Staying Strong

The next morning, Cordain walked with Illyana to the guildhall. She was dressed in a simple tunic and pants, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She looked determined and ready to face whatever awaited her. They kissed one last time before she entered the building.

"I'll be waiting for you. Stay strong, my love." Cordain whispered in her ear, his voice choking with emotion.

"I will. And you too. Don't give up on me. I'll never give up on you Cordain. I'm yours forever, no matter what." She kissed him deeply, trying to convey all her love and devotion in that one kiss.

Then, she turned and walked away, leaving Cordain standing alone on the street, watching her disappear into the guild.

Illyana was never the bravest girl in her town but she had found her courage in love. When she walked in, she saw Gaius sitting on the guildmaster's chair, looking at her with a smug grin.

"Well, well, if it isn't my pretty little ginger. I knew you'd come back to me. I've already made the arrangements, so you can start right away. First, go change into something more... appropriate." He tossed her a skimpy outfit, a black leather corset and a matching thong. "I want you looking your best for me." The way he said it sent shivers down her spine.

"Where... Where do I change?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Right here. I want to watch." He leaned back, his eyes roaming over her body.

She felt violated, but she had to do it. She had to get close to him, to find out his weaknesses. She had no choice.

She slowly stripped off her clothes, feeling his gaze on her every move. She put on the leather outfit, feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was barely any armor to protect her. It was surely just for appearances.

"Much better. Now come here, my pet." He beckoned her over. "Time for your initiation."

She hesitated, her heart racing. She had to do this. For Cordain. For their future. She took a deep breath and walked towards him, trying to ignore the revulsion she felt towards him.

Once she stood before him, the man stood from his chair. At this distance Illyana felt the difference. He was far, far larger than her. Cordain was a well built man, but compared to this hulk, he was a twig.

She tried not to show her fear, but it was written all over her face. She looked down, avoiding eye contact. But Gaius suddenly grabbed her by her throat and with a sudden yank, she stumbled forward, forced to look up at him.

The pressure he applied was enough to cut off the majority of the airflow to her lungs. Her breath quickened as she clawed at the massive hand around her throat.

"Look at me." Gaius commanded her in a deep and guttural voice. Her face turned a deep shade of red, but she was barely able to muster the strength to do as told. "Good. You're going to learn to obey my every command. If you disobey me or disappoint me in any way... I'll kill you, then find your pathetic loser of a boyfriend and kill him too. Understood?"

She could barely speak but she managed to nod. Her eyes watered but she dared not show the fear and sorrow that had already set in.

"Good. I'm going to enjoy this. I love breaking little sluts like you." Gaius released his hold on her throat, allowing her to breathe freely once more.

Cough, cough. "Thank you... sir... I'll be good." Her voice was hoarse but she managed to speak.

"Mmm. You're a cute one. So eager to please already." Gaius said as his face neared hers before his tongue began to slither out and lick the side of her cheek.

The feel of his wet tongue was gross. His breath was even more rancid and she felt bile rising from her stomach.

As his tongue slid across her face, Illyana flinched. He was getting too close to her lips.

"Kiss me." His words were short and simple, and yet it was one of the hardest things she had to do.

To her, a kiss was between true lovers bonded by soul. She and Cordain were such people, and yet her life was now on the line. If she did not kiss him, there was no doubt she would die, but more importantly Cordain would die. Still, she would not cross that line.

"...No." She mustered all her strength. "You can do whatever you want to me... But don't ask me to kiss you. You're not my lover. I will never kiss you." Tears rolled down her cheek as she prepared to be hit. She closed her eyes.

*Smack!*

A loud noise rang through the guildhall and a sharp stinging sensation spread across her left cheek. She had been struck.

"That was your last warning. Don't you dare disobey me again. Got it?" Gaius was visibly angry.

Her cheek throbbed as she nodded in acknowledgement.

"Fine, I respect your loyalty. For now." He sighed. "But know that you are mine, now and forever. Until I grow bored of you. So you better make it entertaining."

With that, he shoved Illyana to the floor. She fell down, hitting her knee against the hard stone ground. Pain shot through her leg but she tried her best to hold back the tears.

"On your knees, now. Show me your devotion." Gaius had already begun to remove his pants.

The girl did as she was told, shakily kneeling before the man she was forced to call her new master. The massive slab of meat between his legs was already half hard, thick and veiny, much larger than Cordain's. She knew she had no choice but to please him, to satisfy his every whim. It was the only way she could protect Cordain.

But a part of her couldn't help but feel disgusted. How many women had been forced to kneel before him like this? How many of them had he used and discarded like they were nothing? She was just another toy to him, a plaything to amuse him. And yet, she had to pretend to enjoy it, to act like she was his willing slut. It made her sick to her stomach.

"Come on, don't be shy. Show me what that pretty mouth can do." Gaius grabbed her hair, yanking her head closer to his crotch. The smell was overwhelming, a mix of sweat and musk that made her gag.

