When Honor Is Broken Ch. 2

Bored.

She was always so bored.

Living in the sleepy, backwater village of Higanbana, Alice had grown up in a world where nothing happened. It was almost amazing that she could live on the far fringes of society, where the wild, untamed wilderness lurked if you stepped even a foot off the path, with monsters and bandits and all sorts of dangerous things just beside them… but anything exciting seemed to know how boring Higanbana was and avoided it as surely as she knew to avoid them.

So here she was. Living in a tavern that rarely had visitors, serving ale and bread and cheese to the same farmers she always did, knowing that leaving to go anywhere else would almost certainly end in her death while staying… felt like there wasn’t that much difference between being dead and alive. The sort of hopelessness that made Alice think that she just might…

No, she wasn’t about to leave. And she knew it. Just like she knew it every other endlessly boring day where she fantasized about leaving Higanbana and setting out for adventure.

With a sigh, she went back to cleaning mugs. Or had she already cleaned these mugs? Or did it matter which chore she was doing when-

The door opened, and Alice nearly dropped the mug in shock when she looked up and saw… saw people she sure didn’t recognize. Not even traders or adventurous farmers from another village looking to visit a relative. No, the first was… he was a knight! In armor! Though hardly shining, it was clearly very expensive and well-made, and the man within the armor just… it was hard to look away from him! Alice felt so small and insignificant before him, like she wasn’t allowed to breathe without his permission, much less speak until spoken to. Not when he could look down at her from his commanding height with a piercing gaze and steely brow. He was… Alice had never met anyone who had more authority than the Miller, much less an actual knight, and he seemed to tower above anything Alice had ever imagined as an authority figure.

His gaze was so commanding that Alice hardly noticed his companion when they entered, and she wasn’t able to get a good look at her while her eyes remained locked on her Lor- on the visiting knight, but she knew there was someone like a shadow lurking behind him. A woman, and from the quick glances Alice was able to give to her she was… she was quite striking in appearance as well. Subtler, but elegant and so… attractive that the two of them simply took Alice’s breath away. If she even felt she had half the courage to address them, she wouldn’t have even had the ability to speak in their presence.

“Ale,” the man said. “And we’ll be taking a room here.”

“Y-yes, sir!” she replied, a little too loudly as her body moved on autopilot to heed his command. She swiftly, but carefully, poured two mugs of ale for this… this remarkable man and his companion. They seemed like characters out of a story, not real people, crafted from enchantment rather than flesh and bone. As she carefully presented the drinks to the both of them as they took their seats (she cursed how humble the establishment was, hardly befitting such… such regal figures) she feared to even breathe in their presence. She quickly scurried away, back behind the bar, but so very attentive for anything they might call upon her to do, like… food, they would surely be wanting food as well!

She dashed back to the kitchen, feeling more like a mouse than a woman as she hastily assembled a tray of anything they might want. Thank the gods she had freshly baked bread and had plenty of butter, but she also had some fruit, and plenty of preserves. Cheese! Yes, she had cheese to offer them, but scarcely any meat… they seemed like important people, surely from places where it was no question if there would be any delicacy they might desire!

Briefly, Alice realized that she was acting not like a barmaid… but a servant. But what initially caused her wariness in her heart was quickly swept aside by the overriding reality that it didn’t matter. The single thought of her visitors, particularly the Knight, expressing their displeasure towards her… she shook her head, trying to dispel the utter dread that formed in the pit of her stomach.

But looking at the tray she’d assembled, she couldn’t… couldn’t ignore how inadequate she wa- how inadequate it was. It was so… so small and… peasant like. Could she really present this to a man whose piercing blue eyes still stared right through her just from memory alone? But she couldn’t offer him nothing, she had to… there had to be more she could offer him, to appease him and show that she-

“You’re quite taken with him, aren’t you?”

Alice jumped, whipping around to see the woman now standing in the doorway to the kitchen. And, no longer shaded by the presence of her companion, Alice could see she was… she was a very attractive woman. Immaculately dressed, radiating confidence, and with perfectly coiffed hair cascading down in blonde ringlets, she seemed so breathtakingly beautiful... and a living example of what Alice wasn’t.

She blushed, her eyes shooting to the floor as she mumbled some pathetic denial of what was so obvious that his glamorous companion had been able to detect it immediately. She must have been making a fool of herself out there, looking so… unsophisticated and provincial, embarrassing herself in front of her… her betters.

