Tulian Capital

  Peasant's Theatre

  Two Months Until Spring

  Deep beneath the Peasant's Theatre, Sara leaned back in a comfortable loveseat. Her thighs ached something fierce, and up above, Trot was being tended to by a team of well-paid grooms. The poor animal had rushed her back to the capital shortly after the report of Sporaton scouts had arrived, dashing across nearly forty miles of roads in a handful of hours. Sara may have been sore, but her horse had earned every sugar-ced apple he was being fed up above.

  Not that Sara was foregoing her own respite, of course. The architects of Old Tulian seemed to have had something of a fetish for hidden underground chambers, and the space she was recuperating in now was yet another example. Shortly after the hidden crawl space had been brought to her attention, Evie had equipped it with plush furniture and an abundance of nonperishable supplies, turning it into a bunker fit for weeks of hiding. Until that purpose became necessary, Sara used it as the secret meeting space for her inner circle.

  Thick rugs covered every inch of cold stone, cheap in their design and dyes, but luxurious in the feel against bare feet. The furniture, mostly overstuffed padded chairs and couches, was soft enough to drown in, even if they were patched and stained in pces. A small fire pit embedded in one wall was allowed to burn by virtue of a row of darkly stained gems above it, which absorbed the smoke that would have otherwise filled the room. It was rare that the extra heat would be necessary, but Sara liked having the option. All in all, it was a comfy space, a dimly lit den that she always enjoyed returning to.

  Vesta was presently rexing opposite Sara, her dress hiked up to expose long stretchs of pale skin as she lounged across a couch. Oddry, once one of Vesta's highest ranking maids, was the cause for her dress's exposed state. Hands crawled up and down her employer's legs, taking in the silky smoothness of her skin in nguid, absentminded fashion. Oddry was now one of Vesta's longest sting flings, enough so that it couldn't be rightly said she was a fling anymore. Without the cutthroat politics of Hagos endangering any commoner Vesta took to bed, she'd been freed to keep her test acquisition around, and they had months of entanglement behind them by now. Sara hadn't spent much time with Oddry herself, and didn't technically consider the woman trustworthy enough to be in the room, but couldn't argue. With how closely attached she was to Vesta, there was nothing Vesta knew that her maid-consort didn't.

  Behind the couch, standing at ease, was Tarlin. Vesta's ever-loyal bodyguard was resplendent in his suit of pte, but for once his visor was lifted, allowing Sara to see his expression as he dutifully scanned the room. Now that she knew to look for it, she could see the subtle signs of his feline nature, even with his ears and tail covered. His eyes darted as Evie's did, pupils widening and narrowing more rapidly than a pure human's, and he often cocked his head to turn an ear towards sounds that caught his attention.

  Also, Sara noticed, his eyes occasionally flicked down towards Vesta and her companion. Not often enough to be overt, but too frequently to be purely professional in motivation. Sara had her eye on him from the moment they'd first met, impressed by his physique and discipline, but had never had the opportunity to put his focus to the test. Now, watching the way he kept gncing at Oddry and Vesta, Sara took careful note of his present distraction.

  To the right of the couch covered by the intertwined women was Ignite Parables, who was studiously feigning interest in the ceiling's brickwork. He had been with Sara for nearly as long as the rest of those present, but he alone seemed to be the most uncomfortable with the physicality Sara showed her closest companions. Sara didn't begrudge him for it, but did think it odd that he hadn't gotten used to it by now. His oil-slick skin wasn't capable of blushing, but if he had the ability, Sara felt certain he would have sported a flush that deepened every time he gnced at Sara.

  She couldn't bme him, she supposed. Sara was sitting between Hurlish's spread legs on the couch, the orc's arm wrapped possessively around her stomach. Beneath Hurlish's hand was Evie, who was ying on the couch with her head resting in Sara's p. That wasn't too unusual a position for two lovers to lie in, but of course Evie's face was turned inward, firmly nuzzled just above Sara's crotch, and her hips squirmed petuntly on the couch. It had been nearly eighteen hours since the feline st had Sara inside her, and that was stretching the limit. Hurlish's other hand occasionally reached down to either scratch at the base of Evie's ears, eliciting a shudder and quickening of her breath, or to shove her face deeper between Sara's legs, the pressure of which provoked a simir shiver from Sara herself.

  This meeting had been called, ostensibly, to determine what to do about the Sporaton scouts, but it was looking like it might be a struggle to keep that the first item on the agenda. The scouts were a considerable problem, threatening to spoil many of the surprises Sara had in store for the army that was to follow them, but abstract issues were difficult to focus on when something far more physical was pressing against her.

  Namely, Hurlish. The orc kept Sara pulled in tight, legs spread wide, but it wasn't what was between her thighs that distracted Sara. It was her stomach, which Sara could feel pressing against her. There wasn't actually any difference in how she looked, not yet, but the thought that she might start showing soon sent flutters through Sara. Orc children were born at a simir size to humans, apparently, so it took a while longer for pregnancy to show on a seven foot woman. Technically, they couldn't even be certain Hurlish was pregnant. Sure, she'd missed her cycle the st two months, but they were already light, and a childhood of medieval food shortages left them inconsistent at best. Despite that, Sara felt damn sure that Amarat's Champion wouldn't have much trouble knocking anyone up. This body had been a goddess's custom build, and as Sara's chest and hips suggested, Amarat didn't shortchange her champions. There was no proof yet, but her certainty was unwavering.

  To say that the thought of her future child hit Sara with mixed emotions was one hell of an understatement. The start of the process had been fun, of course, particurly with the frequency Hurlish insisted on giving it a go, but now that things had progressed, the less kinky realities were hitting her.

  A kid.

  Sara's kid.

  A child she'd have to raise.

  It sent her head spinning.

  Excited, but terrified, she'd steadily realized that hey, maybe she really had jumped the gun on this whole motherhood thing. She didn't doubt the stability of her and Hurlish's retionship, what with a god's endorsement backing it up, but there were far more sources of instability in her life than romance. She was the general of an army, the leader of a nation, and one of that nation's most powerful warriors. When the invasion came, she'd be in combat near constantly, risking her life, while Hurlish would be back in the capital, eating weird food and flying through mood swings. Not only did it raise the stakes of the conflict even further, it made Sara feel a little bit like a shitty wife. She was supposed to be taking care of Hurlish through the whole process, not leaving her to fend for herself. Sara had already tentatively proposed the idea of hiring a maid off of Vesta, but Hurlish had shot that down hard. She didn't want somebody snooping around in their rooms, no matter how helpful they were, and Sara, ever the dutiful partner, had no choice but to agree.

  Then there was what came next, assuming Sara lived through the war.

  Raising a child.

  Christ.

  Sara had just turned twenty three, and while she'd worked for a living since she was sixteen, but that didn't make her feel any less like a kid. Shortly before she'd come to this world, she'd had to stop stocking her pantry with cookies because she didn't have the self control not to blow through the entire pack in a couple days. And now– a mere eight months ter– she was stocking up on diapers. That was absurd. How could she tell her kid to y off the sweets while they were fighting over the st brownie?

  Her only hope was that Amarat's Blessings would give her a leg up. It had to be easier to figure out why your baby was crying when you had divinely granted intuitive powers, right? And the middle school phase, with all the edgy moodiness as puberty kicked into high gear, the Blessings had to help parse that. No kid would be able to lie to her about why they were pissed off. Then again, Sara could only imagine how utterly infuriating it would be to have a mother that could basically read your mind, so maybe it would be best to feign ignorance on occasion.

  Sara was pulled from her derailed train of thought by a sharp pinch on her stomach. Evie was looking up at her, frowning petuntly. With a start Sara realized that she'd stopped giving a reaction to Evie's "subtle" prodding, and that irritated the feline. Sara shifted between Hurlish's legs and shoved the emotion of apology through the colr's bond, along with a promise to keep her head out of the clouds.

  It really was time to get the meeting started. If things went on any longer like this, Vesta and Oddry would be well past the point of paying attention, Ignite would flee the room in a panic, and Tarlin would either drop dead of overheating, flee with Ignite, or take a more interesting path forward. No matter what happened, it wouldn't be productive. Sara contempted a few options for how to gather their attention.

  "So Hurlish is pregnant," Sara announced.

  The orc in question burst into a violent coughing fit. Evie's head rocketed out of Sara's p, staring daggers at her just as Vesta began to ugh uproariously. Tarlin's eyes were as wide as saucers, while Ignite had receded entirely into a professional disassociation, and Oddry– well, Oddry mostly seemed irritated that her boss had stopped paying attention to her wandering hands. She and Evie were simir in that respect.

