Your story began on the day the Old King surrendered to the Empire.
During that chaotic change of power, nobles were prosecuted for the crimes they had commited against their subjects. Your mother and father were found guilty, publically humilated for their abuse of power and exiled to one of the Imperial colonies until the day they died.
As their daughter, you were stripped of your title and family estate. But were never brought to court for any abuse of power, instead punished with the final memory of your parents being paraded through Cameran.
It was not all bad, however. Since exile was considered death, you immediately inherited their wealth and bought back your family estate. For a while, things returned to normalcy.
But with your limited understanding of money, that would never last and you were soon left without a copper to your name. A servant offered you advice, telling you to ask the bank for a loan and you did. But when you returned to ask for another one, they kindly educated you on a loan was.
Threatening to take everything, you began your adventure for money.
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Your first adventure led you to Maydays Shipyard. The Captain made you work long hours, sometimes without sleep and when the day ended you were rewarded with a single silver coin. At least you wouldn't starve.
Your second adventure took you to the alleyway near the shipyard, where you were currently staying to help Mayday with his project. A merchent did business there every night, selling weeds at luxury prices. So you decided to pick some weeds from the road and opened up business during the day. Unfortunately, the guards mistook your legitamite business for a criminal one and made you sleep in the dungeons for wasting their time.
Your third adventure began when you left the dungeons, now a hardened criminal. Using the skills you learned there to steal money from the scary-looking men in the alleyway. They really liked hugging you, which made it easy to pick their pockets, but breathing - not so much.
With the 12 Silver you earned on your adventures, you finally decided to join the local Adventure's Guild.
Everyone in Cameran knew what an Adventurer was. There were dozens of legends centered around their many exploits, the most famous being that of the current Guildmaster banishing an evil sea god. But as a new recruit, the god-slaying Guildmaster made it so that you were stuck doing the jobs that no one else wanted to do.
Baby sitting for nobles, helping government officials do paper work, that sort of work. As an Adventurer, it was embarassing, but the food was free and the pay was good so you decided to stay. Continuing your training in the hopes that you will one day be acknowledged (and debt-free).
~ ☆ Chiara Marches, Lv. 3 Thief. Aged: 18, 4'11, a-Cup.
You are described as cute and often mistakes for being a little younger due to your height, with fair skin and soft, delicate features. Your cheeks are prone to blush and your doll-like amber eyes sparkle in the light. With short, golden-brown hair that comes down to your neck in a bob and a nimble physique, maintained through daily Adventurer training.
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It has been exactly 2 years since you joined the Guild, but nothing has changed. Only now, the dreaded [Final Notice] had arrived to inform you that you had to pay the bank 50 Silver by tomorrow morning or they would take everything from you.
Standing in front of your bed, where all your worldly possessions were laid out for your final journey into Cameran. Your savings of 5 Silver coins, a [Normal Water Bottle], a small box of [Thieves' Tools] and the enchanted outfits your Guildmates gave you.
Some of them are embarassing to wear, but since they have special properties and are always a perfect fit, you often wear them to work.
Tossing the [Sparkling Glittering Bikini] and the [Slave of Love Set] to the floor, you are left with your useful outfits. The [Pure Maidens Attire], the [Black Sorcerress Outfit] and the [Bandit Queen Armour].
Which one should you wear to Cameran?
(Different outfits unlock unique paths. Paths that require you to change outfits are always the same. Old City has unique decisions.)
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[[1-A]]: You decide to wear the [Pure Maidens Attire] that you received from the Guildmaster as a gift. It consists of a frilly white dress, with a pair of matching high-heels and stockings tied with a pink bow. Completing the outfit with a pair of pure white panties, the 'second most powerful symbol of purity in the world'. As long as you are wearing the complete outfit and nothing else, you will radiate an overwhelming aura of innocence that repels evil intent.
[[1-B]]: You decide to wear the [Black Sorceress Outfit], an outfit Mico the Witch made for you. It consists of a strapless bra and a pair of side-tie panties, made from a soft, black, cotton-like material that hugs the skin. With a pair of ankle-length black leather boots, a witches hat and an inflammable cape bearing the guild symbol on the back and several hidden pouches. As long as you are wearing the complete outfit and nothing else, you will have all the skill of a Level 1 Black Sorceress. This allows you to use [Fire Bolt] and [Light].
[[1-C]]: You decide to wear the [Bandit Queen Armour] that one of your guildmates; Gulf the Paladin; found in the dungeons of the Old City beneath Cameran and gave to you since he couldn't wear it. It consists of an eye mask, corset, battle skirt, battle panties, gauntlets and boots all made from a brown leather. As long as you are wearing the complete outfit and nothing else, you will become stronger than most men and get to wear functioning armour. However, you will look like a bandit at first glance. //You decide to wear the [Bandit Queen's Armour].////You decide to put on the [Pure Maiden's Attire].////You decide to wear your [Black Sorceress Outfit]//
Stripping away your nightie, you slipped on the black panties and tied the strapless bra between your breasts, to avoid another accident. Double checking that the knots won't come undone while you walked; again.
Then you drapped the guild cape over your bare shoulders and tied the loose string, keeping it from falling. Placing your [Guild-issue Dagger], [Normal Water Bottle] and 12 Silver in it's hidden pouches.
Buckling on the leather booties, you don on your witches hat - now ready for adventure!
~ ☆ Chiara Marches, Lv. 1 Black Sorcess. Aged: 18, 4'11, a-Cup.
Clear skies, sun shining - the perfect morning for a perfect adventure.
You followed the red brick road outside of your families estate that led straight to Cameran with no diverting paths, making it difficult to get lost on the 10 kilometer journey.
Taking the journey on foot, you are occassionally greeted by a pair of guardsmen that patrol the road. Proudly puffing out your modest chest whenever they called you an 'adventurer', because you were!
An hour into your journey, you came across a woman escorted in connected shackles by a pair of guardsman; clad in heavy metal armour.
She was much taller than you with long, flowing golden-blonde hair and a chest barely contained within the potato sack she wore like a dress. A ball gag hung around her neck, shiny from recent use. If it were any other day, you would have just ignored her. But after today, nothing matters, so you should live like it's your last.
What will you do?
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[[1-A-A]]: Ambush the guards from behind and nail them with a point-blank [Firebolt]!
[[1-B-B]]: Go to Cameran. You are too pure to go back to the dungeons.
[[1-B-C]]: Trick the guards. You are wearing the Guild seal on your cape, making whatever story you make up more believable because Adventurers work closely with the government.//You decide to attack the guards in order to save the blonde woman.//
You stealthily sneak behind the guardsmen and shape both of your hands into pisols, pointing at their heads as you whisper the magic words: [...fire bolt...] A small ball of flames materialises in front of each hand and rockets towards their armoured heads.
The firebolts collide against their helmets with a satisfying ping, leaving behind a visible scorch mark where they exploded on their otherwise flawless helmets. After using your most powerful Black Sorcessess spell twice, you fall flat onto the red-brick road in exhaustion.
The guards speak to each other in confusion, 'Did something hit my head?'
'Did someone throw a rock at us or-, wait your helment - it's all burnt!'
'Woah, your right! Did someone hit me with a spell? I don't see anyone.'
And in perfect sync, the guards turn around and notice the small, caped girl lying on her stomach, staring back at them in horror. Oh no. You are too exhausted to even attempt to flee before one of the guards holds you by the throat.
In an instant, he forces a bright red ball gag into your mouth, before tightly buckling it behind your head. Beyond soft moans and unintelligible 'mmph's', you are unable to say anything and simply drool onto the red brick road.
Snapping a pair of thick shackles onto your wrists and ankles linked together by a short chain, he finally pulls you onto your feet. Padlocking a chain onto your wrist shackles, he sternly tells you to walk.
You have no choice but to obey him for now.
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~ ☆ Chiara Marches, Lv.1 Prisoner. Aged 20, 5'2, A-Cup.
You meekly follow the guard holding your chain, trying your best to keep up with their pace, but are occassionally pulled along whenever you couldn't keep up. The blonde-haired girl you tried to save hasn't said a word to you or the guards. They would probably gag her as well if she did.
If only he wasn't pulling you hands, then you could have reached the lockpicks hidden in your cape and escaped.