Alice gasped as she suddenly felt the blonde woman's fingers on her chin, lifting her head up to meet her gaze, her green eyes nearly as piercing as the Knight’s. “He’s more than you could possibly imagine...” she said, her voice a low, seductive purr that seemed to wind through her entire body, “A man more man than you’d know what to do with… but you, lucky girl, have quite a bit to offer him, don’t you?”

Alice felt her heart leap in her chest until she glanced back at the tray she’d prepared, looking even… more forlorn and inadequate than-

“Not food, my dear girl. Surely you understand what else you might offer such a man.”

Now her heart was really lodged in her throat. He… she couldn’t mean he wanted… Alice realized her hand was already idly fingering the clasp of her shirt, as though to open it more, to show more of her cleavage for… for him to see. To let him know she was on display for him.

“Good girl,” she giggled, “That’s a-”

“Glynda,” his voice suddenly cut in, clipped, measured, and authoritative. Alice looked in alarm to see him standing at the door, but upon hearing his voice, Alice could have sworn that the woman, Glynda, seemed to shiver in… in a mix of pleasure and pain and- and emotions that Alice didn’t understand, but it was all so fast…

“Coming, sir,” she said, giving Alice a quick, respectful bow before gliding off to her room.

Once they left, Alice exhaled, realizing how… dizzy and jittery and giddy she was, just from having these two invade her boring life and suddenly make her… make her feel so many things. Especially the Lord! He was… he was so… so masculine and commanding that Alice still felt like she might swoon just from thinking about him. And… and what his companion had said, about what she had to offer him… She felt a shiver come over her whole body, imagining how she might… might offer herself, or e-even better… i-if he t-took her…

Alice shook her head, trying to get ahold of herself! What had come over her? He was a handsome man, yes, but she was just… just thinking about him made her think such… such wild and outlandish things!

Who… who was this man?

LINE BREAK JAUNE

Jaune remembered his oaths. Quite literally—he remembered the feeling of the words as they were formed in his mouth, the emotions he felt as he knelt and was forsworn and entitled as a Paladin. He remembered hearing Pyrrha exposit on their purposes and virtues. He remembered the way they used to echo in his mind, the reminder of his duty to the people, his denial of personal gain, his commitment to humility.

They all seemed so strange to him now.

Perhaps it had been under magical and physical duress, but Jaune had finally taken something for himself. He’d taken the witch, bent her to his will and plundered her body for his own pleasure. He had done everything his oath forbade. And… it had felt good. More than good. It felt right, natural. Like he’d been wearing blinders for all his life and now, he saw clearly. He was strong, strong enough that his body had turned Glynda’s poisons and potions against her, and for his strength, he took what he wanted. And in turn, he discovered how good it felt to not deny himself.

As well as discovering how much more he wanted.

Revenge, of course, loomed large in Jaune’s mind. He had been betrayed by Arslan, and he would see the treacherous Paladin pay for her betrayal. But it wasn’t enough, not anymore. Jaune wanted more, wanted to make his Order pay for shackling him to a code of weakness and denial. Wanted the denizens of his realm, who endlessly squabbled in the safety of knowing a Paladin’s oaths meant they could get away with it, to learn what it meant to be ruled. He wanted… he wanted… he simply wanted and that was enough.

He was far from his Keep, on the far side of the forest in which he’d been captured, and in lands he didn’t know as well. Lawless places, places good men knew to avoid. But Jaune wasn’t a good man anymore, and lawlessness suited him just fine. Particularly as he sought to gain more power, power enough to take everything he wanted, whether it was revenge… or the fetching figure of the tavern wench.

First things first, of course. Jaune could think of how to rally an army to his banner once his more immediate needs were sated. He glanced over to Glynda, dutifully administering her self-punishment, her hand making a fierce CRACK with every blow she provided to her ass, the percussion to her mindless, moaning chants of inferiority and servitude.

“I am a stupid, arrogant” CRACK “w-whore who, nnnnn, n-never deserved,” CRACK “to think of myself as powerful. My Master,” CRACK “o-owns my body for...”

