Chapter 6B: Other Kingdoms, a Surprise?

More about Sibar, other kingdoms, puppy girls, rebels - BDSM

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.

In Sibar, things are heating up. Zyd had usurped the ruling king. Princess Adira has been reduced to a mere puppy.

Earlier, few days in to Adira’s training

A girl was squatting like a dog in a begging position. Her rear was resting on her heels. Apart from a dog collar on her slender neck and the obnoxious tail, she was completely nude. Adira blinked and shook her head, trying to confirm what she was seeing. Adira gasped as she realized it was her closest friend Sera. A flurry of emotions coursed through her mind. Shock at seeing her dear friend in this precarious situation. A sense of perverse delight that she was not alone in this hellhole. Joy to see her friend again. Most of all, a feeling of helplessness.

Before she could react, she felt another harsh tug on her leash. She yelped in pain as she felt her bottom explode in pain. Whimpering, she hurried behind her trainer.

A few days later, during a training break

For Adira and Sera, the shock of finding each other in this situation had worn off by now. They had consoled each other on that day.

During their initial training sessions, the head trainer had explained to them the basics. Things like subservience, obedience, pain, endurance and so forth. Then the trainers began elaborating. Making them perform what they called basic commands. They had been taught three so far. The first two were pretty simple - ‘Heel’ and ‘Stay’.

Heel meant they were to simply follow the person holding their leash, six paces behind. They were to only look at that person’s feet. They had to continue doing so even if the leash was let go. In which case they were to pick up the leash with their teeth and carry it. They were to always keep up with, slowing or picking up pace as required while maintaining the six pace distance.

Their trainers did allow them to talk during breaks.

During one of those breaks, Adira had confided in her friend. Initially, she was really hesitant to even broch the topic. The fact that Sera was in was in similar situation gave Adira the courage to open up about the deeply disturbing reaction of her body. She was as as baffled as she was worried about the constant state of arousal that had been growing more and more powerful within her every day. How could she be sexually excited at being abused in this way? But the tingling between her legs, the dampness covering her lady parts and the constant throbbing in her swaying nipples were the proof.

Adira noticed that Sera was squirming. She was relieved when Sera had confirmed that her experience mimicked what Adira was going through. In a way, this made Adira feel a bit better. She was not losing her mind. They had concluded that the constant state of undress and degradation was affecting their naughty desires.

Adira was exhausted. The morning session was grueling as usual. For some reason, their trainer had been harsher than before. Both Sera and her had been disciplined for the smallest errors. After they had finished licking the bowl clean, Sera crawled towards Adira. As trained, she started licking the crumbs sticking to Adira’s face, around her lips and tip of her nose. She had been the one who had kept Adira sane in this nightmare.

“Adira, this will be over soon,” Sera whispered in between her licks. Knowing how much it hurt Adira to be taunted with her former title, she had begun calling her Adira instead of ‘Princess Adira’.

“But for how long, Sera?” Adira whispered back. Her voice was desperate. It was now her turn to lick and clean Sera. “I cannot take it any longer.” She added in a hushed tone.

“Just a little longer. Please, don’t give up hope.” Sera consoled Adira in a reassuring voice. “Ely, came to visit yesterday. Although it was the most humiliating experience in my life, crawling to meet her. She has assured me that this will be over soon.”.

“Oh my goodness Sera!” Adira exclaimed, “I could not have faced her in this condition. What happened?”

Sera’s breasts jiggled as she shrugged. She knelt with her ass resting on her heels, her back straight. This classic sitting position had been drilled into them.

Lowering her voice even further, she added “Oh! I will tell you in detail later. For now, did you know that Penelope has managed to escape? It will be over soon. After that, we will castrate all the men who have put us in this position.”

In what felt like ages, a glimmer of hope danced in Adira’s eyes for the first time. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She wanted to jump in joy. Her sister had escaped! She looked at Sera. She giggled, imagining how a castrated Zyd would look like.

Wanting to hear more, Adira opened her mouth to speak. The sound of approaching footsteps cut her short. With a sense of urgency, she hurried to complete her task. The girls hurried to crawl back to their designated spots. They knew that they had to resume their positions before their trainer arrived.

