Artwork by ArtOfVenus
“TO THE VICTOR GOES THE SPOILS…so come, girls…you belong to ME now.”
Mistress Eva, succubus extraordinaire, has won Kara and Evie in the poker game.
She wastes no time laying claim to her lovely new slave girls.
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“Aright,” the snotling called out, suddenly more lively and confident sounding than before. “Let’s finish this…what’s ya all gots?”
Kara and Evie tensed up, knowing the moment was at hand when they would learn their fate.
Would they be claimed by Braggo Gorgutz, the vicious and vindictive orc warlord? By Marv, the lecherous and permanently horny frog-man? By Dipschitz, the slimy little snotling? Or by the mysterious Lady Eva, who had enthralled them by detailing her plans for their ‘lovely bodies?’
There was nearly a riot when the snotling tossed his cards down, claiming to have ‘four aces.’ It’s unlikely the ‘A’s that he drew on the cards with a black sharpie would have passed scrutiny – even if the dealer hadn’t already turned a ‘fifth’ ace on the flop.
Braggo laid his cards next, showing two pair, tens high. Marv snorted at that and laid down his three jacks, feeling confident they would stand.
All eyes turned to Lady Eva, who had a perturbed look on her face. “Oh dear,” she said smoothly, displaying two of her cards by tucking them between Evie’s outstretched toes. “It seems my pair of kings can’t beat your three jacks…”
“Oooh! Yes!!” Marv cried out, leaning over the upturned faces of the gagged blondes. “I knew it! I knew I’d…”
“BUT…” Lady Eva interrupted, placing three more cards between Kara’s toes. “Fortunately they brought these three lovely sixes with them.” She shot Marv a look across the table and laughed as his cigar dropped from his mouth. “That’s right – six…six…six…”
“Faaaaaaack!” Marv shouted, throwing his cards down in anger. Braggo just shook his head and glared at the cowering Dipschitz.
Lady Eva rose from her chair with a wicked grin. She ignored the angry looks of her competitors, keeping her eyes fixed on the two lovely prizes she’d just won.
Kara and Evie had exchanged quick glances of alarm when Lady Eva revealed her cards, but now, the trembling girls were transfixed by the sensuous woman standing over them. They felt like helpless prey pinned to the tabletop, like frightened does frozen in the spotlight of her gaze.
She motioned to her kobold attendants to approach. “Remove their restraints and clamps…but leave the collars on.”
Moments later, the attendants had helped the girls from the table and into a kneeling position on the floor. They gave them water and let them stretch their stiff muscles for a moment.
Kara worked her aching jaw loose from the strict positioning of the gag and rubbed her chafed wrists. Evie tended her tormented nipples, still recovering from the vise-like grip of the clamps.
Meanwhile, across the room, Lady Eva bid her competitors farewell – despite the fact none of them particularly felt like congratulating her. Each had had specific reasons they wanted the girls so badly, and were lamenting the lost opportunity to claim them.
Marv was sullen and disbelieving that he had let his trophy girls slip through his fingertips. He worried they would not be able to keep their promise to make a return visit to Frog City if they remained in the service of Lady Eva – or worse, if they didn’t survive her.
The orc was furious that his plans for revenge on the girls had fallen through. He’d already been dreaming of the torments they’d endure in his dungeon – and in his bed. He loudly blamed the snotling for cheating and threatened to crush him into the table.
The snotling was whining and protesting that it wasn’t his fault. He was just as dismayed at losing the opportunity for two prime breeding slaves to rebuild his lost clan – and to watch litters of his progeny feeding at the breasts of the very women who killed off his last tribe.
The kobold attendants brushed out the girls’ hair, cleaned up their hair, and did their best to make them presentable to their new mistress. “Hurry, drink up that water,” one handler hissed. “You don’t know when you’ll be allowed more.”
“Is it true, she’s a demoness? Or a succubus?” Kara whispered to the attendant applying blush to her cheeks. “Is she really going to ‘torment our bodies day and night,’ as she threatened?”
“Best not to wonder what The Mistress is, and focus only on pleasing her,” hissed the other kobold. “Question nothing, give her everything, and you may survive this.”
“But is she going to drain our sexual energies, and drink from our souls?” asked Evie, loudly enough to make her handler cringe. “Or is she just going to do all that stuff with the floggers and hanging us from our ankles and other punishments that she went on and on about?”
The kobold attendants exchanged a glance and a soft snicker at the eager look in Evie’s eyes.
“I’ll promise you this,” the kobold before Evie replied, brushing the blonde’s hair from her eyes. “If you die at her hands, you will drown in an ocean of pleasure, and with smiles on your faces.”
Kara gave a skeptical frown, while Evie’s eyes seemed to brighten even more.
“Hush, here she comes,” the attendant nearest Kara hissed.
“What is that saying,” Lady Eva asked her attendants rhetorically as she strode up to them. “To the victor, go the spoils?” She clipped leashes to Evie and Kara’s collars and drew the chains taut.
“Come, girls…you belong to ME now.”
(to be continued)
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