The Countess Learns to Heel
While the retainers of House Coulon busied themselves with the aftermath, I had work of my own: breaking in Rienner Coulon. Arme couldn't keep playing her double forever. I needed to make Rienner mine, and I needed to do it fast.
"Where… is this?"
Rienner came around with a low groan. The room she found herself in was a training chamber I had purpose-built in my mansion.
It was a dim, prison-like space. Fairly large, in truth, but so packed with training equipment that it hardly felt spacious. The walls had been papered over in black, giving the place the look of a torture dungeon — which, in fairness, it could also serve as.
"Looks like you're awake."
"Nngh… I can't move. Nngh! What have you done to me?"
"Look down at yourself."
"!?"
Rienner's arms and legs had been forced into a fold and bound tight. I'd bent each limb and slipped it into a latex cover — merchandise from a BDSM shop. In her present state, she looked like a stubby little dachshund.
"Nngh! Untie me this instant!"
I drew out a riding crop whose tip split into several tails. It wasn't meant for horses, of course; it had been made for people. I'd bought it as a set with a pair of fur-lined cuffs.
"You insolent cur! The knights of the Reiss Knights will not stand for this!"
"Those men are very busy at the moment. Occupied with the matter of Count Coulomb's death, as it happens. Heh. And who do we have to thank for all of that? Besides — even if those incompetent whelps did get angry, what exactly could they do?"
Rienner bit down on her lip. For the crime of presuming to speak like a human, I brought the crop down across her ass.
The leather cracked.
"Kyaaah!"
Rienner screamed. If I hit her at full strength, her skin would peel like the skin off a perfectly poached chicken. I held back as much as I could. Even so, it seemed to hurt — she was a mage, after all.
"I'll beat you until that ass looks like a monkey's!"
I showed her no mercy, laying punishment across her bare buttocks. She twisted and writhed, trying to dodge the crop, but with nothing but her knees and elbows to plant against the floor, her movements were far too clumsy to escape. If anything, the way she wagged that ass at me looked like an invitation.
"The bitch is already in heat!"
After about twenty strokes, her buttocks had flushed as red as an apple. Tears poured down her face as she broke into open sobbing.
"Waaaaaah! Why…! Why do I have to…! Why do I have to suffer this…!"
"Follow your lessons well and you'll graduate from being a bitch soon enough. Fail, and you'll live on all fours for the rest of your life. Remember that."
So saying, I shoved a vibrator into her pussy. Rienner, who had been wailing, let out a cute little hiccup of a scream.
"Drop that vibrator and the punishment gets worse. I'll be back in an hour."
Needless to say, Rienner didn't last ten minutes. My torture chamber was fitted with a Watching Eye, so I could observe her at all times. The instant she let the vibrator fall, I walked back in.
"My words don't count as words to you, is that it?"
"Hhk! That's not—! There's no way I can keep this thing buzzing inside me for a whole hour!"
She tried to argue. That was a mistake.
"You're a bitch! Bitches don't get to use human language!"
I gagged her with a ball gag, then caught both of her inner lips and spread them wide. Rienner thrashed and fought, but my strength overpowered her without effort.
"No wonder the hole's so weak, with flimsy little pussy-flaps like these."
I tugged at her cunt as I dressed her down. Rienner was a woman with a formidable ego. I would have to shred that pride to ribbons before I could make her mine with any ease. Of course, I could have skipped the entire process and simply fucked her until she became a slave — but that would have been far too boring.
And she did try to kill me. I can hardly give her nothing but rewards.
I fetched a small clamp. Not an ordinary clamp — a light weight dangled from one end. I hung it from her left inner lip. A pussy that sagged on only one side would look lopsided, so I fastened a clamp of equal weight to the other side as well.
"Every time you step out of line, I'll hang another weight from this cunt. Keep it up and those lips might stretch out like wings — you might even take off and fly. Puhahaha!"
And I wasn't finished. I picked up a syringe. Not an ordinary syringe — an enema syringe with a thick, wide nozzle, filled to the brim with enema fluid.
Rienner's asshole was still a virgin. Fitting, for the anus of a highborn lady.
I injected the fluid into her. Roughly two hundred milliliters in total. Not a great deal, but more than enough to overwhelm a beginner.
Last of all, I plugged her anus with an anal plug that had a puppy's tail attached. Though — and this was a question I'd had before — was it a dog's tail with an anal plug on it, or an anal plug with a dog's tail on it?
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"
Unable to speak through the ball gag, Rienner thrashed with her whole body, howling in misery. There wasn't a shred of a countess's dignity left in her. This was only the beginning, and already I could see the makings of an excellent bitch.
Finally, I fastened a collar around her throat. Not just any collar — a pet collar. I'd bought it at a BDSM shop, so calling it a lover's collar would have been more accurate.
