Chapter 6A: Other Kingdoms, Puppygirl?

We learn about Sibar’s new ruler and about other kingdoms. NonConsent/Reluctance

Recap:

Previously, on Ari’s request, Gorlm loaned his pony girl Gabby. Ari has promised some unknown favor to Gorlm. Ari takes Gabby to the place she is staying. Gabby narrates to Ari her time on Ayers so far. Gabby and Ari make love. They also discuss their plans to acquire dillithium crystal. Gorlm receives an urgent message from goblin god. He retrieves his property, Gabby, from Ari ahead of time. Riding on Gabby, Gorlm starts his journey back to his village. Ari is in heat just like Gabby, but follows them nonetheless.

A few seasons earlier, in Sibar...

She used her little pink tongue to coax his flaccid manhood to erection. On all fours, under the bed sheet, she gingerly balanced herself over the sleeping figure. As usual, he was sleeping naked. The tip of her tongue swirled over his member. A musky smell hit her nostrils and it tasted salty. She did her best not to vomit.

She hated this - she really really hated this. Even after performing the same routine for the past couple of full moons - she had lost track of how long - she hated it with every fiber of her being.

The owner of the now hardening instrument was still snoring.

She sighed as she teased the tip of his member with her outstretched tongue. Her tongue, pierced with a small stud, could be used with great precision. Her efforts seemed to be bearing fruit as it grew larger. The man - her master or rather her owner, grunted.

She knew from prior punishments that he liked it when she took it in her mouth, only after it was completely erect. She paused for a second and pushed her curly black hairs off her face as she continued licking it like it was some kind of candy.

The shame and humiliation she felt right now was nothing compared to the first time, her owner - the man whose filthy tool she was currently teasing to erection, had stripped off her clothes and dignity in front of the entire court. Before that he had thrown her father and mother, King Aldrick and Queen Celestia, respectively, in the royal dungeons.

He had proclaimed himself to be the divine ruler, not just of Sibar but of the entire human inhabited world. She still remembered it vividly - it was like a recurring nightmare, except it had really happened.

Not too long ago, if someone had told her that she would go from being the Princess of Sibar, third in line to the throne, to a whimpering puppy serving this tyrant, she would have upturned her nose defiantly and scoffed at the idea. Perhaps she would have thrown the speaker in the dungeon after giving him a few good lashes. She chuckled to herself at the thought.

As if this was not debasing enough, to her own dismay, she realized that her body was betraying her. She felt her own heat was rising rapidly. The horrible training and conditioning they were forcing upon her were having its effect. She could feel her breasts grow tighter and insides grow hotter.

Her reverie was brought to an abrupt end by a tug on the leash attached to the magical collar on her slender neck. Her tormentor was awake.

She hastily opened her beautiful mouth and traced her wet lips along the ribbed length of his shaft. Slowly, teasingly, she took him in fully, taking care that her teeth did not scrape him. Soon the tip was hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and would have pulled back, but she felt his hand on her head guiding and forcing her. She had to push down the gag-reflex and concentrate on bobbing her head up and down.

Feeling him swell inside her mouth, she felt her own arousal rising and her cheeks grew hot. Her whole body tensed with deep desire. She closed her eyes hoping he wouldn’t realize how her own body was reacting. Unfortunately, an involuntary moan escaped her.

“Princess...” Zyd warned in a harsh tone “I don’t need to remind you that you are not allowed to come without permission.”

Chastised, she groaned. She despised it when he referred to her as ‘Princess’, a harsh reminder of the person she had been, not so long ago. She tried to relax herself. It was difficult to breathe with the huge thing stuffed into her mouth. On top of it, her own arousal was making it difficult. She gasped for air. She focused on taking shallow breaths as continued to suck him. She traced her tongue under his instrument thrusting in her mouth.

With all she was going through, it was difficult to rein in the fire in her loins. The moistness between her legs was not right. If she was a good Lady, she should have self control. No matter the training and conditioning, she should not be so aroused by the degrading act and almost asphyxiation.

She had been taught not to think about men or these perverse acts, at least not till she was married. The puritanical values under which she was brought up in life did not condone this. Granted she didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter, but still. She hated herself for being so weak.

Somehow, with supreme efforts, she managed to subdue her rebellious body - at least for now.

With each passing second, his already large shaft grew larger. Her jaws were aching, forced to accommodate the increased size. Even through all this, her tongue did not halt for a single moment. She carefully caressed his erection that was violating her throat, touching every sensitive spot. She hated how it was coming naturally to her, almost like reflex actions.