It seemed she’d be fine on her own. Jaune decided to stretch his legs and leave his room, heading back to the common area. The maiden was, of course, still there, sweeping the floor in a way that suggested it was almost automatic to her. Jaune took a moment to look her over, admiring her appearance while she worked. She’d put time into it, something Jaune hadn’t expected of anyone he thought he’d meet in this village, if he could even call a settlement this tiny a village. Her dark brown hair was tied up in elaborate, looping braids, and Jaune liked how tight her clothes were. Much more careful tailoring than the ordinary bagginess of most peasant garb, and the split in her tunic, which suggested how it might be ripped open to expose her chest, and skirt was much to his liking.

He approached with heavy footsteps to draw her attention. It worked, and Jaune admired her wide, brown eyes, so open and innocent as they took in his appearance. When he had cared about his oaths, Jaune knew that the appearance of a gallant knight could take a maiden’s breath away, but it was something he should never take advantage of. A true Paladin worked to be welcoming, not commanding. Now, Jaune didn’t care about that idiocy and could enjoy the sight of a girl overawed by his appearance alone. Yes, he could still feel the potent lingering magic of Glynda’s love potion within his system, the power that had made the witch his devoted slave, but Jaune felt he didn’t really need magic to bend a simple girl like this to his will.

“I-is everything to your liking, sir?” she squeaked, practically trembling just to address him.

Jaune gave a slow, deliberate nod, not unaware of the effect his approval had on this girl, as he said, “Yes, I’ve found things most… pleasing here.” She practically jumped, her big, brown eyes almost puppy-like at the simplest words of praise. Jaune drew closer, feeling as though the radiant authority he projected could envelop the girl before him as he raised a hand to gently grasp her by the chin. She sighed, struggling to keep her eyes open as he pierced her with his gaze.

This felt good.

The trembling girl, whatever her name was, seemed barely able to comprehend what was going on, but she understood his desire. She knew that he wanted her, and she knew that she would serve those wants. Much like Glynda, she was discovering that his desires were her desires, that he was her Lord and she would obey him, completely and utterly.

But of course, before Jaune could explain things to the wench, he heard the door fly open behind him, clattering noisily against the wall. His annoyance was swift and demanded equally swift response, but he noted the way the girl turned pale at the sight of whoever interrupted him.

“Bandits...” the wench whimpered in fear.

Hell.

Jaune turned to see the intruders, only for his ire to become warmer as he realized these bandits were only two young women. Twins, in fact, two identically dark-haired women carrying long, thin blades, set apart only by their clothes, one in red, the other in a pale green, their eyes glittering with the confident greed of one who knows her desires could all be sated by their own power. A feeling Jaune was familiar with, but unfortunately for the girls, it wasn’t a feeling all could share in equally. One will would triumph, and that will would take of what they wished.

His sword was left in the room, since Jaune had been thinking he’d be seducing his foe rather than dueling one. And this barmaid had seemed like such an enjoyable prize… but still, he snatched up a knife from the counter. It was no weapon, but Jaune was a trained and seasoned combatant. These girls were just… thugs. They weren’t foes to dispatch, but fools who needed to learn a lesson. To be taught their place. Which could be… quite enjoyable.

“Looks like we’ve got a hero on our hands, Melanie,” the bandit in red sneered.

Melanie, the green bandit, seemed a bit more wary, but she still was afflicted by the arrogance that made Jaune particularly interested in seeing them fall. She still gripped her blade tightly and whispered, “You really have no idea what you’re up against...”

Jaune glared, bringing forth everything he’d been trained not to be. The girls paled, but to their credit, they weren’t as weak-willed as the trembling maid behind him. They wouldn’t be cowed by just an authoritative glare. They’d have to learn the hard way.

Diving forward, Jaune ducked back as the first girl swung to try and catch him on the attack. But he’d baited the swing out of her and now that her blade was in the wrong place, he could grab her by the arm and twist until she cried out in pain, the blade clattering to the ground. Jaune couldn’t do much more before her sister took her swing, but he could trip her up by shoving her toward her sister.

She wasn’t as dumb as Jaune might have hoped, though—they might not be at the level of a Paladin, but this certianly wasn’t their first fight—and rolled around her. Her blade launched forward, but Jaune parried it with the knife, and, with a quick slash, leaving her howling in pain as he left a cut across her arm.