After walking for so long and casting magic, you are exhausted beyond belief and the ball gag stuffed in your mouth is only making it worse. But the guards mercilessly forced you both to keep walking for another hour and a half, until you finally reached the gates of Cameran.
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Stone walls marked with towers line the outer walls of Cameran, casting a pleasantly cool shadow over the small plaza called the Checkpoint.
At least a hundred people are lined up to get inside Cameran, merchants and travellers with carts in one line and travellers with small packages in another line. Here, the guards search their possessions for stowaways and illegal goods, as well as verifying the identities of everyone that enters to ensure that they don't overstay.
You wished you came here under different circumstances, but it's too late for that.
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The two guardsmen led you and the blonde-haired girl past the crowd, into one of the towers opposite the wooden gate. The inside is lit up by a line of magical lanters on one side of the wall, allowing you to clearly see that this tower is where people caught with contraband are brought.
A couple of small barred prison cells that look too small to sit down in are lined up against the far wall. In front of the prison cells is a wooden desk, where a busty dark-skinned woman is sitting with her legs crossed, staring at you.
She dressed in a tight-fitting ruffled blouse that barely contained her chest and similarly tight-fitting black leather pants, a blue-and-gold uniform jacket hanging from her shoulders and a matching hat adorned with the Imperial Moon in silver.
- Fiora des Pics Jumeaux, Lv.20 Monk. Aged 35, 6'0, G-Cup.
Her piercing violet eyes pass over you, onto the blonde-haired lady with a slight grin before resting on one of the guardsmen. The guards saluted her with one arm, while holding onto the chains with another.
'What did these innocent-looking girls do to deserve such heavy restraints?'
'The blonde one was arrested shortly after attacking civilians on the outskirts. The little one attacked us with fire magic while we were escorting the blonde one en-route to Cameran, but was caught shortly after the attack and surrendered after being gagged.'
'Mmm, put the blondie in a holding cell for now. The little one can stay in the dungeons until she is summoned to court.'
'Yes, Ma'am! I will escort her to the dungeons immediately.'
'But, before you go.'
And the busty woman lowered herself from the desk, then strutted towards the entrance. The tapping of her high-heeled boots against the marble floor suddenly stopping out of view, when suddenly, her long slender fingers wrapped around your neck. She takes hold of one end of the rope holding up your cape, then pulls the knot apart and your cape slipped down your back onto the floor.
'This does not belong to you.' She harshly whispered into your ear, as you felt her slender fingers wrap around your torso, taking their time to move to your chest. Her hands grabbed your little breasts, squeezing them between her fingers like dough. A soft moan escaped through your ball gag and you close your eyes out of embarrassment, praying that no one heard it.
Her hands finally withdraw from your chest and you rub your now sore breasts, only to realise that they were completely bare. You open your eyes to find both of the guards gawking at your exposed breasts and your cheeks lit up, quickly covering your decency when that familiar touch rested on your now quivering hips. With one slow tug, you felt your side-tie panties come undone and race to cover your privates as your face turned an even brighter shade of red.
'You should be grateful. Thanks to me, you finally get to look like a real rebel instead of a fake adventurer.' Fiora whispered in your ear, gathering your clothes from the floor before returning to her desk. Leaving you completely naked with nothing but a pair of leather booties, thick iron shackles and a shiny red ball gag dripping with saliva.
'You can leave now. But there is no rush to take her to the dungeon.'
'Yes, Ma'am.'
'Mmmph!'
And suddenly, the guardsman slung the chain to your shackles over his shoulders, forcing your arms up and away from your naked body. Uselessly wrestling against his strength, you scream through your gag as he drags you outside to the Checkpoint.
The impatient travellers lined up to get through the Checkpoint into Cameran turned to face you. Their lecherous eyes gliding across your helplessly exposed body reminded you of that Dark Elf's hands.
The guardsman pulls you closer to the crowd as he spoke with the Checkpoint guards, pulling your chain even tighter, forcing you to balance on the tip of your booties. Your face pressed against the guardsmans back, unable to see what the crowd was doing behind you.
Fortunately, no one was brave enough to touch you in full view of the guards and eventually, the guardsman loosened his grip on the chain and led you through the familiar metal gate into Cameran.
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The guardsman paraded you around every street in Cameran, occassionally stopping to display your body like a fish to anyone that looked interested. One of the districts you passed was the Old Kings Square, where the guild was located. Through the window, several of your guildmates clearly witnessed your shameful parade. The guard must've notice them, as he held you up by your shackles then too.
When you finally arrived at the barracks, you felt relieved that it was finally over. The guardsman led you inside, then locked your chain lead to a metal hoop in the wall above you. Everyone was staring at you, but you were too tired to worry about your decency anymore and allowed yourself to collapse into a half-kneel, dangling from your shacked wrists.
After some time had passed, a female officer introduced herself as the Warden in a commanding tone; ordering you not to resist as she unlocked the lead from your shackles.
The Warden has a slim build with soft-pink hair done up in a bun. Dressed in a red-and-black uniform jacket secured with several belts and matching red miniskirt, paired with red thigh-high boots and a red cap bearing the Imperial Moon in silver.
- Bellus Poena, Lv.8 Prison Warden. Aged 28, 5'7, C-Cup.
You meekly followed her down a flight of stairs into what looked like a changing room.
Numbered baskets were lined on shelves on the wall, full of clothes and random items, and on the other side was a barred prison cell to allow prisoners to strip freely.
You were ordered to remove your boots and the Warden placed them in a box labelled #305. Now barefoot, the warden pulled a lever on the wall and the first metal door opened. Once inside, the door automatically locked behind you and another female officer unlocked the next next metal door into the dungeon.
The final metal door automatically locked behind you and any hopes of escaping suddenly vanished.
You obediantly followed the Warden into a corridor lined with barred prison cells, about the size of a closet, each hosting a single female prisoner who was forced to remained crouched due to the height of the cell. You passed these familiar cells and continued down another set of stairs to the final cells: 6 strong-looking metal doors were shut either side of the corridor and at the end of the corridor was one that had no door.
The Warden entered that room and you followed like the good prisoner you were.
It was too dark to see anything in this room, but the Warden moved about it knowingly and dragged you on top of what felt like a metal plate. Ordering you to raise your arms above your head, she grabbed some kind of hook from the ceiling and locked it onto your shackles. The Warden double Checked your restraints before disappearing into the darkness once again.
*Ker-chunk*
The metal plate beneath your feet suddenly split in two, revealing the dark pit beneath you. But the hook locked to your shackled remained taut, leaving you dangling above the darkness below. A warm, humid air spewed out from the hole and you could faintly hear the sound of wet meat limply slapping against each other. You pointlessly struggled against your restraints, calling out to the Warden through your gag.
'Mmphhh!!'
You hear the sound of the Wardens boots approaching you from the darkness, then suddenly unbuckling the gag from your mouth. 'Is there something you want to say?'
'Warm, sounds. Something beneath me. Please.'
'You attacked two government officials with deadly magic. This is an act of rebellion against the Empire and the minimum punishment is public humiliation, followed by 12 weeks in the dungeon. After 12 weeks have passed, you will be brought to court to face further charges or be released.'
'I'm not a rebel. I just wanted to save her. Please don't drop me.'
'Mmm...' She said with an obvious smile. 'If this is true, then I will make you into the good little girl you used to be. Whenever you feel like you cannot endure it any longer, think of me and repeat after me: this will make me a good girl. Say it.''
''This will make me a good girl?'
'Once more, but louder.'
'This will make me a good girl!'
'Good girl, now remember those words.'
*Ker-chunk*
The clunk of a lever behing pulled resonated through the room and you begin to slowly descend into the darkness of the pit. Followed by the sound of another lever as the trapdoor slams shut behind you, sealing you in complete darkness. The humid air stifles your breath, the slapping noises growing closer and you can feel something.
A thin, gooey tentacle wraps around your one of your shackled legs and suddenly, there are hundreds more.
'No!!!'
Suspended by the hook on your shackled wrists and weighed down by the heavy metal shackles around your ankles, you cannot even struggle as every inch of your naked body is carcessed by hundreds of thin, snaky tentacles. Their slimy, gel-like bodies occassionally squeezing sensitive parts of your body, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine when you feel something larger snaking up your inner thigh until you can feel it pressing against your most delicate parts. You desperately struggle against your restraints to try and shake it out of you, but you can feel it push inside you.
