Adventure in Zhor
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You feel trepidation and fear as you are lead into the main room. It is
not yet evening and the few customers consist of stone masons, bakers,
cabinet makers and other skilled craftsman that have finished their day
and have enough coin for a beer and a brol before returning to their
homes and families for an evening meal. It is not the customers you
fear. It is your former employees and slaves.
As you step into the room a sudden silence falls over everyone there.
And Pohst has assembled everyone. Every underling, crony, thug, tough,
pimp, lackey, barman, cook, kitchen hand and scullery maid. Worse every
natural slave and serum girl in the pleasure house is assembled. You
feel their eyes on you and sense their keen interest. This interest
falls upon you bodily for in those many eyes you can see all manner of
emotions directed at you - pleasure, amusement, scorn, vindictiveness,
lust, worry, pity and regret. Under this onslaught you find yourself
confused and unsure. Being uncertain is nothing like you. You were the
master. You controlled their destiny. Now they control yours.
You stand self consciously, displayed like a trophy. Pohst reigns you in
on your short leash. You are acutely aware of your sex stained loincloth
that does little to conceal your voluptuous female form. The room an
everyone in it feel so much larger and you feel so insignificant - so
much less.
"This was Visp. Now she is nothing but a serum girl. Nothing. More. Any
who treat her otherwise will face the same fate as her. The same fate as
Glija and Ritho!" You swallow at the names. Glija and Ritho were your
two most trusted men, the two who you would most likely have turned too
to oust Pohst. He looks pointedly at the corner alcove as Khali pulls
back the curtain and steps out, lash in hand.
Within it is a wide hipped, short legged, busty negress. On her ample
buttocks and breast are the red marks of Khali's lash - not a proper
lashing but more an enticement. The black girl is slowly tonguing milky
skinned girls pussy, and both girl's eye Pohst with fear and desire.
There is a hesitancy to the black girls actions, although she is
obviously aroused, her freshly pierced nipples erect and her breath
coming in excited gasps. It is clear a part of her still clings
fearfully to her former self, trying to deny the slave needs that burn
in her. The slave within part made her eye Pohst, her new master, with a
smoldering desire. She sensuously licked her full pink lips, as though
imagining his cock sliding in and out of them.
A small scar on her cheek and the transformation warped tattoos of naked
woman and dragons on her breasts told you that the negress was Glija.
Formerly she had been a large, powerful white man, with a grizzled mane
of blonde hair and voracious appetites for food, drink and woman. As she
tongued the writhing girl you see that she has lost none of her appetite
for woman. You laugh nervously.
The pale lost in pleasure beneath her must be Ritho, a slender petite
creature with small breasts and almost boyish hips. But there is nothing
boyish about the way she is reacting to Glija's enthusiastic licking.
You feel fleeting sorrow for Ritho. The tall, lean, almost gangly
cutthroat from the north with a zest for violence and mischief is
nothing like this simpering little slut. The nub of her small sex stands
proud and her nipples are like little rocks. You feel yourself moisten
as you observe the tableau that Pohst has set out.
You can sympathise how they ended up like this. Then you marvel at
Pohst's audacity and wonder what he intends. Will he order you to join
them? Will you obey? More terrifying, could you resist?
You turn again, avidly watching the scene, feeling yourself moistening
as you are drawn into it. Your nipples point the fabric of your top,
unwittingly broadcasting your desire. Glija is so beautiful. You wonder
if having your nipples pierced would hurt. It looks so... perverted. And
her breasts are so much bigger than yours. If you were still a man you'd
brol them, but now you'd have to employ your tongue and hands. You could
join them on the floor. Ritho could tongue you. You could work on Glija.
Three hot, sweat slicked slaves...
Then Glija looks you in the eye, still licking. You cannot meet her gaze
for long. You turn to look at Pohst and he smiles. "You have something
to say slave?" he asks.
You bite your tongue, unsure what you would say if you spoke.
Would you beg him not to make you join? Doubtless he would order you
down there and you would submissively obey or Khali would coax you with
her whip. Then you would be just another emasculated serum girl rutting
in debauched abandon before this gathered throng. You shudder.
Would you beg him to let you join? And would he let you? Would he pat
you on the head like a lap dog and let you have your way? Or would he
deny your desires and make them stronger as a result? Regardless of the
outcome you would be falling pray to your serum girl urges.
You will not debase yourself before the crowd so you bite your tongue
and shake your head.
You vow to yourself that one day it will be Pohst down there, a common
slut getting brolled. The germ of this idea crystallises in your mind as
your goal becomes clear. You will see Pohst ruked if it is the last
thing you do.
You smile at the notion. Pohst the serum girl is on borrowed time. Every
injustice she inflicts on you will be revisited twofold. If you are to
be a slave then she will be your slave.
