Artemi and the Scarlet Cloak

Red was clawing at her throat, her face as red as her hair. She looked like she had leaped forward, but the collar had stayed rooted in the air, as if hanging from an invisible chain, yanking her back. Artemi stepped towards her.

"Immovable collar," said Artemi, "with some other alterations." "The governess's gold. She gasped. I'll split it with you."

"You spent the gold, Red. You have lavish tastes. That's why you found company with this surly crowd of dead men. They were the last best con you had. And I bet they appreciated how you lured men to their doom, playing the scared little girl lost in the big dark forest, showing your appreciation to your rescuers by guiding them back to your secluded little cabin, never knowing the death that awaited them inside." "Please." The girl whimpered, all so convincing of waifish innocence.

"I'm taking you back to the city. You will be pilloried for a few days, then marked and sold as a slave. Not quite the life of a courtesan, but you get to live."

Red paused. An imperceptible shift of her weight and she suddenly transformed from a young virginal maiden blossoming into her sexuality to a cold, sneering austere figure. Her face aged and hardened. Artemi sneered. "With Malaveve in charge, please. It will never happen. She's outlawed all the sins of the flesh. I couldn't be a rich lord's whore anymore. The concubine system had been abolished. Except for a few ladies in Queen Malaveve's favor, there was nowhere for a girl of my skill set to go. You send me back, she'll have the clerics cauterize my brain until I am a nothing but a drooling vegetable. No more whoring for me. Not as a courtesan or a slave."

"I sold my body to the highest bidder, but I was no slave. Lord sold their estates for a night with me. Now, that whore queen takes it all away in the name of her goddess. Purify my brain. I'm just not built like that." Red shuddered.

Artemi reached forward with one hand and caressed Red's supple breasts while her other hand caressed her collarbone.

"You had quite a reputation wherever I followed you," Artemi said. She touched a button on Red's collar. "This collar is a special order from one of the prestige Wizarding corps. Elite gear. One of the runes is a psychic alchemical filter. It reads all your thoughts, plucking out certain ones as they wiz by, and replacing them with its own while letting the others free reign. Lies. trickery. Aggression. Every thought of these is plucked from your pretty head. And replaced, by now with what you can guess. I have it on the lowest setting. Enough where if you try to harm me if it will slow you down, but if you resist, I can always up the power and turn you into my little bitch. I can bring you into Dimtown crawling behind me like a good puppy with your wet, little mouth panting and your ass shaking. Your choice."

Red's brow was flustered. She bit her lip. Her hands reached between her legs, before Artemi slapped them away, and replaced them with her own. Her fingers found Red's clit and stroked it, and Red moaned. Fury was behind her eyes, as she stared into Artemi's.

"Fine," she groaned, "I'll be yours. You're just a fucking tracker but you can have Gyrium's greatest courtesan as your private whore. I'll be your slut, your little plaything. Just fuck me, you scar-faced tramp."

Artemi grabbed her by the collar and pulled her to her. She pressed her lips against Red's in a searing kiss.

Red's hands were already busily disrobing the ranger. Her hands didn't even hesitate, when they passed by Artemi's daggers, grasped Artemi's sword belt, unbuckled it, and dropped it to the floor.

She disrobed the tracker with expertise, lowering her head to kiss and suckle at her arrow-point nipples on her small tits. Suddenly, she was yanked back.

"You did try to kill me," Artemi growled.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I've been such a bad girl," Red Purred. A wicked smile on her lips revealed her insincerity.

Artemi slapped her. A trickle of blood dripped from Red's lips and she licked them clean.

"What," she said, "My defiance doesn't please you... I was a trained actress in Gyr. I can be anyone you want me to be. I can be that scared little waif in the forest begging you not to hurt me."

Red's mature smoldering expression morphed to that of a scared youth.

"Please, Mistress, I know I have been a bad girl, but please be gentle with me. Teach me how to please you."

Artemi bent the diminutive girl over the cot and spanked her until each pale cheek was blushing scarlet. Then she grabbed the timid creature by her dark auburn curls, coaxing from her a whimper, and yanked her backward until her back arched and she was staring up with mascara-stained eyes.

"Enough dragon tears, slut. We all know what you really are." Artemi said before giving her a final possessive spank on her shivering ass.

The girl gave a half-hearted sob and nodded her head submissively.

Still roughly gripping her hair like reins, Artemi straddled the girl's face.

From between her legs, the girl looked up waiting for permission. The iron collar around her neck glowed; the runes brightly displayed against the cold metal.

Artemi nodded her head, and the shy girl bent forward and buried herself in her work.

