Certain and muzzled, the defiant younger witch was trotted throughout the sands of the Burning Coast.
The caravan probably considered her as fairly the catch — amber-gold pores and skin, sable hair, and eyes like darkish ripened plums. They will need to have discovered her via sheer luck as she slept. Earlier than she even knew what had occurred, she awoke to seek out herself gagged, leashed, and certain — pressured to stumble alongside like some prized mare. Her buttocks nonetheless stung from their tough slaps; her ears from their laughter and scorn.
An skilled witch would have ensorcelled the lot of them. Turned them into pigs and offered them off to a butcher. Desa’s cheeks burned on the thought. She would have appreciated that.
As an alternative, she was gagged, her arms certain behind her in a sheath so tight that it pulled her shoulders again and collectively. It drew her like a tightly wound bow; her breasts have been thrust up and ahead, her nipples uncovered. Every was as darkish as an olive and as exhausting as a peach’s pit. The one regard for her ‘modesty’ was a scrap of linen round her hips, held in place by a number of delicate threads. With every step, she feared the garment would snap.
A dozen or so different girls trotted in a line earlier than her. All have been leashed collectively — certain in the identical method. They ranged from tall to quick, slender to huge.
Desa bristled below her bindings. Had they not gagged me, I may simply escape! The boys had no concept she was a sorceress. Their determination to gag her instantly had disadvantaged her of an opportunity to exhibit. However she solely wanted to attend for her alternative — once they supplied her with meals and water, maybe. She had an assortment of spells in thoughts.
Desa solely wished she had realized the one which turned males into swine.
SMK! The affect of that tough hand in opposition to her scantily-clad derriere distracted her from her ideas. She squealed below her gag, speeding ahead, her bottom swaying — one cheek left with a scarlet palm print. The person at her again laughed.
Maybe, she thought, somebody has overwhelmed me to it.
It was not lengthy earlier than the ocean-side street led them to the marble spires of Iska. The sight of the Metropolis of Coin crammed Desa with gnawing despair. She had hoped the lads would make camp earlier than reaching it, thus giving her the chance she wanted. However they have been already approaching its tall, intimidating partitions. She must endure no matter indignities awaited her within the markets earlier than she made her transfer.
Males clad in banded mail and armed with spears stood on the gates. They greeted the caravan, then surveyed the road of captives below the guise of checking for illnesses and lice. Desa squirmed below the approving eye of 1 guard — his hand drifted to her breast, cradling it within the meat of his palm. He squeezed it, feeling her quickening heartbeat. Then, he rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She suppressed a whimper. Cowards.
They have been introduced into town. With each step, Desa felt eyes upon her — tracing the strains of her physique, the curve of her breasts — the spasms in her supple thighs and calves, as much as the rounded peach of her buttocks. She was unaccustomed to being noticed like this — objectified. The thought left her dizzy and shivering.
Focus. Once they take away your gag, you’ll be able to solid an phantasm — escape within the chaos. She closed her darkish eyes for only a second. Sure. She would escape, and — if she may — get as lots of the others out together with her.
She opened her eyes. Forward was the market sq., the place many captives have been already being processed. A stone slab on the heart served as the primary public sale block, however casual purchases occurred all alongside the cubicles surrounding it. Blacksmiths solid collars and bindings on the spot; jewelers and artists supplied to customise one’s buy. Deeper in, one may discover extra twisted providers. Desa suppressed one other shiver.
The chief of the caravan was chatting with a big, portly gentleman surrounded by a number of ‘mares’. The ladies have been certain like Desa, however extra totally — it was clear these bindings weren’t meant to be eliminated. Their arms have been pulled behind them in tight sleeves of black leather-based, left to weaken with disuse. Their higher faces have been masked in hoods, leaving solely their mouths uncovered — clamped tightly down on bits. Their our bodies have been principally naked, with straps operating below and between their breasts and over their hips, offering a number of connection factors to buckle on a load. Their legs have been thick and powerful, their our bodies having been formed via inflexible train and management. Nice care was taken to protect their look, their ‘aesthetic’.
