Evie stood in the center of the room, holding herself still. It was the first night since their plotting had begun that she and Master had a full evening for themselves, and Master intended to use it well. Stressed as her Master had been, Evie anticipated being the source of her relief in more ways than one. She and Master were in Lady Vesta's newly dubbed office, Vesta having long since turned in for the night.

  Evie, for the first time in weeks, was wearing a noblewoman's dress. She'd spent the better part of the st few hours getting it ready, ensuring everything was perfect. Her hair was tied up in an eborate braid, pinned by jeweled golden rods. She wore a corset beneath a ruby dress, one that clung to her hips and chest, toned arms bared by sleeves that ended just past her shoulders. Beneath her dress she wore stockings and ce panties, comfortable and practical for an evening of dancing. It was the kind of outfit that teetered on the edge of scandalous for the kind of woman Evie had once been, something that she would have worn to a ball where toying with the emotions of some poor fop was her goal for the evening.

  It was appropriate, then, that she was in the middle of becoming the woman she once was. Every other sve who suffered under the Divine Colrs were controlled physically, their bodies compelled to acquiesce to their owner's every whim. They could not, however, control the mind of a sve; that was beyond even the divine artifacts.

  Yet they had discovered something over the previous few weeks. Master's patron was Amarat, Goddess of Connections. And it seemed that unlike any other sve in the world, Master had far, far more control of Evie than she should.

  Even her mind.

  Her Master was walking in slow circles around her, speaking in low undertones.

  "You are listening to my voice," Master instructed, "because it is all you can hear. You are listening to my every word, meditating on them, internalizing them, making them your reality."

  Evie nodded, feeling the words grow louder in her ears. Like drumbeats they sounded, thunderous. All-encompassing.

  "You are going into a trance. Every time I give you an order, you are going deeper into that trance."

  Evie swayed on her feet, colr fshing repeatedly. Her thoughts, usually so precise, began to slip between her fingers. The world was growing simpler. Better.

  "You can see only me. You can think only of me. As I continue to speak, I will tell you of yourself, and the world around you. My words will become truth. My words will repce your world. Anything that doesn't make sense, you will ignore. Anything you can't ignore, you will rationalize."

  Evie was among nothing, seeing nothing. Only her Master existed in the void around her, footsteps pounding.

  "When I snap my fingers, you will awake from this trance, changed. If I snap twice, you will reenter the trance. When I tell you 'It's over', the commands given to you in the trance will no longer apply. But until then, the following is absolute truth."

  Evie wanted to lean forward, excited to hear her new Truth, but couldn't move a muscle.

  "You are eighteen again. You have no memory of the st four years, your most recent memories ending six months after your birthday. When you awake you will be nothing more than Lady Ellie, as you've always been. It is te at night, but your mother has sent you to this library to study. There will be one other woman in the room, but that is normal. She is studying, like you. You will begin by doing your best to study the books on the table."

  Evie nodded, or tried to. She still couldn't move, which was so sad. She wanted to nod. She wanted to show Master that she understood.

  "Good," Master said. Evie rejoiced. "Now you are falling deeper into the trance."

  Evie was. She could feel it, rushing up from below. An inky bckness sinking into her pores, tendrils tangling themselves in her mind. More commands came. She listened to them. She obeyed them. She always had. She always would. No matter what. She would obey.

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  Ellie shook her head, blinking away the cobwebs. She didn't know what Mother was thinking, sending her to study this te at night. It would be impossible for her to keep focus for long.

  She strode up to the table where the servants had id out her study materials, suppressing the frustrated sigh that bubbled up in her. There was another woman in the tiny library, a peasant, from the looks of her. She was exceptionally tall for a human woman, which had made Ellie think she was a noble for a moment, but no self-respecting member of the upper csses would wear such nonsensical clothing. Probably one of the street rats her mother's staff so liked to adopt, always ciming they had 'promise'. Really, the peasant's presence was a shame. Now she would actually have to pretend to study.

  Ellie elegantly tucked her dress to the side and sat at the provided desk, sliding the first book towards her to read its title. 'A Selection of Globally Significant Events: Effects Upon Sporatos'? Idiotic. No doubt Mother had chosen the book for just that reason, trying to drive home some inane point after whatever argument they'd had to justify this punishment.

  Ellie couldn't even remember why they'd been bickering, which was unusual.

