While Maer is allowed to wear clothes now she makes sure to strip naked whenever she asks her Master how she may serve him. She does this to show her submission, of course, but also in the hope that he won't take away her clothes (and especially her boots) again. It seems to be working.

 

"Slave, your fighting has been more effective recently."

"Thank you Master."

 

"I didn't say it was a good thing."

 

"..."

 

"You exist to get fucked."

 

"Yes Master."

"Yes what?"

"I exist to get fucked, Master."

 

"That's right. And to amuse me. And to serve me. To carry things, cook, and set up camp. Not to fight."

 

"Yes Master, I exist to amuse..."

 

*SLAP!*

 

"Don't talk so much or you'll get the gag again."

 

"..."

 

"Still... as long as you're being obedient, you may fight. Just don't get in the way."

 

"..."

 

"But don't get any ideas above your station. You're a fuck-slave, nothing more. To help you remember that, you'll be wearing a rope harness from now on."

 

"Thank you Master! I won't forget! I'm a fuck-slave! Your fuck-slave, Master!"

 

Maer is genuinely pleased with the outcome of the conversation. She is still allowed to fight and her Master didn't take away her boots. The rope harness doesn't matter. At this point she's gotten so used to her slave existence that wearing bondage and restrictive equipment doesn't bother her at all - especially when it doesn't actually interfere with anything.

 

 

Maer's Master turns to the future Sybil of Dibella - her name is Fjotra.

 

"My slave is a devotee of Dibella in her own way. She doesn't understand much of it, of course, but she really does enjoy fucking."

 

"I see," says Fjotra. She is uncertain. "I honestly don't know much about the Goddess or the Temple yet... I suppose I'm to be instructed once we reach Markath."

 

"Probably. Just don't listen to anything this dumb slut tells you before then" - he nuzzles Maer's head roughly like you would a dog's - "I'd hate for you to get your head filled with nonsense or worse before the Sisters can teach you."

 

Fjotra nods, eyeing Maer with a mixture of distrust, pity, and curiosity.

 

Over the next little, whenever Maer's Master humiliates or degrades her (a little more frequently and severely now) Fjotra seems to be close at hand. Is deliberate on his part, or is it Fjotra who makes sure she doesn't miss out? Maer doesn't really have the time to consider it as she continually scrambles to obey her master. Part of Maer had hoped that taking part in the rescue of the future Sybil would reflect positively on her in the Sybil's eyes, but that is not how it turns out.

 

 

They don't take a direct route back. Apparently, Maer's Master has other things to attend to before he heads to Markath.

 

"When do you think we'll get to Markath," asks the future Sybil.

 

"I don't know, my Lady," replies Lydia, "but you'll get there in one piece, don't worry. We'll protect you."

 

"Thank you Lydia. I have a question..."

 

"Yes?"

 

"Your Thane said his slave... he said she volunteered to become a slave? That she wants to be treated like that... is that true?"

 

They were talking about Maer as if she wasn't there. Of course, she was a slave and should talk until spoken too but it was still weird.

 

"Yes, I'd say it's true."

 

Was it? In a way it was. When her Master put the collar on her and called her "slave" she didn't say no, not even once. He didn't force her. She had called him Master first qn. Why was that?

 

"How can that be," asked Fjotra. "How can anyone let themselves be treated like...like... this?" She gestures vaguely towards Maer, a look of intermingled disgust, pity, and wonder on her face.

 

Lydia shrugs. "Who can say? But I know it's true. If you watch, you'll see it too. That one... she wants to be treated like... well, like the way she's being treated."

 

 

 

Fjotra seems to take Lydia's "if you watch" to heart. Whenever her Master fucks Maer, or punishes her, or humiliates her, Fjotra is right there taking it all in. It's a bit creepy, but Maer finds it turns her on too.

 

Maybe Lydia is right. Maybe Maer really enjoys the degradation on some level. She hasn't tried to fight back, that's for sure.

 

Maer's thoughts are interrupted as her Master beckons. She rushes over, eager and weary in equal parts. Fjotra, of course, is watching.

 

 

Leona joins Maer and her Master for a threesome after a hard fought battle (one where Maer's orgasm fatigue meant she couldn't concentrate much on casting any spells). This is a first, as Leona mostly fucks Lydia and occasionally hatefucks Maer. She has not, until now, had intercourse with the Thane. Maer had wondered if Leona was only to women.

 

Apparently not.

 

And, of course, Fjotra keeps close taking in every detail. Perhaps that curiosity is part of what makes her the next Sybil. Interestingly, Leona ends up in a position in the middle - with Leona's face buried between Maer's wet labia at one point - that Maer would normally expect to find herself in. Her Master considers it more degrading that way - he's said so more than once when Maer's been between him and Lydia - and Maer agrees. But maybe Leona does not? Maer knows better than to ask her, though.

 

 

Maer has yet another success!

 

After several more nights of study, after everyone has been taken care of, she finally manages to master the Pale Shadow spell. Later, they attack a bandit camp for whatever reason. Maer is never quite sure why some bandits are enemies and others are not. That's her Master's business.

 

The funny thing is that when they find the bandit camp, the bandits are in the process of - unsuccessfully - defending against a pack of marauding sabre cats. The group piles in during the chaos, to finish the bandits and the cats. At this point, Maer casts Pale Shadow a couple of times on the sabre cats, and they go down quite fast.

 

"I have to admit, that was effective," says Leona. "And you didn't get in the way or put yourself in danger."

 

"Thank you," says Maer meekly, though she can't suppress a small smile. "Maybe I'll let you lick my pussy later." She doesn't say that, but she thinks it. That is part of why she's smiling.

 

 

Maer's Master notices her smile.

 

"Slave."

 

She scrambles to his side and assumes the position, her demeanour immediately submissive. "Yes Master?"

 

"Remove your clothes." She strips without a word.

"Leona, would you say this slave was insolent? The way she looked at you?"

 

"Yes. Without a doubt."

 

"Slave. You will not wear clothes again. It is obviously bad for your attitude."

 

"No! Please! At least let me..." Maer starts, but a hard look from her Master stops her mid sentence.

 

"Think carefully about what you're trying to say," he says.
 

"... yes Master. Thank you." She needs to make up for her outburst. "... at least let me suck your cock."

 

"No," he says and returns to his conversation with Lydia. When his back is turned, Maer shoots Leona a glare. She winks and smiles, enjoying Maer's discomfort. "Don't forget. You owe me," says Leona.

 

Maer is considering whether to respond and worrying about what Leona might do when her Master gives the order to move out. With a sigh, Maer picks up her heavy backpack. As they travel the others - including Fjotra - make a game of smacking Maer's ass and telling her to run. She's not quite sure what the rules of the game are, all she knows is that she's running while they laugh. Leona, of course, slaps the hardest and sometimes her tits too.

 

It's a long trip back to Markath, especially in bare feet.