No!

Shairi felt the spell rebound off the talisman’s protection, and saw the madam’s eyes narrow.

“So,” she said, “I thought you seemed too good to be true. I don’t know what you were trying, but you’ll regret it.”

Suddenly, she grabbed Shairi. She was strong – stronger than the slender half-elf. In a moment Shairi was bent across her lap. The older woman yanked down Shairi’s pants, exposing her bottom to the air.

“I didn’t get this far in my career without learning how to discipline naughty little sluts,” she said, and Shairi gave a squeak of shock and indignation as her hand slapped down on the witch’s pert backside.

The madam continued to spank Shairi, occasionally pausing to run teasing fingers over her young victim’s pussy and arsehole. Shairi remembered reading about this, in the memoirs of a man who made a career out of breaking women into eager sex-slaves. By mixing pleasure in with the pain, the subject was made to accept her punishment – and the punisher’s authority.

Of course, knowing what was happening didn’t mean it didn’t work. The heady mixture of pleasure, pain and humiliation was intoxicating, and Shairi quickly found herself wriggling and whimpering in the madam’s firm grip. Her pussy was soaking wet.

“I can’t let little bitches get away with trying to ensorcell me,” the madam said as she worked on Shairi, her slaps ringing out through the room. “So, you want to work in my brothel so badly? You’ll get to. I’ll put you to work. I will sell this tight little arse–” She slid the tip of finger into Shairi’s rosebud butthole by way of emphasis, making the half-elf moan. “–to any of my gentleman callers who want it. But I’m not an unreasonable woman. I don’t let my girls be mistreated, and you won’t be either. And once you’ve earned me enough money for me to forgive you, I’ll let you go. See, aren’t I merciful?”

“But if you cross me,” she added, “or try to escape, I’ll lend you to one of the cheap taverns down by the docks, and have them gang-**** you until you’re good and obedient. Now, what do you say?”

“Thank you, mistress,” Shairi said unprompted. She had spent enough time submitting to Meritheir to know what this bitch wanted.

“Good girl.” She set Shairi back on her feet, and pulled of her shirt, leaving her naked. “Now, I’ll have one of my girls take you to be prettied up, and we can put you to work tonight once the rush starts.”

As a whore led her away, still nude, Shairi wondered what to do. She had no wish to stay at the brothel – and even if she was willing to, she had no idea how the madam would react when she found that Shairi was unable to be fucked. On the other hand, if she tried to escape and failed, she had no doubt the madam would fulfil her threat or some equally dire punishment.