Paige begins to live with the consequences of her decision

Paige stared at the collar Jake held steadily between his thumb and index finger, the image of her stepmother Ava’s suffering all too fresh in her mind. She became all the more aware of her vulnerability, bound as she was to the Saint Andrew’s Cross. Her heart began to race in fear. Accepting the collar would spare her from experiencing what Ava had, but she couldn’t help but wonder what other horrid things awaited her once the collar was around her neck. She wallowed nervously as she stared at the supple-looking strip of leather she knew one way or another would soon be around her neck.

“I want an answer, Paige, or perhaps, you do need convincing,” Jake said in a stern and commanding tone. He allowed himself a slight smirk. He could practically see the last of Paige’s will to resist break as he spoke. She let out a quiet sob and weakly nodded her head. “No,” he said as he reached out and grabbed her chin. “I want to hear you say ‘Please, Master, may I have my collar?’” A smile crept across his face when he saw the beautiful nineteen-year-old redhead’s lip quiver as she sucked in a deep breath through her nose.

“P-p-p-please, Ma-Ma-Master, may I have my col-col-collar?” she repeated. Each word was like a hammer to her heart. Jake said nothing as he wrapped the collar around her neck, being careful not to pin any of her long red hair under the collar or in the buckle.

“Now, your new life begins,” Jake said with a smile. “Don’t worry, Paige, you will learn to appreciate and enjoy it,” he added as he leaned in to kiss her, only for he to whimper and turn her head. He grabbed her head and **** her to look at him. “Never pull away from me,” he said sternly before forcibly kissing her.

“No!” she screamed, the sound of her scream muffled as he pressed his mouth to hers. Instinctively, she bit down on his bottom lip. His face twisted in pain as he pulled away. He pressed his fingers to his bottom lip, checking for blood even though he knew there wouldn’t be any.

“You stupid bitch!” he shouted before slapping her face. “I see you’re eager for your first punishment after all. Guards,” he said as he pointed to the bondage horse.

Paige watched in horror as two of the guards closed in on her, released her wrists and ankles from the Saint Andrew’s Cross before pinning her wrists behind her back and forcing her across the dungeon toward the bondage horse. “Please! How can you do this?! You're both women!?” she shrieked as she tried desperately to dig her bare heels into the cold, smooth metal floor.”

“He is our king, and we are obedient to him, as our Gods, Lord Deamon and Lady Kara-Tea demand,” one of the guards replied in a cold stern tone as the other fastened a thick black leather belt with short chains where the wearer’s hips and lower back would be, then placing a single leather cuff around each of Paige’s ankles. Working together they hoisted the nineteen-year-old beauty up and set her pussy onto the dulled point of the bondage device. They then attached the chains hanging from the sides of the belt to D-rings at the sides of the bondage horse, and the ones at her lower back to D-rings on the ankle cuffs, forcing her to put her entire weight down on her pussy, and ensuring she would not fall off.

“She is ready, Your Majesty,” the second guard said as they turned to Jake and knelt on one knee.

“Very good, please return to your posts,” Jake said to them before he turned to grab what he needed.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the two said before returning to their places near the door to the dungeon. Jake entered a small supply room and emerged a few minutes later with a small hover cart. On the cart were a pair of duffel bags, a black leather flogger, and two large stacks of thick, heavy-looking, hard-backed books.

Paige tried to ignore the ache already building in her pussy as the dull point divided her folds, and she watched Jake close the distance between them, his boots meeting the metal floor with intimidating thuds that seemed to be in almost perfect rhythm with her pounding heart. When he reached her, he took one of the duffel bags and hung it on her left shoulder, allowing it to cross over to the right side of her body. As he did, she tried to move away, what little movement she was allowed sent a wave of pain through her pussy, making her hiss.

“I’d do my absolute best to stay perfectly still if I were you,” Jake laughed as he hung the other bag off of her right shoulder so it crossed to her left side. With the duffel bags in place, he reached over and grabbed two of the heavy books. He held them over the open duffel bags and smirked at the captive redheaded teen. Her eyes went wide as she realized what was going to happen. She opened her mouth to speak, but before any sound could come out, Jake dropped one of the books into each of the bags.

She let out a short, high-pitched scream as the additional weight **** her down further onto the dulled point of the bondage horse, adding to her pain and discomfort. Instinctively, she began to move, attempting to find relief. Each movement, however, only added to her pain. As she struggled to cease her movements, she did not notice that Jake had picked up the flogger. With expert skill, he pulled the supple leather tendrils of the multi-tailed whip taught in his left hand before snapping his right wrist, sending them crashing hard into Paige’s right breast.