They were outmatched, clearly outmatched, and would soon turn to flee, giving Jaune the-

A nicking slice caught Jaune across the arm. He swore, looking upon the fool girl who’d scratched him, clearly having snatched up her knife from the floor much more quickly than Jaune had expected. He glared at her with an abject fury enough that his gaze alone struck her like an open hand across her face. But Jaune caught her with a punch that hit even harder, square in the center of her chest and knocking the wind out of her in time for Jaune’s knee to come up and meet her in the gut. She crumpled to the floor in a heap as Jaune turned to her twin, his wrath boiling over.

She realized she’d fucked up.  She realized they should have run, should have never come into the tavern with the arrogance they’d developed from bullying local farmers. Still, she wasn’t going to abandon her sister, or her pride, so easily. A mad, desperate lunge was made and a solid punch was all it took from there for her to join her sister on the floor—she had already realized that she was beaten.

The girls were both on the floor, beaten and bruised, but still conscious. Looming over them, Jaune saw them for what they were: conquered. Bested by force of arms and now wholly at his mercy, and the sight of them weakly struggling to get up, the fear of what might become of them radiating off their figures—which Jaune now noted were very pleasantly feminine—all roused a conqueror’s hunger within him.

“Magnificent work, Master,” Glynda purred, finally making her appearance. “I knew you wouldn’t require my aid for such… a small offering...” The girls made a feeble attempt to scowl, but Jaune could see the fear that radiated from them. “I prepared a potion for your wounds.”

Was that all? Jaune took the small clay vessel containing what he now could sense as a magical draught and downed it, feeling the healing magic immediately start working through his body. Though he doubted that his health was the only reason Glynda brought him a magical potion… she’d learned her place beneath him, but she still had the core elements of her personality. The deviousness, the inquisitiveness, that willingness to experiment that told Jaune to be cautious in playing along with her intent, but at the same time… she was his utterly devoted servant, and her magical knowledge was an asset for him. She wanted him to test the power he’d demonstrated on her? Very well then.

He willed the magic outwards, and Jaune grinned to see the cut across the red twin’s arm suddenly close up, the bruises on her sister likewise vanishing, leaving smooth, unblemished flesh behind. The girls gasped, particularly as Jaune continued to will the magic within him outwards. Their breathing grew faster, their faces flushed, soon, they were panting as they felt Jaune’s influence, his magic running through their bodies.

Glynda, of course, immediately picked up on his actions, lovingly wrapping her slender arms around him as she whispered into his ear, “How delightfully wicked, Master, using your gifts to make them realize… how much their bodies are subject to your will. Make the little sluts-”

“Glynda.”

She was silenced with only a word. Still he let his gaze swivel to her, seeing her sudden onset of anxiety, her confidence giving way to fear that she’d misjudged him, that she’d overstepped her bounds. She had, and Jaune wanted her to know it.

“Are they… what are they...”

Ah, the tavern wench had returned. Jaune looked up at the blushing girl, mesmerized by the sight of two figures she had once feared being reduced to little more than helpless maidens. He smiled at her and beckoned her closer—she would also benefit from the lesson Jaune would be providing.

“They’re as weak as kittens, now,” he reassured her, “So when I tell you to hold that one,” he pointed to the sister in green, “in place, she’ll give you no trouble.”

The barmaid hesitated for only a moment. She was clearly unsure of what to think of this, but Jaune had already made it clear to her that he was to be obeyed, and even more so… he had a sense of what she was feeling right now. That moment of realizing that someone who you thought was more powerful than you was now utterly beneath you. Jaune knew how intoxicating that was, particularly as the girl seized one of the twins, the green one, who could only make the most feeble of protests.

“You’re probably feeling something right now,” Jaune said as he drew closer to the red twin, “Something like my pet said, the realization that your bodies, that your very selves… they have a rightful place, a place-”

“F-fuck you,” she said, barely able to resist in his presence, but still enough to show defiance, “Do what you- whatever you’re g-gonna do to me, but I… I won’t break. I won’t g-give you the satisfaction...”

Jaune merely grinned. She was going to make this fun. “Are you sure? If I were to simply order you,” he projected the force of his authority onto the girl, making her gasp in the most erotic way, “to spread your legs for me-”

No sooner had he said it than the girl’s legs sprang open and on top of that, she unconsciously thrust her hips up, giving Jaune a glimpse of the girl’s panties—appropriately red—beneath her skirt… and the prominent damp spot on them.