In the complete darkness of the pit, all your senses are completely focused on the thick, slimy tentacle writhing inside of your. Throbbing up and down as it pushes itself further inside of you. Pain and pleasure previously unknown to you courses through out your body from the tentacle writhing inside you; a bestial moan escaping from your drooling lips.
'This is wrong... I need to get out... [Firebmmf-]'
Before you could finish your spell, another thick, slimy tentacle lodged itself into your throat. You try to bite down on it, but it's gooey structure suddenly grows inside your mouth, filling it completely and making it impossible to move your jaw. The bitter taste of the slime is the only thing you can taste, when the tentacle inside your pussy grows even thicker and yet another thick tentacle forces itself inside your final hole.
Throbbing up and down, wave after wave of pain and pleasure cloud your mind. The tentacle lodged in your mouth reducing your besital moans to quiet whimpers, as a hot, slimy liquid begins pouring from the tentacle into your stomach.
The tentacles hold you above the ground by your privates, keeping you suspended as they tirelessly writhe inside your body. You cannot think, you cannot move. Your body naturally surrenders, accepting the tentacles ravaging your insides as a part of your new life. The words: 'this will make me a good girl' float in that emptiness.
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It felt as if years had passed since the Warden locked you in the darkness of the pit.
The tentacles tirelessly ravaged your inside, filling them wit a slimy, lukewarm liquid as they uselessly tried to delve deeper. Your every thought repeating those words final words.
'This will make me a good girl.'
Amidst another orgasm, you felt the tentacles being pulled away from your body as a familiar tightness returned to your wrists. A blindingly bright flooded into the pit and you felt the tentacles squirm away out of your body. Even the tentacle filling your mouth shrank, leaving a thick layer of bitter ooze coating your mouth and throat.
As you rose into the light, your conciousness faded, as if your body had finally caught on to the suffering you had endured. When you finally woke up, you found yourself standing before a court made up of dozens of people.
'What say you in your defence?'
'I am a good girl now.'
To every question, you gave the same answer. The jury found you guilty of rebellion and sentence you to 2 years in the dungeons, followed by immediate public humilation upon your release. Happy with the results, you returned to the dungeon and spent your sentence as the Wardens personal slave.
Chiara became a good girl. (Bad End)//You decide to obey the law and run ahead to Cameran.//
Description: You run ahead, getting to Cameran in record time. Passing through the gates with your [Guild-Issue Dagger] in the business line, you make it inside. There you...
[[1-B-B-A]]: Head straight to the Guild.
[[1-B-B-B]]: See the Captain for advice.//You decide to try and trick the guards to save the blonde woman.//
Taking a moment to think of an acceptable lie, you suddenly dashed towards the guards at full sprint. Crying out to them as you did.
Hearing your cries, the guards turned to see an exhausted-looking Chiara pretending to catch her breath with a hand to her chest.
'Men dressed in armour are attacking the farms by the coast! They are forcing women and children onto boats, you need to stop them before they get away.'
'There should be boats patrolling the coast, how did they slip pass!?' and the other answered, 'No time, we need to save the women!'
'Take us to them, Adventurer. We'll fight alongside you.'
'I ran out of mana fighting them before, I will be more useful getting more guards to help them.'
'Yeah, you're right. Leave them to us!' and the other added, 'Take that woman with you. She uses magic too, so gag her if tries anything.'
And with that, the guardsmen ran over the hill in search of the perfect description of a Gilgamori pirate. Leaving you alone with their shackled prisoner, who was now glaring at you with hostile intent.
That shiny red ball gag around her neck looks really necessary right now.
[[1-B-C-A]]: Gag her before she can speak. She might cast a spell!
[[1-B-C-B]]: Let her speak. There is no way she would hurt you, right?//You decide to gag her before she can speak.//
You know from your own experience how dangerous magic is. Acting swiftly, you slipped behind her back where shackled hands could not reach you.
Forcing the ball gag around her neck into her mouth, muffling her screams as you tightened the strap with dexterity typical of a thief. Now she won't be able to speak the incantations and as long as she is shackled, she won't be able to remove the gag herself.
You had a lot of practice doing this to Mico for fun, which might have just life. But what now? You lied to the guards for no reason and now you had to escort a prisoner all the way to Cameran.
Picking up the chain lead attatched to her shackled, you pulled and she followed. The prisoner mumbled something through her gag, then cried for a moment before she suddenly fought back. Pulling as hard as she could, her lead slipped from your hands and she began her desperate escape away from Cameran.
But her shackled legs could never outrun a trained thief, allowing you to easily catch up her. Tackling her to the ground, you calmly telling her.
'You can't run away. So, stand up.'
But she wouldn't. You were too weak to lift her, so you instead pulled her hair hoping that she would stand to make the pain stop. It was then that you heard the sound of a carriage pulling up on the road beside you.
The carriage was beautiful, drawn by a pair of white horses that could only belong to nobility. A maid with blue hair sat in front, glaring at you for some reason. You were so busy looking at her eyes that you did not notice the sleeping dart buried in your chest. Oh no.
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You awoke with no knowledge of how long had passed or where you were, only able to see what looked like a girls bed in front of you. A soft, warm material encased your entire body, preventing you from moving your limbs more than an inch. A rubber-like material filled your mouth, allowing you to breath despite being smothered on all sides.
Trying to move your arms and legs around, you realised that it was impossible to bend or pull them back. You were stuck in an embarassing position with your arms and legs held out in front of you, like you were asking for a hug.
It was obvious that it was useless to struggle, you knew that but you struggled and struggled until eventually you fell upside down onto the fluffy pink carpet of the bedroom.
A mirror was positioned on a nearby wall and there you could see your prison; a huge stuffed lion plushie. Dozens of other huge animal plushies were piled on the floor, all motionless until a pair of feminine legs came into your lion-shaped prison.
You thrashed about in your prison, screaming as loudly as you could through your gag to get her attention.
'Has Mr. Lion fell off the bed? You are such a clumsy lion, let Mommy tuck you in for bed.'
She lifted you back onto her bed, placing you on your back. Limiting your view to nothing but the ceiling above, illuminated by a light. Then you saw her, the prisoners you tried to help, dressing nothing but a pair of silk bloomers. Standing over you, she embraced your helplessly bound body, crushing down on you with all her weight.
'Mr. Lion is so fluffy. Sweet dreams.'
The light dimmed, leaving the ceiling faintly lit by moonlight. There was no way to escape her, to stop her from crushing you. Breathing through the gag became a physical effort, sucking in as much air as you could whenever the weight on your chest lessened.
But as she lay there, you also felt yourself getting warmer. Trapped inside your already warm prison, getting warmer and warmer. You clawed at your soft prison, looking for any kind of relief, but there was no hope of escaping. You couldn't even sweat.
You spent the night, suffering between suffocation and the inescapble heat building up in your plushie-prison. But the sun rose and you were still somehow alive.
The blonde woman rose from your body with one final squeeze, then positioned you to face the entire room. All the other prisoners trapped in stuffed animals jiggled to life, their cute little faces unable to change expressions or speak words. And the woman that trapped us all here was staring into your beady lion eyes with a sadistic smile.
'Did Mr. Lion sleep well? Does he want a morning kiss?'
She lunged forward without warning and suddenly, you could no longer breath through the tube. Uselessly struggling, thrashing around your prison with all the strength you had left, but she would not let go.
Only when you were too tired to resist, did she permit you to breath.
Done torturing you for the day, a maid came into the room to help her get dressed. Then she left you and all the other prisoners, alone and unattended until the blonde woman returned the next night to sleep.
☆ ~ Chiara Marches, Lv. 1 Lion. Aged: 18?, 4'11, Gao-cup.
For the next month, she did not move or even acknowledge you. You realised that you did not get hungry, thirsty or go to the bathroom; only needing air to survive. But as you watched all the other stuffed animals get to sleep with her, you felt jealous that they were getting attention instead of you.
Unable to escape and with no other visitors besides your master, you fully adapted to your role as her stuffed animal. Shaking your limbs as hard as you could whenever she came into view to earn her attention.
You felt happy when you slept with her and loved each and everyone of her morning kisses. Feeling lonely and depressed when she ignored you.
Eventually, a new stuffed animal took your place on her bed and you were tossed onto floor and forgotten, like so many others before you.