“Ahh! Fuck!” she screamed at the sudden pain in her breast, her body jerked in response to the pain causing the books in the duffel bags to shift and once again add to her torment. The flogger came down again, this time on her left breast, and again her body reacted seemingly of its own will. Jake brought the flogger into play in her punishment three more times, once to her stomach, and once on each thigh before circling behind her. As soon as she calmed he gave her two hard lashes across the exposed flesh of her ass before rolling his wrist in a figure eight delivering several lashes to her lower back, always missing the then straps of the duffel bags.

“You look like you could use a bit more light reading,” he laughed as he dropped another of the heavy books into each of the duffel bags.

“Noo-oh-ho,” Paige wailed pitifully as she felt the additional weight of the books. Without warning, Jake began using the flogger again, repeating his pattern only adding more lashes to her breasts, stomach, and thighs before moving behind her, and again focusing on her back and ass.

The flogger sliced through the air and landed on Paige's right buttock with a resounding smack. She cried out, her body convulsing under the searing pain. The sudden movement caused the books in the bags to shift once more, sending sharp pains shooting through her most sensitive area. Jake continued to rain down blows, alternating between her buttocks, lower back, and thighs. Paige could do nothing but grit her teeth and attempt to endure the relentless onslaught of pain. In between sobs and gasps of air, she silently begged for it to stop, for this nightmare to end.

At last, when the duffel bags could barely hold the number of books they held, Jake was satisfied with her punishment. He dropped the flogger next to the bondage horse with a soft clanking thud and stood next to her heaving form. She was a pitiful sight; her skin was on fire, covered in welts and rapidly forming bruises. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the droplets of sweat that had formed on her forehead. Her once perfectly styled hair was now a tangled mess, evidence of her futile attempts to escape the agony she had been **** to endure.

"Now," Jake said coldly as he circled to face Paige, "I hope you have learned your lesson. I am your master, and you will obey me without question or hesitation." He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I own you now, Paige."

With that chilling statement, Jake snapped his fingers and motioned for the guards to come forward. They quickly untied the chains that held Paige in place on the bondage horse and struggled to lift her limp form from the device. Her legs gave out underneath her as soon as they were freed, unable to support her battered body any longer. The guards caught her before she could hit the floor and roughly draped her arms over their shoulders.

Paige hung between them like a sack of potatoes as they held her up. Carefully, they removed the duffel bags full of books from her shoulders and let them fall to the floor with heavy thuds. The redheaded teen could barely hear as her body hung in the limbo between consciousness and the sweet relief of unconsciousness. “What are your orders for this ****?” she heard the guard to her left say. At least she thought it was the guard to her left; the other woman’s voice sounded as if she were underwater.

“Take her to the **** quarters, dress her, and put her in a cage next to her stepmother.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty,” they said together as they began to walk with Paige between them. Her still weak legs, acting on some form of autopilot, move in more of a flailing movement, still unable to support her weight.

“Bring Caitlin to my cabin when Paige is properly dressed and caged,” Jake added as he watched the two royal guards take one of Earth’s tributes to his harem away.

By the time they reached their destination, Paige had recovered enough to weakly walk under her own power. As they entered the **** quarters, her eyes went wide with shock. Several cages lined the walls of the large room. Inside one was her step mother Ava, her movements were still slow and pained as a result of the strapping her pussy had endured and the paddling her ass had taken afterward. She was now dressed in a satin pink half-bra with white lace trim, a matching skirt, and white stiletto-heeled shoes. Her arms were encased in a white leather single glove, and moving without the use of her arms was proving very difficult for the slightly older blonde woman. It wasn’t until Ava managed to get herself up into a kneeling position that Paige saw that her stepmother’s mouth was filled with a white ball gag.

She averted her gaze and sat the busty redhead form before. She was still dressed in the revealing half-bra and skirt from before, and was gently sucking on the dildo gag that filled her mouth. What concerned her most was the look of pride and happiness in the busty redhead’s eyes.

Again, she averted her eyes, then let out a loud gasp. In another of the many cages, knelt the pop superstar Caitlin James. “She’s been missing for months!” Her mind reeled as she looked at one of the women she idolized. Her long brown hair hung down freely and had a silky shine to it as if it had been meticulously washed, conditioned, and brushed. Her mouth, like the redhead’s was covered by a square black leather patch, and she gently sucked on whatever it hid. Around her neck was a pale blue leather collar, matching the satin half-bra and skirt she wore.

