Chapter 28: Chapter 22

Groggily waking up, I could hear voices talking from nearby, speaking in that same gibberish language that all of those city dwelling Sin’yarans spoke.

As my still blurry eyes drifted upwards, I caught sight of Istara.  She and another woman were the sources of the sounds as they conversed.

I remained there, struggling to maintain my awareness as my mind slowly processed what was going on.

‘Why was I here?  What was I doing?  What is Istara doing!?’  These questions donned on me one by one, yet answers were hard to come by with my scattered and foggy brain.

“Huehh!”  I unconsciously groan as I try to move my body, found myself tied up and laying on the floor.  My brain desperately processing what’s going on while waking up.

Both Istara and the other woman ceased their conversation upon hearing my grunt and had turned towards me.

“Is… is this, how to speak when, talk… these girls?”  The unknown girl said haltingly with broken, garbled words.

“Yes, these girls from Armari can only speak their native tongue so you will be limited to their language if you wish to convey your orders.”  Istara responded neutrally, her voice betraying nothing about her thoughts or feelings.

“Hmm.”  The girl looks me over from head to toe.  “At least, resistant to drugs… waking impressive, but not… Battle Maidens… where Battle Maidens promised you?”  The girl responded with her atrocious enunciation. 

‘What!?  What does Battle Maidens have to do with anything right now?’  I wondered as my mind began to clear.

Unfortunately, Istara and her compatriot resumed speaking in Sin’yaran gibberish, so I have no clue as to what they were talking about.  All I can make out is that they seem to be disagreeing about something.

Based upon their gestures I guess that the unknown girl is angry, Istara is defending herself while soothing the girl’s temper.  Istara then picked up a bundle of items.  I was shocked once I realized what the items were, elvish weapons and artifacts, including the invisibility crown that the elf stalker had.  But Istara said that it had disappeared, hmm, so she lied and had stolen it. 

I could feel my blood boil, Istara had stolen what was rightfully mine.  Struggling with all of my strength I try break free the ropes that held me, I thrashed about on the ground.  But to no avail, the bonds held, and I failed to activate that odd scale and claw transformation power that I had.  The only thing that I managed to do was attract more attention to myself as everyone in the room was now watching me.  Dammit, if only I could control my power... or better yet knew WHAT my powers exactly were, then maybe I would be the one in control here. 

“*******” The girl snapped what where clearly orders in those indecipherable words.  Soon several servant looking girls walked in from beyond the periphery of my vision, they approached me and pulled me up from the floor.  As I was being girl-handled I caught a glimpse of two other figures being moved, it was Sarduna and Naira, they looked to still be unconscious as they hung limply from the arms of the servants who held them.

Hoisted up before the girl, I was able to get a better look at her.  She looked to be an exceptionally beautiful Sin’yaran woman, with a tanned complexion, midnight black hair that fell down to her lower back and vivacious curves in all of the right places.  Her deep violet eyes were the centerpiece of her alluring almond shaped face.  Glancing at her clothes I saw that she wore a simple looking skirt that went halfway down her thigh with shirt that was doing nothing to hide her ample bosom, or that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  Both were dyed in a shade of teal. 

With a wicked grin she pointed at herself.  “Me Meskia… you now me servant, me attendant and warrior, from… w-wi-wi… you f-fight… strive, fulfill me am-bish-tions, for, power.”  She said, her articulation painful to hear, snapping my attention back to her, with a confident and radiant smile, that would be beautiful if it wasn’t it so obviously at my own expense.

“Only if you bend over and spread your ass.”  I mustered defiantly. 

Her face twitched at my answer, Istara giggled audibly which would be cute if it wasn’t for her being a f*cking traitor.  Well, apparently the girl didn’t fully understand my words, in confusion she turned to Istara who explain what I had said.  Petulant anger was plastered all over her face after that.

“******” She said something to one of the servants, who stepped towards me while holding a clay jug.  Another of servant forcefully opened my mouth as the contents within the jug were poured down my throat.  The liquid soon ignited a fiery blaze within my belly that radiated outward, causing my body to heat up.  A feeling of acute sensitivity began to flood over me, to the point where I couldn’t move without igniting my nerves.  My awareness, that had only just started to return, grew hazy and muddled again from this sensitivity overwhelming and numbing my brain.

