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I wake up back in my room. Vi is on one side, holding my hand, worry etched on her face; Ash is on the other. Nat stands nearby, dabbing a cold, damp cloth on my forehead. Vi notices my eyes open. "Zoe, are you ok? My mother put you through an ordeal. I am so sorry, it is all my fault." She starts to cry. I gently squeeze her hand. "Vi, stop crying. It is ok. I decided to embrace my role as your concubine and follow your every order. It was my decision to push myself to the limit, not yours." She shakes her head in disagreement. "You are my responsibility now, and I failed you." Despite my parched throat, I manage a giggle. "You are acting like I am on my deathbed. I just overheated a little in the bath and passed out from dizziness. It could happen to anyone."
Vi claps back, her tone sharp. "Not everyone holds their breath for long periods in a very hot bath. I should have just told her to come here to your room after the bath." She wipes away her tears. I try to reassure her, "I chose to go under the water and go down on her. She didn't tell me to, and she didn't force me. Passing out was completely my fault. I promised I'd give you 100% every time for every order." She strokes my face. "I'll take better care of you from now on. I won't let mother take you in the baths anymore, for starters."
I slightly nodded in acknowledgement, gulping some spit to lubricate my dry throat. I ask now that we have some privacy (Nat and Ash are ok, I count this as private), "Vi, would you ever make me lie with one of your brothers or your father? It's just that I don't like men like I do women." She shakes her head, "You do not have to worry about them. I would never make you lie with anyone against your will like that. I want to treasure you while you are here. You trusted me with your mission, and it is a noble one. I must do my best to ensure you can fulfil your mission, no matter the cost. Speaking of, what is your first step to this mission, Zoe?"
I sigh in frustration. "Awakening my magic. I have a problem different from yours, and it stands in my way. I don't feel at home in this body. When I look at my reflection, it doesn't feel like me. I didn't grow up in this body or go through the awkward growth phases, or even the teenage acne. Imagining this body and face as a pimply-faced teenager is hard for me." She smirks, trying to picture that, but listens closely. I continue, "I know I have to accept my body first. I feel a small fire here–" I put my hand on my chest, "–and I know that's the prerequisite. Someday, when it finally clicks, if someone asks me to draw myself, I'll draw this face from memory. Right now, I'd draw my old face, and the feeling tightens in my chest when I think of that."
Vi responds while placing her hand on her own chest, going into teacher mode herself, "That feeling in your chest is your magic core. It houses your magical power and is deeply connected to your psyche and feelings. One cannot use magic without understanding one's feelings and embracing them. Listen to your body and that feeling in your chest, and you will unlock your magic. Even people with the same type of magic can feel different things when activating magic." I gasp, not knowing that there would be that kind of variety within each element. That makes my awakening that much harder.
She continues, "I feel calm and peaceful, like a lake. Other water magic users may feel energetic or as strong as a coursing river. Water comes in different forms, just as our feelings do. The same is true for plants, earth, wind, and fire users. Listen to that feeling. After hearing your words, my educated opinion is that you are right. The tightening in your chest usually happens with the opposite feeling you need for magic. Depending on someone's personal magic, this can vary. Some people might feel sick from love if their magic is hate-based, and vice versa."
I clutch my chest thinking of the pain I get thinking of my old body as Vi continues her explanation, "Magic has variety just like there is variety in nature with different animals and wildlife. So you never know someone truly unless you know their magic feelings in this world of ours. The bonds of tightening loosen after the awakening, so awakened magic users can feel the opposite feelings, but there is a pinch in the chest instead of the harsh grip. A person would have to be flooded with opposite feelings to feel a grip in their chest after an awakening. Like, if someone had a magic that activated with feelings of love, and they felt flooded with hate, they could have a really harsh grip in their chest. Like, say if they saw their family murdered and saw the killer's face, a type of hate would cause them to tighten hard even after awakening. In this situation, it could kill them, crippling them when they could be escaping or just by tightening to death. That is the example they used in the magic academy when we learned about tightening."
