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A Lesson on Healing

“Hello, Noelle.” The Traveler materialized in the Serenitea Pot with a gentle whoosh of displaced air.

“Good morning, Master.” Noelle, the maid to the Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt, curtseyed prettily as she greeted her companion. “Thank you for inviting me to your domain, sir.”

“Do you know why I invited you here?” The Traveler toyed with his Geo-aligned powers, juggling small pebbles in the air without touching them.

“N-no sir.” Noelle glanced around at the empty landscape. The house was unfurnished still, and didn’t require much effort to keep clean. There was a forge, but no materials, and anyway she was a maid and not a blacksmith.

“I asked Acting Grand Master Jean to give you some vacation time, so that I can train you myself.”

“Training, sir?” Noelle’s eyes lit up at the thought. What an honor it was to receive personal instruction from the famed Honorary Knight!

“You are a very selfish little thing, you know that?” The Traveler closed the distance between them and wrapped an arm around Noelle’s shoulder, pulling her tight against his side.

The maid gasped at the sudden intimacy, stiffening in surprise. “Master?” she whimpered.

“Did you notice that you do your best work to heal your companions when you yourself are injured?” The Traveler stroked light fingers up and down Noelle’s arm. With his free hand, he tapped her reproachfully on the nose. “That’s quite unkind of you, you know. So self absorbed. How will you ever become a proper Knight and servant to the people, when you can’t even heal your friends?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Noelle whispered, trembling at his touch. She truly had not noticed, but if it was true, then she needed correction. The Honorary Knight of Favonius had every right to discipline her, she told herself. This must be part of her training that he had mentioned. This was fine, she was in the wrong, she deserved this.

“I’m afraid I shall have to punish you, and teach you your mistake thoroughly so you don’t ever forget it again.” The Traveler wound his fingers through her hair and wrenched her head back sharply. “Didn’t you say the weight of stone was a comfort to you?” With a gentle shove, he guided Noelle to sit on her heels and then, using a whisper of power, shackled her ankles to the ground, her knees spread wide. 

Noelle cried out at the sudden weight of stone binding her legs, even as her hands flew up to her hair, trying in vain to relieve the pain of his grip.

“Now now, don’t struggle so, my sweet little maid. You know you deserve this.” Transferring his grip from her hair to her wrists, the Traveler summoned a pair of stone shackles that bound the maid with her arms stretched painfully overhead. “Look at you, so exposed, so helpless.” He smiled. “It suits you very well, don’t you think?”

“Please, Master,” Noelle whimpered, twisting to try and find any slack in the merciless stone. She deserved this, didn’t she? But she couldn’t help whispering, “Don’t do this.”

“No? Whyever not? Selfish little girls need to be punished, and taught to behave better.” The Honorary Knight leaned down and tipped up her chin with a light finger, forcing the maid to meet his eyes. “You know it’s true, my sweet.”

“M-Master!” Noelle protested, tears streaming down her face.

“Hush now, little girl,” the Traveler said in a poisonously gentle voice. He took out a small dagger and began cutting Noelle’s clothes away, tracing the tip just a bit harder into the fabric than necessary.

Noelle shook from the fear and pain, as the Traveler’s knife parted her clothes, and more often than not, her skin as well. “No, please, stop, have mercy!”

“Hmm.” The Traveler tapped his teeth with the bloody knife in thought. “No, I think not. No mercy for you.”

The maid sobbed and shook as her armor and clothes were stripped away, leaving her naked save for the blood trickling down her body.

“Ah, my dear sweet maid, how good you look like this.” The Traveler roamed a hand over her youthful breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until they stood swollen and stiff from her chest. She cried out in pain and humiliation, writhing to try and escape his unwelcome touch, but the stone that bound her had no yield in it. “Let me see, how shall we teach you this lesson?” 

Without warning, the Traveler pinched one nipple in a brutal grip and summoned a ring of stone, binding it in a cruel clamp, then repeated the process with the other nipple. Noelle panted and moaned, her whole body trembling at the shocking pain. The stones weighed her nipples down, dragging at her breasts until she wanted to lean forward to try and ease the pain, but her shoulders were already strained to their limits and could not give her any relief.

“Oh? Are they too heavy?” The Traveler toyed with the stones on Noelle’s nipples, making her breasts sway and bounce. The young maid wept, begging for him to stop, but this only spurred him to slap her hard across her breasts. The girl yelped at the sharp pain, then cried out again as the Traveler grabbed both nipples and yanked upward. “Dear sweet Noelle, you make such beautiful noises. And here in my teapot, there’s no one else to hear you but me.” The Traveler chuckled. 

