Chapter 4 - Elora: Day 16

I suppose it was too good to be true, looking back. This Morrigan lady had our slave collars removed, but it seems that was only so she could supply her own.

Almost as soon as we stepped foot into that castle of her we were forced to wear these chokers they had. I thought they were just pretty jewelery at first, since they looked so fancy and had a large pink ruby in its center. I'm so stupid! Once it was wrapped around my neck I couldn't take it off no matter how hard I tried!

"This is mostly for your safety than anything else," said Lady Morrigan, unperturbed by my struggling. "Trust me when I say that taking away your ability to disobey me is far better than allowing you the temptation, as many servants of mine have found out in the past."

Then I was taken to have my measurements taken. The woman who did so had only one massive eye, a cyclops!

"Mistress insists that all her servants are as sexy or as cute as possible~" she said, clearly enjoying her job as she wrapped measurement tape around my waist.

"S-Sexy?" What did that word mean? Did it mean pretty?

I wondered if I was going to have to dress in one those revealing maid outfits that I saw yesterday. This cyclops girl wasn't wearing one. She was wearing dress, not unlike what many elves would wearing during the warm summer from my home town. And her demeanor was different than those other servants too; less subservient. 

"Turn around and raise your arms, would you~?" I did what she asked and she wrapped the measuring tape around my chest, soliciting a yelp and a blush from me. She noticed and laughed. "I really like the fresh servants. They still get flustered by this sort of stuff~" She smiled sweetly and leaned in to my face. As she got closer my face got hotter, and I couldn't help but try and lean back to try and get away. Being forced to stare into that enormous eye of hers practically drenched my face in sweat. "Guess I'm done for now."

She released the tape and laughed as I let out the breath that I had been holding. I have to admit, despite the fact she was a demon, she seemed pretty friendly.

"What's your name, ya cutie?"

"U-Uhm," Cutie? "My name is Elora." I answered, skeptical about such a question.

"Well, Elora, my name is KyuKu." She then turned to the servant standing by the door and gestured at her. "Tell your master that the new outfits will be finished in a week. I've got a lot of commissions backed up so it's going to take me a while."

The servant smiled and bowed. Then the servant stepped over to me and gently grabbed my hand. "Come. Lady Morrigan wishes to supper with you."

"Supper?" I winced at myself. I realized I should probably get out of the habit of just repeating back what others say as if it were a question, but sometimes I just don't know what to say! "Wh-Why?"

"She didn't say," said the servant, tugging me forward.

I took one last look back at Kyuku as I was being led away by the succubus servant. She smiled and waved. "I hope you survive~"

I hope you survive?! Did that mean most of Morrigan's servants perish?!
***
It wasn't just me at the supper table with Lady Morrigan, my new... master. Ciri and Mommy was there a well, their seats right beside me. Besides us and Lady Morrigan, there was a whole host of women seated at the table, which was a very, very big table. These women were, no surprise, demons, but not a one looked the same as the other. They definitely weren't any succubus's besides Lady Morrigan, who spent most of the time at the feast laughing and drinking from a wineglass that was continuously attended to by her staff. Whatever she was talking about with the others was too far away to hear, plus there was so much chatter.

I tried not to look at the other demons at the table as I ate. One especially stared at me far more often than I was comfortable with, a demon that looked like cracked porcelain doll with black ooze dripping out of the cracks. At least, I believe she was staring at me. It was a little hard to tell with her eyes closed. I don't even know if she was capable of opening them.

"You must be the slaves that Morrigan just bought." Someone was talking to my mother, Gweyr. I turned to look and saw what looked to be a woman black hound hybrid who wore a lecherous grin on her face. She had lots and lots of hair, and fur, but wasn't wearing anything other than rags that barely covered her chest and crotch unlike the other guests. Mother didn't say anything and chose to stare down at her plate. "Come on, don't ignore me~ I just want to talk! I mean, your boobs are driving me crazy~!" Her canine ears twitched as her smile spread, letting me see just how sharp those teeth of hers were. She leaning into Mommy's back and reached around so her hands could lift and grope her breasts, which could barely even hope to contain their mass. "Seriously, how do you even get boobs these big?! A big part of me just wants to bite them~"

"Ifrit!"