"I'll be back in an hour. If you happen to push that enema out, I'll seal that asshole with an anal plug twice the size."
With that, I left the torture chamber — or rather, the training room. Rienner's sloppy little ass didn't even last five minutes.
"Paw."
"Woof!"
Rienner strained her shoulder and held a hand out to me. A hand, strictly speaking, was not what she had — it was an elbow.
Her arms were folded and bound into a pair of training boots. A woman who ought to have walked with her limbs stretched straight now struggled along on all fours, moving on folded arms and legs.
"Hmm. Did we do our business properly?"
I checked the litter box. The sand was still damp; she hadn't gone long ago.
The first time I'd made her piss in a box of sand, her revulsion had been intense — but taking the crop to her until she learned had been worth it. That was the moment her spirit had truly broken.
"Pussy."
"Bark! Bark!"
Rienner dropped flat to the floor, belly up, gazing at the ceiling. It was the way a dog fawns on its master. Among beasts, showing the belly is a famous sign of submission.
She spread her groin wide toward me. For an ordinary woman, it was a posture shameful enough to make her want to die. Rienner had been the same, at first. But now…
"Good girl. That's my clever little bitch."
I took her as she lay there with her pussy spread open. She had already been soaked before she'd even struck the pose. My cock slid into her cunt as if it were coming home.
"Master. Gotta hand it to you. You turned that woman into this in just a week."
"That's all thanks to my cock. Use the stick and the carrot right, and turning a woman into a bitch is nothing."
"Well, with Master's cock, yeah. No woman stays standing after taking that thing once. I thought this one might hold out a little longer, though."
"Rienner still lasted three days. Unlike a certain someone who crumbled on the first go."
"Ahem!"
Arme flushed and dropped her gaze, the memory of her former self apparently rising unbidden. It wasn't embarrassment so much as heat — she was remembering the first time I'd taken her. I slipped a finger against her pussy and found it already slick.
"Bark! Bark! Bark!"
Rienner came with a look of pure bliss on her face.
I pulled my cock free of her cunt and stood. Then I walked over to Rienner's dining table in the corner of the training room. Her table was a plastic dog bowl, another purchase from a BDSM shop in the real world. It was no different from an ordinary dog dish.
I spilled my semen into it. This was her meal. Rienner had been living on nothing but my cum and my piss. Her health was perfectly fine. My secretions were packed with nutrients — all thanks to the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique.
All bodily fluids become sweet and delicious. Fluids are also packed with high nutritional value and caloric density.
"Hah! Hah! Hah!"
Rienner pressed her face into the bowl with obvious delight and ate. Arme stood with her arms folded, watching.
"Still. What if her mind goes too far? If you actually want to use her, she's going to need her head intact."
"Then that's that. She lives as a bitch for the rest of her life."
"Master. This is not the time to be that casual about it. The stand-in act is hitting its limit. On top of that, House Wald is coming in person this week."
"Later than I expected, considering the head of their house was taken down."
"There's a reason, apparently. Sounds like that family's been tearing itself apart on the inside. And the lady of the house and the young miss are both missing, so."
"Fine. I'll wrap up her training by tomorrow."
In truth, I had already given Rienner a Defeat Orgasm several times over. I had simply been enjoying myself a little longer. She had been defeated in exactly five days.
I really don't think I can lose to any woman.
I glanced down at my cock as I thought it. No treasured sword in the world was as trustworthy as this blade of flesh.
Viodelant Wald.
The second younger brother of Count Valte stood before the lord's castle with a grim set to his face. At his left was Pasilius, knight commander of the Ostorlang Knights. A giant of a knight standing well over six-foot-three, Pasilius wore a greatsword roughly the width of his own torso strapped across his back.
"Sir Pasilius. What is your view of this incident?"
Viodelant asked his escort knight's opinion as he gazed up at the castle's high spires. Pasilius was a man of few words; unless a superior invited him to speak, he did not speak at all. And when he did, his words carried as much weight as his silence.
"I am personally acquainted with the mercenary guild investigator assigned to this case. He stated that the matter is unambiguous."
"Is there a possibility he was put up to it by House Coulon?"
"I cannot rule it out entirely. However… after reviewing the incident report he showed me, I too found the conclusion unambiguous."
"To that degree?"
"Anyone who has held a sword as long as I have would reach the same opinion."
Viodelant let out a thin sigh.
His brother had been a dangerous man. A cold-blooded creature who would dispose of his own blood without a flicker of hesitation if it served his ends. That was why Viodelant had never once dreamed of inheriting the house; he had lived as if he were already dead. And yet that same brother had gone and done something this absurd.
No… if anything, this is exactly the sort of affair that suits him.