Chapter 1: Bound Up Love

Acolyte Sophia – The Golden Hunger, the Nimborgoth

I couldn’t stop trembling. I was still so overcome by the events of last night. Not even my brief nap I took the moment I boarded the Golden Hunger in the early light of morning had calmed me. So much had happened last night. We had descended into the Labyrinth and almost been butchered by the Minotaur. All so we could claim his heart to power the reforging of the High King’s sword. We had liberated the people of Grahata. No longer would they have to send young women into the Labyrinth to placate the brute.

But that wasn’t why I was trembling.

Angela picked me. Me!

Four months ago, she had given up her memories of her lover Kevin as payment to receive the Lesbius Oracle’s prophecy, the words that had guided us on the path of claiming the sword and led to gathering all our wonderful companions. Even Chaun. And since then, she had come to love me. But, in the back of my mind, a worry nibbled.

What if she only loved me because she couldn’t remember Kevin?

Chaun saw Angela’s love in her mind. He was a changeling. He could take on the appearance of a woman’s male lover or her husband. More proof that Angela, despite forgetting him, still loved Kevin. And then he appeared, trying to arrest her, trying to win her back. And he kissed her, blessed by Luben, and her memories came back.

And she still picked me.

If the Oracle asked me today to give up my love for Sophia, I would tell her no. I would walk away.

Those beautiful words echoed through my mind. She loved me more than Kevin, more than the Quest to kill the dragon Dominari. A giddy giggle burst through my lips as I strolled the deck of the ship. I know I should sleep. We had fought all night and then Minx’s lust bomb had thrown us into an orgy. I was exhausted.

But I was too keyed up to sleep.

Angela loved me.

I threw back my head and laughed, not caring that the brawny pirates of the Golden Hunger gave me strange looks as they moved along the deck, doing ... whatever it is pirates do to keep a ship sailing. I didn’t care. I spun around, my white robes swirling about my legs. I breathed in the salt spray of the ship. Seagulls cawed in the air, almost hovering in place beside the ship’s sails, flying on the same wind propelling the corsair through the gray-blue waters of the Nimborgoth.

Our quest was almost done. We sailed southeast for the River Kemoh crossing the Vyman Plains into the Haunted Forest. We just had to get through the dark woods, reputed to be home to all manner of monsters from werewolves to the foul creations of the Biomancer Vebrin. In the heart, we would find Drakin Castle, the Biomancer’s old lair and, according to legend, where the last piece of the High King sword lay. Once we recovered it, we had to sail north back to the mainland and head to the Altar of Souls in eastern Zeutch on the edge of Dominari’s Desolation.

And then we had to kill the most dangerous dragon still alive. Angela would complete her Quest and...

We would be together. Fugitives, but together.

I let out another squeal of delight. We were almost five months on this quest. We started in spring and autumn was already upon us. The skies overhead were gray, the water’s choppy. But the prospect of storms didn’t scare me. Nothing scared me.

We would overcome all obstacles because Angela loved me.

“You should be asleep.”

I gasped, spinning around to see my Angela, my Queen, striding the deck. Her red hair fell about her beautiful face, ruffled by the breeze. Her blue eyes were shining. She wore her armor, dressed like a knight even though her name was attained for the crimes we committed in Raratha to secure a piece of the blade. Her large breasts filled out her half-breastplate, her cleavage a delight to behold. Thigh-high boots and metal greaves adorned her long legs, a loincloth of chainmail swinging between her thighs. It dangled from her thick sword belt. Pauldrons covered her shoulders, kissed by her fiery hair, and bracers clad her forearms.

“I’m just too happy to sleep, my Queen,” I said. I loved calling her that. Maybe, once she had the High King’s sword, she could take her ancestor’s place, defy custom that said no woman could rule, and reforge his empire.

She was his heir, descended from his daughter Lily. And then she would be my Queen in truth. The sphinx I met in Raratha said I was fit to be a queen’s concubine.

“I can see that,” Angela smiled. She shifted with the ship’s roll, rustling a coil of coarse rope looped over her right shoulder. In her hand she held a small, leather satchel.

I smiled at the rope. “Do you need to secure something, my Queen?”

“I have a naughty concubine who has decided to dance about the deck.” She glanced up at the skies. “And with the sea so choppy and the sky darkening, I feel the need to secure her properly. To bind her in place.”