  "Master, that is not yours to–"

  "The fuck did you just–"

  "I did wonder if such was possible–"

  "May I take my leave, ma'am?"

  Sara ughed. "No, Ignite, and yes, Evie, it is something I should have discussed with her beforehand, sorry Hurlish, and yeah, Vesta, it's a good thing you took those potions, huh? Also, Tarlin my guy, you look like you're about to have a heatstroke. You need some water?"

  Tarlin mutely shook his head. Ignite continued to squirm in pce.

  "I fail to see how discussions of pregnancy require my presence, ma'am."

  "It's not what we're here to talk about. I was just trying to break the ice. We're talking about Sporaton scouts that got spotted crossing the border."

  The mood in the room, strange as it already had been, chilled considerably. Vesta frowned and sat up on the couch, a motion Oddry finally did not protest, and Tarlin tightened his grip on his halberd, eying the entrance as if Sporaton forces were moments away from busting down the door. At first Ignite seemed comforted by the announcement, until the implications hit him beyond being a convenient excuse to change topics. Of those not yet in the know, Hurlish had the least reaction, little more than a surprised grunt.

  "Yeah," Sara wisely intoned. "What I brought you all here to discuss is what we're going to do about it. Sorry Evie, but we'll probably be relying on you a lot here."

  "Oh?" Vesta intoned. "And why is that?" Of all present, Vesta perhaps understood best Evie's reluctance for command.

  "Because the scouts are accompanied by the Night's Eye," Evie replied, preempting Sara's response. For a woman that had just been pyfully nosing at Sara's cock through a quarter inch of cloth, her composure was commendable. "I trained under their commander, Master Graf, for seven years, and the te Lady Eliah," the title was spoken with scorn, "was their primary employer for domestic matters. I am familiar with their operations at an academic, professional, and personal level, and am certain in the belief that they are the true backbone of this preliminary force."

  Sara nodded. "Which means they're tough shit, and we're not going to be able to scare 'em off easy. As we've already got a leak somewhere in our government, and I don't want the Night's Eye getting wind of the fact we're going after them, I decided I'd rather keep things between those I trust. We don't have a considerable cavalry of our own, so we'll never catch them if they're trying to avoid us. I ran back here with Evie because I was hoping to get the rest of your opinions before committing to a course of action."

  "And," Evie said, "Because she doesn't wish to accept the inevitable. There is only one logical course of action."

  Vesta raised an eyebrow. "Contention between sve and master? Intriguing."

  "It's not an argument," Sara argued, "Just a disagreement on the best thing to do."

  "And what is so worth not-arguing over?" Ignite asked, looking curiously at Evie.

  "The reasonable course. Only two Irregurs in Tulian are capable of confronting the Night's Eye, and that is Master and I. Master disappearing into the wilderness would certainly alert any spy that we have detected the scouts, and so she must remain here. I, however, regurly part from Master to run her errands, and could spend considerably longer out of the public eye without issue. I also have far greater experience with the operations of the Night's Eye. Suggesting any pn other than that of me leading Irregurs into the confrontation would be a waste of time."

  "You really gotta get after them so soon?" Hurlish asked. "They're just scouts. Let 'em nose around all they like. Who cares? They're not hurting anybody."

  Ignite stepped forward. "Because much of Governess Sara's preparations for the war rely upon the element of surprise. Not just in avoiding the enemy preparing to surmount the obstacles she has created, but also for the effect upon the common soldiery of the enemy." Ignite cocked his head, trying to recall something. "I believe you called it, ah, 'shock and awe', yes?"

  "Yep. That's the pn. It wouldn't ruin everything for the scouts to see what we've got cooking, but it'd piss me the hell off, and it'd certainly cost a lot of lives." Sara's expression firmed. "But not , in any way, would it be worth losing Evie."

  "Master, I am fully capable of handling myself on this mission."

  "I know you are, but you'd be even more capable if I went with you. And if we brought Hurlish and the other Irregurs, there'd be next to no danger."

  "Ah yes, Master, bringing the head of state and her pregnant partner on an extended combat mission. Truly what all the military manuscripts I have had you pore over would recommend."

  Sara frowned. "Okay, yeah. Maybe not Hurlish."

  "Hey!"

  "Don't 'hey' me! You signed up for this! Very enthusiastically, I might add."

  "Doesn't mean I'm made of gss all the sudden."

  "You'd let me go into a fight if I was pregnant?"

  "Well, no, but–"

  "Ladies!" Vesta interrupted, cpping once, sharply, like a teacher getting her students attention. "I think you three are all perfectly aware of what must be done, and are now merely bickering over the particurs. I, for one, concur with Evie. Does anyone present disagree?"

  Ignite shook his head. "No. It is the wisest choice."

  Tarlin nodded to Ignite. "I am not a true soldier, merely a guard, but that means I understand well the urge to protect those close to you, even to the point of aggravation. I recognize that same impulse within you now, Sara, and respect it, but I still concur with Evie's pn."

  Oddry tentatively raised her hand. "Do I get a vote? I've never held a weapon rger than a cooking knife, and I don't understand a thing of warfare."

  Sara rolled her eyes. "Sure, why not. Shoot."

  "I also agree with Evie."

  "Shocker." Sara sighed, slumping back to rest her head between Hurlish's breasts. "Fine. Evie'll leave as soon as she gathers up the Irregurs and supplies she needs. How long do you think that will be?"

  "I will wish to hire an expert for the terrain, one of those hunters that Nora has made use of tely. Gathering the Irregurs, equipping them with steeds, selecting supplies... I will leave tomorrow evening at the test, Master."

  "And how long will it take to get the job done?"

  "Or, to speak your true question, when should you come to rescue me?"

  "I don't think you'll get captured, Evie. I really do trust your skills, and like you said, no one knows the Night's Eye like you do. I'm just... y'know, paranoid. You of all people can't get onto me for that."

  Evie huffed. "I suppose not. A week or more, Master. If I have not managed to track them down by the second week, they will have already achieved their objectives and will be leaving the country."

  "Alright. We can discuss the particurs tomorrow while you get ready. Ignite, Tarlin, you're free to leave if you'd like."

  Ignite saluted sharply, eagerly heading for the door. Tarlin, still acting as Vesta's bodyguard, remained, but he looked confused by the order.

  "And why would we leave, but not the others, ma'am?"

  Sara grinned. "Well, y'see, Evie and I made a bet before we started the practice battles. Seeing as she won the majority of the matches, and she's about to be away for a while, I'd figured there was no better time to cash in her victory. Feel free to stay big guy, hell, I'd welcome it, but it's up to you."

  Evie's eyes widened nearly as much as Tarlin's. "Tonight, Master?"

  "Why not? We'll draft some orders ahead of time, have people start getting things ready first thing in the morning so you can sleep in."

  "I suppose..."

  Vesta licked her lips, leaning forward in interest. "Now, what exactly was the nature of this wager that you lost, Sara?"

  "You'll see, but knowing Evie, I'm sure you can guess the gist. I actually was getting it ready the moment we arrived back at the city, and it's been, what, five or six hours? Should be good by now." Sara turned to Evie, smile lecherous. "Evie?"

  "Yes, Master?"

  "You will not remember receiving the following set of orders until I lift this command. You will begin to undress, but will not notice that you have changed clothing until after I finish speaking..."

  Evie shuddered as the commands rolled through her, eyes growing more lidded with each successive order.

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  Evie

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  The candle on the wall flickered rather oddly. Time was passing, clearly. Evie had no way of telling how long, but it wasn't an inconsiderable amount. For an uncertain period, she let her mind float on the sea of Master's voice, a dull and empty-minded smile gracing her face. After a long while, but still not long enough, she felt herself raising up through the mist, her lucidity returning. She adjusted her legs, which suddenly felt near falling asleep. Master smiled at her.

  "How are you feeling, Evie?"

  "Wonderful, Master, but slightly confused. Has the meeting concluded?"

  "Yes. Now we're working on me fulfilling my end of the bet we made before the army exercises."

  "I remember no such bet, Master."

  "That's because your first condition was that I make you forget you made it bet. There were a lot after that, too, but those are for you to figure out on your own. Now, would you please close your eyes?"

  Though it hadn't been phrased as an order, Evie responded with simir acrity. If requests with no expectation of refusal were as close as she could get Master to giving her orders outside the bedroom, she would have to take it. She felt Master's hand brush across her cheek, and started to lean into it, but was surprised to find her affection pushed away. She understood why a moment ter when silky cloth slid across her face, covering her eyes.