I nod as I soak in this information, then she continues, "Tightening can be fatal because your magic core is compressing under the stress of the opposite feeling. Tightening can cause a core to implode. Nobody can survive that. Death would be instant. As curious as I am to see your old face, I do not want you to even think about that face while you are unawakened. I don't want you dying before you can fulfil your mission. I would very much like to see that same future you saw in that vision from the goddess with my own eyes." She says with her blue eyes filled with worry.
I respond, still clutching my chest in shock. "That's a lot to process. I HAVE AN EXTRA ORGAN? That's so crazy. On Earth, there was no magic core. Humans are built differently here. So am I. With new organs come new medical complications, which makes sense. I've learned a lot in the past few minutes—not just about magic but about myself. Now I can continue my original plan, fully confident I'm on the right track. I'll definitely try not to think of my old face, at least for now, for my own safety." Unable to bear my dry throat any longer, I look at Nat and ask, "Nat, could you get me a glass of water, please?" She nods and does her mmmhmmm, her work mode sound. She brings me water. I sit up in bed, drink, and say, "Thank you, Nat." She gives her mmmhmmm again and waits for me to finish. I was a thirsty bitch. That water feels like nectar from the goddess.
It reminds me of when my wife got stoned on Earth and drank ice water. According to her, water just hits differently when you're high. This water is the same. I'm so parched after my bath. I chug the water quickly and ask Nat for another. Vi looks at me with a face that says, DAMN GIRL. It's funny. I bet she'd love the idea of weed. She'd get high as fuck and have cottonmouth and the munchies, drinking lots of water. I chug the second glass quickly, too. Nat asks if I want another. I shake my head. In my best Alexa voice, I say to myself in my inner monologue, "Returned to Homeostasis." Having had just the right amount of water. Vi says, "By the goddess, you drank that quickly. You must have been really parched. I wanted to be selfish and sleep in here, but I might start being naughty, and you're still recovering. So, good night, Zoe. I hope you have sweet dreams and restful sleep." She bends down and kisses me gently, then she and Nat leave us.
Ash asks in a pitiful voice, "Zoe, are you ok? I was really worried when they carried you in here. I looked down with worry when the royal knight, the one with the queen and princess, placed you in the bed. I was so scared." He starts crying. He says he was looking down, so I look up at the ceiling and see wooden beams across the top of the room. I can picture him having fun up there, flying with his magic. My heart bursts with love for my friend. I turn on my side, facing Ash, and pet him. "I'm so sorry I worried you, Ash. I'm ok now. With someone here who worries so much, how could I not feel better?" I pick him up and kiss his head. "I love you, Ash." He sniffles and wipes his face with his tiny hands. "I love you too, Zoe." I scratch his head gently, and we say goodnight, drifting off to sleep as he cuddles close, afraid I'll leave.
The next morning, I get up and do a workout routine focusing on my legs today. Really enjoying these knees. When I think that my chest feels warm. My magic core liked that. Whenever I say things about accepting my body, my core feels nice. I have been trying to get in the habit of thinking and saying the things I like about my body with intention. The first time I walked up the stairs, I felt a nice, ever-so-slight, faint hum of warmth as I appreciated the knees on this body. That was the first time I noticed it. It was so small it felt like something I imagined, so I didn't think it might be an important feeling I needed to feel, and I just filed it away as a simple happy feeling and moved on. I am doing squats in front of the mirror for two reasons. I have to make sure I have proper form so I don't injure myself and this fresh body. Also, to become more familiar with my own body. Seeing myself doing different things is helping me feel more at home, though it still feels like I have a ways to go.
After I start to get muscle fatigue, I switch to calf raises. Continuing to look at myself. This pretty face almost looks out of place on this muscular body. My old face may not have been as pretty, but it sure was handsome. I had the ever so slightest chisel on my jawline. It wasn't a crazy chisel, but I really liked it. My jawline was my favourite facial feature on my old face. My chest started to tighten, and I realised I was thinking about my face again as sweat started dripping from my brow. This is going to be really difficult. How am I supposed to not think about my old face? I feel like there is more to it than just the face. I think I am missing something. Maybe when I am thinking about that face and yearning for it, I am not accepting my current face? I think that is it. I need to try to change how I think. This is the hardest thing I think I have ever had to do. It isn't like I can just flip a switch and magically accept my face and body.
