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Aylee woke up to the feeling of wetness on her face.

She had been lying cuddled up with her sister, Hana, with Hana’s face nestled against her tits. But now she was wet.  Was it raining?

She opened her eyes, and immediately regretted it.  One of the pitch-black horse-like monsters, the Nightsteeds, was standing over her – and it was pissing on her face.

She started to struggle upright.

Stay still, little piglet, came the steed’s voice in her mind.  Be a good little piss-rag.  This is what you are good for.

They needed the horse-monsters in order to outrun their pursuers.  And they had already learned that the Nightsteeds could be deeply unhelpful if their cruel sexual whims weren’t catered to.

So she lay there and let the horse piss on her.

Stupid wet-cunted toilet, said the Nightsteed, and made its unpleasant whickering laughter noise.

Hannah woke, and realised what was happening, and tried to move away.  Aylee had to grab her sister and hold her still until the horse was done pissing on them.

Lick it up, said the Nightsteed when it was done.  Stupid female piglets need their hydration.

Aylee did as she was told, and licked the urine off the stones of the cave floor, and off her sister’s face and tits, and encouraged Hana to tongue-bathe her in return.

The other two Nightsteeds waited till the girls were awake.  One pissed into Hana’s mouth, and the other into Tilly’s.  They seemed disinclined to fuck the girls’ mouths afterwards, but Tilly, demonstrating particular talent with her tongue, managed to coax her mount into ejaculating down her throat anyway.

The girls squatted to take care of their own business, but the Nightsteeds have opinions.

The ground is not a toilet, one said.  Silly female piglets are toilets.  Be good toilets and help your fellow piglets.

Aylee took their meaning – and saw the sense in it, given their situation.  And so she encouraged her lover and her sister to piss into her mouth, and she licked their cunts clean afterwards.  Tilly said she didn’t want to do it, and Hana said it was gross and disgusting, but they both yielded in the end – and Aylee tasted the thick taste of arousal and cunt juices mixed with their piss, and they both moaned as she licked the last of their urine from their fuckholes afterwards.

After all of this, the girls mounted the steeds and rode on into the desert – Aylee and Hannah completely nude, and Tilly clad onlly in her slutty Orhanian uniform.

Around noon, they heard a sound that chilled their blood – the solitary cry of a hunting horn.

It was coming from the direction of Vass.

They were being pursued.

Aylee had no idea of how to make a horse go faster.  She dug her heels into her steed’s sides, and said, “We need to move faster.”

Immediately the Nightsteed balked, coming to a complete stop.

No, it said.

“No?  Why no?” cried Aylee.  “You don’t understand.  Those are pursuers.”

Stupid female piglets are stupid female piglets whether they are caged or running free, said the horse-monster.  What do we care?

“Oh, come on!” said Aylee, frustrated.  “You’re getting your cocks sucked multiple times a day.  We drink your piss.”

Female piglets sucked out cocks in Vass, said the steed.  And in Vass, we received fine wine and delicacies.

“That’s a lie!” said Tilly – and then she clamped her hand over her mouth, worried she had offended her steed.

She was right though.   Tilly had cared for the Nightsteeds at the Orhanian embassy, and Aylee had never heard of Tilly feeding them such expensive foods.

“Please,” whined Aylee.   “Please.  If they catch us, they’ll kill us – or worse.”

I desire to fuck you, said the horse.  Use the nearby rock.  Assume the position.

Aylee looked around.   There was a large boulder nearby.   If she draped herself over it, bent at the waist, tits down, her cunt would be at about the right height for a Nightsteed cock.

“I… I can’t,” she said.   “Your cocks… they’re too big for a human.  I’d be… damaged.”

Silly cunt-brained piglet, said the Nightsteed.  Were we not released from the Labyrinth by Ess-kali the Leash-holder and Ulos the Herdmaster, so that man may have dominion over beast, but beast would have dominion over woman?  It is within our power to rape you without damaging your usefulness as a cocksleeve to others.  Assume the position.

Aylee shivered with fear.   Their cocks were so *big*.  It seemed obvious that it would *hurt*.

The horn sounded again.   It was far away – many hours, perhaps – but it was closer.

Slowly, Aylee got down off her steed, and moved towards the rock.

Wait, said the Nighsteed.  Kiss me.

“Kiss you?” asked Aylee.

As you would a lover.

She had seen Tilly do this in the Orhanian embassy.  She had thought it seemed disgusting.

Slowly she approached her steed’s long mouth.  She opened her own mouth, and leaned it…

The Nighsteed extended its tongue, and she allowed the tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, still leaving forwards until her upper lip touched the steed’s muzzle.

It was disgusting.  It was slutty.  It was degrading.

She felt her cunt wetten.

She stroked the horse’s face, as she would a human lover, and moaned as its tongue explored her mouth.   She sucked on it a little, and then pulled away.

Turning, she bent over the boulder, her ass up, her legs spread.

Other piglets, stroke our cocks and rub your cunts as you watch your fellow piglet be raped, came the instruction, and Tilly and Hana obediently descended and knelt beside their Nightsteeds, rubbing the huge cocks of the animals with one hand and fingering their own pussies with the other.

“Please don’t make me cum,” said Aylee.  “It might break my collar.  It’s important.”

Only a complete whore would cum from fucking an animal, replied the Nightsteed, which was no consolation at all, as Aylee had already done a great many things that even a whore would refuse.

The Nighsteed moved forward.   It raised up its forelegs, one by one, and placed them on the boulder, on either side of Aylee’s shoulders.

And then she felt the tip of its monstrous cock poke against the entrance to her fuckhole.

It was so big.  It was side wide she had to spread her legs further.   It would never fit.  

She began to panic.

But as she did, the Nightsteed thrusted forward – and, suddenly, it was inside her.

It hurt.  Oh, how it hurt.  Aylee’s cunt had never been this full.  She felt stretched.  She felt abused.  She imagined this must be how it would feel to give birth.  Her cunt *was* made to let something this big pass through it – but not for *fun*.

She screamed.

But despite this, she had no sense of being *damaged*.  Was her cunt stretching to accommodate?  Was the Nightsteed’s cock changing shape to be *just* within what she could endure?   Was it some other magic?

She didn’t know, but the Nightsteed had been truthful.  It could rape her, it could hurt her – but she would suffer no permanent harm.

That was very little consolation, though, when it began to thrust.

She couldn’t believe how deep it was going.  She was pretty sure the tip of the cock was distending her belly, pushing against the hard rock beneath her.  

Your cunt is enjoyable, piglet, said the steed.  You are a good little piglet.  Say thank you.

“Thank you,” gasped Aylee.

And then the raping began in earnest.