He knelt before her, taking in the sight of her flushed and tear-stained face. She had shut her eyes tightly, trying in vain to hide from his assault. Her hair, normally so tidy and cute, was now a mess of tangles, sweat slicked and sticking to her forehead. Tenderly, the Traveler brushed her hair back from her face until it fell in smooth strands.

“Tell me you’re a selfish girl, Noelle.”

“Please stop, sir,” she begged.

“Selfish and disobedient too.” The Traveler clicked his tongue in disapproval as he pushed to his feet. “Well, we shall have to do something about that.”

With a gesture, he summoned a stone column, raising her up until she was eye to eye with him, if only she had opened her eyes. The Traveler let his hands meander over her body, pinching, prodding, finding all the little bloody cuts and prying at them until she shook with agony and shame. Then, he dipped his bloody fingers down to stroke her sex.

“No, please, don’t, please stop!” Noelle’s protests reached a new pitch of terror and desperation as his hand began to tease her lower lips. She writhed helplessly, trying to close her thighs or scoot away, all in vain. “I’m sorry! I’m selfish! Please stop!”

“Ah, my sweet maid, it’s far too late for that.” Parting her lower lips, the Traveler investigated her slit, and to his profound amusement, found her dripping wet. “What’s this? You seem to be enjoying my attention.”

“I’m not!” Noelle howled in desperate negation. “Please stop!” Her words were barely recognizable through her sobbing.

“Really? You’re not?” The Traveler inserted a finger, then two. They slid in with ease, lubricated by the maid’s unwilling arousal. Noelle groaned at the intrusion, the unfamiliar stretching sending cramps shooting up through her belly. “Because it sure feels to me like your body is enjoying itself. Here.”

The Traveler abruptly withdrew his fingers, causing Noelle to shiver and gasp. He shoved his fingers into her conveniently open mouth, coated with blood and her arousal. “Clean it up for me, won’t you, little maid?”

Noelle gagged on his fingers, the iron tang of blood not quite hiding an unfamiliar salty musk. Forced to choose between drooling around his hand and sucking, Noelle reluctantly slurped at the fingers wriggling in her mouth.

“Swallow, my dear. You wouldn’t want to make a mess now, would you?”

Tears rolling down her face, Noelle obeyed.

“Good girl.”

The maid sobbed with shame from the shudder of pleasure that wracked her body at the praise. The Traveler only laughed as he withdrew his fingers from her mouth with a sucking sound.

“My selfish, disobedient maid wants to be a good girl for me, huh?” His tone was light and teasing, wholly at odds with his actions. 

“Please no more, Master,” she moaned. “Please let me go.”

“Tsk, my little maid still hasn’t learned her lesson yet, it seems. How very naughty.” The Traveler brought his hands down in ringing slaps against Noelle’s inner thighs, ripping a scream from her throat at the sudden stinging agony. He clamped down, pinching her tender flesh brutally as she continued to scream, her voice growing ragged and hoarse as she tried to buck away from the pain.

From his pack, the Traveler retrieved a slender, whippy switch. It made an ominous swish as he cut the air with it. He traced the tip of it along the sensitive skin of her underarms, making her face contort in confusion as it tickled her. “Let’s get to your punishment.”

The weight of the stones held Noelle in place, implacable and unmoving, as the Traveler caned her exposed body, lashing her ribs, her belly, her breasts, her back, and her thighs as he circled her. As he beat her, he told Noelle in a soft, sweet voice, “You’re a selfish, disobedient maid, and you deserve to be punished.” He raised welts on her skin, burning lines of pain from which she could not escape. Her screams filled the air, swallowed by the emptiness of this strange pocket dimension, until her voice was shattered, and she could produce no more sounds than hoarse gasping whimpers.

“Tell me, my sweet. What have you learned today?” The Traveler asked in a kindly voice.

Noelle sobbed, nearly silent, unable to form words through the blazing agony. The Traveler waited patiently, petting her hair with gentle hands. At last, the maid worked her mouth and whispered, “I’m a selfish, disobedient maid, and I deserve to be punished, Master.”

“Oh?” The Traveler gripped her jaw and tilted her head up, scanning her face. Her eyes were glassy with pain, her face a mess of sweat, tears, and drool. “Hm, I don’t think you believe it yet. It’s very naughty of you to lie to your master.”

