Too Far, Time to Run

As soon as Silva turns her back you bolt for the nearest window. The first thing you notice is your feet. Even on the smooth marble floor it feels as though you're running on sandpaper. Every foot fall feels as thought it will rip through your tender flesh, and by the time you reach the window, your eyes are already becoming blurry. Avina is the first to shout after you. " John No! Mistress Acantha will only make it worse for you!" You slow for a single breath, but don't stop, and after reassuring yourself on your course of action, you leap out of the window.

You hang in the air for a mere moment before your feet hit the ground and you tumble uselessly to your face. You lie in a small garden, with your face pressed into a pile of grass. Every blade feels like a tiny razor raking across your skin, and almost immediately you break out in a terrible rash. You wince as you stand. Even your feet can barely withstand the scratching of the viscous grass. You walk awkwardly, like you might have before treading on jagged stones, only this time the thing bringing you this pain is little more than a smooth grassy lawn.

Finally you reach a walkway, and pick up your speed once again. You blush as you realize that you must look ridiculous running across the field completely naked like this. You will absolutely NEED clothes before you make your final escape. You should have thought to grab a silk towel at the very least, but it's to late now. Turning more towards the entrance you decide that your best course of actio...

Immediately you fall to the ground as a lithe athletic leg props out in your way. Before you even have a chance to orient yourself, you're hauled up by inhuman strength and come face to face with Mistress Acantha. Avina and Silva show up almost immediately after. "M-Mistress! We thought you had..."

"Silence. I see a run away **** without his collar and two negligent **** girl not doing as commanded."

"H-he just left the bath Mistress! We can't put the collar on until..."

"Save me your excuses. You were having fun with him. I saw the whole thing." She eyes the girls intensely then looks back to you. "I've decided on your specialization ****." The moment hangs in the air. "Since you love to run and escape so much, you will become a bondage latex ****. The demand for such a **** is lesser than a regular sex ****, however your contract requires that we pay you a fee for what we're about to do to your body." She sneers. "Consider it a mercy, your contract will likely be paid up far sooner." She looks back to your two companions. "Prepare the Lacquer. You will bathe him as soon as you apply your magics..."

"Mistress, wait! He's just new to..."

She raises her hands to slap the girl and Avina immediately becomes silent. "I allow your games with fresh slaves because it makes initial training easier, but you will never question my word again." She eyes the girl. "Understood?"

"O-of course Mistress." Avina bows lowly.