Secrets exposed

You sit in silence for a few minutes as the carriage begins rolling away from the marketplace. Lady Dun's eyes watch you carefully, weighing you, seemingly knowing every thought in your head.

You feel humiliated, but even that seems to only make you more aroused. You're a hopeless wreck by the time she speaks.

"So. Since you're clearly strung so tightly you can barely function, I can assume a few things."

You swallow nervously, but her eyes pin you to your seat. You keep quiet. Fear, hope, excitement, humiliation, and many other emotions all swirl together in your head.

"First, you are a needy little slut, and those needs are not being met. Not even a little."

You nod, concerned your face might burst into flame from how hot your cheeks are. Or that your wet pussy will soak through your traveling clothes.

"Second, you are drawn to something dark and so shameful that you've never told anyone, only feeding back into number one."

You nod again, fidgeting in your seat.

"And finally, because you are a sworn Knight of the Royal Order, you are deeply conflicted about all of this because deep down, you do want to be more than this urge you seem to be enslaved by."

You bite your lip with a soft whine, nodding again. This one hits you right in your heart because it's true. You are ashamed of your desires, but you also crave them so badly. You always have. Her choice of words seemed deliberate, and you know she can read you like a book.

She nodded. "I see it in your eyes, girl. You can't have bought and sold as many slaves as I have without having an eye for it."

Did she say she deals in slaves?

She continues. "Your Captain, Irisa, for example. She fought hard when I delivered her to the slavers. I knew she would. But she's in chains just the same. Fetched me a pretty little penny, that one. Some men really like to break dangerous ones and it's very hard to find one so young and attractive."

Your heart pounds in your chest so hard you can feel it in your ears. Is this really happening? Laurel Dun is involved with the **** ring? And actively betraying the Order! She's your enemy!

She leans close, slowly and seductively, to gently unbuckle your sword belt and remove it from your waist.

You make no move to stop her. You simply let it happen.

"But you're different, aren't you." She slips the sword, sheath and all, into a narrow box along the wall opposite the door. It closes with a click. "Yes, you actually want this to happen."

She pulls a second box from under her seat and opens it with a kick. Inside are chains, shackles, a collar, and gag. A full body restraint for one person.

You can't take your eyes off of that box. It's a feast for your eyes and it sets your loins on fire. Images of every fantasy you've ever had flood your mind until its numb. You look back at Lady Dane, who is smiling arrogantly.

"Be a good little **** and dress yourself in these chains. I will reward you with everything you've ever wanted. I'll make sure the men I sell you to will treat you like a piece of fuckmeat before they sell you. Pretty thing like you, trained Knight yearning for the leash. You'll probably go to some lowlife criminal who gets off on degrading you and your Oath. Or some fat bastard who never could have captured you on his best day. How humiliating for you." Her smile is wicked and arrogant, full of confidence.

You're barely listening. The chains at your feet and the pounding of your heart drown out most of the world around you.