To get rid of the pain in my chest, I say out loud, "I like my knees. I like my knees. I like my knees." As I say that, the grip on my chest releases. I sigh, and with that, I call my workout over, go to my table, take the pitcher Nat left, and pour myself a glass of water, chugging it. I take the bottom of my shirt and wipe my face with it to wipe off the sweat. As I am doing this, a knock followed by Nat comes in as if on cue with breakfast with Vi in tow. I am still wiping sweat off my face, which means my abs are currently showing. She licks her lips seductively, paired with a brief nibble of her lip, then purrs, "Oooh, I was coming to check on you to make sure you are feeling better, and I came to find you in very…fine form. Really glad you are feeling better, Zoe. I will be leaving the castle today for some new duties in Lilia, so I won't be back until later today. My father wants to give me more responsibility and have me serve as a mediator with the people to help me become more acclimated to my leadership role. Don't worry, I won't dare miss our appointment tonight." She says, winking at me.
She approaches me and gives me a kiss on the lips, "Have a good day, Zoe. Try to work on your magic while I am gone. I want you to awaken as soon as possible for your own safety." I nod while running a hand through my sweaty hair, "That was the plan, Vi. I have done some introspection, and I think it is less about my old face and more about rejecting the one I currently have. It just seems to be centred around my old face because I long for it. The feeling behind the face. Longing for that face means rejecting this face."
She responds with a hint of worry in those piercing blue eyes of hers, "Trust what you feel. You have felt it firsthand, so you know it best. From how you described it, it tracks with magic psychology 101. It is all in the feeling and introspection into oneself." She kisses me one more time and then says, "Sorry, I was greedy. I needed one more kiss. I am off now. Have a good day, Zoe." She says as she opens the door, and before she can leave, I say, "You too, Vi." She smiles softly at me as she tells the guards outside to remain vigilant, since I will be practising magic in case I have a tightening incident, and they acknowledge her as she shuts the door. The guards, I don't think, are preventing me from escaping now like they were probably there initially for, but more for protection by the princess now. Like bodyguards is what they feel like now. I think it was one of them that Ash saw bringing me back in the room after I passed out.
Once Vi leaves, I go to my breakfast and see Nat over to the side, salivating a little. I ask her as I sit down at the table in my room, where Nat prepared my food, "Would you like to join me?" Nat then replies, waving her hands in refusal, "Oh, I could never dream of sitting down and eating food I was meant to serve you!" I wink, "I won't tell if you won't." Nat then sighs and says, "Well, if that is the case, I will gladly accept your offer." She says as she takes a seat at my table. She follows up, "No one has ever invited me to eat with them here at this castle. We servants eat in our own designated space, never to share with our employers." I reply with a shrug, "Well, technically, I am not your employer, so we can eat together as much as we want." I say with a smile. She smiles and says, "Thanks, Zoe."
We then enjoy scrambled eggs, bread, and jam in silence. No fruit on the side today. Ash wasted no time hurrying up for food, and I set aside some for him, giving him a little of everything. He eats it quickly and goes back up to his scaffolding in case we get more visitors with a decent-sized piece of bread in tow for snacking if he gets hungry later. We eat our fill, and she gets her fill of the jam. Her eyes lit up with every bite she took. She is acting really adorable now. Right before I say anything, the queen comes in, and Nat looks terrified and hops up, wiping her face, and she reprimands her, "Why were you sitting eating with her while you are working?" Like she is implying, Nat isn't worthy or something with disdain, I don't like that. I get up and bow to the queen as a greeting and say on Nat's behalf, "I am sorry, Queen Felicia. That was all my fault. She only sat down after I insisted. She was reluctant to do so out of a sense of duty."
Queen Felicia relaxes her tense and formidable yet slender shoulders and replies, "Well, if that is the case, then I guess it is fine. I came to see how you were doing, and I see that my worry was misplaced. I will be going now. I might be back a little later." She says with that sultry tone while giving me elevator eyes, "Maybe after you get yourself cleaned up, of course." I replied with another bow, "Of course, your highness. My body is yours as long as the princess allows it." She lets out a sultry chuckle and looks at me again with those lustful eyes and then leaves. Nat lets out a sigh when she leaves. Queen Felicia has a formidable, intimidating presence. I would hate to get on her bad side.