  She must be more tired than she thought.

  Ellie began flipping through the opening pages of the book. Almost immediately, her focus was broken by the peasant across the room yawning, leaning back in their chair. Ellie's nose crinkled at the sight, privately sneering at the woman's ck of decorum. One would expect that someone who wore such thin shirts, particurly men's shirts, would know better than to press their chest out to the world like that.

  Ellie began to scan the text, not really absorbing the information. Her mind began to wander, thinking of the various balls she was to be attending over the coming weeks. She had more than enough dresses prepared, but some of the themes were yet to be announced, which could throw a wrench in her pns...

  The peasant sniffed and scooted their chair back, drawing Ellie out of her thoughts. It was unlike her to be so easily distracted, but it wasn't like this was a task worth focusing on. She turned back to her book.

  She shifted in her chair, trying to find a comfortable position. The old wooden contraption that the servants had put out for her was determined to dig into her backside from any angle, making it impossible to get comfortable. She gnced over at the peasant once more. Starlight, falling in through the window, was shining through a lock of bck hair that had fallen out of its pce. As she watched, the peasant tucked it back, giving Ellie a better view of her striking face.

  And the chair, she reminded herself. The far softer chair that was at the same desk as the peasant, unoccupied. It looked so much more comfortable, but it regrettably wouldn't fit under her smaller desk. A shame, but nothing worth crying over.

  Ellie spent a few more minutes failing to focus, shifting back and forth in her seat. It seemed that with every passing minute the ancient seat grew new barbs, digging into her flesh with vindictive hooks. Finally, standing with a dignified sigh, she headed over to the other table.

  She gred at the peasant as she set her collection of books down on the table, daring her to say a word. The peasant girl gnced up only to smile welcomingly, pushing the chair out for Ellie with her foot. For some strange reason, Ellie felt her heart beat just a bit quicker. She sat down, returning to her novel. Just when she'd felt assured the strange woman really did know her pce, the silence was broken.

  "Do you need a light?" The peasant asked, offering to light a second candle for Ellie. Her section of the table was awfully dark, so she nodded.

  "If you would."

  The peasant tipped two candles together, sparking a fme. She handed the newly lit one to Ellie, who reached out to grab it.

  Their fingers brushed against one another. Ellie felt nothing but the slightest graze of warm skin against her own, but it jolted her hard enough to make her hand jump. Ellie dropped the candleholder, spilling melting wax across the back of her hand.

  "I'm sorry!" The peasant excimed immediately, righting the candle before it could light anything afme. Before Ellie could even respond the girl snatched a square of cloth from her breast pocket, gently lifting Ellie's hand to wipe away the already cool wax.

  That strange tingle, the current that ran off the peasant's skin onto her, pulsed harder. It took all of Ellie's composure just to keep herself still as the woman dabbed away the wax.

  Whatever it was, she'd never felt anything like it. Everywhere the woman touched her hand, even for the briefest moment, it felt like the feather touch of a dozen soft quills. Electric, but it didn't hurt, ticklish, but she didn't ugh. Ellie could only stand it for so much longer before she snatched her hand away.

  "That's quite alright," she snapped, more irritated than she'd meant to sound. "Thank you for the candle."

  "You're welcome?" The peasant replied hesitantly. Though taken aback, the peasant wasn't intimidated by Ellie's harsh tone. The woman merely folded the cloth away as she returned to her book.

  If there'd been difficulties with Ellie maintaining her focus before, her present state made it an impossibility. Her right hand felt like she'd just freed it from ice water, sensitive to even the wind floating off her book as she flipped the pages.

  What had it been? Ellie had never felt something like that, and it certainly didn't fit the description of any of the hostile spells she'd been trained to identify. It seemed to be an effect unique only to the woman sitting beside her, some property of her skin or innate magic unknown to Ellie.

  She observed the woman out of the corner of her eye, evaluating her at a gnce, as she'd been trained to do. Her dark bck hair, tied into a ponytail at the moment, had been well taken care of, implying she hadn't been truly poor before being found by Mother's staff. Her fine silken shirt was likely on loan from the estate, but what an odd choice it was for a woman. White and so thin it might be sheer under the right light, it was buttoned up only to her colrbone, like Ellie had seen men at court do when their drink was beginning to affect them. Ellie's eyes traveled down, heart skipping a beat as she gnced at the woman's prodigious breasts. She very clearly wasn't wearing a corset or brassiere, because her nipples pressed against the fabric. Ellie batted away her blush, continuing her evaluation. The peasant's legwear was as strange as her shirt, opting for a foreign-style skirt, pleated and short to the point of scandal. It didn't even brush against her knees, which meant that Ellie could see the long, defined legs that dangled under the desk...