However what made Desa’s blood run chilly was what she noticed upon their buttocks. On the left cheek, every bore a model — a mark of possession. And woven into that mark was one thing she acknowledged. A sigil that stripped the bearer of all magic.
No — no, no, no — The caravan chief was shaking fingers with the proprietor of the mares. They have been laughing because the chief gestured towards Desa and the road of ladies. Already, one of many males pulled on the girl on the entrance, guiding her towards one of many cubicles.
Desa’s toes shifted. She tried to push again. A number of the different girls fought, too — however then, the lads struck them throughout their buttocks and breasts, pushing them alongside. Nearly as if by intuition, the ladies moved as one. Like a herd. Desa was pulled alongside.
From the again, she may catch a glimpse of what was occurring. The primary lady was pulled into the sales space and inspected. Fingers grasped and squeezed her physique looking for weaknesses. As soon as the person was glad, she was pressured to bend over a worktable, after which —
ksssssst!
The transient scorching kiss of a model. Sealing her destiny; dooming her to a lifetime spent as a mare. Stripping her of any potential for magic, in a method that was nearly incidental.
Desa whimpered and wriggled in her bindings. She needed to escape, needed to slip free. She could not — this could not —
The lady on the entrance made a muffled cry. The person smeared the mark with a mix of herbs to make sure it might heal clear and resist an infection. She was then guided away to be fitted with the bindings she would put on for the rest of her life.
The subsequent lady was ushered ahead. Her leash was minimize and she or he was inspected. Quickly, she can be branded, too — marked eternally as a mare.
Warmth and dizziness overwhelmed Desa. She needed to escape, needed to flee. However how? She was leashed to the girl in entrance of her, like all the remaining. If she dug her heels into the grime, she can be dragged. If she kicked, she can be struck. If she fought, she can be put down.
One other muffled cry. This lady was taller; a warrior, maybe? As she was lead away — her naked buttocks now baring the mark — there was a glassiness to her eyes. As if receiving the model had damaged no matter remained of her spirit.
It solely occurred to Desa now — what number of of those girls have been additionally witches? What number of might need had the identical plan as her, solely to appreciate the futility on the sight of that model?
ksssssst! One other sizzle. One other groan. Desa pulled at her bindings — they refused to provide. She pulled again at her leash, however the lady in entrance of her — tall and powerful — simply grunted on the sensation. It was no use. However she needed to, she needed to escape —
ksssssst! One other moan. It nearly sounded… relieved, this time. As if the girl who had acquired the model was grateful it was over; grateful that she may cease combating it. Cease making an attempt to be an individual. Desa’s face grew flushed. Why did she even take into consideration that, proper now…?
This was — this was mistaken. This wasn’t the best way her story was alleged to go. She had grown up in a small village, first studying magic from an absent witch’s notes left in an deserted cottage. Desa realized in secret; when her father determined to promote her, she used that secret to flee. She had imagined herself occurring grand adventures — discovering long-lost treasures and overthrowing tyrants. Some grand future —
ksssssst! Yet one more moan… Desa shuddered. Why…? Why was this… The leash pulled her ahead, her face burning hotter and warmer.
Why… why was this turning her on?!
The conclusion had crept up slowly. The way in which every sizzle, every cry, made her toes curl — made her nethers clench and twitch. Her breath was exhausting; her nipples jutted out, exhausting as metal. She may see the ladies who had been branded from the nook the nook of her eye, being stripped down and fitted with their new everlasting bindings. A black hood that would go away them sightless, a leather-based sleeve that might maintain their now-irrelevant arms tight. Their nipples have been pierced, their our bodies arched. In some horrible, unusual method, they seemed… nearly…
…stunning…
No —
ksssssst! The subsequent moan got here from the girl forward of the one in entrance of Desa. Eventually, they minimize the opposite lady’s leash, guiding her ahead — offering Desa with an unobstructed view.
Desa watched, feeling a hand holding her now-cut leash. She watched as the girl was grasped, squeezed, groped; she felt her personal cunt spasm in sympathy when one hand dropped between the girl’s thighs and squeezed. As if her intercourse was merely a deal with to grab. The lady shuddered, arching again. She made a sound not not like a moan.
