Thesun was setting, just dipping down past the horizon, when we finally reached the village. We were all getting pretty tired, even Ash. I decided to get down and walk the last stretch of the journey to make it easier on him.
The village was located at the edge of the forest, bordering a wide area of sprawling grassy fields and low hills. There were a handful of farmers' plots, growing vegetables within view of the wall, but most of the structures were safely defended. On one edge of the town was the river, forming a natural barrier. Docks and small watercraft littered the shoreline. On the other side of the village, there was a fifteen foot wooden palisade in a large C shape, protecting the rest of the buildings from what I presumed to berandom rape monster attacks from outside.
It was a smallish place by modern standards, maybe a few hundred houses, a town hall, a church, some shops and stables and things, and a few other largebuildings I couldn't recognize. It probably had a couple thousand or so residentsaltogether. Not big, but not super tiny either.
It seemed safe enough. We hadn't seen any wandering rape monsters for a while at least.
There was a convenient bridge allowing us to cross the river, and then a wooden gatehouse built into the wall that would allow us passage inside the town. A pair of braziers were lit at the top, and some human shapes stood over the wall, watching the road.
Not wanting to get left out in the dark, we kept moving.
"So… I'd hate to state the obvious, but we're conspicuously naked and have no money…" I said.
"Maddie, you're on seduction duty," Ash said.
"Kay…?" she said, confused. "What am I supposed to tell them? Oh hi! We're visitors from another universe, can I give you a blowie in exchange for a room atthe inn?"
"What about travelers fallen on hard times, lost our clothes and money in the forest for… obvious reasons?" Lysander suggested.
"Don't people who get raped by monsters get Tainted and turn into monsters themselves? Do we really want to use that as our story?" I asked. "They might lock us up, or put us in quarantine."
"Might as well just tell them we're magical chosen ones immune to corruption," Emi suggested. "Isekai protagonists always try to hide their origin like it's this bigsecret, but like… why the fuck would anyone care about some random low-level noobs? We're hardly important to the big picture."
"We have no idea what the social norms are here, I don't think we have a way to plan around that," Lysander added. "It might be best to just improvise and try not to say anything to piss them off. That's, of course, assuming we even speak their language."
"Yeah," Emi giggled, "What if they all speak Mandarin? You'd all be fucked."
"I speak Mandarin," Lysander said. "Also, French, German, Japanese, Russian, Latin-"
"So, everything basically?" Maddie snorted, cutting Lysander off.
"Not everything…" Lysander grumbled, annoyed at being interrupted.
"Hail travellers! Who goes there?" one of the guards called out from above the gatehouse.
We were getting close now, close enough for me to see the guards on the wall.They were your typical fantasy fare, wearing thick cloth armour of a dark blue with some sort of official crest patterned onto it in white. It was a skinny six-pointed star inscribed inside a circle.
The guards were both male and Caucasian. Apparently, this was a western fantasy themed world. Despite the warm greeting, they stared down at us with obvious suspicion.
Wewerepretty suspicious, I had to admit. A big scary man, dick swinging in the wind, surrounded by a harem of equally naked women, all of which had messy sex hair from being ravished by various woodland creatures during our journey. At least I'd Purified the cum away.
Not only that, but we had Emi, a Japanese-looking girl with us too. If this was fantasy medieval Europe these guys might have never seen a non-white person before. Hopefully they didn't just declare her a monster or an alien and loose their arrows as us.
"Hail," Lysander said, holding up a hand. "As you said, we're travellers, we come in peace, looking to barter for a place to spend the night."
"Travelers from the corrupted forest?" The guard asked skeptically, focusing his attention on Ash.
"Never said we were smart travellers," I muttered with a quiet chuckle.
"Erm… yes?" Lysander answered. "As you can see, we've run into a spot of misfortune during our travels."
The guard gave her an annoyed glance when she spoke up, and ignored her comment. He turned his focus back to Ash.
"You're lucky you weren't ripped apart, walking around with five naked sluts and no protection like that, they'll lure in half the forest," the guard grumbled. "You must be pretty damn confident of yourself."
Well that sounded pretty sexist. I felt sorry for my female friends, it took me a moment longer to realize thatIwas one of those females now too. I was one of the apparently-useless naked sluts he was talking about.
It was a strange feeling… I wasn't used to being dismissed because of my gender. I wasn't outraged though. Blatant sexual discrimination was a strangely new and interesting experience. I was sure I'd get tired of it quickly though.
The guard did say something interesting, however.Welured in the monsters? We, as inwomen?If that was true, then it was no wonder the wildlife was being so aggressive. Did they have a magical slut radar? Could they smell us or something?
Ash picked up on the sexist undercurrents of the conversation, cleared his throat, and stepped forward to replace Lysander as our designated leader. "I'm fairly confident in myself, yes."
"And what of the uncollared elf? She seems too docile for a fresh capture…" the guard asked, looking down at Chloe with disgust, and glaring at Ash accusingly. There was a coldness to his eyes that told me he didn't see Chloe as a person. It set off warning sirens in my brain.