Hana and Tilly stared at her as the horse-thing fucked her, masturbating themselves and their steeds, learning to associate the sound of a woman being raped with sexual arousal and pleasure.  

The worst thing was that Aylee could have orgasmed from it.  Probably many times.  She was already wired to become aroused by degradation, and to cum from pain.  The overwhelming sensations in her cunt could easily have been a source of delirious pleasure.

But if Aylee orgasmed, she could short out the Halistrax Collar – the only advantage she had as a nude, big-titted slave on the run.  And she couldn’t risk that.

And so Aylee had to make it deliberately worse for herself – to actively try to *not* enjoy her rape.   She tried to think of unsexy things – of shit, of domestic chores, of her parents, of being helpless and powerless.   

And part of her knew that she was just teaching herself to associate these things with sex.

Finally, the steed reached orgasm, and Aylee felt it spurt inside her, again and again and again.   She felt her insides swelling up like a balloon – it was far more cum than her body had been designed for.  Its cock was such a tight fit in her pussy that none of it ran back out again – it was corked inside her by the horse’s dick.

After the steed was done, it didn’t pull out – and then Aylee felt the pressure inside her continuing to grow.

The horse was pissing into her.

Tilly jumped, suddenly, summoned by a telepathic command from her steed, and clamped her lips onto her steed’s dick.  The Nightsteed ejaculated into her mouth, and when it was done, Tilly clambered to her feet and ran over to Aylee.

When the Nightsteed pulled out, Tilly immediately clamped her mouth to Aylee’s pussy, and obediently drank the flood of horse cum and urine that rushed out.  Aylee sighed in relief as the pressure abated.

“Thank you,” she gasped.   “Thank you for raping me and pissing in me.”

Hana’s steed soon reached orgasm too, and Hana submissively drank its sperm, and then finally all three girls were ready to mount again.

The Orhanian piglet will fuck her steed tonight, instructed the Nightsteed, and then your sister in the morning.

And then the steeds began to ride – and, to Aylee’s immense relief, after a few hundred metres they broke into an outright gallop, racing the distant horns of the hunt, plunging west, away from Vass, and into the desert.

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Hana and Tilly had assumed that as soon as they passed through the Yellow Gate of Vass they would be free from rape, free from degradation, free from sexual abuse and sexual torture, and immediately able to live their lives as emancipated women.

They had assumed wrongly.

But Aylee had not.  And Aylee had prepared, as far as she was able to.

“Drink this,” she said, offering a small cup of white liquid to the other two girls.

They wrinkled their noses.

The girls were currently crouched in a small cave in the Howling Hills, two days’ ride west of Vass.  Outside, the sun was falling, and the temperature was dropping, causing the girls to shiver and rub at their exposed arms and legs.

The Howling Hills were not pleasant.  The terrain here consisted of endless rocky rises and valleys, never quite resolving into mountains, never quite flattening into plains.  The only flora was a kind of low, scrubby grass; a particularly painful thistle that was nearly invisible amongst the grass it grew in;  and the occasional wizened, fruitless tree.  They had seen neither river nor pond.  

A cold, disquieting wind blew constantly, creating strange sounds as it whistled between the rocks that at times sounded like the playing of distant instruments, and at others like inhuman voices muttering to each other or even screaming.

The cave – which they had found at the end of their second hard day of riding west out of Vass – was the only shelter from the elements that they had seen since morning.

Right now, Aylee and her sister Hana were nude – having not been able to access their clothes in escaping the city – while Aylee’s lover and slave Tilly was wearing her Orhanian uniform, now dirty from travel.  Even in their miserable, cold state, Aylee still found the sight of her sister’s naked body arousing, and she felt vaguely resentful of Tilly for having clothes to wear.

But clothing was not the most pressing issue.  The issue at hand was sustenance.

“We didn’t bring much water,” said Aylee, continuing to hold the cup out towards the other girls, “and it ran out this morning.  You need to drink this.”

Aylee’s sister Hana frowned.  

“You only have, like, a canteen of it,” she said.  “It’s not going to last us even a day.”

Aylee shook her hand. 

“You don’t understand.  It’s not for thirst.  Well, not directly.  It’s the Gurushic Philtre.”

“What’s that?” asked Hana.

“It’s a potion,” said Aylee.  “An alchemical potion.  It will help you.  It will let you metabolise… bodily fluids.”

Hana was not the brightest in Aylee’s family.  She blinked, not comprehending.

 “Bodily fluids?” she asked.

Tilly understood.  

“Piss and cum,” she said.  

“We can’t eat or drink anything out here,” explained Aylee.  “But the Nightsteeds can.  They eat the grass and the thistles, and their bodies extract the water from them.  With the Philtre, we can… live off their urine and semen.”

Hana made an exaggerated retching motion – but Aylee knew she had swallowed cum and piss before.  She might be a little brat about it, but she would do it if it was necessary.

“I don’t love this,” said Tilly.  “But…. I understand.”  She took a deep breath.  “But what about you?” she added.

“I’ve already used this potion,” said Aylee.  “In fact, I actually made this dose.  It’s made out of my breast milk, expressed while my tits were in agony.  It was… one of the most horrible things I’ve ever been made to do.  But my Master made me create extra – more than I needed – and I stole the remainder before leaving the Guild.  So just feel lucky that you don’t need to make your own.”

Tilly had the grace to look grateful.  She took the cup from Aylee, and drank it.  

Aylee poured another, and offered it to Hana.

Hana looked at Aylee with big eyes.  “I thought we were free,” she said.  “But… we have to live off piss and cum from horse-monsters?”

Aylee reached out and stroked her cheek tenderly.

“You know they’ll make us suck their cocks anyway, Hana,” she said.  “At least this way we get something out of it.”

The monstrous horse-like Nightsteeds had, in fact, refused to move or allow the girls to mount that morning until the girls had let the animals bathe their face and tits in piss, and had then sucked the horse’s cocks to orgasm.  

Bitches, the Nightsteeds had laughed, and they thrust their monstrous cocks into the mouths of the girls.  Horse-fucking empty-headed cunts.  The shame and degradation of the girls never ceased to amuse the cruel monsters.

Hana was still looking dubious as she regarded the cup in Aylee’s hands, so Aylee added, “It’s just until we get to Maratar.  Then we won’t need the steeds anymore.  Women live free in Maratar.”

“Really?” asked Hana, her voice full of hope.

“Really,” promised Aylee.

That was enough.  Hana took her cup, and drank the fluid.

Tilly was licking her lips, making sure she got every drop of the potion.

“How soon does it work?” she asked. 

“It only takes a few hours until your kidneys adapt to a steady diet of urine,” said Aylee.  “And you should begin to actually derive nutrients from it as early as tomorrow morning.  You take repeat doses every day, and at the end of the week the process will be complete – you’ll be able to eat and drink nothing except what comes out of a cock without starving or suffering deficiencies.”