She hesitated, her lips inches away from his cock. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to betray Cordain like this, even if it was for his sake. She didn't want this brute's dick anywhere near her mouth.

But she had to. She took a deep breath and stuck out her tongue, giving the tip a tentative lick. It tasted bitter and salty, but she forced herself to continue, lapping at the shaft like it was her favorite treat.

Slap!

Another sting across her cheek. "What the hell was that for!?" She complained. "I'm doing everything you asked!"

"That was just for fun." He grinned. "Now suck it like you mean it. Pretend it's the best thing you've ever tasted. I want you begging for my cum."

Illyana glared at him, but obeyed. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently, her hand stroking the rest of the length. She tried to imagine it was Cordain, but it was impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was Gaius's smug face, mocking her, enjoying her humiliation.

"That's better. Use your tongue more. Yeah... just like that. You're a natural cocksucker, aren't you? You must've done this a lot with your little boyfriend. But he can't compare to me, can he? I bet his dick is tiny compared to mine." Gaius taunted her, his grip on her hair tightening. "Right?"

Illyana nodded as she bobbed her head on his cock. She didn't want to speak, didn't want to admit anything to him. But she knew she had to play along, had to make him believe she was enjoying it. She had to be convincing.

"Say it. Say my cock is bigger and better than his. Say you love it." Gaius demanded, pushing her head deeper, making her gag.

She coughed and sputtered, pulling back to catch her breath. She hated this. She hated him. But she had no choice.

"Y-yes... It's... bigger... I... I love it..." She lied, feeling dirty and ashamed.

"Again. Louder. Tell me how much you love my big fat cock." Gaius slapped her cheek again, harder this time.

She whimpered but complied, her voice shaking with fake enthusiasm. "I love your big fat cock, master! It's so much bigger and better than my boyfriend's! Please let me suck it more!" She hated herself for saying those words, for betraying Cordain like this.

"Mmm, that's more like it. You're learning your place. Good girl." Gaius praised her, rewarding her with a rough thrust into her mouth. She choked and gagged but he didn't care.

For ten minutes she blew him like it was her sole purpose in life. The disdainful look on her face slowly transformed into one of subservience and reverence. The musk had penetrated through to her brain and acted as an aphrodisiac, making her crave the source.

It felt so wrong to enjoy this, but more and more she began to. Now Illyana licked the shaft, dove deep until her nose touched his stomach, and even sucked on Gaius's balls without being asked.

Her skillful blowjob technique was not lost on him. "That's more like it. I knew you were a slut. Does betraying your boyfriend turn you on?"

She looked back at him with anger in her eyes but continued her masterful display of fellatio. Any normal person could see she was not enjoying this, but Gaius was not normal. He had dominated countless women in the past and had come to the conclusion that this was normal for them. In his misogynistic mind, a woman defeated will always submit to him. He was simply in the middle of that process with Illyana, and he was winning her over bit by bit.

"Answer me! Does it turn you on being a cheating slut?"

"I'm not... cheating..." She gasped, in between sucks. "I... don't... have a choice... You forced me to..."

"That's right, I forced you. And you like it, don't you? You like being forced to do nasty things for me. Admit it."

"...No..."

"Liar. I can tell by the way you're sucking me that you're getting into it. I've seen this many times before. The first time is always hard, but soon you'll be begging for my cock. Just like all the other whores I've trained."

"...I'm not a whore..." She said between gulps.

"Keep telling yourself that. But deep down, you know the truth. You're a filthy cheatinf cumslut who can't get enough of my cock. Isn't that right?" He slapped her face again, making her moan.

A curious fire kindled through her veins with each stinging impact of his palm against her skin. Why was she enjoying this? The sharp, sudden pain bloomed across her cheek, yet something deep within her—something primal and hungry—sang with each strike. She craved more of this rough treatment, this domination she had only ever explored in the darkest corners of her imagination. Cordain had been gentle and his touch soft, but she had secretly yearned for something rougher, something that left marks. Was Gaius merely a vessel for these unspoken cravings, a key unlocking a door she hadn't known existed within herself?

A war raged inside her, a battlefield of confusion and desire, but the evidence of her body's betrayal was undeniable. Between her legs, a pulsing warmth throbbed insistently, slick with her arousal, begging for attention. Her nipples hardened against the thin leather of her corset, each breath sending shivers through her. This was a hunger she could no longer deny, and as Gaius's hand lifted again, she braced herself, welcoming the sting that would only fuel her need further.

"Please... No... I'm not... I'm not like that..." She moaned, her resolve faltering. She wanted to deny it, but her body was betraying her. She was getting wet, her clit throbbing with each slap and insult.

"Yes, you are. You're nothing but a cheating whore who loves being treated like dirt. I'll show you your place. You'll never be anything more than a plaything to me, a hole to fuck when I'm bored. Your precious boyfriend will never know the pleasure of fucking you like this, because he's a weak, pathetic man who can't satisfy you." Gaius growled, grabbing her hair and forcing her head to the base of his cock.