Ash blinked and hesitated, not sure how to respond to that. Lysander stared at the ground, thinking hard. She pursed her lips, and muttered to herself silently.
"She a fresh capture," Lysander whispered, picking up the slack, "Naturally obedient. She's your toy and we intend to keep her."
"Yeah, we caught her a little while ago, but haven't had the chance to put a collar on her yet," Ash replied confidently. "She needs a spanking now and then, but she's been a very good girl for us."
The guard remained skeptical, "That may be so, but you're going to have to register her properly if you want to pass through our gate. We can't have wild critters like that running loose around town."
I heard the faintest little moan from Chloe behind me, betraying how excited she was by us casually degrading her as we talked about her like she was just some worthless animal we happened to possess.
Ash looked to Lysander, and got a subtle nod back, "Sure," he replied. "We can register her or whatever, but we still plan on keeping her."
The guard stared at the rest of us appraisingly. I felt his eyes wander to my breasts, looking at me like I was just a piece of meat. For the first time since I came to this world and woke up naked, I nervously covered myself with my arm. Ash had checked me out a few times as well, but this strange man's hungry gaze felt different. It was deeply unsettling. I wasn't used to being looked at like that.
"Don't know why you'd want a nasty pet elf if you've got three human sluts in your harem and… whatever that little one is…" the guard stared hard at Emi.
"She a demi-goblin or something? I didn't think goblins could breed with humans… She doesn't have a collar either, does she?" he asked. "There's no way she's Pure."
"I-I'm a human!" Emi squeaked.
"Hah!" the guard snorted derisively, "There'sno wayyou're not some kind of demi. We have a [Priest] here that can do [Status Appraisal, you know… lying's gonna get you punished."
Emi twitched in outrage, and was about to retort and say something stupid, when Maddie crept up behind her and covered her mouth.
"We're all pure human here, 'cept the elf. You can do your check or whatever if you need to," Ash said. "Now, if you're done insulting my bitches, wanna let us in? We're tired from the road."
The guard glanced at his partner. They shared a private moment, looking at each other with uncertainty and skepticism.
"Ask Father Jordan to check them?" The partner suggested.
"Yeah," the first guard agreed. "Run and get him."
The second guard ducked away, climbing down a ladder.
"Sorry," the guard said. "You guys are… a bit unusual. We're going to ask the town's [High Priest] to check your status and Taint contamination, see if you're safe. Then, we'll let you in."
"No problem," Ash replied. He turned to Lysander and whispered, "itisno problem, right?"
Lysander nodded.
We stood around awkwardly, waiting for the priest to arrive. I turned around to face the rest of the group.
"So… elves are considered slaves, or pets, I guess? At least in this country… kingdom, whatever it is. That's the impression I got from that conversation," I said quietly.
"Seems so," Lysander agreed.
I looked an extremely nervous Chloe in the eye, "I get the impression they won't let us inside the town unless we register you as some sort of slave."
"Well um… I know I'm a bit submissive," Chloe mumbled nervously, "but actual slavery… that's a lot to ask, you know…"
"Yeah, you're right, sorry," I replied awkwardly. "Maybe we can let you hide outside, bring you some food later. We might have to make a run for it if that pisses these guys off."
"No, no, it's…" Chloe sighed. "You guys … Iwantto belong to you all, I really do… It's been a fantasy of mine since I joined the tabletop club and met you all. I genuinelywantto be your slave, your healbitch, your foot licker, and maybe even your sex toy if you deem me worthy of that honor…"
Chloe closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked each of us directly in the eye, one after another. There was an unusual firmness to her stare, a deadly seriousness. This was probably the first time I'd actually seen her properly assert herself and it was actually a little bit intimidating, coming from her.
"You can have me.Allof me. But… maybe I want you to appreciate it? Like, appreciate exactly what you're asking me? It's sort of a big deal, surrendering myself completely to you all. Real slaves don't getanylimits or safewords. You could doanything you wantedto me. I would literally be putting my life in your hands, totally vulnerable and at your mercy."
"Yeah, if you put it that way, it sounds pretty scary…" I said. "Kinky roleplay is one thing… real life is another."
Lysander spoke up, "We could simply register you and then treat you like normal. You would be a slave only on the paperwork, and perhaps during the odd roleplay session if you and your fellow degenerates want to play that way."
"It wouldn't change the fact that as my owners, you couldstoptreating me like normal at any time…" Chloe said, shaking her head.
"There's also the slave collars," Emi said quietly. "They're featured as plot devices in a lot of trashy Isekai stories. If they're enchanted magic items, thenwho knowswhat they could do? Compel obedience with mind magic? Explode if Chloe wanders too far away from us? Torture Chloe with electricity if we say a certain magic word? The amount of fucked up possibilities are staggering."