One day the maids took you and all the other forgotten animals to be put on display in the attic, where no one would ever see you again. Cursed to live a life eternally young within the confines of a stuffed lion, until your master decided to set you free.
Chiara became her inner lion, forver? (Bad End)//You decide to let her speak.//
'Do you intend to kidnap me as well?'
'I would never do that (maybe later)! I have been to the dungeons, I know how scary they are. I'm Chiara by the way; an Adventurer! I'll unlock your shackles before I go.'
'I've never heard anyone from guild by that name, did you join recently?'
Dodging the question, you brought out your [Thieves' Tools] and begun picking the lock. They were heavier than normal, but as long as they were not magical, you could pick it. Within a few minutes, her wrists and ankles were freed from the shackles.
No longer bound, the blonde-haired woman stretched her arms around you in a kind embrace. When she eventually released you, her potato sack had been replaced with a glamerous white sequin dress. The ball gag around her neck confirming that she was the same person from moments ago.
'How can I ever repay your kindness? You must know that the guards will look for you once they realise that I have not arrived. I cannot endure the thought of my saviour being locked in the dungeons for my sake.'
'I can't go back to the dungeons! Oh no, what are we supposed to do?'
'Chiara, I am Serena. I know of a place where the guards will not be able to reach us. Will you come with me? I want to properly thank you.'
~ ☆ Serena, Lv. 20 ?. Aged: 21?, 5'10, D-Cup.
And before you could react, a beautiful white carriage drawn by a pair of white horses came into view from the red brick road. It stopped beside Serena and holding the reins was a blue-haired maid, who stepped down from the carriage to open the door with a graceful bow.
Serena extended her hand and you took it, hesitating but Serena was there to pull you into the carriage. The maid quietly closing the door behind you, returning to her seat as the carriage began to move.
'You better not be taking me anywhere weird.'
'We are closer than friends, maybe closer than lovers. You are my hero and I will never betray your trust.'
With those words, Serena once again embraced Chiara and there she eventually succubed to her desire to sleep. Awakening to the sunset and Serena's soft, sisterly smile.
'We're here.'
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A huge estate surrounded on all sides by an ivory brick wall lined with metal spikes came into view.
The iron gates that sealed it's entrance opened as the carriaged approached, then closed as it passed. Drawing to a halt in front of the imposing limestone mansion surrounded by fields dotted with flowers.
Once again, the blue-haired maid hopped down from the carriage to hold open the door. In front of you was a brick path and on each side of the path were 5 maids, all dressed in the same elegent black-and-white uniform, holding a courteous bow.
Together, 'Welcome back, Lady Serena.'
Holding onto Serena's hand, you proceeded through the line of beautiful woman in maid costumes until Serena called forward one of them; a purple haired maid.
'Prepare a bath for our guest.'
'I don't have a change of clothes with me.'
'You can borrow some of mine. I am certain that I will find something that fits you.'
It had been months since you last had a warm bath by yourself. The bath house was always full of people, which made it hard to relax.
'Chiara, this is Tsumi. She will take care of you for the evening. If you need anything, ask her. We'll talk once you are bathed.'
The purple-haired maid offered you a swift bow before raising her head.
'If you will, please follow me, mistress Chiara.'
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Tsumi led you inside the mansion. The interior was mostly made of different kinds of stone, decorated with potted plants. Vines dotted with exotic flowers hanged down from the stone banister on the second floor.
Above the massive stairs to the second floor was a 2 meter tall window that looked out to the setting sun. Reminding you of the time.
Escorting you to another part of the mansion on the first floor, you eventually came to a room lined with ocean blue tiles. A porcaline bath already filled with steaming hot water, coated in a layer of pearly bubbles.
While you were distracted, the maid had begun to undress you. Normally they would only help you get dressed, but you didn't mind. After she stripped you bare, she placed your in a box outside of the bathroom and did the same with her maid costume.
☆ ~ Tsumi, Lv. 10 Maid. Aged: 22?, 5'8, C-Cup.
Tsumi had a thin, supple body and was blessed with evenly tanned skin and a large pair of breasts that made you a little jealous. She would have been completely naked as well, if not for her chastity belt.
It consisted of a polished metal belt around her waist, connected to another piece of metal that ran between her legs; snugly pressed against her most delicate part. Where her pussy would be was a small grate and on the side was a larger opening, keeping her cheeks spread apart. All of this, held together by the heart-shaped lock.
Most of the women in your guild wore the same metal panties, saying that they were magical and that they had saved them a few times. But you have no idea what they are supposed to do and why would it need a lock?
Finished studying her, you stepped into the heavenly water and felt all the dirt that had been building up on your skin float away. The maid sat behind you in the huge bath, scrubbing everything inch of your body.
Leaving the bath absolutely spotless, the maid dried your body with a towel and dressed you into some nightwear from a box outside the bathroom. Slipping you into a pair of cute white bloomers tied with pink ribbons and a matching semi-transparent camisole.
~ ☆ Chiara Marches, Lv.3 Thief. Aged 20, 5'2, A-Cup.
Instinctively twirling in your new cute outfit, you enjoy a breathe moment of pause before Tsumi dressed back into her maid outfit and ushered you to follow her once more.
Leading you up the stairs in the main hall to a room on the second floor, where she stopped beside an open door and bows as if to point you in.
Inside, was Serena's bedroom. The floor was lined with a thick, fluffy pink carpet and scattered about the room were large stuffed animals. On her massive bed beside the window to the cold dark night, Serena waited for you in nothing but a pair of silk bloomers. Showing no shame.
A familiar gentle smile washed over her face as you entered.
'I'm glad my old clothes fit. Are they comfortable?'
'Mhm, I love them! I used to have a lot of clothes like these, but I had to sell them...'
'Keep them, as a small gift to remember me by. But that is not nearly enough to repay your kindness. I want to give you something else.'
'What did you want to give me?'
'Would a wish suffice? I am afraid that I do not know you well enough to offer any thoughtful gifts, so I hope that you will forgive me.'
'I don't know what to ask for.'
'Think of me as a genie. What would ask the genie to make come true?'
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[[1-B-C-B-A]]: Ask her if you can stay tonight to think it over. You only have 1 wish, better to think it through.
[[1-B-C-B-B]]: Ask for gold, as much of it as you can carry. She has it, you need it. It's not rude, it's survival and you miss having servants.
[[1-B-C-B-C]]: Ask her to be your friend. She hid you from the guards, bathed you and gave you some cute clothes. You will have to live with the consequences of not paying your debt, but at least you will be able to hold your head up high.
//You decide to ask for more time to think.//
If you were going to ask a genie for a wish, what would you ask for? The possibilities were endless and something inside you believed that no matter what you asked, it would come true.
What would you ask the genie for? World peace, eternal youth, wealth. The way she asked you made you think that she could grant any of them.
'Can I have more time to think?'
'Takes as long as you need, but for now, we should get some sleep. You can think about your wish tomorrow morning. You can sleep here.'
'I suppose I should. Good night Serena.'
'Ah, Chiara. There are no beds in the mansion besides mine, so we will have to share. Unless you would rather sleep on the floor?'
'I don't mind sharing.'
Agreeing to share a bed with her, the magical lights illuminating the bedroom dimmed and were replaced by moonlight. Serena took you by the hand, pulling you underneath the covers and into a soft embrace. Her naked chest pressed against your back, wrapping her arms around your waist. In seconds, she was fast asleep.
'Good night Serena.'
Her body pressed against yours felt warm, making you feel at ease as you gradually seccumbed to your desire to sleep. You can think more tomorrow.
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'AHH!'
A shriek suddenly woke you from your sleep, coming from outside. Taking a peek outside the window, you spotted a faint light pouring out of the nearby maids quarters.
You turn around to tell Serena, only to find that she had vanished, when.
'AH!'
Another scream, again from outside. Serena might be in trouble!
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[[1-B-C-B-A-A]]: Investigate the source of the screams. They might need your help!
[[1-B-C-B-A-B]]: Hide under the blanket and cover your ears until the sound stops.//You decide to ask for gold.//
Description: Serena was waiting for this kind of answer. Buying her debt, she becomes Chiara's owner and is made to sign a new contract where she will work as a maid until the debt is repaid.
Locked into a chastity belt for the duration of the contract, she is made to use her small body to clean hard to reach places. Whenever she or any other maid makes a mistake, they are brought to the dungeon during the night to be punished and are made to repeat the same task until they can get it right.