The young maid hiccuped in terror as fresh tears rolled down her face. “I’m sorry Master!”

“How sorry are you?” The Traveler asked, as his hands squeezed and pinched Noelle’s lash marks.

Desperately, Noelle searched for the right answer, an answer that would spare her more torture, but there were none. Between sobs of pain, the girl choked out, “Please punish me, Master!”

The Traveler released a sigh of deep satisfaction. “What a good girl you are. Remember that you asked for this, my dear. I’m only giving you what you begged for,” he told her. He stroked her lower lips once, twice, and then clamped down ruthlessly on her mound with his whole hand.

Noelle’s scream split the air as her body spasmed helplessly in agony.

The Traveler’s hand roamed further, exploring the girl’s folds again. He pinched and tugged at her labia, stretching them and pulling them away from her swollen clit. “You’re so wet, my little maid. Did you enjoy it that much?”

Noelle could only sob. As if the Traveler’s violation was not enough, even her body had betrayed her.

“Still so disobedient, I see. I asked you a question, little maid.” With a gesture, a finger of rock slammed into Noelle’s pussy, dragging another ragged scream from her throat.

“N-n-no Master,” Noelle stuttered, terror and pain tearing down her mind.

“Still so dishonest too,” the Traveler sighed. The finger of rock pulsed inside Noelle, thickening and pushing in deeper. “I suppose I’ll just have to punish you some more.”

The Traveler shifted the stones binding Noelle until she was pressed face down against the dirt, her arms wrenched behind her back and pulled up until her joints creaked in protest. The thrust of stone inside her shifted, pressing against her walls until her ass was high in the air. The shackles around her legs relaxed until her limbs were bent at roughly 90 degrees. Noelle moaned at the movement after such prolonged stillness, but before she could get used to the changed position, the Traveler began caning her newly exposed ass and the backs of her thighs.

It was hard to breathe in this new position, and Noelle’s vision started swimming as she gasped desperately for air, sobbing and screaming with each stroke of the Traveler’s switch. Every twitch and jerk her body made reminded her of the intrusive stone in her pussy. Periodically, the Traveler would pause in his assault, and the stone would pulse, thickening and pushing deeper inside her. By the time he was satisfied, her ass and thighs were a quivering mass of red, broken welts oozing blood even as her arousal leaked around the stone. Noelle had no more voice with which to scream. She lay on the stone, making broken whimpering noises, as her body twitched.

“My sweet little maid.” The Traveler ran his hands up and down her ruined skin. “Did you enjoy that? Be honest now,” he added, pinching her welts in warning.

Noelle choked in pain, then managed to push out a whisper. “Yes Master.”

“And what do we say when someone gives us something we enjoy?” Another warning pinch.

“Th-thank you, Master.”

“Good girl,” the Traveler praised. He lifted his hands from her ass, then brought them back down in a resounding spank across both cheeks.

Noelle discovered that she had enough breath for another scream.

“Good girls deserve a reward, don’t you think?” The Traveler patted her burning ass cheeks idly.

Between sobs of pain, the young maid managed to gasp, “Please, Master!”

The Traveler brought Noelle’s arms down to rest along her back. The relief didn’t last long. Lifting her head by her hair, the Traveler hauled her back until she was arching, belly up, her weight pinning her arms beneath her, legs bent painfully under her, head hanging back so far she couldn’t close her mouth. With a flick of his hand, the nipple stones rose into the air, stretching her tender breasts until they pulled a stuttering moan from her lips. 

The stone inside her pulsed, pulsed again, growing thicker with each surge of the Traveler’s power, until it stretched her insides, until she thought she would tear into pieces around its intrusion. Her face contorted in a silent scream of agony, and then her mouth was suddenly full.

The Traveler stroked her cheek tenderly as he fucked her throat, not stopping even when she gagged around his cock. “What a good girl you are,” he told her as he thrust into her mouth, chasing his pleasure using her body. “Such a good little maid.” He grunted as he came in her mouth, his seed filling her mouth with acrid bitterness. Noelle coughed and choked, spilling his seed down her face. It ran up her nose, into her eyes, her hair.

“For a maid, you’re awfully messy,” the Traveler taunted.