"Um… No mind control please…" Chloe whispered nervously. "If I can request one thing, it's that. I can't really be a good girl if I don'tdecideto obey. If I literallycan'tdisobey, then my obedience doesn'tmeananything anymore and I'm just a robot."
"Yeah, I'd agree to that, of course, but…" I sighed, "Guys… this is starting to stray out of sexy territory and intoscaryterritory. Enslaving Chloe is starting to sound like a really bad idea."
I heard the town gate creak open, I turned to look over my shoulder, and saw an older man wearing a white robe walking towards us with a warm smile. Shit! We were out of time.
"We decide anything?" Ash asked nervously.
"Fuck…"I grumbled under my breath.
"Do it,enslave me, but protect me please, I'll be in your care," Chloe whispered.
"Kay," Ash muttered, and took a step forward, offering the priest a friendly smile.
I stepped next to Chloe, and put my hand on her neck possessively, to help sell the story that she was an obedient prisoner, rather than an equal. I grasped her hair firmly by the roots on the back of her head, hard enough to control her, but not enough to hurt unless I squeezed my hand. Chloe let out a faint squeak, and relaxed her body, relinquishing her control to me and leaning back against my bare chest ever so slightly.
"Hail stranger," the priest said, walking up to greet Ash.
Unlike the guards, he didn't seem suspicious or nervous of us at all. He had a friendly smile. That mademenervous. Ash would normally be an intimidating looking guy, even if hewasn'tnaked. Was this priest super high level or something? or did he know something we didn't?
"Hello," Ash said. "You wanted to do some kinda scan thing?"
"Yes, due to the…" the priest glanced down at Ash's shameless lack of pants. "…circumstancessurrounding your visit, we naturally need to make sure you're not some sort of monster in disguise."
"Do thoseexist?" I gasped. Doppelganger rape monsters, spooky.
The priest ignored me and continued, "I'm going to use an ability called [Status Appraisal, and then another one called [Sense Taint, is that agreeable?"
"Sure, do what you gotta do…" Ash shrugged.
The priest's eyes flickered with the white-gold colour I recognized as belonging to holy magic. His eyes widened in surprise.
"Greaterblessing of Vyreth?" he whispered nervously.
The priest looked at the rest of us. His eyes flickered with gold again whenever his gaze settled on one of us. When it was my turn, I felt a chill come over my body. It was uncomfortable, a deeply invasive feeling of being watched.
The priest turned back to Ash, "You all…came heretogether?"
"Uh… yeah?" Ash replied, a bit confused by what exactly the priest meant. "You know something about that, I guess?"
"I am a [High Priest] serving many gods, and Vyreth is one of them. I'm sure I don't know everything, but my Patron has given his most loyal followerssomeknowledge of your circumstances. Specifically, I know you are fromElsewhere,and you've been brought here through Lord Vyreth's miracles to help fight against the Taint."
"Ah, that's good to hear, you're absolutely right about that," Ash sighed in relief. "Say, can youPatronlend us some pants? We woke up in the woods this morning, butt naked."
"That is no problem, Trindon the Merciful teaches us to provide succor to those in need," he replied. "I can offer you some basic necessities to get you started, though I hope you won't take advantage of that generosity too much. This town, and my temple, has limited resources."
"Well, I'm planning to go hunt monsters as soon as I can find some pants and weapon. Is there any money in that? I'm sure the girls are planning the same…"
"Your aid is welcome, but the girls? Uuh…" the priest looked at us awkwardly. "Youdoknow why there aren't any female adventurers, right?"
"You mean the forest full of rape monsters?" I asked with a wry smirk. "Not a very female friendly place."
"Well, yes… but that is not what I'm talking about. Many male adventurers meet that specific type of inglorious end as well. Monsters merelypreferfemales. No, the real issue is your scent. Monsters are able to smell female Untainted from miles away, and are inevitably drawn towards them in a rutting frenzy. An adventuring party allowing female member to join would beincrediblyfoolish. Men are the protectors; women are the protected. Caravans containing females must travel under very heavy guard."
"Sounds like an efficient way to kill monsters, actually. Bait that can fight back," I said.
"You're really not from this world are you?" The priest gave me a pitying glance. "Power greed is the second most common cause of corruption and death for adventurers, right after the monsters themselves. Those who kill too many, too quickly, in a lust for power, will find the Taint taking root in their hearts. Though, I suppose with yourgreaterblessings, Vyreth's teachings on power greed don't apply to you directly. But the rest of us don't have that luxury. You won't findanyculling expeditions willing to take on a female adventurer."
"This is all wonderful information," Lysander said. "But perhaps we could continue this conversation somewhere indoors? While I dare not assume the others' opinions regarding casual nudism, I personally, would be much more comfortable wearing clothes in your presence."
"Yes of course, but ah… there is just one problem we need to solve first before I can invite you in," the Priest said, looking awkwardly at Chloe. "Theelf."
"Yeah, what's the deal with the whole enslaving elves thing, anyway?" Maddie asked.
