The master and the maid

Malgor was looking through his closet and seeing what clothes were provided for him. He found his royal black robes along with other outfits he often wore when ruling and not fighting. There was still a set of his armor on a nearby rack. He was preparing himself for his night with Daelana, an interesting turn of events that he wished to take advantage of. It was during these preparations that his crystal ball made a sound. He turned his head to look at it and saw a notification that Christina had just earned VP by masturbating with a dildo. Curious, he strutted over to the ball and picked it up. He looked into Christina's room, seeing her sprawled on her bed with the dildo still in hand. He then looked into Angelica's room and saw her rolling around, unable to find pleasure.

"Interesting," he said.

If he remembered correctly, Angelica couldn't climax unless watched and Christina would always want to sexually outdo her friend. He wasn't aware this would be anytime Angelica did something sexual, even if they didn't see each other. That was good information that Malgor could definitely take advantage of. If he truly wanted to break each of the girls and find the darkness hidden at their cores, every piece of knowledge would count for something. He was sure he could use this to his advantage later.

In the meantime, Athalia pranced up the stairs to the dark lord's room. She, like Malgor, knew the palace by heart and could easily find her way to his chambers. She fidgeted with the particulars of her dress, making sure that it looked perfect. Even if it was a lowly servant's garb, she needed to look appealing for Malgor if she wanted to win. But looking good for Malgor was something she'd been doing for thousands of years now. She was confident in her abilities.

She grabbed the brass handles and used them to knock at the door. Malgor opened up, glowering down at her while wearing his dark robes. Despite his spiteful glare, Athalia kept up an innocent smile. She curtsied before him, grabbing the edges of her dress and lifting them in a show of reverence.

"Good evening, my lord," she said, "What would you have me do tonight?"

It was the same thing she would say each night as his dark consort, and it was usually followed by an invitation to his bed. This time however, Malgor simply scoffed at her.

"There doesn't seem to be much to clean yet," said Malgor, "Dust my armor and then be on your way."

Athalia hid her slight annoyance. She had hoped she would be able to get into bed with him, even if he simply wished to hate fuck her. It would still be an acceptable way to gain his lust and thus reintroduce her skills of pleasure to him. Reluctantly, she kept up her smile and went over to the armor stand that held his black battle gear. She took her feather duster and started cleaning.

She stood on the tips of her toes to get to the top of the tall armor set. She went through the motions of cleaning, brushing her tool back and forth over the surface of the metal. In truth, she had no idea what she was doing. She always found it a privilege to not know what the servant girls did in their day to day tasks, so the finer points of cleaning were lost on her. She felt her confidence fall as she noticed Malgor's eyes constantly on her. He was simply standing there and watching her without cease. Under such heavy scrutiny, even the slightest imperfection in her movements could give away how little she knew of her new job. It made her nervous enough to let a drop of sweat fall down her forehead. She quickly wiped it off, hoping Malgor didn't notice.

Malgor continued to watch her. He didn't take his eyes off of her as he felt that he never could now. He truly believed that should he turn for even a second, she would poison a drink of his or sabotage his armor. Even if Helga and her game masters could ensure his safety in this world, wariness was something he had cultivated as a dark lord and something in which he lapsed with Athalia. Simply seeing her behind that door reminded him of this. All the words that Helga said to him before were forgotten and all he could feel was hatred.

Athalia dusted a decent amount of the armor and hoped that it would be enough. She mostly got the obvious bits and the front. Besides, there wasn't much dust on it anyways as Malgor had said. It was probably newly made by Helga herself. She thought that perhaps Malgor told her to do this as nothing more than an excuse to give her busy work. Nevertheless, she could not let her contempt or desperation rise to the surface. She turned around with a smile and bowed to Malgor once again.

"What else would you have me do, my lord?" said Athalia.

"Hmm," said Malgor, looking over the armor, "Go away. I'll have company in a bit."

Athalia was caught a bit off guard by this. She thought she'd spend a bit more time with him. If she left now, she'd get no time to be intimate or connect with him. She needed to do that if she was to regain his trust. Attempting to salvage the situation, she began slowly and seductively walking towards Malgor.

"My lord, surely there are more ways I can be of service," said Athalia, "I am more than just a maid after all. Surely seeing all of those pretty little enemies of yours stripped naked and displayed got you in quite the mood. If you desire, I can help you seize that mood."

Athalia grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled it down, letting her large breasts spill out of her maid outfit. She made sure to slet them sway from side to side as she crossed one leg in front of the other, getting closer to the master.

Athalia flashed her tits to the master. +3 VP

"Forget that angry girl," said Athalia, "Wouldn't you rather spend the night with someone more experienced? Come my lord, let me show you how grateful I am to you."

She leaned forward to him and pursed her lips, closing her eyes and preparing herself for a soft kiss. Instead, she received a harsh slap across the cheek that made her eyes shoot open. She looked to Malgor, his hand still raised from having struck her. He continued to look at her with nothing but disgust.

"You treacherous snake," said Malgor, "Did you really think your honeyed words would still work on me after I'd seen you betray me with my own eyes?"

"My lord..." she said.

Her words were met with another slap. Her cheeks started burning as he had hit her with a bit more **** than a normal man would've. Her heart started to beat quicker as she began to panic at not being in the position she had hoped for.

"Dark consorts have been crucified for far less than what you've done," said Malgor, "Even if those bitches out there are my enemies, you are the worst of them all! A turncoat with no loyalties!"

