Herworld Chronicles Ch. 07


Life was sweet for Nilok now; he was kept in good shape and high spirits by his duties internally and externally at Maidenbower. Internally, he gratefully serviced his mistress Serena, and knew the taste of all the females who resided there; his naturally submissive tendencies served him well when Serena held ‘mistress’ classes for females at Maidenbower; the variety of roles he indulged in with sweet and wicked ladies of various ages kept him perky and suited his Mistress. Serena’s business in this field was very popular with women who brought their daughters from far and wide on the premise of learning ‘Male Servant Husbandry Skills’ , the older women delighting in taking refresher courses themselves. Nilok’s tongue was kept ever busy, and he never tired of the taste of femininity; sometimes sweet, sometimes very stern indeed.

Externally, the tasks around Maidenbower kept him lean and fit. He tended the lawns and pollarded the nearby trees to allow the grand house to bask in sunshine through the dense canopy of the surrounding woodland. He accompanied Serena, Bella or the girls to market in Ovum Fortis regularly, and often delivered bills etc. by hand at the very citadel where he had been worked so cruelly.

It was on a beautiful spring day that Nilok clambered up a Wisteria on the rear wall at Maidenbower, having first thrown over an axe and bow-saw. He was to keep the surrounding arboreal jungle in check and was in particularly high spirits as he vaulted the wall and dropped down into the undergrowth behind it. He worked up quite a sweat as the morning progressed and having completed a third pile of branches and trimmings, he stood for a moment breathing heavily. It was then that he noticed a strange soft calling sound from somewhere down in the hollow. He wandered the three hundred yards or so through the woodland, down to the bright silver stream which wended its way to who-knows-where. As he listened again, he splashed his face in the crystal clear water; a Robin sang out its territorial declaration and a Kingfisher cut through the kuşadası escort air in a blaze of blue and red as it headed for the far bank. The Robin was suddenly silent as the distant alarm calls of several Blackbirds and a Green Woodpecker announced that something not to their liking was abroad.

He stood and looked along the length of the stream, expecting to see a fox or feral cat and was shocked by the plaintive cry once more. He wandered about fifty yards further and was shocked all the more by what he saw. There, tethered naked to a willow, was a local girl known to Nilok; her name was Davina, a sweet maid from Grace Farm, no more than five hundred yards from Maidenbower. She was a mute; the pitiful cry was all she could muster, being deaf and not knowing any words. Her pretty body was tied lattice-like with greased leather thongs; her pert breasts jutting out with her body bound so tight; a thong tightly up her mound, lifting her to tiptoes which had made her squirm and orgasm several times despite her discomfort, her juices dribbling down her soft milky thighs, interrupted only by the bonds which lashed her helplessly there.

Unbeknown to Nilok, eyes which had waited for him looked down from a nearby tree; another pair burned holes in his form from the undergrowth nearby. Davina’s eyes looked at Nilok with pitiful relief and then turned to terror; because the girl could not speak and her arms were bound about the tree, Nilok realised too late that she was looking beyond him, over his shoulder. He turned to see a buxom female form dressed in tight black leather; her curves so feminine yet also menacing, like a predatory cat. Her brown eyes pierced him from under a mane of jet black hair; her lower face was obscured by her hand which held what looked like a wooden flute. The pipe played no tune despite the vixen’s cheeks expanding and expelling out through it; Nilok heard a sharp pop and just caught sight of a small red object flying toward him. A sharp pain stung his neck like a vicious bee as something pierced Serena’s kuşadası escort bayan soft blue collar of ownership and bit deep into his flesh. He tried to lift his arm and pull the stinging object out, but a bubbling sensation travelled up his limbs and he keeled over, his eyes fixed on the delicious harpie, who now lowered her blow-pipe and smiled victoriously as her prey fought to just remain conscious.

She knelt next to him as he stared fixedly at his beautiful assailant, as mute as poor Davina now. She smiled wickedly as she delved her hand into his lower garments and nursed his cock to a fine erection. The sense of eroticism was overpowering; as the flesh of this black widow creaked within the tight leather as she smiled and caressed his now eager manhood. He could not move but felt every sensation; an accomplice dropped smiling from a nearby tree, eerily clad in green velvet, though just as an erotic a vision; she knelt too, her nipples poking like thumbs through the tight velvet as she softly mopped his brow and watched his cock stiffen. The leather one spoke with a voice as sultry as her looks.

“You’re ours now, we’ve had our eyes on you for a while and you came and submitted to us like a lamb; you must have wanted it. You will give us your cream and the relief that follows the excitement will make you sleep. I won’t ask you not to struggle because you can’t; you are utterly helpless. We know many women who’ll offer a very good price for you; when you sleep you can dream of your next mistress.” She smiled contentedly and began to stroke his now rigid member in earnest. The green harpie spread her legs and unzipped her crotch, allowing him to sniff her sweet womanhood as she worked herself in time with her friend’s manipulation of his helpless but willing cock. He tingled all over at the feeling of being at the mercy of these two females, and his balls tensed and began to spasm as the scent of the green one’s arousal became ever sweeter, whilst the leather one’s smile became ever more victorious. They had escort kuşadası him, and as the green one fingered hard and moaned in heavenly orgasm, so he spent in honour of their triumph over him. The leather one laughed as Nilok pumped his white cream on her black leather in ecstasy. He was theirs.

He fought again to stay conscious, just long enough to feel them cut away his blue collar and discard it into the stream. His eyes open just long enough to witness the beautifully rounded bottom of the leather one stand, and jab a dart to the neck of Davina, before cutting her bonds and leaving her slumped at the foot of the tree. His eyes closed and he dreamed of being suspended in a huge silken spider’s web.

Some rough ground jolted him back to semi-consciousness, but only served to perpetuate his arachnid themed dreams; he was in the back of a covered cart, lying on and between soft bales of fabric. He still could not move but was hooded with a material he could vaguely see through, and trussed for good measure, lest the paralysing drug should wear off. He could see the feet and toes of another trussed male to the one side he was lying, and surmised he was head-to-toe with several others. He could smell the sweet scent of his two captors, and hear their sultry voices as they chatted; their pert bottoms sat on a board just beyond his head. As the rough ground that had awoken him jostled him on to his front, his cock swelled and rubbed sensually below him. His helpless trussed and drugged state made him feel like the cocooned prey of the black widow above him; a helpless meal waiting to be devoured. There was absolutely nothing he could do, and his situation allowed his submissive side to indulge in many fantasies about the leather clad beauty that had captured him. As the rough road disappeared he drifted back to a deep sleep.

When he awoke again, it was to the excited sound of other female voices he’d not heard before. It was dark and his limbs now ached the way they do after an attack of cramp; the drug was wearing off quickly now. He felt many delicate hands stroke and touch him before he was hauled from the cart; he was carried by four females, their sweet scent not detracting from his indulgence in his semi-erotic drugged stupor which made his balls buzz, an eight legged creature was taking him to an unknown place.

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