She could feel him tensing up, his back arching. She let his member slide out and twirled her tongue on its tips just like she had been trained. A small tear rolled over her olive cheek as she recalled all the degrading training she had endured. She took small comfort in the fact that this was the only time when she had some miniscule control over things.

“I see that they have trained you well, but I don’t have time for all that. Make sure you swallow every drop. If I see anything on the sheets, you will spend the entire day locked up in your cage!” Zyd grunt and hastily pushed her head down on his throbbing erection.

Her brown eyes rolled back as warm liquid shot its way inside her throat. Fully drained, he pushed her head away after withdrawing himself from her delicate mouth. Remembering his earlier threat, she swallowed the nasty white-hot mess. Without instructions, she hurried to clean his member with her tongue. She did not want to spend another minute in that horrible cage.

“Go, get ready. I have a long day ahead.” her owner ordered as he himself got out of the bed. He pulled a silk robe over his naked body. He admired the cool marble tiles beneath his feet that had intricate mosaic patterns.

Zyd walked across the bedroom, passing by walls that had vibrant murals depicting scenes from some ancient conquests. He approached a discreet archway. He stood there for a minute, taking in the lavishly decorated chamber which served as his makeshift bathroom.

It had been a while since thoughts of his original home planet or his Musly handlers had crossed his mind. The recent transmission from Musly had him worried a bit.

‘Life is good’ he thought. While it hadn’t been easy to manipulate the intricate politics of Sibar, his shrewd use of advanced technology and careful planning had catapulted him to power. Though he acknowledged the role of luck, Zyd took pride in attributing his meteoric rise to his hard work and shrewd endeavors.

Despite his unchallenged rule over Sibar, he couldn’t escape the routine of sending status reports every three months. He was not happy to remember that he was answerable to someone else. This mirrored the lowly tasks assigned to the servants and pets he owned.

If Zyd were honest with himself, he would have admitted that the original task was relatively easy – secure a sample of dilithium crystal and report back before the dreaded GC got wind of it. Never in his wildest dreams had he anticipated becoming the unchallenged ruler of Sibar. In this kingdom, on this primitive planet, Zyd’s word was final. He reveled in the fact that he answered to no one. The final authority! He had slaves attending to his every whim.

This complacent life had led him to overlook his duties. He had neglected to send his regular reports for the past few times. And now, Musly had dispatched another agent to check on him. He wasn’t certain how the agent would navigate through GC space, but likely in the same manner he had. Their mole in GC was really good.

He sighed as he stood in front of a simple copper basin, filled with rose-scented water. His own reflection danced over the still water, light and shadows playing across his face in the pre-dawn glow filtering through the stained-glass windows across the chamber.

He washed his face as usual, the cool water refreshing his senses. After a quick brush of his teeth and the necessary morning ritual, he relieved himself. Even with his supreme position in the kingdom, his current facilities were nowhere near what he was used to in Musly. This was even after he had introduced basic plumbing, ensuring that no foul gasses tainted the air he breathed.

Once done, he moved to a small corner of the room, sat cross-legged, and entered into a solemn prayer, an integral part of his daily routine. The soft murmur of supplication echoed in the chamber, a private communion with the ONE AND ONLY GOD all Muslys believe in.

With the prayer completed, he rose and walked back into his bedroom to get dressed for the day. The opulent wardrobe held an array of luxurious fabrics. He ignored the almost naked slave kneeling near the door waiting to do his bidding. He picked one that he had personally modified to conceal his must-have Musly technology embedded in it.

Zyd came from a culture that was deeply entrenched in patriarchy. He saw himself as the enforcer of rigid gender norms. He himself genuinely believed that men were better, in most situations, than women. His convictions were deeply rooted in his personal experience. His mother had left him for a richer man when he was a toddler. His distraught father had killed himself leaving him an orphan. His distant uncle had taken pity and raised him. Although his newly adopted family was not cruel to him, they never let him forget his mother’s betrayal. His uncle constantly reminded him about the untrustworthiness of women. This only reinforced his beliefs, shaping him into the man he had become.

Sibar used to have comparatively better conditions for women. Under King Aldrick’s rule, the society had progressed. He had outlawed slavery. Although it was still patriarchal, he had provided some semblance of equality. Women were allowed to own land and join the military.

When Zyd took over, things changed. He brought back slavery and enforced strict Musly rules, especially about how women should serve men. The condition of women, which had improved drastically under King Aldrick, worsened. Zyd held a sincere conviction in these beliefs.