Inside Sibar near Ashel border

Near the Ashel border, the outskirts of Sibar extended seamlessly into the Goblin forest. Hidden within the dense canopy, a small village served as their rendezvous point. As Myrine approached the tavern and the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest was replaced by the scent of wood smoke coming from the tavern. When she got closer, she could hear the distant sounds of drunken guests arguing. She could also hear the loud voices of occasional brawl.

Myrine still exuded a commanding presence even though she had dressed in simple peasant clothing. She was easily a head taller than most patrons in the tavern which was not uncommon for high-ranking commanders in Ashel’s royal army. Yet, she felt exposed without her usual regal armor. Stepping into the dimly lit room, her keen eyes scanned the room. She was searching for her trusted agent amidst the smoky haze.

She spotted her contact, the handler of Ashel spies inside Sibar. Calmly sipping a drink, she was sitting at a table in the far corner. They both nodded in recognition. Making her way over through the crowd, Myrine settled into the vacant seat. She waved the serving girl to bring her ale.

The handler had seen Myrine enter in her disguise. She was not sure if Myrine would have been able to fool anyone in the tavern. Even in her ragged clothes, she looked majestic with her commanding presence, an angelic face and perfect gait. Luckily for them, most of the folks in the tavern were half drunk. In addition, the tavern keeper and her staff were staunch Ashel supporters.

Myrine realized that it was going to be difficult conversing amidst the clatter of tankards and loud noises around them. After exchanging pleasantries, they got down to business.

“Commander, I have good news and bad news.” the handler inquired in a hushed tone. Keeping her voice barely audible over the noise she asked “Which would you prefer first?”

“I see that you have not lost your wit despite being stationed in Sibar.” Myrine chuckled softly “let’s start with the good news.”

“As per your instructions, Morgana and Diana have successfully integrated into the capital,” the handler reported. Her eyes glimmered with satisfaction. “Their home will serve as a vital hub for our efforts in Sibar.” Myrine nodded in approval. Her mind was already racing with strategies and plans.

“Have you made contact with King Aldrick’s loyalist?” Myrine continued her questions.

“Yes, that’s another piece of good news,” the handler responded with a proud smile. “They were initially hesitant, but after presenting our offer, they are fully on board. Although, I must admit, some remain reluctant to engage with us.” Myrine nodded appreciatively at the update, returning the smile.

“And what’s the bad news?” she prompted, her voice edged with anticipation.

“You recall the individual that seized power from King Aldrick right?” the handler asked. With a nod from Myrine, the handler continued “This ‘Zyd’ fella, well no one knows where he comes from. He has transformed Sibar into a living nightmare.” She took a breath, her expression darkening. Still keeping her voice low, she added “Now-a-days, women do not dare to venture beyond their homes without escort. If they do, they are likely to fall prey to his ruthless enforcers - which he ironically calls ‘Council of Morality and Virtue’.”

Myrines’s jaw clenched in anger at the plight of her sisters across the border. She knew that her queen was about to sign an agreement with King Aldrick when Zyd had forced him out. She pushed her emotions aside to focus on the task at hand.

“But that’s not all. He has struck a deal with those hated Goblins. He is selling off incarcerated women to the Goblin slavers. Apparently, Zyd has also promised them aid against our beloved kingdom.” the handler went on in a heavy voice.

Myrine massaged her temples. She took deep breaths to quell her rising fury as she processed the dire situation in Sibar.

“And what of Zyd himself?” she inquired, her controlled voice barely above a whisper.

“There are rumours amongst the populace,” the handler hesitated. With a troubled gaze she continued “Whispers of Zyd’s claim to divine power, of his ability to be in multiple places at the same time. There are even rumors that his manhood is the biggest.” the handler blushed at the last statement. Nodding emphatically she added “There is something sinister about that man.”

“What happened to our team that was going to infiltrate the palace?” Myrine asked in a concerned voice.

