This choice: She's got important errands she forgot about • Go Back...Chapter #7She's got important errands she forgot about by: Gerbil54378   Just as you thought she was sleeping, you get tossed across the room into ta hard wall. You audibly groan in protest, but Erika doesn't seem to care. She's frantically searching for something, muttering curses under her breath. This scares you, you didn't think anything could scare a dragon, but low and behold, something has her attention. She darts out of the room, and follow to see her now brandishing two great swords and specially crafted armor. You gulp and she faces you. As she speaks, her uneasiness shows.
"I have some uh business I have to attend to okay?" She gets a look to confusion. "Of course it's okay! I'm the boss around here! Don't get into anything you're not supposed to touch understand?" She wrestles some iron boots into her massive feet as she finishes up. "I shouldn't be long, don't go anywhere, don't touch anything. You know what actually, sit." She looks with amusement as you quickly comply. "When I get back, you better be in that exact spot, oh and get your tongue ready for me." She flashes an evil grin, slides the boulder open, leaves, and seals you in.
If she's not back, you'll die. It's an incredibly uneasy feeling, but you decide to explore out of boredom. She took some serious gear, heavy armor and massive swords. There must be a war on and she forgot about it in her lust. That's going to be funny to explain isn't it? You dig through her mountains of trinkets. There's about a bajillion gold coins, some goblets, a treasure chest or two, countless gems, the usual stuff. What really catches your eye is the seemingly random assortment of gear. There's a mismatch of everything in every material. Chainplate, leather, bone, tin, steel, copper, everything. You pick up a particularly nasty looking quadruple sided axe and set it back down before you hurt yourself.
There's another set of her customized armor, and her arm gauntlet alone swallows your arm when you stick it though. Her chest plate you can't pick up, and when you pick up her boot, you nearly faint right there. It's quite old and used, the accumulated sweat a weapon of its own. You toss it far away from you and decide to go for better. You turn and get a sick grin, her throne is open. You take an extra cautious look around before approaching it and sitting on it. You felt like you committed a crime, there'd be so much trouble if you were caught. You get up and kick it out of hatred for Erika.
Then you see the four room entrances. Ones the kitchen, and she'd know if you ate food from there. You open the second door to see a well worn bed surrounded by very expensive looking carpet. You step in and look around. The face in the mirror scares you, you already don't recognize it. A massive scar runs down one cheek, your hairs messed up, and you look like you just crawled out of a war zone. Stepping away, you nearly run into the drawer. She's a dragon, she doesn't wear clothes except for armor.
The curiosity tugs at you, and you rummage through it. Junk is the first drawer, men's clothes the second, women's the third, and extensive amount of rope in the fourth. More questions than answers is what you have achieved, and you stumble out into the next room. It's a bathroom with not much besides a toilet, sink, and shower. You doubt the third thing has been used much, and you move on to the fourth room. It opens up to a dark stairway, one you don't dare try. Back in the throne room, you wander aimlessly, bored out of your mind before taking a nap on the floor like a dog. If Erika found you in her bed, bad things might go down. You think about getting redressed, but that would prove you left your spot.
You rue the day you tried to attack her in the port, but you nap regardless. When you awake, nothing. You rinse and repeat this for a day or two before you can hear the familiar creaking of the entrance unsealing. You sit up straight, unsure of who exactly is on the other side. A solid kick cracks the boulder, and from there you can see Erika push her way in.
She's fatigued, covered in new scratches, carrying one cracked broadsword instead of two new ones, her tail drooping. As soon as she sees you is when she gets all her energy back. She sheds her chestplate, showing off how sweaty her body got before starting to take off her boots. As soon as they pop off, an invisible gas fills the windowless room, one that could knock out an elephant. You choke from where you sit, a good couple feet away from your captor. She flashes a sadistic smile and walks over to a chest.
She opens it and a mimic pops out. "Lets see how bad our little boy has been while I've been away huh? Tell me all about it Mimic." Your life flashes before your eyes, you were never alone in this room, the mimic saw you break many, many, many unspoken rules and she's spilling it all. They both look over at you many times throughout their hushed conversation, and you fear the worst. "Well okay, you're relieved for now, thank you, I owe you a boy yes." The mimic enters her chest, and it disappears. The dragon slowly turns and gives you a gaze that could turn a medusa to stone.
"You did WHAT?! In my house?! Oh I so solemnly swear, come here!" Her face glows with rage. "I just slaughtered an entire city of rebellious humans and monsters, what makes you think you're special? What?! I could dispose of you easily. Do you want to be owned by a a mimic? A bug? Another human?! Huh?! What is your MALFUNCTION?!" She kicks you over and steps down hard on your chest, your chest exploding with pain and cracking sounds. You grunt and she places her other foot over your mouth and nose, lettting two days worth of boot sweat french your senses.
You instantly start fading out from the sudden abuse, and it's not any better when she starts jumping. Every fiber of your being screams then fades to black. Suddenly you sputter upwards back into consciousness, an absolute stream of urine drenching your face. "Lick up what you can't swallow then beg for your life. If you're lucky, I could maybe consider giving you a possible second chance with me." She takes a foot and drags your face through her piss. Both of the smells combined nearly knock you out again, but you stomach what you can. You lap up her golden puddle, still warm but cooling on the cold mountain stone. It's bitter, but nowhere near as bad as her feet. The potentency increased exponentially in the last two days and it's excruciating to work through.
You barely get your tongue back out for her foot before you start gagging, heaving even. "This is exactly what you get for such a pig like attitude. Disgusting footboy, going through my stuff. I ought to kill you outright, you better work harder." In a blind attempt to save your life, you wrap your mouth around the rancid foot. Every tastebuds simultaneously explodes in disgust, her sweat squeezing out into flood type conditions onto your senses. She gasps in approval, and shoves her foot in just a tad more. Unfortunately, she hits the back of your throats and that's curtains for you. You vomit all over her sole, collapsing in a hacking mess of apologies and begging.
At this point she body slams you, setting herself on your chest with the force of a school bus. She plunges her messy foot back into your mouth until pinched off your air until you start sucking. You start wailing as you correct your error, as grave as it was. She sighs and increases the aggressiveness, furiously rubbing both feet all around your face. Everything you have wants to fight back, but there's no energy, andyou submit to her torture. The smell alone causes you to pass out a few times,and the whole cave is controlled by low hanging, foul smelling, sweaty air. It's sheer hell, and your destroyed body can't do it anymore. You go limp under her and she kicks you away like a used toy. Does she end up keeping you or does a nice donation need to take place?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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