Noelle forced out an apology in between coughing fits. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“And now, for the rest of your reward.” The Traveler made a fist with one hand. A round, smooth stone floated up and positioned itself snugly against Noelle’s clit, then began to vibrate. The thick stone inside her began to move in and out, fucking her, as the vibrating stone increased in intensity.

Noelle tried to thrash, tried to escape, but she couldn't move. The weight of the stone held her, pinned her in place. There was nowhere to go, and she had no strength left in her limbs. The Traveler ripped orgasm after orgasm from her body, until her vision exploded with stars, until her lungs seized up, until her body gave out and her mind gave up and she collapsed limp against the unyielding stone.

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Noelle woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, wearing her usual sleeping clothes. She sat up with a gasp, and was surprised to find herself alone, unharmed, healthy and whole. The room was plain, sparsely furnished to the point of being barren. The Traveler’s scent hung in the air. Was this his room? Was she still inside his teapot? 

The young maid shivered as memories of the previous day caught up to her. She ran her hands over her thighs, her fingers trembling as she explored the backs of her legs and her ass, but her skin was unmarred. There was not a trace of the beating that the Traveler had inflicted on her. Face burning in shame, she reached under her skirts and touched her sex, tracing its outline gingerly through her underclothes, but that too seemed entirely fine. Had it all been a bad dream? Surely no dream could have been so realistic, so painful, so visceral and gut wrenching. She could know for sure, perhaps, if she dared to slip a finger inside, but she hesitated.

“Good morning, Noelle,” the Traveler called as he entered the room bearing a tray full of breakfast foods.

Noelle flinched away from the sound of his voice, even as her stomach growled in hunger.

“What’s wrong?” A look of confusion and hurt dimmed the smile on his face. “You slept late, so I thought I’d surprise you with a little breakfast, since you’re on vacation here. Are you upset with me?”

What was happening? Noelle’s head spun. Was this really the same man who had beaten her until she’d screamed her throat raw, who had raped her and tormented her, telling her that she was a selfish, disobedient maid who deserved her punishment? How could he stand there looking hurt and confused after what he did?

Unless... Had the beating even truly happened? Or had it really all been a nightmare, the product of a guilty conscience? But if that was the case, then what did she feel so guilty about?

The Traveler stood by the doorway, every line and angle of his body screaming uncertainty and hesitation. “Noelle? Should I leave the tray here?”

“N-no, Master.” Noelle took a deep breath, and made herself smile. “Thank you for breakfast. I apologize for sleeping in late.”

“You must have been very tired last night. What were you doing?” The Traveler set her breakfast down on a nearby table, then scooted the whole assembly close to the bed so that Noelle could reach without getting up. He pulled up a chair and settled down far too close for her peace of mind, gesturing for her to eat.

“I–” She had been being beaten, raped, and tortured as “punishment” by the Traveler. Hadn’t she? “I don’t remember.” Noelle couldn’t look the Traveler in the face, so she missed the satisfied smirk that flitted across his features. “Thank you for bringing breakfast.”

“Well, if you don’t remember, then it must not have been very important,” the Traveler said lightly and beamed at her. “How is the food? I made it myself. I hope it’s all right.”

“It’s wonderful, Master,” Noelle said, tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. The Honorary Knight’s jovial words ran around and around in her mind. If she didn’t remember, then it must not have been very important. That’s right, there was not a single sign of what she thought had happened. The Traveler was a kind and generous person. See, here he was, bringing her breakfast he had cooked himself, for her, a mere maid. It must have been a dream, a nightmare brought about by a troubled mind. It had to have been. She reached out a trembling hand and picked up a skewer of grilled poultry and mushrooms, letting the savory flavors push away the thickness in her throat, the tears threatening her eyes. “It’s delicious.” She made herself smile at him again.

“I’m glad to hear that, Noelle.” The Traveler’s smile was bright with pleasure. “Now eat up.”

Noelle ate obediently, a part of her mind urgently whispering that if she didn’t, she would relive that nightmare. She tried to quiet that whisper. If it had truly been just a dream, then she had no reason to fear. Right? But the food was delicious, and there was no reason to resist either, so she obeyed, and ate everything the Traveler had brought her. When she had polished off everything on the tray, she felt almost, but not quite, full.

“Oh! You ate everything! Good girl!” The Traveler grinned broadly as he leaned forward to retrieve the tray.

Noelle stiffened at his words, eyes going round as her body started to tremble. Did he just call her a good girl? Was that a normal compliment for eating all her food? Was it evidence that her nightmare had been real? Was it just his way of talking?