  "Alright, you can open them now. Can you see anything?"

  "No."

  "Tell the truth."

  Evie shivered. The game had begun. "A bit of light, from the torch," she heard her mouth replying. "Nothing more."

  "Hm. I'll wrap it around again." Master did so, pressing a palm to the back of Evie's head to tilt it downward as she tied the knot. Evie shivered. "What about now?"

  "Nothing, Master," Evie replied. It was the truth, but she added uncertainty to her voice, hoping– knowing– Master would pick up on it.

  "Tsk tsk, Evie. Tell the truth."

  Evie shivered slightly as her colr hummed. "It was, Master. I see nothing."

  "Good." There was some shuffling to Evie's right, which she instinctively turned to follow before a hand pushed her back. "Hold on a sec. Gotta have you outta the way for a minute." There was more shuffling, and a grunt from Hurlish. Evie didn't know the orc had still been in the room. How much time had Master snipped from her awareness?

  "Gonna get that caught on the-" Hurlish said.

  "I see it, I just gotta get it up and over the-"

  "My, you two make that look difficult."

  Vesta, too? Did that mean Oddry had joined them? And the room, she abruptly realized. She hadn't paid enough attention to the brickwork before Master tied the blindfold to notice, but they had changed locations. The room had a different echo to it. Where was she?

  Before she could voice the question, Master and Hurlish finished maneuvering whatever it was they had been grappling with. Evie jumped in her seat as she felt strong orcish hands lift her under the armpits, swinging her around until her shins bumped into something hard.

  "Lift your legs, Kitty," Hurlish instructed. She hadn't the magical power over Evie that Master did, but the insulting eponym produced a frustratingly simir shudder from her body. She did as instructed, and felt herself being set onto cquered wooden pnks. She was in a kneeling position, which forced her to recognize that her clothing, too, had been changed. It was much more constrictive about her knees, difficult to bend in, which was categorically not an outfit she preferred. She began to feel at her upper body, but was startled when a strong pair of hands yanked her wrists back down, pcing them in her p instead.

  "Keep those there."

  Her colr hummed, and as she obeyed, tendrils of pleasure trickled through it. She knew by now that the physical effects, the pleasure at least, were unique to being Master's sve, and she couldn't be more grateful for it. Perhaps being puppeteered by word alone would have grown tiring, if not for the heat the sensation brought her each time.

  No, likely not, she quickly decided. Master's commands are never boring enough to grow tiresome.

  There was some more shuffling for a time, as well as some communication between Sara and Hurlish, all of which she listened to patiently. She was trying to figure out where she was, what she was on, and what they were doing. All she could be certain of was that her previous self, some weeks distant, had thought it an appropriate reward for besting Master in the training bouts.

  What did it say about her self control that the thought made her shiver? Master had limits Evie knew well, but if she was following out Evie's own orders? There wasn't much off the table.

  Evie startled once more as she felt the ptform she knelt on begin being pushed forward, wooden wheels creaking beneath her. She could not remove her hands from her p, but she could twist in pce, feeling out the clothes she wore, listening to the sounds of her surroundings.

  "She's looking rather antsy, isn't she?" Vesta asked. The voice was closer than Evie anticipated, a foot away, and it made her jump once more. Vesta chuckled. "Very antsy."

  "Wouldn't you be?" Sara asked. "Especially wearing that."

  "She doesn't know what she's wearing, dear."

  "She's probably figured it out by now."

  Now that comment was irritating, because Evie hadn't. She began shifting more, rolling her shoulders to feel out the limits of her outfit. It was only when she spread her legs, trying to test the constraints upon her thighs, that realization struck her.

  It felt cool. Not freezing, not in Tulian, but still, there was a distinct brush of colder air that brushed against the pooling heat between her thights. She reflexively smmed her thighs shut.

  Hurlish chuckled. "Now she's figured it out."

  "One part, at least," Vesta hummed. Evie felt the former noblewoman ruffle a hand through her hair as if she were a dog. "Other things will take longer to come to light."

  Evie stewed in silence, still trying to figure out where she was. After several minutes of the only sound being the steady cck of wooden wheels over cobblestones, she gave up.

  "I assume the fifth set of footsteps I hear is Oddry, then?"

  "Very astute," the maid's voice replied. She was a fairly trim woman, but her voice was rich and deep, for a human's. "I can see why the Lady likes you."

  "Oh, come now, Oddry, I'm not a Lady anymore. No one in our fair nation is."

  "Really? Then that was an awfully odd looking cock I had my tongue inside st night."

  "Oddry!" Vesta scolded, the reprimand followed by the sound of a folded fan swatting cloth.

  "Hey, I'm a dy and I've got a cock," Sara pointed out. "Maybe not a Lady dy, but my own bits aren't the first girl dick I've felt up."

  "Truly?" Oddry sounded intrigued. "I've only ever handled women equipped simirly to myself. It would be a novelty to peruse wider waters."

  "Py your cards right tonight and there's a good chance you might."

  Hurlish grunted. "'Py your cards right', huh? Nah. Ain't much skill in getting that hand, I'll tell you. Y'just need one card called 'spread legs' and another called 'puppydog eyes'."

  "I'm not that easy, Hurlish."

  "Not at the start of the night, no."

  Evie was about to ask another question, but was interrupted by the cart coming to a halt. Sara and Hurlish began coordinating their effort once more, then Evie felt herself tilt, the two burly women carrying whatever ptform she was on up a set of stairs.

  "And what about you, pything?" Oddry suddenly asked. It took Evie a moment to recognize she was being addressed. "Any compunctions about other varieties joining your bed, beyond your Master?"

  Evie sniffed haughtily. "I am certainly not as promiscuous as Hurlish implied Master to be, no. I was once among the most sought-after women in Sporatos, and I remained unwed for years."

  The cart stopped suddenly. Evie felt a distant sense of disapproval emanate through the bond. Master spoke.

  "Now, now, Evie. Let's be more honest here. Tell me truthfully who you would take to bed."

  Evie's voice replied, in far less refined of a tone than she'd spoken before. "Anyone and everyone that might please you to do so, Master." If that wasn't mortifying enough, her voice continued on. "Hurlish as well. So long as either of you are enjoying the sight, I would take anyone to my bed."

  The moment the colr allowed her to, Evie's jaw clicked shut. Hurlish began to ugh, and Evie felt a heat rising through her face.

  "Really! I expected the first part, but me, too? I'll have to keep that in mind, Kitty." A thick hand smacked her ass. "Good girl."

  Evie did not dignify that with a verbal response, but with her hands restrained, she could not hide the way her tail leapt up to curl around Hurlish's wrist, trying to draw her hand back down. The effort made Hurlish ugh louder, which was irritating, and even more infuriatingly, the orc did not even oblige her tail's request. She just picked up the cart again and moved on.

  By the time she heard a door creak open, Evie had entirely given up on determining her location. All she could know was that they were still within the city of Tulian itself, as the cart was rolling across cobblestones, not dirt. More precision than that was impossible, distracted as she was by the intermixed footsteps and other, less external factors. She waited for the door to be held open and her cart to be rolled forward, utterly at the mercy of the women escorting her.

  She straightened. "Master," she whispered, feeling the wind roll over her. "We're not outside, are we?"

  "So what if we are?"

  "So? So? I am bound and blindfolded, carried on a plinth like some sacrificial maiden, and you ask me 'so?' I will do any and all for you, but commanding respect will be considerably more difficult if I am seen in this state."

  "Well, if you're that worried, I've got good news and bad news." There was a round of chuckles from the other women. "Good news? Street's empty. Bad news? We're heading for somewhere with way, way more people."

  Hidden by the blindfold, Evie's eyes bulged. She opened her mouth to protest, then realized it was futile. She'd personally requested this, whatever it was. How could she rightly object? But still. To be brought like this before a crowd? What was Master thinking? Or, if she was to be technical, what had she been thinking? She offered no further interruption to the other women's conversation, the thought of being humiliated before a crowd occupying her thoughts for the rest of the trip.

  In a negative way. She was thinking of it poorly, of course. The ramifications and whatnot, politically speaking. Her mind was not led astray in the slightest by thoughts of how an audience's roving eyes would feel on her skin, nor her ears being caressed by scornful whispers as the audience rightly derided Evie for her shameless dispy. How awful it would be to have her legs forced open before dozens of strangers, the exposed slit of her pants revealing her slick dripping onto the cquered wood beneath her.

  A truly abhorrent fate.

  Evie's train of thought only properly reasserted itself when she began to hear echoes once more, their small group having returned inside.