  She chewed her lip as she pretended to read, debating. It was quite likely that whatever strange ability the woman possessed was the reason she'd been allowed onto the property, plucked off the street by her mother's staff to explore bizarre possibilities. And if that was the case, it wouldn't be out of pce for Lady Ellie to inquire further. Which was the only reason, of course, that she set her book down and gently cleared her throat.

  "Yes?" The peasant asked after a moment, looking to Ellie. She wasn't even the slightest bit daunted speaking to a noble, something that excited- no, not excited- intrigued Ellie.

  "I am Lady Ellie, heir to the estate. As we seem to have found ourselves in the same library, I would know your name."

  "Sara," the woman said, offering a hand to shake. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Ellie."

  Ellie stared down her nose at Sara. The handshake was beneath her, and she did not want a repeat of the first incident. "What brings you to our grounds?" She asked, carefully scanning Sara's expression for any sign of duplicity.

  "I was brought on to assist the staff. I've got a few handy talents under my belt, specialized enough that they thought I was worth hiring."

  There was something about the woman's voice that had Ellie wanting to lean in closer, a husky smokiness that pushed the concerns of life to the back of Ellie's mind.

  "And what are these talents you speak of?" Ellie asked, feeling her usual haughtiness slip away.

  "Oh, there's a good few," Sara said, leaning back in her chair with hands behind her head. Once again, the posture pressed her breasts against the silk shirt, highlighting things that were difficult to ignore. "I'm handy with all kinds of weapons, and I'm well-read for someone outside the nobility, but that's not worth much. I really got hired because of this unique skill I have, one passed down through my family. Something I've always had, y'know, but hadn't realized was worth writing home about until recently."

  "I see," Ellie said, keeping careful, measured eye contact, not letting her attention wander south for even a moment. "Something to do with touch, I presume?"

  Sara's eyes rose. "How'd you guess?"

  Ellie raised her right hand demonstratively. "I felt it a moment ago, when you were cleaning the wax. A strange sensation, I must say."

  Sara, of all things, licked her lips. Ellie was struck by the sudden thought that she shouldn't have revealed that information, but she couldn't tell why.

  "You felt it?" Sara asked, shutting her book. Ellie gnced at the title.

  Advanced Elements of Psychosomatic Compulsion: Physical Control

  Ellie dropped the hand, smiling with a practiced shrug. "Maybe. It was likely just my imagination."

  "I don't think it was," Sara said.

  "Well, what should it feel like?"

  "Like butterflies on the skin, or mini feathers tickling you."

  Ellie chuckled to hide her nervousness. "That does sound strange."

  "Tell me what you felt," Sara said.

  "Something like static," Ellie answered immediately, unsure why she was being so honest. "I thought it was quills brushing against my hand."

  Sara's smile took on a darker hue. "That was it, then. Would you like to know what my ability is?"

  "No. I'd really rather go back to studying," Ellie said, staring down at her book.

  "It's encouragement. Compulsion. Giving orders that must be followed."

  Ellie froze.

  "It's pretty helpful when it works, but I can never tell who it'll work on. Maybe one person out of a hundred, I'd guess. But when I've found someone it does work on, all I have to do is touch them. After that it'll work on them forever."

  "Preposterous," Ellie breathed, trying to convince herself.

  "It certainly sounds like it, but it's true. Sometimes I can even tell who it will work on before I've even spoken to them. For the st few minutes, have you found yourself struggling to focus, distracted by me?"

  "No."

  "See, I don't think that's true. Answer the question again, but honestly this time."

  "You're right," Evie gasped, the words pulled from her throat. She kept speaking even as she tried to stop, clenching the book in her hands. "I kept stealing gnces at you, thinking about your clothes. I kept thinking about you, wondering about your clothes, your hair. I didn't even know why."

  Sara's smirk was downright predatory. "Oh, how wonderful is this? The heir to the whole house, wrapped around my finger."

  Ellie threw her chair back as she rocketed to her feet, gring down at the woman. "I will have my guards-!"

