{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"d624942c-098d-4827-bcd0-e2d87a99e9a0","seriesId":"ca587b3e-f76e-4fa4-b647-e845f657fadf","seriesName":"The Bound Knight","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-01-01T16:36:34.037Z","title":"The Bound Knight Ch. 1","slug":"the-bound-knight-ch-1","shortId":"zRqvcjFQ","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"In a dark fantasy world where women are the property of men, a young woman is forced to disguise herself as a knight to accept a duel for her family. Will victory bring her freedom, or even greater bondage? Chapter 1 - Count Mevenmein and a mysterious stranger ride in a carriage through the woods while the Count's slave pleasures them both.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"e28cfc88-578d-4a46-9858-dc01225d00cb","title":null,"summary":"\n\nCount Alfred Belian Mevenmein III\nwas in a foul mood, and all of his slaves knew it. As his carria","wordCount":3507,"readTime":18,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

Count Alfred Belian Mevenmein III\nwas in a foul mood, and all of his slaves knew it. As his carriage rattled\nthrough the woods beyond his estate, a slave girl eagerly sucking away between\nhis legs, he stared out the window with undisguised disgust. The slave girl,\n53, or ‘Cock Kitten’ as he called her when in better moods, desperately bobbed\nher head up and down, running her soft, wet tongue over and around his member.\nHer light brown curls brushing softly against his thighs. She was thin, with\nample breasts – a testament to her breeding, and fit – a testament to the\nViscount’s trainers. She knelt between his knees on her own, keeping her legs\nspread and her arms straight behind her back. She wore simple slave attire – black\nleather gloves that went up to her elbows and identical boots that reached to\nher thighs. Tall heels on the boots kept her form proper, even when she was on\nher knees. As she often was. A shiny silver collar around her neck, the rings\nthrough her nipples and clitoris, and the circular brand with the symbol of the\nViscount’s house upon her shaven mons pubis completed the attire. Though she\nherself never thought of any of those as ‘attire.’ They were simply part of\nher.

\n\n

With each bump of the carriage she\nmoved her head, cradling his cock with her tongue and warm breath. As she\nworked she stared up at him with large brown eyes, glistening with the hint of\ntears. She knew they were improper, but she couldn’t hold them back, so\ndesperate was her desire to avoid the Count’s ire. But, as far as she could\ntell, she didn’t exist in his world.

\n\n

The Count wore black, his silver\nbeard, recently trimmed, furrowed around a deep frown as he stared out the\nwindow. His cane rested next to him, and a flogger hung above the carriage\ndoor. However despite her apparent inability to please him, he reached for\nneither. The only command he had given her was to remain silent. And so she\ndid, avoiding the slurps and moans the trainers had taught her to use and\nkeeping her lower body as still as possible so as to avoid ringing the bell\nthat hung from the ring through her clitoris. She didn’t know if he wanted her\nto go fast or slow. If he wanted to cum, or for her to make it last. Not that\nit mattered, it was all she could do to keep him hard.

\n\n

After a few minutes of this, the\nother woman, the one sitting across from the Viscount, politely coughed into\nher hand. 53 found the action so shocking she almost froze. She had known the\nwoman was scandalous from the moment she first saw her, her clothes making that\napparent. The woman wore a deep purple dress and a wide brimmed hat lined with\nred, blue, and white flowers over her braided blonde hair. The dress was long\nand flowing, with a large ribbon at the back. It had a low bust line, revealing\nand cradling her milky white breasts. However, shockingly, the hem went down to\nher ankles hiding her cunt and only revealing the very bottom of the heels she\nwore. She couldn’t see the woman’s ass to see if she bore a brand from one of\nthe farms, like the one on 53, but she didn’t need to to know that the woman\nwas pureborn. But even pureborn women were still property. Yet she had never\nseen this strange woman before, so she couldn’t belong to her master. And the\nguests wouldn’t arrive until the evening.

\n\n

53 pushed these thoughts down,\ntaking her master’s member down her throat quickly, hoping he didn’t notice the\nslight pause in her affection. She felt him stir though, and it was only her\nextensive training that allowed her to keep the tears back, and her eyes locked\non him. Thankfully though, he didn’t reach for an implement to punish her, and\ninstead simply said, “What?” in an annoyed tone. His eyes still locked onto the\npassing countryside.