“This...” she moaned, “this doesn’t mean anything, you- you prick! You’re using magic to make me do this!”

“Am I really making you do anything,” Jaune asked, his lips curling higher, “if, deep down, you want me to command you?”

He saw the way she bit her lip as he drew closer. From a quick glance, he could already see his tavern wench beginning to grope the other twin, unconsciously pawing at her tits as the two of them were two transfixed at the sight of Jaune looming over the helpless bandit to even realize it. Well, he’d give them something to look at.

Dropping his pants, Jaune presented his fully erect dick for all to see. It jutted proudly forward, reveling in its victory over his opponents. Just like with Glynda, these two who thought to defy him were now well in Jaune’s grip. He pushed his will outward onto them, the magic connecting them magnifying his authority until the girl’s eyes rolled in overawed disbelief. Her hands slunk closer and closer to her pussy, delicately rubbing on her slit as she drooled from more than one place.

“M-Miltia...” the other bandit whined, “You- you ca-can’t… gahhhh-gawtta resist...”

“I caaaaaan’t,” this “Miltia” moaned, “I need- I need him to- I can’t staaaaaawp...”

Peeling her panties down and exposing her pussy to Jaune’s gaze, Miltia was running on a mix of desperate need and the overriding order Jaune leveled upon her. She might have a stronger sense of self than the tavern girl, but she wasn’t strong. Nothing close to Glynda’s level of willpower, and he ground down her ability to resist, her sense that she was anything other than his property with the might of his gaze and the authority of his cock. As Miltia spread her pussy lips in dazed helplessness, Jaune figured it was time to reward his little plaything.

Pinning her shoulders to the ground, Jaune mounted the bandit. She gave no resistance as his dick spread her lips wide open and did little more than gasp as she felt his shaft fill her up. But soon, Jaune could tell that she was overwhelmed by the pleasure of being filled with cock, of submitting to her rightful place, and of giving in to his command. Before he even sheathed his dick fully inside her, Jaune could see the wide, delirious smile on her face. And then he started properly fucking her.

Jaune had no time for slow, steady strokes. Instead, he favored hitting her hard and fast, pounding her with his dick as he slammed away into her pussy. Milita gasped and moaned and squealed, all traces of her former willfulness quickly burnt away as the eager slut who lurked inside came out to play. Her whimpers became giggles of glee, her trembling became shivers of pleasure, and at last, she threw her head back in pure, orgasmic glee as Jaune had his way with her!

“FUCK ME HARDER!” she screamed, pride no longer able to stop her true desires from spilling forth, “JUST FUCK ME HARDER!”

“Miltia!” her sister gasped, but the girl impaled on Jaune’s cock wasn’t listening to anyone but him.

“Stupid slut,” Jaune laughed, “what about all those promises to resist me?”

“D-don’t care,” she panted, slowly realizing that she needed Jaune’s approval to get what she so clearly needed, “J-just, oh gods, just fuck me harder, please fuck me- AIIEEEEEP!”

Jaune slammed into her hard, leaving Militia utterly incoherent as she screamed. “You!” he said to the wench holding the other in place, “Get her ready for me, finger the slut’s pussy until she’s as pliable as her sister here.”

“Y-yes sir!” she said, an eager hunger coming through her voice as she plunged a hand into the former bandits panties and started to aggressively molest her.

“And what shall I do, my Lord?” Glynda asked, a little too impertinent for Jaune’s liking. With the potion and approaching the barmaid earlier, her devious nature seemed to be reasserting itself, clearly seeing the addition of three new sluts to his entourage as opportunity for her.

“Finger yourself,” he growled, “Edge yourself and remember how utterly worthless you are in my eyes, you cow.”

He felt the delicious sensation of her hopes deflating as the witch remembered her place. “Yes… yes sir,” she glumly replied as she dutifully resumed her self-abasement, rubbing her clit as she chanted how worthless she was.

Jaune kept thrusting away into tight bandit pussy, rewarded with the gasps and moans of female arousal from not only the slut he was fucking, but those who were utterly helpless but to obey his commands and join in the fun. Miltia even began to mindlessly join in Glynda’s chanting, her mind too scrambled by Jaune’s cock to realize which orders were for her or anything more than to join in with the voice that must sound like her own thoughts. It was a pleasant mental image, to think of how utterly dominated this once-haughty bandit was, and it made Jaune feel a familiar twitch in his dick.

