“So, are you going to be the kind of pet that needs constant correction, or are you going to be a good Doll who is obedient?” Filnon asked, with a tone almost as if she was seriously asking. Though with her hands slid up Estaria’s dress and groping her breasts, it was hard to tell.

“What’s...the one...who rips out your lungs?” Estaria breathlessly asked. Between the intense pain and this wholly new sensation as the woman molested her, it was hard to think properly.

“That would be this one” Filnon then slid a hand down, and slipped it into Estaria’s crotch, her fingers entering her folds without any hesitation or foreplay. Having been a busy bee with soldiering, Estaria had never gotten around to doing anything related to pleasuring herself, or getting pleasured by others. So the sudden rush of emotions caught her wildly off guard. She made a most embarrassing noise and, as the fingers slipped deeper in and began to scratch her sensitive walls in a slightly arousing fashion, she found herself falling forward onto the woman, unable to keep herself up.

“I know I got a blessing from Atharti, but you are really loving this, huh? What, have you never done anything like this before?” Filnon teased, kissing Estaria’s neck and then nibbling it, slowly but surely progressing into an obvious hickey. “Either way, I am so glad I picked you up. Stole you off some Imperial Pirates who had in turn bought you off some shady guy in Marienburg. Humans are so willing to sell off their own kind for profit, huh?” Filnon spoke, with a voice of conviction such that Estaria couldn’t refute her words. But why? That….was not an answer she was likely to ever get. Instead, she just felt her body flush with heat, her crotch twitching and her nipples stiff with need. Filnn responded as Estaria desired, as she needed and between the arousing kisses across her neck, the fingers diving deep in her wet womanhood, and some strange sizzling tang come off those said fingers, it was not long before Estaria lost all control over her body and, with her legs turning into jelly, collapsed, her moan deep and passionate, before panting heavily, as if the whole thing had exhausted her. Her crotch was soaking wet and twitching, and she had spilled something on the ground in the throngs of pleasure.

“Serious talk for a moment. You listening” Filnon lifted Estaria’s head up after she collapsed to the ground, and stared into her eyes, until she was confident that the human toy was indeed listening. “This system has changed my head, and I don’t quite feel as...evil as I used to be. But my brothers and sisters have no such change, and so while I am willing to play with your brattiness, they will simply torture you for it. Do not provoke them, do not look at them, do not speak to them. I don’t want to have to drag you home because you looked at an angry Druchii and they decided to relieve you of a few ribs”

With her warning done, Filnon turned and left Estaria in her cage, the door closing behind her.

“Ohh, and no touching yourself. I’ll know~” Filnon then disappeared completely, leaving Estaria in a woeful state. At first, she wanted to disobey ride the wave that had come from Filnon, , but the pain that woman could and indeed would inflict upon her stayed her hand. And so instead, she just stayed on the ground, trying not to cry. But, that wouldn’t help anyone, and so with great force of will, she would just push it to the bottom of her mind and lock it away. Like that time she stepped on Esme’s cat. And just...dealt with the guilt for years afterwards. It didn’t mattre, if she could get out of here, and if she could get her thoughts in order. What she thought, was her Summons. Estaria could be incapacitated, but they could not. And between a dozen Ironsides and 6 Carroburg Greatswords, they could deal with Filnon. So with great effort she got up, leaned against the wall, and her heart plunged into new depths of despair as she saw a new icon.

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So she was alone. In a dank cell, with a collar around her neck that would incapacitate her with the most pain she had ever felt, were she to step out of line. Or were Filnon to find it amusing. Despair filled her and all she could do was just kneel there, unblinking until the door was opened again, and Filnon displayed a collection of restraints.

“Try not to resist. I’ll just have to smother you if you do and….I don’t really have time for that” Filnon fought with herself and eventually came to the dismissive conclusion, walking up to Estaria and clipping a metal belt around her waist. This belt then had a pair of manacles locked to it, and the manacles then locked to her wrists, She could barely move her hands, and her arms were just as restrained when a second set clipped around her elbows. The short-chained anklets were the last addition, and with that, she couldn’t get any leverage to use her incredible strength to free herself. Completely helpless, and at Filnon’s mercy.

Being dragged by a chain on her collar, she was forced to line up with over a hundred other slaves, though none of them were nearly as bound as she was. She was clearly treated as a dangerous creature. A pit-beast to be used for their amusement, the same as a Troll or Ork. Of course, if she ever got let off this collar, she’d show them just how dangerous she was. But for now, all she could do was wait, and watch. The platform in front of her, in front of all of them, held a man and three Druchii. The biggest one stepped forward when all the slaves had gathered, and began to speak.

“Every time we bring a new batch of you in, one of you feel like it is a good idea to go and rebel. There is an uprising, buildings are burned, and then you get killed and crippled in the dozens. At first, it was fun sport to splatter your blood against the walls. But now, we are sick of it. It is like an infestation of rats! You don’t put up a good fight, there is nothing to killing you, and we lose assets besides. So we have decided to keep a slave around for every new batch that came in. So you can all hold in your hearts and minds what we do to rebellious slaves” the Druchii then nodded to the two by the side of the slave, and then split his gut open with a precise movement. Amidst the blood and screams, they then perforated his bowel and sewed him back up. Watching him change colour, and then throw up bile as the bowel spilled into his blood-stream, watching a pile of black goo grow and screams of crippling agony...some slaves were unable to stomach it, and the stench of bile was mixed with that of puke and urine. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the man collapsed, and did not get back up. A few had fainted but were quickly roused by the Druchii, who forced every slave to watch.

And then, like it had been a poetry recital, several whips cracked around the shoulders of unlucky slaves, and they were harrowed towards a large, dilapidated prison, where they were tossed into a massive communal cell. Old slaves mingled with new slaves, and the grizzled, vicious looks - Humans were adaptable, but also impressionable, and slaves took on their Druchii master’s traits after a while - bode ill for the new slaves. Estaria was one of the last, as Filnon kept her out for one last kiss, and then to unhook her hands, though the anklets stayed.

“Try not to get into to much of a mess, pet” she then grinned and pushed Estaria into the building. Into what seemed like the mouth of hell.