Despite her innocent appearance, her expertise spoke to years of experience at pleasuring women. A rictus on Artemi's face and a faint trembling of her thighs were the only signs of the effect the girl's efforts were having on her. The girl seemed challenged by the lack of display her lapping had caused and redoubled her efforts. Artemi gripped her hair more tightly, closed her eyes, and grit her teeth.

For a long time, Artemi rode Red's face, possessively rubbing her cunt up and down Red's tongue. Red knew enough to know that little was being asked of her but to lay there and be used. She kept her tongue out lapping and kept her eyes submissively staring up at Artemi who was grasping her hair tightly and building up to an intense orgasm.

Eventually, Artemi came with Red's, her face puffy and wet, making sympathetic whimpers as well. Artemi climbed off of Red and stood above her. "Bend over and place your hands on the wall," she said.

Red smiled knowingly. She stood up and strutted over to the wall like a model on a catwalk. She bent over at the waist and spread her legs apart then looked back at Artemi.

Artemi was harnessing herself into an arcane strap-on. The same runes on Red's collar coursed over the phallic head of the device. "I fuck you with this, you won't be running away from me. It means I can take the collar off and you will be as compliant as a little lamb.

"Will see," Smirked Red.

Artemi squatted and ran her tongue across the outside of Red's wet quim. Red squirmed and shook her ass. When Artemi rose, she grasped the girl by her hips and placed the rod at her entrance. The rod began to whine and vibrate, and suddenly Artemi thrust forward.

Suddenly, a hurricane was fucking Red. If her hands weren't pressed against the wall, she would have fallen over. She came. The cock pulled out and thrust forward like a battering ram. She came again. She fell into a deep haze of mind-numbing pleasure.

Artemi pounded the women's ass. Her body fell into a pace like a long-distance runner, and she enjoyed watching the rippling of Red's ass cheeks and listening to her incoherent squeals. Red's entire body was pressed up against the wooden boards. Red holding her by the collar was the only thing keeping her up. Artemi knew that when she was finished, Red would be broken. She had experienced this with many girls. She wouldn't need to manicule Red; Red's own fear and desire for this cock would hold her in line.

Artemi felt a loss. In the old days, Red's talents would earn Artemi a hefty bounty in the Slaver's market. Red was so good at her profession that she was able to buy her freedom and live off her patrons, no easy feat. In the new world of Queen Malaveve, Red would be purified, a horrifying combination of magical castration and a lobotomy then abandoned to an asylum run by the Charity of Geas.

"So what will it be," gasped Red, panting. Her eyes fluttered to milky whites as they rolled into the back of her head, "Keep me as your ranger's pet, or send me to the city for the queen bitch to lob."

Artemi looked down at her in shock. Red had to have resiliency to continue speaking while undergoing a magically augmented, mind-shattering fuck. The girl had incredible spirit.

She had no love for the queen or the changes she had made in her realm. The first of those changes was the eradication of the Avatars which had sent Artemi reeling off towards the edge of the Gyr along with all of the old heroes of the realm. And the townspeople of Dimstown had paid her to get rid of Varulfur and stop the killings; a task she had succeeded at.

But as she looked down at Red, she could already see the famous courtesan turning her next trick in her head, figuring out the way to use this to her advantage. She hadn't led the bandits, Artemi was sure. They had likely been killing townspeople long before they captured her, and they likely had captured her trying to flee the center of Gyr. But the idea of using herself as bait was only an idea she would have come up with. Maybe to stall her own demise, but maybe not.

Artemi made up her mind.

"Keep going Rimward." Said Artemi. "Rumor is this. The Queen is a raising a Valkyr army. She's not planning to honor the Beastland Armistice."

The Varulfur nodded her head. "Never thought I'd see the day. Artemi the huntress, throwing us a bone. We used to call you Moon Killer during the Beastwars because we could never catch your scent. It makes sense with the armistice tax being so light these days. My pack was getting hungry for new females and this one is tasty."

There was a muffled groan. Red was buried in a ball of Varulfurs. One was on his back, thrusting into her from below. One was behind her thrusting into her ass. The third was standing above her and using her mouth.

From where Artemi stood she thought she could see Red glaring at her. "She'll be a good pet for you, but be careful, she is cunning for a human."

The Varulfur smiled. "She'll be too tired to try and be clever."

Red pulled herself off the cock thrusting into her throat and moaned in orgasm as the Varulfur below her released himself inside of her. Beyond in the caves, the other human slaves watched eagerly, their hands caressing their stomaches taunt with pups, as they enjoyed their new beautiful sister's initiation.

Behind her, the beta Varulfurs waited impatiently for an opening and a turn.