Razir was Serious

She barely slept that night. What had she done? She was such an idiot. She cuddled up to Razir. Hopefully he wasn’t being serious, maybe it was some sort of test of loyalty to him.

“Get up, ****,” Razir commanded. “It’s time to make it official.”

He held the scroll up for her to see, waving her signature in front of her as a reminder of her inability to resist her own horniness.

Last night flooded back to her. She’d signed her freedom away for a taste of cum. Her heart stopped, and it took a moment for her to get out of bed. While she hesitated, Razir caned her. That made her jump quickly out of bed.

She dressed, and they headed for the town hall to make it official.

"Do we really have to do this?" Lydia asked on the walk. "I could be your ****, without all the ceremony. You've seen how good and obedient I've been these last few weeks."

"That would not be sufficient," Razir said coldly. "You are my **** now, Lydia. You must accept that."

The walk seemed to take forever, and Razir had become so cold and distant. They finally arrived at Vernia Town Hall after walking halfway around the lake.

The scroll was handed over, and Razir was given a copy of his scroll of ownership.

Lydia was now a ****.

They visited the armourer in Vernia, and after Razir showed the man the scroll, and paid him with Lydia’s winnings, she had a steel ring fitted around her neck. Her hands shivered in shock the whole time. She'd been hoping this was some nightmare, but now it was becoming so real.

Razir grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Good. Now, you will be mine, forever." His sharp voice filled her with dread. During the days she’d been his temporary ****, he’d been cruel, sadistic. What else did he have in store for her?

Lydia's heart sank, tears welling up in her eyes. She had trusted him, and now she was his plaything.

"You will serve me without question." Razir's voice was firm, resolute. "You will pleasure me when I desire it. You will do my bidding without complaint. I’ll allow you to wear clothes, for now, I know how prudish humans can be."

Lydia swallowed hard; her throat tight with emotion. She couldn't believe how easily she had surrendered. What an idiot she'd become. All that hard work to win the tournaments and retire here, now her life was so much worse than the one at the farm, the one she'd been so eager to escape.

As they walked back to the estate, her mind raced with thoughts of escape. It was impossible though, the papers were signed, and she’d been fitted with a collar.

“I shall collect my things,” he said. “Then we shall start our journey to Yaviskas.”

“But… but what about _my _things?”

“Your things?” He sneered at her. “You own nothing now, ****. Everything that was yours is now mine. Now kneel like a good **** and wait for me out here.”

He gestured to a spot on the ground, and Lydia hesitantly complied. She knew better than to disobey Razir, even in her heart-wrenching despair. Her knees trembled as she knelt before him, her back straight, her head down.

Razir strode back into the house, his footsteps echoing through the silent halls. Minutes ticked by, each one a small eternity for Lydia. She couldn't bear the suspense, but she knew she couldn't disobey him either.

Eventually, Razir emerged from the house once again, his arms laden with packages. He tossed them at Lydia's feet.

"Put them in your bag, ****."

Lydia picked up the packages and began stuffing them into her bag, her hands shaking. Each package was a reminder of the life she had lost. Every item had once belonged to her, but now it was all his. She felt like a worthless piece of property, nothing more.

"Now, get up, ****," Razir commanded. "We have a long journey ahead of us, and we must be on our way."

Lydia rose to her feet, her eyes filled with tears. She knew she had **** but to go with him. She was his **** now, and there was no going back. But as she followed him, her heart heavy with sadness and regret.