1-97 Mine forever
The three girls stood in a line and held their breaths as Roric loomed before them. Jaina, Gisley, and Evalynn had served him since the early days, and all three of them had formed a bond. They now considered each other family and Roric the head of their household. With glad hearts, they had played the role of his sex slaves, embracing everything that meant. Many boundaries were overcome, and new heights of sexual passion were achieved. They dearly loved their master and, for quite a long time, had earnestly sought to make their service permanent. Unfortunately, they were in constant conflict with others and needed the skills that the collar would hinder. Because of this, none of them dared accept a locked collar, fearing it would be to their detriment.
By what could only be called divine intervention, they found a means to remove the collar's crippling restrictions. Now Roric had three slave collars that would not limit their main class. Thus they could serve with open hearts fully committed to their master. Roric had made them wait until their home was built and mostly in place, ready to become their playground.
Now a week had passed since they started building, and most of it was ready. Roric's village was built and populated by dozens of NPCs. A second gnoll village lay in the north near the border as a form of extra defense for the forest. Evalynn's elven village was ready as well, full of graceful elves living quiet lives. Chandice had her shop and was slowly filling it with basic magical items she was crafting. The final element was Gisley's pond, beautifully laid out so that the water meandered in a long narrow lake with two small islands. It was surrounded by flowers and magical trees, creating secluded nooks along the shore where lovers could hide for a romantic encounter.
Now that their home was ready, the time had come for the girls to assume their roles. Chandice stood beside Roric, holding all three collars as Blackbast stood in attendance. They were high in the gnoll village, with the entire camp gathered to witness the event.
Jaina could hardly contain her excitement as she shifted nervously before his gaze. Gisley was even worse, with her wings fluttering and shedding glitter. Evalynn was the calmest, but even she was showing signs of excitement, her smile evident.
“My girls,” Roric began as she stood tall. “You three have made me happier than I ever believed possible. You have dutifully obeyed my commands, even when I told you to do things you never dreamed you would do. I am proud to call you my slaves, and I love each of you with all my heart.”
Now all three of them were smiling and bouncing on their toes as the moment was about to come. The excitement was palpable, and the three did their best to stand still as Roric spoke up to address the camp as a whole.
“The day has come where these three become my property forever more. They will be locked in my collar and made slaves to serve my needs and the needs of this camp.” He paused to look around the camp of gnolls to see hungry gazes falling on the three nude women. “They will now be collared forever, to spend the rest of their days serving their master.”
He took the first collar from Chandice and held it up as he began to chant. It was a spell of binding unique to every type of master whose words could be set by the owner. Roric said that with this collar, I claim you as my property to use as I will now and forever.
The collar glowed with a red light, and he held it out to Jaina, who took it with trembling hands.
“If you wish to be my slave, put on my collar,” Roric instructed.
Jaina held the collar up and turned it over in her hands. They had spoken of this moment a hundred times before setting foot in New Eden. It had always been talk, a fantasy that was easy to dream about but never a tangible thing. Now she held a charged collar in her hands, and a timer would begin ticking once put on. If she could keep the collar on for five full days, it would lock and be completely unremovable. Only a reset or terrible abuse by a master would free her from it. Outside of that, she would always be a sex slave, her body existing for her master's use. If she ever grew bored of Roric, he would be unable to free her. The best he could do would be to sell her to somebody else, hoping the change of master and environment would make her happy.
Of course, Roric had promised he would never do such a thing, but now Jaina felt bad about that. The time had come to stop playing at being a slave and actually become one, but he was restricted in what he could do with her.
“Is something wrong?” he asked as he noted her hesitation.
“Roric,” Jaina replied as she looked into his eyes. “I want this more than anything in the world, but I want it to be complete.”
“It will be complete,” Roric replied, unsure where she was going.
