Visenya’s Punishment

Visenya awoke on the cold floor of her cell, her head throbbing relentlessly and a sense of disorientation washing over her. The harsh sunlight pierced through a small window above, stabbing at her eyes like daggers. She gingerly stood up, attempting to steady herself, but her balance betrayed her, causing her to stumble more than once. With blurred and doubled vision, she managed to locate the lavatory.

Grateful for the enclosed space that provided a semblance of privacy, Visenya couldn't help but reflect on the plight of the slaves in years past. Vampires and dragons crammed twenty or more slaves into each cell, forcing them to share a single lavatory that offered little in terms of privacy. In most cases, a solitary commode stood exposed for all to see, exposing the vulnerable moments of those unfortunate souls.

As she approached the lavatory, a wave of revulsion washed over Visenya, confirming her expectations that it was as disgusting as she presumed it would be. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror above the sink, she staggered towards it, desperately attempting to wash away the dried blood from her vicious nosebleed. The putrid stench emanating from the commode assaulted her senses, causing her to retch into the sink, intensifying the already unbearable pain in her head.

“These effects should wear off in a couple of days. It’ll be more bearable if you shift,” Delilah suggested.

Delilah's voice blared inside Visenya’s head, causing another wave of pain and nausea. She hastily removed her flimsy clothing, desperate to shift and find immediate relief. As soon as she transformed, the piercing torture in her head subsided to a dull ache. Though her collar felt snug in her wolf form, the pressure of the spikes paled in comparison to the agony she had previously endured.

She wearily returned to her cell and slumped to the floor, completely overcome by the physical and mental stress she had endured. Her thoughts became muddled, rendering her unable to speak or even fight the heaviness that weighed down her eyelids. Succumbing to exhaustion, she drifted off to sleep, momentarily escaping from the weight of her troubles.

However, her tranquility was abruptly shattered when she was rudely awakened by another bucket of cold water being flung at her. It was like experiencing déjà vu as Lucian loomed over her, his face etched with deep dissatisfaction.

"Did I give you permission to shift?" He chastised, his words dripping with disdain.

Visenya immediately shifted back into her natural form, gracefully curling up on her elbows and knees with her head bowed. Every inch of her glistening body was drenched from the water he had poured on her, leaving her shimmering under the light. Unable to resist, his eyes traced over her naked body, taking in the captivating sight before him. His heartbeat quickened, and that unruly muscle in his pants, which he had finally managed to subdue to a semi, rapidly transformed into a fully engorged and pulsating erection once again.

From the moment she had arrived at the palace, his body was hell-bent on mating with her, despite his efforts to fight every instinct. One part of him couldn't even look at her without the painful reminder of her father, who had taken everything from him, while the other part wanted to pounce on top of her and bury himself deep inside her.

The provocative slave outfit he had given her only added fuel to the fire, intending to humiliate and degrade her, but instead, it intensified his desire. He despised her for making him want her so bad and cursed the gods for pairing him with such a seductress.

"Are you going to answer me or just cower at my feet?" He ridiculed.

Visenya muttered, "No."

"No what? Use your words, mutt," he demanded.

"...No, you did not give me permission," she answered.

"Well, let me make it crystal clear to you then that you do not shift unless I allow it. Is that understood?" He asserted with authority.

"Yes, Lucian," she responded meekly.

"It's master! Master! Get that through your dull-witted head!" He snapped, his voice filled with anger. "You are not worthy of speaking my name!"

"Master... I-I'm sorry, master," she stammered, her voice quivering as tears streamed down her face.

Lucian sighed, rolling his eyes at the sight of her tears, "Stop fucking crying. Get up and compose yourself."

Visenya wiped away her tears and stood up, disregarding any attempt to cover her nakedness. She made a conscious effort to avoid making eye contact with the intimidating dragon. Meanwhile, Lucian, on the other hand, had to practically tear his eyes away from her, furious that he would now be spending another day with a painful erection.

"Put your clothes on and meet me outside in two minutes," he commanded.

"Yes, master," she responded, her tone filled with obedience.

Lucian left her cell, and she hurriedly put her pitiful clothing back on. When she joined him outside, he was staring off into the distance. At first, she didn't think anything of it until she saw a horde coming their way. She stepped out further to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her, but to her dismay, they were not. It was a very large group of humans headed their way in shackles.

"You lied to me! You fucking lied to me!" Visenya raged.

"You better watch your tone when you're speaking to me!" Lucian demanded.

"You promised to spare them! You assured me that if I obeyed you, they would be spared!" Visenya's voice trembled with outrage.

"I told you I would spare your people! Look around, do you see any Lycans?!" Lucian exclaimed.

"They are just as much my people as any Lycan!" She shot back. "You can't enslave them! Many of them have never been slaves a day in their lives! How do you expect them to adjust to that lifestyle?!"

Lucian yanked the chain of her collar, forcing her down to her knees. "The same way I expect you to. Now fix your tone, dog, or I'll fix it for you."

Visenya glared at Lucian with blatant loathing, and he interpreted her bold stare as a direct challenge. Having warned her against testing him, he believed she had brought this upon herself. With a firm grip on her arm, he forcefully pulled her to her feet and led her back into the imposing castle.

Expecting to be confined once again in her dismal cell, Visenya's heart skipped a beat when Lucian abruptly veered in a different direction, leading her down the stairs into the depths of the basement. As they reached the center, Lucian forcefully pulled back a crimson rug, revealing a concealed latch beneath. Without hesitation, he pulled on the latch, unveiling a hidden lower level shrouded in eerie darkness.

"Wait... no," she pleaded as she took two steps back. "I'm sorry..."

Lucian stepped towards her, but she spun around quickly and bolted for the stairs. He ran up from behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and carrying her down into the hole. She begged him not to put her down there, but he was unshakable. He chained her to the wall and ripped a piece of her skirt to fashion a makeshift blindfold, robbing her of her night vision.

By the time he had finished chaining and blindfolding her, she was completely hysterical. No matter how much she begged and promised him that she'd be good, he remained resolute, unmoved by her words.

"I'm certain that your behavior will improve significantly after a day in here," he stated with conviction.

"No!" She cried out, her voice filled with despair.

Lucian shut the door, plunging her into an abyss of complete darkness and a chilling silence.