  "I'm going to go ahead real quick. Y'all wait here, I'll be right back." Evie listened to Master's footsteps retreat. When she was certain Master was out of range, she spoke.

  "I don't suppose any of you will take the opportunity to expin more of my predicament here?"

  Vesta clicked her tongue. "Now, now, dear. I have it on good authority that this will be best experienced as a surprise. Your own authority, as a matter of fact."

  The damn colr. As much as she loved it, its influence could be frustrating at times like this. How was she supposed to keep the upper hand when Master could force from her the most private of her desires?

  She couldn't, of course. She had long since accepted that Master, whenever she so chose, could take from Evie's mind and body whatever she wished. There was nothing Evie could do about it. There was also nothing Evie would have wanted to do about it. She was Master's sve, after all. Absolute supplication was not just her duty, it was her privilege to experience.

  Master's footsteps returned. "Alright, it's all ready." Master paused, and Evie felt a spark of desire transmit itself through the bond. "Probably shouldn't take our time, huh? Look at her."

  Evie didn't think she looked that bad.

  "Her thighs started to quiver like that shortly after you left," Oddry expined. "I think it's rather cute, but you may be right. Best to hurry along."

  Perhaps Evie was not the best judge of her countenance at the moment.

  The cart Evie was on began to move once more, making a different rattle as it went. The others were oddly silent as they walked, and the anticipation began to wear at Evie's nerves. She tried once more to pull her hands from her p, but of course, it was impossible. All she could do was squirm in pce, or shove her hands deeper into her p, which she refused to do. If she could keep her legs closed she might hide the way her clothes exposed her, but she wouldn't be able to hide the sight of slick on her fingers.

  The cart's rattle shifted tune once more, but only for a few moments, and then it stopped. She nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt Master's hand on her shoulder drawing her close, and then she shivered as Master began whispering into her ear.

  "By the way, Evie. You can't move your arms or legs on your own. Wherever someone positions them, they'll stay. Be a good girl for me tonight, won't you? You'll know what to do."

  As always with the more powerful commands, Evie felt the rush roll through her in even greater measures. Even knowing it would be fruitless, she immediately tried to move her arms, her legs, and was unsurprised to find them entirely immobilized. She was helpless as Master's lips brushed against her ear. Evie could feel the smile on them.

  "Now for the main event."

  Master retreated, her presence repced by Hurlish's rge hands lifting her up. Evie remained in her kneeling position even in midair, until she was being set down somewhere else. The feel of cool metal soaked through the cloth to her knees, and she heard the cart she'd been brought in on being taken away. She tried to follow it with her ears, but was startled instead by the sound of silverware being tapped against gss.

  "Hello, everyone!" Master called out. "My apologies for the short notice on the invitation to this event. That obviously wasn't what I would have preferred, but sometimes things get away from me. I'm sure you're familiar with those sorts of struggles yourself. I'm relieved to see so many of you here tonight, considering my scheduling blunders, and hope that the entertainment will be worth any inconvenience I've provided you. I'm also gd that you seem to have begun mingling on your own, and that the particur nature of this occasion is well understood." Evie heard chuckles echo across a wide room, and recognized very few of the voices. "Now, as you can see behind me, the main course has arrived, and the evening can begin in earnest. All I ask is that, aside from my own addition to the evening, you pay careful attention to the wristbands of your fellow partygoers. It wouldn't do to accidentally cause offense." Master's voice grew a touch smug. "And if you wish to sample myself or my gift, please be polite and form a queue. I assure you, those ahead of you won't be sting long."

  Without any warning, the knot tying Evie's blindfold was cut. It fell away, finally revealing to Evie her surroundings.

  It was... shocking. Evie was at the back wall of a noble ballroom, kneeling upon a bronze ptform two and a half feet off the ground. The ballroom was far from exquisite, the wealthiest of its accommodations long since pilfered or repurposed by the Tulian government, but the fine marble fgstone and elegant architecture remained. White tablecloths were spread across a half dozen tables that sat on the edges of a rge dance floor, itself made of tiles smooth enough to glide over. The ceiling cked its old finery, gold figree and eborate crystal chandeliers repced by far more utilitarian wallpaper and simple gemlights, but Evie didn't particurly care. The physical differences between it and the ballrooms of her youth paled in comparison to the changes in the partygoers, who immediately occupied all of Evie's attention.

  Dozens of men and women ambled about the room, dressed in their most elegant attire. Evie spotted jeweled earrings on the women, golden sashes on the men, and decorative canes carried by the older patrons, all the things she would have expected of a simir event in Sporatos. Where they differed, naturally was in who they were trying to impress, and how they went about that.

  One such woman chose just that moment to pass in front of Evie. She was wearing a dress in the style Master had popurized, forgoing the bulky pettiskirt and hoops in favor of a more form-fitting material that hung off the hips, highlighting the curves of her body through the cloth. Where Master's dresses occasionally featured a sideslit, this woman's dress featured a front slit, showing to any who cared to look that she wore no undergarments whatsoever. She was unshaven, Evie dimly noted, even as fought and lost against her impulse to stare, incredulously tracking the women as she walked past without the slightest of concerns. Evie finally ripped her attention away just to nd on the sight of a man no more than a dozen feet away, wearing the fine silk trousers that were popur with those of means in the Tulian heat, but without any shirt at all. She couldn't bme him for the choice, considering the impressively toned physique he put on dispy, but she did find it absurd that he'd kept his neck ruffle.

  Clearly, the woman he was speaking to didn't find it as silly as Evie, because he made a joke that made her first ugh, then slip to her knees, tugging at his waistband. The man looked mildly surprised, perhaps expecting at least a forewarning of her intentions, but happily slipped his pants down. The woman began eagerly stroking his half-hard cock, taking it to full mast in moments, and took him into her mouth. He sighed in contentment, resting a hand on her head.

  Evie swallowed, looking down at herself. Her outfit was dyed a deep bck, and though it was of a style she doubted this world had ever seen, she recognized it an instant. Master had shown it to her, in illusory recreations of her old world. A man's suit, pulled tight about her breast and waist, with sharp angles that fttered the muscles her swordsmanship had earned her.

  "I'm surprised they ain't linin' up yet," a deep voice said behind her. Hurlish. The orc rounded Evie, sporting a bck strapless dress that sparkled in the light, and put a hand on Evie's thigh. "Let's help 'em get the right idea, hm?" Hurlish spread Evie's legs, exposing the cut in her suit to the partygoers.

  "H-Hurlish!" Evie protested. It was exactly as she'd feared, and the first of the party goers had already begun to notice. By Master's order, Evie was helpless to resolve her exposure.

  "What? Like you're not enjoying it?" Hurlish ran a finger along Evie's slit, collecting the shining fluid on a finger. Evie barely bit back her moan. Locking eyes with her, the orc looked at her finger, moving it to her mouth. Then she paused. "Actually, better idea." She put the finger to Evie's lips. "You know what to do."

  In front of so many? Hurlish may know Evie better than nearly anyone else, but clearly she didn't understand her well enough. Evie pursed her lips, turning her head away. She was allowed that much movement, at least.

  "Oh?" Hurlish took a fistful of Evie's braided hair, wrenching her head back around. "I thought your Master gave you an order. You're supposed to be a good kitty tonight, aren't you?"

  Evie tried to pull away from Hurlish's grip, but she might as well have been fighting iron. The orc was bent low in front of her now, the low cut of her dress exposing not just her prodigious muscuture, but her cleavage, which was equally massive. In fact, bent as she was, the dress was falling loose, affording Evie a view of the tops of her breasts. Breasts that would likely be swelling in the coming months, ready for Master's child. That child would be Evie's, too, in the odd but profoundly satisfying manner that their retionship had developed. Even Hurlish's body was readying itself to help Master, and here Evie was, jaw cmped shut like a child that refused to take a bitter drink.

  And Master had told her to be a good girl, hadn't she?

  Evie parted her mouth ever so slightly. Hurlish's finger slipped between her lips, salty with the taste of Evie's own slick. It was a fvor she'd grown shockingly familiar with over the st few months, if usually from the lips of another. Her eyes fluttered closed as Hurlish pushed deeper into her mouth, trusting Evie's tongue to lick along its length, clearing it of every trace of her own arousal. Only then did Hurlish slowly withdraw it, Evie's tongue chasing after as it left.

  Evie's eyes opened slowly, revealing the sight of the grinning woman stepping away. The grace the dress lent the orc smith was slightly mollified by the way she thoughtlessly wiped Evie's spittle off on her outer thigh, but if the other activities spurring to life throughout the ballroom were any indication, it would be far from the st stained article of clothing the night saw.

