Estaria was jolted half awake by something she wasn't fully awake to comprehend, and then brought gently awake by the natural flow of sleep. Her wounds had been patched up very well - either Druchii medicine or the system, but there was barely anything visible to tell she had been wounded - and the bed was a nice sort. Nicer than back in the city they had been in. Sliding out of the sheets and heading over to the wardrobe, she rummaged through it and pulled out a new maid uniform. Sure, it was not the best thing to wear after having just been attacked and narrowly avoiding getting raped by a sadistic monster in it, but this one was cute. It was more stately, less sultry. The skirt reached her ankles and it covered her body like a proper Maid should. Though, it seemed to be made out of some strange, shiny material that crinkled and crackled as she pulled it on. It was tight, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. More like a supporting kind of tight. Finally, a pair of white gloves glistened in the light, and she pulled them on, up to her elbows. The feeling was definitely unique, but one she could learn to love. And the smell was a surprisingly….arousing one. Damn Druchii and their sexy clothes...Turning back, and catching sight of this shiny maid uniform in the mirror, she was suddenly hit with the situation. Filnon….had saved her life.

Before, Estaria had jumped into Filnon’s arms because it was the only safe harbour in a world of storms, the only thing that made sense to her, the only thing that wasn’t repulsive and disgusting to behold. But it was not true love, it was simply avoidance, simply running from the issue. But this...her heart was beating faster, and the latex dress rubbing her in all the right places whenever she made the slightest move. The idea that Filnon actually cared for her, actually loved her was...intense. And as her body warmed up and a wet spot appeared on her silk panties, she felt the passion return for the Druchii woman. The whole situation with Filnon was a precarious one, that was filled with doubt and lacking confidence, and propagated by the superhuman psychosis of the system. But here, and now, was real feelings for her. Real love for the woman who supported her, protected her, gave her a home and a life and a feeling of being wanted. A woman who cared for a slave enough to save her life rather than just letting her die and get a new one…

Hands went unbidden to her breasts, and crotch. Groping and rubbing, she watched in the mirror as her every action fueled her pleasure, and then watching it in repeat fueled it even more. Estaria’s gasp of pleasure became moans as the wet patch in her panties grew, and grew. Teasing her erect nipples through the tight fabric, she pulled on the nipple rings and yelped as the painful pleasure raged through her system. Needing more, she lifted the skirt up and dropped her panties, the shiny glove slipping into her wet crotch and giving her a whole new experience. She couldn’t help letting out a loud moan of pleasure as the material turned her from wet to soaking. Her fingers slipped in and out, going deeper and harder with every thrust. Her back arched against the bedpost, her eyes closed and breath going out in gasps. She felt so hot, so breathless. Her gloves were dripping and pooling into her panties, and her overwhelming need was growing and growing. But not….not peaking. However hard she tried, she couldn’t get off, couldn’t push herself to that final edge. It was maddening. And she couldn’t stop. Just, kept, driving herself further and further up with no release. She was going to die or go mad or go mad and die if she went any further, but she couldn’t stop herself. Every part of her body was acting independently of itself now and all she could do was be lost in the pleasure.

“Cum for me, Ma Klath ae Kheir” Filnon’s words suddenly entered Estaria’s ears. As enthralled in the moment as she was, she didn’t hear the woman approach, only heart her speak as if she appeared from thin air. And so with an intense shudder, she was racked with a violent orgasm that had her on her knees, gasping for breath like she was going to pass out soon. And then a gentle hand on her head, stroking her hair gently. “Mmm, lovely~” Filnon would slid to the floor and pull Estaria into her embrace, smiling gently. “So, looks like you found the new uniform. And, had fun with it even” Filnon teased. Estaria’s glazed eyes looked over and even half-lidded with sexual fatigue and the rest rolled back into her head, she was glaring at the woman. “Hey now. You are the one who started all this. I just helped you along since it seemed you were struggling” ever the Tease, Filnon would torment her shiny little Maid in every possible conceivable way.

“Where did you even get it?” Estaria asked after she had recovered enough to ask questions.