"I guess you wouldn't know this, perhaps elves are thought of differently in your world? Inourworld, elves are one of many species of what we call, demihumans. They are, by definition, something between monster and human. There are many types, some more monstrous than others, but their kind areallTainted by their very nature, too wild and destructive to be left to their own devices in a civilized society. But unlike full monsters, they need not be killed. They can instead be domesticated and put to good use."
"I don't think that applies to Chloe, given where she came from," I pointed out. "There's no Taint in our land, and she's as civilized as the rest of us."
"I understand your reluctance, and you're of course welcome to your own beliefs. Slavery is commonly accepted in our society, but it is still a contentious issue in certain circles. Elves in particular are sometimes seen as 'too human' to enslave by those with more compassion than sense. I can tell you're not convinced, and I won't even bother to argue the merits of our system to you. Just know that the law of our land dictates all wild demis must be killed or enslaved on sight and that's not going to change anytime soon."
"I should also warn you, I am a church official, sworn to protect all Untainted from corruption and keep the peace." The priest gestured to Chloe. "Now that I've seen her, I can't just let her go. It would be a failure of my duty to protect and a violation of my Oath."
The priest looked me in the eye, with a cold stare, an unspoken threat implying I wasabsolutely fuckedif I tried to run away with Chloe now. Shit, there was no backing out of this now! I held her a little bit tighter, pulling her back against me possessively.
"Normally, a wild elf such as this, captured by a church official such as myself, would enter a public auction and be sold to the highest bidder. In your case, we can declare thatyoucaptured her. You would have the option of putting her up for auction, or registering her to yourselves as your personal slave. I presume you'd want to do the latter, yes?"
We nodded nervously.
"I'm afraid that's the best I can do for you," The priest bowed his head regretfully at Chloe, obviously expecting her to panic upon learning she was doomed to a lifetime of slavery.
Instead of panicking, she asked, "Can you register me to multiple masters?"
The priest blinked, a bit surprised by her completely unfazed response, "Um, yes, it can be done, for an additional fee. There would be only one primary master, though your masters can designate as many secondaries as they like. Secondaries have the same authority over the slave in most situations, except the primary has power of veto, with the final say on any decisions where one or more masters disagree."
"Oh… that works…. But who's going to be my primary Mistress or Master then?" Chloe looked around at us, a nervous smile on her face.
I wanted to say I should do it, since I'd been the one who had the crush on her before and still kinda liked her. Maybe I felt a little bit possessive. I wasn't sure that was a good enough reason, though. Maybe Lysander would be better? She was the logical one who would make the best decisions with her veto power…
"Tyler should obviously be primary," Lysander said, as if there wasn't any question.
"What? Why?" Maddie asked, slightly jealous.
"Tyler obviously desires to possess her. Likewise, while Chloe desires to serve us all sexually, she has a much stronger emotional attachment to Tyler. I believe she would feel most secure with Tyler holding ultimate power over her," Lysander blurted out.
What?Really?I thought back to her behaviour before. Yeah, with how much she enjoyed kissing me, I supposed it was sort of obvious in hindsight that she liked me.
Chloe looked over her shoulder at me, blushed, and smiled warmly, "D-do you want to be my Primary owner, Miss Tyler?" she asked me nervously.
I blinked in surprise. I most definitely did. I thought I'd have to argue and coax the others into it.
"Yes, I'd like that," I said with a nod.
Chloe offered me a relieved smile, and cuddled back against my chest again. Clearly this meant a lot to her, and I wasn't completely sure I understood the relationship dynamics involved with whatever weird arrangement I'd just agreed to.
"Just don't hog her too much, Tyler," Maddie said. "We'll be mistresses too, she belongs to all of us, right? I definitely want a turn with her."
I lookedat Chloe, who nodded at Maddie demurely, and then met my eyes to make sure it was okay with me too. Part of me wanted to keep her to myself, but that would be pretty hypocritical of me considering I was a wanton slut who'd just made out with literally everybody in our friend group and ate Lysander's pussy earlier today.
"Of course," I said. "She'll be ours to share."
"I suppose that's settled?" the priest asked, turning to Ash. "Are you sure you want to give your woman the reins? In my experience, women don't make the best slave owners. They're far too soft."
"Nah," Ash replied. "Tyler's a stone cold bitch, aren't you sweetheart?"
Sweetheart?I gave Ash a cold glare.
"See?" he replied.
"Right… well whatever. I'll warn you there will be a considerable fee for registering a slave, though I will defer that fee for now. Just know that once you have the means, I'll expect you to pay it. Now that that's decided, let's get you set up for the night. The temple rectory has a guest room you can borrow for now."
The priest called out to the guard who'd been sent to fetch him earlier. "Grab us some blankets from the barracks, would you? And a set of a manacles for the elf."
"Sir!" The guard bowed and jogged away.
"We'll get you some proper clothing at the church. The blankets should hopefully cover your modesty for now."
The guard didn't take long to return. The five of us humans were given scratchy brown woolen blankets to wear around our shoulders. Chloe was bound, hands in front, with a pair of heavy steel cuffs locked around her wrists, connected with a short chain.