“No, it won't,” Jaina countered. “Before we came here, you made me a promise never to sell me to another. I want to release you from that promise. If I am to be your slave, I want it to be complete. I want to know that if you ever grow bored or displeased with me you will sell me away.” She jumped when Roric took her by the arms and held her tight as his canine-like eyes looked deep into her soul.
“You want to be my property and feel the weight of a complete loss of control,” Roric said as Jaina nodded. “I will amend our promise, but I cannot guarantee I will ever sell you. You will have to live and wonder if that day will ever come.”
Jaina felt shivers run down her spine as he promised to take away her last bit of control. She might be sold eventually, but when and to whom was not her decision. He released her arms and stepped back as she lifted the collar to her neck. Her breath came out in short pants as her trembling hands stumbled to put it in place. With a click, the lock closed, and the timer began, her freedom slowly ticking away.
Roric then moved to Gisley with another collar. He made it glow red and made her the same offer. She readily took it and put it around her neck as her wings beat clouds of glitter into the air.
Evalynn finally showed her nerves as she nearly fumbled her collar but snapped it in place, beginning the timer.
“You have five days to change your mind,” Roric said as he stepped back. “However, If you change your mind, I will never offer to lock it again.”
Now the pressure was on as the three girls looked to their master nervously. Roric organized a feast with a roast animal turning over the fire. Some of the gnolls took up crude instruments and began to play a song full of haunting beats. The girls danced to the music as Roric reclined on a throne brought out for him with Chandice and Blackbast at his side.
“They look happy,” Chandice said as she watched the three frolic.
“They are as happy as they can possibly be,” Blackbast said. “They are finally being given the true desire of every slave, a collar they cannot remove. It is the ultimate symbol of their submission to their master.”
“I never thought this day would come,” Roric said. “But I am surprised at how it came.”
“The dragon,” Chandice agreed as she sat on a bench beside his throne. “It does seem odd that he was so willing to help with this.”
“This is not what I find odd about it,” Blackbast interjected. “I am more surprised that he was able to do it. He has altered the rules set forth by the visitors, and in a way, I cannot begin to grasp.”
“He said that dragons could perceive the layers of magic,” Chandice said. “But I have no idea what that means. If I didn't think it would burden her more, I would ask Heather. She seems to have an uncanny grasp at magic.”
“I would not trouble her with this now,” Blackbast suggested.
“No, Heather and Frank need some time to rest,” Roric agreed as he sat back and held Blackbast’s hand. “Heather has enough haunting her mind. She doesn’t need this too.”
“I feel terrible for Heather,” Blackbast added as she sat on the arm of Roric’s throne. “But a good long rest may help clear her mind and learn more. She has been dedicated to reading the books I helped her recover from a hidden library. I am sure she will find a way to learn more.”
“I meant to ask you something,” Roric said as he turned his gaze on Blackbast. “What do you make of Umtha?”
“The goblin woman is a mystery,” Blackbast replied. “She seems to have Heather's best interest at heart, but it's far too personal. This trickery to become their wife took me by surprise, but Heather seems to have accepted it.”
“I would be very suspicious of her motives after that,” Roric said as he returned to watching his beauties dance. “I don’t know that I trust her.”
“I have never trusted her, but then I cannot point to one instance where Umtha didn’t act in support of Heather,” Blackbast replied. “It appears the goblins are intimately tied to her previous incarnations, and Umtha has always been at her side.”
“Do you think they were married before?” Chandice asked.
“I have no idea,” Blackbast replied. “But judging by Umtha's behavior, it seems safe to assume they were close.”
“Hmm,” Roric said as he admired Evalynn's long, taught body. She might not have the erotic dance skill, but she was able to master the effect with her own efforts. Jaina was his very heart and Gisley was an exotic beauty, but Evalynn was special. She was a true captive, a woman defeated in battle and taken back as his prize. He had come to rely on her strength in battle and her fantasies of being dominated by a beastman. She had also been delighted to use her green warden powers to build them the home they wanted. She was the key to all this happiness, creating and protecting the place they would call the love wood.