  "Quiet now," Sara said, putting a finger to her lips. "It's a library, Lady Ellie."

  "-arrest you on the..." Ellie's words trailed off as she realized her shout had dropped to a speaking volume. She put a hand to her throat, trying to yell, but all that came out was her normal voice.

  "See?" Sara said, spreading her arms wide. "All mine, now."

  Ellie drew her hand back in a balled fist, pnning to knock the damnable peasant out cold on the spot.

  "Freeze."

  Ellie froze. Her entire body went rigid, halfway through a swing that should have left the peasant sprawled out on the floor. Instead Ellie could only breathe, blink, and watch. Sara stood, proving herself as tall as she'd seemed on first gnce. The peasant began slowly pacing around Ellie, gaze crawling up and down her body. The woman quickly disappeared out of sight.

  "Slender, toned," Sara appraised, voice coming from behind Ellie. "Clearly values her physical fitness, but not to the point of exclusion." Fingers dug into Ellie's ass, feeling her up without shame. "Just the right size in all the right pces. A damn fine woman, really. And a feline?" Sara whistled appreciatively. "I'd heard about how good your types looked, but to see it myself? Amazing."

  Ellie wanted to scream, or run, or fight, but she could only stand.

  Sara completed her circle, crossing her arms before Evie. "Now, if I let you go, will you behave?"

  Ellie tried to scream 'murder' with gaze alone.

  "Of course not. We'll have to start with some basic conditioning, then." Sara stepped forward, brushing an errant hair from Ellie's cheek. "You can't ever try to hurt me, or even defend yourself from me. You can't call for help. You can't go through the door unless I allow it. If someone else comes in, you'll act like everything's normal, and if they suspect something isn't, you'll do everything in your power to convince them otherwise." Sara stepped back, thinking. "That should about cover it, I think, but let's make sure. Tell me how you're pnning to get out of this."

  "Dive out the window," Ellie whispered immediately, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.

  "Ah, I should have thought of that. But damn, the window? This is the third story. You're more determined than I expected. I'll be more vague in the future. To crify, you can't try to escape me at all. Now tell me, do you have any other ideas to break my control?"

  Like bile rising up from her gut, Ellie spat out the word, "No."

  "Good, good. If you think of any further ways to escape my control, you will stop what you are doing and inform me as soon as possible, then wait frozen until I've given you further orders." Sara rubbed her hands together, looking for all the world like a woman about to unwrap a gift. "You are unfrozen."

  Ellie immediately sagged, muscles strained from holding one position for so long. She caught herself on the desk, gring up at Sara. Tears welled further in her eyes, but she didn't cry.

  "What are you going to do with me?"

  "Well, whatever I want, right?"

  "Clearly," Ellie spat, voice raised as loud as she was allowed. "But what in particur? Rob my family blind, use our connections to settle old grudges? What's your goal with me?"

  "Oh, you think way bigger picture than I do," Sara said approvingly. She took a step forward, reaching a hand out. Ellie flinched back, hands thrown up in a defensive posture that they both knew was toothless. "I didn't expect to get control of you. Until a few minutes ago, I was just going to work for your family, help with interrogations or something simir. But when an opportunity like the heiress falling under my control presents itself? I'm not stupid."

  "What," Ellie repeated through clenched teeth, "Will you do with me?"

  Sara hummed, finger on her lips as she considered. "I'll start with your body. It's a very nice one, as I'm sure you know."

  "Bastard," Ellie spat.

  "Aw, don't worry, I won't force you to do anything against your desires. I'm just going to change what you want."

  "You can't alter who I am," Ellie said immediately. "Only the gods can delve into the soul."

  Sara chuckled. "Probably true. But the body's a lot easier of a target, isn't it? I think I've got a pretty good head start. Mind and body are intertwined, after all, and starting tonight, I own your body."

  Ellie, to her own private horror, felt a spark of arousal shoot to her core. To have her body owned by someone else? Not even her mother could make that cim. To be bound to another, completely subservient, a sve to their every whim? Ellie imagined herself on her knees for the peasant, waiting with bated breath for her next command. It made her shudder. She would never be that.

  "You can try," Ellie growled. "But I won't bend to you."

  Sara clicked her tongue in sad disapproval. "Ellie, Ellie, Ellie. You really think you're the first person I've done this to? Don't be silly."