Hana’s face fell.

“The end of the week?” she whined in dismay.  “How long are we going to be travelling for?”

Aylee sighed.  She hadn’t realised that Hana didn’t understand the distances involved – but in retrospect it should have been obvious.  It wasn’t Hana’s fault – neither Aylee nor Hana had ever left Vass before, and neither girl had ever been allowed to see a map, let alone read one.  It was only because of Tilly, and her experience in the Orhanian military, that Aylee had a good sense of what the journey truly required.

It was Tilly, in fact, who answered the question.

“A little over three weeks,” she said, “if the Nightsteeds cooperate.  We could go faster if we used what roads and game trails exist in this countryside, but we can’t risk them, because Vass may be looking for us.”

This had been a point of contention between Aylee and Tilly during the day’s riding.  Aylee felt sure that Vass would not bother hunting three girls once they had travelled more than a day from the city.  Girls were plentiful, even if one of them had been trained as an alchemist-slave.

Tilly, on the other hand, reminded Aylee that they had stolen papers and potions from the Watchful Guild of Alchemists; they had stolen mounts from the Orhanian Embassy; they had blown up the Battery, the source of all of Vass’s gynaetic power; Tilly herself was a member of the Orhanian military, potentially possessing military secrets; and all three girls were heading for Maratar, which was the target of an impending Orhanian invasion.

When Tilly put it like that, Aylee had to concede that yes, maybe Vass *would* make the effort to hunt them.

Aylee pulled out the map that she had stolen from Master Klax’s papers.

“We are here,” she said, pointing at a spot a little west of Vass.  Then she paused, and said, “I think.”

Tilly frowned – but it was true.  Tilly had never been taught to navigate, and neither Aylee or Hana had the slightest idea how.  They could find west and east while the sun was up, but that was about it.  They had to trust that they had been moving in a straight line, and hope for the best.

Aylee pointed at another spot, further west – a forested land nestled beneath mountains.  

“This is Maratar,” she said.  “The only way in without crossing the mountains is from the south.  That’s why it has held its freedom for so long despite being run by women.  We just need to hold our course until we see the mountains, and then circle around to find the pass.  Easy.”

Hana pointed at another area, further south.  

“What’s this?” she asked.

Tilly answered.  “Nibrahig,” she said.  “A domain of goblins – twisted little monsters who once lived in the Forest, who have spread north to infest the southern hills.  They say they treat human women even worse than in Vass.  They keep them as cattle and pets, and conduct strange experiments on them.”

Hana shivered with fear, and Aylee moved to hug her reassuringly.

Tilly laughed.  “Luckily, we have no reason to go near those lands.  As long as we hold to our course, we will never see a goblin.”

There was a noise from outside the cave.  The Nightsteeds were whickering, in their inhuman way, that wasn’t quite speech, but which nevertheless gave a clear message to those listening.

Bitches, it said.  We wish to piss.  Come be a good little toilet.  Brainless little piss-drinking whores.

Aylee looked at the other girls.  

“Tilly, can you get a fire going and see if you can make this space comfortable for sleeping?” she said.  She wished they had been able to secure some sheets or bedding before leaving Vass – but wishing wouldn’t make it so.

“I’ll try,” said Tilly dubiously.

Aylee left her to it, and went to service the mounts.

The Nightsteeds laughed at her as she crawled on all fours beneath the first beast, and then rose to a kneeling position to take its cock into her mouth.  As always, the mockery made her blush – she knew that she was disgusting and slutty for doing this, and that she deserved to be ashamed of herself.

But at the same time there was something comforting about kneeling, perfectly still, with her mouth wrapped around an enormous horse cock, waiting for it to piss down her throat.  It felt right.

As a young woman, Aylee had occasionally attending the teachings of the Cult of Barrad with her family.  The Cult taught that all humans of Arth-Keros descended from a single Man and Woman who had awoken to find themselves inside the Labyrinth at the heart of Arth-Keros’s dark, primal Forest.

The Man had escaped the Labyrinth by his own will, cleverness, and strength.  But the Woman had only been able to escape by prostituting herself to nine powerful demons – the Nine Impure Natures – and with each demon she had fucked, she had taken part of it into herself and all her descendants, tainting them forever after to be worthless, sinful, and whorish.

One of those demons had been Gurush the Degrader – the being for whom the Gurushic Philtre was named – and Gurush had made it inherent in the nature of women to be toilets.  It was natural and normal, taught the Cult, for women to drink piss, to eat garbage, and to soil themselves in public.  

Aylee had never believed that at the time – but the memory had returned to her as Klax had altered her body to consume and process urine.  And now, submissively offering herself for a sentient horse-monster to piss into, she couldn’t help but sense the underlying truth of it.

The Nightsteed began to piss, and Aylee began to quickly and convulsively swallow to keep up with the considerable stream of urine.

As she tasted the beast’s piss, she felt her cunt wetten, and she allowed herself the indulgence of reaching down to rub her pussy as she drank.

Big-titted toilet, laughed one of the other Nightsteeds.  See her masturbate to her degradation.

Aylee didn’t care.  It felt good.  She needed pleasure, however fleeting, to get her through this miserable escape.

The Nighsteed finished pissing, and Aylee licked its cock clean, and then scurried to the next of the beasts to repeat the process – once again fingering her twat as she sucked down its piss.

Ideally she would cum.  She wanted to cum.  But she wouldn’t let herself.

She was still wearing the Halistrax Field collar.  She was far from any gynaetically sensitive equipment, so she was no longer in danger of ruining some alchemical experiment, or shorting out nearby streetlights, if she dared to orgasm – but she worried that allowing herself release might break the collar itself.  And she still needed the collar, if she hoped to use the skills she had learned as an Alchemist-Slave to protect herself and the other girls.

So she edged herself, and moaned, and drank piss like a good girl.

Soon the second mount was done, and Aylee moved on to the third.

Stupid female piglet, said the Nightsteed as Aylee took its cock into her mouth.  Thinks it can escape rape.  But all it is good for is ejaculating into.

The first Nightsteed spoke.  Do you know you are an animal, piglet? it asked.  Slap your tits if you know you are a worthless piss-drinking cum-rag.

There was no point in disagreeing with the Nightsteeds.  They needed the beasts’ compliance if they hoped to reach Maratar.  So Aylee used her free hand to punch herself in the breasts as hard as she could bring herself to.

The tit pain only made her hornier.  This was what the Guild of Alchemists had made her.

And then it was over.  Aylee’s stomach was uncomfortably full of piss, and her face was flushed, and her nipples were hard, and her cunt was drooling slut nectar.  It was an immense act of self-control to take her hands away and *not* make herself cum, but instead to crawl back into the cave and lie next to her sister and her lover. 

