Interrogate the Hood

“So you expect me to spread my legs for you and be your brood mare?” You asked hotly. The tingling in your loins and your nipples at the mere thought was disquietingly and beguilingly pleasant. You tried to ignore it.

“You seemed quite happy when both your General and former wife were inspecting you on that **** block. You were rolling your hips in response like a perfect whore,” he reminded you.

The truth of his words struck home. Being fingered felt… incredible. Hardly the appropriate response for a dominant man - a king! “I’m no whore!”

“Not yet. But I know the type of potion you’ve been given. I’m not talking about the one that transformed you into a tiny, curvaceous little fuck pet,” you bristled a little at his description but it was hard to hold onto anger in your current stat. For some reason anger seemed to become intense arousal. “You are familiar with libido enhancing potions? You made countless slavegirls in your harem take them,” you paled at the thought as you considered that you had been given such a potion. “You’re not just a woman, you’re now a horny little slut with a one track mind for sex. You do realise that if you act on your new sexual needs in an unchecked manner you will devolve into a sex obsessed slavegirl? Yes,” he pushed.

“Be quiet…” you said, embarrassed and annoyingly aroused. Being told this was like throwing oil on the burning need in your loins.

He laughed, enjoying your girlish reaction, “Forever chasing your next orgasm. Constantly in heat. A **** to your needs, ruled by your slut urges… You’ve seen it before, done it to many women. Your only hope is to find a master who will control you and your urges. That is beyond you and you know it.”

The truth of his words wasn’t like twisting a knife in a wound. It was like a cock thrusting into your hot swollen sex. “No…”

“Yes. I need you to co-operate with me and if you do I will save you from that fate… unless you want it?” He grinned as he waded through the knee deep muck.

A huge albino rat squeaked and swam away as you wriggled apprehensively at the mangy rodents proximity.

“Do you?” He prompted.

“What? Do I want to be ruled by my new female urges…” you should have been certain. That you weren’t was extremely concerning. “No,” you said, your response not sounding sure to your ears. “No.” You reiterated, with all the surety you could muster.

“Then your answer is no my lord…” he said as he waits for you to capitulate.

You harrumphed in embarrassment and pouted prettily, not willing to give him what he wanted. This whole exchange was pushing buttons that you didn’t understand. The lack of power, the certainty that your needs were too ****, his dominance of the conversation and you, your uncertainty… all piqued your sexual tension and increased it. He laughed as his finger traced your ass and circled the folds of your naked sex teasingly. You squirmed, your breath catching. “There is an easy way to do this and a hard way. You might cum to prefer the hard way!” He observed with bold innuendo as his finger brushed your lips.

“Stop that!” You begged in alarm and growing arousal. You wanted his finger inside you. It didn’t matter you were in a filthy sewer. You wanted it. You wanted to be his. For him to be your lord. But you had to fight it. You knew the **** of which he spoke and had seen first hand how they could reduce a spirited and free will woman into a needful, uninhibited slut. “Stop that… my lord,” you said through teeth gritted less in anger than barely restrained lust.