  Nor the st person Evie tasted, she suddenly realized. Hurlish's pce was quickly taken by a woman in her mid-thirties wearing a dress not dissimir in make from Hurlish's, but ste gray, with a one-shoulder cape. The woman looked first at Evie's face, then her eyes flicked down to her colr, then to the subtle swell of her chest beneath the suit, then finally nded on the exposed skin between her thighs.

  "My, you are a pretty thing, aren't you? The Governess wasn't lying."

  Despite the absurdity of the circumstances, Evie's years of tutoring kicked in.

  "Thank you, ma'am, and I'm pleased to hear that Master thinks so- Ah!"

  Evie choked off as the woman cupped her sex, utterly disinterested in what she was saying. She looked Evie in the eye for one brief moment, face firm.

  "Toys don't talk."

  Evie tried to regain her wits, unsure of what she even would say in response, but the effort failed before it even began, because the woman shifted her attention higher. With almost clinical interest her hand moved upward, thumb brushing at Evie's clit, which was already throbbing from the events that had transpired. Evie shuddered at the rough attention it received, quick little circles, and she was dimly aware that the woman was watching her reactions. At every shiver from Evie, the woman sped up, testing and teasing at the same time.

  "Yes, pretty indeed. And well behaved. Darling, why don't you give it a try?"

  "That's really not necessary, honey," a man said, stepping into Evie's much-degraded line of sight, "I quite believed the Governess's cims."

  "Yes, yes, you're very much a patriot, I'm sure she'll be delighted to hear of your faith in her and all that. But do look at this precious little thing. See how easily she reacts?"

  "I can hardly imagine her behaving otherwise, my sweet. If I handled you as roughly as you are her, you'd have spped me from the very first touch."

  The woman's thumb lifted from Evie's clit, a mercy and torture in one. She instead slowly stroked up and down Evie's slit, almost idly, like she was just finding something to do with her hands while she spoke.

  "She's a fighter, dear, made of sterner stuff than I am. And just because you believed the Governess when she said her sve had a body befitting the gods doesn't mean you know what it feels like. I insist, darling, I do. You'll be plenty ready to go after a short while, so don't pretend like you're withholding for my sake."

  "Oh, since you insisted," the man said, stepping forward. Evie was freed from the woman's teasing attention just long enough to watch the man begin unbuttoning his pants, grabbing her leg to drag her to the edge of the ptform.

  Across the room, Evie caught sight of Master. She was engaged in a conversation with some of the other party-goers, smiling at some comment or another, but her eyes were locked onto Evie. Through the colr, Evie felt her Master's simmering desire. Suppressed, for now, but bubbling beneath the surface. She cimed that Evie had set this pn into motion, but the arousal she felt emanating from the woman told her that Master was anything but reluctant. Even as Evie was dragged and maneuvered about like so much trash, Master was pulsing with perverse pride. That so many found Evie's feline body desirable, exotically enticing, but that it was hers alone to use, it delighted Master, and by extension, it delighted Evie. As the man finished pulling his cock through his trousers, the st of Evie's propriety fell to dust.

  "Are you going to stand there staring, or are you going to get some use out of the evening?" Evie asked the man. She could not move her legs, but she could control her hips, which she used to roll upward at him.

  "I already told you that toys don't talk," the woman said. "Much less taunt those using them. The Governess didn't mention that you have quite the mouth on you."

  "You're right," Evie purred, craning her head back to look at the woman. She had circled around behind Evie, to watch her husband use her, and Evie smirked up at her. "If only there were a way to put that mouth of mine to use."

  "Brat," the woman snipped, as if it were some great condemnation. Evie couldn't care less, because she got what she wanted. The woman hiked up her dress and stepped forward, pulling her undergarments down as she settled her crotch over Evie's face. "Get to work then, if you really think you're worth so much."

  The scent of the woman's arousal wafted over Evie just as she felt the head of a cock press against her entrance. She could not reach up to bring the woman down onto her, so she stretched her neck out, pressing her mouth to the pussy above her, while in the same moment she rolled her hips, sliding the man's shaft between her lower lips. The woman sighed, the man's breath caught, and Evie's colr practically throbbed with Master's approval. It was a thick, sludgy pleasure that coursed through her veins, more intoxicating than any drug. Master, who so resolutely thought of her as an equal, was sinking into the possessive mire that Evie spent her entire life in, and there was no greater delight than that knowledge. For now, at least, she was Master's sve, used and borrowed by whoever her owner so desired.

  The thought had her groaning into the musk of arousal that surrounded her, her hum vibrating in a way that got a considerable reaction from the woman above her. Evie's tongue ran slow strokes along her pussy, taking in the taste of her, months of practice with Master lending her a precision that had the woman gasping in seconds. Between Evie's legs, she still felt the man hesitating, as if unsure, and she bucked her hips against his pelvis in irritation.

  "D-dear," the woman said between lip-biting moans, "I think our toy is getting impatient. Best to- ah! -strike while the iron is hot, yes?"

  "I-I'm not sure I'll st more than a second," her husband gasped back, knees quivering. "She is... gods, she is something."

  Evie bucked harder, irritated. What did he care of how long he would st? Was he concerned for her pleasure? She was a pything, not a person. Her purpose was to sate the desire of Master's guests, nothing more. Unsure of how to get the point across with her mouth full of pussy, she did the only thing she could, slowing the pace of her licking. The woman groaned.

  "Darling, she's stopping, and I was ever so close. If you don't get your cock in her right now, I'll not touch it for a week."

  "Fine, fine," he said. Evie felt the head of his cock press against her entrance once more. "I just hope I'll have enough of my mind left to pull out."

  If Evie could've moved her legs, she would have wrapped her legs around his waist to protest the notion. Unfortunately, she remained at the mercy of others, and couldn't force upon him what would be best. She resumed the earlier pace of her tongue's ministrations to the woman, rewarding her for the intervention, and readied herself to take the stranger inside her.

  Evie felt herself clench down on him as he slowly slipped inside her, a low groan rolling out from his throat. His cock did not compare to Master's, of course, but she knew very few would. After so long spent with Master, whose body altered itself to Evie's every whim, she had slowly developed a taste for the... anatomically improbable, it could be said. What had begun with rge, six or seven inches of Master's cock, had steadily grown, the hardiness afforded by her levels allowing Evie to take eight, nine, even ten inches, every part of her filled to the very edge of pain by Master's cock. That the man was only average should've been a mild disappointment, not nearly as pleasurable as Master's size, but to Evie's surprise, she found her stomach rolling in desire. An hour spent blindfolded, stewing in her growing arousal, followed by the sheer impropriety of being fucked before so many, left her more on edge than she'd been in her entire life. She whimpered into the pussy above her, clenching down involuntarily, and was utterly shocked to find the twitching signs of her peak approaching at a frightening pace.

  "By the fucking gods," the man groaned, pressing all the way until his pelvis pressed against Evie's cunt. "How can anything be so tight?"

  Even though her eyes were closed, Evie felt Master's attention searing her skin. A woman mounted on her face, a man buried to the hilt in her cunt, and all for her. All for Master. It was her duty to please.

  As if the mere sight of her husband hilted in Evie was enough to rob her of her strength, Evie felt the weight of the woman press down on her face. No longer having to strain her neck, Evie shoved her tongue into the velvet heat above her, noting each and every reaction her searching earned. The man began to buck his hips against her, sharp, short thrusts, as if he couldn't bare the thought of being out of her for even a second, but was too desperate for friction to remain still. Evie felt herself bouncing on the bronze plinth, so frantically was he fucking her, and it was only the weight of his wife that pinned her in pce. She had the wherewithal to keep tasting the pussy above her, but her technique was growing increasingly sloppy, the shakes and shivers turning into outright grinding, the woman using Evie's face for pleasure, while Evie herself was losing focus, chasing the building heat between her legs.

  Suddenly, without warning, Evie felt the man snap his hips forward one final time. Profanity of all kinds fell from his lips as Evie felt the base of his cock pulse within her, and then, almost too te, he tore himself away. Evie felt herself get dragged forward, hips dangling above open air, and then felt hot liquid spshing across her hips, her stomach, and her chest. It soaked into the cloth of her suit, undoubtedly staining it white, but Evie couldn't spare a thought for it. The man's wife was whining in high-pitched hiccups, crying her husband's name. Evie pulled her tongue from the depths of the woman's pussy and pressed her lips to her clit, tongue shoving hard, and was rewarded by a final hiccuping cry. The woman convulsed atop Evie, pressing her hands to Evie's chest for bance, and Evie felt yet another echo of Master's approval roar through her.