She didn’t dare let either of them lick her pussy, or finger it, but she could kiss them, and fondle their tits, and so the three girls curled up together in the dirty cave, and shared their affection, and waited to see what tomorrow would bring.

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It was a good thing that Tilly was magically compelled to love Aylee, because otherwise she might have resented Aylee’s command that she seduce and fuck the gate guard, given what happened next.

The plan started well enough.  All three girls were filled with excitement, because they all knew that if Aylee’s plan worked, by sunrise the next day they would have escaped Vass forever.  Of course, they didn’t know the full details of Aylee’s plan.  Aylee thought it best that they knew as little as possible, in case they were somehow compelled to betray her by some male authority.  But they knew that escape was coming – and that their destination was Maratar, known as “the Abomination” because it was a land where women were allowed to walk free.

The first step in their daily journey was the Embassy of Dhalg, where all three girls took part in servicing the horse-like Nightsteeds, as they had on each day of the recent past.  As Aylee sucked the cock of one beast, she thought she heard it whicker intelligible words in its low, monstrous voice – “slut”, and then “bitch” – and she remembered again that it was said these creatures were more intelligent than human females, and capable of speaking, if they found reason to do so.

When she had had her fill of piss from the beast’s cock, and the other girls had been bathed in the sperm of the other Nightsteeds, they left – but rather than locking the gate to the stables, as they were meant to do, Aylee instead bound the catch with a loose piece of string, which she passed through the gate and secured against a nail.  A pull on the string from the outside would unlatch the gate from the inside – even if the gate had been used again, or even locked.

Their next stop was supposed to be the Battery, but instead they had a detour planned – to the Yellow Gate in the city wall.  And, just like every day, the same young, handsome guard was on duty here, standing at attention outside a small stone guardhouse built into the city wall.  His eyes tracked Tilly’s alchemically-enlarged tits as the attractive blonde Orhanian girl approached him.

Normally the girls walked past without acknowledging the attention – but today, in accordance with Aylee’s plan, Tilly changed course, and walked directly towards the guardhouse.  A second guard watched her idly from within the stone building, but it was the man outside whose eyes were locked on Tilly’s breasts.

“Hello, sir,” said Tilly, as she drew near to the gate.  “I see you watch me each day.”

The guard ran his eyes up and down Tilly’s body, over her smart uniform – the standard issue for women of the Orhanian military – with its cut-out panels to expose her tits and groin.  Hana and Aylee had done their best to lick the Nightsteed cum off her face and breasts, to make her more appealing, and Aylee thought they had done a good job.

“I do watch you,” said the guard, “and I can’t help but think that a foreign bitch like you would benefit from some virile Vass cock in her fuckhole.”

Tilly blushed.  She wasn’t truly eager to fuck this man, but she was used to being the plaything of military men, and her synthetic love for Aylee made her submissive to Aylee’s design.  

“I probably would benefit from that, sir,” she said.  “Would you like to educate me on the merits of local dick?”  

“I would,” said the soldier.  

Tilly smiled and stepped towards him, reaching out to caress his groin – but to her surprise, the soldier slapped her, and then turned her around to face the wall of the guardhouse.

“Your first lesson is that dickless Orhanian men may cosset you and give you ‘ranks’ and ‘duties’, but the men of Vass know how to treat women like the rapemeat they are,” snarled the guard.  “In fact, we have a special station here for fucking bitches like you.  Do you see it?”

Tilly did.  Two items had been affixed to the exterior wall of the guardhouse, on a kind of sliding track that allowed their height to be adjusted.  The lower of the two was a strip of short, sharp spikes – not long enough to pierce flesh, but sharp and wicked enough that Tilly did not want them near her exposed skin.  And the second was a large dildo, near to Tilly’s head height.

“Please, sir…” began Tilly – but that was all she could say.  The guard wasn’t interested in listening to her, and put a hand over her mouth.

“Edharl!” shouted the guard, calling to his partner in the guardhouse.  “Prepare the bitch station!”

The second guard sighed, and stepped out of the guardhouse.  “The sergeant will have your ass if he hears you’ve had your cock out on duty again, Wilger,” he said.  “Are you sure about this?”

“The sergeant won’t know unless some ass-licking shitpants tells him,” said the first guard – Wilger.  “And you’re not an ass-licking shitpants, are you, Edharl?”

Edharl sighed.  “Fine,” he said.  “I’ll prepare your fuck-station.”

Edharl grasped the spiked strip and the dildo and slid them on the moving track, before doing something that seemed to lock them into place.  The strip was now aligned with Tilly’s breasts, and the dildo with her mouth.  

“And spice it up,” instructed Wilger.  “I want this bitch to truly buck.”

Edharl sighed again.  He vanished back into the guardhouse, and returned with a jar of orange ointment.  He opened the jar, and slathered a good amount of the ointment over the tip of the dildo.

Tilly made some noises beneath the guard’s hand – but Aylee and Hana, watching from a small distance away, couldn’t tell if they were noises of fear or curiosity.

“Well, that’s that,” said Edharl.  “Enjoy yourself, for what it’s worth.”  And he vanished back into the guardhouse.

Wilger needed no further encouragement.  He removed his hand from Tilly’s mouth, and pushed the blonde Orhanian girl forwards.  Tilly quickly saw that she was about to be smacked in the face by the dildo, and – in accordance with long years of conditioning to accept a cock when it was put in front of her – she opened her jaws and took the dildo into her mouth.

She immediately regretted it.  The ointment on the dildo was a kind of spicy pepper – and her mouth was now full of it.  Her eyes immediately began to water, and she tried to pull her head back – but Wilger was having none of it.  He was hard behind her, and there was no room to pull away.  She also tried to scream, but her mouth was fully plugged by the artificial cock.

At the same time, her breasts made contact with the spikes, and she felt agony as the evil little spikes pushed into her titflesh.  They would not puncture her – not unless she struggled a great deal – but they hurt like crazy.

And as she began to process the pain, Wilger the guard slipped his cock into her fuckhole from behind.

The street near the gate was busy, and although not every passer-by paid attention to Tilly’s plight – it was hardly unusual to see a woman being raped in public – some men, and a few women, had stopped to spectate Tilly’s torture.

An older man with a white beard was one such spectator, and he was standing behind Aylee and Hana as they watched Tilly’s violation.

“What are you doing, girls?” he berated them suddenly, making them jump.  “Have you forgotten the lessons of Slutt?  When good girls watch a harlot being raped, they finger their pussies, to show their approval and enjoyment.”

