The compound felt like a city in miniature, but one built entirely for women. I had been tasked with errands that day—fetching items, delivering messages, carrying goods—and each step reminded me of my place here.
I complained endlessly at first, muttering under my breath about how ridiculous it was to run around like some servant-in-training. But the discipline was swift. A stern glance, a subtle gesture from one of the female guards, and my protests dissolved. Action became instinct, and begrudgingly, I moved.
Walking the courtyards, I began noticing patterns. Every male I passed was treated like air—or worse, trash. Even the lowest-ranking women walked with confidence, heads held high, eyes straight ahead. The guards were all women. Their authority was absolute, and even a flick of one's wrist could make me bow, kneel, or sprint to obey.
By the time night fell, exhaustion had taken over my body. I returned to my room—a cramped space that barely resembled a bedroom, a cot in one corner, a small table, and a single dim lantern. It wasn't the lavish chambers I'd glimpsed in Kira's domain, but it was mine… at least nominally.
I collapsed onto the cot, groaning. "What a day," I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples. "I swear, if I survive this, it'll be a miracle."
Then the door creaked open.
I froze. My eyes widened as one of the guards—tall, imposing, yet strangely seductive—stepped inside. She had been watching me all day, subtle glances that made my skin crawl and tingle at the same time. Her presence was commanding, and she moved as if she owned the room already.
"Oh…" I croaked, pushing myself up. "Is there… something I can do for you?" I added a sarcastic edge, though my pulse betrayed me.
She smirked. "As a matter of fact… yes."
Before I could react further, she moved closer, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. One swift push, and I stumbled back onto the cot. My breath hitched.
She straddled me, lifting her gown in one smooth motion, revealing the soft curve of her thighs, her bare skin practically glowing in the dim light. My eyes instinctively widened.
"I wanted… you," she murmured, leaning forward, pressing her chest against mine. "Before anyone else has the chance."
Her hips rocked gently against me, teasing, coaxing. Her hands trailed down my arms, gripping, claiming, a subtle dominance I had no choice but to acknowledge. I swallowed, tension knotting in my stomach.
After the day I'd endured—being ordered around, corrected, chastised—I realized something. Maybe I should let this happen. Let her dominance wash over me, let it cool the fire of my exhaustion and fear.
I adjusted, letting my hands move instinctively. My palms pressed against her hips, pulling her closer, exploring, responding to her motions. She moaned softly, her breath hot against my neck.
> [System Notice: Obedience rewarded. Increased favor with female authority figures.]
I ignored the chime at first, lost in the heat of the moment. Her movements grew bolder, harder, her hips rolling with increasing urgency against mine. I gripped her, pulling her down onto me, matching her rhythm. Her moans became louder, sharper, a symphony of want and power.
I felt myself lose all hesitation, all restraint. My body reacted to hers in ways I hadn't anticipated. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails pressing just enough to draw gasps from me, her thighs clenching with a strength I struggled to match.
> [Quest Update: Satisfy Mistress-level authority figure.]
[Reward: +3 Stamina | +2 Endurance.]
My heart raced. Each motion, each gasp, each shuddering moan from her was a lesson in submission, and I was the willing pupil. I pulled her closer, harder, feeling the warmth, the slickness, the undeniable force of her body moving against mine.
She leaned forward, pressing her lips to my ear. "Don't stop. Make me feel it. Make me remember you."
I obeyed without thought. My hips thrust upward to meet hers, hard and fast, my hands gripping her ass, pulling her flush against me. Her moans became cries, and I could feel her body trembling with the pleasure I was causing.
The intensity built, sweat dripping down my back, my own muscles screaming with the effort, when a distant rumble reached my ears. At first, I thought it was the wind through the compound, but then I heard it again—the unmistakable clatter of hooves on stone.
My chest tightened. The guards outside snapped to attention. "That sound…?" I whispered, panting, unsure if I wanted an answer.
Before anyone could explain, the sound of wheels scraping on the courtyard stones grew louder. A massive carriage appeared, gilded and grand, the emblem of the Mansion glinting on its sides. My stomach twisted.
> [System Alert: Presence of higher authority detected.]
[Directive: Maintain performance. Rewards scale with Mistress satisfaction.]
The captain of the guard, beneath me, groaned softly but didn't stop. She was intense, commanding even in pleasure, and my hands squeezed and pulled as I followed her rhythm. But the sound of the carriage—the herald of the Grand Mistress—sent a shiver down my spine.
I could hear the guards rushing out, the clamor of their boots and voices echoing in the courtyard. The captain of the guard didn't pause, but her eyes flicked briefly to the window, assessing the chaos outside while keeping me pressed firmly beneath her.
Then, a voice boomed across the compound. "Welcome, Mother," Kira's tone sharp, commanding, carrying above the clamor. I realized she had come out of her building to greet her mother, standing regal and proud at the edge of the courtyard.
The carriage slowed to a halt, horses stamping impatiently. Servants and guards moved quickly to attend the Grand Mistress, pulling back the doors, helping her descend. Even from here, her aura was undeniable, radiating power and authority that made the air itself feel heavier.
The captain of the guard beneath me groaned again, tightening her hold. "Do you see that, pet?" she murmured into my ear, hips moving faster, grinding me against her with deliberate force. "That's the one who commands all of this. That is true authority. And you're right here, serving… me, while she arrives."
I swallowed hard. Yes, the thought should have terrified me. And part of it did. But another part—a darker, forbidden part—thrived in the mix of fear and raw, unrelenting pleasure. My hands roamed freely over her hips and ass, gripping and adjusting as she rode me, her moans harsh, raw, filling the room.
Outside the carriage doors swung open fully, and the Grand Mistress stepped down, every inch a ruler born to dominate. The courtyard erupted in activity around her—guards rushing to greet, servants bowing, the air thick with formality.
Kira's sharp eyes met hers across the distance. She smirked, curtsying just slightly before straightening, radiating confidence and power. My gaze flicked between them, the captain of the guard beneath me, and the now-chaotic courtyard.
I groaned as the captain pulled me harder into her, whispering against my ear, "Keep going, pet. Let her see what she will inherit—what her daughter trains her toys to be."
My mind spun, overwhelmed by the erotic tension, the fear, and the awe of what was unfolding outside. Kira's mother was here. And the compound had transformed in an instant into her stage.
Even as I obeyed, even as the captain of the guard continued to grind, guiding me with her skillful hips, the reality pressed in: this was only the beginning. The presence of the Grand Mistress, Kira standing proud and defiant before her mother, the entire compound buzzing with attention—it was a world where I had no choice but to obey.