DxD 0193: Belonging
“W–what’s that?!” Akeno’s shocked voice prompted Rias to look up from her papers to see what Abaddon had presented to her Queen. Her eyes widened as she saw the gift in his hand. It was a metal collar. She thought of interjecting but decided otherwise, apprehensive of the possibility of Abaddon offering it to her instead of Akeno.
‘You can just take one for the team, Akeno. Knowing you, you’d probably enjoy it either way.’
Rias was well aware of Akeno’s switch personality, which was usually expressed in the form of a sadistic woman who tortured her opponents to derive pleasure. However, ever since Abaddon had appeared, her masochistic side seemed to have taken over completely. While there were still instances of her deriving pleasure from torturing her enemies, Akeno seemed to derive even more pleasure under Abaddon’s sadistic measures.
Deciding that Akeno could handle it, she focused on her papers. While the workload wasn’t too intense, she still had to take care of it.
“It’s a collar, Akeno,” Abaddon said. “A slave collar, to be exact. I want you to wear it from now on.”
A blush appeared on Akeno’s face as she gulped with difficulty. Just by looking at it, she could see that this collar was completely different from Kuroka’s leather collar. While only as thick as two fingers, similar to a choker, it had a silver metallic look, but the surface of the collar had all sorts of engravings that she couldn’t recognize. What she inferred from Abaddon’s usual pattern was that both the inside and outside surfaces of the collar formed a magic circle for specific purposes. As for what that purpose was, Akeno had spent enough time with Abaddon to imagine it.
“C–can I refuse?” She asked, feeling both apprehensive and tempted by the prospects. “It looks uncomfortable. How would you even get it on?”
Abaddon shook his head, gently holding Akeno’s chin with his other hand. “You can’t, Akeno. Only I can. I would’ve put this on Rias as well, but Sirzechs would vaporize me into nothingness. Be good and pull your hair aside, okay?”
Akeno shivered at Abaddon’s delivery, and a moan as soft as a whimper escaped her lips. “As A-kun wishes.”
She bowed her head and pulled her hair up to reveal her nape.
“Hmm,” Abaddon examined Akeno’s submissive expression for a few seconds. “Take your clothes off.”
Akeno shivered at his tone, protesting weakly, “B-Buchou is still here …”
“It’s fine. She can watch how her right-hand woman, her Queen, is nothing more than my submissive slave. Now stand.”
“Yes,” she spoke weakly and stood up with wobbly legs. Holding her hands together, she hesitated, but Abaddon didn’t say anything. He put the collar at his side and leaned back to enjoy Akeno’s tea. He didn’t say any outward words of praise, but his expression was noticeably pleased as he sipped the drink.
After getting over her initial hesitation, Akeno unbuttoned her corset and started disrobing slowly and hesitantly. Her eyes kept shifting between Abaddon and the collar that he had put on the couch at his side. As for Rias, she knew that looking at her would only embarrass her. Her King couldn’t help her in this situation.
As Akeno got rid of her clothes, a cat’s meow grabbed Abaddon’s attention. Kuroka had woken up and was staring up at Abaddon from the ground, completely ignoring Akeno’s presence.
“Come here,” he invited her up, and she smiled and climbed up on the couch before nuzzling her face into his side. Tracing his palm along her leather-clad back, he asked. “Was the nap good?” All the while, his eyes were affixed on Akeno.
Kuroka responded with a muffled meow before raising her head just enough that she could see the collar that Abaddon had put on the other side of the couch.
“Yes, it’s the same one,” Abaddon confirmed Kuroka’s unasked question. “I may have agreed to let things play out, but it doesn’t mean I’m planning to sit on the sidelines.”
“Meow …” Kuroka silently played to the Youkai gods for the safe departure of the Old Satan Faction members. She wasn’t particularly against the devils’ scheme either. While a part of the Khaos Brigade, Vali’s team had very little camaraderie with the Old Satan Faction.
In the meantime, Akeno had already gotten rid of everything she could and was awaiting Abaddon’s next command. She was curious about Abaddon’s words but couldn’t find the heart to pry. Her eyes kept shifting to the collar that she knew would be a permanent implement, just like her chastity belt. And unlike the chastity belt, which Abaddon still took off occasionally, the collar had no reason to ever be taken off.
“Good,” Abaddon looked over Akeno’s flawless figure with eyes full of desire, “Kneel.”
Without a word, she complied and knelt in front of Abaddon, placing her palms flat on her thighs and sitting with her back straight while looking down.
“Meow …” Kuroka expressed her appreciation toward the display of submissiveness that Akeno was showing.