Many conservative men who disagreed with Aldrick’s progressive ideas were ecstatic and wholeheartedly embraced Zyd’s rise to power. Zyd swiftly marginalized the progressive faction within the court and elevated the conservatives to influential positions.

While Zyd was getting ready for the day, the young woman, once Princess Adira and now reduced to a slave named ‘princess,’ scurried to descend from the bed. On all fours, she crawled slowly, making sure she did not entangle herself in the leash tied to her enchanted collar. Emerging from the warmth of the bedsheets, the cool air raised goosebumps on her body.

As a result of her brutal training, Adira’s movements were precise and careful. Each inch she covered was a reminder of the freedom she had lost.

The rules, she was told on her first day of training, were cruel but simple. Just two - First: she was no longer a person but just a puppy; that meant she had to act like one, unless commanded otherwise - no walking on two legs, no talking. - Second: she should never cum unless explicitly permitted by a man.

She was not sure which of the two rules was more cruel. With the way her body was reacting, always on fire with even a small stimulation, she reckoned the second one.

In her culture, sex before marriage was not only frowned upon but also illegal. Her mother and the attendants who served her had drilled this into her since she came of age. She was expected to safeguard her virtue for her future husband. “Only whores go around sleeping with everyone. Respected Ladies, especially from the Royal family, have to set an example” her mother had admonished her.

That had not stopped her or her friends from using their fingers to pleasure themselves. Many times, they had exchanged bawdy stories they heard from experienced ladies-in-waiting. They had discussed in detail how it would be the first time - what all nasty things they would do once married.

During one such conversation, one of her close friends had narrated a tale from a neighboring kingdom where women were enslaved and ravished. After that it quickly turned into who would make the most beautiful slave girl. Both her friends had turned on her. They teased her how tantalizing she would look wearing nothing but a collar soon to be auctioned off. As a princess, she would be the most valuable commodity, they argued. Adira had blushed and chided them but her words did not carry any conviction.

She recalled her engorged nipples and throbbing between her legs as she had imagined it happening to her. She had rushed to the privacy of her chambers to fulfill her cravings. She had dreamt that night the entire scene except it ended with a handsome prince rescuing her and making her his queen.

A noise from another room jolted her back to the present. She briefly glanced at a full length mirror on her way. Her reflection stared back at her, a caricature of the person she once was. An almost naked slave, save the enchanted collar around her slender neck. She despised the collar, which her owner could use to temporarily paralyze her. It was a constant symbol of her current status, which if she was to guess, was lower than the lowest. This was not how she had pictured her life as a slave girl in her dreams. Where was her handsome prince, the one who would rescue her from this plight?

As she continued to gaze into the mirror, she observed a beautiful young woman with an oval face. Her hair, dark, curly and disheveled, full lips with some drops of white gue crusted on them, and almond-shaped brown eyes, now puffy and red. Her small, but firm breasts swayed a little when she crawled. The bell on her collar chimed softly whenever she moved. With every movement, her breasts swayed causing unwanted sensations while the bell tinkled.

She craned her neck further. She saw her own waspish waist followed by the most distressing alteration imposed on her. The horrible instrument that jutted out of her ample bottom cheeks was her so-called ‘tail’ - made from her own hair. She had been so proud of her thick curly hair. She had wept passionately when they had partially cut her knee-length black hairs. Later, when they used her own hairs to create a ‘tail’ for her, she cried again, till her tears dried out. The pain and humiliation when the plug was inserted in her rectum, an act so depraved that she hoped the earth would swallow her, almost broke her.

At this point she had grown accustomed to the plug in her behind. It was only removed when they washed her down. The tail tickled and swooshed around as she crawled. Whenever it touched her sensitive womanhood, it sent unwanted desires coursing through her body. She could feel her orgasm building - again!. She knew the rules, the damn rules. She bit her lip hard trying to think of anything other than what her inflamed body so desperately wanted.

She thought back to her life before this horrible ordeal had begun. She would give anything to get back those days, the best time of her young life. Reflecting back on her time as a princess, Adira reluctantly admitted to herself, she had behaved arrogantly with her attendants. In those days, she justified this behavior as a consequence of the privilege she enjoyed as a member of the royal family.

Her attendants had often suffered the brunt of Adira’s pompous demeanor. Whenever Adira made a request, she expected immediate obedience. Rarely did she consider the effort her attendants had to put in to fulfill her whims. Speaking as if she deserved everything, she served as a constant reminder of the vast gap between their social stations.

Her attendants had learnt quickly not to upset the princess and did everything possible to keep her calm.

