Chapter 4
by 
afcwenterburn
What's next?
Nik is rewarded for her reticence
"Already you've forgotten your first lessons..." The lady picked up a feather, a long thin quill with a furred, long plumage. The three other girls eyed it with fear before the lady flicked out with the end, teasing and tickling and tantalising all three of them between their legs. To a man, they all rejected the sensations with a cry, sensing the terrible loss of their once proud manhoods. Yet, there was also shame and in their cries, as their traitorous bodies reacted positively to the simulation. To a man, each of them leaned back and thrust their hips forward, wishing for just a second more, a moment more of the feel of the feathers.
The lady pulled it away, leaving them to simmer in their need. "Bad slaves don't get the reward. Good slaves do..." Smiling broadly, she turned the feather on Nik, flicking over his body. Crotch, nipples, lips, bellybutton. Each time, just the faintest of touches, the teasing of an ethereal lover. Nik's body reacted like the other **** girls, craving the sensations, sending a rush of pleasure and hormones through him. He was trapped in a prison of pleasure.
"Power, money, contacts... You will all willingly give this up to us before you receive your **** tattoos. Oh, yes, you will be tattooed in a prominent place, with your new names. Once you are tattooed, you will be a **** of Acteon forever. But before you will give up your old lives..."
The lady ran a finger up Nik's soft neck, tilting his head up by the chin. Hair pooled on either side of his ears like a scarf. "And you... You're not the Imperial Heir, are you? Maybe you're a spy who still believes he can escape. Or a patsy, placed in stead of another. No matter, you're trapped."
The lady turned her back on them to prepare their first serving of the **** ****...