“So, any prospects on new slave girls?” Chandice asked Blackbast.
“Well, Jaina suggested one to me, but I am skeptical,” Blackbast replied. “Thankfully, I have a free collar to use now, but I really need to get the other three back.”
“You need to get the other three into your temple to work,” Chandice insisted.
“How I would love for that day to come,” Blackbast laughed. “But they are not like Roric’s girls. They put the collars on for the disguise, and only Quinny has the heart to wear it for other purposes.”
“You should take the collars back soon,” Roric suggested. “Heather will become addicted to the enhancements it offers during sex.”
“The others will too,” Chandice added as Roric looked at her funny.
“Oh, please, we all know Breanne and Quinny are going to end up in that bed,” Chandice said. “Frank all but claimed them as his in the ogre fight. Blackbast even ordered them to stop playing games and admit that they love him. It's out in the open now, and they are headed for one place.”
“I suppose you are right,” Roric agreed. “All the more reason to take the collars back.”
“I will talk to them about it soon,” Blackbast agreed.
“Speaking of her slave girls,” Roric said, returning to the previous topic. “I have received an interesting request from Gwen.”
“Oh? Are you selling Jaina already?” Chandice laughed.
“No, but Gwen did request to see Jaina again soon. The letter says she wishes to continue their discussion,” Roric said with a glance at Blackbast.
“I do not dare to believe that will end in my temple,” Blackbast purred.
“I think that's exciting,” Chandice said. “The queen of all the land working as a temple whore, and nobody will know.”
“We will see,” Blackbast said. “I am not getting my hopes up until she walks through my temple doors.”
Roric laughed and went back to watching his beauties. The forest still needed some minor tweaking, but everything was in place, and the tattoo system seemed to be working. All three of the girls bore the collar-shaped mark that said they had slept with the master of the wood.
“That reminds me,” Roric began and looked to Blackbast. “I want to add a tattoo for any girl who services ten visitors in your temple.”
“You would do that for me?” Blackbast asked.
“You are a good person, and since your temple is hidden inside the forest, it only seemed right,” Roric replied.
Blackbast began to purr as she leaned over and slid into his lap, putting her arms around Roric’s neck.
“I see why Rajeen likes you,” Blackbast said before licking at his nose. “I have missed our time together.” She turned to face him, straddling his lap as she began to purr seductively.
Roric reached down and unbuckled his pants, allowing his body free. Chandice shook her head as Blackbast reached down and played with his sheath until a long slick purple cock slid between her fingers. She wore only a slip of material at her waist that did little to hide her body. She guided Roric easily into her body and slid to his lap, throwing her head back as she groaned.
She rocked in his lap doing all the work as she rode his bestial cock, offering up her body in thanks. Chandice watched with mild amusement as the cat woman's tail thrashed side to side. She decided to get up and take the tail in hand, slowly stroking its length as Blackbast groaned.
“You naughty girl,” Blackbast laughed. “You know I love that.”
“That’s why I’m doing it,” Chandice replied. She joined in the moment and helped tease the feline woman until her moans added to the music.
Jaina noticed the sex going on as she danced and smiled to know her master was enjoying himself. She spun around the central fire with the other girls taking in the hungry gazes of the gnoll men. They were fixated on their naked bodies, watching the dance as the music went on. Jaina wondered what Roric planned to do next, which was answered a few moments later.
He got up with Blackbast in his arms and announced he was taking her and Chandice to bed. Then he waved to the camp and released his slave girls telling the gnolls to do with them what they wanted. All three girls were attacked and dragged away, their bodies given to the camp as playthings.
Evalynn was dragged into a tent, but Jaina was stood before a pole. Her hands were tied, so they were held wide, and she was slightly bent over. Then one of the bestial gnolls came behind her, taking her by the hips before tearing her pussy shield away. He then forced his cock into her flesh, spreading her pussy wide as he ensured the knot was in. A moment later it began, and the wet slaps echoed across the camp. He wasn't interested in lovemaking, this was pure bestial need, and she was being bred like an animal.