There were two exceptions to her haughty behavior though. Her two best friends and her pets.

Elysia Evergreen, known as Ely, hailed from a conservative family that opposed the reforms initiated by King Aldrick. The house of Evergreen favored holding onto old traditions. They had welcomed Zyd’s ascent to power, appreciating the stricter rules imposed on females. While Ely felt ambivalent about the traditions and the role of women, if pressured, she would have aligned with her family’s views.

On the other hand, Seraphina Ravenscroft or Sera, came from the house of Ravenscroft that staunchly supported the reforms. Her parents believed strongly in equality. In fact, her mother considered King Aldrick’s reforms to be too timid. Zyd’s ascension to the throne was bad news for the Ravenscrofts. Sera had embraced these values from her childhood and was committed to equality for both genders.

Back then, Adira had not given too much thought to this as they weren’t her immediate concern. Looking back, she wished she had paid more attention to those reforms.

Despite the differing views between her two friends, they were not only close to the princess but also to each other. They shared a deep bond and would willingly sacrifice their lives for the princess. Their shared history and experiences had forged a unique connection. The queen occasionally joked that Adira was even closer to them than her own sisters.

Adira was aware that her attitude towards her pets also perplexed her attendants. She was always nice to her pets, and treated them like family. Though her dogs received royal treatment, she reserved a special fondness for her mare, ‘Poppy’.

The staff had noticed this contrasting behavior too. They used to exchange glances and silent murmurs, acknowledging the challenge of serving a snobbish princess.

To be fair, both the King and Queen, as well as Adira’s siblings, always treated their attendants with respect. They had tried, with little success, to instill the same values in Adira.

While her stroll down memory lane had somehow subdued her urges, she now faced a different problem. Her bladder was uncomfortably full and she felt an urgent need to relieve herself. She quickened her pace. If she could walk, she would have rushed to the nearest bathroom. But while crawling she could only move so quickly.

Keeping her head down she sped up. She hadn’t noticed that she had crawled to the designated area. Her first clue came when her head bumped against two feet. She looked up with pleading eyes.

To her shock, the face that loomed above her was someone from her past. She blinked her eyes hoping her eyes were playing tricks on her. The distinctive hawk-like nose and those piercing green eyes that looked down at her confirmed her fears.

She recalled how she had punished this particular woman when she used to be her handmaiden. She came a few minutes late to attend to Adira. That was enough for Adira to burst in anger. Adira couldn’t recall the name of that particular handmaiden.

She had never really taken time to know the people who served her. The handmaiden had sobbed inconsolably when Adira banished her from the palace. “I have no use for attendants like you” Adira had huffed.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Her Highness gracing us with her presence at last?” the handmaiden taunted.

Adira let out a small whimper. She was in anguish and wanted to tell the lady about her full bladder. She was not allowed to speak, it was against the rules. Squirming in humiliation she dropped her gaze trying to think of a way to convey her discomfort. Every day, since she had been forced into this horrible nightmare, she was led by someone from the designated area to a corner where she could relieve herself.

The woman towering over her was not done yet.

“Helena” the handmaiden addressed someone standing nearby. Getting Helena’s attention she continued in a sweet, mocking tone “Hasn’t His Highness the all mighty Zyd, named this one ‘princess’? How the mighty have fallen.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned her attention to the poor girl on all fours at her feet. She scooted down. She lifted Adira’s chin. She looked in her eyes and with a sneer, she continued her taunting “Well princess, we can’t have you being late now, can we? We all know how particular you are about being punctual.”

Reaching her hand under, she cupped Adira’s swollen breast. She then began to stroke and manipulate the right nipple. Adira bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly as the skilled fingers teased her sensitive nipple. The action was sending unwanted thrills through her naked body. She shifted her knees nervously, not breaking posture. She was not sure if the woman had noticed her distress. She tried to recall what they had taught her about seeking attention if she needed to pee.

While the woman toyed with Adira’s nipple, she used her other hand to pet Adira on her head.

“Isn’t this puppy adorable?” she asked Helena in a sing-song voice.

“Hmm, let’s see. The pup may not recall, as puppies often have simple minds. But when she used to lord over us, she once scolded me for wearing an immodest dress. Oh, how the tides have turned” Helena jeered.

Helena then moved behind the crawling girl and squatted. She lifted the girl’s tail. Adira jerked in surprise as she felt Helena’s fingers between her legs tracing around her soft petals. She inhaled sharply, a gasp escaping her lips. She squirmed in place as Helena continued to draw circles and flicking her fingers on the girl’s clit.