Jerking it out without warning, he released over her, splattering the bandit in his seed. He wanted to mark her, and Jaune knew he’d have plenty of time to finish inside her later. Jet after jet of his hot white seed coated her body as Jaune demonstrated how his prodigious volume could leave her utterly drenched. She moaned, squirming deliriously in pleasure as she felt his cum soak into her clothing and dry on her skin.

Swiveling his gaze to where the other bandit was moaning in a piteous display, her eyes wide and drinking in the sight of her sister being reduced to little more than a cumpdump. She could only whimper as the barmaid’s exploring hands worked with an amusingly uncharacteristic confidence. He turned back to Glynda, madly frigging herself as her chanting became ever more slurred and incoherent as a deep need to cum overwhelmed her. Well, he had work for her to do...

“Glynda!” he barked, “Get a strapon for the wench—help her teach this one,” he gestured to the still moaning, cum-splattered girl on the floor, “her place!”

Glynda responded quickly, producing a wicked-looking leather dildo on a harness. Seemed Jaune’s suspicions were right—she had expected a chance to personally participate in these girls’ subjugation. But she knew not to disobey, dutifully slipping the strapon around the barmaid’s waist.

“Wh-what shall I do, my Lord?” the girl asked, a tremor of uncertainty in her voice… but also that eagerness to please Jaune was becoming quite fond of.

“Break her ass,” was all he said, gesturing to the moaning, cum-spattered bandit lying in a heap before him and making the tavern wench’s eyes light up with cruel delight. Jaune’s gaze turned to the bandit she’d been earlier using, and Jaune could see that she was succumbing to the perverse thrills of becoming his slut. Her earlier dismay at seeing her sister break had been replaced by a dizzy eagerness for cock. Jaune would be happy to grant her that, but he felt like he wanted more from her. To truly put her in her place.

Grabbing the bandit, he flipped her over with one hand as the other tore her skirt and panties off. She squeaked in surprise, but Jaune already had her ass raised high in the air, her puckered asshole looking extremely inviting as Jaune pressed the head of his cock against it. He was well-slicked with Miltia’s juices, but that gave little relief to the slut who was beginning to realize what it would mean to be broken by Jaune. Particularly as he pushed his cock into her.

“You’re too- you’re too big!” the girl screamed as Jaune continued to push deeper and deeper into her bowels. “You’re- you’re b-BREAKING MEEEEEEE!”

“Exactly,” he growled, teaching this former bandit her place. Jaune felt his body begin to crackle with magical energy, all the power connecting him to these two. He could still feel the effects of Glynda’s poultice and he poured that connection into this slut. Not only to help her body endure being stretched out by Jaune’s cock—he was a merciful man to those who submitted, after all—but to further intensify his control over her. Her body was Jaune’s plaything and as her mind came to accept and understand this truth, she, like her sister, was overcome with cries of pleasure as Jaune savaged her asshole.

She could barely contain herself as she shook from climax after climax and every explosive orgasm filled Jaune with a wild, predatory hunger, a desire to take and claim this woman like he claimed the women before him, like he would claim so much more! He would take more, take an army’s worth, and he would lead them against his former Order, taking the Keep by force and making Arslan realize the folly of her betrayal. As the slut’s bowels milked Jaune’s dick, he imagined it was Arslan, shrieking out her desperate confession, admitting that she was no Paladin, revealing that she was little more than a treacherous, vile harlot who deserved to be conquered by a mightier Lord!

His fingers digging deep into the girl’s hips, Jaune unleashed his seed deep inside the girl, using a few last thrusts to really wring the last drops of his cum from his balls. As he withdrew, he heard the wild, delirious muttering “fankyufankyufangyuuu” as his slut slumped back on the floor. Hmm, he knew the other girl’s name was Miltia, but the first girl… he could swear he’d heard her name, but he must have forgotten it. Though for the time being, “slut” served her just fine.

Taking a look over to the other bandit, a mindless, drooling wreck whose ass was raised up to where the barmaid was mercilessly fucking her with the strapon, and who’s face was buried in Glynda’s cunt, the witch grabbing her by the hair and grinding her semi-conscious face against her slit. Yes, Jaune had the sense that neither of these girls would be a problem for him.