She pulled against her restraints as her body was plundered, his cock deep in he belly. This was the life she was committing to with the slave collar, and it wouldn't change unless Roric decided to sell her. Just thinking about that made the moment more intense as anxiety mixed with growing lust. She was awash in the intoxication that came from being a sex slave, and before long, she was in the throws of her first orgasm. As her mind swam in the waters of arousal, she began to crave being sold. She imagined what it would be like to be given to another who, in turn, would sell her on. She would have a hundred masters scattered all over the world, each one using her until they grew bored. Then she would be sold to another or taken to market and sold to the highest bidder. Her choice in the matter is long gone.
Her head turned to the side and through her daze, she saw Gisley. The poor fairy was straddled over a gnoll with her back to him, forced to ride his cock as he held her arms back. A second gnoll stood before her, his lock cock deep in her mouth. She was pleasuring two at once but judging by the group waiting, that wasn't going to be fast enough.
Evalynn cried out in decadent pleasure from somewhere in the camp, her voice a series of rapid moans. The gnolls could fuck at an amazing pace and Jaina’s body was getting a battering as her breasts flapped.
The next orgasm was divine, followed quickly by a shared one as her tormentor filled her body with his seed. She was allowed to rest while he waited for his knot to shrink, then yelped when he unceremoniously tore himself free. Her pussy oozed with his cum but it was quickly plugged by another gnoll who grabbed her by the hair as he took what he wanted. Three orgasms later, he jerked his way out too, but the next gnoll approached her from the front. He hooked her legs and lifted her up, spreading her wide as she was forced to sit on his throbbing cock. No sooner was he in than she felt her plug being pulled away. A second gnoll warrior with a firm cock began to force his way into her tight rear.
Jaina tensed as the two penetrated her body then nearly choked as a long tongue filled her mouth. She imagined this must be what kissing a dog was like, and that sense of taboo sent her body shivering with goosebumps. A quick glance at Gisley showed she was pleasuring three, with a burly gnoll going at her rear savagely.
Jaina couldn’t focus on anything but what was happening as the two gnolls brought her over the edge. Her body rocked in a powerful orgasm as her hands twisted in the binds. She couldn't believe this was her life now and briefly blushed as she considered what her mother would think. That thought was washed away as her body trembled in aftershocks of an orgasm that would abate. When they were done with her, two more took their place, followed by two after that. She wasn't aware of how long it went on, but eventually, she was cut down and laid to rest in a bed.
She woke the next morning in the tent of Zahdra, the gnoll woman who acted as the camp's cook. She was lying In the woman's crude animal skin bed as something wonderful cooked just outside.
Slowly she crept out of bed, certain her body would be exhausted still, but surprisingly, she was fine. She went to the door to see the gnoll woman in a colorful skirt leaning over a cooking pot while something that looked close to bacon sizzling on a stone near the fire.
“You are awake?” the woman asked as she turned to regard Jaina. “I expected you to sleep much longer.”
“Why? Because I was abused so badly?” Jaina laughed.
Zahdra shrugged and returned to her stirring before commenting that if she had been in Jaina's place, she would need to sleep for a week.
“It’s the slave collars,” Jaina said as she came to stand beside the NPC woman. “They help you recover quickly.”
“So you can have sex again?” the woman asked as one of her ear’s twitched.
“That’s right,” Jaina replied before throwing her arms high to stretch. “Where are the others?”
“The fairy has gone to sing over her pond, and the elf woman is still tied to a bed,” Zahdra replied. “It is good for the camp to have slave girls. The men need an outlet for their aggression.”
“You could always help them,” Jaina teased, wondering how an NPC would react to being prodded.
“Such is not for me,” the woman replied without looking up.
