Life as a Royal’s Breeding Partner

Chapter 8 – Getting a Little Tied Up Tonight

"Sorry, I can't finish. I would've liked to see if my defenses held. I hope we can find another time to play," I say to my partner before getting up to go with the clients.

"Yes, it is rare to find a passive player. I was enjoying it. Have a good time. Try to find some enjoyment." I don't respond to that. Just walk to my tormentors.

"I don't think I've gotten to play with you between pregnancies before," the devil says, "I put in a bid this time, just for fun. I didn't win, so we can do a breeding session with Asariel if you're good. I'm seeing your rainbows more often in the city. The girls are cute and show promise. I feel you'll be a stud this last year of slavery. I'm looking forward to seeing what your tattoo finish will be. It should adopt your hair color, but I'm unsure if it will change color like your hair."

"I'm happy to hear about your interest in me. Please follow me, and we can have a fun night together, Madam," I say with a forced smile. I start walking to the stairs. I focus on my walk, trying to force the memories of our last session out of my mind.

Moving up the stairs, I hear some whispers behind me. I can't distinguish the words, but I believe it is a fight. The tones are sharp. I pray the devil doesn't take it out on me.

Little after the second floor, they must have come to an agreement as the whispers stop. Instead, I feel a pair of eyes watching every move my ass makes. I fight the urge to limit my ass and instead exaggerate the movement, earning me a second pair of eyes.

SMACK! A shock of pain comes from my ass as we reach the third floor.

"Slave faster. We've got a lot to do,"  she encourages. Being a good slave, I speed up to my room. I quickly open the door, and they walk in.

"Strip slave and get on the bed belly up."

"Yes, Madam," I respond. My clothes practically fall off with the speed at which I move. I get into position and wait.

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"Good girl, I've been wanting to mark you forever. Finally, I found a reason to do it. You'll look so nice with it, especially if it also takes how your hair's behavior," the devil says, walking to my toy cabinet. "Good, all the toys I've gifted you are still here. I was worried they stole them from you. Luckily,  I didn't gift any dildos as they've likely taken them from you, which would upset me."

Finally, she turns to me and just looks up and down my body. I feel sweat run down my head. I start wondering what will happen. I worry about the mark. I've heard terrible things about them. Will it simply make me her slave when the collar falls off? Or make me unable to bear not being pregnant? There are too many worries on top of a painful night.

"I don't like the feelings right now. Normally, I enjoy eating your fears, but they are all wrong right now. Not from anticipation of what I'll do but from what the mark does. Pure fear and anger. Great flavors, but not what I should have from a play partner,"  she says. She walks over and gets on top of me, her right hand cupping my chin. "Gosh, you're beautiful. I always think I remember, but I never truly do. Let's make a deal. Any devil will be able to remove the mark. These aren't easy to give or take, so it will cost you, but you have plenty to give. The mark will help you conceive and have more kids. It will make your womb able to handle larger pregnancies and lower the chances of miscarriages. It will also make it so your sperm lasts longer in women. It will also help you carry the children with less pain and help lower the pain during labor a bit," she wipes some tears from my cheeks. "Look at you getting my nice side out. Let me know how that sounds. The truth is what I need from you, slave."

"Ok," is all I manage. I'm not sure about this, but if I can remove it, I don't have much of a reason to say no. The deal doesn't sound like it could have different interpretations, so it should be binding with a devil.

"Good, your body is amazing. When you get free, don't hesitate to see my family. I may let you Dom me if you breed my wives and a maid or two," she says. She shifts to my left and moves her hand from my breasts to over my womb. "Now I'm going to do it. You won't feel a thing." Then, she flicks her hand, and a mirror appears.

I see myself in it. Head to toe. The devil somewhat covers my left side. My right breast is spilling over my right side, the devil's fingers squishing it. I dare to look lower and find the tattoo. It's changing colors just like my hair. It even seems to give off light, like my tail and wings. A few squiggly lines connect tiny hearts on the outside to a miniature depiction of a womb in the center. I rub my right hand over it, but there is nothing to feel like it only exists in the mirror.

"Oh, it got your hair color. Perfect. It also increases sexual need, but all womb tattoos do. Now I've been nice for too long. Your emotions feel much healthier right now," she says, getting off me.

The human interjects, "I told you so. You've been hurting her for over a year now without showing her an ounce of love."

"Shut up and strip bitch, you're not going to be a slave, but you sure ain't about to Dom with me now," the devil demands. She walks over to my toy cabinet and pulls a few things out. The human starts to strip, rolling her eyes at the devil's remark.