“Sorry, sir,” both girls chorused instinctively.  They had indeed learned that lesson, in their early religious education, but had rarely used it until now as their father had generally allowed them to hurry by any public rapings without stopping to watch.  But as they looked around, they saw that the couple of women who were spectating were obligingly lifting their dresses to stroke their cunts, and Aylee and Hana obediently did likewise.

It was impossible to tell if Tilly was enjoying her rape.  The wet slapping sounds that emanated from her pussy with each thrust of Wilger’s cock indicated that she was very aroused – but Tilly had told Aylee that Orhanian women were well-trained to grow wet from abuse.  On the other hand, Tilly still seemed to be trying to yell, and/or extricate the spicy cock from her mouth.  Her wiggles and struggles seemed to only arouse Wilger further.  And Aylee knew that Tilly’s breasts must be in agony.  After all, the alchemical process that had enlarged them to such balloon-like size had also increased their sensitivity.

The thought of Tilly’s pain and violation made Aylee dripping wet.  It was hard to keep her mind on the plan, instead of just vigorously fingerfucking herself to the edge of an orgasm that she wasn’t permitted to have.  She felt guilty and dirty for having such a reaction to the rape of a girl she loved – and yet, she couldn’t help herself.  The more Tilly hated what was happening to her, the harder Aylee’s cunt throbbed with need.

Wilger fucked Tilly harder with every thrust, forcing the hot dildo down her throat, and crushing her tits against the spikes.  The more she wiggled, the harder he fucked her – until, finally, he pushed her up against the wall, his whole body shaking – and then let go of her.  His cock slipped from her pussy, trailing sperm, and it was clear that he had finally ejaculated inside of her.  

Tilly immediately pulled away from the wall.  One of her hands went to clutch her poor, tortured sex-melons, while the other clawed at her mouth, trying futilely to get the burning hot sauce out of her mouth.

“Oh, does it burn, bitch?” laughed the guard.  “Would you like it in your pussy as well?”

Tilly’s eyes went wide – but Wilger was already laughing.

“No, I’ve had enough fun with you,” he said.  “If you want to wash the taste of the cock out of your face-cunt, then kneel, and open your mouth.”

Tilly obediently knelt on the cobblestones, and Wilger pointed his cock at her mouth.  A few moments later, he was pissing, his hot urine spurting into Tilly’s mouth, and Tilly obediently let his piss flood her mouth, and then flow out and run down over her oversized tits.

As his flow began to ebb, Aylee saw her chance.  She ran over as Tilly was swallowing her last mouthful of piss, and knelt beside her lover.  She reached out and clutched at the soldier’s pants.  

“Please, sir,” she said, “may I clean your piss off my cousin?”

Wilger laughed.  “Aye,” he said.  “Lick the bitch clean.”

And Aylee did as she was bade, turning towards Tilly and beginning to lick the yellow liquid from her face and breasts.

Tilly immediately leaned forward and kissed Aylee – and Aylee’s tongue revolted as it tasted the last remnants of the evil spicy ointment.  She realised that this was Tilly’s revenge for being forced into fucking the guard – and a revenge that must have taken a lot, in order to overcoming her magical love for Aylee.

Aylee was not about to accept such rebellion.  She slapped Tilly across the face immediately, hard, and instantly Tilly was once again repentant, submissive, and loving.

“I’m sorry, mistress,” she whispered.

“Don’t do it again,” Aylee replied.  “You love me, remember?”

But then she looked Tilly in the eyes, and held up her left hand – the hand that had stayed curled in a fist, even as her right hand had slapped her lover.

Tilly’s eyes were seeking, questioning.

Aylee nodded.

She had what they had come for – the item that Wilger had never noticed her take from his belt, when she had reached out for his pants.  The item that was essential to their plan.

The key to the Yellow Gate.

She looked Tilly in the eyes, and she could see that Tilly knew.

They had what they needed.  For good or for evil, they were committed now.

The escape was on.

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Aylee dreamed of the Battery. She dreamed of raping the voiceless, caged girls, under the cool blue light that suffused the monolithic structure. She dreamed of punching them in the tits, of abusing their cunts. She knew she had done it all under the mind-altering influence of Master Klax’s potion, but in her dreams it was still happening, and she couldn’t stop herself.

Sometimes she woke up crying and screaming.

Sometimes she woke up to find herself orgasming.

Klax had brought Aylee’s sister Hana to see her on the day after she returned from the Battery. There was no sign of Aylee’s parents this time – they had already written off both of their daughters as cattle. Despite their years growing up in their parents’ household, Aylee and Hana were ultimately just bitches, to be sold off like animals in return for a comfortable retirement package for their parents.

Hana was brought into Aylee’s work-chamber by Klax, and Aylee was left alone with her sister and a list of instructions.

Aylee felt strange standing nude in front of her sister, who was still dressed in a simple white shift. But as soon as they were alone, Hana threw herself into Aylee’s arms, and began sobbing wildly.

Aylee was immediately mortified to find her pussy becoming wet and beginning to throb with desire. She hadn’t touched a girl in a non-sexual way since she had arrived at the tower, and the nearness of her sister’s pheromones was having an immediate effect.

She stroked her sister’s pretty blonde hair, and said, “It’s okay, Hana. It’s all going to be okay.”

Hana looked up at her with tearful eyes, and wailed, “It’s NOT going to be all right! They’re sending me to the Battery, Aylee! I’m going to be a disgusting pain-cow like those sluts in the cages there!”

“Sssh,” said Aylee. “Sssh. Here, drink my milk.” She guided Hana’s face down to her naked bosom, and pushed her left nipple towards her sister’s mouth. Hana accepted it, and began to suck Aylee’s magically-enhanced milk from her udder. Aylee gasped sharply, and used all her effort to avoid making a slutty moan of lust. It felt *good* to have her tits sucked. Her cunt pulsed eagerly.

Why am I getting aroused by my own sister? Aylee wondered. Has Klax drugged me again?

But she knew that this was no drug. She had reacted this way when Hana had last suckled at her breast, and she had had regular confusing dreams about her sister over the last year. This wasn’t some external magic. Aylee was just a slut.

“It’s going to be all right, Hana,” she said again, still stroking her sister’s hair. Then she lowered her voice, and whispered, “I have a plan.”

Hana looked up at her in surprise, still suckling at Aylee’s breast.

“I’ve been planning,” said Aylee. “I can’t do it yet – I’m waiting for a friend to come back to Vass – but we’re both going to get out of here. Out of the whole city.”

Hana’s eyes shone with gratitude.

Aylee desperately wanted to masturbate – or, better yet, move her sister’s head down towards her groin, and part her legs, and encourage Hana to lick her increasingly wet pussy. Aylee wouldn’t be able to cum, of course, but she could lie there, humping Hana’s pretty face…

She blinked, and took a deep breath to clear the vivid fantasies from her mind.