\n\n

The pureborn laughed, her soft,\nhigh-pitched voice almost bell like. She was a short woman, with a small nose\non a pixie like face under hair so blonde it was almost white. 53’s back was to\nher, but she could picture the look on the woman’s face. The same look she had\nsince 53 first saw her barely an hour before. Her lips, painted a bright red\nthat contrasted so sharply with her pale skin, turned up at the corners in the\nslightest smile. That smile haunted 53. She had seen slaves forced to bear a\nwide grin at all times, and slaves never allowed to show the slightest emotion,\nbut she had never seen a smile like that on a woman’s face. That smile,\ncombined with her sharp blue eyes, seemed to say she knew something about you.\nIt seemed to say she had some power over you. That smile did not belong on the\nface of a woman, 53 knew.

\n\n

“How long are you going to brood\nfor Alfred?” the woman asked.

\n\n

53 almost choked at the woman’s\ncasual use of her master name. She started to lean back, to give him room for\nthe inevitable blow that he would deliver to her, but instead he simply raised\nhis hand, and put it behind her hair, pushing her deeper onto his cock.

\n\n

Still not looking at either of the\nwomen, he said, “As long as I want to cunt.”

\n\n

The woman simply laughed her\ntinkling, bell like laugh. Then, to 53’s horror, she felt something brushing\nagainst her pussy lips. The carriage was small, and throughout the ride the\npureborn had occasionally brushed against her with her foot. The pureborn wore\npointed heels tipped with metal, and their cold silvery feel had sent shivers\nup her skin when they brushed against her buttocks, the slight point at their\ntip digging into her. Now though, the woman placed the point between her pussy\nlips, letting it penetrate her ever so slightly. It sat there, moving up and\ndown with each bump in the road. She didn’t move her foot, didn’t tinkle the\nbell that hung between 53’s legs, but even so 53 silently begged for her master\nto notice, begged for him to stop this infraction, to put this woman back in\nher place. But instead, he just continued staring out the window, anger evident\non his face.

\n\n

“So, the woman began, once again\nspeaking without being spoken to first, “Any objections to my attending the\nduel?”

\n\n

Her master\nscowled, and pulled 53 deeper onto him. She took him, gobbling him down her\nthroat. It was oddly comforting. Her deep throat training kicking in, pushing\nher thoughts about the strange pureborn out of her mind, and distracting her\nfrom the cold metal point resting just inside her pussy.

\n\n

Alfred\nsighed. “Why are you here? Why now?” Sharply, he turned his head to finally\nstare at her, and 53 had to glance away from the rage on his face. “Moldred\nwill be here before the sun sets, ready to rub this damned duel in my face. The\nlast thing I need is one of your kind.”

\n\n

“You’ve yet\nto nominate a champion, right?” she asked, laughing as she said ‘champion.’ As\nif it was some joke between the two of them. “Will you be able to find one in\ntime?”

\n\n

Her master\nglared at the woman, and a shiver went through 53 at the thought he might turn\nhis ire upon her.

\n\n

“How do you\n– No, I shouldn’t be surprised you know. If anyone in this cursed kingdom knew,\nit would be you and your lot.” He looked as if he was about to say something\nelse, and 53 could feel the muscles in his body tense. But, he just sighed, and\nlooked back out the window.

\n\n

“Well, you\nshould know that I do pity you Alfred. I can tell how hard it must be for you.” As the woman said this, 53 felt her drive\nthe tip of her boot further into her. A bump in the road jostled her at the\nsame moment, ringing the bell between her legs. This bump drove the boot into\nher and then out again, but it hid 53’s shifting. It had been almost a month\nsince her master had last let her cum, and the boot was starting to driver her\ncrazy. Only her training kept her from grinding her hips.

\n\n

Her master\nscowled. “It’s too soon,” he finally said. “You can’t take her. Not yet. Not\nuntil I have an alternative.”

\n\n

53 had to\nwonder who ‘her’ was supposed to be. She desperately hoped it wasn’t her. She\nknew she was only property, and would obediently go where she was ordered, but\nidea of being commanded by a cunt disgusted her. Especially this pureborn cunt,\nwho teased her with her spiked shoes and talked like she had a cock.