I noticed there were only five blankets, "Does she get a blanket?" I asked, nodding to Chloe.
The priest looked at me with confusion for a moment, I realized he'd already stopped seeing Chloe as a person. "I… suppose we could grab another one for her too…" he said awkwardly, with a hint of reluctance.
"It's alright Mistress," Chloe said quietly, with a shy smile, "Modesty is for people, not slaves. Walking through town, with my body naked and exposed should help us all get used to my new position."
"Right then," I said a bit uncomfortably. "Guess we don't need another blanket."
"Shall we go then?" The priest asked.
He led us into the village.
It feltstrangely good to have a blanket draped over my shoulders, covering my tits and ass from prying eyes. I was looking forward to proper clothes.
Wait, would they offer me pants if I asked for them? There were some weirdly intense sexist undertones in this backwards society. Would they insist on putting me in a dress, for me to be a 'proper' lady? I didn't know how I'd feel about wearing a dress. Despite technically being female now, the idea of dressing and acting feminine just feltwrongto me.
I'd worry about that when the time came. What Ireallymissed, and what I wasreallylooking forward to getting, was some shoes.We'd been walking barefoot through spiky twigs and pokey rocks all day long, frommorning till dusk. My feet had been healed a couple times already, along with the rest of my body, but they were, once again, starting to hurt pretty bad. They were probably all torn up again. I'd have to get Chloe to kiss them better before bed.
There wasn't much to see inside the town. It was night now, the stars wereout in the sky, and the streets were fully dark. In a larger city, perhaps there would be some sort of street light system, either lanterns or maybe some sort ofmagical equivalent for electric lighting, but that was clearly too much of a luxury for a small town like this. We passed a few wandering townsfolk dressed like medieval farmers and tradespeople, but for the most part, we were the only ones walking the streets this time of night.
The buildings were mostly wood, with mortar and cobblestone foundations. None of the windows I could see had glass, but most of them had wooden shutters the occupants could close at night. Streets were narrow, and thebuildings were tall, two or three stories high, and tightly packed together like townhouses. Space inside the town's outer wall probably came at a premium.
The church, or temple, was the first purely stone building in the town I'd seen. The peak of its roof was an entire story taller than the rest of the town's buildings. It wasn't all that impressive compared to Earth's fancy gothic cathedrals, but it was a noticeable step up in fanciness from the surrounding buildings.
The temple was built in a fancier part of town, surrounded by impressivemansions on all sides. It sat on a large plot of land, with a small graveyard and various other buildings sharing the land with the temple itself. We didn't go into the temple-proper. Instead, the priest, Father Jordan, led us into a large, three story, wooden mansion along the rear edge of the lot. It was the church rectory, he explained, a home for all the acolytes, clergy and any other church officials that came to town. Currently there were two other [Priests] and ten or so acolytes living there.
When we entered the rectory house, the priest led us to some sort of cozy drawing room. There were a series of soft squishy couches, a table in the center, and a cold fireplace with some firewood stacked and ready inside. The priest took some sort of rune inscribed wand from the fireplace mantle and pointed it at the logs. With a shimmer of fire magic, a spark caught on the wood and started to grow into a warm fire.
We sat down on the couch. Lysander and Emi were squished in the middle with Maddie and me on the outer sides. Ash sat alone in a padded chair nextto us. Chloe, our naked, nervous, and newly enslaved elf, knelt on the floor at my feet, between my knees and facing away from me. Her wrists were still bound together in front of her with chains, and things would stay that way until we officially assumed ownership of her. She gently leaned against the inner side of my leg, seeking a bit of reassurance from my touch. I gently pet her head and she let out a soft coo of pleasure.
"Adam, Ethan," the priest called out. "Come down, we have some guests."
There were soft padding footsteps from upstairs, and two boys came down, entering the drawing room. They wore similar white robes to the priest, though I could see that their version was a simpler cut, with less adornment. They were clearly beneath the priest in rank, some sort of acolyte, or altar boy equivalent.
Both boys had blue eyes and smooth blond hair. They gave off slightly effeminate vibes, and I mentally catalogued them as 'pretty' rather than 'handsome.' They both looked to be brothers. The eldest looked to be in his late teens, just barely legal. I had to admit he looked kind of cute to my new body's tastes. The younger boy was an adolescent, looking to be around Emi's apparent age.
The younger boy looked at us with innocent curiosity, likely wondering who these half-naked weirdos showing up on their doorstep were. The older one blushed a bright red when he noticed that none of us girls had clothes on under our blankets. Feeling saucy, I loosened my grip on my blanket a little bit, giving the young gentleman a flash of my modest cleavage and thighs while still hiding the good bits from view.
As I'd hoped, his eyes locked onto my body, and he blushed even redder. I smiled, and suppressed the urge to cackle.Behold the power of the female body, mortal!Was I giving him an awkward and untimely boner beneath his robes? Good! My dark work is complete.Muahaha!