The Traveler merely smiled, patted her genially on the head, and took the tray, leaving the room without another word.

The maid spent a minute struggling to regain control of herself. The Honorary Knight had acted like it had been no big deal, bringing her breakfast, patting her on the head, and calling her a good girl. Surely, surely, that meant that her nightmare wasn’t real? That she could trust him? See, her clothes were in good repair, no cuts or tears to be found. So what if she didn’t remember going to bed? He was kind, and generous, and he would never – right?

In the sparse kitchen, the Traveler smiled to himself. Noelle was so sweet, so trusting, and her tendency to overthink things was truly a gift. She was already doing the hard work for him. All he had to do was lead her along, and she would follow him, eyes wide open, straight into hell. He indulged for just a moment, in the memory of the previous day, and the sweet sound of her screams and sobs.

After he had forced Noelle to come until she passed out, he had taken care to clean her, heal her wounds, and even repair her clothing. It had been quite troublesome to dress her in her night clothes. Her outfits were awfully fussy things, with their layers and ribbons, and her armor that fit snugly over her breasts. He grinned at the recollection of her breasts in his hands, the soft weight of them as he bounced them in his palms, the snap and jiggle as he had slapped them. And then he had put her into his bed, surrounded by the scent of him, and left her alone until she woke on her own. 

It had been a challenge to manipulate her limp and insensate body, but his efforts had been worth it, because today, she showed every sign of doubting that his brutal torture had ever happened. What a delightful little thing she was! He wondered how quickly she would break under his tender ministrations.

The Traveler puttered about, washing the dishes that Noelle’s food had dirtied, stacking bowls and sorting cutlery, wiping already clean surfaces. Eventually, Noelle emerged from the bedroom and hesitantly offered to do the tidying for him.

“After all, I am a maid,” she said, voice trembling. “And I’m at your service, Master.” The last part was directed at the floor.

“Oh Noelle, you’re such a good girl. Thank you!” The Traveler praised her with a broad smile, her flinch sending a thrill down his spine. “Well then, I’ll leave it in your hands. Meet me outside when you’re finished. I want to do some sword drills with you.”

“Yes Master,” Noelle whispered, her whole body shaking as he walked past, the nearness of his passage stirring her skirts.

It didn’t take long for the maid to reappear in the grassy clearing before the manor. She had brought her practice claymore in preparation for drills. The Traveler beamed at her and drew his sword. They sparred for hours, going back and forth and round and round, until Noelle was bruised and battered, covered with sweat and grass stains. The Traveler was sweaty too, and breathing hard, but Noelle had not managed to land many hits on him at all. His fighting style was much lighter and faster than hers, and her body bore the evidence of their huge difference in skill, speed, and experience.

“How are you feeling, Noelle?” The Traveler leaned down to give the maid a hand to her feet after knocking her flat on her back for the thousandth time.

“Tired, Master,” she confessed honestly.

“I’m sorry for that, but I’m just trying to help you get better. You understand, don’t you?” He gave her a pat on the back that jarred loose a whimper of pain. “In combat, you’ll encounter many opponents who are faster than you. You have to learn how to land a hit, and when you can’t, then how to take a hit. You need to move cleanly and efficiently. You don’t want to be a disgrace to the Knights, right?”

“Yes sir,” Noelle murmured, blinking back tears. She felt exhausted, hurt, and humiliated. “I want to be useful to you, Master.”

“I know, Noelle. You want to be a good girl, isn’t that right?” The Traveler gave the girl his sweetest smile.

Noelle let out an involuntary whimper as her whole body froze. “Yes Master,” she managed to force out.

“You’ll get there, I promise. All you have to do is trust me.” The Traveler opened his arms, offering her a hug. After a moment’s hesitation, Noelle stumbled forward, stiff and shaky, into his embrace. He stroked his hands down her back in soothing lines, humming a popular Mondstadt song under his breath. Gradually, the girl’s body relaxed against his. “There’s my good girl,” he murmured into her ear.

Noelle’s body snapped from relaxation back to rigidity so fast her muscles ached. “Th-thank you M-Master,” she stuttered as she flinched out of his arms.

The Traveler let her go. He had had his fun of taunting her for now. “Will you clean up the sparring area for me? You can take a nice, relaxing bath afterward. You said you were tired. Remember, it’s important to get proper rest after training.”