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//You decide to ask for gold.//
Pushing aside your pride and humility, you asked for gold.
'I would like gold, as much as I can carry!'
In response, Serena clapped her hands and Tsumi entered with a treasure chest held in her arms. Presenting it before you, she unlocked it to reveal that it was stuffed with 1000s of Imperial gold coins.
'Every gold coin in my possession, contained with a treasure chest enchanted to weight less than nothing. It is all yours now.'
You inspected the coins and they were without a doubt, genuine Imperial gold coins. An unimaginable fortune was sitting in front of you, the things you could buy with this was endless. You could even become a real noblewoman again! But, you felt guilty...
'Can I really take this..?'
'As much gold as you can carry. That was your wish, correct?'
'But what will happen to you if I take this?'
'Do not feel guilty, Chiara. You answered my question faithfully, no one will blame you for that. My maids will take you to Cameran.'
Getting dressed back into your [Black Sorceress Outfit], you left the mansion the richest woman in Cameran and returned there to spend it.
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The journey to Cameran was uneventful, passing by the occassional pair of guards holding torches. When you reached the check point, they confirmed your identity and inspected your treasure chest. They leapt when they saw it, then treated you with the respect they would give to a hero.
It also seemed like they weren't looking for you. Relieved, you passed through the gate into Cameran.
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The cobblestones streets of Cameran were illuminated by street lamps, allowing normal people to move around during the night.
There you walked through the quiet streets, to your first stop: the Denaro bank. Since it was the weekend, the bank was closed at night, so you had no choice but to pass the time until morning came.
You first went to the Old King's Square, where the Guild was located to pay off your debt of gratitude.
Leaving a pile of gold for the Guildmaster who let you join after turning away so many others, Mico who made your [Black Sorceress Outfit] and Lauva who trained you to every night to become a better thief.
Now you only had 1 more debt to repay; to the ship builder, Mayday. He gave you food, work and if not for him, you might have lost everything.
With the weightless treasure chest 3/4s full, you traversed the dark alleyways towards the docks. But before you could reach there, a group of men lurched around the corner, then stood there menacingly. Their faces obscured with a bandana, making strange gestures with their hands.
'Hey there, little Adventurer. Don't you know it's dangerous for a girl to go out alone at night?'
'W-What do you want from me?'
'We just want to keep you safe, no worries.'
'Oh, then-'' And before you could continue trusting them, a woman in a bandana pinned you to the ground. Swiftly binding your arms together with several layers of sticky tape, then did the same to your legs.
'Caught ya.'
'Help! Hel-mhp!!!' You attempted to scream, as she stuffed her bandana into your mouth, sealing it in place with several layers of tape. Then wrapped more tape around your eyes, preventing you from seeing them.
The sound of casual footsteps came from all around you while you uselessly struggled against the sticky tape, unable to even crawl away with the woman sitting on your back.
'Young adventurer, no belt on her either. Good catch.' Said a man.
'What's in the chest?' Said the woman on your back.
With a *thump*, one of them kicked open the treasure chest and...
'Holy sh*t! Is that real!?' Screamed the man.
'No doubt about it, but the chest's got some magic on it. Might be tracked.' Said another man.
'Alright everyone, strip! We're gonna carry it all in our clothes. Then we're gonna live like lords for the rest of our lives!'
They wasted no time stripping the contents of your chest bare, even stealing the clothes you were wearing to carry more gold. Leaving you nude, bound, gagged and blindfolded in this lonely alleyway. If you weren't carrying so much gold, what would have happened to you..?
When you were certain they had left, you began the slow, painful process of peeling off the sticky tape from your legs. Eventually stumbling onto your feet in the darkness.
Unfortunately, there was no fold to peel away near your wrists, making escape impossible. Without your arms, getting rid of the gag and blindfold would also be impossible. So you decided to look for help.
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[[1-B-C-B-B-A]]: Head towards the streets to find help. You remember passing a street party.
[[1-B-C-B-B-B]]: Head towards the docks to find help. The Captain will save you.
(Head to street, where you are paraded through the town by a group of drunks. Or head to the docks, where you fall in the water, but are saved by Mayday. Then you return to your chest, finding a single gold coin and bring it to the bank to stall them for another 2 weeks.)
Description:
//You beat up your inner devil and ask for friendship.//
//You decide to go back to sleep.//
You awoke to the early morning sun drifting through the bedroom window.
Serena was still sound asleep, snuggled into your back; dispelling the nightmare. It doesn't seem like she will wake up anytime soon. You should use this time to think about what to ask her when she wakes up.
Well, what are you going to ask her?
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[[1-B-C-B-A-B-A]]: Tell her about your debt and ask if there is anything you can do to earn that money.
[[1-B-C-B-A-B-B]]: Tell her about your debt and ask if you can work as a maid to help pay it off.//You decide to take the path of least resistance and be obedient.//
You nod your head and submit to Serena, accepting your face as the maids strip away your bloomers and camisole.
The maids wrap coils of rope around your arms, then tighten around your chest into a box tie. The rope binding bites into your skin, completely restricting your arms behind your back, forcing your ^^breasts^^ to jut forward.
Lastly, your legs are folded together and bound with more rope into a frog tie leaving you helplessly kneeling before Serena as the maids return to positions beside Serena.
She looks over your small body, bound with rope like a piece of meat with the eyes of a canivore. Embracing your helpless from behind, you watch as the woman on the wooden horse is lifted into the air by a piece of rope tied to her bindings and carry her motionless body to another room only to return moments later.
You cannot help but feel nervous, but at the same time, you feel unusually hot.
'Now, it's your turn.'
Tsumi tied the rope dangling from the ceiling onto your bindings, then pulled taut as you were raised towards the ceiling, dangling above the wooden horse. The reinforced metal tip of the wooden triangle gleamed in the fire and soon, the rope is lowered an inch at a time until you felt the warm, rounded metal tip push against your delicate lips.
Tsumi held your hips, preventing you from escaping as the weight of your entire body was dropped on the metal tip.
'AH!'
You scream against your own will as the weight of you entire body pressed down on your most delicate part. The pain and discomfort causes you to writhe in search of relief, only to find that there is no escape from the metal tip of the cruel wooden horse. All you can think to do is beg.
'Please let me down, please, please let me down!'
'It hurts, but your heart is racing. You are excited and so am I.'
Through some kind of magic, a pair of nipple clamps manifested in her hand and she let their cruel teeth bite into your exposed nipples. Then placed the chain connecting them between your lips.
You held your breath, using everything you had to not move a muscle else the pain and discomfort grew worse. But it was about to get much worse.
'I will whip you for 10 minutes. If you let go of that chain, we will start again from the beginning. If you can hold the chain for 10 minutes, your punishment will end. Do you understand?'
And with a nod, her whip suddenly bit into your thigh, causing you yelp in pain and drop the chain. Your body trembled, pressing down harder on the wooden horse and making it impossible to ignore the teeth biting down on your nipples.
Once you regained your breath, Serena lifted the chain back into your mouth with the butt of her whip. 'Again, from the beginning.'
This was the beginning of your punishment. With each stroke of her whip, your body jerked from the pain, bringing with it more pain. It hurt, it hurt so much, but all you needed to do was hold onto the chain.
'Again!'
'Again!!'
'Again!!!'
'Again!!!!'
And by the fifth stroke, you're able to stop yourself from jerking away from the pain when. 'Again!' As she decided to whip your clamped breasts.
With a sadistic smile, she whipped you again and again, showing no intention of letting your punishment end quickly. But after what felt like an eternity, she lowered her whip. Softly kissing on the lips, signalling to the maids-in-waiting that the punishment had ended.
The maids lowered you from the wooden horse, freeing you from the unendurable pressure. Relieved from the unendurable pressure, you passed out in your bindings and awoke the next morning. Serena slept beside you, her arms wrapped around you as if the whole thing was just a bad dream.
There were no scars, no rope marks, no pain. You just felt refreshed.
You waited for her to wake up, then shared a breakfast prepared by the maids. When you finished your meal, you approached Serena to ask for a wish; but she simply placed her finger to your lips and said:
'No words are needed, I understand.'