  When she finished convulsing, the woman slumped, all of her weight briefly shoved against Evie's face. Evie kept licking, and it was the post-orgasm sensitivity that finally forced the woman off of her. Evie opened her eyes to see the now far more disheveled woman staring back down at her, breathing hard.

  "Well. An impressive performance, toy." She ran quivering hands through her hair. "Let's see how long you can keep it up, hm? As your owner predicted, there is a line forming. Best to get out of the way."

  Evie lifted her head, looking down at herself. Sure enough, thick ropes of cum had stained her suit, clustered just above her exposed crotch. The man that had put them there was still breathing hard, supporting himself with one hand on her leg while he buttoned his pants back up. That done, he moved aside, revealing the collection of people crowding in a loosely organized fashion behind him. Ten at least, at first gnce. Women and men, orcs and humans, even one brown-furred catfolk. Evie recognized none of them, but they clearly recognized her. The next in line was a woman, short by orcish standards, which put her at six and a half feet.

  "Those clothes expensive?" The orc asked.

  Evie looked down at the cum-stained suit and shrugged. "It may have been. Not anymore."

  "Good."

  The orc palmed the center of Evie's chest and gripped hard, ripping away the patch of material that had covered her breasts. It took enough force that Evie was physically lifted off the bronze ptform, bouncing back down hard enough that it would have seriously bruised anyone with a lesser constitution. Instead of pain, the rough handling only caused her to gasp, a reaction that intensified when the orc bent over, taking her nipple into her mouth without warning.

  Evie arched into the touch, wishing that she could wrap her hands around the orc's head. Instead she y passively still, with no choice but to accept what came to her. The orc's tongue slid across her nipple, not interested in pleasing her, just in discovering the taste of Evie's body, and for some reason, the ck of care drove her even madder than a lover's touch.

  Evie jumped when she felt a sudden pressure between her thighs, whoever was next in line deciding that the gap between her legs was open for the taking. A thin finger began sliding through her slit, testing her reactions, and she whimpered obligingly, letting her body's moans guide them to where she wanted their hand the most. She didn't know who it was between her legs, nor on her chest, but that had stopped mattering long ago. All that mattered was the touch of others, the heady rush of Master's silent approval, and the desires of those using her body.

  The finger teasing her slit slipped into her soaked heat, curling deeply, and Evie keened her relief. Her sense of time began to slip as the orc moved from her breasts to her neck, sucking a line of hickies, while a second finger entered her from below. She felt her arms and her legs being shoved around, her body spun on the plinth to face wherever those using her desired, and she had no choice– and no desire– to resist.

  She reached her first crying peak to the fingers between her legs, aided by the orc's return to her breasts, nibbling her left breast while pinching and kneading the nipple of her right. She cmped down hard on the stranger's fingers, doing everything she could to shove them deeper inside her, but either the unknown person was clueless to what she wished, or enjoyed watching her chase after their hand, because they slipped free the moment she began to come. Evie was left writhing in pce, searching for sensation she could not bring herself. No one stepped up to provide it, until eventually she was left panting on the cool metal, feeling the slick of her arousal pooling between her thighs.

  There was no gap from that first orgasm to when the next guest arrived. She was still shaking when another cock pressed itself against her, already hard as could be. She couldn't even bring herself to look down to see who it was before she was impaled once more, a mumbling groan spilling from her lips. Her eyes fluttered as the man– she assumed it was a man– pumped into her. She caught a glimpse of another figure walking around the plinth to where her head was, then felt the heat of another cock pressing against her lips. This one, she hazily noted, belonged to a woman, but it wasn't Master. She didn't care. She obediently opened her lips, allowing the woman entrance, and hummed in delight as the woman pressed into her throat. Evie was on her back, head dropped off the edge of the ptform, and she felt the cock bulging in her throat. She hummed in delight, encouraging the woman to begin moving.

  Heralded by a deep groan from below, she felt the cock buried in her cunt spasm, this person apparently choosing not to pull out. Hot cum filled her in bursts, another delight, amplified by the way her satisfied writhing finally encouraged the woman in her throat to finally begin properly fucking it. Evie hummed in satisfaction, taking it all, and waited impatiently for the next person to begin attending her lower half.

  Time seemed to bleed away as the evening progressed. Evie found no respite, despite the retively small size of the congregation, only two dozen or so. As fast as her body could finish each person off, the air of sex that suffused the room had them ready to go by the time it would've been their turn again. Evie lost count of how many times each patron came to fuck her, lost count of the number of times she was filled by some stranger's cum. Some preferred to pull out instead, painting her body, and soon her hair, face, and clothing was utterly ruined. The double-fisted grips of those who fucked her face ruined the braids of her hair, sticky strands of it tangled and loose, while her pants in particur were progressively more ripped, her body forced into every conceivable position for the party-goers' pleasure. She was taken from behind, face shoved down, and she was taken from below, her body puppeteered so she straddled their waists, lifted and dropped to ride them as they pleased. The women in particur, Evie noticed, seemed to take great pleasure in her mouth, and Evie took note of that with no small amount of pride. Master had taught her well.

  And all the while, Master watched. She never came close, always entertaining whatever guests Evie wasn't "attending", but her eyes rarely left her sve. She often spent her time with Vesta and Oddry, either in conversation or with her cock buried in their pussies, but she mingled beyond the familiar. Evie even watched as Master sated herself with some of the guests, some brave few men and women working up the courage to proposition her. Those moments were when Evie reached her peak the easiest, the dual sensations of Master's cock shoved into women and men alike combining with the attentions of those ravaging Evie's body. Master took her partners most often by ying them across the tables, scattering the food that had been put out, and she did it with the most infuriating smile on her face, as if being buried to the hilt or having a cock shoved into her was as easy to focus through as a shoulder massage. Master's partners, of course, had no such ability to distract themselves, and were often left nigh unconscious where they y, melted into a pile of loose muscle by the aftershocks of their orgasm.

  Eventually, when even Evie's energy began to fg, the constant flow of people fucking her began to ebb. There were limits to mortal stamina, and despite the presence of Amarat's Champion, not everyone could keep up the pace. Evie found herself being left alone for increasingly long breaks, many guests finally taking to the food that had been id out. As always with Master, the meals were nothing expensive, but it did look well made. Evie got her only taste of it on the lips of others, but at the very least she thought the gravy was good. It was hard to tell through the taste of cum, though.

  Finally, Evie had no idea how much ter, Master walked to the center of the room and tapped silverware against her drinking gss. Those still awake in the room turned to her, some even bothering to try and correct their ruined attire. It was pointless, naturally, but even in such strange circumstances the impulse persisted.

  "It looks like things are beginning to slow down, so I thought it would be a good time to move to the grand finale." A murmur of interest. After this night of debauchery, what would a finale include? Master waved to Evie, who was ying spyed out on the fluid-soaked ptform. "As far as I'm aware, everyone interested in women has had their way with my gift tonight. If you haven't and wish to, speak up now, before we move on." Silence. All had thoroughly acquainted themselves with her body by then. "Perfect. Now, let's see how the main course enjoyed her time."

  Master looked Evie in the eye. "Answer all these questions honestly and completely."

  Evie's colr hummed. She barely had the energy left to shiver, but enjoyed the sensation nonetheless. Master smiled, seeming for all the world like an auctioneer presenting the final bidding piece of the evening.

  "How many times did you come tonight?"

  "Six," Evie immediately replied. "I got close many other times, but most didn't st long enough to finish me off."

  A mixture of amused and mildly embarrassed chuckles.

  "Now, now, nothing to be ashamed of there, everyone. She's very good at what she does." Master sauntered closer, still speaking in a presenter's voice. "Now, what was the most you ever came in one session with me?"

  Somehow, Evie had shame left enough to flush as the answer was forced from her. "At least thirteen, Master, after which I lost count. They began to blend together, and my memory grew hazy."

  "And did you think anyone here would be capable of achieving the same, based off their performance tonight?"

  "No. None know my body as you do."

  Master turned back to the crowd, who were slowly gathering. "See? Isn't that a shame? I know you all enjoyed her, but it's important to give back to the community, no? With that in mind, I'd like you all to pay careful attention."

  With that ominous pronouncement, Master put her back to the crowd, staring down at Evie. As utterly demolished as the feline was, Master still looked at her with a lust that bordered on reverence. She licked her lips at the sight of Evie's torn suit, at her cum-coated breasts, her ruined pants, and her soaked thighs, which had been left exposed to the world. Even with her pussy still aching from loving abuse, Evie felt a spark of desire fre to life under Master's leering eye.