My heart thudded more. I loved bondage. I didn’t know that when we started the quest, but being wrapped up by a giganraneae’s web and then bound by a dryad’s tree had awakened desires in me. I liked being bound. I liked being spanked. I liked pain and domination.

And Angela liked giving them to me.

“It would be tragic to lose your concubine,” I said with a grin, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. My nipples ached. “She is such a lovely thing. And where else can you find a woman as beautiful as her?”

“Oh, the Halanian women are gorgeous, and everyone knows nothing rivals the radiance of a Zeutchian woman.”

My eyes widened. “Is a dark-skinned whore or a busty, blonde slut at all comparable to a Secaran flower?” I licked my lips, savoring the feel of my tongue stud. “Especially one temple-trained and dedicated to Saphique.”

“Well...” Angela’s smile played. “Maybe she’s not irreplaceable. It would be a lot of work to find another woman like her. So I guess I better tie her up. Make sure she’s safe and sound.”

I nodded my head. “Whatever my Queen thinks is proper.”

Angela licked her lips, her hips shifting, chainmail loincloth clinking. “Strip.”

“Yes, my Queen,” I said, my cheeks growing crimson. There were so many men on deck, watching us. They all stared at me with lusty eyes. They knew I was dedicated to Saphique, sworn to never touch a man, so they all lusted after me. They all wanted to be the guy to fuck me straight.

And Angela delighted in showing off my body to them, humiliating me. She knew how wet it made me.

I trembled as I undid the knots of my rope. Excitement and shame writhed through me as the pirates stopped their work. Coarse words found my ears as I slipped my robe off my shoulders, letting it fall off my naked body, exposing my small breasts and shaved pussy. Both my nipples were hard. I stroked my stomach, brushing my belly piercing adorned with a single ruby marking my proficiency at cunnilingus.

I was such a pathetic acolyte. I should have been a priestess by now if I had applied myself.

“Mmm, just lovely,” Angela said. “Turn around with hands behind your head and legs spread apart. Let me look at you.”

“Vedr’s queef, I would love to break in that cunt,” a sailor grunted from above.

“And drink milk from those tits. She would be a fuck.”

My cheeks burned as I obeyed. My hands went to the back of my head and my legs spread apart. My sticky pussy lips parted. I groaned, a trickle of juices leaking down my thighs. I turned slowly in place, my entire body trembling. I was exposed. My tits jiggling as I moved, my shaved snatch gleaming. The sailors gathered, the rough men a motley collection of Thlinians, Halanians, Valyans, Zeutchians, Thosian, and even Atholosian. They stared at me with unmistakable lust, openly grabbing their dicks, wanting to fuck me.

“Mmm, they are all eager for my concubine,” Angela said. “Just want to pounce on her.”

“Aye,” a dark-skinned Halanian named Abdwal said, his skin almost as dark as Chaun’s.

“But then I would have to kill you,” Angela said with a laugh. “And who would sail the ship?”

The pirates grunted, mumbling.

“And I would have to skin you alive,” Captain Thyrna purred from the stern deck. She had rich-brown skin and predatory eyes. She leaned over the railing, fixing eyes on her crew. “Back to the sails. Stop ogling the little morsel.”

The pirates all obeyed her. Despite the fact that Thyrna was Thrak’s slave and he had let the entire crew gangbang her on the voyage to Grahata, they still feared her. Many sported fresh lash marks. While we were in the Labyrinth, Thyrna had proven to her sailors why they feared and obeyed her.

She was a dangerous woman. I was glad Thrak tamed her because she scared me. Even know, my pussy dripping with lusts, her eyes made me shiver.

“Now lets get you in the hold and bind you all safe and sound,” Angela purred, bending down and picking up my robe. My pouch, containing healing potions and other items, clinked as she threw it over her shoulder. “Keep those hands behind your head and march. Let me stare at that ass.”

She gave my rear a smack, hard, stinging. I groaned then shuddered as her hand lingered, squeezing so possessively. She owned me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Yes, my Queen.”

I walked across the deck on bare feet. My nipples ached so hard. Shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air washed over me. My pussy burned and my body was eager. I could smell my tart musk trickle down my thighs. My clit throbbed. I reached the stairs and descended into the dark hold.