  Ellie started to stomp across the room, putting distance between them. The peasant spoke.

  "Let's try this again, shall we? Sit back down."

  Ellie felt her legs pivot, taking her back to her chair.

  "From this point forward, you will follow my commands, but not remember hearing them be given."

  Ellie sat down, waiting irritably for the peasant to say something further.

  "You will forget the past few minutes, your st memory starting right after I cleaned the candle wax off your hands, but all the commands I gave are still in effect. You will remember those minutes only when I say the phrase 'remember cherry'. Resume trying to study, like you were."

  Ellie took her hand back from the peasant, checking that no wax remained. Her heart was pounding, for some reason, as if the woman's mere touch had sent her into palpitations. She shook the hand out, returning to her book.

  "As time goes on, you will slowly grow warmer, more aroused. You will want to remove your clothes to solve this problem."

  Ellie kept flipping through the pages, eyes gzing over. She could understand why she'd never used this library before; it was unbearably stuffy. If that woman hadn't been here, she would have freed herself from the fanciful dress she was trapped in. She tried to split the difference, fanning herself by popping the colr of the garment.

  "Is it too warm in here, My Lady?" The peasant asked.

  "Yes. An awfully stuffy room, isn't it?"

  "A shame it's too warm outside to open a window."

  "Quite."

  They both studied in silence for a few minutes longer, Ellie growing hotter all the while. The peasant, infuriatingly, looked perfectly comfortable despite the sweltering heat. Ellie wanted to go to another room, but every time she thought of leaving, the idea fizzled out, because it was best to stay in here. She was supposed to. She knew that.

  Ellie began pulling at her dress, shifting in her seat so she could draw its hem further up her legs.

  "You don't notice me looking at your body."

  The peasant didn't look, so she grew bolder, hiking her dress up above her knees despite the felt phantom gaze she felt crawling across her thighs. The extra air helped for a while, fresh against her skin, but it also revealed another problem.

  Cool air blew against her panties, shockingly cold against the wetness that was growing there. In an instant Ellie recognized the strange heat that had taken her.

  Arousal.

  She didn't know why, but she was shockingly aroused. The bizarre buzzing still rang in her hands.

  "Are you alright, My Lady?" The peasant asked. "You keep shifting in your seat."

  "Yes, I'm fine, it's just..." Ellie shifted, thighs rubbing together. "It's nothing. I'll be alright."

  "If you say so," the peasant said doubtfully.

  Ellie kept focusing on her book, trying to force thoughts of the heat that was spreading through her body from her mind. Now that she'd recognized it as arousal, she could feel it emanating from her core, pulsing in waves. She was trying to resist it, she really was, but every second it rose higher and higher, until sweat began to bead on her brow.

  "Peasant," Ellie snapped as she finally broke, looking to the girl.

  "Yes?"

  "Look away, will you? It's these clothes, I think I may be having a reaction to the-"

  "No. You don't remember telling me to look away. You're too embarrassed to say anything, so you'll just strip without a word, like you're daring me to say anything."

  Ellie's resolve broke. She tried to reason to herself as she went to grip the hem of her dress, trying to find any other solution. To be undressing in front of a random woman, much less a peasant, was absurd! She was the heir to house Eliah, richest in the kingdom, not some tavern whore lost in her drink. But she couldn't leave the room, for some reason that she was absolutely certain of, and she knew that removing her dress would stop the heat from rising. She had no other choice, didn't she? She had to.

  Steeling her will, gring furiously at the peasant girl from the corner of her eye, Ellie began to pull the dress over her head. She couldn't believe what she was doing, even as she did it, but it was the only way.

  The peasant girl may have known her pce well enough to stay silent, but she still had the gall to watch. Her expression grew hungry as Ellie removed the dress, slipping her arms from the sleeves and shucking it over her head. Ellie was grateful she was still wearing her corset, covering her breasts, but there was nothing to be done for her now-exposed panties. She could feel that the wet spot had spread, soaking the material to the edges of her thighs. She kept her thighs tightly squeezed together, hoping to keep it hidden.

  "Keep your thoughts to yourself, peasant," Ellie snapped preemptively. "You should pray thanks to Amarat that you're even allowed in my presence, much less when my dress is off."

  The peasant, oddly, ughed. "I give my thanks to Amarat every day, My Lady. To be in your presence is just another blessing."