SMK! The lady’s nethers have been firmly swatted, after which — after which —
Desa gawked, trembling. For only a second, they eliminated the girl’s gag… so they may examine her enamel.
She was then bent ahead, her breasts flattened to the desk — the curve of her ass rising up into the air. Desa couldn’t look away. However as she watched, her thoughts was spinning. They took out the gag! There was an opportunity! She may use that second; solid a spell, create a distraction — escape —
The burning scorching model loomed into view. Desa felt her coronary heart spring into her throat. She may keep away from this destiny — once they took the gag out, all it might take is a spell, a phrase, and she or he may —
ksssssst! One other moan…
Desa whimpered. Her imaginative and prescient refocused. There had been two moans, she realized. One among them had been the girl’s — and one among them had been her personal.
The model was there, marking the mare’s left cheek. The person smeared it with the salve. Then, she was lifted, led away — her eyes glassy, her lips parted…
…her cunt dripping…
Somebody pulled Desa ahead. She felt these fingers herself, now; greedy her tender, delicate breasts. Squeezing them. Pinching her nipples. Stripping her of the final scrap of material round her hips, reaching all the way down to grip her personal dripping cunt —
They have been eradicating the gag. Pulling it from her lips. Strands of spit linked it to her mouth; her tongue unfurled. She groaned. It was off. All she needed to do was converse a phrase; a phrase, and her magic would save her. Only a phrase —
Tough, robust fingers pushed her down upon the desk. Her pretty, golden ass lifted into the air. Her tender breasts have been squished beneath her. She felt the feel of the wooden in opposition to her throbbing nipples. Her hair was draped throughout her again like a curtain, vibrant and darkish. Her entire physique trembled — she felt like a harp-string, pulled tight and about to be plucked. She simply needed to converse a phrase…
She considered her goals within the village. Craving to see the world, to go on a grand journey. Some tiny a part of herself puzzled… was this — what an journey was really like?
The warmth of the model approached her buttocks. Her toes curled. Her physique clenched in anticipation. She whimpered and tried to push the phrase previous her lips.
All that got here was a tender, submissive, defeated moan.
ksssssst!
Weeks later, Desa stirred from her stall, drawn out by the scent of one thing candy.
A sleeve of black leather-based engulfed each her arms and fingers, pulled so tight that it drew her right into a splendid, everlasting arch; her eyes and higher cranium have been hidden beneath an analogous hood, together with her thick, coal-black hair pulled via a slit on the prime. Time spent on the stables had been good to her — her physique had grown thicker and extra shapely, together with her breasts swelling and her thighs strengthening.
It was a curious factor. Some a part of Desa suspected that she may nonetheless converse with phrases if she desired, however — as soon as branded and certain, mares not often bothered. All she made now was noises — little moans, whimpers, and cries. It was as if every mare had come to the identical determination, independently; that phrases have been of no extra consequence.
Desa’s cunt, now uncovered, twitched on the thought. It felt good to provide so little thought to such issues. It felt good to easily — really feel. She felt like an animal, expressing herself in solely probably the most elemental methods conceivable… and in doing so, discovering a depth of expression she had by no means imagined potential. Phrases felt like clumsy, ineffective issues. Her physique — the movement of her breasts, the sway of her hips, the noises her throat made — was a much more expressive instrument.
She couldn’t see. Her world had been diminished to one among smells, tastes, sounds, and bodily sensations. And that by some means made it all of the extra wealthy — extra tactile. A person — her proprietor, her rider — was providing her one thing, she realized. She blushed and sniffed at his palm, catching the tangy sweetness of an apple.
Chunk by chew, she gingerly ate it from his hand — even licked and nuzzled in opposition to his palm. And when he stroked her again, squeezed her buttocks, and advised her ‘good lady’ — she wiggled her bottom fortunately and almost got here on the spot.
Within the days that adopted her branding, she had been educated as a mare. Taught to reply to the stress of a hand or the pull of a bridle. The as soon as proud self-taught sorceress now strutted proudly about, her naked branded ass uncovered, desperate to obey. And now, as she was bent ahead, her ass lifted as her rider mounted her to be used — Desa whickered with pleasure.
Eventually, her grand journey may really start.