As she sucked at Aylee’s tit, Hana was becoming calmer. That was only to be expected. “Imbued milk” from an alchemist-slave’s breast was said to be good for a woman’s health – but over the time since Aylee had begun lactating, she had learned exactly what was “good” about it. It was a pacifier. It made women calmer, more submissive, more susceptible to ideas, and increased their sex drives. Master Klax had told Aylee that other alchemists sold the milk of their alchemist-slaves directly to some of the richer merchants of the city, so that they could feed it to their wives (or daughters) every day, and keep them as the giggly, empty-headed obedient fuckdolls that they desired.

Gently, Aylee lifted her sister’s head from her breast, and brought her level with Aylee’s face. Then Aylee kissed her sister, lightly, on the lips.

Under the influence of Aylee’s milk, Hana didn’t think to protest. She kissed her sister back, and Aylee felt her cunt spasm with sudden need. Again, the urge came to force Hana down, and hump her face until Aylee orgasmed. 

She suppressed the slutty thoughts.

“I need to measure you for the Halistrax Field, Hana,” said Aylee. ‘I need to take fairly precise measurements. But don’t worry – I’m going to look after both of us.”

Hana just nodded, dumbly. Aylee could tell that Hana didn’t believe her. She had already given herself over to despair – but Aylee’s milk was at least numbing that despair, and stopping Hana from panicking.

The first measurements were simple enough. Aylee lifted Hana’s simple white shift over her head, and revealed Hana’s naked body. The site of her sister’s natural, generous breasts, and her pretty, shaved cunt, made Aylee’s pussy throb.

Ignoring the sensations in her cunt, Aylee used a measuring tape to measure Hana’s neck for a collar. Then she took Hana’s bust size, waist size, and hip size. She measured the length of Hana’s nipples and the size of her areolae, and confirmed that Hana was not lactating.

Then she had Hana bend over at the waist, near Aylee’s workbench. Aylee inserted a speculum-like tool into Hana’s anus that dilated Hana’s sphincter, so her “anal tightness” could be measured. After that, it was time to inspect Hana’s pussy – and Aylee found, to her embarrassment, that Hana’s cunt was wet. 

It was the effect of Aylee’s milk, surely. Hana wasn’t the kind of slut that would get aroused by sucking her sister’s breast, or having her sister inspect her privates.

 Aylee ran one finger along the length of her sister’s pubic cleft, and it came away wet with moisture. Hana gasped at the touch, but said nothing. Aylee looked up and saw that her sister was blushing. 

Aylee blushed too, and tried to ignore her sister’s arousal. She measured the length of Hana’s clit – provoking another gasp as she held the clitoris between her thumb and forefinger – and then the length of Hana’s inner and outer lips. Then she slid a finger into Hana’s fuckhole, to prepare it for measurement.

Hana moaned, and bucked her hips slightly against Aylee’s finger.

Aylee was finding it difficult to think straight. Her face was inches from her sister’s pussy, and she could smell Hana’s arousal. The pink folds of Hana’s cunt filled her vision. Aylee’s pussy was literally drooling, her arousal oozing down her inner thighs. She wanted nothing more than to masturbate. Well, actually, what she really wanted was to rape her sister, but she was trying to pretend that she didn’t.

She removed her finger from Hana’s pussy and wiped it clean on Hana’s buttocks. Then she pushed the speculum into Haylee’s cunt, inspected the inside of her fuckhole, and measured the “average dilation” for a measure of vaginal tightness. Hana moaned again at the humiliating treatment.

Aylee withdrew the speculum and stared at her sister’s cunt again.

“I have to check how it tastes,” she heard herself say. She was required to do no such thing, but Hana wasn’t going to stop her, and Aylee needed this. Her pussy was throbbing, and she couldn’t masturbate in front of Hana, and she couldn’t orgasm without permission even if she did.

So she leaned in, extended her tongue, and licked her sister’s cunt.

It tasted amazing – and as soon as her tongue touched Hana’s clit, Hana bucked her hips hard against Aylee, pushing her pussy forcefully into her sister’s face. Aylee took the hint, and kept licking her sister, scooping up mouthful after mouthful of Hana’s delicious cunt-honey with her tongue. She took Hana’s clitoris into her mouth, and began sucking on it, and when she did, Hana went wild. Her knees buckled, and she almost fell. She rested some of her weight directly on Aylee’s face, and began making a high-pitched animalistic keening sound.

Aylee chewed and nibbled on her sister’s clit – and raised her hand, and worked two fingers back into Hana’s fuckhole, and began pumping them in and out.

It didn’t take long. Hana orgasmed. And when Aylee didn’t stop sucking or fingerfucking her, she orgasmed again, moments afterwards. 

Then it was too much. Hana collapsed to the floor – and she was crying.

Aylee crawled over to her, and kissed her on the lips, and prepared to apologise for her slutty rape of her sister’s pussy.

But to her surprise, Hana was speaking first.

“I’m sorry,” she wailed. “I’m sorry I’m a slut. I couldn’t help myself. You were just doing what you had to do, and I – I’m such a slut, Aylee. I tried to hide it from you, but I have such slutty fantasies, all the time, and I can’t control myself…”

“It’s okay,” Aylee heard herself saying. “It’s okay, Hana. I don’t mind. It’s not your fault you’re a slut. All women are sluts. It’s in our nature.”

Hana kept sobbing, so Aylee put one of her tits in Hana’s mouth to quieten her, and Hana immediately began sucking at Aylee’s milk again.

Aylee’s pussy was so wet. She was so horny. Her sister was so sexy.

A switch flicked in Aylee’s brain. She needed what she needed. She was going to get it.

“Hana, honey,” she said. “The next thing I need to do is test your pain tolerance. It’s important for the Halistrax Field, because it’s designed to cause you pain. I’m going to have to hurt your breasts very badly. I’m glad you got so horny, because it will help you deal with the pain. But there’s something else we can do to help you.”

Hana looked up at Aylee, waiting to hear what Aylee wanted.

Aylee was not, in fact, required to test Hana’s pain tolerance at all. That was a lie – and so was what she said next.

“My pussy juices…” she said. “They’re like my milk. They’re imbued with some inherent effects, because of my conditioning as an alchemist-slave. They help reduce pain. If you were to lick me…”

Hana needed no further encouragement. Aylee lay back on the stones of the floor and spread her legs, and her sister moved down her body until her head was over Aylee’s pussy. Then she looked up at her sister for approval – and began to lick.

Aylee was in heaven. Her sister turned out to be an exceptionally talented cunt-licker – or at least, she had a very sexy kind of inexperience. There was a genuine affection and eagerness to please in the attention she showed to Aylee’s pussy that drove Aylee wild.