The maids, Tsumi and Dorobo, who tied you up in the dungeon stripped away your clothes and bound your arms into a familiar box tie. It was strange, but for some reason, you felt relieved. A knotted crotch rope was added, rubbing against your most delicate part as you were led outside the mansion, into the sunlight.
Serena placed a half-full coin purse to your mouth and you reflexively bit down to hold it.
'50 Silver for a job well down. If you ever want to sell your services to me again, I will always be here for you. As for the guards, they will not trouble us any more. Now, you better head home.'
'Mhm!'
She spanked your cheek, as her own way of saying good bye. The gates of the mansion closed behind you, leaving you with no option but to walk home. You have never been to this part of Cameran, but as long as you follow the red brick path you will eventually find your way home.
The knot rubbing against your most delicate area kept you in a constant state of arousal, allowing you to cast of the guards, merchants and farmers staring at you. In fact, you wanted them to look more!
An hour into your journey home, a 7 foot tall giant clad from head-to-toe in countless black robes that seemed to writhe with unnatural life loomed over your shoulder. His face obscured by a robe, revealing no skin.
'I am Laknac, a debt collector here on the behalf of Borse di Denaro to retrieve 100 gold coins from one Chiara Marches. Hmm, is this?'
He removed the coin purse from your mouth with a gloved hand, taking a moment to count them.
'I have confirmed 50 Imperial silver coins. As per your agreement with my client, the deadline will be delayed for an additional week.'
And just as suddenly as he appeared, Laknac the debt collector vanished without a trace.
You have avoided the worst case scenario and stalled the debt collector for another week. Congradulations! Now, how do you get these ropes off?
ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ (Neutral Ending)//You decide to investigate the source of the screams.//
In nothing but your bloomers and camisole, you traverse the mansion without making a sound. Cautiously investigating everything in sight for signs of an invader as you descended into the main hall.
No broken glass, no dirt and the door to the mansion remains locked. You open a window and slip through the crack to investigate the maids quarters where the screams seemed to be coming from. When you arrived, you noticed that the faint light was coming from an opened cellar door.
You thought to ask the maids when another scream filled the silence, clearing coming from the cellar. Afraid of what might be happening to Serena, you ran down, into the cellar.
Down until you reached an open door in the depths of the cellar, a fire illuminating the shadow of a man holding a sword. Without any hesitation, you ran inside, prepared to save Serena, only to find her completely unharmed.
Only she was dressed in a revealing black-leather [Dominatrix Outfit] consiting of a cupless leather corset buckled around her waist with two strips of leather running across each breast to a collar around her neck.
Her arms clad in long leather gloves buckled above her arm, with thigh-length leather boots with a slight heel that made her taller.
A pair of skin-tight leather panties questionably sealed with a zipper danced with her body as *crack*. The whip in her hand smacked against the exposed backside of a woman bound with rope, forced to sit on a cruel wooden horse that dug into her most delicate area.
~ ♥ Serena, Lv. ? Genie? Aged: 20ish?, 6'0, D-Cup.
Standing to either side of Serena was the purple-haired maid, Tsumi and the blue-haired maid that drove the carriage.
Both of them were practically naked with nothing but an apron that barely covered their chastity belts, leaving their breasts adorned with a pair of vicious-looking nipple clamps in full view. A ball gag matching their hair filled their mouths, forcing them to drool uncontrolably.
~ ♥ Tsumi, Lv. 13 Maid. Aged: 20, 5'7, C-Cup.
~ ♥ Dorobo, Lv. 15 Maid. Aged: 19, 5'6, B-Cup.
Unable to comprehend what you were seeing, you froze and before you could think about running the maids were already upon you. Pinning your arms behind your back, they forced you onto your knees to face Serena.
She averted her gaze from you with cheeks burning bright red, hiding the whip and the woman tied up on the horse behind her body.
'You weren't supposed to see this. Not yet.' She said, her expression turning to a seductive grin. 'But since you came here, I can assume that this is your wish. You only became a thief because you wanted to get caught, I am right, aren't I?'
Serena moved to the side, allowing you to clearly view the woman on the wooden horse. Exhausted and covered in whip marks, her arms and legs were tied up and attatched to a rope on the ceiling. Despite how painful the horse was, and how tired she was, her body kept twitching.
'Well, shall I grant your wish?'
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[[1-B-C-B-A-A-A]]: Nod obediently. Maybe she will be gentle if you submit to her. You also feel a little warm at the thought of it.
[[1-B-C-B-A-A-B]]: Try to escape. You are not into this, you did not become a thief to get caught. But... No, not here.
Description: Serena believes that Chiara is trying to escape from her own feelings and attempts to make her wish come true. Escaping from the grasp of the maids, Serena is suddenly hit an overwhelming warmth radiating from her most delicate parts, that invade her every through. She tries to touch it when the maids grab her and bring her back into the dungeon, locking her into a metal stockade hanging from the ceiling. Then to a spreader bar, allowing Serena to lock her into a chastity belt.
Serena believes that Chiara is trying to escape from her own desires and decides to make her wish come true. Escaping from the maids, Serena is suddenly hit by an overwhelming warmth radiating from her most delicate parts, invading her every thought.
She tries to touch herself when the maids pin her and hold her legs apart, allowing Serena to lock the chastity belt onto her before releasing her. Chiara uselessly tries to touch herself through the chastity belt, crying and begging Serena to unlock it.
To unlock it, Chiara is made to eat out Tsumi, who was hit by Chiara in her escape. After making her cum, Serena locks Tsumi back in her chastity belt and then makes Chiara crawl into one of the dungeon cells. The cells are small with a bed of hay, a sink and a toilet with nowhere to hide. In her madness, Chiara happily enters to get release.
That was when Chiara was left to her devices, told by Serena that 'if she did a good job for a week, she would get to touch herself.' Tomorrow morning, a shackle was placed around her ankle preventing her from leaving the dungeon and she was told to clean the dungeon. Given the tools, she got to work because only Serena could release her.
Chiara became a broken slave girl, who worked tirelessly cleaning the dungeon where she was stored to one day cum. (Bad End)
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//You decide to escape before anything can happen to you.//
//You decide to ask for her help in repaying your debt.//
After a few hours, Serena woke up. You calmly thought through your options and decided this was your best option.
'Serena... Do you remember the wish? I know what I want now.'
'Oh, then what do you wish for?'
'I... am in a lot of debt. I took out a huge loan without knowing that I had to return it and...'
'So, you want me to repay it?'
'No, I can't ask for that. I want to work for it, but I don't know how.'
Serena snuggled closer to Chiara, thinking for a moment.
'I have a job you could do. You can be my personal assistant.'
Chiara leapt out of the bed in joy, surprising Serena who leapt back in shock. Chiara held Serena's hand, staring at her with hope-filled eyes, sparkling on the brink of tears. Then pounced on her, giving her an embrace of her own, to Serena's surprise.
'Thank you! Thank you so much Serena!'
'The work will be difficult and you will have to stay here overnight, but I think you can handle it. You'll start immediately!'
Backing away from Serena, Chiara sat on her knees, awaiting a command with a look of absolute determination.
'Now, the first thing we have to do is get you dressed. Bloomers and a camisole are good, but I have something better. Follow me.'
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You follow Serena to another room on the second floor filled with hundreds of outfits displayed on mannequins, hanging from racks and inside drawers. They were strange clothes, similar to the enchanted outfits you have at home.
Eventually Serena removes an unfamiliar set of clothes from one of the clothes racks and smiles to herself.
'Take your clothes off. I will help you put it on.'
Not willing to argue with your boss, you strip away your bloomers and camisole, then stand still while Serena dressed you.
When she was done, inspected yourself in a nearby mirror. From head to toe, you felt sexy for first time in your life and it was for another woman.
Your outfit consisted of a strapless hi-cut black leotard with small cups for breasts and a puffy cotton tail above your behind, like that of a rabbits. A pair of sexy fishnet stockings covered your legs, ending in a pair of black high-heels that stuck out your cute cotton tail.
To finish the look, you wore a black ribbon to mimic bunny ears and a tight red leather collar that Serena really wanted you to wear.
The only issue you had with the outfit was that you couldn't wear panties alongside it, as well as the fact that the hi-cut leotard made it so that everyone could see that you weren't wearing any. But since it was enchanted, there was no risk of it slipping out since it was a perfect fit.
'I love this.'
'Come along now, I have business in Cameran.'