There were no lights down here. The only illumination filtered down through the gaps in the decking, shafts of light falling on the cargo in the hold. It was all food. The Golden Hunger had been ferrying us about the Nimborgoth for little over a month. She hadn’t been pirating. The treasure we stole from the Doge’s Great Vault had paid our way, kept her pirates in coin, and kept the ship supplied.

I trembled as I walked through the dark hold, moving cautiously as my eyes adjusted. The ship creaked around us, rocking to the swell of the Nimborgoth. Angela had finally developed her sea legs, no longer throwing up like she had on our first few days. It was strange how you could get used to the rocking of the ship, naturally shifting your body with it.

“Right here is perfect,” Angela said as I stopped between two columns of wood supporting the deck. Iron hooks were set into the columns sides, places to tie down cargo I supposed.

I froze in place, trembling with excitement, anticipation. Angela didn’t say a word. Her chainmail loincloth clinked as the ship creaked. My feet shifted with the ship’s sway. Another trickle of pussy juices rolled down my left thigh. I felt the bead work farther and farther down, teasing me as I waited.

What were we doing down here? What was in the leather satchel?

My breath quickened as the anticipation built. And then I heard a buckle come undone. Metal clanged as Angela stripped off her armor. I wanted to look back at her, but she hadn’t give me permission to do so.

So I stood, listening to her strip, picturing her lush body coming into sight. Her breasts were large and soft, topped with pink nipples. Her shaved pussy would be on display, glistening with her tangy juices. Her legs so long. I could hear her work off her leather boots, freeing those gorgeous calves to be loved.

And then the rope rasped, rough fibers sliding against each other. Her bare feet slapped on the deck, moving closer. I trembled, my nipples aching. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to blurt out questions, to demand to know what she would do.

That wasn’t my place.

I gasped when her hard nipples and soft breasts pressed into my back. The contact sent ripples of delight through my body. I let out a moan. I was so keyed up, her slightest touch burned me. And then her wet crotch pressed into the curve of my ass. Her hand stroked up my arm to my hands clasped behind my head. She seized the right, pulling it away.

“Let’s get you nice and secure,” she whispered, hips undulating with her excitement, rubbing on my ass.

“Yes, my Queen,” I moaned as she went to work.

The rope was looped over my wrist, the knot pulled tight. I savored the burn as the rough fibers rasped around my skin. I shivered at the sound and feel. My pussy clenched. Then she yanked my arm taut a she drew the rope to one of the hooks. My arm, extended at an angle over my head, was pulled securely. Then she brought the rope over my head to another hook, secured it and seized my left wrist. The entire time, her body pressed and rubbed on my back, nipples massaging, my ass wiggling as my excitement grew.

I groaned as the rope rasped about my right wrist. The knot pulled tight. My arms were stretched taut, my shoulders aching. I loved it. I wiggled my hips. And then she did something devious. She threw the remaining rope over the span of rope running between the two hooks and pulled it taught above my head. She secured a knot there, the rope dangling before me. She then yanked hard on the end of the rope.

The line over my head pulled both my arms upward. I gasped, rising on my tiptoes as she tied the rope around my waist, securing the knot. If I tried to come off my tiptoes, I would pull on the central line and that would stretch my arms more, increasing the strain. It forced me to stay on my tiptoes. It was so wonderfully cruel. I groaned, shifting on my toes, my leg muscles already burning.

“Mmm, don’t you look just beautiful,” Angela purred as she walked around me. She gave the taught line of rope leading to my stomach a twang, pulling on my arms, the fibers biting into my skin.

I groaned in pain, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

She held up the satchel. Wood clinked inside. “I bet you’re wondering what I have in here.”

I nodded my head, groaning, my feet shifting as the boat rocked. Oh, she was so cruel. I loved her so much. The pain only made me more excited. My nipples ached. Milk beaded them. I couldn’t control myself right now.

“Beg,” Angela purred.

“Please, my Queen, what is in the satchel? What naughty treat do you have in there?”

Her grin grew. She was so beautiful. I could feel her love in every action down here. She knew me. She knew this is what I craved, and she gave it to me. I groaned as her fingers opened the satchel, reached in, and produced a clothes peg. It was a thin dowel, one end split into two prongs you could pry apart and clip your clothes to a line.

What was she doing with those?

She pried open the ends and brought it to the edge of my right breast. I gasped as she released the ends, my skin pinched between the peg. I groaned, pain flaring in my tit. She grabbed another, a naughty grin on her face.

