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THE MISTRESS' FEAST

With the return of the winner of the Fuckfest, the Mistress has formally announced an important and exclusive feast--and decreed that all of her extra-dimensional pets (that means you) are to attend. This news is delivered by the guards, both native to this world and otherwise, who are also tasked with distributing butt-plugs that have the words "Congratulations on not dying of exposure" engraved in their bases.

If you try not to attend, you will be forced into it anyway. It is compulsory on pain of death. Sorry. However, upon being escorted/invited into the great hall of the castle, you are welcomed by a fantastic and bustling scene. Music plays, performers dance, and the smell of food hangs in the air as platters are carried around by servants who take the time to offer portions to each guest. Not to mention the wine! The ambassadors and other guests in attendance are in varying states of undress, but no one is completely naked—and at least those who come close are not sitting on top of the table or anything. There is almost a sense of decorum to this particular event.

At the very head of the table, clad in an extraordinarily expensive-looking set of BDSM lingerie and her horned crown, sits the Mistress. Flanked by two of her highest ranking guards, she laughs and smirks at the chatter of the ambassadors sitting nearby, paying no attention to anyone else except those who have already earned her good graces.

Regardless of your job, you will all be seated all together at the very end of the table, furthest away from the Mistress. Yenh, the fuckfest winner, gets the honor of being at the end, but there’s a lot flowers and statues blocking the view anyway. She's out of earshot for whatever dinner discussions you'd like to have—but her loyal guards, servants, and the less-well-received ambassadors are not.

Once the feasting winds down, the Mistress rises and climbs the steps to the throne at the end of the room. She settles in and only now lays her eyes upon the Kingdom's special arrivals.

"Come and claim your rewards. Don't be shy."

She turns her gaze toward Estinien, the sole person who did not participate in the Fuckfest while it was ongoing, and grins. "You, too."

Once the dinner is over, nothing stops you from milling about to socialize, get caught up in an ambassador's after-dinner sex party, or to just leave with your shiny new prizes.

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[... Shit, he hadn't planned on elaborating. He hadn't planned on half the shit he's saying.]

Oh, no, Your Highness, please don't misunderstand me! I'm only voicing how I feel from the bottom of my heart. If you prefer, maaaybe I could move on to the core of our business...? Although of course I would be delighted to speak to you whenever you wish!

[ As he rambles along, her demeanour doesn't drop into anger or anything. Not even annoyance. But she makes herself very clear. ]

That was an order, apprentice.

Grovel.

[Shit.

This is beneath him - flattery is one thing, but grovelling, lowering himself to such a level? He shouldn't have to do this. It's not fair. This isn't what he's been living his goddamn life for.

... But he has to. For now. Very important words, those two. For now.

Kaph gets down on one knee, keeping his head low to conceal his gritted teeth, before swallowing his pride and returning his gaze to the Mistress, one hand held out.]

Oh, but where could I possibly begin?? It's almost as if Your Highness's mere presence, your formidable aura, has robbed me of my words!

[She resumes inspecting her claws, though at least she isn't actually bored yet.]

Have I?

Well, I'm sure you can find something left to spare.

[I'm fucking GETTING there, you demanding bitch.]

Oh, yes, I certainly can. Your alluring lips, for example! What I wouldn't give to feel their blessing!

[You haven't even seen her be demanding yet, Kaph.]

Are you an anal virgin?

[For a moment, Kaph really is speechless. It feels like a neat little row of cars up and crashed into each other and made a colossal wreck, and also he's every car in that wreck.]

What?

[Fuck. Fuck, he's scared. He can't be scared, he doesn't GET scared, he has to say something, anything--]

... Yes?

Then I'll accept that as a gift in exchange for "their blessing."

[The Mistress rises, turning her head toward a servant.]

Slave, fetch the strap-on. The one without barbs; he's being a good boy.

Wh--?!

[He stands up straight, pale in the face. Well, somewhere, anyway, because he can feel his cheeks burning up.]

M-- Your Highness! I-I... [Shit. SHIT. He has several options and none of them are win-win. Most are lose-lose. Even playing along is a win-lose at BEST.] Not... C-Certainly, we aren't going to do it right here! Right??

[The Mistress rises, approaching him and running her fingers under his chin.]

Of course we are. A public deflowering is the perfect way to kick off a post-feast orgy.

[This is the absolute worst-case scenario. Fuck, he hasn't felt like this since... times he'd very much rather not think about.

