As much as I would’ve hardly believed it, things really didn’t change that much over the next few days, compared to the last few days. For the last week, or so, prior to Laulaia putting the shackles on me, I’d been spending most of my time in my female form anyway, so the requirement to stay as a woman, while on our new task, really wasn’t much different than before.
At nights, Alaina and I alternated between cleansing boogermen that had wandered close to the temple, and soaking in the pool to recover as quickly as possible. During the day, I continuously worked magic upon the ever-increasing assortment of plants in the temple gardens, growing and harvesting from them constantly, now that Laulaia had the ring to store everything in. When I wasn’t working magic, I was soaking in the pool to recover my energy so I could work magic.
I can’t say nothing changed while we were hunting and cleansing the boogermen, while hunting various herbal plants, but most of the changes were simply trivial stuff, which Laulaia classified as, “proper slave training”. Honestly, I think it was mainly her flexing her new authority and having fun, but I couldn’t blame her for that. As long as I’m being honest, I would’ve probably did the same thing.
The first official rule of slave training, that Laulaia imposed upon both Alaina and me, was over how we sat. “Kneel with your legs together. Sit back with your ass tight on your ankles. Spread your knees wide. Arc your back slightly, and rest your hands on your toes. Hold that position; that should be how you normally sit from now on, and you shouldn’t move and break position if anyone touches, feels, or enjoys your goodies while you’re like that.”
Honestly, I think she could’ve went with a much simpler set of rules, to accomplish the same thing. Sit down, show it, and share it — that’s basically what the rule for sitting broke down to; and sleeping was basically the same, with the only exception being we laid back completely and kept our arms crossed under our head for a pillow.
Walking simply meant first learning to walk in the heels, but after a day or so, it became an exercise in walking properly in the heels. “Slow, graceful steps. Sway your hips slightly. Keep your hands out from the front of your body — don’t cover the best parts! Wiggle your back gently as you walk, so your breasts will sway and wave at everyone you meet. Don’t look people in the eye, and smile charmingly if anyone thinks you’re worthy enough to touch, squeeze, or smack on the ass, in passing.”
And, there was a lot of touching, squeezing, smacking, and teasing, from both the girls. I wasn’t allowed to do such things to anyone else, of course, but Alaina and Laulaia both indulged in teasing me with nearly every chance they got. Laulaia’s reasoning was that Alaina was already used to such things; she didn’t need to learn them, so she could help teach me instead.
You’d think learning to deal with such rules and constant harassment would be something hard to do, but surprisingly, it wasn’t. Whether it was the domination magic on the shackles, or the way Casper had built my female body, learning to sit and sleep in such positions almost came naturally. As a woman, my body was considerably weaker than its male counterpart, but it was also surprisingly soft and flexible. Even on the first morning’s rest — we tended to spend all night cleansing the boogermen, so the short time we rested was always after sunrise — I didn’t have any real issues sprawling and sleeping in Laulaia’s chosen position.
One important thing we did learn, during the time we were still cleansing plants, was more about the dominance effect on the neck collar. Direct orders, such as, “Rub my feet,” couldn’t be refused or resisted. Suggestions, and requests, however, weren’t as binding. “Would you rub my feet,” didn’t have that same irresistible compulsion to it, as a direct command carried.
And, once Laulaia became aware of the difference, she became much more careful choosing her words. In her own way, if one ignored the exception where she had fun creating a set of “basic slave etiquette” for Alaina and me, Laulaia truly went out of her way to not be demanding. Honestly, if I’d put the shackles on the girls, I probably would’ve been a lot more demanding with them, than Laulaia is.
If there was one thing which I could complain about — but I couldn’t, thanks to one of the first orders Laulaia gave me after putting the shackles on — it’d have to be over all the constant, unnecessary touching, squeezing, and fondling. Every time I’d walk past either of the girls, they’d grab one of my breasts and roughly grope it. If they could, they’d try to grip my nipple between their fingers and hold it as long as possible, until it was roughly pulled out of their grip. Then, I’d always get a nice solid slap across my asscheek once I’d walked out of their grip.
Sotting, or laying down, beside either girl, resulted in much of the same — constant rubbing, tugging, and caressing of my body. Neither of the girls had ever considered a breast to be a sexual object, so the best I could figure is it was simply a form of basic payback. I’d teased, squeezed, and stroked their breasts fairly consistently, so they were basically just returning the favor.