As if on cue, a sudden commotion erupted from the far end of the tavern. The clash of tankards and the shouts of angry patrons filled the air. A brawl broke out between two drunken guests. Tables overturned, sending mugs and plates crashing to the floor, while others scrambled to move out of harm’s way.

“That’s the worst news,” the handler replied, raising her voice to be heard over the chaos. “No one has seen or heard back from either of them. My guess is they were captured and are now in the royal dungeons.”

Myrine’s jaw tightened at the grim assessment. She cast a wary glance at the escalating brawl before turning back to the handler.

“Should I instruct our assets to attempt a rescue?” the handler proposed with a worried expression. She surveyed the unruly scene unfolding before them.

Instead of answering, Myrine rose from her seat. She gave the handler a subtle nod to follow as she gently nudged her shoulder. They made their way outside to escape the escalating commotion.

“Let me get back to you on that. You can expect a note from me at our usual rendezvous point,” she assured the handler, her mind racing with possibilities.

After bidding the handler a final farewell, she hastened into the dense forest. She quickened her pace eager to get back home. She found her faithful horse right where she had left him. She changed into her familiar armor, tugging the peasant dress away.

Few moons later in Sibar

Zyd was happy. He was in his regal chamber. ‘Life is good’ he thought to himself. His experiments earlier that day had confirmed what he had suspected. The so-called “Pony Fruit” that the Goblin potion maker had given to him was an astounding find. When the Goblin potion maker had explained to him how the Goblins use it to control their “ponies” by controlling their libido, he had been skeptical. However, his own analysis of the fruit and its effects were more than what he might have hoped for.

The experiments revealed remarkable side effects of the fruit. Not only was the ‘Pony Fruit’ a potent aphrodisiac, but it also possessed natural contraceptive properties. The amount of estrogen and progestogen hormones found in the fruit had baffled him. He had tested it multiple times but the results were the same. He had concluded that any woman on this fruits’ regimen would not have to worry about her monthly cycles. The analysis further confirmed that the fruit was a genetically enhanced variant of one of the local species. What surprised him the most was the short term memory loss it induced if mixed with ‘Salvia divinorum’.

Zyd vaguely wondered about the capabilities of individuals on this backward planet to modify DNA at such a level. While genetic manipulation was common in advanced civilizations like Musly, he doubted the locals possessed the scientific expertise for such feats.

He smiled to himself as he recalled an offhand remark from the Goblin potion maker that now made perfect sense. Apparently, it was a well known belief amongst the Goblins that humans were unable to conceive in the confines of Goblin captivity. She had mentioned that the only way for the Goblins to breed their “ponies” was by leaving them with special dwarfs for a couple of months. It was more expensive to part with a well trained pony for such a long duration than to just capture new ones. Thus the Goblins rarely bred their fillies. Only the ones designated to be ‘cows’ were bred. It made perfect sense now. This duration likely coincided with the time it took for the “ponies” to return to their regular reproductive cycle.

What the Goblins had not realized, but was confirmed by his analysis, was that the skin of fruits contained higher concentrations of those hormones than the succulent, addictive juicy layer. Zyd had devised a method to extract the hormones from the fruit’s peel, converting it into a powder form. This powder could be conveniently stored for months, if not years, without concern for spoilage. Although the fruit itself was barely larger than an orange, it was much easier to transport the powder than the fruit itself.

Sound of small bells tinkling followed by heavy footsteps brought him out of his thoughts. He smiled as he saw a woman crawling in his regal chamber followed by Lord Blackwood holding a delicate gold chain attached to a large ring in her septum. But for a dog collar around her neck, the creature crawling towards him was completely naked.

“Lord Blackwood, I see that you finally have her under control.” Zyd exclaimed

“Stay” Lord Blackwood ordered the cowering woman. He tied the chain to the chair and sat across the table from Zyd. Smiling to Zyd he responded “Yes Your Highness. This one proved to be a challenge but nothing a good training cannot overcome. I hear you have some new ideas?”

Looking down at the kneeling woman, Zyd smiled. His deviant urges had frustrated him in Musly. Though legal options like lifelike robots or holos existed, Zyd found them devoid of challenge. Despite their advanced artificial intelligence, they couldn’t compare to the thrill of the real hunt. On this planet though, in this barbaric society, he was just one of the many so called deviants. In his mind, Zyd saw himself as the apex predator.