While you were inspecting yourself, Serena had already gotten dressed in a beautiful white dress. It suited her much better than the potato sack she was wearing yesterday.
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You rode to Cameran with Serena in the carriage and were given immediate access past the busy Check Point, continuing the rest of the journey on foot.
Serena marched with her head held high like a noble should, while you struggled to keep up your high-heels. You must have looked really silly because everyone was staring at you until you reached a familiar building; the Denaro bank. The head of the bank, Borse di Denaro, was lounging on a chair in the hallway and immediately spotted you.
His guards ran up to grab you when Serena muttered something beneath her breath and they instantly collapsed to the ground, paralyzed.
Approaching Mr. Denaro with the same condescending smile she wore when you first met, she adressed him.
'You are the owner of this bank, correct? I have come to pay off this ones debt.'
'Unfortunately, the debt has defaulted and everything she owns has already been repossessed. Well, besides the girl herself.'
'Then, a different approach. Return what you have taken and I will repay her debt in full, and forgive you for attacking a high priestess.'
'Saint Serenity! Please forgive me, I will return everything at once and call off the repossession. Consider the debt forgotten.'
We left the bank before a crowd could gather, stopping at a nearby restraunt to have coffee. Although, since I was her personal assistant, I refused to have any and instead held the milk for her. I was no match for a table, but I felt like I did my best.
After that we went to various shops, leaving me to carry her bags around Cameran and stopping at a temple so that she could do her high priestess work. But she made me wait outside, going so far as to create a lead with her magic to tie my collar to a fence, like I was a dog.
The sun soon set and Serena returned from the temple to untie my collar, then head back to the carriage to return home.
As her personal assistant, Serena made me fetch things around the mansion and bring them back to her. A stick, a ball gag, a pair of panties. It was difficult to run around in high heels, but wearing them was all part of my job.
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Eventually, night came and Serena stripped down to nothing but her bloomers to sleep. As her personal assistant, I took off my high heels and got under the blanket in my [Bunny Girl Costume]. Tonight, it was my job to keep her bed warm and be her hug pillow.
When mistress finally came to bed, she hugged me tight and snuggled into my back. She sounded happy and I felt satisfied with a job well done, patiently waiting for her to go to sleep so I could go to the bathroom.
As soon as she started to snore, I snuck away to the bathroom to do my business. But when I came back, the mistress was awake, waiting for me.
Manifesting a chain lead with her magic, she locked my collar to the bedpost. For the rest of the night, I was made to sleep on the floor like a dog and was only released when morning came to change into a different outfit.
That was my first day as her assistant.
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Every morning my mistress would change my outfit, from normal outfits like the [Bunny Girl Costume] and my [Sailor Uniform] to more lewd costumes, like my [Succubus Bikini] and my [Slave of Love set].
Sometimes we would go to Cameran, but she still has to lock my colar whenever we visit the temple. Then we return to the mansion and I wait for her in bed. But most nights, I am made to sleep on the floor because I made a mistake.
She even prepared a potion for me, so now I don't need to eat, drink or sleep to survive which has given me more time to help her. Apparently it will also stop me from aging, but only time will tell if that is true.
Chiara paid off her debt and worked for Serena, eventually exploring other dimensions as boss and lackey. (Good End) z/ovo/z//You ask if you can work as a maid to pay off your debt.//
Description: Serena happily accepts you as her maids, asking you to sign a short contract, which you do immediately. You are then stripped and locked into a chastity belt before finally being dressed in your maid costume. With Tsumi as your teacher, you help her in the garden and are given the simple task of watering the garden. But accidentally trample over some flowers while watering the garden.
That night, you are summoned to the dungeon at the bottom of the cellar to be punished. Tsumi locks you into a metal stockade, which is hung
That night, you are summoned to the dungeon at the bottom of the cellar to be punished. Tsumi is punish, while Chiara recieves a lighter tickling punishment.
Tsumi is suspended by ropes in one corner of the room, recieving her punishment. Chiara recieves a fitting punishment for someone that likes destroying things. Maybe glass-like keys?
She needs to learn to watch her step. Maybe she is hobbled for the rest of the day after being spanked.
Stupid mistakes are met with punishments, followed by a day in the dungeons where you have to write about what you did wrong.
~ Chiara avabon Marches.
I, signor, agree to the following while employed as a MAID.
1. I must follow every instruction given to me by EMPLOYER.
2. I must remain on EMPLOYER property, unless instructed to do so.
3. I must agree not to speak with non-employee or EMPLOYER, unless said person is designated a GUEST.
4. I must not damage EMPLOYER property OR incite criminal behavior.
Failure to follow any of the above will result in PUNISHMENT, as chosen by the EMPLOYER. Resisting a PUNISHMENT may result in harsher, short term imprisonment or immediate termination of employment.
Duration of employment as MAID: 5 Years. 50 Silver a day.
Good morning, good evening and good night; I am your author, GP.
This 'Choose Your Own Adventure' story is set in a lewd fantasy world, with strong adult themes including bondage, domination, slavery, penetration (no d's) and some lighter fetishes.
There are no descriptions of death or gore in this story, but there are numerous examples of permanent bondage and breath play.
If you are under the age of 18 or these themes do not appeal to you, then consider this your oppertunity to turn back. To those that remain, enjoy.
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(Just some back story on the setting.)
For thousands of years, the city-state of Cameran remained isolated from military threats thanks to the sea to the east and the great forest to the west. In their relative safety from outsiders, the royal family and the noble that ruled this land became famous for their cruelty. However, this would not last.
One day, the Imperial Army of Fenland tore a path through the great forest with one of their magical weapons. But before they could march; the Old King surrendered.
Full control of Cameran was handed to the new Viceroy of Cameran and the nobles were stripped of their titles, reducing them to regular citizens to be punished for their crimes against their liberated serfs.
Absolute control of Cameran was transfered to the new Viceroy of Cameran, who stripped nobles of their titles and swiftly punished under Imperial law for their previous abuses. Under this new regime; water shortages ended, new trade routes made it an important trading hub in the region and for most, life had improved dramatically.
However, not all is perfect. Criminals skulk the night, monsters dwell in the Old City below and on the horizon, the banner of rebellion.
(Good Ends: are to complete your goal with no adverse effect.
Neutral Ends: are to complete your goal with an adverse effect.
Bad Ends: are to fail your goal or to meet a worse fate.)
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[[1 Dressed for Adventure]]- You are Chiara, a noble who was stripped of her title and somehow found herself saddled with a great debt. Skilled and intelligent, but naive and head strong - maybe she can pay her debts before she loses it all or will she stumble along the way?//You decide to head towards the streets.//
Someone was bound to be wandering the streets, you thought as you headed followed the wall back to the streets.
With your arms bound behind your back like this, everything was on display. Strange fantasies of being kidnapped... arrested for indecency and thrown into the dungeon... help down and... NO! Wanting to slap yourself for think that, but unable to, when you heard a couple of voices... male voices.
In a panic, you decided to run away, immediately falling flat on your face. Recoiling from the pain as their foot steps drew closer, you got onto your knees one at a time to stand when a man called out.
'Hey, pretty lady. *hic* What you doing out here?'
'You wanna come to the parrr-ty?'
Oh god, it was the guards! And they sounded drunk. You immediately ran and so did they, tackling you to the ground with professional ease, only his hand was on your chest. Squeezing them against your muffled protests, then threw you over his shoulder without a second thought.
'*hic* Sorry dude. Thought you were a chick. *hic*'
Kicking his shoulder as fast as you could dealt no damage to the muscle-bound guard, leaving you to his drunken mercy. You can only hope they take you to someone that will help you.
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Like the guard said, they were taking you to a party. Musicians were playing a fast-paced dancing song from somewhere, not that you could see them. After walking through some kind of door, the guard tossed you onto the ground and disappeared.
Stumbling again to your feet, you realised that you had no idea where you were or how to leave. But before you could gather your thoughts, someone bumped into you and sent you tumbling to the ground. When you rose, a person you could not see or hear slapped your rear.
Recoiling from the pain on your butt, you ran forward, bumping into a crowd and once again fell. But, in a loop, you rose and someone slapped your backside. Bouncing around an infinite amount of people, recieving a slap every time you stood up, but you had escape!
But of course, they would not let you.
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The sound of their hands smacking your helplessly exposed cheeks went on and on, until you were too tired to get back up. Curling into a ball to hide from the crowd you could not see, you fell asleep; defeated.