Did I want tohelp himwith that boner later? Hmm… perhaps. I was starting to accept the idea that this body might be bisexual, even if I still felt more comfortable with females for now. I wanted to experiment to see if I could properly enjoy a male partner, and an innocent scrawny choir boy would be a bit less intimidating a partner than mountain-man Ash.
Father Jordan gestured to us, "Trindon the Merciful has called upon us to grant succor to these poor penniless travelers. He calls us to nourish their bodies and provide safety from the beasts of the night."
"Yes Father," the boys both replied.
"Is there any stew left?" Father Jordan asked.
"Yes Father, shall we heat it up and serve some for our guests?" the eldest boy, Adam, asked.
"Yes," Father Jordan replied. "And perhaps mix upsome gruel for their slave too."
"Yes Father," the boys bowed, and walked away to the kitchen on the other side of the house.
"Wow, thank you for the hospitality," Maddie said appreciatively.
"Indeed," Lysander agreed.
"I am only following the teachings of Trindon, but you're very welcome," the priest replied. "Now then, let me get your slave's paperwork ready before we all get too tired."
The priest got up and left us to our own devices in the drawing room.
"Dibs on the choir boy," Maddie whispered across the couch.
"What?" I hissed back, "I was going to go for him, maybe…"
"You?Thought you didn't like dicks…" Maddie replied.
"Leave the boy alone,youstill owe me a blowjob," Ash grumbled quietly at Maddie.
"Oh right…" Maddie tapped her chin. "Pssh… That's only gonna take like, five minutes though."
"You're sounding confident…" Ash grinned. "I'll have you know, I have sixteen endurance."
"I don't think the stat meansthatkind of endurance," Emi said.
"Oh come on, how hard could sucking a dick be? Macho as you may be, you're still technically a virgin. For your first time, five minutes isgenerous." Maddie replied.
I wondered how wellIwoulddo if I tried. I'd sucked off a tentacle, not a dick, but it was sort of the same thing, wasn't it? I wondered how long the tentacle monster lasted between ejaculations, five minutes? It was probably longer. Did I do a good job? After my two-hour-longodysseywith the Rock Mimic, it was probably safe to call myself a gagging-face-rapeveteranat this point. By the end there, right before I was rescued, my gag reflex was just… gone, and I had no idea if it would ever come back. Did that also translate toactivelygiving blowjobs? Or was that a different sort of skill? I was pretty sure I could now swallow an entire hotdog without flinching. A fun party trick, if nothing else.
"Have any of youactuallysucked a dick before?" I asked.
I looked around at the couch full of formerly straight dudes, one bisexual dude who'd never had a partner before, and a lesbian.
Chloe quietly raised her hand.
"I meant like a human, not a squid or mimic or whatever," I added.
Chloe kept her handup, starting to blush pink.
"Oh yeah, you lost your virginityyoungdidn't you?" Emi said.
Chloe nodded shyly, "My mouth was used too. It was actually used more than my ass or pussy, because they didn't want a mess, or to make me pregnant."
Emi sighed, "That's a pretty fucked up thing to do to a kid."
"Um… I got used to it?" Chloe shrugged. "I guess the first few times were painful and scary. There was a whole gang of high school boys that used to hang out near my house, and every day after school, they'd make me their toy. They used me for a few years, before they graduated and moved on. I guess they were sort of bullying me, but I actually ended up enjoying it, eventually. It became a sort of treat at the end of the day."
"That's totally fucked up," Ash grumbled. "How are you notcompletelytraumatized?"
"Um… Maybe someone else would react differently to the same situation, but for me… I guess I got into it? Itdefinitelyinfluenced my sexuality. I knew they were using me for sex, that I wasn't their friend or anything, but it still felt good to make them cum. I liked to see them smiling after, all satisfied, and knowing thatI did that, thatIwas the source of their joy."
"I guess that's sort of empowering, in its own weird way," I said.
"It gave me a sense of fulfillment and purpose that I'd actually been missing ever since they boys graduated and left me alone. For the rest of my time in high school after that, and the start of college, nobody bullied me, sexually or otherwise, but I kinda wished they did? I felt a little empty without someone to please. Porn helped, but it wasn't the same. Being your healbitch during our tabletop games actually scratched that itch a little. Though I kinda wished you'd have grabbed me, forced me under the table, and made me suck you all before the game started. But I guess you didn't realize that, and the non-sexual roleplaying was still pretty fun."
I felt a pang of grief at the missed opportunity for under-the-table blowjobs. At least we had her now though, "I guess you're getting what you wanted now, being our slave."
"Y-yes, I hope so…" She stammered nervously.
"I, for one, plan to use you sexually, and I bet everyone else will take a turn or two.The only difference between now and before, is more pussies and fewer cocks. I'm sure you'll make us all plenty happy." I said.
"Thank you, I'll do my best," Chloe replied, with a strangely heartfelt smile.