\n\n

The pureborn\nlaughed again. “I’m not here for her Alfred. At least, not yet. As I said\nbefore, I simply wish to observe.”

\n\n

A small\nsmile tugged at the corner of her master’s mouth. “I could have you flogged. I\ncould tear that dress off you, rape you, and any passersby would only remark on\nmy form.”

\n\n

“You could\ncertainly try,” the pureborn said, “and we can both find out how big of a\ncrater I can make.”

\n\n

“And if I\ndemand a writ? Have you put under my domain?”

\n\n

“You could\ncertainly try,” the pureborn\nanswered, a hint of venom replacing her usual laughter. “And if it is granted, I would be yours. But\nuntil that time –”

\n\n

At this, the\ncarriage started to warm up considerably. 53 couldn’t see the woman behind her,\nbut she could tell the warmth was coming from her. A bead of sweat slipped down\nher master’s brow, and worse, the metal tip inside her started to warm as well.\nIt was becoming hot, painfully so, like metal left in the sun. She dutifully\ncontinued lapping at her master’s member, but if this didn’t stop soon she knew\nshe would be burned. Panic began to grip her, because she didn’t know if she\nhad the self-control to sit there and let her vagina be burned. She knew she\nwould jump up, embarrassing her master and earning herself severe punishment.

\n\n

Blessedly,\nafter a few moments her master waved his hand and said, “Enough, it was a jest.”

\n\n

At this the\nheat disappeared instantly, almost as if it had never been there. Except, the\nheat from the metal tipped shoe inside her didn’t completely cool. It stopped\nbeing painfully warm, but it retained a bit of heat. The warmth was\nuncomfortably pleasant, making it even harder to focus on her master.

\n\n

“So Alfred,\nwill I have a place prepared for me when we arrive? I place other than your dungeons?”

\n\n

Her master’s\nfrown grew deeper, and without warning he grabbed the back of 53’s head\npinching her hair and pushing her down as far as she would go. Her nostrils\nfilling with his pubic hair. He stood up slightly, and began to thrust in and\nout of her mouth, using both his hands to force her head up and down as well.\nAll thought left her mind as she struggled to just breathe. Her earlier order\nto stay silent now impossible, she ‘glugged’ with every thrust, the bell\nbetween her lips ringing wildly. Spit and pre-cum poured from her mouth, and\ncame up her nose until finally, her master froze. He unloaded into her, and she\nstruggled to swallow quickly, desperate to avoid spilling any more. Finally,\nwith a great sigh he released her and fell back into his seat. Obediently and with\ntears and spit running down her face she opened her mouth and waited.

\n\n

“Swallow,”\nhe commanded offhandedly.

\n\n

She obeyed,\nrelishing the bitter, rank taste of his seed. He pushed her back to the side of\nthe carriage. She dropped to a slave stance, on her knees with her legs spread\nwide and her arms crossed behind her back. Her head and eyes locked onto the\nfloor. She remained still, but it was a struggle. The woman had pulled her foot\nout when her master grabbed her, and the lack of stimulation now caused her\nlower body to burn with need.

\n\n

“Was all\nthat necessary?” the pureborn asked.

\n\n

“I needed a\nclear head,” her master responded. Then, he added, “You will be treated as a\nguest. I know I don’t have much of a choice, but I won’t be forced into it.”

\n\n

“You always\nhave a choice Alfred.”

\n\n

At this, the\ncart stopped. 53 scrambled to get her feet under her, opening the door and\nthrowing herself off the cart. She positioned herself on her hands and knees\ndirectly under the now open door. As soon as she did this, she felt her\nmaster’s foot on her back. She clenched her muscles as he stepped on her, using\nher as a footstool. He was heavy, and his boot cut into the bare skin of her\nback as he stepped down. His weight forcing her knees and palms onto the muddy\nground below. The leather padding on her gloves and boots kept some of the pain\noff, but not all of it. A moment later, she felt a second foot. This one was\nlighter, but the heel at the back poked into her as the pureborn stepped onto\nher.