  Ellie huffed, white knuckles gripping the edge of her book. With her dress gone the abnormal heat seemed to have abated, at least somewhat, but the arousal remained. She shivered with anxiety at the situation she'd found herself in, both relieved and infuriated that the peasant was taking her frankly bizarre behavior in stride. With the dress gone, though, maybe she could-

  "Your chair begins to grow uncomfortable, worsening by the second, and you can't see any others in the room beside the one I'm sitting in. You know that it's normal, thankfully, for Ladies to use their servants as seats if the need is there."

  -have found something resembling normalcy, but the damnable chair was digging into her. She shifted once, twice, trying to find a better way to sit, but there wasn't one.

  Ellie jumped up with a yelp. It had felt like she was sitting on jagged gss, the awful chair conspiring to stab her half-bared ass. Shoving it away from the table disdainfully, she took two steps towards Sara.

  "Scoot back," she snapped. The peasant looked up at her, blinking in mock confusion. "I'm going to use you as a chair," Ellie expined irritably. "You may not be my servant, but you won't dare disobey a Lady."

  "If you insist," Sara said, scooting back. Ellie took a few steps forward, awkwardly positioning herself until she could sit on the peasant's p. She felt the wet patch of her underwear press against the front of Sara's pleated skirt, but she was past the point of caring. Let the peasant take it home and cherish ter. Whatever. Maybe it would be good for her to have a memento of someone with worth to carry around.

  She awkwardly rocked forward as Sara tugged them back up to their books, arms wrapped around Ellie to grip the table's edge. Ellie had to reposition herself after the movement, trying to ignore the feel of a warm body beneath her.

  "This is why I hate using staff as chairs," Ellie sniffed. "Keep yourself steady if you want to make yourself useful, peasant."

  "Yes, ma'am," the peasant answered dutifully. Then, in a voice unheard by Ellie's conscious mind, "Every gncing brush of your pussy against me feels amazing, better than any time you've touched yourself, but it's not enough to cum. You can only finish when I do."

  Ellie, for the thousandth time that night, opened her book try and read. The motion, however, required her to adjust herself slightly. Her panties brushed against Sara's leg, and what followed made Ellie gasp.

  A shock of pleasure, unlike anything she'd felt before. It hit her like lightning, a dizzying bolt of tingling sensation. She had to throw her weight onto the table just to keep herself from falling, and she didn't even care that the peasant probably felt her shaking.

  "Are you alright, My Lady?" Sara asked.

  "Q-quite alright," Evie managed between breaths. She'd frozen her hips, preventing anything from worsening, but she knew that if she straightened--

  It hit her again. The subtlest little grind against her pussy was enough to have her cws extended, digging into the wood of the desk. She felt, to an extraordinary shame, a mewl slip through her clenched jaws.

  With her posture corrected, however, she could avoid it. If she just sat still, she wouldn't have to feel that sensation again. She kept herself frozen, staring at nothing, mouth hanging ever so slightly open as she panted. Yes, she decided, she could do this. Just stay still, and she wouldn't feel it again. That aching, toe-curling pleasure, like nothing she'd ever felt before. Something, she somehow knew, that she'd never feel again, because it was that peasant girl making her feel it.

  Ellie's hips shifted. She didn't even want them to, but her body rebelled. She let out the quietest whimper, the world around her growing distant. The slow rub of her lips along Sara's leg had her shaking, shivering, panting, like her body had finally been allowed to fulfill a need she'd never known about.

  "Lady Ellie?" The peasant asked, breath hot against her ear. "Are you sure you're okay?"

  Ellie couldn't respond. She'd reached as far as she could grind forward, and a part of her knew she should stop, knew that she should calm herself, but she couldn't. Her hips began the slow grind backward, her lower lip quivering as she failed to keep her whine in.

  "I-I can't stop," she whispered. "I can't stop myself, please, peasant, I don't know why, but I can't stop."

  "Then don't," the peasant answered, sounding for all the world genuinely concerned. "I'll help in whatever way I can. Do what you need to do, My Lady."

  Ellie did.

  She abandoned all pretense, straddling Sara's leg openly and shoving her sex against it. The satisfaction of it had white stars bursting into her vision, but it still wasn't enough. She reached down and shoved her panties to the side, then lifted herself away for an agonizing second so she could rip Sara's skirt out of the way.