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When you woke up, the adhesive had melted away, allowing you to slip out of your bindings without much effort. Then, you did the same with the tape around your mouth and eyes, careful not to pull too hard. Finally free, you removed the soggy bandana from your mouth.
Everywhere you looked, the floor of this tarvern was covered with people either passed out or clinging to their heads in agony. It looks like you wouldn't need to punish them for spanking you last night. When it suddenly you remembered.
'The deadline!'
You sprinted out of the tarvern back to the alleyway, praying that there would be something left. Dismissing the people ogling your naked body - you ran as fast as you could. It was already light, so you didn't have long to search.
But when you arrived, the treasure chest was nowhere to be seen. In panic, you began to search every crack in the cobblestone road, hoping to find just a single loose coin. That was when a voice called out -
'I am Laknac, a debt collector here on the behalf of Borse di Denaro to retrieve 100 gold coins from one Chiara Marches.'
You turned to face the voice, finding an imposing giant clad from head-to-toe in countless black robes that seemed to writhe with unnatural life. His face obscured by a robe, revealing not an inch of skin.
'I was robbed here last night. If you wait, I'm sure I can-'
'For your failure to meet the deadline, everything in your possession is forfeit. Do not resist.'
A glossy black tentacle launched out from underneath his robes, wrapping around your body. You pushed against the tentacle, struggling to escape it's grasp, only to find that your hands were now stuck inside it's tentacle. His robes parted slightly to reveal his true form - that of a latex slime.
~ X Laknac, Lv. 20 Latex Slime. Aged: ?, 7'1, smooth to the touch.
Helpless to resist the slime, you could only plead and beg, until your entire body was submerged in it's latex. Once inside, the latex around your skin solidified, squeezing every inch of your body, transforming you into a featureless doll.
Tentacles writhed up your nose, then hardened to create latex tubes for you to breath through.
Floating in the darkness of the latex slime, you could do nothing but breath and hope that it would end soon.
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When you arrived at your destined, more of Laknac's latex hardened into balls around your hands and feets before he released you from his body, onto what felt like glass.
'Chiara Marches, as ordered.'
'I hardly recognized you, but that form is unmistakable. Perhaps this will serve as a lesson in reading, not that you will ever need to read again. From this day forward, you are mine. Until you accept that, the mittens stay on, so you don't get any ideas about escaping.'
'Mhp hh! Mhp hh!' You mumbled through your mask, shaking your head, hoping that he would take off the mittens so you could escape.
You felt Laknac's tentacle wrap around your latex-clad body, forcing you into a small metal cage. Fighting back against the tentacle with all your strength in a desperate attempt to avoid your fate, only to lose as more tentacles came to bind your limbs as he locked the cage door.
Without your hands or feet, without your tools, without your eyes or even the use of your mouth - all hope of escape vanished.
This was the beginning of your new life as his property. Locked in a cage in Mr. Denaro's office, occassionally overhearing important conversations and recieving an occassional pat on the head.
Twice a day, someone would pump liquid food and water through a latex tube in your gag. A hole was cut in the latex suit to expose your delicates, so that you may do your business during that feeding time.
It was embarassing, more so than anything else, but at the same time you had no choice. Once this was done, they would stuff a butt plug inside you and guide you back to the cage on a leash.
This was your life now and it felt surprisingly normal... Something you think about escaping, but you have everything you need here and no debt to repay. You are just his pet and that's not a bad thing.
Chiara accepted her role and became property. (Bad End)Description: You head to the docks to look for the Captain, following a mental map in your head to his warehouse. But before you could reach it, your foot got caught on some loose rope and you tumbled into the sea. You kicked the water as hard as you could to stay afloat, but eventually your strength failed you and you started to bob. Unable to cry out for help or hold onto anything, you struggled beside your exhaustion to keep your head above water, holding your breath to somehow stop it.
*Splash* Someone dives in to save you and pulls you back onto the docks, removing your gag and blindfold to reveal the Captain. He removes the tape from your arms and you give him a hug, before crying for a moment. Then realise that you need to run, leaving the Captain, not caring in the slightiest that you were naked. The Captain see's the bandana used to gag you and is filled with rage.
You find the chest and inside is a solitary gold coin. When morning arrives, you head into the bank completely naked and hand in the gold coin. You have staved off the debt collectors for another 2 weeks.
//You decide to head towards the docks for help.//
The Captain slept during the afternoon, which meant that he should be in his warehouse working on a ship. And if anyone had to see you like this, you would rather it be him than a stranger.
Following the wall of the alleyway, you headed into the docks.
A cold, salty breeze swept over you as soon as you left the alleyway and on it, the sound of waves beating against creaking ships. You had found your way to the docks, but where was the warehouse exactly? There was no other choice but to go from memory.
You headed left from the alleyway until you hit a wall. Then headed right from the wall, coming into an open space and must've hit a small wooden box. This must be the fish market, you were going the right way.
From the fish market, all you had to do was head forward and then turn left.
You walked forward... one, two dozens steps when a splash of cold water hit your back. Instinctively moving away from it, stepping through a storm drain. Panicking, you pulled back as hard as you could
//You head to the Guild immediately.////You decide to see the Captain for advice.//
Description: You ask the Captain for advice in the shipyard. He teaches you about Paula's gang to make easy money, the Old City and offers to help you, if you see him in the middle of the night.
[[1-B-B-B-A]]: Head to the alleyway to meet with Paula.
[[1-B-B-B-B]]: Head to the Guild to go treasure hunting in the Old City.//You head back to the Guild with new knowledge.//
Description: IP//You decide to meet with Paula to make some ez money.//
[[1-B-B-B-A-A]]
[[1-B-B-B-A-B]]//You accept the mission to kidnap a noble woman.//
You get dressed into the [Kidnappers Uniform] and go to kidnap the noble woman. Climbing up, into an open balcony door and use the sticky tape that Paula gave you. She fights back, but with surprise and sticky take on your side it was easy. However, you needed to take her back.
You leap off the balcony carrying her on your shoulder, then hear a guard entering the room and alerting the others that she is missing.
You run down the same alleyway and hear the sound of metal clad footsteps nearby. You needed to hide.
[[1-B-B-B-A-A-A]]: Sewers!
[[1-B-B-B-A-B-B]]: Barrel!//You refuse the kidnappers mission.//
Description: They have no choice but to tie you up, so that you won't spoil their target. A couple of the kidnappers take you down to a prison cell underground. They tell you that they'll let you out tomorrow, once they've got their target.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.
↶↷Good morning, good evening and good night; I am your author, GP.
This 'Choose Your Own Adventure' story is set in a lewd fantasy world, with strong adult themes including bondage, domination, slavery, penetration (no d's) and some lighter fetishes.
There are no descriptions of death or gore in this story, but there are numerous examples of permanent bondage and breath play.
If you are under the age of 18 or these themes do not appeal to you, then consider this your oppertunity to turn back. To those that remain, enjoy.
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(Just some back story on the setting.)
For thousands of years, the city-state of Cameran remained isolated from military threats thanks to the sea to the east and the great forest to the west. In their relative safety from outsiders, the royal family and the noble that ruled this land became famous for their cruelty. However, this would not last.
One day, the Imperial Army of Fenland tore a path through the great forest with one of their magical weapons. But before they could march; the Old King surrendered.
Full control of Cameran was handed to the new Viceroy of Cameran and the nobles were stripped of their titles, reducing them to regular citizens to be punished for their crimes against their liberated serfs.
Absolute control of Cameran was transfered to the new Viceroy of Cameran, who stripped nobles of their titles and swiftly punished under Imperial law for their previous abuses. Under this new regime; water shortages ended, new trade routes made it an important trading hub in the region and for most, life had improved dramatically.
However, not all is perfect. Criminals skulk the night, monsters dwell in the Old City below and on the horizon, the banner of rebellion.
(Good Ends: are to complete your goal with no adverse effect.
Neutral Ends: are to complete your goal with an adverse effect.
Bad Ends: are to fail your goal or to meet a worse fate.)
~
1 Dressed for Adventure- You are Chiara, a noble who was stripped of her title and somehow found herself saddled with a great debt. Skilled and intelligent, but naive and head strong - maybe she can pay her debts before she loses it all or will she stumble along the way?