\n\n

Once her\nmaster and his ‘guest’ were on the ground, 53, stood up closed the door behind\nthem, then fell back to her knees – assuming a waiting position by the doors.\nAt the front of the car a team of six naked pony girls stood with perfect\nposture – tightly gripping the bars that attached them to the front of the\ncarriage. Their long, black plumes rustled gently in the wind as the posture\ncollars that held their chins up and straight glinted in the sun. Whip marks,\nsome fresh and red, some old and mostly healed, covered their backs and\nbehinds. Behind them, at the front of the cart, sat another woman, naked except\nfor a black suit jacket that clasped under her breasts and a black top hat. She\nheld a long whip in one hand and a lead for the team of pony girls in another.

\n\n

Before her\nloomed her master’s estate. Slave girls, dressed in rags or nothing at all,\nmoved hurriedly about the courtyard in a wave of activity. The mud and dirt\ncaking their skin and hair marking them as laborers. Cleaner servant girls\nformed two lines leading up to the double, wooden doors of the manor. These\nones bowed low, knees on the ground and foreheads pressed to the ground, their\narms straight and crossed at the wrists. It had rained earlier in the day, so\nthey pressed themselves into the mud, flanking the path for their master.

\n\n

“We were only gone for a few hours,” the\npureborn remarked. “Do you have them do this every time?”

\n\n

“Obedience,”\nhe said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “If you let a cunt\nslack off once, they will expect to be able to do it again and again.” He\nscoffed again, and turned to 53. Without a word he grabbed her by the hair and\npulled her up. He led her to the back of the carriage.

\n\n

Chained there\nby a collar around her neck was a young woman. She was thin and muscular, with shoulder\nlength, crimson red hair tussled from the long walk. Sweat coated her bare skin,\nbut she breathed lightly. She was taller than 53, taller even than Alfred, and\nboth had to look up to her see her emerald eyes. Unlike 53, she was barefoot,\nthough she made sure to remain on tiptoe. In fact, she was completely naked\nexcept for a black bow tied around her neck – in place of a collar. Her legs\nwere coated in mud from her bare cunt down. \nIn her arms she held a stack of firewood. 53 could see the splinters of the\nrough wood biting into her arms. The muscles of her arms were tensed from\ncarrying the weight the entire time, yet she still held it up. There was no\nbrand on her. No rings or markings beyond mostly faded whip marks. She was Eve.\nHer master’s spawn and another pureborn.

\n\n

Wordlessly,\nher master unhooked the lead from Eve, and reattached this to the loop that\nhung at the front of 53’s collar. Eve carefully placed the wood on the ground,\nbefore dropping to her knees, crawling behind him as he led her like a dog. 53\nstood at attention, her legs shoulder width apart, arms crossed behind her\nback, and her eyes down. Her master and the woman talked for a bit more, but\nshe could no longer hear them. Eventually she saw her master walking up the\nstairs, Eve behind him. The wood was left in place, and 53 wondered if she had\nonly been carrying it as punishment for something.

\n\n

The slaves\nbegan to file in after her master as she wondered this. The wood was still\nsitting on the ground when a whip cracked and the carriage began to move again.\nThe driver marched the pony girls around to the back, 53 following along. They moved\naround the manor, behind the stables, other carriages and a near them. The warm\nsun shined down on her. She would have gone to her knees, with the padding it\nwas better than standing at attention for hours, but the lead attaching her to\nthe carriage was too short. The slave at the front of the carriage would get\nwater for the pony girls, but 53 knew she would be intentionally ignored. She\nhad stolen the carriage slave’s, 23’s, position, and she had never forgiven 53\nfor it.

\n\n

So, 53 stood\nthere, waiting. Other slaves came and took the pony girls away, but she was\nleft alone. The carriage had been parked in a quiet corner of the grounds,\nbehind the stables and away from almost everyone else. She needed to go to the\nbathroom, but she couldn’t even do that. The enchantment in her brand gave her\nmaster complete control over body, including such basic functions. She did her\nbest not to squirm. Knowing that, eventually, someone would come for her. In\nthe life of a slave, waiting was the default.

\n\n

But then, she saw something that made her skin\ngo cold despite the warm sun. A woman dressed in purple was approaching her, a\npurple parasol over her head to block the sun. 53 said nothing as she\napproached, keeping her head down. Maybe she had simply forgotten something in\nthe carriage.