Enjoy it for the few months you can, girls! I’ve got a whole lifetime to pay you back for the excessive attention.
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Six days after we started, Laulaia happily informed us that we’d cleansed and collected all the proper plants. Alaina and I were rewarded with a nice, extended, period to rest and relax ourselves, while Laulaia worked on grinding, mixing, boiling, and combining various leaves, stems, and berries together, as guided by Casper’s voice in her mind.
On the morning of the seventh day, I finally got the proper herbs for a slave. Some thickly viscid paste, smelling oddly like stale blueberries, was smeared deep inside my woman hole, and up my rear. A stinking yellow gloop was rubbed all between my thighs, across my buttocks, and over my breasts. Taking off her gloves carefully afterwards, Laulaia passed them to Alaina, who carefully put them on, before repeatedly covering them in the same stinking paste. For almost an hour, Alaina alternated between pinching and tugging on my nipples, to deeply probing and exploring every inch of my vagina and anus, while always keeping that smelly yellow paste heavily smeared over every inch of the gloves.
As Alaina teased and aroused all my most private parts, Laulaia had her on duties to attend to. First, she brushed my tongue and teeth with a pungent cream she’d smeared on her finger. Then I had to swallow down some sort of acrid drink which burned my throat and stomach. Finally, Laulaia rubbed and washed some sort of shampoo all throughout my long hair.
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No explanation was given as to what anything was actually for, but after that we were done. It didn’t take very long after, before I understood what some of it was. Both the front and back of my bottom was much moister now than before, with no sign of either end drying out and cracking, no matter how much it was stimulated. My mouth produced more saliva, and my breath stayed cool and minty.
As soon as Alaina tugged my nipple, I could tell it was much more sensitive now, and it perked fully erect with just the slightest of breezes. When Laulaia slapped my ass in passing, it too was much more sensitive, as was my inner thighs and groin. Even when walking, I was suddenly aware of one leg rubbing against the other. If I had to guess at it, I’d say my arousal and sensitivity didn’t just double from normal — it felt a dozen times more intense to me!
As a woman, the goddess had made me curvy, sensitive, and easily arousable. As a slave, I was moistened, my sensitivity was exponentially upped, and I was made horny as hell. Basically, Casper had her wish — I’d truly been altered to become nothing more than an oversexed play-toy, like all the rest of her children. I suppose the hussy thinks I need to experience the life of one of her children, before I can teach and guide them to a different lifestyle.
To give Laulaia and Alaina credit, neither of them really changed their behavior, or treatment of me, from before. They didn’t seem to take any extra pleasure from watching me squirm and moan softly with each breeze that wafted by. They also didn’t seem to pity me, or feel overly guilty from their actions. By their actions, the slave herbing wasn’t anything more than a task to complete, before moving on to the main business at hand — going to retrieve and cleanse the lost amulet for Casper.
Resting that night was incredibly difficult for me, as I probably orgasmed a dozen times even without anybody touching me. Each time a wind drifted across my overly sensitive body, I trembled from head to toe with arousal. I couldn’t sleep. All I could do is try not to moan loud enough to disturb the others.
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“Good morning.” Arcing her back and stretching like a cat, Alaina was the first to awaken, the next morning. Crawling across the short distance between us, she snuggled up against my left side, resting her head atop my breast, using it for a pillow. Yawning lightly, Alaina licked and sucked on my nipple, while her fingers worked themselves erotically in and out, between my legs.
“Are you ready for tonight’s hunt?” Completely ignoring my heightened state of arousal, Alaina was attempting to start a casual conversation with me.
“Nuuuhhh…” All I could do is moan from the intense stimulation.
“Hey.” Alaina snapped the fingers of her other hand several times under my nose, attempting to catch my attention. “Focus now,” she whispered, softly, so as to not awaken Laulaia. “You’ve got to be able to separate your thoughts from your body. Either you learn to ignore the stimulus, or else it’ll conquer you and you’ll lose yourself completely to it.”
“How… how… how can you ign.. oooree… it?” My mind was on the edge of whiting out, from the intense sexual arousal. I’d long since lost count of the number of orgasms Alaina’s intense fingering had produced.