Aylee couldn’t cum, of course – not without permission, and she would not receive that permission, as the orgasm of a collared alchemist-slave would endanger the Halistrax Fields in the tower. And that presented a problem, as she would never reach release, and yet she would eventually need to tell her sister to stop.

She pictured performing the ritual on Hana that she had performed on Tilly – forcing her sister’s tits to swell into melon-sized fuckbags, accompanied by excruciating breast pain, and having her sister become her total slave once it was done. The idea would have made her cum all by itself, had she been able to orgasm.

She moaned, and bucked against Hana’s face, and it was only eventually by a supreme effort of will that she was able to push Hana away and bring her pleasure to an end. Once Hana was out from between Aylee’s legs, Aylee immediately climbed to her knees, went to her sister, and kissed her on the lips, tasting her own cunt juices in her sister’s mouth.

“Thank you, Hana,” she breathed, and Hana just blushed.

And then it was time to hurt Hana. There was no need to hurt Hana, but Hana didn’t know that, and it was what Aylee’s cunt wanted.

Aylee rationalised it, without even needing to think about it. Hana would experience much pain if she went to the Battery – and Aylee’s escape plan wouldn’t be a bed of roses either. It was best that Hana start learning to deal with pain.

She had Hana kneel in front of one of Aylee’s lower workbenches, and place her breasts flat on the surface of the bench. Aylee then instructed Hana to masturbate.

“The pain will continue until you cum,” she told Hana. “What we’re measuring is how long it takes you to orgasm while in pain.”

Hana blushed, but obediently began fingering her pussy.

“You should picture my cunt as you masturbate,” said Aylee. “It will increase the effects of my cunt juices.”

And then Aylee took a long flat length of wood in her hand – a little over an inch wide, and two feet long – and she brought it down hard across her sister’s breasts.

Hana wailed, and wailed louder when Aylee struck her tits again. Her hands were working furiously on her pussy. Aylee struck her sister’s breasts again, and again. A purple welt was beginning to develop. Hana was moaning in mixed pain and lust. 

Aylee wanted to masturbate. She wanted to cum. She was so horny that she wasn’t thinking straight, and part of her wanted to blame her sister for her frustration. It was unfair that Hana could orgasm and Aylee was not allowed to. She struck her sister’s udders again, harder.

Hana truly was a slut – or at least, Aylee’s sexual activity with her had primed Hana for easy orgasms. She reached her climax on only the 14th strike to her vulnerable boobs, gasping and shuddering just as Aylee brought the wood down on her sensitive titflesh.

“Good girl,” said Aylee. “Do you want more cunt juices to help with the pain?”

Hana looked up at her with eyes full of tears, and nodded eagerly. Aylee stood over her kneeling sister, and guided Hana’s mouth to her sopping wet pussy.

Aylee knew she should be done now. Aylee knew that part of her mind was, even now, screaming guilty thoughts at her, telling her she was a monster for sexually and physically abusing her sister. But that part was muffled under the blanket of Aylee’s lust. Every flick of Hana’s tongue on Aylee’s clit just made Aylee hornier, and there was no release for her, no way of satisfying her sexual need.

She needed more. Even if it wasn’t going to make her cum. She loved the feeling of humping her sister’s crying face, feeling Hana lapping at her pussy juices, convinced that the taste of Aylee’s cunt was somehow helping the pain in her tits. It probably was. Aylee’s milk had made Hana suggestible, and pain existed in the mind as much as it did in the body.

Having her cunt licked made Aylee feel good. But her cunt had also liked the feeling of caning her sister’s tits. And her cunt wanted more.

She didn’t have to hurt her sister. Master Klax didn’t require it. But…

“Make sure you lick up lots of pussy juices, Hana, honey,” said Aylee, her voice thick with lust. “Because next we have to do your pussy. We have to test how long it takes you to cum from having your pussy caned.”

She heard Hana whimper into her cunt, and it felt good.

After all, there was going to be a lot of pain and sexual abuse in Hana’s future. As a good sister, it was Aylee’s duty to help Hana prepare.

Wasn’t it?

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Getting permission for Tilly to orgasm from her breast pain turned out to be easier than Aylee had thought.

All she had to do was wiggle pleasingly during her morning raping, and beg General Dhalg for permission for Tilly to cum from the agony she would soon feel in her tits, and encourage Dhalg to beat Aylee’s *own* tits with the belt from his uniform, and Dhalg agreed.

“Let the little bitch learn to cum from tit pain,” laughed Dhalg. “Once you expand her breasts into fuckmelons like you promised, I’ll be having fun with them every day.” And then he called Tilly into his bedroom, and repeated the permission to her directly.

After that it was just a matter of brewing and administering the potion that would make Tilly’s modest breasts swell into giant sex-balloons.

Aylee was nervous as she mixed the potion. She had orgasmed when harvesting the semen of the black bull, releasing powerful gynaetic energy that may have corrupted the bull’s seed. Her Master had warned her not to do such a thing, but had never explained to her what the consequences might be. She had to hope for the best.

To hedge her bets, she brewed a second, different potion – a medical fluid which her Master had taught her. She injected this second potion directly into her own tits, and gasped as she felt it take effect. For the next week, her breast milk would take on anaesthetic qualities, rendering it useless for further alchemy – but helpful in dulling the pain Tilly would soon experience.

For the procedure itself, and its aftermath, the girls had been given one of the guest rooms in the Embassy – wildly opulent by the standards Aylee was used to, but of course the dog cage would be unsuitable for properly caring for Tilly during the three days that her tits would be growing. They would not be disturbed during that time, except to have meals delivered.

Tilly lay nervously on the guest room bed, naked, while Aylee knelt between her legs and began to lick her pussy. The endorphins of arousal would help Tilly bear the pain, she knew. Once Tilly was moaning and bucking against Aylee’s face, Aylee rose, took up the syringe of potion, and injected it into Tilly’s breasts.

Tilly screamed as the fluid went in, and clutched at her boobs.

“Sssh,” said Aylee. She sat beside Tilly, and moved Tilly’s head into her lap. Then she leaned forward, and offered her left nipple to Tilly’s mouth. Tilly took it eagerly, and began to suck violently, making Aylee gasp – but she felt her milk squirting onto Tilly’s tongue, and saw the effect immediately take hold. Tilly was still in enormous pain – but she was able to focus her eyes now, and was looking up at Aylee with a look of genuine gratitude as she suckled at Aylee’s udder.

“Good girl,” said Aylee. “Soon you’ll have big cow-teats like these too.” And she used her free hand to reach between Tilly’s legs and masturbate her.

Tilly orgasmed almost immediately – her first orgasm since she had entered General Dhalg’s service – and when she recovered from it, and gazed up at Aylee, the expression on her face was pure love. Aylee liked it so much that she eagerly made Tilly orgasm again.