“Suite yourself,” Jaina replied and looked into the pot. “What are you cooking anyway? It smells wonderful.”
“It is a gruel made from oats, seeds, and lamb stock,” Zahdra replied. “It is good for a gnoll, but I do not think you would like it.”
“Considering what I tend to swallow, I doubt that will be shocking,” Jaina laughed.
“Why don’t you have some of the meat on the stone,” Zahdra suggested. “I put it out for you and your sisters.”
“Thank you,” Jaina replied and went for a nearby wooden plate. She loved how so many of their items were carved from wood and carefully polished. It added a rustic feel to the camp and played up the tribal nature of the gnolls.
She collected some of the meat and headed off to find Evalynn, peeking into the tents as she went by. She finally found the woman, just as Zahdra said, tied to a bed with her arms and legs spread wide. She was awake and smiled as Jaina walked in with the plate and sat on the side.
“Did you have a good night?” Jaina asked.
“Is this really how my life will be from now on?” Evalynn asked.
“Your’s more than anybody else,” Jaina laughed. “Roric intends for you to be open to the camp except when he specifically wants you.”
“I don’t know how many of them had me last night,” Evalynn sighed and lifted her head. “But why am I still tied?”
“Maybe they aren’t done with you yet?” Jaina offered before crunching into the strange bacon.
“Do you think you can untie me so I can eat some of that?” Evalynn asked.
“I dunno,” Jaina replied as she ran a hand over the woman’s stomach. “I kind of like you like this.”
“So do the gnolls,” Evalynn laughed. “Oh, that reminds me, turn around so I can see your back. I want to see if you got the tribal whore tattoo.”
“I forgot about that one,” Jaina said and got up, turning her back so Evalynn could see it.
“You have it,” Evalynn said with a smile. “The gnoll face is right above your hip.”
“I bet we all have it,” Jaina said before reaching down to untie the poor woman so she could see. Evalynn had the tattoo indicating she had sex with at least twenty gnolls. She sat up, and the two shared the bacon and stories of their fun last night.
“So, what's on the agenda today?” Evalynn asked as she used cleanse to straighten her hair and freshen up.
“I was going to visit Heather’s city,” Jaina said. “I want to ask her about Santos and his rogues.”
“You need to get Santos out of the forest,” Evlaynn laughed. “Gisley keeps sneaking over there to play with him.”
“That slutty little girl,” Jaina laughed. “She’s sweet on him.”
“And somehow, I ended up with Droslin,” Evalynn said. “The man who was rude to me.”
“Oh, you're not sweet on him, just paying him extra attention to help him along. You still haven't found your Zorac or Santos, but I am sure you will.”
“Someday, I am sure,” Evlaynn replied and got up. “Well, if you want to ask Heather about Santos, you should probably take him with you. Take Gisley as well. She is probably in his bed right now anyway.”
Jaina laughed and agreed before they parted with a hug. Evalynn went off to play with more gnolls while Jaina checked in on Roric. He was in his throne room entertaining Blackbast as his two gnoll guards. She told him about her plan to investigate the city, and he wished her luck.
She left the camp and entered the magical forest, walking barefoot down the road. It felt so strange to be naked and in the open without Roric or Evalynn at her side. She was so used to being presented as a slave that it felt different not to have somebody nearby to claim her. She put that thought away and tried to enjoy the atmosphere as birds sang in distant trees and a peaceful calm washed over her. This forest was bigger and better than the last one to such a degree that she almost wanted to thank Alexandria for ruining the first one.
The path stones felt cool under her feet as she walked through the soft forest light. Over the hills and around bends she went, pausing only to lean on the railing of a bridge and watch the water drift by. This was her home now, and she was a slave to the master, his collar soon to lock. How had their fantasy from so long ago become this beautiful reality? Was this what heaven was like?