“Ah yes. I have enchanted dust for you to use.” Zyd informed. He went on looking into Lord Blackwood’s eager eyes of an acolyte “Ames, this will solve the problem you were worried about earlier.”

He then went on to explain how the pony powder would help. Ames had complained that a few days every month he could not avail his female slaves. Zyd assured him that a daily dose will not only keep his slaves constantly aroused but also make them available throughout the month. It also had an added benefit of preventing pregnancy. Rather proud of himself, he smiled inwardly with satisfaction at the almost reverent look on Ames face.

“Your Highness!,” Lord Ames Blackwood exclaimed in excitement, “this will help keep them under control. As you alway say, our God really loves us.”

As ordained by their beliefs, the Muslys firmly believed in the traditional roles of men as breadwinners, decision-makers, and protectors of their women. However, they were pragmatic. Practicality had prevailed when they recognized that if half the population remained confined to the home, they could never compete with the GC. Moreover, real-world examples had demonstrated that women were just as competent, if not superior, in many aspects of running a successful empire. As a result, the old rules were rescinded, and in recent centuries, women had ascended to higher positions in various fields within the Musly empire.

When Zyd had received this current assignment to confirm and report back on the dillithium crystals, he wasn’t thrilled. While women in high positions weren’t unheard of in Musly, they remained rare. He suspected his immediate superior, Mona, a woman who had swiftly risen in ranks and now lead their department, of using this mission as an excuse to sideline him. Despite the patriarchal culture, Mona had ascended in hierarchy.

This had sparked various rumors about her methods hinting at using her beauty to attain the position. Zyd was jealous of her rapid rise just like others in his department. However, he acknowledged her competence. She was known for her efficiency and hands-on approach, actively involved in every task. While demanding, she was also fair. She was unwilling to tolerate any lack of diligence from her team.

“Your Highness, another good news,” Lord Blackwood continued “I have news from the team you had sent for collection. They have apprehended the woman in question. They should be reaching the palace with her within two days. As you had predicted, the team found her in the exact spot you had told us. Unfortunately we lost twelve of our men. As you had warned, that woman is really powerful. Your Highness, this has even the non believers convinced that our God communicates with you.”

“Life is good, Lord Blackwood.” Zyd responded happily, smiling. Earlier, when he had received word from Musly that Mona was on her way to salvage the mission, he had been concerned. However, he had meticulously devised a plan to track her entry to Ayers. Diverting considerable resources from his burgeoning factories, he had established a tracking system to alert him of any atmospheric entries. His efforts had paid off. He knew exactly where Mona’s shuttle had landed. Acting swiftly, he had dispatched an elite team to capture and retrieve her. And now, in just two days, he will meet her again.

Zyd had doubts. He was not sure if even his elite team could match Mona’s skills. He had personally trained them extensively and provided them with a few ingenious devices for the task. But he knew that the technology of Musly, and indeed the GC, far surpassed that of this primitive planet. He was a planner. As a risk mitigation strategy he had decided to rely on brute strength. Given the fact that Mona was stickler for rules, he had correctly guessed that she wouldn’t blatantly display any advanced technology which was against the Musly regulations. Thus, he aimed to overwhelm any covert tech she might use with overwhelming numbers. Nonetheless, he considered it a victory.

Sera recounts her meeting with Ely to Adira

The other day, I was told that I was to be rewarded for completing first part of my obedience training. As if that was not humiliating enough, the ‘reward’ was even more degrading. As a reward, they said, I would get to meet Ely. I was beside myself. Forgetting the rules, I spoke. I implored them to let me wear something for the meeting, anything. Of course I was swiftly punished. It was horrible. My rear burnt in pain. Sniffling, I had to heel behind the trainer as they took me to the visiting chamber of the right wing.

I was not looking forward to this. This was wrong - everything about it. Being led by leash like a mere dog, with my swinging breasts, tail ‘wagging’ and rear exposed.

