No. Breaking of Pride - Day 3

“If you beat her you are free.” Uklag says to the three women. “Are you serious?” one of them asks and weighs the long piece of wood in her hand. In another part of the torture chamber Alratha is putting her weapons on a stand.

“Yeah, you are lesser warriors anyway.” The soldier’s growl at his insult and storm at Uklag’s assassin. If there is one thing Uklag has learned in that fight between Alratha and Tienal it would be that Alratha really is that good as she always says.

Sure her fighting method is pretty unorthodox but she still manages to dodge the attacks of the three soldiers with ease. Using the wooden poles Uklag has given them as make-shift spears the women try to corner Alratha but the raven-haired murderess is too nimble to be pinned down and after a few minutes the situation has completely turned around.

It was like three mice just tried to hunt a cat, just to find out how bad an idea that was. “That’s enough.” Uklag says when Alratha kicks one of them in the stomach while the others try to get up from similar painful experiences. All in all the spectacle took 20 minutes. “Obviously you are pretty bad soldiers, why even bother?”

“I could beat a man at every given time.” One of them mumbles. “Oh really?” Uklag asks standing up, “Want to try me?” The colour drains from the soldiers face but she nods all the same. “You asked for it.” Uklag laughs.

He looks at his fingernails and yawns as he waits for the soldiers to get up. Actually Uklag had wanted to put some finishing touches on their behaviour today, showing them how great it is to serve him and all that crap, but apparently one of them had made an incredibly effective speech while he was sleeping.

Long story short they had rekindled their defiance and Uklag would have to break it again. “You ready yet?” He asks when the last one points her pole at him. He is answered by a charge. Half a second later they are all lying on the ground, twitching from the after effects of electric currency. “Silly girls.” The warlock says and sits down again. “You have seen me battle that mage in your party, you really think I can’t take care of you in the same way?”

Uklag gives Alratha a signal and she takes away the wooden polls. “Do tell me, how do you like my gift to you?” He asks in regard to the collar. “I heard some of you girls even asked to be fucked by my First-Servant, I do like that enthusiasm.”

They look at him with ashamed eyes, but none of them say anything. “They look like they made good use of it, Master Uklag.” Says the ever present Analea, “And of each other.” Her sister adds. “They do indeed. Did you like begging a man to cum? To make your comrades here moan in lust?”

“…yes.” One of them says silently. It was the one that had decided to be trained sexually yesterday. “Oh? Tell me more.” Under the shocked eyes of her former comrades the woman starts to crumble. “It just felt so good, giving pleasure and receiving it. To ask that servant of yours to bury his cock within me and when he unloaded his seed within me, I could ask for even more pleasure by using this collar of yours.”

She takes a deep breath, “I don’t want to hide it – it felt great.” Uklag gives a standing ovation. “My dear girl, I will grant you even greater pleasures if you swear fealty to me. Say the word and be mine.”

The soldier looks at her comrades, their unbelieving eyes form a silent ‘no’ when the woman talks again. “I will serve you, Master Uklag, just grant me more pleasure.” Uklag walks over and pulls the girl of the ground, “Of course, but let’s start with a bath shall we, An, Al show her to the baths. She is all yours.” He says and the succubi smile at the greater implication. “”Of course.”” They say and leave while whispering sweet temptations to the girl.

“Any of you interested in following her?” Uklag asks. Sadly the other girls have a stronger will and while they look certainly shaken by what just happened they don’t give in. ‘No matter.’ Uklag thinks with a smile ‘Tomorrow I will play my trump card, the day after that they are done.’

He repeats the same process with the remaining three prisoners, but even though none of them give in, the news is enough to shock them. Back in the dining hall Uklag looks at this new servant. She is naked, only equipped with a white collar that Analea has given her after the bath.

“In accordance to your wishes I make you my first pleasure slave.” Uklag says, “You are to be used whenever someone asks you, understand?” the once proud soldier bows her head, “Yes, Master Uklag.”

Droy looks especially pleased by the news, but even Zal has a sly smile around his lips. “As a pleasure slave you obey my wives first, you are never to wear clothes, unless somebody tells you to.” The slave nods and looks to the ground. “Anybody want to enjoy her first?” Droy coughs and raises his hand a bit but after Celine whispers something into his ear he lowers it again. “Well if none of the men want to take a spin.” Catherine says, “I wouldn’t object to some fun while I eat, come here slave.”

The soldier freezes, a glimmer of defiance raises in her eyes when she hears the traitor speak. “Obey my apprentice, unless you want me to throw you back to your disappointed comrades.” The glimmer vanishes and fearful obedience takes its place. “I obey, Mistress.” She says and vanishes under the table.

After that they ate and the usual chatter at the lower level was sometimes interrupted by a loud moan, which the others then laughed about and flirtation ensued. Uklag smiled at the sight, the debauchery that was his organisation worked greatly for everyone that complied.