[tent Warning - Svery, Whipping, Non, y, Humiliation, Exhibition, Kidnapping]

  “Iime.” Hol Vydon said, “First, I want to see this Fury shed.”

  A buxom middle-aged human woman in sve silks pulled Indy-Ra by her leash to a position in front of the Hol. She urged the Fury down to her knees and then stood behind her with one hand on a shoulder to keep her in pce. Another sve brought a whip to the human woman behind Indy-Ra.

  “I don’t see any marks on your skin. The bounty hunter did you a kindness, the st you’ll experience for some time. Ten shes.” Vydon said, “Just to whet my appetite.”

  The sve with the whip uncuffed and stepped back from Indy-Ra. With a flick of her wrist the whip unfurled. She shook the whip and waves coiled down its length.

  Indy-Ra k passively refusing any hint of emotion. The whip sliced through the air and cracked loudly o her, but did not hit her. Indy-Ra remained motionless, unfling.

  Vydon nodded and the whip sailed through the air. This time the end came down with a loud snap across the bare back of the kneeling woman. Indy-Ra’s eyes winced shut, she otherwise did not react. Kaster saw an angry red welt across her bad k must have been incredibly painful.

  The whip sve made a show of her shing. The whip dahrough the air making graceful figures only to e snapping down loudly across the Fury’s back. It hissed angrily over the older sve's head, snapping at empty spaly to then e crashing down on its victim.

  Ohird blow, Indy-Ra’s hands came up off her thighs. She forced them ba pce.

  At number five, she fell forward, catg herself with her hands. She k on all fours, trembling for a moment as the whip made intricate designs in the space above her.

  With the seventh blow, she cried out, then cried agaihe gag shocked her. Again, she fell to all fours, trembling, her eyes now brimming with tears.

  “That's it, Fury.” Vydon mocked her, “Just a few love taps for now. But this will be your life. You’ll wear little else in my house but these marks.”

  Another silk-cd sve helped Indy-Ra sit up again, and the shing tinued. With each blow, she now fell to her hands and cried out, causing double agony from the gag. Each time, a silk-cd sve would pce her ba position.

  Before the ninth blow struck, Indy-Ra was fling with each hiss of the whip. The false snaps in the air made her jump and flinch. Tears began streaking down her cheeks to pool against the gag. Oenth, she pletely colpsed to the floor, shaking and screaming in her gag, f a feedback loop that tinued her agony well past the shings.

  “Now this is more like it!” Vydon bellowed. “Soon enough, girl, you’ll learn your pce. Your Fury days are over. From this day forward you’ll be nothing more than my worthless fuck sve.”

  Indy-Ra’s back was crossed with agonizis, and trickles of fine blood leaked from a few. She shivered on the ground before the Hol, g and trying t her feelings ba check.

  Vydon anded, “Prepare her for dinner. I want her impnted and branded. No clothing for her. I want everyoo see a mighty Fury is nothing more than a t and tits under her witches' robes.”

  “And this other bounty?” Kaster asked.

  “We discuss the specifics over a meal. And perhaps… more enduring employment opportunities.”

  Kaster sidered his options. He’d prefer to receive the details of his target ao business. Deing the hospitality of a Hol would be a dangerous ingratitude. Ohing Kaster did not want was to bee a servant to any one of the Coalition warlords. Kaster appreciated the pay, but being a pdog was not on his agenda.

  “I’d be honored, my lord.”

  “Excellent.” Vydon looked bato Kaster’s eyes, judging the man's metal. “Syrakk, allow our huest to freshen up and join us in the dining hall.”

  “Yes, my lord.” The majordomo swept forward bowing, then said to Kaster, “This way.”

  Kaster was led to a vish fresher. All the surfaces were marble, and all the fixtures faux gold.

  “Will you require a ge of clothing? A dinner robe?” the majordomo asked.

  “Just my pay,” Kaster replied.

