PoV Hilda
I left the sexiest woman behind me.
My Queen told me to leave.
To give me a chance to leave and a mission to try my old life again.
Disgust at the thought rolled through me, and I wanted to fall to my knees and cry a little. Last night had been amazing and life-changing. I could still feel the hot lick of the leather whip against my skin, and my body craved it more. I don't even know how, but at this moment, I had no scars on my body as I did not use any creams. But my strength had exploded. I felt stronger, and on the edge of my mind were insights I felt while I was being whipped.
Not only did my elastic Mana, which filled my body with strength and agility, get stronger, but more importantly, it got denser—more active and willing to react to my call for it. Yet that was still secondary to the lust I felt toward the woman I left in that room. I felt like her eyes were on me to ensure I followed her last orders.
The question she asked before giving them to me was something that I wanted to ignore. Goddess above, I did not care about comparing with Steve before. Steve just would never be able to measure up to that Queen, that woman in the room behind me. Simply by being in that room, she demanded ownership of those around her without a word. She simply took control by being there, and it made me want to scrape the ground with my face bowing before her.
But did I want to lose my freedom?
Sure, I had fantasies about being a slave by being forced to do things against my will or without care for my feelings. I had told Steve about it and wished that he would be harder and more forward in engaging with me. When he tried, though, he always failed. Something about it never worked, and now I knew what it was.
Steve was not a King.
Steve was not a Queen.
Steve was a fucking wizard bitch that could not control his lover, let alone someone willing to kiss the ground they walked on if they only could ask properly. He had no presence, and he was nothing compared to her. She was a goddess in the heavens, but he was nothing but a cockroach in the dirt trying to survive compared to her magnificence.
But did I want to lose my freedom? My ability to move as I wished and leave when I wanted to.
Did I even need the freedom?
My deepest wish at this moment was to follow her like an innocent child following their mother, waiting for further instruction. I would run around her with curious eyes, wondering what she was going to show me about the world around her. She would take me places that I could never see with others in her presence. I would tribute my love and life to her while she dictated my actions.
Goddess above, I wanted that more than anything now!
If she told me to collar myself as a slave, I would. I would do it in front of witnesses and without hesitation.
But even if that was true, The Queen, the Goddess, The Mistress had given me an order.
I walked in a half-daze down the steps into the inn's bar, ordered breakfast, and noticed smiles and frowns around me. All looked at me with various emotions, and for a couple of moments, I could not understand why the fuck they would be looking at me that way.
Then it hit me, and my face heated up.
OH FUCK THEY HEARD ME!
A hard want to run and never show my face again hit me. I wanted to run away and flee this place to the surface and then to the next kingdom. Maybe they would not have heard me screaming last night in the Kingdom of Arlin. Those wonderful licks from that Queen.
But then, I would not know if I could see the Queen again.
What a conundrum!
Stay and be embarrassed to death or flee from the queen.
I winced as I already knew my choice and had food before me. The food was bland in my mouth and tasted awful as I thought about the duty I had been set upon. To sleep with the man that let me see my queen. Or meet her at least, as she would have looked over me and not cared who I was if he never outed my fetish to the entire Inn.
Should I be angry?
"So, did you enjoy being a sniveling slave last night?" I heard a familiar voice beside me, and surprise hit me as Steve was there with a face of contempt.
"Well, If you were not man enough to step up and let me feel it, she was woman enough to do it," I snapped back, "But if you think you can do better, take me back to the fuck in and prove it to me. I will directly fucking compare Steve, and the winner keeps me; how about that, you nitwit?"
The words left my mouth before I knew it, and they surprised both of us as I was usually patient when he was sarcastic with me. But now I had directly attacked his bottom line and manhood. He thought of himself as a good lover, and frankly, I think other women would enjoy him.
He just did not tickle that fetish I had. But when he came up to me and talked to me like that after the amazing experience I just had?
It was like experiencing a cool room in the middle of a blistering hot summer.
Sure, I can eventually get used to being outside again, but I would much rather stay in a room with cold ice to keep me cool. I could always stay outside and survive, but I will never forget walking into that room for the first time and feeling the cool air on my skin.
"Fine," he snapped, "I still have a room; let's go," He said, grabbing my arm with a weak grip I could have easily broken. But I followed him, tossing a couple of silver coins for the food I left behind to follow him. It only took us a moment to go to a shittier Inn nearby where the beds were not as great and not as well kept. The last inn was the best in the Dungeon floor, and any other place was worse.
So he dragged me to his room, which was the last in the hallway, and shoved me into the room. If he had been more assertive like this, I might never have listened to the queen. But the queen was just so much better at it with just a look; she could make me do what she wanted. Here, Steve had to make me with 'force' as I let him do it.
Suddenly, I was pushed up against the wall, and his lips pressed against mine, and he kissed me forcefully. He was putting his all into it, and if I was to be fair and follow the Queen's orders, I followed along. I had to; she ordered it.
My lips mashed disappointingly against his as this was just normal play before we usually had sex. I like kisses, but this was boring, and his hand roamed my body gently and invaded the leather armor. He froze, feeling my bare skin directly pressing against the armor, and it seemed he had never noticed I was naked under my armor.
He broke the kiss and looked at me strangely, "You fucking freak, you let her steal your clothing too?!" He sneered, and although the words were right to tickle that itch, it just did not hit the same. He pulled at my armor, but it was just not strong enough to match the licks of those whips, and he tossed me to the bed, my breasts bouncing around as he did so. The leather pants were pulled down, and I felt his cock push into me and thrust once into me hard.
Steve was not small, but it felt small to me now. He had a large cock between his legs that measured at least eight or nine inches. But it felt small in me now, unsatisfying even as it hit all the right points. I gasped at the feeling of being full, and a little pleasure hit me, but it was nothing like the lick of those whips.
How, How, How would it feel if the Queen did those things to me? How great would that be?!
"AH~!" I cried out as he started to thrust into me, and my body moistened up for him a little as he tried his best inside of me. His hips lightly slapped my ass, and I wished he would do it harder. Thrust into me like you needed every fucking inch of your cock in me. I always wished for him to go harder, and even now, I wish for it even more.
He grabbed my hair, and the pain sparked in my head. I moaned as he used my hair to pull me back into him and thrust into me again and again. Pleasure started to seep into me, but he just kept thrusting and eventually let go to grab my hips.
In and out.
In and out.
It felt good, but nothing like those licking whips. God, those whips to my body, I got hot just thinking about it, and my moans now grew more intense. My mind went back to those moments last night. The noose around my neck, on my toes, on a box, dancing as she whipped me again and again. I would dance, and a foot would even leave the box, allowing me to stay on the box.
The air was tight, my throat hurt, and my body sparked. I felt something release inside me, and I moaned, but my mind was orgasming from that pain. Again and again, she whipped me, and no longer could I think of Steve. He continued to thrust into me and pulled out before pushing me onto the bed and getting on top of me, but I could not care.
I was back in that room with my Mistress, and I knew now.
There was no question in my decision.
I made my choice because I felt Steve was doing his best to imitate the rampaging inside me.
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