“I got an alchemist friend. He picked up these cool new plants from Lustria and decided to experiment with them. This is what he came up with. From his experiments, it rubs you all the right ways and keeps a slave in constant heat. And as you saw, it’s effects on sensitive flesh is….considerable. I got the first set but you’ll be seeing more girls like you dressed up like this in the future” Filnon finished, gently kissing Estaria’s neck. The idea of being constantly in heat in this place was...not a good one for Estaria, but she latched onto something else instead.

“That...sounds like it takes a while, how long was I even out?” Estaria asked. Though, she had no frame of reference what happened when Zarh took her out, so it could be that even she took a few days to recover from wounds like what she took.

“Three days, though we did sedate you to ensure that you didn’t get up and start running around again like the crazy little toy you are. I won’t have my property damaging itself, so of course I am going to take care of you” Filnon kissed the top of Estaria’s head and somehow managed to be endearing and condescending in the same sentence. Treating Estaria like a beloved teddy bear that was nice to hug at nights. Though somehow, given the rest of the Druchii race, Estaria didn’t seem to mind….And then, Filnon reached down to play with Estaria’s still engorged clitoris, rolling it in her fingers and tugging on the stud in there. Estaria lost all ability to think, and was just moaning putty in Filnon’s hands as she played with the girl, pushing her to the brink of the orgasm before her hand went away and just left the woman whining for release.

“But onto more serious matters. You aren’t allowed to play with yourself without my permission. I’ll let you off this time because I caught the end of it, but you are still going to get some punishment for your disobedience~” Filnon’s voice was filled with elation, and Estaria took on an abashed and slightly worried look. Whatever this woman had planned would not be good….

* * * *

Gods above, the woman had a strong hand. Getting dragged down the main street of a new place by her collar’s leash, Estaria tried her best to walk normally, but it was hard. Her ass was a mass of sore flesh from where Filnon’s paddle had cracked against it, and she did not spare her the supernatural strength of the system. Of course, Gromril Skin soaked a lot of the force, but it still stung like crazy. And the tight underwear she was forced into, made of the same material as the dress, was just making things worse, pressing mercilessly against the sore ass. All in all, she waddled down the street like some deranged animal. And the underwear had the added disadvantage of doing exactly as advertised and rubbing in all the right - or wrong, depending on how you saw it - ways. All in all, the walk was murder for her, and all her focus went on just keeping one foot in front of the other and not collapsing to her knees. It was cruelty in the extreme, and when she finally got to stop and have a rest, she was thankful for all of about three seconds before noticing that there were a lot of people around her. But the most intimidating one was the one that Filnon was looking at. A black nameplate above her head “Crone Hellebron, Blood Queen of Har Ganeth”. The amount of power this woman would have to have, to appear Black to a level 55 was….astounding. And her beauty was immense as well. Estaria found herself enthralled by the sheer waves of power and otherworldly beauty she was putting out.

“Lady Hellebron” Filnon bowed, and then tugged Estaria to the forefront. “This is my slave, Estaria. She is the one Italked about. An excellent pit fighter...among other things” Filnon smirked. The Druchii around her chattered among themselves, but Hellebron came over and began to stroke Estaria’s body, playing with her body the way Filnon would when wanting to rile Estaria without giving her anything. The nipple rings were tweaked, her ass groped - to a strangled cry of pain from Estaria - and the skirt flipped to stroke the smooth folds of her wet crotch. Finally, with all her checks done, the wet fingers were forced into Estaria’s mouth, and she suckled on them, blushing deeply at the humiliation but so far aroused that it turned her on to be used like this. And then her mouth was free of the choking fingers, and she coughed, gasping for breath.

“This one is firm, and delectable, her clothes strange and her manners good. Leave her here for the night, and we shall return her to you in the morning. There, we will speak about having her in my glorious arena” Hellebron spoke in Druhir, not sullying her tongue with the speeches of man. But, Estaria had been around it enough for the System to have translated. Still, she didn’t speak, and kept her eyes on the ground. What being left here for the night entailed couldn’t have been anything good, but Filnon accepted anyway, and that was that. Estaria was left to whatever fate these sniggering Wych Elves wanted to do to her….