  When she pressed back down, the heat of her lips grinding against Sara's bare skin, she finally lost control of her voice. Her head fell to the side as she whined loudly, her tail falling limp. She began to move, sliding back and forth, panting heavily in the stale library air.

  But it still wasn't enough.

  She kept grinding, gripping the table edge for bance, with each twitch of her body sending another bolt of pleasure through her. She ground against Sara like an animal in heat, desperate for anything to cool the fire in her, and every movement was indeed rewarded with another nguid dose of blinding sensation. Even still, she couldn't reach her peak, even when she brought her own hand down to her clit, rubbing tight circles in a vain attempt to find relief.

  Why? She asked herself as she whimpered. Why am I doing this?

  She was Lady Elliah, heiress to the greatest fortune in the kingdom. She could wrap men and women alike around her finger with the barest of gnces, was trusted by the king himself to mediate deals between feuding lords, and yet here she was, tears at the corner of her eyes because of a peasant girl's thigh. It didn't make sense. It shouldn't be true. But she felt it all the same, that unending burn in her that could not be put out.

  Until, when her hips ground backward, she felt something press against her. Something thick, something rising. She turned around and saw it, her vision blurry through the tears of pleasure.

  A cock. Sara's cock, rising up to greet her. As soon as she saw it, she knew. She knew what it would take to free her of this maddening bliss and finally send her over the edge.

  "I-I can't," she whispered. "It w-won't. Not that."

  "I know you can," Sara replied encouragingly, voice husky. "I think it will help."

  No. She couldn't. She shouldn't. To impale her herself on that length would be the ultimate debasement. She was Lady Ellie, not a whore in heat, taking anything into her body just because she thought it might get her off, consequences be damned.

  But isn't that just what you're already doing? A voice whispered in her mind. Grinding yourself on a peasant's thigh, mewling into the air like an alley cat. What's another step further, when you've already sunk so far?

  Ellie reached out a hand, wrapping it around the middle of the shaft. Sara gasped, hips shifting, but Ellie was deaf to it. She could only feel the pulse in that cock, feel the way it twitched under her touch.

  So warm. So big. So close to her, just waiting for her.

  She could feel her willpower fading away. As she pushed backwards she felt that cock run up against her ass, hot against her skin. She bit her lip, trying to control herself, trying to come up with a lie so good she could convince herself she didn't want this.

  And she failed.

  "Thi- this is not normal. You cannot tell anyone of this, you understand me?"

  The peasant's hands wrapped around her waist, encouraging her to lift up. Sara moved with her as words slipped into Ellie's ears.

  "I won't tell anyone, My Lady. Tonight is ours alone."

  Ellie couldn't respond. She could barely even make the effort to lift herself off Sara's leg, an ache immediately filling her at the loss of contact. It was worth it, though, she told her shaking knees, because of what would come next.

  Sara's cock brushed against the edge of her panties. She felt it throbbing between her legs, massive and ready. She shoved herself back, seeking more of that heat, but overshot, whining as the shaft rubbed along her.

  "Slow down," Sara said, hands reaching for Ellie's hips. She felt herself being positioned, handled like an object, like a toy, but she couldn't even find the breath to protest. All she could think of was her own pounding need.

  "Please," she whispered to the open air. She could feel Sara's breath on her neck, her nails on her skin, but she still hadn't gotten what she needed-

  Ellie's panties were brushed to the side. She held her breath as she waited, freezing in pce obediently.

  Ellie's lower lips split, allowing the intrusion of something warm. She shook, barely keeping her composure.

  "Please," she repeated breathlessly. "Please, just get it over with."

  The head advanced. She felt it split her open, a fullness traveling up her that couldn't be faithfully described. She clenched around it, feeling her walls seize. Sara groaned against her, still holding her in pce.

  "It's best to go slow, for your-"

  Ellie hadn't the mind for slow. She pushed back, shoving against the hands holding her, wanting to end this miserable, pleasurable torment. The cock piercing her embedded itself further, filling her, taking her as its own.

  "Ooohhhh...!"

  "Fuck," Sara grunted against her. "You're so tight."

  "Just... just do it, peasant," Ellie said. "Just get it over with."

  "F-fine. You want it? You'll g-get it."