  Master stepped closer, pinching the corner of the very same purple dress that she had worn to impress the King so many months ago. She took a hand to its single strap and lifted, pulling the garment over her head in one smooth motion. She wore nothing beneath, her body fully bared for the first time that night. The garment fell to the floor, forgotten, as Master advanced on Evie.

  For all Evie loved Master's body, every soft inch of it, in that foggy moment her attention was drawn to one pce alone. Master's cock stood at attention, still glistening from the st woman she had bent over a table, but far from satisfied. Evie watched it jump with Master's pulse, standing at attention, and felt her mouth begin to water as it grew even further, adapting itself to Evie's once-suppressed desires. It was a beautiful thing, thick and long enough to stretch her past her limits, to shred her self control beneath the assault on her body's senses. She knew it well, and for the first time that evening, Evie fought against the colr's bindings, trying to drag herself closer to Master's cock. A small whine left her as she failed to move.

  Master stopped just between Evie's spread legs, staring down at her. Evie stared back up, chest heaving. The audience watched, enraptured, as Master's cock pulsed with desire.

  Then, to Evie's agonizing disappointment, Master turned around.

  "As you can see, she's well prepared. I don't think I've ever needed much forepy with her, as much of a slut as she is, but there's fun to be had in that, too. If you're the type that likes to watch her squirm, start like this."

  Master snagged Evie's ankle, violently dragging her to the edge of the ptform. Before Evie could even react, Master's hand was on her colr, pulling her up.

  "As you can see, the colr is quite helpful. It's magically bound to her entire body, not just the skin of her throat, so you can lift her any way you want without worrying about hurting her. Hurlish, if you'd like to demonstrate?"

  Evie had been so distracted by Master's dispy that she hadn't noticed the orc walking up behind her. A massive hand wrapped around her colr, dragging her limply into the air. With her arms and legs dangling loosely at her side, she was presented to the crowd, Hurlish lifting her like a banner. The audience stared at her in delight, soaking in the ruined state they had collectively left her body. True to Master's word, being held by the colr caused her no discomfort. Master began circling her, adopting a tutor's cadence.

  "She likes it rough, dies and gentlemen, and don't worry, she likes it rougher than any of you can give it to her. Hurlish?"

  The orc dropped Evie without ceremony, letting her colpse onto the floor. Hurlish reached down and bodily handled her limbs, twisting her into a kneeling position before Master.

  "Once you've tossed her around a bit, she'll start getting desperate. Not enough to beg, not yet, but we can fix that." Evie's eyes widened as Master pced a palm on her head, directly between her feline ears. "She acts like she doesn't want people to know, but I know her well enough to see through the lie. The fae made her kind for the enjoyment of mortal nobility, imbuing her ancestors with all the desirable traits of a cat, and if you've ever pet one, you know that they like their ears scratched."

  Evie almost wanted to protest, to say that she really would rather not have so many strangers know the stranger aspects of her anatomy. She was stopped by the thought of all that she had just gone through, the wondrous mind-shattering pleasure of it, and what it would be like if those using her body knew it as well as Master did. She silenced herself, allowing Master's hand to reach for her ears unopposed.

  "I find it best to start by brushing the tips, just a little bit at a time, while working my way down. As you can see by the way they're flicking back and forth, they're very sensitive, so it's best to start slow if you don't want to get cwed."

  Just as Master said, Evie's ears were reflexively twitching away from her touch. Unlike her tail, Evie had some modicum of control over her ears, but it was very little, only when she was tracking a sound. Her subconscious couldn't seem to decide whether the ticklish sensation was enticing or irritating, and so she was left shivering in pce, trying to control her breathing before the enraptured audience.

  "Once you're near the base, you'll want to start scratching, just like you would a cat. She may be one of the smartest people I know, but once you get her going, that intelligence seems to melt away. See?"

  Evie's eyes were lidded as Master's fingernails scratched at her ears, just at the point where they met the scalp. Her breath was heavy now, but she was still resisting the urge to moan.

  "Once you've had your fun teasing her like that, it's time to get serious. It won't take long, so watch carefully."

  Evie tried to brace herself. She really did. But it was pointless. Master's fingers curled up, her knuckles digging into the base of her ears, and she lost control. A cat's pathetic mewling fell out of her throat as the pressure sent waves through her, her neck involuntarily shoving her head up into Master's fingers. Her eyes fell closed, but she heard the quickening of breath in the crowd, the quiet whispers. Evie's dispy was provoking exactly the reaction Master had wanted.

  "Believe it or not, I've actually seen her come from her ears alone. Isn't that right, Evie?"

  "Y-y-yes, Master," Evie replied, even the colr's dominance not able to keep the stutter from her voice. "It feels... gods, it feels so good. I love it, Master, I love you. P-please keep going."

  "Hm. No."

  Evie cried out in shock as Master's knuckles removed themselves. Her neck craned after Master's hands, but it was of course fruitless. From the audience, Vesta spoke up.

  "Come now, Sara, that was just mean. Give the poor thing what she wants."

  "What she wants?" Master asked. "I know what she wants. She wants to be used. She wants to be put on dispy. She wants to do whatever pleases me, no matter what it is."

  "I can w-want two things at once, Master," Evie breathed.

  "I know. But I want to keep you on the very edge. And which do you want more? To come, or to obey me?"

  "Obey you," Evie immediately gasped, the order of truth pced on her not even necessary to force the confession. "Always, always, I wish to obey you. I want nothing more."

  "See?" Master stepped around to Evie's side, her cock level with her eyes. Evie watched it hungrily. "Now, normally I'd let her suck me off, because she loves it even more than I do. Thanks to Amarat's influence on our bond, she actually feels every sensation I do, at least when it comes to sex, so it's a perfectly mutual act. I come, she comes, and she gets to have her throat stuffed. Everyone wins."

  Despite herself, Evie's mouth fell open, tongue lolling excitedly. Master tsked.

  "But, since I'm teaching the rest of you how to please her, we'll have to skip that bit. Hurlish, if you don't mind?"

  Evie's fury at being denied Master's cock boiled away in an instant as Hurlish's hand wrapped around her throat from behind, throwing her forward. Evie hit the floor with a gasp, unable to catch herself, and the brutal uncaringness of it was enough to have another burst of arousal flooding her mind. She felt Hurlish's hands lift her stomach up, shoving her legs together so that her ass was raised into the air, then her arms were pulled forward, giving her something soft to rest her cheek on. The cut portion of her pants exposed her pussy to the audience, cool air a torturous mix with her boiling heat.

  "Now, as you can tell by how much wetter she just got, that still wasn't too rough for her. Like I said, none of you will be strong enough to actually hurt her, so in the future feel free to go wild. She'll love it." Evie jumped as a hand spped her ass, hard enough that she knew a red mark would be spreading beneath her pants. "That sp was just to prove the point. It was hard enough to split firewood, in case you were wondering. Now, as for how else she likes to be treated, I can see plenty of you figured it out for yourself."

  Evie felt Master's finger tug at one of the rips in her pants. "Unlike me, she's not the type that thinks keeping some clothes on during sex is hotter. She likes to bare it all, and she likes it to be torn off her."

  Master's hand yanked downward, the sound of ripping cloth filling the air. Evie groaned into her forearm, feeling the tug of cloth against her skin. Her pants went quickly, followed by her shirt, which Master ripped up the middle so that it fell in a pile beneath her. For the first time that evening, Evie was entirely naked, even if she'd spent most of it with anything of consequence uncovered. There were a series of appreciative whispers in the crowd, as well as some ironic catcalling whistles, which she might have found racially insensitive in a different context. As it was, the demeaning words she overheard were just fuel to her fire.

  Even Master seemed to take a moment to appreciate Evie's body. She could only squirm beneath the attention, growing wetter by the second, which she hadn't thought possible. Finally, broken from her trance, Master spoke up.

  "Well. I was going to keep giving some lessons here, but, uh... I think she's rubbing off on me. I can probably multitask. Oddry, did you find a mirror like I asked?"

  "Yes, ma'am," the maid replied. Evie heard soft footsteps approach, the topless Oddry appearing for a moment in the limited view afforded Evie by her face-down predicament. Oddry handed a polished mirror to Hurlish, who set it down a couple feet in front of Evie. The orc was about to step away again, but then paused, gauging Evie's angle on the mirror. She knelt down and took Evie's wrists in her hand, adjusting her position so that Evie's head was resting more comfortably on her forearms, the mirror directly in her field of vision, so that Evie could see Master and the crowd behind her.