"Good, I've given you plenty for this night to be as wonderful as your new tattoo." She took a ball gag and forced it into the human's mouth, tying it tight in her mouth.

Muffled, she forces out through the gag, "Thanks, Mistress."

"Good girl," the devil says with a slap on the tit.

"Slave up. We need to get you set up."

I follow the instructions before my beautiful collar forces the issue. She knows when I don't do as instructed and let my collar force it, and she always punishes me for it. Once I'm standing, I feel something clip onto my nipples, a very tight squeeze. I howl from the pain and surprise.

"These are as big as mine now, slave. Working hard as a breeding whore. Good, I prefer to tie up larger breasts. Bitch get the rope. There should be some nice red in there," the devils say. The strong clips force some drops of milk out, and she licks them up, squeezing to get even more out. The human, bitch now, I guess, pulls the red rope out and hands it to Madam.

"Slave, you'll get me being nice after I've had my fun; don't expect it before then. Bitch may get it, but you won't. So be a good girl, or this will be a long night," Madam warns. She straightens the rope and starts to bind my breast, forcing a steady trickle of milk out. I hear a sharp slap and a muffled yelp behind me, then see bitch walk back to the cabinet and grab another gag, a ring gag. I open my mouth wide so Madam doesn't hit me. A crisp slap fills the room as I whence yet again. She won't care that I've predicted her needs and hit me anyway. Bitch slowly works that gag into my mouth and hands the strings to Madam to tie.

She then goes back and grabs a lot more rope, a but plug, and more clips. She hands the rope over and forces the plug into my ass dry. Madam starts to bind my hands behind my back, completing several knots before bitch manages to get the plug in. Pain sprawls from my ass, and for good measure, bitch gives it a good slap. Out of commands, she starts to nurse on my right breast. Greedily taking my milk.

Madam forces me to bend at the waist, almost ninety degrees. She attaches a rope to my arms and binds them to the ceiling. Then, Madam picks my right leg up, tying it to the ceiling. After that, she adds a decorative rope to my midsection, my hair being part of that tie on the backside, forcing my head to look straight. The breast, shibari, and arm bind also cause my wings to be bound.

"Looking so good. I'm almost ready to start the real play. Just the final touches," the devil taunts. She takes the clip from the sucking bitch and places them in a line on my stomach over my new tattoo, skipping my penis, but my clit isn't as lucky. Each one causes a whimper to escape my gag.

She starts to circle me, admiring her newest masterpiece. She's good. I'm not pinched anywhere. Eventually, the rope will dig into my skin, but for now, I don't feel any pain from it. Madam starts running her nails along my skin, her spade tail occasionally flicking my body.

Bitch is still greedily sucking my endless milk out. Her free hands cup the milk trickling out of my left tit. She forces me to drink it every so often.

After ten circles, Madam grabs bitch by the hair and shoves her onto the bed. Madam then begins stripping her. I can't see it. I just hear it. A few moments later, the sounds disappeared. Madam walks across my vision, her tail slaps me on the cheek, and she rummages through my toy cabinet. Her tail waves, threatening to lash out at any time.

She finds a bit of rope and a strapon and walks back, giving me another slap from her tail. I think she starts putting the items on bitch.  I hear them both start walking and then they appear before me. Madam put bitch into a simple shibari, looks lovely on her. It goes around both breasts, then a diamond below that, around her belly button, and finally circles her legs. The strapon is my smallest one, which surprises me.

Bitch twirls in front of me seems Madam likes to show off her work. Then steps forward and pushes the dildo through the ring. It doesn't reach very deep, but having her fully inserted blinds me to all but her stomach.

"Hands up bitch. Legs spread. There you go," Madam orders. "Now, slave, she won't always be like this, but I think it is a good starting position. I think you need a few more decorations." I hear my toys being moved around again. Then that stops, and Madam's heels click, informing me she walks behind me.

"Now slave, don't worry, this piece won't be on the entire time," Madam says ominously. Followed by a burning pain on the head of my penis. Then I feel the cage get forced on. Some mana enters it, causing my dick to shrink so she can get it on fully. This one has a small rod that goes into my urethra. When my erection starts coming back, it'll force the rod farther down. This is one of the worst devices she has gifted me. "This cage is wonderful. It keeps you from leaking all over our floor and makes it easier to access your pussy," giving it a nice slap, causing the clips to sway, increasing the pain. "Now the slave is perfect to begin." I sense some mana move behind me, but I don't know what it did. I doubt I'll have to wait long to find out.