“You’ve just got to focus,” Alaina encouraged me. “Find one thing to focus on, outside your body, and force your whole mind into studying and analyzing every detail of that thing. Make your mind operate independently of your body.”
“Nuuuggghhh…. Why… Why’d Lau… do this… to meeee?” If I had to try and focus on anything, I wanted to focus on answers.
“Simply because you’re a true slave, for now, is the simplest explanation.” Alaina shrugged, trivializing my question. Never once did her fingers stop there endless attack on my ultra-sensitive private parts.
“But… it’s.. it’s…. UGGHHHHHHH…” My whole body was damp with sweat, as I violently orgasmed once again. “It’s only temporary,” I managed to gasp out, in a single breath, afterwards.
“Says who?” Finally stopping for a moment, Alaina stared directly into my eyes. “You agreed to wear one of the sets of shackles until Spring,” Alaina reminded me, and then stressed, “but was their ever an agreement to take them off then?” Relentlessly, she started her fingers back up again; this time, using both hands. One set of fingers was ravishing my front, while the other set started freely in on my backside.
“If you wear them until next Summer, won’t that meet the requirement to wear them until Spring? Or until next Winter? Or the rest of your life?” I was trying my hardest to follow what Alaina was trying to say, but the waves of stimulation surging throughout my bad made it difficult. “As a slave,” Alaina whispered, while nibbling on my ear, “you can’t ever count on being free again. Your freedom is no longer in your hands.”
“Now honestly,” Alaina admitted, licking inside my earlobe, “I imagine our lady will remove the shackles come Spring, if she’s able. You saved her life. Shared your breath with her. One can never forget such a debt as that.”
“Then why…. why do this?” Again, my body was quickly moving to another climax.
“Because you’re a slave for now,” Alaina repeated. “Because you might always be one, regardless of her best intentions. No one knows the future for certain. Because it furthers our long-term goals of survival in this world. Because a goddess seems to desire it. Because the rest of the people wouldn’t think anything about doing it.”
“You’re not just going to be a slave in private,” Alaina reminded me. “The shackles can’t be removed. You’re going to remain a slave even once we reach other people. They will expect you to be a slave; to be treated like a slave; and if you’re not, our lady is the one who will be punished for it.”
“Then… why.. why not you?” Gasping, I had to force the words out.
“The Lady of Life didn’t ask for me to be herbed,” Alaina chuckled. “She didn’t trade anything to have me done this way, so why would our lady do it for free? I’m certain if Laulaia could get a reward for doing me the same, she would, but that’s not going to happen.”
“Are… are you certain?” I moaned.
“Fairly certain,” Alaina shrugged, “for two reasons. First, I’m not her child, or chosen, so I’m not worth bothering with, in her eyes. And, second, I’ve already had most — if not all — of the same herbs as you. Though, perhaps, not in the same dose,” she admitted.
“Besides,” Alaina smiled, “I’m not a slave. I’m a life-servant. The same as I’ve always been.”
“What’s… difference?” No matter how much my mind desired even a few moments of relief, my body wouldn’t grant it under Alaina’s skillful touch.
“A bond-servant is a person who agrees to work for a period of years, to pay off a debt, or is punished into it. A slave is one who is owned by another, and can never be free,” Alaina explained. “A life-servant, like me, falls into the middle ground between the two, as I’m sworn to forever serve my lady. The law — at least in our land — basically considers us to be both a slave and a servant. Honestly, our lord, or lady, can treat and dress us as either, according to their current desire.”
“But.. what if… they have no… lifeser… ser… servants here?” Somehow, I finally managed to get the question out.
“Doesn’t matter,” Alaina shrugged. “I’ll always be my lady’s life-servant. Our souls are linked by magic, and oath. Even if these people won’t recognize it, I’ll just be Laulaia’s personal slave.”
“I.. I could be… be a per… personal slave,” I asserted.
“No,” Alaina told me softly, “you couldn’t. You’re a Daughter of Life, so the goddess already has one claim on you. It’s impossible for you to be someone else’s exclusively, so you can never be a personal slave. I’m Laulaia’s, so I can’t ever be exclusively the god’s. You’re Life’s, so you can’t exclusively be Laulaia’s.”
“Fuck.. me,” I cried, feeling utterly defeated by my life.
“I am,” Alaina whispered back, moving her mouth back down to kiss and lick all over my body, while her hands roamed and explored any nook and crevice they desired.