“Yes Master.” What was wrong with her? The Honorary Knight had been nothing but kind and supportive to her this whole day, and every day before – that. Even when he had been beating her and knocking her down in sparring, he had never gloated, had offered his help getting her back on her feet, had given her technique tips and advice on how to be a better swordswoman. There was no reason to doubt him. All she had to do was trust him. Hadn’t he just said so?

It didn’t take long to tidy the sparring area. Driven by her aching body, Noelle went in search of the bath. She found a steaming, stony pool outside the manor, a magical hot spring in this pocket dimension. Lacking any other bathing facilities, Noelle looked around, thankful for the bamboo that grew in a screen around the spring, and reluctantly stripped out of her clothes. 

The water felt deliciously warm against her skin as she slid in with a sigh, pillowing her head on her arms and laying face down against the stones ringing the pool. Gentle waves from her entry bounced off the rocky perimeter and returned to lap softly at her back. Steam wreathed her face, sweetly scented from the flowers growing nearby, lulling her into a drowse.

From a nearby vantage point, the Traveler watched as Noelle drifted off. The herbs that he had added to the water were delightfully effective, their soothing scent easing the jittery little maid into heavy sedation. He twirled his fingers, and the water in the pool responded to his Hydro alignment, toying with the girl’s breasts, tweaking her nipples, exploring the folds between her legs.

He approached the bath leisurely, shedding his clothes as he went. The tendrils of water continued to tease the girl, squeezing her thighs, stroking her neck, pinching her ass cheeks. The Honorary Knight slid into the pool beside the girl, winding one hand into her hair, and kissed her softly on her slack, half-parted lips. “You’re my good girl,” he murmured into her ear, as he stroked himself erect and eased her body onto his cock.

This time, the Traveler was gentler, taking care to pleasure Noelle’s body as he repeated “good girl” like a prayer. He would train her to associate the phrase with sexual gratification, so that any time he teased her with it when she was awake, she would feel the shame and humiliation of arousal. He wondered how long the training would take. The thought made him so hard, he couldn’t help thrusting more vigorously into the maid’s unresisting hole.

Noelle’s body was covered with bruises from their “practice” session. Good, the Traveler thought, smiling. As he sucked on her nipples and stroked her clit, he pressed down on the black and blue splotches spreading across her ribs, her thighs, her arms. He massaged the contusions ruthlessly as he brought the little maid to the edge of orgasm over and over, conditioning her to associate pleasure with pain, as well as his words. Even unconscious, her whimpers and whines of need and protest were delicious.

The Traveler carefully refrained from giving the girl release, even as he chased his own pleasure with her body. When the Traveler had finally had his fill of edging the girl, he took great care to invade her pussy with a swirling column of water, flushing out every bit of evidence of his activities. He left the mess mixed into the pool though, chuckling at the thought of her unknowingly bathing in his seed. He’d clean it later, or perhaps she would offer to do it for him. Tenderly, he rearranged her body as she had been, head pillowed on her arms, leaning against the rocks, hiding her breasts from view.

Sighing in regret, the Traveler stepped out of the pool and, with a flick of his wrist, dried himself off. He strolled back the way he came, picking up his clothes along the way. He’d change into something clean and comfortable, then wake the girl with a towel and a change of clothes. 

Noelle roused from her nap with a start, splashing with her sudden movement. The Traveler was gently shaking her by a shoulder, face turned away to preserve her modesty. “Are you awake now?” he asked, carefully not looking at her.

“Y-yes Master!” Her face burned in embarrassment. How could she have fallen asleep in the bath?

“I brought you a towel and fresh clothes. I was going to leave them on the rocks over there, but you didn’t answer when I called, so I got worried. Sorry.” The Traveler kept his eyes steadfastly averted.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” What had come over her? This was so unlike Noelle. “Thank you for checking up on me.” Would she have woken up if she had slipped off the rocks and into the water? Noelle shuddered in horror. 

“Of course!” The Traveler unbent from the ground, dusting himself off. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Come inside when you’re ready and we can make supper together.”

“Yes Master.” 

Noelle watched him stride away. He hadn’t glanced at her even once. Her heart fluttered in appreciation for his consideration. After he was out of sight, the maid climbed out of the pool and wrapped her body in the fluffy towel he had left for her. It was soft and plush, and she luxuriated in the feel of it against her skin. Her face flushed hot as she realized how sensitive her body was. Her nipples stood painfully erect, and her groin ached with need. She was desperately, humiliatingly aroused.