"So, any words of wisdom for us?" Maddie asked. "Think Ash can hold out longer than five minutes from his first beejay?"
"Um… it depends… on a lot of things." Chloe said quietly, her big elf ears turning red as she blushed.
"Dotell…" Maddie said.
"Like… the guy… how long it's been for him… or what sort of mood he's in… how relaxed he is… and also, on you, you can finish it quick, or make it last a long time if you wanted to…"
Chloe smiled shyly, but I detected more than a little bit of confident pride in her eyes. These were the sage words of a true blowjob sensei.
"So ifyou,theexpertwanted to finish him quick, how long would it take?" Maddie asked.
"Me?" Chloe asked cutely, and looked over to Ash. "Um… if I really tried… maybe a minute? I guess it depends on Ash's mood, and how much he likes me. But unless he orders me to do it fast, I usually prefer to go gentle and make it last a while so I can, um… stay down there for longer. I like being on my knees, serving, and boys tend to put away their dicks once they're done."
"A minute?" Maddie said. "Them's fighting words! Want to make it a competition? You've probably got some skill, but this body has got somefabulousdick sucking lips,"
Maddie pursed her lips, and make a smacking noise with her mouth. I appraised her claim. Indeed, they were big lips, soft and pillowy. Not like, gross fake lip injections, butdefinitely softer and fuller than anyone else in the group. I supposed that made her better at sucking dick somehow? I wouldn't know. Only my ex-girlfiend had done that for me, and while she did afantasticjob, I had nothing to compare her to.
"If Master Ash orders a quick blowjob from me, I'll obey and do my best," Chloe bowed her head to Ash.
"Oh hell yes," Ash said with a happy grin. "Compete for me, my lovely harem girls."
"It would be difficult to make it a fair competition," Lyander said thoughtfully. "Whoever went first would have an obvious advantage."
"This is making me wish I still had a dick…" I sighed sadly.
"I know… right?" Emi added.
Chloe gently pawed at my leg, and looked up at me sadly, "Um… it's true I'm… a bit moreexperiencedwith dicks, Miss Tyler, but um… I've never served another girl, but I would try my best… if you ordered me to, of course. I think some of the skills might be transferrable?"
"Chloe, I've been meaning to ask, are youactuallybisexual? or are you just incredibly submissive and willing to let anyone paw at you." I asked.
"Oh…" Chloe blushed. "Well, as a slave it doesn't matter what I find sexy, I'd have to obey no matter what you made me do. But if you're asking whether I'mphysicallyattracted to girls? I've… never actually done anything with a girl, before kissing you at least. But… I think I liked it maybe? Honestly, I don't really know for sure, but I supposeI'll find out more when one of you decides to honor me by using my tongue."
Adam, the older acolyte boy, chose that exact moment to walk in on our conversation. He blushed red, and tried to pretend he hadn't just eavesdropped on that last bit. He gave me a gentle smile, and placed a bowl of stew on the coffee table in front of me.
"Thank you," I said, smiling with gratitude.
He smiled back shyly.
My empty tummy rumbled when I smelled the stew. Oh wow! I had no idea I was this hungry. It made sense, though. It was the end of the day, and this body had never eaten before. I supposed I'd gotten a stomach full of monster jizz, but that all vanished when I used Purify on myself so I wasn't sure that counted. I held back the urge to wolf down my bowl of stew before the others got theirs.
The stew was served in a wide clay bowl, with a wooden spoon. Adam, and Ethan, the little brother, brought us each a stew bowl.
Chloe didn't get one. I hesitated for a bit, waiting for the boys to bring out her meal, and realized it wasn't coming immediately. The others started eating. Chloe gave me a sad look, and bowed her head submissively to tell me it was okay.
"I assume proper etiquette in this world is to eat first, Tyler," Lysander pointed out, seeing my apprehension. "I presume they'll feed Chloe after an appropriate amount of time has passed."
Poor Chloe. She was probably starving too, and now she could smell our food. I felt guilty as fuck, but I picked up my stew and started eating. I was hungry, and I didn't want to piss off our hosts.
I was half done my meal when Chloe's bowl of gruel arrived. Ethan, the younger brother, placed it on the floor next to her like she was a dog. He seemed tense, as if he was ready for Chloe to pounce on him like a wild animal. Chloe merely bowed her head to him in thanks, and he smiled back warmly. The gruel was a brownish-greyish mush, served in a wooden bowl of a much less fancy quality than our own clay bowls. She didn't have a spoon or any sort of utensil.
She carefully gathered a finger full, and put it in hermouth, taking a moment to consider its flavour.
"How is it?" I asked.
"Not as bad as it looks," she said with a slightly forced smile. "Tastes a bit like porridge mixed with cardboard. I think I could get used to it."
"Probably a mixture of things that are nutritious but don't really taste good on their own, stuff like apple cores, corn cobs, wheat chaff, probably a few legumes thrown in for protein, that kind of thing," Emi suggested. "I assume there won't be anything too bad in there, I'm sure your average slave is an investment. You wouldn't want them to die on you from poisoning or poor nutrition."