And for the next three days, Aylee’s life was Tilly. She had no duties other than to feed Tilly food and milk and play with Tilly’s body.

At first she focused on Tilly’s pleasure, kissing and stroking the pretty Orhanian girl, fingering her pussy or just licking it, and encouraging Tilly to suck on Aylee’s milk-filled tits on a regular schedule. Tilly was in so much pain she could barely speak, and Aylee knew from her own experience that Tilly wasn’t thinking clearly, and wouldn’t remember much of what happened during this period – but still, the looks of adoration that Tilly gave her after each orgasm felt special to Aylee.

But soon Aylee could no longer ignore the pulsing of her own cunt, and so she mounted Tilly’s face so that Tilly could lick Aylee in return. Tilly did – desperate for Aylee to keep her aroused, and keep giving her orgasms and milk to stave off the agony in her slowly-expanding tits. In return, Aylee kept her attention on Tilly’s pussy – first by 69ing her, licking her fuckhole as Tilly licked Aylee’s. But then she began to just experiment with Tilly’s cunt – pulling on her pussy lips, teasing her vagina, pinching and pulling on her clitoris with increasing levels of force, and finally just punching Tilly in the cunt, hard.

It didn’t seem to matter what she did to Tilly, or how degrading or painful it was – it still made Tilly cum. By now Tilly’s breasts were large enough that she would never fit into her old uniforms, and the concepts of pleasure and pain were getting mixed up in her brain. 

Seeing this, Aylee stopped trying to specifically please Tilly, and just used the girl as her sextoy, rubbing her cunt and tits against any part of Tilly that took her fancy, and doing anything with Tilly’s body she liked. She forced her toes into Tilly’s mouth and made Tilly suck on them. She made Tilly lick at her anus. She slapped and punched Tilly’s growing boobs, for fun – which seemed to increase the girl’s already substantial agony tenfold. It didn’t matter what she did to Tilly, or how painful or degrading it was – as soon as Tilly orgasmed, she would thank Aylee for every act of abuse.

“I love you, mistress,” Tilly said once, lying in a haze of pain and pleasure after Aylee had experimented with kicking Tilly in the pussy until she orgasmed. Aylee was doubly stunned by the statement – surprised to be loved as much as she was surprised to be called “mistress”. She decided she liked it, she realised immediately – but despite some prompting, Tilly didn’t use either of those words again for the rest of her recovery.

Despite the pleasure and the orgasms, Tilly spent much of the three days of her breast expansion crying. Aylee, lost in her own haze of sexual gratification, came to associate Tilly’s crying face with arousal and pleasure, and by the third day, hearing Tilly start to sob made Aylee’s cunt pulse hungrily.

She wondered if these feelings were wrong. Was it bad to be aroused by a woman’s abuse? Surely it was – and yet, the entirety of Vass was magically powered by the abuse of women. Every citizen benefited from the tears of sluts. And Tilly may be crying – but she was orgasming too.

And besides, Aylee realised, of course it couldn’t be wrong. “Because I love her,” she whispered to herself.

Was that true? Did she love Tilly? What was love, anyway? Was it thinking a girl was pretty when her face was covered in your cunt juices? Was it finding the sound of her misery arousing? Was it wanting to hold her as she wept and shook, and wanting to masturbate her pussy to orgasm so that she would cum from her pain while you held her in your arms?

She loved Tilly. She was certain of it.

By the end of the three days, when the pain had faded, Tilly had giant round sex-balloons. They were the same size as Aylee’s, really, but they looked even larger on Tilly’s smaller body. Tilly would probably need some time to adjust her balance as she walked, to avoid the weight of her tits making her fall over. 

They lay in bed on their last night together, Aylee running her hands over Tilly’s giant new fuckbags, making Tilly shiver with pleasure and arousal.

Aylee knew she shouldn’t say what she was about to say, but she couldn’t help herself.

“I’m going to escape, you know,” she said. “From the Guild, from the Embassy, from Vass – from all of it.” She looked Tilly in the eyes. “And I want you to come with me.”

Tilly’s mouth opened in an O of horror, and Aylee immediately knew she had made a mistake. Tilly was loyal to her General, to her country. She would turn Aylee in – to Dhalg, to Klax – and Aylee would be killed, or punished so severely she couldn’t even imagine it.

But instead, Tilly said, “I will go with you.”

Then her eyes bugged out of her head. “Why am I saying that? I don’t want to go with you. We’ll never escape! They’ll catch us! They’ll kill us! My place is with my General.” She paused, and then said, “But I will go with you.” And then, immediately, she gasped, and clapped a hand over her mouth.

Aylee didn’t understand what was happening. “It’s okay,” she said. “I have a plan. And I know alchemy, we can…”

Tilly interrupted her. “No, Aylee, you don’t understand. I don’t want to say that I’ll go with you – but I can’t help myself. It’s like it’s not my choice. What’s happening?” She looked desperate.

A suspicion began to form in Aylee’s mind – a terrible, wonderful suspicion. “Tilly, reach down between your legs and pinch your clit as hard as you can,” she said.

Tilly did as Aylee said – but her face was still panicked. “I’m not doing this!” she said. “I don’t want to – but I can’t stop myself!” And then she squealed, as her fingers pinched her clitoris.

“Tell me a secret that would betray the general,” said Aylee, smiling.

“He’s using military money to buy himself premium alcohol, and he’s not authorised for that spending,” said Tilly – and then she stuffed her free hand into her mouth, to stop herself saying more, even as she kept pinching her clit.

“It’s the potion,” said Aylee, in wonder. “I knew something was different. It didn’t just enlarge your breasts – it’s put you under my control.” She paused. “At least, I hope it’s just my control. Maybe it’s *anyone’s* control.”

“No,” moaned Tilly. “It’s just you. I can feel it. It’s your voice – I want to obey. I’m thinking of the General, and I don’t even feel that way about him. What have you done to me, Aylee? I can’t betray my country.”

“Sssh,” said Aylee, stroking Tilly’s hair, and Tilly immediately fell silent.

She thought, as she stroked Tilly. This was wonderful – for so many reasons. She looked down at the pretty officer, and said, “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” said Tilly immediately – and she sounded as she had the day before. It sounded real. 

“Call me mistress,” said Aylee. “No, wait – any time that we’re definitely alone, with no one listening, call me mistress.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Tilly. And then, “I love you, mistress.”

There it was. The words Aylee wanted. They felt good.

“I love you too, Tilly,” said Aylee. “You will never tell anyone that you are secretly my slave, no matter what. Do you understand?”

‘Yes, mistress,” said Tilly.

“Good girl,” said Aylee. “Now you can stop pinching your clit, and instead rub your pussy until you cum. And then we’re going to start planning to escape together…”

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