Chapter 14: Your wish is an order!
When Linde fled Artys' quarters, she covered her flushed appearance with her hands; she was so ashamed she wished she could die. She'd greatly hurt her pride as a dominatrix to be trapped and dominated. The fact that she had carelessly given her virginity to Artys was another point of contention on her mind. Although in the past she had enjoyed humiliating men through physical displays of dominance, she had never directly engaged in sexual activity before. For all her arrogance, she was completely inexperienced, until now.
There was only one way to forget this humiliation, taking it out on his current toy. She resolved to be especially brutal with Andar later today. She had no desire to inform anyone, especially her father, of her misfortune. If she did, her reputation as a domineering young woman would be completely ruined; after all, she had her chastity taken away by the young man she was supposed to kill; and she couldn't lose her face like that. Instead, she chose to find a way to get revenge on Artys. Somehow, she would find a way to get revenge. Or so she told herself. Her conflicting state of subconscious thoughts told a different story.
***
Artys treated the morning like any other; he had to pretend as if nothing had happened. The likelihood that Linde would inform anyone of the feat the two had done the night before was slim and even if she did decide to speak up, it would only accelerate her plan to expose her brother; as such, the likelihood of her father finding out and demanding he take responsibility was virtually non-existent. He understood Linde's type; she would not easily tell others how she drugged herself and begged a young man like Artys to mate with her. So Artys decided to continue his day and begin training the 500 recruits who had already arrived in Runestone.
"Everyone, look to the left!" Artys sighed.
Some recruits look left and some look right. So they began to "glance discreetly" at each other. Someone who is not confident sees the opposite direction of others around them and immediately changes direction. But, unfortunately, many began to look in the right direction, but turned around and looked right under the wrong direction of the recruits around them...
It got even more tragic with the driving training. When Artys yelled "turn left", it was also a mess. Someone turned left and someone turned right, the scene was noisy. Someone saw the opposite direction of people around them, so they turned 180 degrees again, it was so funny...
Almost forgot, the common people in this medieval period? Basically illiterate, nobody can teach them to distinguish. They were born humble, and could only work as slaves. And the nobles regarded them as animals that walked on two legs without even looking at them.
Okay, let's get to the basics.
In order for recruits to distinguish between left and right, someone came up with a way to make recruits take their shoes off their right foot and only let their left foot wear shoes. So when training, turn left and shout "shoes", and turn right shout "foot". That way, recruits would quickly distinguish them. After that, slowly replace the words "shoes" and "feet" with left and right.
Sure enough, after making everyone take off one of their shoes, the situation immediately improved a lot.
And so he continued training until later.
***
After finishing his training, Artys reentered the castle and headed for the dining room, where the family sat calmly as if completely unaware of the scandalous activities Artys had committed the night before. Even Linde appeared to have partially recovered from the disaster and was sitting peacefully next to Andar. It was only when she saw Artys that she glared at him menacingly. Sure, the young temptress wouldn't easily bend to her will, but that was okay; He would enjoy the process.
After sitting at the table and eating with his family he relaxed. However, Linde's cold eyes never let Artys out of her sight. As if she was watching him, wary that he might try something right then and there. However, when she saw Artys' peaceful expression as he completely ignored her and acted as if nothing had happened overnight, she was outraged inside.
'That bastard won't pay any attention to me after what happened last night! Was it completely meaningless to him? How can he treat me like this? I swear by the seven that you will bow to my will before the week is through!'
After drinking from her goblet, she nearly gasped when she realized it was wine, the same taste of wine that had made her lose herself in lust the night before. Despite being an ordinary wine, she began to feel restless and dizzy, which did not go unnoticed by the others.
Cheeks flushed, Linde responded to the others' curious glances in the most dignified way she could.
"I'm afraid I've had too much wine, Andar can you take me to my quarters?"
Andar tensed when he heard these words; he was completely unaware that Linde had changed his plan by trying to drug and enslave Artys the night before; he figured she would wait at least a few weeks before trying to plot against the young man. After being chastised for his failure, he was certain she would be wise about his attempt to murder her brother.
Soon the two left the dining room.
After Andar closed the door on his way out, Linde locked the lock behind him and crawled into bed while hugging his knees as he stared out the window in deep thought.
'What's happening to me? Why am I suddenly like this?'
Memories of the passionate night he had spent with Artys filled his head, and the ecstasy he felt when he had what he wanted with her. She couldn't help but be incredibly excited at the thought of being treated this way by a strong, domineering young man like Artys.
Lost in her thoughts, Linde suddenly shook her head to rid herself of all the unnecessary notions that plagued her mind. She would come back tonight, though, this time she would be the one to make him beg! Or so she told herself. Her body was much more honest than her mind.
***
By midnight Linde was at Artys' door again.
"You again? Don't tell me you're here for more?"
Linde prepared an official statement; she even came up with a plan to be able to subdue Artys and return to her usual self. However, the moment she looked at him in her doorway with a look as if he didn't care at all about her, something in her mind broke. She could no longer deny the affection she had for the young man; maybe he really was the only one but not her slave, maybe he was her master? She shook her head in indignation and resolved to stay strong. As she thought, Artys looked at the whip in her hands and glared at her coldly before asking about her intentions.
"And what do you intend to do with it?"
Hearing Artys' words immediately snapped Linde out of her trance; she began to breathe heavily as she knelt before Artys and handed him her whip.
Seeing this action, Artys was shocked; she broke faster than he thought she would. He waited a moment for Linde to explain herself, and finally she said the words he wanted to hear.
"Please punish me, master..."
With this action, Linde confirmed it for herself; a switch was flipped in her brain; she was no longer a sadistic dominatrix, but a masochistic slave, and she couldn't be happier.
And just like that, it was another night of 'exercise'.
When the sun rose, Linde had bolted from her room like a frightened rabbit once again. Although she had begun the process of submission, there was still a lot of pride in her heart and it would take some time to fully give herself to Artys.
Over the next week, Artys would spend the day's time handling the training of the recruits. Their training was going better than he expected, he got them to start practicing turtle formations. He also introduced beeps with whistles for them to remember, making the whole training process faster.
Linde is clear; she purposely teased Artys in small ways discreetly every day, so she returned to his quarters at night to be punished for her actions. She was slowly but surely becoming honest with herself. By the end of the week, his heart and soul had finally yielded to her and, by extension, Artys' wishes. At dawn on the first day of the new week, Linde didn't slip out of Artys' grasp, but snuggled into his arms, a warm smile on her face as she poked her finger into his chest.
"And now, master?"
Artys looked at her. Did she seriously call him Master out of her own free will? Usually she only called him that when she was aroused, and she was clearly in a very calm state at the moment.
After a full week of intercourse, the girl seemed to be truly and totally loyal to Artys. After thinking about the girl's question for some time in silence, he finally answered.
"What comes next… I won't lie to you. It will be very dangerous for you, but if you complete it with satisfactory results, I will reward you."
Light gleamed in Linde's eyes as she heard the last part of Artys' sentence as she held his hand.
"Anything for you, master!"
Artys chuckled, pulled her close, and whispered in her ear.
"I want you to spy on your father and brother for me..."
Of course, he didn't need information from her. This would be a test of whether she would be completely loyal to him.
He expected her to show some resistance; after all, her training only lasted a week, but instead, there was no hesitation in his voice as she returned the whisper as she breathed into his ear.
"Your wish is an order."
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