As her stare lingered on Caitlin, she hardly noticed the guards placing her spread-eagled between two poles. They quickly worked together, placing a dark green satin half-bra with pale place trim and matching skirt on her, then placing her feet in dark green stiletto-heeled shoes. As one of the guards approached with a pale purple ball gag, she turned her head away.

The other guard grabbed Paige’s hair and pulled back hard. When she opened her mouth to yelp in pain, the gag was quickly **** into place. “You’ll learn, girl,” the guard who had pulled her hair said in a stern tone as she buckled the gag tightly in place. Her arms were then briefly freed, only to be **** into a pale purple leather single glove. Once she was dressed, she was **** into one of the empty cages next to her stepmother.

She watched as one of the guards took a thin chain-link leash with a handle made of looped black leather from a hook on the wall. The guard then approached the cage that held Caitlin. She opened it, reached in, and clipped the leash to the D-ring at the front of the brunette’s collar. When the guard gave a small tug, she waddled forward on her knees until she was out of her cage. She looked up at the guard who held her leash.

“Your master desires you, come,” she said before tugging upward on the leash. Caitlin rose gracefully to her feet, despite the pale blue leather single glove that held her arms behind her back. Caitlin followed behind the guard, all the while, sucking on the dildo gag as they made their way through the corridors of The King’s Wrath. As they passed the various members of the all-female crew, several of them looked at the enslaved brunette with a look of deep respect. The guard came to a stop and knocked on the door to Jake’s cabin.

“Enter,” he commanded from the other side. The door slid open, and the guard led Caitlin into the cabin. As soon as she saw her master, Caitlin curtsied and knelt, keeping her head bowed low. “Thank you,” he said, taking her leash and leading her over to the bed. He cleared off the pillows and stacked two of them, one over the other, in the center of the bed. He then pulled two short chains with leather cuffs at the ends from under the mattress at the head of the bed, and another pair from beneath the foot of the bed. Satisfied with his preparation, he went to the kneeling Caitlin and removed the dildo gag filling her mouth and freed her arms from the single glove. “On the bed, face down, hips over the pillows.”

“Yes, Master,” Caitlin said as she went to the bed and lay as she had been ordered, knowing to put her wrists and ankles near the cuffs. Jake quickly buckled the leather cuffs around the former pop star’s wrists and ankles, securing her to the bed before lifting Caitlin’s short skirt, completely exposing her bare ass and pussy.

“I think my little English fuck toy, needs a good caning,” he said as he took a short thin cane from the drawer of his nightstand. “What do you think, Caitlin?” he asked as he **** the cane across Caitlin’s ass.

Caitlin couldn't help but shiver at the cool touch of the cane, her breathing quickening in anticipation. She knew full well what was in store for her, and part of her craved it - the pain, the humiliation, and the pleasure that would surely follow. However, she still mustered the courage to respond.

"Whatever pleases you, Master," Caitlin managed to say, her voice shaky but determined.

Jake smiled at her response. It had been months since his wraiths had brought him Caitlin, and in that time, he had broken her down and rebuilt her into his perfect little pet. She was no longer the feisty pop star plastered on magazine covers; instead, she'd become one of his docile and obedient slaves.

"Very well," Jake said, a touch of sadism in his voice as he raised the cane high above his head. "Let us begin."

With all his might, Jake brought the cane down onto Caitlin's exposed ass cheeks. The sharp sting of the impact made her gasp and arch her back, but she didn't cry out. Instead, she bit down on her lower lip and inhaled sharply.

Jake admired Caitlin's restraint before delivering another blow, this time aiming for the sensitive spot where her thigh met her ass cheek. Caitlin didn't make a sound; only a silent tear formed in the corner of her eye before slipping down her flushed cheek.

“Now, starting at one,” he said tracing one of the welts with his finger, “count the strokes, and then beg me to fuck you,” he commanded. “Are you ready?” he asked as he again **** the cane over her ass.

“Yes, Master,” Caitlin said as she tried desperately to relax. She knew that clenching would only make the pain worse. Without warning, Jane brought the cane down on the opposite cheek, again landing where her ass cheek and the back of her thigh met. “One!” she yelled, her muscles stiffening in response to the familiar bite of the cane. “Please fuck me, Master!”

“That’s a good girl,” Jake said before bringing the cane down once more.

“Two! Please fuck me, Master!”

What will happen when Jake returns to Staphos? Answer in comments.

A) A cultist is brought to Jake for punishment.

B) Jake takes Zoey to the stables

C) Jake breeds Evlyn and Adriana

D) Something else, what?