"Please allow me to explain!" said Athalia.

Malgor ignored her pleas and slapped her once more. This one caused her to stumble back and scream out loud. She caught her footing and nursed her cheek with her hand as she looked up at Malgor bearing down on her with his menace.

"Tell me, witch," said Malgor, "Did you do the same to my forefather. Are you the reason the last dark lord died and passed his power to me?"

"No my lord!" she said "I would never think of betraying your mentor's trust..."

Malgor suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up off the ground. She choked and desperately grabbed onto Malgor's arm that remained as hard as stone with its **** grip. She struggled in the air, kicking and grunting as she felt her windpipe slowly being crushed.

"But you betrayed mine so easily," he said, "You are a blight upon both of our names. Every time I see you I am burned with reminders of your treason. Nothing you do will answer for these crimes. So if you believe I will give you anything during this little game, you're wrong. I will see to it that you flounder and fail at every turn. Every advance you make I will see as the lie it is. I will not rest until you have lost this game and have become nothing more than a mindless ****. Then and only then will you have regained my trust!"

Athalia's advances were rejected by the master. -8 VP

Malgor dropped Athalia from his grasp. She fell onto the floor coughing and breathing heavily. She crawled around on the ground as she regained her breath and her bearings.

"My lord, please..." said Athalia.

"Do not call me that," said Malgor, "You are a servant. You call me master now."

"M... master," said Athalia, "I didn't mean to do what I did. Those vile heroes out there tempted me. They tempted me away from you with false promises!"

"More lies!" yelled Malgor.

Malgor lifted his leg and brought his foot down onto Athalia's face, pinning her head down to the ground. She winced as she felt the floor dig into one cheek and the sole of Malgor's boot dig into the other. She struggled but once again found Malgor's limbs to be immovable and did nothing but wince and cry out as Malgor crushed her under his heel.

"My lor... master!" yelled Athalia, "Please, it hurts!"

"Tell me why you did it!" yelled Malgor, "Why did you betray me?"

"I had ****!" cried Athalia.

Malgor dug his foot deeper into Athalia's face, causing her to scream more. She felt the constant pain he exerted through his powerful step. She began to cry from the anguish.

"Why did you do it?!" yelled Malgor.

"I thought you were going to lose! I had ****!" said Athalia.

Malgor lessened his **** on Athalia's face, but didn't take his foot off. She finally felt some relief from the pain and opened her teary eyes.

"A small semblance of truth at last," said Malgor, "Why did you have such little faith in me?"

"There was a prophecy, master!" she cried, "Fate itself said you would lose! And when you fell, where would that leave the rest of us? Nothing but fodder for the forces of good to hunt down like animals! I had to strike a deal to save us!"

"You make yourself sound so benevolent, demon," he said, "Is that all? The prospect of my throne and power meant nothing to you? It was all nothing but a selfless act to save the land of shadows? I suppose you would've also given up the throne since you were so generous in your actions? After all, I had other minions qualified to rule until I or another dark lord returned. If you truly did this all for the betterment of my homeland, you surely would've let that happen, wouldn't you?"

Athalia fell silent for a moment.

"No more excuses," said Malgor, "You may think you know my heart, but I know yours better. You're a cruel woman born from a pit of cruelty. Lies and malice make up your very soul. It would be foolishness to ever trust you again."

"Master," said Athalia, "If you know that then please trust this: I want to live. I want power, yes, but I would settle for power under you as well! I can still be a dark consort, now more than ever! I know that I cannot betray you, so I never will again! This game will teach me to be loyal and true to you I swear!"

Malgor thought to himself, not releasing Athlia from underfoot. He remembered what Helga told him about giving the girls a chance. He thought through what she meant by that. The girls could not become wives in spite of him. To win the game they must truly make themselves into loyal concubines. Ironically, even winning the game would require that they change just as much as losing the game would **** them to. Perhaps there was a world where a traitorous bitch like her could be broken and remade into an obedient bride.

"If you wish to remain in my favor, I will accept nothing more than pure loyalty," said Malgor, "Every action that you take and even your deepest thoughts must be in my favor. No more hidden agendas. No more tricks. Remain in your old ways, and you will never see the light of freedom again."

"Yes, I understand," said Athalia, "Thank you for your benevolence master!"

"Now, lick the underside of my boot," said Malgor, "Your punishment for your impudence."

"What?" said Athalia, "But that's for slaves to do!"

Athalia protested punishment from the master. -3 VP

"Lick it, whore!" said Malgor, "Having to tell you again already shows you may only be worthy of undignified slavery."

Athalia heard Malgor's words of contempt as well as the sound of her losing points. She knew she couldn't get out of this without either obeying or making things worse for herself. Doing everything she could to swallow her pride, she closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out, licking the bottom of Malgor's boot. She slid it across the disgusting surface, gagging as every abhorrent taste entered her mouth the further she moved her tongue. The best she could do was try and not imagine what Malgor had walked through today.

Athalia licked the master's boot (ordered). +0 VP

Once she had slipped her tongue back into her mouth, Malgor slowly released Athalia from the bottom of his boot. She crawled to her feet, her face contorted with disgust from the debasing act she had just committed. Malgor smiled, happy in the knowledge that the traitor could be put in her place any time he wanted her to. By the time she was up, a knock came rattling at the door.

"That must be my true guest," said Malgor, "Let her in and then see yourself out, servant."

"I..." said Athalia, "Yes master."