  As if that wasn't bad enough, before Hurlish retreated, she adjusted Evie's arms one st time for comfort, then pecked a quick kiss on Evie's cheek. It wasn't a lustful kiss, or possessive, but perfectly casual, the kind that a wife might give their partner before they left the home for work. Hurlish had very clearly done it by habit alone, as she did each morning before leaving for the forge. Somehow, the dispy of domestic complicity was more mortifying than anything thus far, and Evie was forced to watch the furious blush race up her face.

  Through the mirror Evie watched as Master stepped forward, palming her ass. She could see the crowd, two dozen people, leaning closer to watch, practically salivating with anticipation. Several had begun to stroke themselves, either through their clothes or with their hands down their pants, and several couples had begun to fondle one another. None looked away as Master took her cock in her hand, dropping it atop Evie's ass. It was ten inches long, thick, and precum was glistening at its tip. Just before it, Evie's tail was raised in a curled question mark, primal instinct doing its best to keep the limb from getting in the way.

  "Are you ready, Evie?"

  "Please, Master," she whispered. She couldn't take her eyes off the mirror no matter how she tried.

  "Speak louder. You've got an audience to entertain."

  "Please, Master!" Evie cried. "Please, I need it. I need it so much, Master."

  "Good girl," Master purred.

  Evie's eyes watered as the head of Master's cock pressed to her entrance. It was tight, so tight, and hot as well, the cool air of the ballroom burned away by Master's body. She shifted and groaned as Master slowly pushed forward, utterly infuriated by the fact that she didn't have enough leverage to just shove herself backward, taking Master in one smooth blow. It might've hurt, but Evie couldn't have cared less. She was achingly empty, incomplete, and the very thing that she needed to be whole was so infuriatingly close.

  "Faster, Master, please, faster."

  "I-I've got my limits, too," Master replied, surprising Evie with how husky her voice was. "I don't think you want it to end that quick."

  "I don't care, I don't care, I don't care!" Evie whined. The head of Master's cock was already in her, and Evie felt it not just between her legs, but in the phantom sensation the bond allowed her. Evie felt how tight her walls were around Master, felt her body twitching in impatience, and knew it was through a heroic effort of will that Master was holding back.

  "Master, please, please give it to me. I need it so bad, Master. I've been good, haven't I? I was so good for you, Master. You saw it. I deserve it, don't I? I earned it."

  Master groaned, hips bucking forward slightly. "Goddammit, Evie, I'm trying to... to do a thing here."

  "I don't fucking care!" Evie hissed, shoving her hips back as far as she could manage. "Fuck me already! Do it!"

  Like the final leak in an overstressed damn, Evie's profanity pushed Master over the edge. She let out a guttural growl and spped her hips forward, splitting Evie open.

  Evie's mouth opened in a soundless scream, light dancing behind her eyes. In the mirror she saw Master's expression contorting, lost in bliss, and she saw the audience behind her, choking on their arousal. Evie lost herself in the sensation of being filled, of Master's cock burying itself in fiery heat. Master's cock was massive enough that she should have bottomed out, but she didn't, Evie's body somehow contorting to accept all of her, like a blessing from the goddess herself. She bit her forearm, unable to take her eyes off the sight of Master's filling her from behind.

  With a wet noise, Master slowly pulled back, until she was nearly out of Evie entirely, then smmed forward. The smack of hips against her ass echoed through the room, nearly as loud as Evie's cry of delight. The audience was still watching, the knowledge of their presence driving Evie insane, but only the knowledge, not the sight, because she had eyes for Master alone in the mirror. Master began to thrust, slowly at first, but with increasing speed, her breasts bouncing every time she buried herself in Evie's pussy.

  Evie herself gave up on controlling her voice. Every impact of Master's hips had her crying out, every time she pulled away causing Evie to whimper her protests. It was a study of contrasts, the sight Evie saw in the mirror. She was on hands and knees, getting fucked like an animal, but rather than Master rutting into her in the wilds of a forest, they were in an elegant ballroom, a crowd of socialites touching themselves to the dispy. Hurlish had somehow pilfered Oddry from Vesta, shoving the maid's face into her crotch, while Vesta had brought over a chair for her to finger herself in. Others were simirly engaged, but as Master's pace increased, it became difficult to discern their actions through the bouncing of her head.

  Both in her own core, and in Master's, Evie felt it building. Master's cock stretched her so completely that the waves of pleasure wracking her body were overpping, too rapid to distinguish. She could feel her cunt squeezing down on Master, so tight it was like she was trying to trap it inside her, each dragging pump of her shaft cwing through every nook and cranny of her body. Evie whined, and moaned, and mewled, and she even was dimly aware of a purr rumbling out of her chest, her satisfaction too primal to stop the animalistic noises from breaking free.

  Suddenly, exerting a titanic effort of will, Master found her voice.

  "A-and... if you... gods, fucking so tight, Evie... if you have her like this, and you grab her tail..."

  Evie tensed, anticipation and trepidation surging. Master's cock had brought her so close, so close to perfection, but if she did that...

  "Just... fucking hell–" Master bent lower, spping her hips harder into Evie, "Just grab at the base, stroke it, press your knuckles into it, it's all you need."

  Through the bond, Evie felt how close Master was, how hard she was fighting off her peak, and knew it was all for this moment. Evie watched helplessly as Master's hand lifted from her ass, reaching for her curled tail, and seized the base.

  Evie screamed.

  Lightning crackled along her nerves, shattering her mind. She was already being fucked from behind, filled beyond belief, with the added phantom sensation of herself being buried in another woman's heat, but with her tail? There was nothing left. It was as much as Evie's body had to give. The same pleasure that came from her ears was magnified a hundred fold, as if Master had found another way to fill her with cock, as if Hurlish was sucking on Evie's clit at that very moment, as if Master was buried to the hips in her throat and coming endlessly, endlessly.

  Evie screamed louder, back arching. She shook hard enough that it looked like a seizure, eyes rolling, screaming Master's name. Tears filled her eyes, turning the world blurry. Her pussy cmped down impossibly hard on Master's cock, milking it for all it was worth, and when Master began to come, Evie's final thoughts fizzled out like a candle in a thunderstorm. All that was left was an animal, a sve, a thing that existed to receive Master's cum. It was a moment of divine enlightment, every nerve burning itself out with the joy of a purpose fulfilled.

  Then, the st of her energy spent, Evie dropped.

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  Evie woke in their room at the Peasant's Theatre. She was in the bed, tucked beneath the covers, wearing her sleeping clothes. Master was hugging her beneath the covers, her face snuggled into Evie's chest. Evie slowly blinked the grogginess out of her eyes, reason returning.

  "...Master?" Evie murmured.

  "Mmm?" Master mumbled. The hum of it against Evie's chest tickled.

  "What time is it? Don't I need to get ready to depart?"

  Master grumbled, pulling Evie close. "It's time to y in bed, that's what time it is."

  "I don't think that answers my question, I'm afraid."

  With a child's petunt groan, Master rolled to the side. She fumbled over the edge of the bed for a moment, until she found her sword, and flicked it open. She used the enchanted weapon to shove open the blinds, blinding light filtering into the room.

  "Shit," Master groaned.

  "I should probably get going, shouldn't I?"

  "Fiiiine," Master said, even as she returned her face to Evie's chest. "But five minutes more of titty time. Payment for opening the window. 'S only fair."

  "I think you were more than duly compensated st night, Master."

  "Hey, that was on you. You asked for it."

  "I suppose I did, didn't I?" Evie paused, recalling the night in dim fshes. "Master, were... those all real people? Or did you use the colr to disguise yourself and the others to my mind?"

  "Do you really wanna know? Will it be as hot a memory if I told you it was an illusion?"

  "I think a part of me would be disappointed to find that out, but it's for the best. I'm already assuming they were, considering the potential ramifications of allowing others access to my body like that."

  "Well, shit." Master gave a shrug. "Cause, uh, they weren't. All real. Some BDSM types– I told you what BDSM was, right?– that I gathered up from Amarat's church. Not hard to sniff 'em out, with Amarat's blessings."

  Evie stiffened. A fsh of entirely out of pce arousal warred with incredulousness at Master's ck of forethought.

  "Oh. Well... next time, I'd like you to let me vet them, beforehand."

  Master smiled into her chest. "Next time, huh?"

  "Next time." Evie pet a hand through Master's hair. "And if next time isn't within at least a month, I'll be very upset with you."

  Evie felt something stiffen beneath her.

  "Yes ma'am."