NOVEL WEB Friends and Torture
When I left the room, I found another slave waiting for me with a beaming smile and shining green eyes.
"Hi! My name's Penelope, but you can just call me Penny. You're Cali, right?"
I was caught off guard by the rapid pace at which she spoke, so all I could do was nod. How was it fair that she could speak but I couldn't? Being a 'hero' was seeming less like a blessing every passing minute.
I barely even realized that she had started talking again. "Mistress sent me to come get you! Follow me!"
She barely even waited before spinning around and setting off on a jaunty walk, her orange hair flowing behind her.
She continued talking in that same energetic voice all the way to Mistress's room, but I was too focused on the sway of her ass to pay attention. It showed way too well in the skimpy maid outfit she was wearing. It went really well with her collar. Something my lower body definitely took notice of.
Her outfit reminded me of the grim reality that she was a sex slave, just like me. I had almost forgotten because of how upbeat she was. How she managed I would never know. The only difference was that I was a sex slave in my very being and, if what Albus had said was true, that would probably never change.
"Oh this has been so wonderful. I hope we'll be friends!" Penny exclaimed once we had reached the doors. I could only offer a half-hearted nod in reply. Penny squealed and hugged me tightly.
"Oh yay, yay, yay!!! So many of the other slaves try to avoid me. They say I'm too happy for some reason. How can someone be too happy? I'm so glad you're different." I felt a pang in my heart for hear. Sure, she would probably be a bit unbearable to be around sometimes, but I couldn't just turn her down. Especially with how cute she was.
After a good couple of seconds Penny broke the hug and left. I wouldn't break the hug out of fear of being seen as rude. Yeah, definitely just that. It had nothing to do with the way her breasts were squeezed just below my chin.
I hesitantly knocked on the door and received a breathless, "Come in!"
Obediently, I slowly entered with my head bowed, but I couldn't help my eyes from flicking up and taking in the room around me. It was almost like a throne room, with statues of naked women/futas in various lewd poses along the walls. A long dining table sat in the middle with enough room for nine people. The tenth chair was a psuedo throne.
Mistress sat on the throne, wearing the same dress as before, holding another girl between her legs by the hair. I stood in the entryway awkwardly while Mistress moaned and humped against the girls face until, with one long moan, a continuous burst of cum covered the slave's head.
Done with her current toy, Mistress dragged the girl face out and threw her onto the floor. She released a cry of pain when she went down, and I could see that her eyes were swimming with tears,
"Ah, Cali! How was the lesson? Not to difficult to wrap your simple little mind around, huh?" I meekly nodded, to which Mistress used another one of those smug smirks that was both so annoying and so arousing.
She walked over to me, stepping on the other girl as she did so, and grabbed my face with her claws. "That's what I like to hear. I would hate to think that I wasted money on something as simple a slave. Acisa, OUT!" The sudden shift in tone startled me. I instinctively jerked my head back, but Mistress claws dug into my skin and kept me in place.
The girl on the floor scrambled to her feet and nodded frantically before limping out the door. Based on the sexual fluids on Mistress's tail, it wasn't hard to figure out why.
"Now, I'm sure that Albus has already told you I have something planned for you, the little snitch that he is, but I dearly hope he hasn't shared what it is. That would ruin the surprise!"
Somehow, I doubted that I would like the surprise.
I was again startled by Mistress's tailing coiling around a loop at the front of my collar. As she started walking, I had no choice but to follow along. At least her using her tail caused her dress to ride up, which provided a fabulous view. Of course, I couldn't get lost in it this time, as I didn't want to miss a single word of what Mistress said.
"Now, I understand that we can't be super picky when summoning heroes. We can make a few basic criteria, but the system ultimately makes the decision on who to bring over. As such, I have decided that I want to make a few... modifications to your current body. Nothing too drastic, just to make it more suitable." The for me part went unsaid.
She brought me into a room that reminded me of a medical room back home, but with only medieval-ish equipment. Mistress dragged me over to some sort of steel torture machine and stripped of my sweater and bandages. I had broken into a cold sweat, causing the sweater to become a little difficult to remove. I'm not even gonna talk about the sticky and wet bandages covering my breasts.
"I won't sugarcoat it, this part will hurt. A lot. Fortunately for you, this will likely be the worst of it." I only whimpered in response. Mistress guided me into the frame, locking my hands and ankles in restraints, putting me in an X pose.
"I may enjoy hearing my slaves' screams during sex, but even I can't bear to hear the constant wailing that comes with this sort of procedure," Mistress said coldly when she stuffed some spare panties in my mouth. They tasted of sex and urine. Where did she even get them from?
My mind's wandering was put to a halt when Mistress pulled out the knife. It glowed blue with some sort of magic, I could feel it from over here. The time it took her to walk back to me likely took only a few seconds, but it felt like eternity. Oh God, what was she going to do? I could only watch in horror as she made the first cut.