As we approached the door, I did not want to enter the chamber. I hesitated and stopped.

“Heel!” my leash holder commanded, emphasizing it with a sharp tug on my leash. To avoid any further punishment, I reluctantly resumed my degrading crawl to meet Ely.

“Stay” stopping abruptly, my leash holder barked.

Even before my brain could register the command, my body complied. I stopped. I felt utterly humiliated at my body’s instinctive response. I was behaving like a well trained puppy. I cast a surreptitious glance and noticed Ely resting on the settee. She was wearing a beautiful purple gown. She looked regal, especially considering my own state of undress.

“Beg” came the next command.

Reflexively, I assumed the position drilled into me. I raised myself. I knelt with my rear resting on my heels, my knees spread wide. I adjusted my tail so that it flowed between my heels. I arched my back slightly, thrusting my breasts outward. I held my head high, eyes downcast. I pressed my elbows into my sides and lifted up my hands. I relaxed my wrists and allowed my closed fists to drop down, assuming the begging position we have been trained for.

I realized in trepidation that if the smell of my arousal did not clue in Ely, then the wetness between my parted legs would surely do the trick. I squirmed, feeling an all too familiar mixture of arousal and humiliation taking hold over my body. I dared not raise my gaze.

I felt a slight touch of the cane on my bare back. It was a warning from my leash holder to complete the final part of this degrading position. I did not want to do it. But I had little choice. I exhaled and let my ego deflate along with my lungs. Finally, I let out whimpering sounds like a real dog - the last part of assuming a begging pose.

With my eyes cast down, I could only see Ely’s shoes peeking out from beneath her dress. She was tapping her left foot. Surely, she had heard me whimper like a bitch. I cannot describe the shame I felt at that moment.

“Lady Elysia, this is buttercup, formerly known as Lady Seraphina,” my leash holder announced as if introducing a prize dog. She continued “this puppy is still in training. It’s a feisty one, still has a defiant streak left in it. It has completed a part of its training successfully. As a reward for the puppy, we arranged this meeting. Would you like to see what it has learnt so far?”

I wished I could sink into the ground. I wanted to scream and shout and claw my leash holders’ eyes out.

Ely rose from the settee and walked around me. I didn’t dare break my position. What was she doing? Was she going to get me out of this awful predicament? Or was she inspecting me? I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment at that thought. I must have been a sight to behold. Begging and whimpering like a dog, my leash held by my leash holder, with nothing but a collar on me.

“I am sure your training must be excellent,” Ely said in her usual calm tone. “What other tricks has it been taught?”

“Well, my Lady, this one is in its early stages of training. So far it has learnt some basic commands like ‘heel’, ‘beg’ and ‘stay’. This one is not well trained, yet!” my leash holder answered, stressing the last word.

I blushed crimson. I realized that women were by far crueler trainers.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle tug on my ‘tail’. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed that Ely had picked it up and was twirling the hair strands in her fingers.

“These look real. They match perfectly with the one on her head. Where did you find them? “ enquired Ely as she continued to play with my ‘tail’.

Despite my horror, I found a shiver run through me. A low moan escaped my mouth. As she stepped around me, I remained still, in the ‘begging’ position, just like we have been trained to do.

“My Lady, we used its own hair for its tail,” I heard my leash holder respond enthusiastically as if it was some clever ploy they had used. I also noticed how she referred to me as ‘it’ unlike Ely who had called me ‘she’.

Letting go of my tail, Ely traced her fingers over my collar. I was startled as her hand snaked around me to lift my right breast. Weighing it, her fingers brushed over my nipple. To my shame, it had pebbled with the attention it received. She took it in her fingers and began pulling on it as if milking it. I stifled a groan. My sensitive nipple seemed to have a mind of its own. I could feel my skin tingle in aroused, confused delight. Letting go of my nipple, her fingers traced down, hovering over my belly button. She began to trace circles around it. My taut belly quivered at the touch.