You got to the top of the cities underworld by being single minded and
making sacrifices. You'll get your revenge the same way. The goal is all
that matters. It's going to get you through this. You will endure being
a slave and even embrace your needs as a serum girl because sacrifices
need to be made. To do otherwise will prevent you from meeting your
goal. And the goal is all that matters.
Pohst senses the sudden fire in you and the hardening of your defenses.
"You think you can resist me?"
"I know I can't master, but that's not the point," you say.
Pohst shrugs and passes your leash to Khali, "arrange for Glija and
Ritho to be sold. We have too many serum girls here as it is," he says.
You ignore the implied threat that you too may be sold. "Take care of
this one. Have her out on the floor brolling and dexing by tonite. Keep
her on a short leash though. And don't go soft on her or I'll find a new
lash mistress and you'll be out there with her."
He wanders off. You turn and look Khali in the eye. You look up at her.
"It's a pity you know," she says, "I'm going to miss you. You were such
a virile man," she says wistfully.
"I still have much to offer," you say, trying to sort out how to play
this situation.
"You?" she asks almost dismissively, her face setting into a familiar
expression, the unyielding mask of a lash mistress. You had never
thought it might ever be directed at you and it is quite imposing.
She pushes forward at your loin cloth with the pommel of her lash. The
black bulbous end slips beneath the cloth and over your skin. She slides
it back and forth and the ridges on the grip make you gasp and stand up
on your tip toes. You want to resist. You should resist. But you know
you can't.
"You're little more than an amusement now. The man I knew is already
gone. Look at you. A wanton slut. You've already yielded to and brolled
your worst enemy. Visp never would have done that. He'd have died
first," she changes the angle of the pommel so it aligns with your sex.
With one thrust it could be inside you. It feels nice nestled there. But
you also feel afraid. You widen you stance and feel your juices coating
the black bulb. Instinctively you lower yourself a little and feel it
nudge past your nether lips. Khali smiles knowingly, smugly. "You've
brolled your enemy then watched without outrage or outcry as your two
most loyal followers were forced to perform degrading sexual acts before
you. I saw you. You wanted to join them."
"And if I did, what of it?" You ask as you lower yourself purposefully
onto her pommel. You keep your eyes on hers and smile with no small
pleasure as the end fills you up. You clamp fiercely onto the leather
handle with new muscles. She frowns then pulls it down struggling
against your grip, almost unbalancing. You wink and then relax. The
ridged end slips pleasurably out of you. Your warm juices flow down your
thighs and you stifle an erotic shudder.
Khali scowls and gives you a lash across your thighs. It's not hard but
it's enough to let you know who's boss. You already know so you take it.
"I've seen you work Khali, I know you. You can make me beg for sex, brol
a man... but I know your moves and I'm ready for them. I'm a slave. I'll
submit to you. I will enjoy having sex with women or men. That's what I
am now. I'm not going to resist it. I know I can't. And I'll not give
that bastard the pleasure of watching me try..." you whisper. "So lets get
on with it."
"You're still a take charge bastard," she says with a chuckle.
"Me? No, I'm a submissive little bitch. So get on with your job
mistress," you state.
Khali shakes her head and starts leading you away by your leash, taking
a slow roundabout route as though to parade you like a piece of meet.
You can't resist smiling as all eyes turn to look at you. Strangely you
feel that have some sort of power over them all still, but it is
nebulous and untested. You just need to figure a way to harness it.
As you walk you scan the room. You spot Vola. She is serving a man and
appears to have filled out nicely since you last saw her. A slave tattoo
sits upon her breast. She looks up and you can see the question in her
eye. Clearly no one but you, and perhaps Khali, is aware of her
importance. So far. Khali stops near the girl and talks to a man.
"None of you can trust that bastard Pohst," you say, looking about the
room but really addressing Vola, "he'll sell anyone of you if he thinks
he can. You should all stick with me. I can still run this place."
Laughter, catcalls and ridicule follows your comment. A man comes
forward and rips your top off. Your breasts swing free in the warm air
and your face reddens in spite of yourself. "Careful there Dawrt, you
never know who'll be the boss of this place in the long run and who'll
be a serum girl in the furs," you whisper with enough strength that he
steps back. More laughter follows and someone throws a tankard of ale on
you. Another man comes up and licks your breasts.
Calls of "I'll brol you and fill you with me hot seed!" "You won't be so
talkative when you're sucking me wench!" "We'll give you slave honey and
you'll have two whelps on those big tits!" "Some herbs of fullness will
slow you down plenty!" "Mighty uppity for a serum girl" "See you in the
furs love!" and "Who's a little princess!" filled the air.
Khali tugs her leash and takes you through the remainder of the pleasure
house up to the training room.
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