"Good to know," I said.
Chloe continued to eat with her fingers, lifting the bowl to her chin, and scooping the slop into her mouth. The thought that she would be treated like this for the rest of her life was horrifying to me. I was pretty sure I'd be having a nervous breakdown if I was in her shoes. She wasn't exactly enthusiastic about her treatment, knowing this was all a bit too real and too dangerous to be just a sexy fantasy, but she seemed to be taking it well.
Father Jordan entered the room carrying a thick, rough sheet of paper, "Ah, sorry about that. I ran out of forms and had to go to the notary and interrupt his dinner to get these."
"Thanks for doing this," I said, hiding my uncertainty about Chloe's treatment.
"Here we go," the priest said, laying down the form on the coffee table.
He explained the document to us, and it would be quite familiar to anyone who'd bought a car before. It was basically a bill of sale. It contained a description of the slave, her appraised value of one hundred gold pieces, her current level and class at the time of signing, the names of her masters and mistresses, and a liability agreement we had to sign, claiming that we were responsible for any damage resulting from the slave's misbehaviour, including punitive damages should the slave slip free of our control.
Escape for reasons of owner negligence would result in a steep fine for us, but if we were found to have deliberately set her free, we could actually be sent to jail as punishment for undermining the system. There was also a bit about how we had to dispose of her body in a hygienic way, if she died accidentally or we decided to kill her.
Well, that was fucked up. Chloe's earlier words about her being at our mercy with no limits truly sunk in. We wereexplicitly allowedto kill her, so long as we did it responsibly. I shuddered.
Signing it was an interesting process. For those of us with the [Mana Manipulation] skill, it was as easy as channeling mana into a magical glyph on the page, stamped with a normal looking stamp, but using a special magically reactive ink. Apparently, the glyph would carry our unique magical signature, detectible by anyone with [Sense Mana] and was impossible to forge.
For Maddie and Ash, Father Jordan had to help them channel mana into their glyphs. The priest touched them on the wrist, and placed their fingers on the glyph. He then moved the mana inside their bodies for them.
There was also a spot for Chloe to register her magical signature. Usually the priest had to force the slave's mana out, like he did for Ash and Maddie, but Chloe, being a good girl, channeled her own mana into the document willingly.
"Good," Father Jordan said, standing up and taking the document away. "I'll just file that in the morning, put a collar on your elf, and everything will be nice and official. As of now, Chloe is legally your slave rather than my prisoner. That means you now take on responsibility for her actions."
Father Jordan addressed Ash specifically, "I know she used to be something of an equal, but I urge you to be firm with her and keep her in line. A slave thatdoesn't understand her place is a dangerous liability."
"Yes, we'll do that." Lysander nodded.
Father Jordan ignored her, and waited for Ash, the man of the group, to reply.
"Yep, we'll make sure she behaves herself," he confirmed.
"Ah, and as I mentioned before, there is a fee for slave registration: One gold, plus another five silver for each additional master designated, that's one gold, twenty silver. If you plan on hunting monsters, and collecting bounties on them, you should be able to make a very healthy living. That would be about a week's income, maybe two. So long as you use your divine gift for killing monsters, Ash, I'll consider this gold to be a good investment."
"I plan to. I already promised Vyreth to be a monster killer in exchange for my glorious dick." Ash replied.
"I… see," Father Jordan said awkwardly. "Well, I'll have one of the boys show you to your bunk room when you're done eating. I'll try to find you all some clothes by morning, and perhaps a weapon for Ash. What are you comfortable using?"
"I have a Skill for two handed swords," Ash replied.
"I'll see what I can find," Father Jordan said, walking to the threshold of the door, "For now, rest well, and I'll see you in the morning."
"Can you unlock her cuffs now?" I asked.
"That… is your decision to make, as her Masters," the priest replied hesitantly. "Just know that, without the tracking enchantment of a collar, she would be something of a flight risk, somewhat difficult to recapture should she run away. That would mean a steep fine for you should she escape."
Chloe bowed her head submissively, and raised her manacled wrists slightly, just enough to give me access should I choose to free her. She was hinting at her desire to be unbound, without doing anything as crass and disrespectful as actually speaking out of turn.
I wanted to set her free of course, even if she'd been lying about wanting to be our slave, I seriously doubted she'd want to screw over her only friends and try to survive on her own as a fugitive in a hostile rape-land. I was tempted to state my decision, but I remembered I was alowly woman. Instead, I just nodded to Ash to let him act as our mouthpiece.
"Yeah, it's okay, we'll take the cuffs off. Chloe's a good girl, right?" he said.
"Yes, Master. I won't go anywhere," Chloe replied.
The priest shrugged and went to get the manacle key. He unlocked Chloe's wrists, we thanked him again, and he retired for the evening. As a group, we quickly finished eating, and then Ethen came and guided us upstairs to our shared bedroom for the night.