The maid whimpered as she dried herself roughly, trying not to twitch or grind into the towel. She had had another bizarre dream, this time of the Traveler stroking her all over while murmuring that she was his good girl. Was she that infatuated with the Honorary Knight? Noelle shook her head, but it didn’t help clear the thoughts away. She dressed in a rush, strapping herself into her usual outfit with its many layers and ribbons, until she was no longer exposed and obviously overflowing with inappropriate lust.

In the kitchen, the Traveler sang to himself as he chopped vegetables, marinated poultry, and breaded generous slabs of meat for their evening meal. When Noelle arrived, damp and doe eyed, he beamed at her and gestured for her to join him. “Can you fry these for me?” he asked, pointing to the breaded steaks.

“Yes Master,” the maid answered dutifully as she stepped to his side. The steaks were coated in a fine layer of flour, and would be juicy and delicious once cooked. The intensity of their training and the not quite filling enough breakfast made Noelle ravenous. She did her best to ignore the multitude of needs of her body and focus on the task at hand.

“Careful not to splash, you don’t want to burn yourself.” The Traveler was suddenly all around her, his left hand on hers, holding the tray of steaks, his right hand guiding her right hand to dip the meat slowly into the sizzling oil. The heat from his chest pressed up against her back made her face burn. “There’s a good girl,” he murmured directly into Noelle’s ear.

As abruptly as he had enveloped her, he was gone, back to his own tasks like nothing of import had occurred. Noelle’s hands shook so hard she had to set the platter of meat down before she dropped it. Her heart hammered in wild panic, but her body was hot with desire. Only the searing heat of the stove stopped her from grinding her hips desperately against it in frustrated arousal. What was wrong with her? With a start, she realized that the steak had been floating in the oil long enough, and was starting to burn. She plucked it out with a still trembling hand and moved on to the next piece.

Across the kitchen, the Traveler tossed together a satisfying salad, with fresh vegetables and boiled eggs, portioning the meal carefully so that Noelle would finish dinner feeling unsatisfied but too polite to ask for more. He would break her little by little, until she crawled to him begging for him to fulfill her every need. The Honorary Knight hummed a merry tune as he watched Noelle, the nape of her neck flushed with confused lust, try and fail to comport herself with her usual composure. How delightful it was to see her crumble by degrees. 

The meal went exactly as the Traveler intended. The pair of them polished off the steaks and salads, sipped sparkling fruit juice from Mondstadt, and whiled away the evening in meaningless conversation. The Honorary Knight stretched, cat like and leisurely, remarking with deep satisfaction how full he was. In truth, he was still hungry too, but he would not feel guilty eating more later, after Noelle had gone to sleep. The girl, on the other hand, would be too embarrassed to imply that her precious Master would fail to provide for her, and would be too guilt-ridden to raid his larder.

“You’ve had a long day, Noelle.” The Traveler gathered up the dishes from their meal. “I’ll clean up. You rest.”

Noelle shot to her feet, face burning with embarrassment. “H-How could I rest when I could help you, Master!”

“Dear sweet Noelle,” he said, feigning concern. “You were so tired that you fell asleep in the bath. How could I possibly ask you to do more today? This is supposed to be your vacation! Go rest in your room now, there’s a good girl.” With a beatific smile, the Honorary Knight wished Noelle a good night and left her achingly alone.

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“Master, I have a request.” It had taken Noelle several days to work up the courage to ask. “Please might I have some space to build a small shrine to Lord Barbatos?”

“Of course,” the Traveler agreed at once. “I understand how important it is to keep your faith.”

The pair walked the grounds, inside and out, looking for the best place to set up a small area for prayer. In the artificial environment of the Serenitea pot, there was very little wind to stir the leaves. Noelle did the best she could, atop a knoll on which she could feel the faintest hint of Lord Barbatos’s gentle breeze.

“Here is good,” she said, smiling.

“Let’s plant some cecilias and pinwheel asters here, then,” the Traveler answered with a sweet smile of his own. 

The pair took a break from their daily sparring and spent the rest of the day seeding the hilltop with flowers, building a small stone bench, and fashioning a crude statue of the Anemo Archon. When the light faded from the sky, Noelle was bone weary, but felt accomplished and satisfied for the first time in days. The Honorary Knight had been nothing but kind and helpful, even if he did sometimes abruptly get very close to her. It was fine, she told herself. That was fine.