After that everything was a blur of images for a while, I had glimpses of being dragged, moved, then stripped, washed and cleaned in a luxurious bathroom.

Next I knew I’m lying on a bed, stripped naked and all alone.  My face flush, my breathing labored, my lower abdomen twitched with scorching hot urges, I was burning up inside and desperately needed a way of relieving this fire in my belly.  I was weak and paralyzed from this searing hypersensitivity that has overtaken me, even the feeling of the bed sheets I was laying on was causing my nerves to flare up in ecstatic pleasure.  This combined with the fog hanging over my mind has left me absolutely crippled.

For long moments I laid there staring off into the ceiling trying to focus my mind on anything that could help me out of this numbing haze. 

Then that girl came suddenly into view.  She stood over me, her face hovering over mine, gazing straight into my eyes while slowly speaking in that strange language of hers.  I have no idea what she’s saying but it’s in this calm, quiet tone, seems almost as if she’s trying to be sweet.  Honestly, this girl is absolutely gorgeous, her tanned, caramel complexion that gave her an exotic beauty.  Made me wonder if her flesh was as sweet as it looked.  If she led with this exotic smooth talking instead of drugging while prattling on about me serving her, I wouldn’t mind having her around. 

Time seemed to crawl along slowly as she continued to gaze at me as she seemed to fidget nervously.  Then suddenly she gave a small jump in surprise and started speaking intelligible words in mid-sentence.

“… oh!  Forgot, don’t speak Sin’yaran.  Heh, we plenty time, know both other once done.”  She said almost lovingly, a smile blooming on her face.

From there she promptly started taking off her clothes, which came off quickly enough.  She didn’t wear anything underneath nor any complicated garments, so she was completely bare in moments.  Now as naked as I was, she drifted closer to me, starting to intimately touch my body.

She, rather hesitantly, began to trace her fingers across my body.  Migrating towards my breasts, she gave an inquiring squeeze of the supple mounds.

“Ahhh!!!”  I gave an uncontrollably ecstatic cry from the feeling of my breasts being fondled.  Panting uncontrollably, I could only lay prone as this girl, whose name I still didn’t know, played with me.

The girl’s fingers continued to dance across my skin, electrifying every nerve as she went.  She glided her hands in circular motions, always returning to my breasts for another eager squeeze.  Eventually she discovered that my erect nipples were especially sensitive, and began flicking them out of lewd satisfaction, causing me to lurch forward arching my back seductively.

“…Beautiful, beautiful.”  The girl said quietly, blushing deeply she moved in to kiss me.

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Her kiss was surprisingly very tender, pressing her soft lips up against mine as her tongue pried open my mouth.  I didn’t have the strength to resist, so her tongue invaded my mouth, roaming almost aimlessly she continued to caress my skin.

The burning, tingling sensation in my lower abdomen only expanded and intensified in ferocity.  My pussy had grown sopping wet in an eagerness that was defiant of me.  My moans, which had started the moment she began touching me, progressively grew in volume, filling the small room we were in.

With obvious fascination in her eyes, the girl drew her face ever closer to mine, hovered mere inches above me.  Our hot breadths blowing against each other; the enchanting fragrance that came off of her tickled my already inflamed senses that further enticed my addled brain.  Unable to move or even organize my thoughts all I could do was remain prone as this girl continued to grope me while staring with this loving gaze into my eyes.  This moment of intimacy finally ended when she descended to give me a kiss.  It was a fairly chaste kiss, there was none of the enthusiastic tongue that Sarduna enjoyed, it felt more…stiff and nervous.

“Hmm, time, now?”  She seemed to ask herself hesitantly, her own blush intensifying.

She reached over the bed and rooted around for a bit before pulling a curious object into view.  It was long and curved with a shiny black sheen over the entire item, a hooked nub on one end showed how it was meant to be worn.  Even in my hazy, confused state I instantly knew what that thing was.  It was a dildo.

Waving the thing around eagerly, she covetously brought it down between her own legs.  Bringing the nub into herself, locking it into position the long, erect shaft was now pointed right at me.  

“AH!!!”  I cry out as the dildo pierced my womanhood, biting my lips to somehow ease the pain.

The pain of my deflowering must have been magnified by the heightened sensitivity.