Then again, it's not quite the same. Those other times didn't also involve intrusive mental images that are hotter than they should be.]

M-Mistress-- [His voice is a quiet, desperate whisper now.] Y... Your Highness, please, anything but that, I'm begging you. Y-You can do anything you like, just... just not out here! Please!

No? And why not?

[The servant brings out the strap-on, which is- actually reasonably sized? The Mistress allows it to be strapped onto her.]

B-- Because...

[Whatever he has to say gets stuck in his throat, and that's even before he glances down at the Mistress's new accessory. He can't say it. He can't say it's because it would be utterly humiliating.

So he just makes a noise instead.]

[Some of those watching burst into laughter, but the Mistress just smiles.]

Articulate, aren't you?

[She steps in closer, pressing her falsie against his realie. The Mistress grinds expertly along him in a way that is entirely too casual.]

[Since they're in close proximity, she leans down and murmurs.]

I expected more of you, Minoru.

[First, the laughter. It alone is enough to drive away any lingering thoughts of arousal. Kaph clenches his fists, hanging on to what's left of his cool by a thread -

Then the name, and everything spills. His face contorts in rage and he lashes out - luckily, he has just enough presence of mind to keep himself from elbowing the Mistress in the face, but there's no guarantee his arm won't hit someone else as he steps aside.]

Shut up! Shut the fuck up! All of you!

[All that weird goodwill the Mistress appeared to have? It evaporates immediately.]

[For his safety more than anything, the guards grab him and hold him by the arms—of course, it also means he's vulnerable. The Mistress paces languidly as if she hadn't just been insulted, idly stroking the fake cock she's wearing.]

Oh, you almost managed to make it through our conversation. Pity. You're barely important enough for me not to kill you where you stand—but if you can't learn to behave, I will make you wish you weren't.

Do you have anything to say?

[For a moment or two, Kaph struggles - until all the red in his line of sight starts fading away and he realises what he's just done. Oh, he's still insulted and humiliated - barely important enough, she says - but he's not an idiot. He knows he's made a huge mistake.]

... Sorry, Your Highness.

[His voice is uncharacteristically quiet; he avoids her eyes, as well as everyone else's, but that just means his gaze ends up falling on the strap-on.]

Nice try. But I'm not convinced.

[She glances at the ambassadors who are gathered around.]

What should his punishment be?

['Turn all his clothing into slime!' 'Oh! Oh! Make him wear an enchanted cock ring!' And so on. The Mistress hums thoughtfully as she listens to a chorus of suggestions, and finally settles on one with a stylish point of her finger toward the person who made the suggestion.]

There it is.

[The Mistress then points at Kaph and zaps him. There is no pain, other than an itch in his throat...]

You can't speak unless you're performing a sex act.

[He opens his mouth to protest, but naturally, nothing comes out. Not that this keeps him from trying it a few more times, growing increasingly aggravated.

Fuck. Is she serious? How long is this going to last? Can he still write, at least? And does mooning count??... Ugh, of course it doesn't. GREAT.

He frowns very, very hard.]

[ Oh, he can still write. And it'll last for... however long is funny. For her part though, she smirks. ]

If that's all you have to say... oh, silly me. I never did hear your request.

What did you want?

[ A guard pins his Adequate Fuck badge onto his outfit, and another presents the bundle containing his lingerie. So there is that, at least. ]

[Kaph isn't even sure which part adds more insult to injury - her obvious provocation or the stupid goddamn badge.

He groans and-- Fuck, he can't believe he's about to do this. He can't believe he's about to do this without even being sure if it'll count, but it should! Masturbation is still a sex act and if the Mistress disagrees then he'll show her what's what.

Eventually.

When he isn't completely powerless.

Back to the point, he groans and sticks his hand down his pants to grab his dick. Maybe rub it a little to really make it count.]

I want my ring back. For my finger. Alright? Not the magic, just the ring and the little gem thing. [The rest, he'll have to work on.

Also hopefully he actually managed to say all that.]

[Kaph will find that, somehow, counted. His volume may have been softer than usual, though. Maybe.]

[The Mistress smirks and reaches into the awaiting sack; she plucks the ring out, inspecting it for a long moment. Then into the waiting hands of a guard it goes. The guard holds it out to him in her palm.]

[Kaph takes it with his free hand. Then he becomes acutely aware that he's standing in a crowded hall with a hand down his pants, and that's just not a situation he knows how to deal with.

So he holds on to that ring and runs off, headed for the nearest toilet, red in the face.]

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