“Good,” Abaddon smiled. “Speak, do you want me to collar you as my slave? This collar is equivalent to a magical contract that, once established, can’t be abolished without the consent of both parties and the presence of a Satan-level devil to perform the separation ritual. The resources that the process requires are enough to bankrupt a smaller devil clan.”
“Are you trying to steal my Queen, Abaddon?” Rias’ infuriated exclamation prevented Akeno from responding.
“Of course not,” he shook his head, looking at Rias’ angry face with amusement. “Things will go on as they usually have. It’s just that the relationship that I have with Akeno will take another step forward. You don’t think that I’m going to get bored with you all, do you? I plan to thoroughly enjoy the tens of thousands of years that we will exist.”
“Devils barely live longer than ten thousand years, Abaddon. And even that’s in special cases.”
“Then I’ll create an even more special case. But longevity is a bit far away to think about for now,” He shifted his tone. “Don’t interrupt, or else you might find yourself on the receiving end of this collar; I only got one, by the way.”
The building anticipation and the current scene had already left Akeno aroused beyond measure. If it wasn’t for the chastity belt, she would already be touching herself at the thought of being collared in such a manner. Once Abaddon suppressed Rias’ protests, she was free to voice her words.
“Please, Master~ I want it. Collar me for life~” She pleaded as her face showed an excited expression.
“Even though you don’t understand what this collar represents?” He asked, his eyes full of sadistic mirth. “Even though this collar has had an extremely attractive aura for you since the moment I took it out?”
“It doesn’t matter, A-kun~” She spoke. While being influenced by the collar, she was conscious enough to see the external factor. But it didn’t matter to her. “Please put that collar on me so that I can belong to you forever.”
“Show me that you mean it,” Abaddon said. “Are you worthy of this tailor-made collar?” He hooked his finger through the collar and dangled it in front of Akeno.
“Please …” Her eyes trembled as she only half played along; the other half consisted of her actual feelings. “I want it, Master~ I am willing to be your slave. Make me yours forever.” Despite her desperation, she stayed put, not moving an inch despite the collar dangling in front of her like a carrot. She only used her words to express herself.
The moment she finished speaking, her demonic energy involuntarily escaped her body, only to be absorbed by the collar as Abaddon’s smile widened. He didn’t resist the pull and allowed his Demonic energy to be sucked into the collar as well.
“Good girl,” He praised her before waving the hand that was caressing Kuroka’s ears. Akeno’s hair started floating above the ground and was bundled up, revealing her nape. “Say it again.”
“Please put the collar on me, Master~” Akeno felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest as the collar continued absorbing her demonic energy. Instead of feeling weaker, she felt like she was under an adrenaline rush. “I will belong to you forever~”
“That’s my girl.”
The collar floated up from Abaddon’s finger and moved to hover above Akeno like a halo. While continuously sucking in both his and her demonic energies, it suddenly expanded before lowering itself. Abaddon made Akeno’s hair naturally float higher to thread through the descending collar.
“With this, you officially belong to me, Akeno. You no longer have true autonomy over your body. If I wish to, I can summon you to me at any moment to have you serve at my whim. Alternatively, I will be able to perceive whatever is going on near you and can teleport to you without the need for any magic circles. Understand?”
“Yes,” Akeno gulped as the collar went past her vision, allowing her to see the inner engravings that were glowing with the mix of her and Abaddon’s energies at the moment. Once in position, the collar contracted and hugged Akeno’s neck perfectly, not even leaving the space for air to go through.
“Mm …” She pressed her lips together, feeling a slight burning sensation on her neck when the collar was touching her skin. As she bit her lower lip, Abaddon let her hair down as it spread on the floor around her. The collar was placed in the middle of her neck, making it impossible to hide unless she wore a specifically long turtleneck.
“You should stop, my Rias. Before I decide to have you put on a show for these two denied women who don’t have the autonomy to pleasure themselves.” Abaddon looked at Rias, whose expression was the same as that of a deer in headlights.
With wide eyes and a blush on her face, she coughed, “I wasn’t doing anything …” Her dissatisfaction was clear from her grumbling tone.
“Show me both your hands,” He wanted to embarrass her in front of Akeno and Kuroka.
“You …” She tried to glare at him, but Abaddon wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She decided that before he destroyed her desk to make a point, she should give in.
“What a slutty King you are, Rias. Masturbating as your Queen enslaves herself to someone else.” The redhead’s fingers were glistening from what were clearly her juices.
“Do you want this collar as well, my cat?” He then asked Kuroka, who was just as aroused as Rias, if not more so. Unfortunately, with the bitchsuit rendering all of her limbs into useless stumps, masturbating wasn’t exactly an option for her.