Luckily once it passed, I quickly found my body hungered for more of the pleasure that I was receiving; I desired this feeling, enjoying the carnal lust that washed all throughout me.  That was all I could focus on, the craving for more of this girl’s dildo as it rammed me.

She made repeated, if awkward and irregular, thrusts into my sopping wet pussy.  The sounds of moist sucking were soon as prevalent as my moaning, the erotic noises from my own body both embarrassing and further exciting my lustful desires. 

I could see with each thrust this girl made her breasts would jiggle a bit, bobbing forward rhythmically with each violation her dildo made of my pussy.  Her face was a picture of blissful enrapture, panting seductively as she stared down on me.  It didn’t take long for a…pressure to bubble up, the intense feeling building up, bringing me towards the edge.  I couldn’t hold it for long, nor did I want to, the walls of my pussy clenched hard as I went over the edge and a wave of pleasure wash over me.

I didn’t have time to bask in the euphoria as the girl on top of me was continuing to relentlessly pound my pussy.  Still raw from cumming and the continuing stimulation, it felt like a release valve had been broken.  Within minutes I had cummed several more times, each a burst of pleasurable sensations and yet the girl persisted in her thrusts.  Her face had grown cramped; she bit her lip as though she was feeling some pressure of her own.  A sudden change in her demeaner came when she seemed to sigh in relief, right as I felt something flow inside of me.

“Hah, hah!  How was it?  Felt good, eh?”  The girl whispered lovingly with a possessive look in her eyes.

Feeling spent, but my mind wasn’t nearly as hazy as before.  Finally able to think straight I tested myself by trying to clench my left hand.  Finding that I had regained some control, I formed a fist and immediately fired it right at the girl above me. 

With a smack right in the center of her face, she lurched to one side I followed it up by pouncing onto her, beginning an aggressive wrestling match with her. 

Taken completely by surprise (and suffering from a nosebleed that I had just inflicted upon her) she gave precious little resistance against me.  In mere moments I had wrenched the dildo out from between her legs and her figure pressed against the bed that I had just laid on.  The girl’s face a mixture of shock, confusion and lustful anticipation; her entire body was bare and exposed beneath me with her legs spread wide and breasts rising with each breath she took.

“Uh, w-wait!  You’re my servant, you can’t push your mistress around like this.”  The girl commanded furiously after a brief pause.

I ignored her, fiddling with the strap-on dildo that was still wet from my blood and juices.  Placing the hooked part into my still sore pussy I fit it into place.  Once done I give an evil smirk at the girl’s direction.

“Servant?  You think I’m your servant?”  I ask mockingly right before swinging my hips…right into hers.

“AAAHHHH!!!”  A scream escaped the girl’s mouth as her pussy was forced open.  I was immediately bewildered that a small amount of blood seeped out as I invaded her womanhood. 

‘Eh, this girl was a virgin!?’  I thought to myself, now feeling a little bad for her, though I promptly dismissed such concerns.  If this girl didn’t want to be deflowered, then she shouldn’t be going around violating random girls.  She’s getting what she deserves.

Another thing that surprised me was that I could feel inside of her.  I could feel the sensation of the hot walls of her pussy moving and contracting around the toy.

Excited by this I continued thrusting.  Every motion of my hips, every twitch of her pussy electrified my desire to conquer her, to get pay back and assert my dominance.

Both of us were still riding the highs from our previous round of sex, and I was a tad…merciless in my performance, swinging in deep and hard to try to make her submit to me quickly.  So, it didn’t come as a surprise that I felt her body tightening around the dildo, she was cumming.  This in turn, thanks to the dildo, caused me to go over the edge and cum myself, though this time it felt different, like something was being released…from the dildo?

“Hah, hah, hah.”  For a time, our deep breadths was all that could be heard around us.

“Hah, hah, are you satisfied?”  The girl (what was her name again… Meskitoe?) asked somewhat petulantly.

I considered her for a moment, she was utterly exhausted, lying prone with legs splayed apart.  Silently staring down onto her, thought over what I wanted to do from here.

…I grabbed her hips and flipped her over.  Then I positioned MY strap-on up to her backside.

“No.”  I stated as I thrusted forward, taking possession of her anal cavity.

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