  Ellie's first true cry of the night spilled out. With a single thrust Sara buried herself to the hilt, finally filling her in a way she'd never known she needed. Every part of her felt afire, pleasure radiating to her fingers and toes as her back arched, corset slipping lower down her frame. She twisted in pce, toes curling, every exertion spreading another fvor ecstasy through her body.

  "Ellie?" Sara whispered. "Remember cherry."

  Ellie pushed her hips forward, looking for the friction she knew she needed.

  "Lady Ellie?" Sara grinned. "Don't you remember? That fiery determination, all that confidence?"

  "You fucking peasant," Ellie spat, throwing her hips back. "You said my body was yours to use. Prove it already!"

  Ellie felt herself thrown forward, bent over the desk. A hand nded on the back of her head, pressing her to the wood.

  "Good girl," Sara panted. She thrust hard, eliciting another whine from Ellie. "Good girl. Take it. Take it for me."

  Ellie cried out a wordless response, mind shattering as Sara finally began to move in her. It was everything she needed, everything this evening had been building towards. She writhed and twisted on the table, the only strength left in her belonging to legs that threw herself closer to Sara. Her tongue fell out of her mouth as she was fucked, cheek pressed to the wood.

  "God, you're so. Fucking. Tight." Sara grunted.

  "Faster," Ellie demanded. "Faster, peasant."

  There was the snapping of buttons, then the feel of bare breasts against her back, breath in her ear.

  "You want it that bad? Tell me what you are."

  Ellie whined, eyes fluttering.

  "Go on. You know it. Say it for me, say it and I'll give you what you need."

  "I'm yours," Ellie moaned. She was rewarded by a harder sm of Sara's hips against her ass. "My body is yours." Another smming push. "I'm yours to use. I'm yours to please. Use me, fuck me, whatever you want, I'm just your fucking sve." The thrusts came faster, harder, and Ellie found her train of thought running away, words spilling without thought. "I'm here to please you. I'm here to be bred by you. Fucked by you. I'm your foot rest, your cock sleeve, your whore. Just keep giving me that fucking cock and I'm yours, please!"

  Sara's pounding against her reached a fever pitch, filling the air with the sound of their sex. Ellie moaned into the wood, sinking into the moment, any thought beyond Sara's cock filling her vanished.

  She could feel her orgasm building. Like a tsunami it rose, growing higher in her, a pressure fit to blow. Sara's own breath came faster, moans pitched higher, and she gained a stutter-stepping jerkiness to her thrusts.

  "Cum in me," she panted, demanding. "Cum in me, fill me up. Empty yourself into me, fuck me senseless, cum in me, Sara, cum in me."

  "Fuck," Sara gasped, her grip against Ellie's head trembling.

  "I need it so bad, you don't understand. I need to feel you cum in me, I need to feel you fill me up. Cum in me, Master, please!"

  With final shuddering thrust Sara buried herself deeper than she'd ever been before, piercing Ellie so deeply it should have hurt. But it didn't, because she felt her owner begin to spasm. With deep, primally satisfying throbs, she felt the cock in her begin to cum, a pulsating orgasm rocking their bodies. Load after load poured into her, hot seed that she could feel spurting into her body.

  Ellie came with her own scream, body convulsing. White lightning shook the world, every muscle in her body tensing in release. Meaningless words spilled from her, prayers and thanks and demands filling the air. She threw herself back, clenching her pussy around the cock filling her, trying to squeeze everything she could from it.

  It was ecstasy. It was bliss. It was the st puzzle piece in her world, her purpose finally revealed in the throes of orgasm. She was her owner's. She was her Master's. She was here to please, and it pleased her. She'd do anything to feel like this, beg or plead or kill or die she didn't fucking know because her mind was gone in that endless white wave that filled her soul.

  With a final cry she dropped to the table, mind and body spent. She felt a weight fall on top of her, then beside her, Sara's body limply joining hers. One of the st things she heard before falling asleep was the sound of a quick snap, and they helped the world make a little bit more sense.

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  "Mmm," Evie groaned, consciousness returning to her. "Master? Are you awake?"

  "Mmyeah?" Sara replied from beside her. They'd fallen to the rug at some point, no longer perched on the table. "What's up, Evie?"

  "We have to be awake in a few hours to meet Hurlish."

  Sara groaned. "Fuck."

  "Yeah..." Ellie sighed. Then she opened her eyes, meeting Sara's. "Want to go again?"

  "...yeah."