6. Traven
Kylie sat in the quiet study of Stunel's castle. Like the library of any noble house, the space crammed with books on all sides was filled with elegant, refined furnishings. A steaming cup of tea was placed on the antique table.
“How's the tea? To your taste?” Anika asked, posture impeccably polite.
Kylie stared silently at the teacup. In no mood for tea and small talk, she shook her head at once.
“Straight to business. I'm looking for merchandise.”
“What kind of merchandise, might I ask?” Anika eyed the red-masked Kylie with keen interest. Of course, she knew exactly who she was, but every guest in Stunel craved at least the pretense of anonymity.
Kylie hesitated, glancing back at Meredis standing behind the sofa. Meredis gave a subtle nod—go ahead—and Kylie let out a short sigh before speaking.
“...Merchandise with no aversion to being bound, restrained, and whipped.”
As she said it, shame burned across her face, forcing her gaze downward.
“Hmm...” The corner of Anika's red lips curved upward in intrigue. Without so much as a blink, her eyes gleamed as she asked, “First, one thing I must inquire: the gender of the user. Male or female?”
Kylie bit the edge of her lip. Then, slowly, she replied.
“......Male.”
Anika glanced up at her, nodding slowly in understanding. She shrugged her shoulders and lifted her teacup for a sip.
“In that case, not difficult at all. We have girls prepared for customers with such sadistic tastes.”
Such tastes? Kylie could hardly believe her ears.
Anika offered a reassuring smile. “Stunel is a castle for atoning all worldly desires, after all. If you're seeking masochistic merchandise, the girls in the Chamber of Submission would be perfect.”
“Chamber of Submission?”
At Kylie's question, Anika nodded. The young master of Stunel castle had instructed her to give this guest special care, so she intended to accommodate every request with utmost courtesy.
“The desires of Stunel's guests are endlessly varied. All classes pass through our doors. What you've described falls on the harder side: light rope bondage or caning and whipping for sadistic pleasure, escalating to watching excretions like scat or urine, cutting body parts, strangling, dripping hot wax or other things for ecstasy. The Chamber of Submission exists to satisfy those with such tastes. It allows the release of long-suppressed urges. Of course, any act that seriously damages the merchandise's value is strictly forbidden.”
Kylie furrowed her brow. “So those girls... they're truly fine with it?”
“Well, the indisputable fact is that they chose to belong to the Chamber of Submission. Stunel never forces acts against one's will.”
Anika set down her teacup and fixed her gaze on Kylie. “Shall we visit the Chamber? A few may be occupied with other guests, but some should be available. They're in the training annex, not the main building.”
Kylie nodded.
Moments later, following Anika's lead, they arrived at a detached annex separated from Stunel's main castle. The small stone building called the training hall exuded a grim aura, its heavy wooden door guarded by private soldiers. At Anika's glance, the guards swung the door open, and Kylie and Meredis stepped inside.
“This way—the end of the corridor.”
As they passed down the hall under Anika's guidance, the first rooms resembled an underground dungeon. Five or six cells with iron-bar doors lined the way, each alive with depraved acts. One held two men tangled with six women; another, a man moaning with his face buried in a fat woman's breasts. Men were being trampled mercilessly by slender beauties in high heels.
Farther in, closed doors appeared, each with a small peephole for viewing the scenes within. Kylie stole a glance into one: a woman with exposed breasts sat in a chair, legs spread wide, masturbating while a man watched.
The next room featured six women performing a striptease.
Anika stopped before a large, ordinary door—no ornate decorations, just plain wood. She opened it to reveal a black-hooded woman in tight black leather lingerie that hugged her curves, whip in hand. Before her stood five naked women wearing thick leather collars like those for hunting dogs.
The room's layout mirrored Count Traven's pleasure chamber, the black room: X-shaped shackles on the walls, chains dangling from the ceiling. In one corner sat several ambiguous contraptions—neither beds nor chairs exactly—with a shelf of tools before them. Atop the shelf hung long leather straps ending in rings.
The black-hooded woman bowed politely to Anika as she entered. “Madam.” Her eyes slyly scanned Kylie lingering behind.
Kylie watched them all with a tense expression.
“Show the merchandise to this guest. They have purchase intent.” Anika stood tall, imperious.
The hooded woman's gaze shifted to Kylie, appraising her thoroughly.
Anika added from the side, “Every girl here is perfectly obedient. And just as you desired, they derive pleasure from masochism. Now, show the guest.”
At Anika's words, the hooded woman cracked her whip without hesitation. Whoosh—it sliced the air, crack—wrapping around the naked women's bodies before snapping away. Repeated lashes left long, thin red welts.
“Ahh!”
“Ah... ahh...”
The women stood, issuing lewd moans as they gazed at the hooded woman.
Kylie frowned. Women who could match her father's tastes without magical restraints? The world was full of unfathomable things.
“If the moans bother you, we can gag them.” The hooded woman spoke as she lashed again. The whip snaked like a serpent, smacking their perky breasts, flat bellies, and protruding asses with sharp thwacks. They flinched at each strike, then shivered in delight once it withdrew.
“Shall I continue?”
The hooded woman asked, and Anika glanced at Kylie, who shook her head.
From a spectator's view, whipping naked women grew monotonous. No matter how unique, beautiful, or lascivious their reactions, to Kylie it all looked like torture instruments. This was enough.
Kylie turned to Anika. “I just pick one of these?”
Anika smiled. “Precisely, my lord. All match your tastes perfectly. However...”