I turn to Nat and say, "I am sorry I got you in trouble with her highness. No offence, but these are terrible working conditions. You should be allowed breaks and to sit down every so often." Nat laughs, "I don't think we royal servants have the nerve to take a break. They can kill us on a whim. They have killed both servants and slaves on a whim. Mainly Prince Julio, but the queen and the king have also had servants and slaves put to death. We are terrified, but the pay is too good to pass up. We need these jobs to send money home to our families." I respond with a soft smile and a reassuring tone, "If that is the case, then whenever you are with me, consider it a break and relax and sit down. Go ahead and sit back down, and now that it is just the two of us, Ash can come down real quick to say hello. I don't think we will be getting another visitor, and you can enjoy his company while taking a load off your feet. Actually, before I go to the baths to wash, why don't you take off your shoes? I will rub your feet for you."
I scooch my chair over closer to her, and she interjects, "First you tell me to take a break, and then you say you are going to give me a foot massage? Like I am a mistress?" and I say, "No, like a friend. Now give me your feet." She concedes and is petting Ash to conceal him if we get an unexpected visitor, lifting her feet into my lap, and I rub her calloused feet. She lets out a relaxed sigh and asks, "This feels so good. Thank you." I return her usual 'Mmmmhmmmm' while smiling, while continuing to rub her feet, working all of the knots out. Carefully and changing methods often.
Nat then sighs and says, "You know, I was struggling using my magic there for a bit and would sometimes not be able to fulfil my job duties because I couldn't tap into that emotion for magic. I need to feel at ease in order to use magic, and after I was raped, I had a hard time feeling at ease again. The queen had me lashed repeatedly, and I have the scars on my back to prove it. I was just starting to get my magic back again, and then you came. I just feel so at ease with you here that the magic just felt fully natural again. That day, when I saw you, soaked with your sweat, I felt it in my heart: I could use magic to help you, and I listened to my core. Since you have come, I can use magic just like before everything happened. So thank you for being here." She says, smiling softly at me while tying her hair into a ponytail.
I replied, feeling grateful for Nat's presence, "Thank you for being here. I am just trying to survive in this castle, and you are too. Both of us are in the same boat. If you weren't here, I would probably still be crying to myself like a caged bird. The mission I am on is very intimidating and feels overwhelming. Way more than an ordinary woman like me can handle. The pressure on my shoulders to succeed is very heavy, and I can't afford to fail. I may not originally be from this world, but it doesn't mean I don't want to protect the life here. I just need to devote this most probably short life of mine to helping the people of this world."
Nat replies in between moans of pleasure from the foot rub, "What do you mean, short life? Are you expecting to die young?" I reply slightly dejected, "Well, it is only realistic. I will encounter many people along my journey who will try to kill or stop me from succeeding. A mission of this importance, I doubt I will live long with that many enemies. I can be naive and gullible, and I often take people's words at face value. It wouldn't be hard for an enemy to deceive me. I want to get out of this castle as soon as possible because I feel like there are more people in here who would want to harm my mission than out there. Yet, at the moment, I have the best chance of survival in this position, and the goddess wants me here. She put me here for some reason, and I want to have faith in her as she has in me. I will stay in this castle as long as the goddess needs me to."
Nat says, wearing a soft smile, "I hope that is a while so I can enjoy your company. You help make this castle bearable." I replied after a light chuckle, "Ditto." She looks at me inquisitively, "Ditto?" I feel like a dumb ass, "Sorry, that is a term from my first life. Usually, it means to replicate sentiment. Though Ditto was also a character in a game called Pokémon that could transform into any other 'monster' character, like a mirror image. He was like a pink blob of slime with dopey-looking eyes." Nat responded with slight excitement in her tone, "We have pink slimes. You can see through them, and the way the light hits them is actually pretty. Though I hate it when they touch me, they are really gross." She says as she shivers and continues, "Some slimes are made of acid that can melt armour and burn skin, so you have to be careful with them. I forget which kinds, though, since I do not go out adventuring. I am sure there are books in the library on the different kinds of creatures in this world."
