Selena Becomes a Dancer

They lay for a short time, no hugging or embracing, just getting their breaths back. Selena turned over to cuddle Dexon, but he pushed her off.

“You have only one job, Selena,” he said. “To bear me a child. I shall never love you.”

Selena bit her lip. She’d had a lot of sex over the last year, some she enjoyed, some she didn’t, but she’d hope for love at last. It seemed it wasn’t going to be with Varga, and now Dexon wanted just to use her too.

“When I am not using you,” Dexon said. “I have another job for you. You shall entertain my guests.”

She gasped, wondering how she would be used for entertainment.

“Do not worry, nobody else shall use your body. But you shall dance. The belly-dancer slaves shall show you how. Now go.”

Dexon dismissed her, not bothering to cover himself as he spoke. Selena scrambled to find her clothes, feeling a mix of humiliation and anger at her situation.

As she quickly dressed, she couldn't help but think of all the ways she had been **** to submit in her life - first to her family, who had betrayed her, and now to this cruel man who wanted only to use her for his own gain. But as she looked in the mirror at her naked body, bruised from Marco's rough handling and marked by Dexon's claim, she felt a spark of rebellion. She would not let him break her completely.

When she left the chamber, a pair of belly dancers greeted her. They were both beautiful, one olive-skinned like Selena, dark hair, the other more pale skinned, with blonde hair and huge breasts.

“We are here to have you fitted for your new clothes,” the blonde one said.

Selena followed the dancers, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't help but feel more like a trophy than a person as they led her through the opulent halls of Hawkshard. She could see the other slaves working, their eyes following her with a mix of envy and caution.

The dancers brought her to a room filled with gorgeous fabrics and sparkling jewellery. How the Shadow Blades would love to get in here.

"Stand still," the dark-haired dancer instructed as she measured Selena's dimensions. "We need to make sure your new outfit is perfect for your new role."

Selena stood stiffly, her heart pounding. She didn't want to be a belly dancer, she wanted to be back in Octoton. But as the dancers began to drape fabric over her body, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement. She was being transformed into something else, something more than just a brothel whore or a ****. She was becoming a part of Dexon's world, whether she liked it or not.

The dancers worked meticulously, adjusting the white fabric until it clung to her body in all the right places.

When they were finished, Selena looked in the mirror and saw a woman she barely recognized. She was stunning, beautiful beyond measure. And yet, there was something cold and hard about her new appearance that made shivers run down her spine.