LINE BREAK MILTIA

Her body felt like it had been utterly flattened.

It hadn’t been enough to beat her in battle. Hadn’t been enough to break her on his dick until she submitted. Her new Master had made sure to utterly humiliate and degrade Miltia, to break her down so utterly that a barmaid could use her as a fuckdoll and she couldn’t resist it. And so now, even as she was recovering, Milita felt almost physically unable to look up from the ground and hold her head up high. She… she had learned her place. Not as a bandit or an extortionist, but as one of her Master’s harem girls, alongside her equally-broken sister, dutifully obedient to whatever her Lord willed.

But… but there was something… peaceful in that. Miltia glanced over to her sister, seeing her subjugation performed in a mirror, and… and she smiled. A soft smile, but one that was matched by her sister. They were their Master’s conquered sluts, something they’d never have thought might ever happen to them, and would certainly think of it with disgust before now, but having been broken… it felt right. Good. Natural. They were exactly where and what they were supposed to be.

Cautiously raising her gaze up to her new Lord, Miltia felt her heart skip a beat as she saw his powerful, unstoppably masculine presence seated above them. His legs were set wide to accommodate the tavern wench bobbing away between them. Miltia wondered if she couldn’t show her Master that she could do better than the little tart, but she also felt… felt like speaking up, out of turn, would be deeply wrong. So instead, she just watched with a mix of jealousy and fascination as her Master clearly released deep in the maid’s throat, pumping shot after shot deep down her gullet. What Miltia wouldn’t give to be in her place, even as she consciously knew that she shouldn’t want it. It still made her very, very wet.

As her Lord pulled the little chit off his cock, letting her take in a deep lungful of air as she remembered to breathe, he looked around at the submissive seraglio of adoring women he’d made for himself. “Well then,” he began, his voice a low, authoritative rumble that made Miltia’s knees weak even as she was seated, “This was a start, but I seek more. An army. I’ll need to rally a horde of the most ferocious warriors I can find and bend them to my will just as I did you four. We’re far from the lands I know but you might know more where I might find… proper soldiers.”

“My Lord!” she said, feeling like a schoolgirl, so eager to please and desperate for approval, “If- if you seek an army, you should start with the forest elves! They are...” she sighed with pleasure, “so arrogant that it would be even more delicious when you break them to your will! And they’d never suspect you could do it until they were already begging you to treat them like the haughty bitches they are!”

“Elves?” the witch sneered, raising Miltia’s ire, “We seek to build an army, not waylay merchants who pass through our woods. My Lord, you would be much better served with a more disciplined force. And I think there would be delicious irony in corrupting the Sisters of the Silent Palm. The monks there have mastered both their style of martial arts and would require little training to become mighty warriors for your cause.”

Miltia rolled her eyes at the bitch who thought she knew everything. “It’s not just about strength, you dumbfuck,” she spat at her rival for Master’s approval, “It’s more important that our Master gets a hot piece of tail, and some bitchy Elven princesses getting drilled in the dirt is way hotter than some dumb, musclebound monks.”

The witch’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your language around me, brat, I’ve-”

“The Beast Tribe...” the peasant girl murmured. Her sudden interruption was enough to break up the brewing catfight, narrowly saving the hag from a beating. But she seemed as surprised to hear her voice as anyone else and immediately clammed up, blushing furiously. Ugh, Milita couldn’t believe she’d been sodomized by such a weakling.

“Proceed,” their Lord said, his words carrying the weight of his authority, so, of course, the silly little farm girl was quick to speak.

“They- they’re fierce and they live in the woods…” she said, sounding like she was almost afraid just to speak of them, but still compelled to speak, “I’ve- I only once saw them, a group of… of women-”

It was clear from the raised eyebrow that their Master was interested in that detail.

“-but they looked like fierce warriors and… and if you needed soldiers...”

Leaning back, a smile on his face, their Master seemed pleased with them. And while Miltia would much rather his happiness was directed towards her and her sister instead of their competition, she couldn’t deny the way her heart leapt excitedly at the thought that he was pleased with them. And more so… that they had a direction.

“The Elves, the Monastery, the Beast Tribe…” he mused, “A good place to begin, but no matter what… no matter who I start with… soon, all the lands will kneel towards me, and for some,” he looked at the four of them, a lustful glint in his eye, “they’ll learn to kneel just as you four have.”