She choked, her throat constricting around his thick length. He held her there, enjoying her struggles, her tears mixing with his precum as it leaked from the corners of her mouth.

In one motion, he pulled all the way back out. His hands still in her hair, he yanked her up to her feet and dove his other hand into her dripping cunt.

"Look at how wet you are. You want this. Just admit it. Beg me to fuck you and make you forget all about your boyfriend."

The way he moved his fingers inside her, rubbing her clit and hitting all the right spots, made her knees weak. She wanted to fight him, to push him away and run back to Cordain. But she also wanted to give in, to let go of her inhibitions and enjoy the pleasure he was giving her. It was so wrong, but it felt so good.

"Please..." She whimpered, her voice barely audible. She wasn't sure if she was pleading Gaius to stop, herself to have some decency to resist, or the gods to save her from the situation.

"What was that? Speak up, slut. Tell me what you want." Gaius twisted his fingers inside her, making her gasp.

"Please... Stop... I... I can't... I love Cordain..." She managed to say, tears streaming down her face.

"If you really loved him you wouldn't be here betraying him with the man who defeated him. Face it, you're just a selfish bitch who was curious about what a real man can do." He whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

Every self-assured word he spoke stabbed at her heart and she knew it was true. But at the same time her pussy throbbed for his cock, and his words only served to drive her arousal higher.

The sensation of his fingers pumping inside her was driving her mad with pleasure. What would it feel like to give in, just for a moment? What would it feel like to be fucked senseless by this monster, to forget her guilt and shame?

She looked down at his cock, glistening with her saliva, pulsing with need. She wanted it. She licked her lips, a momentary falter in her resolve. The taste of him lingered on her tongue—a bitter saltiness mixed with her own saliva—and she found herself swallowing, her throat suddenly dry. Her mind raced with images of Cordain, his gentle touch, his loving gaze, but her body betrayed her, responding to Gaius's rough handling with an unfamiliar, shameful heat. The leather corset felt tighter than before, constricting her chest as her heart hammered against her ribs. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, a slick evidence of her arousal that made her cheeks burn with humiliation. Gaius's fingers continued their assault inside her, stroking that sensitive spot that made her knees tremble and her breath catch in her throat. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of his smug face, the sound of his mocking laughter, but the sensations were too overwhelming. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, and she hated herself for it. She wanted to fight, to push him away, to run back to Cordain and beg for forgiveness, but the desire—the desperate, shameful desire for more—held her captive, weakening her resolve with each passing second.

He saw it, the flicker of desire in her eyes. She wanted it. But she was resisting it. The battle of morals raged within her, and that's exactly what Gaius lived for. His grin widened and he pulled his fingers out of her, making her gasp at the sudden emptiness.

"W-why..." She panted, her body aching for more.

"I've had enough fun. Go report for duty. You'll be joining my band. Oh and no cumming on your own, I want you wet and needy the whole time. Don't worry, I'll make sure to fuck that frustration out of you once you admit to what you truly are." He shoved her away, leaving her standing there, confused and unsatisfied.

Illyana stumbled back, her mind a jumbled mess. She didn't understand what just happened. One moment she was being abused, the next she was pleasured, and then the next she was being denied. It was torture, being left in this state. She could barely think straight.

"What... But..." She started to protest, but Gaius cut her off.

"Don't argue with me, slut. Just do as you're told. My squad is preparing for a mission. I hope you're still decent with a bow in that pathetic state you're in." He sat back in his chair, his cock still out, still hard. Immediately he beckoned the receptionist over. She quickly assumed position at his feet and took over for Illyana.

That hurt. She was already reeling from the moral dilemma that she had been so close to cheating, but to be replaced like a piece of equipment? The humiliation stung deep. She was almost... Jealous this other slut was claiming her prize.

Wait, what prize?? Illyana shook herself out of it. She was just doing this to help Cordain. This is a blessing that she doesn't have to continue.

But if that was the case, why did she feel this way...?

{reveal "Meanwhile..."} Cordain had connected with the former guildmaster, an elderly man who could be mistaken for any old beggar on the street. His name was Kaelen, and he was currently living in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. After being ousted by Gaius, he was left with nothing but a few loyal followers who still respected him. Most of them were decent fighters but none could match Gaius's strength. And with his best years behind him, Kaelen was unable to do anything about it either.

That led him to act as a simple teacher for anyone who wanted to learn. He initially paid no mind to Cordain, leaving him to spar with the other students, but it quickly became apparent that he was a few levels above them.

That caught Kaelen's eye and he began training the talented boy himself, imparting knowledge and techniques he had developed over his years.

And so for the next two weeks Cordain trained tirelessly, hoping to become strong enough to have a rematch against Gaius and save Illyana from his clutches.

But a lot can happen in two weeks... {endreveal}