The Degradation of The Mother Confessor

The Degradation of The Mother Confessor

The Mother Confessor Kahlan Amnell looked down at her people from her balcony and saw a look that she never thought she would see disgust. She had seen their faces go from shock to anger to disgust as she willingly placed the rada han around her neck. However, she no longer worried what her people thought of her. All that matter was the woman standing beside her, Nicci her mistress.

“Look at how my little pet does as her mistress commands. She is no longer your mother confessor. She is now my whore. Whore, I want you to show your devotion to me. Take off your dress” Kahlan’s face turned red at the thought. She turned to her mistress. “Don’t look at me. Look at them. You are wearing the dress of a confessor. You aren’t a confessor any more. You’re a whore, my whore.”

The words sent a shiver down her spine and the throbbing between her legs only intensified. She bowed her head in submission and removed her dress. Her mistress had forbidden underwear so the once proud Mother Confessor stood in front of the people she used to rule completely naked. Behind her Nicci began to the pinch and squeeze her breasts. Soon one hand began to move down towards her dripping need. Her other hand went to Kahlan’s lips. Three fingers were presented to her.

“Suck.” Kahlan did as she was told. She made a show of sucking on the fingers. A moan escaped her lips as four fingers entered her. The thrusts were hard and fast. There was nothing gentle in her mistresses fucking but Kahlan didn’t care. She was a whore. She closed her eyes enjoying the feelings her mistress was bringing out in her. The three fingers were removed from her mouth. “Don’t close your eyes. Bend over the railing.”

“Yes mistress.” Kahlan did as she was told. She was moaning in whimpering. She knew what was coming and it only made her wetter.

“Oh look at how my whore does what she is told. However, a whore like her needs more. Don’t you?”

“Yes mistress. Please give me more!”

“I will. Yes, you need more. Whores don’t just like it one hole they need it both holes. Only a real whore likes it like that. You love it don’t you?” Her mistress plunged the three coated fingers in her other hole making Kahlan scream out in ecstasy.

“I love being filled in both my wholes! I need it! Please mistress fuck both my holes hard!” Her mistress did just that. Kahlan couldn’t believe how full she felt. She was pushing herself back to get the fingers as deep as possible.

“That’s right. Look at her go. Look at your people and tell them what you are.”

Kahlan looked at the people each one looking even more disgusted. “I’m a whore! I’m a filthy whore who loves being fucked in both holes. I’m a whore! I’m a whore!”

“Who do you belong to?”

“I’m your whore. I belong to Mistress Nicci! I’m Mistress Nicci’s whore! I’m her pathetic filthy whore!”

Kahlan!

“Mistress!”

Kahlan!

“Mistress! I’m going to…”

“Kahlan! Wake up!”

“Huh?” Kahlan was being shaken. Finally she opened her eyes to find Richard shaking her and Zedd hovering above her. They were both so concerned. She had the dream again. Since the Stone of Tears, she had this dream every night. After a few excuses, Kahlan managed to convince them it was just a bad dream without telling them what it was about. They were now back asleep. She was about to go to sleep when she finally caught a glance of Cara. She was looking at her with a feral hungry look. Kahlan’s wet pussy clenched at the look. Her mistress was gone but maybe she could find another one.