The sound of Morrigan's voice made the hound lady break away immediately, a nervous sweat pouring down her face with an equally nervous smile. Lady Morrigan gave Ifrit a side eye that somehow felt more threatening than all the other demons in the room. I could feel the sudden tension in the air because almost immediately everyone else fell into complete silence. After Morrigan was done drinking from her wine glass she placed it down and spoke succinctly.

"I would ask for you not to harass my new servants. As you can see they are still quite anxious in their new environment and you are certainly not helping."

"R-right. Sorry." said Ifrit, nodding her head furiously. "I wasn't thinking."

"No, you weren't," said Morrigan. "But then again, you never really are, so I shall forgive you. In the meantime though, you may help yourself with one of my other servants. I assure you that they would be quite happy to do so."

Two of the succubi servants walked up and wrapped their arms around the hound lady, giggling and kissing her cheeks as they did so. Ifrit's cheeks lit up as the tension in her body broke.

"S-Seriously?! Damn, thank you Morrigan, you're the absolute best~"

Her tail was wagging the entire time the succubi covered her face in kisses, leading her away slowly to the hallway. Most of the tension in the air at that point had dissipated and many of the female demons were now laughing and talking again, mostly about what a silly hellhound Ifrit was who couldn't seem to contain her libido.

As for me, knowing that Lady Morrigan was protecting us allowed me to finally relax as well since I now know I had nothing to fear from the other demons. Which was good, because I realized I was starving. The food on the table was beyond what I could imagine, and delicious too. It helped that for the past week the only food that I and the others had eaten was stale bread and moldy cheese. Ciri was digging in, tearing the meat off a sizable seasoned bird leg with her teeth. Mother kept herself composed though. Even hungry and a slave, she still had a lady like composure and ate with proper table manners.

"Elora, there's food all over your chin." she said, leaning over to wipe my face off with a napkin. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. 
***
After supper was and all the guests had left Lady Morrigan insisted on talking with the three of us alone.

"I hope you enjoyed your first day here so far, despite the minor hiccup," she said, leaning forward so that she could use her hand to prop her chin. "We have feasts like this fairly often, though not every day. I thought it was important for everybody to get to know each other so we can build relationships going forward, after all, you will likely be working with everyone you saw here at some point during your stay."

I gulped, loudly. "E-verybody?" I thought about that creepy porcelain demon with the cracks dripping black ooze. Something about her unsettled me.

Morrigan nodded. "Yes, everybody. Don't worry though. As I said before, nobody will hurt you so long as you do what I say and don't try to escape. But, since you're wearing those chokers you don't have to worry about that."

I brushed my fingers over the ruby on my choker. "Wh-Why is that?" Morrigan's smile widened.

She pointed a finger at Ciri and gestured. "Come over here and give me a kiss, would you Ciri~?" Immediately ruby on Ciri's choker glowed pink, as well as her eyes. I heard her gasp in shock before she robotically walked over to stand next to Lady Morrigan. Morrigan smirked and leaned forward, presenting her lips for the young elf girl. Then, just as commanded before, Ciri leaned forward as well and kissed her master on the lips. After it was over the glowing stopped and Ciri stumbled backward, shocked at what she had just done.

"I-I couldn't stop myself!"

"Nor would you," said Morrigan, scooting her chair back as she stood up. "The choker's you're all wearing are specially enchanted. So long as you're wearing them, and only I can take them off, you have no choice but to do as I say. The choker's will also prevent you from running away, or from harming anyone intentionally. Not that I was worried you'd do any such thing." Morrigan yawned and stretched herself out. "Anyway, I'm tuckered out. It's about time for us all to hit the sack."

The three of us were given separate servant quarters to stay in, something I protested against.

"Don't worry. Nobody is stopping you from visiting each other. All we ask is that you not disturb anybody else," said the succubi servant, bowing her head. "Many of us will sleep in each other's beds, you see. It's something Lady Morrigan even encourages. You will still have your quarters all to yourself if you wish though."

I was beyond relieved to hear that and wasted no time in finding my mother's, who was looking out the window when I came in through the door. "Elora?" she turned and smiled when she saw it was me. "I'm so glad it's you."

"Mommy!" I ran to her arms, wrapping as much of my arms around her waist as I could, crying tears of joy. Despite everything I feared would happen, we were still together through it all.

Nothing was going to change that.

"Remember sweety, your father and brother are still out there," she said in a whisper, hugging me back. "They'll come and rescue us. I believe it with all my heart."

"I know they will," I whispered back, imagining the day.