“However...?”
As Kylie prompted, Anika leaned in with a conspiratorial tone. “As Stunel's madam with years of experience, my intuition tells me the user isn't solely male.”
Her red lips curved as she beckoned one of the naked women. Two stepped forward from the five, bowing their heads.
“These two are skilled not only in your specified tastes but also in pleasing women. They received special training for that before entering the Chamber. Now, lift your heads.”
At Anika's command, the women raised their faces. True to Stunel merchandise, their bodies were enticing enough to stir any passing man's lust, though their faces were plain—almost bland.
“This one is called El, the other Lu. El, Lu—greet your master.”
El and Lu bowed deeply.
Kylie regarded them with complicated emotions. She couldn't fathom why Stunel's madam recommended these two specifically, but since she herself would participate in the acts to follow, the woman's instincts weren't off.
“Which one...”
Kylie trailed off, eyeing El and Lu. Masking their faces in her mind, she noted their similar builds and figures.
“Before choosing, on price: these are cheaper than Lily Hall's pure virgins.”
“Then...?”
Kylie stared at Anika, who nodded.
“Yes. Unlike Lily Hall merchandise, these aren't virgins. Are you seeking only untouched ones? Masochistic tendencies usually emerge through sexual experience—rare in true virgins.”
Thinking it over, virginity didn't matter. It wasn't what counted for the count.
Kylie shook her head. “Virginity is irrelevant.”
“Splendid. Ladies obsess over Paralroma's new items just as Stunel's guests fixate on that little pink flap hiding the hymen—proof of 'new.' That's why auction virgins fetch such prices. These are 'used' by comparison, so relatively affordable. Though by general standards, still quite expensive.”
Anika fell silent there. With the young master's orders to prioritize this guest, why not offer full service? She cast a subtle, sultry glance at Kylie.
“So, you could test both briefly and choose what pleases you. Care to try now? Each feels different.”
At Anika's brazen question, Kylie flushed but quickly composed herself. Logically, she was right. And Kylie had no reason to refuse pleasure from a woman. Only the watching eyes mattered.
Kylie hesitated, glancing at Meredis behind her. Meredis averted her gaze and bowed her head. “...I'll withdraw.”
Anika nodded at Meredis's words. “Clear the room.” At her gesture, the hooded woman and remaining girls filed out, Meredis following. The door shut, leaving Anika, Kylie, and the two nudes.
“There's a simple way to test. Just relax and stay still.”
At Anika's signal, the naked pair approached, parting Kylie's robe and swiftly removing her pants. Once ready, Anika commanded, “Lu, you first.”
Lu dropped to her knees, pressing her face between Kylie's thighs. Her lips parted the bush to reach the sensitive flesh. Hot breath came first, then a moist tongue laving below.
“Ah...”
Kylie gasped, head tilting back. Lu's lips worked busily amid the thicket, licking and sucking the lewdly swollen clit before wrapping around it. She sucked hard with her lips, then lashed it fiercely, savoring.
Each pull on the sensitive flesh felt like fire scorching her skin.
“Nngh...”
As Kylie twisted her hips, Anika smirked and ordered, “Lu, step back. El, begin.”
El's tongue met the spot Lu had just ravaged. Hers was more delicate, caressing every petal intimately. Childish pleasure bloomed from below. It traced the wrinkled inner curves softly before licking upward into the depths.
That soothing sensation spread heat through her body, the core growing slick.
“Ah...”
El soon drew the wet flesh lightly into her mouth, lapping at the nub like a cat with cream. She teased the taut, aroused flesh, rolling it gently.
Under such devoted tonguing, Kylie unwittingly closed her eyes. Tension melted into languid warmth. El cradled the feverish folds softly, tickling as she sucked, nudging inner walls stealthily before enveloping the central bud fully and drawing it in.
“Ah, ah, hng...”
Moans spilled unbidden from Kylie's lips.
“Enough.”
At Anika's command, the hot tickle withdrew. Kylie opened her eyes with regret.
Anika smiled from the side. “Decided already? El, then?”
Her words pierced Kylie's thoughts like mind-reading. Kylie nodded.
Once redressed, Anika picked up a leather strap from the shelf and handed it to her.
“......?”
Under Kylie's puzzled gaze, Anika hooked the ring at the strap's other end to El's collar.
Click—metal locked into place.
“Now, shall we proceed with ownership transfer?”
Anika's red lips curved seductively.
Late that night, inside the Traven count family carriage exiting Eliyum through the city gates, Kylie gazed out the window. The west continent's grandest city—infamous for its Castle of Atonement, a haven of depravity and indulgence—receded into the distance.
“Deposit the remaining gold back into the Exangciras bank account?”
Today's purchase: 4,000 gold. Far less than the 10,000 she'd anticipated, no doubt because it wasn't Lily Hall stock.
As Kylie glanced at Meredis across from her, the housekeeper shot a sidelong look at El, shrouded head to toe in a gray robe. El had been silent since the collar went on.
“No, miss.” Meredis's brow furrowed slightly before she continued. “Keep the check as-is for now. The remaining gold has a specific use I've planned since the hunt tournament.”
Kylie gave a light nod of her chin. Meredis had always made the right, wise choices.
Thanks for reading. Same act, different sensations. Avi or something.. Had a dream to write Stunel, but toned down the hardness fearing it might unsettle you ;;;; Pervert territory ends here. Kylie arc over. Shifting to Baron Belpharos household next.