\n\n

But no, the\nwoman walked right up to 53. She was short, her head barely above 53’s breast.\nPerhaps 53’s heels contributed something to that, but the painful mark on 53’s\nback told her that the woman’s heels couldn’t have been much shorter than her\nown. “A long wait,” the pureborn said. Her bright red painted lips seemed to\ndance as she spoke.

\n\n

“Yes\nMistress,” 53 said, keeping her eyes down.

\n\n

“What’s your\nname?”

\n\n

“This cunt\nis called 53, mistress.”

\n\n

“I didn’t\nask for your number. What’s your name?”

\n\n

53\nswallowed. What did this interminable woman want with her? “Sometimes this\ncunt’s master calls her Cock Kitten.”

\n\n

The pureborn\nwrinkled her nose at this. 53 wasn’t sure why, but she felt bad. “Ugh, no that\nwon’t work. Let’s just call you kitten.” She smiled. “Hello kitten, my name is\nJosephine.”

\n\n

53 didn’t\nrespond, not sure how to act under this extreme breach of what was proper. Not\nto mention, what kind of name was ‘Josephine?’

\n\n

When it\nbecame clear 53 would say nothing, Josephine said, “Do you ever get bored\nkitten?”

\n\n

Ah, now 53\nunderstood. Josephine was testing her. “No mistress,” she replied\nautomatically. “This cunt delights in serving her master.”

\n\n

To her\nsurprise Josephine reached down and ran fingers over 53’s cunt. Gently, the\npureborn rubbed three fingers over the outside, tracing along the ring and the\nbell that weighed painfully on her clit. 53 almost shivered at the touch, her\narousal from earlier still strong. It didn’t matter though. Nothing could\nhappen. Cumming was one of those bodily functions her brand controlled.

\n\n

Josephine\nlet her parasol and hat fall to the ground, her braided blonde hair shining in\nthe sun. 53 realized then that the pureborn was incredibly beautiful. She\nwondered why her master hadn’t taken her.

\n\n

I would have, the forbidden thought\nentered her mind.

\n\n

As if\nreading what 53 was thinking, Josephine pushed herself into the slave girl,\ntheir breasts squishing together. 53 almost gasped as Josephine gently put two\nfingers inside her. Tears rolling down her face, 53 opened her mouth. As much\nas she didn’t want to, she had to stop this. “Mistress, please –” was all she\nmanaged though. Josephine put her small, slender finger to the slave girl’s\nlips.

\n\n

“Shhh,” she\nwhispered. “I still have some time till I need to go, and I feel bad for\nteasing you. But well, watching you there, that bastard’s cock in your mouth. I\ncouldn’t help myself. Your carriage driver will be gone for a bit, so let me\nkeep you company before I have to go.”

\n\n

Tears were\nnow streaming down 53’s face. She wanted it so badly. It had been so long. She\ncouldn’t though. It was physically impossible without her master’s order. She\nopened her mouth to say this, but the only thing that came out was a whispered\n“Please.”

\n\n

Josephine\nsmiled, and with the hand that wasn’t inside 53, she reached down and rested it\non the slave girl’s mons pubis, on the brand that marked her as property of the\nCount. Then, a jolt went through her whole body. 53 almost screamed, but then\nshe realized something had been changed. A block had been removed. She didn’t\nknow how, but she knew that whatever stopped her from cumming was now gone. Her\nhips began to move on their own.

\n\n

Josephine\nkissed her, her lips and tongue wrapping around hers, and 53 returned it. When\nthe pureborn pulled back, removing her hand from inside her. The slavegirl\ntried to follow her, the lead around her neck chocking her as it held her in\nplace. She wanted to cry. She did. Josephine just smiled though, and said, “Now\nthat that’s out of the way.” Then, the pureborn dropped to her knees, and\nopened her mouth as she brought her tongue towards between the slave’s thighs.

\n\n

53 – Kitten\n– had to bite her hand to stop from screaming as Josephine’s tongue entered\nher. The small, secluded area of the courtyard filled with the sound of a ringing bell. It was the best day of Kitten’s life.

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