Next, her fingers moved slowly, down south, caressing. Goosebumps erupted all over me. I gulped in humiliation realizing what Jane was about to do. I was beyond caring. I gasped as she thrust one of her fingers into my folds. My already slick mounds did not offer any resistance. An involuntary moan left my lips when she buried one digit deep inside me. I shuddered. I felt heat rising between my thighs. It was difficult to maintain my position. My whole body was trembling in anticipation.

“Is this one always this wet?” I heard Ely ask my leash holder, all the while continuing to torment me with her fingers.

‘What was Ely doing? Why was she treating me like this? Being referred to as “it” by my leash holder was one thing but why was even Ely now referring to me like I was some dumb animal? What games was she playing? Worst of all, why was this demeaning situation making me wetter? What was wrong with me?’ I felt a swell of humiliation surge through me and the dampness between my legs increase.

“Pardon my language but these bitches are always in heat, my Lady. They are not allowed relief without permission.” I heard my leash holder quip in delight. My befuddled mind barely registered her response.

With a plop, Ely retreated her finger from within me. I whimpered pathetically at the empty feeling I was left with. I thrust my hips forward, shamelessly, trying to hold on to her finger. It was so degrading. I mewled in frustration when Ely wiped her glistening finger on my cheek.

“Well, this one sure seems to be in heat. Leave us alone. I will send for you once I am done.” Ely ordered in a firm tone.

They were acting as if I wasn’t even there, speaking about me as if I was some inanimate object. The worst part was how my poor body was reacting to this. Tears of humiliation swelled up in my eyes.

“Yes my Lady,” my leash holder acquiesced. I heard her snicker as she added “it hasn’t been house-broken yet. Be careful or it may stain your floor.” Then I heard footsteps retreating out of the chamber.

After my leash holder had departed, I heard Ely walk away from me. I heard the door close. I did not move. I was not sure if this was another test, some sick twisted game.

“Sera!” Ely exclaimed as she rushed to me and pulled me up in an embrace. “What have they done to you?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. “I had to play the part,” she added, explaining her earlier behavior.

I could not stop myself. Overwhelmed with emotions, choking back a sob of my own, I hugged her back. I did not care if my juices stained her dress. I was so glad it was just an act. Ely was still my friend - our friend.

“Oh Ely,” I sobbed. I knew I was breaking the rules. I was not allowed to talk. I did not care. “It’s horrible, Ely. They treat us like we are real dogs. They have been training us to be a dog. We are not allowed to talk. You saw what she made me do.”

“Us?” Ely asked, pulling away from the embrace and cupping my face in her hand.

A few seasons later in Lord Blackwood’s Manor.

Mildred was lying on the small bed in her room. She was glad though that she was no longer forced to sleep in the scratchy straw animal bedding in her stall in the stables. Naked under the thin blankets, the restless girl was unable to sleep. She longed to put her hands under the blankets and play with herself. She knew she could not. The huge ugly guard patrolling up and down between the beds had a cane in his hand. The red stripes on her still sore bottom were a reminder to behave.

She would never forget the awful orders from the chief trainer. He had told her mother and herself that from now on being caught touching themselves would be regarded as being unfaithful to their owner. This would result in ten strokes of cane.

Their owner! She had only met him once since their capture a few moons ago. She was still not sure why she was in this situation but her mother had mentioned something to do with harboring spies in their mansion. Their fall from grace was swift. The men who stormed their home had simply stripped her mother and herself of any clothes, attached collars to their slender necks, forced them into a wagon and carted them away in the middle of the night. Their significant sentry had not offered any resistance as the men carried authorization from the King himself.

Since their detainment, life had been horrible to say the least. They were kept in a stable along with other horses and treated like mere animals. She had seen other women in stalls adjacent to hers. Some of the women, she had noticed with shock, were clearly pregnant. Brand marks on their swollen bellies were wildly distorted. She had been horrified to see big brass rings hanging from the women’s noses. ‘Thank God’, she thought, they had not put one on her or her mother. She had noticed two large and tall women in front of her own stall. They had scared her. She had guessed, correctly, that those women were from Ashel. They too had sported a brass ring in their septum. They had been harnessed like a real horse complete with a bridle and bit in their mouth.