  Just his pay was a lot of money. More than most sapients made in several years ur employment. He washed his fad hands expeg betrayal and a rush of thugs at any moment. When none came, he stepped out of the fresher and into a grand hall of the Hol’s mansion.

  White marble and cheap fake gold pting seemed to be a theme. Kaster guessed Vydon had inally been very poor and earned his way to warlord through hard work and many graves. The décor and tacky ambiance very much propped up that theory. The warlord had no sense of cssical taste and instead wao impress with gaudy opulence.

  “There you are.” The majordomo said, “Dinner is about to be served. This way.”

  Kaster followed down a short hall into a long room, the ter was dominated by a long table. At the far end, Vydon busily engaged a dozes in a story that ended when he saw Kaster.

  “The man of the hour!” Vydon excimed, “e sit at my spot of honor.”

  The Hol gestured to ay seat close to his right hand. The seat and dishware were not quite o Vydon, there of clear table end on each side he warlord. Kaster took his seat, noting that it was more than an armlength away from Vydon, enough room for ao sit o the Hol. If Kaster were to try and attack Vydon, he’d have to reach over the empty spot. The murderous guards behind Vydon would also make getting away with an attack impossible.

  Kaster o Vydon, and then sat in the seat the Majordomo offered. He hat the seat across from him was empty, but all the seats to his right dowable were occupied. The dozen people at the table all had the same look: hard eyes looking for any way to profit from those around them.

  “A toast.” Vydon raised his gss, “To the bounty hunter who delivered a Fury into eager arms. To you Kaster, a salute of the deepest respect for your skills, may you profit from them handsomely.”

  “Hear! Hear!” the dozes cried out.

  “Food!” Vydon yelled.

  From the doors behind him, sves ihrough silks, male and female, of a multitude of se species, began bringing out trays. Kaster watched the parade of sves. All wore small silver hoops through their nipples and pin, simple metal bands around their necks, wrists, and ankles. Ptes were set in front of guests who wasted no time in ping, fondling, and otherwise harassing the sves as they attempted to work.

  “Sir,” a pale blue Gythian woman said as she curtsied o Kaster’s chair. She looked relieved when she was able to set his pte down without being accosted as the other sves were.

  Kaster looked down at his pte. It was heaped with meats aables he’d never seen before and covered in det sauces. He gnced dowable, noting sves pg entire roasted animals, exotic fruit dishes, and expensive wines all along the table. He knew without needing to ask that this meal alone would cost a small fortune.

  “It's a rare Typhoni cutlet,” Vydon expined, pointing a fork to the strip of meat on Kaster’s pte. “The species is soon to be extinct, so enjoy it while you .”

  Kaster hen leaoward the Hol and asked, “And who are the uests at your ba?”

  “You'll do well in my ente. I tell you have a sharp eye and a mind for business,” Vydon said as he stuffed a huge slice of cutlet in his ample mouth. “You’d have access to all, es to the most ected beings in the Coalition, lieutenants, business associates, some local eainers. And… the freedom to run any business opportunities you desire. Smuggle ons into Federated space, talk to Casmsile. Set up your own sve acquisitions, Fiorra at the end. Ply your trade as an assassin? Talk to Vyytora. I ence my people to pursue their passions, allowing us all to profit.”

  “And you would take a pertage off the top?”

  “Of course! That’s how things get done in the Coalition.”

  “What’s your cut?”

  “Thirty pert.” Vydon smiled around a mouthful of meat, “I’m exceedingly generous. Ask a this table.”

  Syrakk, the Hol’s majordomo, came up on Vydon’s left side, whispering in his ear. Vydon nodded vigorously and then took a trol wand from the majordomo. As the servant scurried off, Vydon lifted a wine gss and tapped it loudly with a fork.

  “Esteemed guests, loyal servants, profitable partners,” Vydon said as the crowd hushed. “Our true guest of honor has pleted her impnting process and is now ready to join us. Thanks to the bravery, the prowess, and the huge fug balls of this hunter, I present to you the Fallen Fury, Dame Indy-Ra.”