I replied intrigued, "I am actually very curious about that. Speaking of, were you able to see if I can borrow some books from the library and bring them to my room?" Nat replies, wearing an 'Oh Shit' face, "Oh yeah! I totally forgot to tell you. So much happened that it slipped my mind. They gave you permission to take books. Just let me know which ones you take so I can keep track of them for accountability purposes." I responded, feeling excited, thinking 'SCORE' to myself, "That is awesome, thank you for asking on my behalf. I completely understand and will let you know all the books I want to take out of the library." Nat replies with a smile, "You are most welcome." She claps her hands on her thighs and continues, "Thank you so much for the foot rub. I need to get back to work before someone comes to fetch me."
I pat her feet platonically, then I release her feet so she can place them down and say, "Just let me know if you need another one. I got you covered, Nat. We need to stick together and support one another in this terrifying place." I reach out, and we grab hands. She holds my hand as if we are shaking without shaking, and she grabs the back of my hand with her other hand, and I return the gesture. Nat nods and replies, "Stuck like slime." I giggle, thinking they must not have glue here, and slimes do sound very sticky, so I repeat after her, "Stuck like slime." She gets her shoes back on, stands up, takes the cart with her, and continues what she does. Thinking back on the slimes, I wonder if there is a variety of slime that acts like glue, so they have it in the world, but it just comes from a different place. I am really curious, but that is a research topic for another time. I need to wash up before meditating in front of the mirror. I grab my concubine outfit and head out.
After cleaning myself off in the baths and getting back in the room, I meditate in front of the mirror. I examine my body. Soaking in my reflection. Trying to absorb the fact that this is my body. I look at this pretty face. After a few days, I haven't seen any unibrow come in or hair on my chin. Those actually used to annoy me so much in my first life, and the goddess gave me this body that is completely hairless besides the hair on my head and my eyebrows, and a small, well-manicured triangle in my pubic area. The area around my lips is bare, which is perfect for my type of lady-scaping. In my past life, I often let all my body hair just run free. Everywhere but my face. I often joked that my pubic region was like a jungle then. Though I wonder if she made me this perfect to make me more desirable for the royal family. I do like that I don't have to make any effort with my appearance. I was pretty carefree about my appearance in my first life, and I didn't deserve my perfectly handsome reflection, since I barely did anything to maintain it besides my daily showers. I would pluck my unibrow and chin hairs every night. That was about the extent of effort I would put into my daily appearance.
I am thankful I do not have to pluck chin hairs. As I think that my chest warmly hums. My core liked that. My magic likes me to accept this body, so I need to find more things I like. This is so hard, I would rather find things I like about Ash. I continue to look at my reflection. Damn, these muscles look good. My chest hums in approval. I think I need to know what I need to do. In my old body, I used to peacock myself around in front of mirrors and reflective surfaces, always admiring my handsome self. I need to start that here and give myself a compliment every time. Here is a resolution for myself. I must give myself one compliment every time I see my reflection. This felt normal in my old body, but I will have to train myself to accept myself in this one.
I stay here, giving myself positive affirmations about my appearance and staring at my reflection, and I must have been here for an hour, maybe two. I hear a knock, and the door opens with the queen in my doorway. I get up immediately to bow as a greeting. She looks at me, "Great, you cleaned yourself up for me nicely. Are you admiring your own beauty?" She says, staring at me in front of the mirror. I reply, looking back into the mirror while still standing up, "I need to get comfortable in my body before I can unlock my magic. I feel as if I am an imposter, though I know I am not. I am just in a new body. Vi says the feeling I have in my chest means I am on the right track." The queen purrs, "Vi huh? Not 'Princess Vi'?" Shit. I probably should not have said that. She giggles that sultry giggle of hers, "I am just teasing you. I am well aware of your little arrangement. Well, at least what she will divulge to her own mother, that is."
