Perhaps the noise they made when they fucked turned some people on, because Maer finds another couple of clients in short order. Soon enough, Maer gets the climax Onmund denied her.

 

 

"Strip."

 

They're still at the Bannered Mare. Maer looks around confused. Why is ordering her to take off her clothes? She's solicited every man in here, and fucked the ones who were willing to pay.

 

It's only a split second to process those thoughts, then Maer strips. Better to obey and not understand than to be too slow and be punished.

 

"Put your hands behind your head, elbows out. Widen your stance." He's using a switch to correct her posture, poking and prodding as he speaks. "Straighten your back. Lift your chin."

 

Once her Master satisfied with Maer's posture, he rests the switch on her inner thigh, just an inch below the crotch. It's drawing some attention from the crowded bar room.

 

"What's the Orc doing with that woman?"

 

"It's his slave, so whatever he wants I guess."

 

"She's got perky tits. Wouldn't mind a mouthful heheh."

 

"I'm sure it can be arranged. She's been selling her ass here all night."

 

She never quite got used to being displayed in public, and this is no different. Her heart is pumping, she can feel herself blushing, and she can feel herself getting turned on... yet again. She's a sex slave. Maybe she's lucky she gets dripping wet so fast. Maybe it's not luck though... maybe her old Master formed her to be like this... what a thought....

 

"The first man who fucked you. Did you talk to him about anything other than whoring?"

 

Her Master's voice snaps her back to the moment.

 

What did he say? The first man... that was Onmund. "No Master. I know him from before, but all we talked about was fucking." It was true. Onmund, it turned out, got off on everything she told him about her situation.

 

"Nhh!" She yelps in pain. A quick series of flicks and her Master is striking her inner thighs. There's not a lot of force - there's not enough room for it - but the switch is flexible and it's a sensitive area.

 

"I did not ask you to explain. You did not need to speak. Do you understand?"

 

Oh shit. That was a mistake. She nods.

 

"Look at me." She does, reluctantly. "I told you I wouldn't let you off easy a second time." He grins an ugly Orcish grin. "I can see the fear in your eyes. Good."

 

He strikes her with the switch. It's a powerful blow, intended to hurt.

 

She uses every ounce of her self-control not to scream. She can feel the red welt rising up in her thigh.

 

He hits her again and again, sparing no part of her body except her face. She moans. She can feel tears, involuntarily rolling down her face. She knows she has to take this and she's using all her mental strength to maintain her position.

 

She can feel the sweat dripping from her skin. Only it's not sweat, it's blood.

 

"He's really hurting that poor girl," someone says.

"Meh, she probably deserved it" comes the reply.

 

Did she deserve it? Maybe. She did break his rule. There's a lot for Maer to get used to.

 

 

When he's done beating her he says "I'm adding another day to your contract for your mistake."

 

"You can't do that!" She regrets it for second, then presses on. "The Jarl said thirty days. You can't just add days whenever you want! That's not right."

 

He looks at her and gives her a single, short nod. "Come," he says.

 

She follows as they leave the inn.

 

He takes her to a small alcove near the guard station by the gate.

 

"Strip."

 

She obeys, hesitantly.

 

The cool rain soothes her reddened skin. Does this have anything to do with their conversation? Did he just accept her counter argument?

 

Perhaps not.

 

The Orc places her in restraints. Her legs spread wide by an iron bar, her arms extended above her head and pinned to the wall. The metal is cool against her skin, and the rain-wet stone tiles freezing against her back, feet and buttocks.

 

"You best think about what I can and can not do."

 

He leaves her there in the freezing rain for who knows how long. She tries to doze off, but it's too uncomfortable. Instead Maer just shivers and waits and whimpers.

 

 

She isn't unconscious when he gets her, but neither is she really thinking anything coherent. She just follows him. Insofar as as she thinks anything she hopes that he won't punish her any more, but it's a half-formed feeling at best.

 

He takes her to a house. She warms up and waits for him to tell her what to do.

 

"Suck my cock. Swallow my load. I will take that to mean you've understood that I can punish you as I see fit, including adding days to your contract. Unless you have something to say...?"

 

She considers the two possible paths. Pushing against her Master's will and what she considers breaking the Jarl's judgement... and suffering the consequences. Or submit to her Master's unfair rule and hope she doesn't give him reason to apply it too frequently.

 

Maer decides she has nothing to say. She drops her clothes to the floor and presses her naked body against her Master. She reaches for his cock. He's already ready for her. Clearly, hurting her turns him on... and her as well, now that she's warmed up. His Orcish cock is big enough that it's awkward for her even though she has little to no gag-reflex left anymore. She does her best - and it's pretty good because it doesn't take long before he's grunting and driving his cock down as far as it will go.

 

He ejaculates, filling her mouth and throat. She gulps it down as if she's greedy for it, but it's to show him she understands and obeys. There's so much of the warm sticky fluid that some escapes and dribbles down her chin. She gathers it with her fingers and licks them clean. There's another post-ejaculatory spasm and a few drops drip from his cock on to the floor. Immediately she's there, licking it up. She wants him to see she's not wasting a single drop. She wants him to know she's obedient. She wants him to know she his slave-whore who tries her best.

 

 

Once again, Maer has submitted. But it's different this time. It's conscious decision. A strategy to deal with the next thirty days (plus however long).

 

With her previous Master, Maer got to a state where all she could think about was how to scramble to obey her Master's whims, how horny she was, and how she felt about it. Everything else was pushed out.

 

That's not the case now. She still - somehow, in the fucked up way she's been conditioned - enjoys the degradation and humiliation and being used as a discardable sex object. She knows how to act the total submissive with a dissolved sense of self, and she's committing herself to that now. She knows the behaviour to display; and she'll even feel it and believe it in the moment when she acts.

 

But her core is still there, undissolved. She still remembers the words of power she mastered at the College. She still remembers the friends and the lovers she has had. She still remembers what she achieved on her own. And in that core - still untouched - she considers what would happened if she murders her Master in his sleep.

 

It's a dispassionate, practical consideration. How would she do it? Would she succeed? And would she get away with it? What would happen afterwards? It's not something she thinks she's going to act on, not at all, but the seed is there and that is very different from when she was with her first Master.

 

Of course, core or no core, Maer still has to finish whoring herself out today to satisfy her Master.

 

She does, and when she is done her Master gives her a small handful of coins from what she's delivered. "One in ten you keep. Use them keep us supplied. Don't waste them."

 

She kneels in the mud before him, nodding. She understands.