  The guests stood and appuded. Unsure what to do Kaster also stood but nervously nodded his head to the appuse.

  The doors behind the Hol opened and Syrakk escorted Indy-Ra into the dining hall. She was marched to the left of Vydon, who ed his great bulk around to get a better look at his prize. She was naked, except fh heels and a gag. Her nipples now had the same small hoops the other sves had, as well as her ears, and pussy. Around her neck, wrists, and ankles were simple silver metal hoops. She stared straight ahead looking impassive as the eyes in the room devoured every curve.

  “Well,” Vydo on, “What’s a oy without pying with it a little?”

  The crowd ughed and sat in their seats. Kaster did the same without the ughter.

  Vydon held up the troller, “How high should we jack this up?”

  “All the way!” several of the guests shouted.

  “If you insist,” Vydon said as he worked the troller with a thumb.

  Indy-Ra’s eyes widened, and she staggered, her hands immediately rushing to her crotch. The majordomo holding her by an elbow kept her from falling then tried to guide her hands back to her side. She gave a panicked look to Kaster but realized there’d be no sympathy there.

  “I think she likes it,” Vydon annouo the roar of the crowd. She tiruggling to remain standing, c herself with her hands.

  “I wanna see her dripping,” A woman from the far end of the table called out.

  “So do I,” Vydon replied, “Syrakk, get her hands behind her.”

  The majordomo pulled Indy-Ra’s hands behind her back. Vydon flicked the troller, and the metal hoops at her wrists sogether with a loud click. Syrakk then grabbed her by the back of the colr and forced the for all to see. Indy-Ra squeezed her thighs together, but they were shaking untrolbly.

  “Should we let her have one as a taste?” Vydon asked the guests.

  Many yelled out their assent. The same woman who’d yelled earlier cried out, “Fuo, zap that t.”

  “So sorry dear Ashya, the men folk want to see her cum. And I do love to please.” Vydon said. He thumbed the troller.

  Indy-Ra bucked in Syrakk’s grip ao her knees. Her hips torted lewdly as she tried to pleasure herself against the air. The crowd cheered and gsses were tapped against each other. Kaster watched it all without betraying aions, he was a mere observer.

  When Indy-Ra’s stro spasms had passed Syrakk forced her back up on shaky legs.

  “Syrakk, let's have her walk the table. My guests only get the best, and I doubt any have ever felt a snatch full of Fury cum. Go ahead, cop a feel, you glorious bastards. Tell everyone what it's like to stick your hand in dripping Fury t.”

  The majordomo shoved Indy-Ra forward marg her slowly dowable length. She went past the empty chair across from Kaster, but was groped at every chair after that. None of the guests spared any humiliation of the Fury. Their fingers burrowed deep into her, smeared her juices across her body and face, spit on her, arated each hole, except for her gagged mouth. It took nearly twenty minutes for the Fury to be marched around the table as she was tormented by all.

  Finally, she arrived at Kaster’s chair. She was lost, eyes winced shut, as the impnts inside her, fused to nipple and clit worked in a frenzy keeping her more aroused than she’d ever experienced in her life. The revenge he’d wanted felt different somehow seeiormented so ruthlessly. He roud that his skills had bested her, but this treatment was something he never imagined.

  Knowing the Hol’s eyes were on him, Kaster reached up betweehighs, gripping her outer lips. He could feel the impnt on her clitoral shaft buzzing in his palm as he slipped two fingers deep inside her with no effort. Her own juices were freely flowing dowhighs. She shuddered as he peed her and moved her hips forward hungrily in hope of getting anasm. Kaster slip his fingers free and wiped her essence across an ass cheek.

  Vydon did not py with his oy. He directed Syrakk to pce her in the empty seat across from Kaster. Whe, the loop at her neapped bato the chair, log her in pce. Indy-Ra closed her eyes as the impnts tortured her deliciously.

  Kaster picked at his food uhusiastically as he watched the Fury struggle as she was denied asm after asm. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she grouhighs into the chair in a vain hope of release.