Stunning realization...

Sitting in the back of the box wagon, as it rumbled along the narrow road deep into the forest. You sit there on a bench in your silly wild Orc costume, feeling both ridiculous and confused as to why you are doing this. “I can't believe I let Kynth talk me into this.” You mutter in disgust under your breath, as you look around at the others sitting there with you. In what looked like a paddy wagon that the city watch used to haul prisoners around in.

“He didn't talk you into anything...” Bomur the Minotaur, snorted derisively as he sat across from you in the back of the wagon near the barred doors. “You bare his signet... the magic of it dominated you, the same as it does all of us.” Bomur smirked pointing to the tattoo on your shoulder, Kynth told you the city made him mark all his brothel worker with it. “He treats you better than most of us... you are his favorite ****. But you are just as much his **** as the rest of us.” The big Minotaur grunted, reaching up to tug at the metal **** collar around his neck. You had gotten so use to the collar, that you had almost forgotten that you were wearing it. Reaching up you ran your hand around to the back, touching the secret latch knowing that you could remove the collar at anything. You just didn't want to... Kynth wanted you to wear it... you wanted to please you mas... boss... Errr friend.

“It is just a tattoo... there is no magic in it.” You grunt back watching the older Minotaur flash you a smirking grin, his big eyes looking sadly at you like he felt pity. “I'm not a ****... I just work for him because we are old friends.” You explain feeling very silly, you didn't have to prove anything to the Minotaur.

“He fucks you... fucks you like your his female.” Bomur pointed out as you wonder how he knows that, it wasn't like he was in the room and saw it. “Would you ever have allowed a male to fuck you before?” The big Bull man snorts reading the look on your face, it was true you would have killed any male who tried to fuck you before. “His magic makes you do what he wants... your mind is stronger than most. But the more he fucks you, the more that magic works on your head. The more of a **** you become to him... I've seen it all before with own old owner.”

“Kynth is my friend... he wouldn't do that to me.” You retort weakly, thinking about how you had slowly given your self up to the Gnomes pleasure. You had been shocked at first... but the more he touched and caressed you, the more you had given into his desires. It had been just hand-jobs at first, then he had talked you into using your mouth on him. Then he had started fucking you, asking you for it at first. Later just doing it like he owned your ass, finally he had talked you into letting certain nobles do it to you for more coin. “I am NOT a ****... Not his... not anyone's. I'm just doing this for coin.” You blurt out, blushing hard as you realize how that sounds... you were selling your body for money. How had this happened... oh yeah because Kynth had asked for you to help him out.

“Then take that collar off.” The older Minotaur grunted, making you half stand up as you glared at him. Even as Bomur leaned back against the wagon wall, lighting his pipe as he starred up at you calmly.

“You think I can't... you think I won't...” You snap reaching up to grip that collar, fingers reaching back to toy with the concealed latch. “I can take it off anytime I want...” You grunt, confused as to why you've not taken it off and threw it in the old Minotaur's muzzle. “I just... I just...” You sit down heavily. eyes wide as you slowly realize you can't make yourself do it. “Kynth wants me to wear it... so I choose not to take it off.” You explain weakly, suddenly starting to wonder if the old Minotaur was right about the magic.

“Hahaha... sure!” Bomur laughs out loudly, the others joining in as you realize that you are the last one to be in on the joke.