A Queen Or A Slave

Kahlan rocked around as she had been forced to orgasm for the umpteenth time, Darken Rahl had left her with a posse of six Mord-Sith. She had been dressed in a blue bustier and corset on top of a legless white leather bodysuit. They had moved the bottom strip to the side as they penetrated her both rectally and vaginally with agiels attached to harnesses around their waists and hips. The Mother Confessor was suspended to the ceiling by both hands and chained to the floor by her ankles. She was currently in between two Mord-Sith, Triana and Garren, The former was in front of their prey gripping her breasts as she thrusted into Kahlan and the latter was penetrating her anally using her forearm and bicep to keep her in a chokehold, letting the Confessor breath only when her face began to turn blue. Occasionally they two would spank Kahlan with their free hands to keep her awake.

“Go on, your Majesty,” laughed Triana. “Scream, fight, it’s all fruitless.”

The other Mord-Sith had already taken their turns and chimed in with their agiels and other “toys”. Two were currently licking her face along with Triana, another two were running their agiels along her ribs, Garren had released Kahlan’s throat and began sucking on her neck. They all yelled in ecstasy after ten minutes, Triana and Garren sent the other four away, pulling out of Kahlan’s orifices, collecting her fluids in a bucket. They removed her bindings, carrying her limp body to a stockade, placing her in the contraption.

Triana removed her agile from her harness, giving it to Garren who added it to her’s. The former removed her leathers, once completely bare, she stood in front of Kahlan, turned around, spread her cheeks, and shoved her rear into their toy’s face.

Garren lined up with Kahlan’s holes and rammed into them simultaneously. The Mother Confessor shrieked into Triana’s rectum, shaking violently in a vain attempt to free herself. Garren treated Kahlan with a frenzy of smacks to her hindquarters.

“Such a good pet,” mocked Garren.

Both shouted in pleasure again as they orgasmed, their screams in sync with Kahlan’s. They captured Kahan’s fluids in another bucket, once again.

The two switched places and repeated their process, until Kahlan passed out from extreme exhaustion.

They released her and forced onto a bed, they wrapped a rope around her breasts and neck, then tied her forearms together.

Triana retrieved a bucket from the nightstand and Garren ran her hands along their pet’s breasts. The former placed it under Kahlan’s breasts and Garren began milking her, forcing her to lactate into the bucket. While she wasn’t pregnant, Kahlan had begun producing milk, a happy side effect of being treated with agiels so regularly. Once they emptied her mammaries, they let the Confessor flop onto the bed.

Two hours later, Kahlan woke up, and as soon as she did Garren and Triana forced her to eat and drink. Lord Rahl had gone on a trip to visit his allies, a powerful witch had been captured and he wanted to add her to his collection. He opted not to bring Kahlan because he didn’t want to hear her protests at such treatment of another woman

Meaning that the three of them had a couple of days alone together.