She approaches me and wraps her arms around me from behind, looking at my own reflection. Touching my face with one of her hands, "Is this face of yours so bad? I think it is quite lovely." She says this, stroking me on my face like I am her personal pet. She removes her hand and starts touching my body on my stomach, "I think your body is quite lovely too." She starts to slowly work her way between my legs, and I say, "Your highness, I ask that you don't touch me down there. You can touch me anywhere else you desire." Queen Felicia does not look pleased at my words, "Are you just keeping that for my daughter? Is she the only one allowed to touch you or something because that would make me really jealous." She purrs in a slightly aggressive manner, like I am some sort of possession to be fought over. The longer I am here with her, the less I feel like a person.
I responded, shaking my head, "That isn't it, your highness. I told Vi the same thing. I am just not ready to be touched like that yet. I would probably just start crying from missing my wife and ruin the mood. I just ask that you respect my wishes, please. I will still allow you to touch me anywhere else you would like, and I can do anything else you want me to do." She purrs at me, biting her lip seductively as she continues to touch my flesh while studying my reflection, "Anything?" I nod. When I nod in agreement, her hand immediately gets very cold, like ice, as if a switch had been flipped. Like my answer sparked something within her. She drags her hand across my body in one more smooth motion and walks to the door, and whispers something to Nat, and Nat looks uncomfortable at the words the queen spoke. She nods to whatever the queen said and rushes off with a look of concern on her face.
The queen comes back to me and wraps her arms around me again while we wait for Nat to return with whatever the queen requested. She kisses my neck while touching me all over with her very cold hands. She is interrupted by a knock, and the queen says authoritatively, "You may enter." Nat comes in with all of the things we will be needing for sex today. The first thing I see is a whip. What did I just sign up for? I also see dog ears, a butt plug with a dog tail, a collar, and a leash. It looks like she wants me to do puppy play, but with a whip sounds hardcore. I do not know how I feel about that. Before I can think much more about it, she tells Nat, "You can go now."
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While shooing her away with her hands. She turns to me and says firmly, "Strip." While grabbing the whip and pulling it tight. I take my clothes off, and she yells, "Faster! You are going too slow. She snaps the whip just for the sound for now, and I take my clothes off at record speed. After I am completely naked, I reach for the collar and put it on. She purrs, looking at me with lascivious eyes and a smirk, "That is a very good puppy dog." I ask the queen while holding the butt plug tail, "Is there lubrication for the tail?" The queen snaps and furrows her brow and loudly yells, "Puppy dogs don't ask questions! They bark!" and whips my naked back repeatedly until I bark for her. She then says, "Just like that." Taking that as a no to my question, I then spit on it as much as I can, knowing spit does very little for this, and I yelp in pain as I insert it. I am crying a little bit by the time it is fully inside me. It really hurts to wear.
I put on the dog ears, and then I sit down like a good dog would. Trying my best not to get whipped again. Though I would take the pain of the whip over this big dog tail butt plug any day. The whip was just a love tap in comparison to the pain I feel from this plug. She then says, "That is a good puppy." She gets some more supplies that I initially couldn't see, out of sight on the side of the cart, and pulls out a dog bowl and some weird-looking food that I assume is actual dog food. She puts the leash on me. She then fills the bowl with food and puts it down. She yanks my collar, which throws me on all fours and yanks me to the dog food and orders, "Eat it!" I start eating, and it tastes fucking terrible. I start coughing by reflex, and she whips me again. "I SAID EAT!" I start crying, eating it as fast as I can to make this experience get over with, and hopefully not taste it as much. There is no way dogs actually like to eat this garbage. I finish and wipe my tears a little. The queen says, "Uh-uh. You missed some over here." She points to the spot on the floor where I coughed up earlier. She continues snapping the whip in her hand for the extra sound of authority, "Lick it up." This is so dehumanising.
I walk over there on all fours, apparently not fast enough, and she yanks my collar again, and I cough. I get by the food on the floor and bend down, almost like I am doing a deep bow, and lick it up. She puts her cold foot on my face. It may be covered in a sock right now, but I can still feel the chill. "Yesss. That is it. Eat it all up, my new little pet." I finish, and she yanks me over to the bed, making me cough pretty badly. "Now my pet is going to make her master feel good. Bark for me, my puppy." I bark, and she does that sultry giggle of hers, "That's a good puppy." She takes off her clothes and gets into bed. She then says with that deviously formidable sultry tone of hers, "I am going to take you for a ride, my little puppy."