“Beg me to cover your tits in these,” moaned Angela.

I shifted on my tiptoes, my arms aching, my calves burning. “Please, my Queen, clip all those clothes pegs to my tits.” As I squirmed with the rolling boat, the one clothes peg moved, shifting, pinching at my skin. A dull throb formed. “Please!”

Juices poured down my thighs. The pain made me so excited.

“You are so cute when you beg,” Angela moaned. “Mmm, and you are wet. I can smell you. You’re such a slut. You want me to inflict you with pain.”

“I do,” I moaned, my fingers clenching. My wrists burned, rubbed by the rope. “Clip me! Please!” She grabbed a second and attached it next to the first. I groaned at flare of pain. I shifted, both clothes pegs pulling on my tits. Then a third. A fourth. She followed the curve of my breast down and around. My nipple leaked more milk as each pinch made me gasp.

Made my pussy clench.

My right breast throbbed with numb pain. Every time my heart beat, the pinched skin ached. She had attached fifteen to my right breast, the ends dangling down, pulling on my tit, wanting to pop off but they were too tight to.

She squeezed my left tit. “Keep begging, concubine.”

“Cover my left tit, my Queen,” I moaned, my body trembling. It was so hard to stay on my tiptoes, but if I sagged, I would dangle for my arms. Oh, it was such sweet torture. I loved her so much.

With a naughty smile on her lips, her nipples so hard, she pried apart the ends of the next peg and clipped it on. I gasped at the initial rush of pain as it clipped my skin, the ache dulling to a throb. She clipped the next and the next, moving around my breast, giving me more and more pain, making my pussy hotter and hotter.

I kept grunting and groaning with each one. Pain-filled moans escaped my lips. Tears burned at my eyes. My entire body quivered. Already, my brain swam with the excitement of her touch. The pain grew, swelled, coming closer and closer to ecstasy.

“Only two left,” Angela purred when she finished encircling my left breast.

All those points of throbbing agony made me groan. “Where do you want to clip them, my Queen?”

She held the last two in her hand, dropping the satchel. Where had she even gotten them? Did she buy them in Grahata just to play with me?

I loved her so much.

“I’m thinking here,” Angela smiled, stroking my hard nipples beading with milk.

My eyes widened. “Yes, yes, clip them on my nipples.”

“It will hurt so much,” Angela purred. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, my Queen!” My voice echoed through the hold.

She pried open the first, brought it to my hard nub. She let the ends snap back together. Pain flared in my nipple. My head tossed back. I shifted on my tiptoes. Throbbing agony shot from my nub. It hurt far worse than any of the ones decorating my breasts.

“Slata’s hairy cunt,” I cursed as the pain shot through me. “Oh, Gods, that hurts.”

As I spasmed in pain, she clipped the second one on my right nipple, not even giving me a chance to get used to the first. Another flare of agony shot through me. The ropes creaked as I shifted on my tiptoes, my pussy clenching so hard. I gasped and moaned, screaming out my pain, cursing that bitch-goddess Slata.

“My Queen,” I moaned, tears falling down my cheeks.

“Do you want me to remove them?”

I stared into her blue eyes. “Only if that would please you, my Queen.”

She brushed at the falling tears. “I think it would please you more if I left them on.”

I smiled through the pain. “It would.”

My nipples were numb, the ache lessening, fading. The weight of the clothes pegs pulled on my nipples. I groaned, shifting with the ship as Angela moved around behind me. The pain made my head swim. I loved that feeling. I was getting closer and closer to drifting.

I just needed more stimulation.

Angela rustled behind me. What was she doing back there?

“Mmm, perfect,” she purred.

Something hard and smooth rubbed on my ass. I gasped, feeling my marble dildo. Angela had pulled it out of my pouch and strapped on the leather harness. The hard end dipped between my thighs, rubbing at my hot flesh.

“My Queen!” I moaned as Angela thrust it into my cunt.

The force of her thrust made my breast jiggle. All the clothes pegs, particularly the two on my nipples, swayed, pulling on my flesh. I moaned, my feet shifting as my pussy clenched down on the hard, fake cock invading my depths. Pleasure rippled out of me.

She drew back and slammed it in again, our flesh slapping together. Her arms went around me, holding my stomach while her breasts brushed my supple back, nipples kissing my skin as she pounded me. The pain flared through my nipples and tits every time they jiggled from the force of her impact.