With a warm sensation washing over her body, she headed for the elven town. She found that she loved this little town more than any other place in the forest, mostly because it was full of beautiful elf women. They wore gossamer outfits decorated with colorful stones and golden trims, accentuating their perfect bodies. Jaina was determined to bed every single one of them, but Evalynn programmed them to be coy and hesitant. She smiled at one as she passed by, and the woman smiled back, looking her naked body up and down. In the distance, she heard a musical moan and followed it to a small house beside the lake. Sure enough, Gisley was on her back as Santos ground her into the bed, her feet high in the air.
“Is this all you do all day?” Jaina asked as she leaned in the doorway.
“Jaina!” Gisley squeaked. “I didn't know you were there.”
“Would it have made any difference if you had?” Jaina asked. “You are a terribly slutty little fairy.”
“I can't help it,” Gisley said as she threw her head back, the rogue between her legs thrusting hard. “I am a prostitute, after all.”
Jaina nodded in agreement and waited till they had finished, then announced her plan to go to the city. Gisley wanted to come with her and offered to carry the two on her disk so they could get there quickly. Santos agreed to go as well so he could inspect the place and get his bearings for the future guild. Jaina took them both outside, and a moment later, they were off, Gisley flying fast as she carried them through the forest.
“Don’t forget we don’t have her permission yet,” Jaina cautioned Santos.
“I haven't forgotten,” he replied and put an arm around her waist. “So when are you going to come to see me?”
“I have come to see you several times already,” Jaina laughed. “And besides, I don’t want to tire you out for poor Gisley.”
They laughed as the countryside slipped by, and the forest edge drew near. Moments later they were crossing the short area of clear land that marked the entrance to Umtha's goblin village. They turned right and headed for the city, which was the road into the mountains. The road took them passed the impressive goblin fortress built into the mountain and plated with metal. It looked like some bunker from a fantasy movie, and Jaina hoped it wouldn't be needed. The road beyond went up into the mountains and through a pass. A short while later they saw a small goblin village off to the right but kept on until a new path opened on the left. This new road brought them into a wide rolling plain of green grass and clumps of trees. A massive lake rested in the center, and Gisley left the road to head for it. She giggled as she raced across the water, the magical disk following with ease. In minutes they were across and going up a gentle slope to a massive construction project.
“What are they doing here?” Santos said as they drew near.
“I had no idea it was being built like this,” Jaina replied as they crested a hill and got a good look.
Hundreds of skeletons labored with picks, shovels, and hand-drawn carts as they appeared to be assembling roads and a massive wall. Goblins with goggles or tool belts were everywhere, giving the skeletons instructions and guiding the more precise work. Scaffolds had been erected along the wall that was being placed block by block at an alarming rate.
“How are they controlling so many undead?” Santos asked. “I know this Frank character is a carrion knight, but they don’t get this many, do they?”
Jaina realized that Santos wasn't in the know, and this sight was truly a shock to him. She began to wonder if bringing him here was a good idea but then he had proven trustworthy.
“Gisley, stop!” Jaina called, bringing the fairy to a halt.
“What’s wrong?” Gisley asked as she came to a halt just short of the works.
“Is something wrong?” Santos asked as he looked between the two women.
Santos, there is something I need to tell you,” Jaina began. “But I need you to swear on your love for us that you will keep this secret.”
“Of course, I will keep it,” Santos replied. “I am the man who came to your rescue in the forest, remember?”
“I know, but what I am about to tell you is every bounty hunter’s dream come true,” Jaina said.
“And bounty hunters tend to be rogues,” he said. “Alright, you have my word that I will not breathe a word of this outside your group.
“Thank you,” Jaina said. “I am glad to hear that because you might be vital to helping protect this secret later.”
“What secret?” he asked with a concerned look.
There was no way to keep this secret if he was going to become the rogues guild in the city. Sooner or later, he would find out, and she wanted to be the one to tell him. This way, she could ensure his loyalty and help keep the secret.
“Santos,” Jaina said with a long pause. “Princess Hannah is a necromancer.”