She yanks me on the bed on my back with the dog tail, putting pressure on my anal cavity in this position. It really hurts. For once since being here, I am not imagining my wife doing this. I would never want to taint her image with this terrible experience. She then straddles my head and sits on my face. Facing the rest of my body. She is still holding my leash, and I start to lick. I start by licking like a dog would, but on the lips of her labia. Embracing the puppy role to not get choked right now. I feel like if she wants something, she is going to yank it the first chance she gets. Everything on the queen's body is cold as ice right now. Even the lips of her sex. I am getting really cold in response, though I continue to lick and lick while reaching up and grabbing her breasts with my hands.
She starts humping my face as I continue to lick while she moans seductively. After a while, so she doesn't get bored with me licking the lips of her labia like a dog, I swirl my tongue around the hood of her clit. After a minute of that, I go to suck her clit like that rose toy that was on Earth that women nicknamed 'The soul snatcher', and she yells in ecstasy, "Oh Goddess! Yes! Yes!"
I let go of my suction and go back and do more swirling with my tongue around the hood. Then, repeating the suction and the queen yelling out in ecstasy again. She is feeling like she might be close. I do it one more time and this time on the swirls on my tongue I do it more aggressively and her moans and yells of pleasure are telling me I am on the right track and after a minute or so of that when she sounds really close to orgasming I switch to her clit and suck on it hard like the soul snatcher and I claw at the queen's stomach and scratch while she comes violently on my face aggressively humping my face during this very long orgasm.
I am unable to breathe at the moment, but this is nowhere near as bad as last night in the baths, so I should be able to tough it out until she is done. I continue to suck while clawing at her during her orgasm until she finally slows down after a minute of constant back-to-back waves of orgasms.
She unstraddles my head and plops down beside me, and I gasp for air. She is breathing very hard right now and says in a very breathy voice, "I could get used to a pet like you. She strokes my head and then says, "Ok, puppy, get up and get me a glass of water." I get up, pour the queen some water, and take it to her. I am very parched right now and would love some, but I do not want to get whipped again for asking. I'll just chug water as soon as she leaves. She drinks it pretty quickly, and I put the glass back on the table and go back to bed. She yanks my collar to pull me in for a kiss, and then she starts to touch me while she moans, "I could stay in bed kissing and touching you all day, but I need to get back to my duties. You were a good puppy." She says as she pets me on my head and gets up to leave.
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Nat comes in and shuts the door. Once the queen is out of the room, I go to the chamber pot, and I throw up. I am shivering violently now. I am so cold. Nat rushes over to my aid and drapes a blanket over me while I continue to puke. She then pours me a glass of water for when I finish puking up all that dog food. After I puke, I gladly accept the offering and chug the rest of the water. I immediately take out the butt plug. Yelping in pain at the now covered with blood butt plug that drops to the floor. Nat gasps in horror, grabs it, and puts it in the hidden compartment on her cart so I wouldn't have to look at it. I take off the ears and the collar, and I feel exhausted.
I was hungry before the queen came, and even though I vomited everything up, I can't even think of eating right now. I want to talk with the goddess, but I know I have to wait for Vi tonight. I lay back down in the bed, still shivering, and Nat got a warm, wet cloth and wiped down my back from where the queen whipped me into submission. She also wipes around my neck, and then she gently wipes away some of the blood that is still coming out of my butt from the huge plug. She covers me back up with the blankets so I can warm up, then places a clean, warm, wet cloth on my forehead, turned to the side. I think she is scared to roll me onto my back because there are lashes there, but they don't bother me at all right now.
The cold I feel right now is what is bothering me the most. The coldness of her touch. I shiver violently at the thought. I roll over on my back myself and readjust the cloth on my forehead so it rests evenly. Ash comes down and says nothing. He just cuddles with me, and I drift off to sleep while Nat nurses me, replacing the cloth on my head every so often with a fresh, warm, wet cloth. Neither one of them has said one word. A tear escapes my eye, and I drift off to sleep.