The pleasure churned in my cunt washed through my body, meeting the agony in my breasts. Together, the competing sensations washed through my mind. I moaned, rising higher and higher into a whole new space. A new reality of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck me, my Queen,” I howled. “Use me for your pleasure.”

“Uh-huh,” gasped Angela, her strokes hard and fast. She rammed the dildo deep into me. “You naughty concubine. You love it. You love being hurt and fucked. You would do anything I ordered.”

“Anything, my Queen,” I howled, the friction building the pleasure in my cunt. My flesh gripped the thick shaft. “You know that. I’m yours. You own me.”

“Yes,” Angela groaned. “You worship me. You love me.”

“I do! More than Kevin. He would never do this for you. He would never be your slave!”

“Never,” she agreed as she plowed me. My body shook and convulsed. The hot delight rushed through my body. My eyes widened. The rush of sensations poured through me, leaving me gasping and moaning. Shuddering. I couldn’t help bucking, writhing. “I’m yours! Always! To the ends of the world!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she groaned, her hands rubbing at my stomach, sliding up my flesh. “My little slut. Mmm, I love fucking you with the strap-on, pounding you from behind. Your ass jiggles every time I bury in you.”

My head leaned back. So much sensations rippled through me. I drank them all in, pain and pleasure, letting them carry me through a world of rapture. Her fingers moved higher, sweeping over the rope bound about my waist and nearing my tortured tits.

She grasped two of the clothes pegs pinching my breasts. And yanked.

My pussy clenched on the thrusting dildo. Pain flared in the numbed flesh. As the sensations rushed back in, so did the agony. I groaned, shuddering as it faded back away. It compelled me higher, swelling the rapture building in my cunt.

And then she yanked off another two.

“My Queen,” I howled as the pain flared. It hurt more when they were removed than when she put them on. “Oh, yes, yes. You’re so wonderful.”

“You naughty slut,” she growled and yanked off another pair. “My slave. How much does this hurt?”

“So much!” I screamed.

“Captain Thyrna told me all about this.” She yanked off another two. My eyes rolled back into my head. “Maybe I should let her fuck you and claw you up as payment.”

“Whatever you think is best, my Queen,” I howled.

She kept pulling off the clothes pegs, working around my tits. The pain had me swimming in rapture. Pleasure and agony were so closely related. They bled from one to the other. My orgasm swelled in the depths of my cunt. I wanted to explode.

But I didn’t have permission. Yet.

She kept ripping, throwing them to the floor as she pounded me. The dildo thrust so deep into me. She fucked me so hard, pounding me with her passion. My breasts jiggled, the two clothes pegs on my nipples bobbing and swaying. They were the only ones left.

Her hands grasped them. “You want to cum, slut?”

“So much, my Queen,” I moaned as she twisted the clothes pegs.

I almost came from the flare of agony. I shuddered, fighting it back down as my legs trembled. I wanted to collapse, to dangle from my arms. But that would hurt so much. My pussy clenched on the thrusting dildo. The friction burned so hot, with so much rapture.

“Cum, slut!”

Angela ripped off the clothes pegs.

Agony exploded in my nipples as sensation returned to them. They throbbed with my frantic heart beat. I screamed out my rapture and agony. My head threw back.

My orgasm burst in my cunt’s depths.

Rapture and agony burned through my mind. They boiled my thoughts. Nothing else mattered. Pain flared in my arms as I convulsed. My orgasm writhed through my body. Waves of pleasure met the pulses of pain. I spasmed and moaned, screaming out wordless pleasure.

I drifted. I soared. I was lost in my own universe. My body retreated. There was only the clashing sensations in my mind. The wondrous delight that being submissive and used could give. Only my Queen could give me this treat.

And I loved it. I savored it. I never wanted it to end.

Knave Angela

“Love you, my Queen,” Sophia mumbled as her body shuddered. She dangled by her arms, her pussy impaled on the dildo. I held her as my rapture rippled through my body, juices flooding down my thighs.

“I love you, my concubine,” I moaned, holding her, treasuring the pleasure I gave her. The pain. She deserved this reward after the Labyrinth. After the stress of Kevin.

It was such a shock to have my memories come flooding back, to have the holes filled up in my mind. Kevin was there. I missed him. Part of me pictured the life we could have had as married knights facing dangers together.