She Brings the Bimbo to a Brothel

Stella lets out a devious laugh, which only confuses the dumb orc.

"Oh, you big, beautiful bimbo. I'm glad we are on the same page."

Xena gives her a confused smile in return. "So, like, me and you?"

"No, of course not. I got better plans for that cute butt of yours."

The orc looks back at her behind, then gives the witch a smile. "Thank you. It is cute!"

While her bimbo is still gushing over the compliment, she prepares a teleportation spell to bring them both to Ivory-Tower, the Kingdom's capital.

They arrive in the damp basement of an abandoned building, the runes of the teleportation circle at their feet slowly simmering down.

It takes a moment for Xena to realize that they are not in the same room, upon which she looks around with utter confusion. Her stunned state makes it very easy for Stella to grab her by the arm and lead her out and into the darkened streets of the city’s shady district.

Everyone stares at them as they walk, and Xena stares back with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. She has never seen so many humans crowded in the same place! Well, she's never seen so many unarmed humans, in any cases.

Stella grins deviously when they reach their destination. Madame Bouvier’s Boudoir.

She pulls the orc into the alley behind it; Talent comes in through the back door.

As they make their way towards the Madame’s office, several working girls let out yelps or gasps upon seeing the orc bimbo.

Stella doesn’t pay any mind to the scantily-clad secretary who claims the Madame is occupied as she barges into the office. Without the witch's influence all these years ago, Madame Bouvier might still be a back-alley beggar…

The buxom matron looks up from the pile of paper on her desk, shoots a look of horror at the lusty orc bimbo, and then spots the enchantress. Her face instantly turns into a wide fake smile.

“M-Mrs. Brightstar! To what glorious purpose do I owe the honor of your visit today?”

“I’m bringing you a new girl. She’ll work for room and board, and I expect her to be advertised throughout the city. The personal pay you would normally give her will instead be diverted towards the war effort.”

The mature woman takes out a handkerchief and dabs her forehead with it. A lock of graying hair falls down from her bun. “That would… Y-Yeah, certainly, Mrs. Brightstar. It will be done as you wish. If I may inquire, what is this pretty creature’s name?”

“This is Xena Ruk-Dkhag, the very daughter of our enemies’ warchief.”

“Warchief?” Xena whispers, confused. Stella’s magic has wreaked havoc on the orc’s mental capacities, including her now-fractured memories.

“It’s not important, darling,” the witch tells her plaything. “What is important now is that you are a dumb bimbo and you oh so deseperatly want to serve your superiors in any way they want by being a good whore. You will be under Madame Bouvier’s employ, and I expect you to be a model cock-polisher while you reside here. Is that understood?”

“Hum… those were lots o’ words.”

Stella rolls her eyes. “You obey this lady. She tells you who to have sex with. Simple enough?”

“Oh I love sex!” She taps her hand together excitedly.

“Good girl.” The witch turns her attention back to the brothel’s owner. “Make sure she gets desecrated plenty.”

“Yes Mrs. Brightstar, as you wish. And, huh…” She lifts a finger tentatively. “With this service, can we consider our debt settled?”

Stella laughs. It is not a cruel or malicious laugh, but it feels like it to the Madame. “As long as you run this establishment, your debt to me remains.”

Stella gives one last meaningful look at Xena, before heading out. “I’ll be back in a week to check up on my bimbo,” she tells the Madame without looking back. “She better be well-fucked by then.” She doesn’t say “or”, she doesn’t threaten, she doesn’t spell out the consequences were the matron to fail the task; She doesn’t need to, for Madame Bouvier knows too well what the witch does to those who dare spurn her.

Once Stella is gone, the Madame looks up at the tall muscular green girl in front of her, hoping that this peculiar new addition to her stable won’t have a negative outcome on her boudoir’s revenues.