Fearing that she might fall asleep in the bath again, Noelle opted to wash herself with a basin and cloth instead. The Honorary Knight gave her privacy and went to prepare their dinner, a delicious repast that nonetheless left her feeling less than full. She didn’t want to appear rude or demanding, so she said nothing, but she hadn’t felt full in so long, her body was starting to feel the effects of her continued hunger.

“I’m so full,” the Traveler said with a deep sigh, beaming at Noelle across the now empty table.

“Please allow me to help you with cleanup, Master,” Noelle pleaded.

“Are you sure? You look exhausted.”

In truth, Noelle’s stomach felt unsettled, and her body ached from the day’s work, but she forced a smile and said, “I’m fine, Master. How could I let you cook and clean for me?”

“What a good girl you are, Noelle,” the Honorary Knight smiled and patted her hand, not missing the way her fingers trembled under his palm.

The pair worked quietly, and the kitchen was soon spotless, all the pots and dishes cleaned and put away. 

“I think I’ll turn in for the night,” the Traveler said with a yawn and a stretch. “Don’t stay up too late, Noelle.”

“I’ll be sure to keep quiet so I don’t disturb you, Master.” Noelle curtseyed prettily.

In the privacy of his own room, the Traveler lit a bundle of incense, corralling the smoke with his Anemo abilities until it roiled, thick and choking, in a tight knot. The incense was known to cause whoever breathed it in to forget the next few hours, and its use was strictly controlled. It was the perfect tool to break the little maid.

Using the air currents to carry the sounds of Noelle’s movements to his ear, he tracked her small, quiet activities until he was certain she had turned in for the evening. What an obedient girl. Even after being left alone, Noelle had wavered, but ultimately refrained from snacking to sate her hunger. The Traveler laughed silently. She must be getting desperate now, but she really was so well trained. It helped, too, that there were no ready to eat snacks, and anything she might have tried to eat would have required cooking and cleaning, and thus ran the risk of being noisy.

The Traveler listened as Noelle washed her face, took off her armor and clothes, and crawled into bed. With a wisp of power, he sent the incense smoke slithering into her room, smothering her mouth and nose, until she had breathed it all in. Only then did he stroll into her bedroom for his evening entertainment.

The lamp lit the generous curves of her body in warm, gentle radiance as he traced his fingers along her skin, setting air currents swirling about her nipples, the shell of her ears, ghosting over her lips. Noelle moaned in her sleep, her body reacting to the Traveler’s ministrations after days of teasing. 

“What a good girl,” he murmured into her ear as he dipped a finger between her thighs.

Noelle woke with a start as fingers invaded her body. The Traveler loomed over her, immobilizing her with nothing but air. “What–” she began, but with a flick of his finger, the air was sucked out of her lungs until she was choking on nothing, gasping desperately to no avail.

“Shh,” the Traveler soothed as he continued to stroke her insides. “Be a good girl for me, Noelle.” Desperate and afraid, she managed a nod. “Very good. Have a reward, my good girl.” The air whooshed back into her lungs, and she panted for breath, dizzy from lack of air.

Noelle’s clit was swollen with arousal, her labia slick and hot from the Traveler’s unwanted ministrations. The wind lifted and spread her legs at his command, exposing her nethers to his gaze. Using the air currents, the Traveler picked up the girl and settled her into his lap, spearing his erection into her with a groan of pleasure as she shuddered around him. Noelle tried to hold back her whimper, but it escaped her lips despite her efforts.

“Let me hear you,” the Traveler whispered into her ear. He licked along the curve of one ear, suckling at her earlobe before nibbling his way down her neck.

“Please stop,” she sobbed as she struggled against the air binding her. “Please don’t do this!” 

“What’s wrong, my sweet little maid? Don’t you like Lord Barbatos’s gentle wind on your body?” The Traveler trapped Noelle’s wrists in a cyclone of air and lifted her hands, bending her back until her breasts were arched up in offering, forced by the strain on her shoulders. 

Noelle shook her head and opened her mouth to inhale, but choked instead on empty vacuum. Her eyes bulged in panic as her chest heaved, her breasts swaying with the force of her terror.

“Be a good maid and ride me,” the Traveler said. His voice was deceptively gentle and sweet, but the emptiness in Noelle’s lungs didn’t ease in the slightest.

Head spinning, pinpricks of light sparking in her vision, Noelle lifted herself up the barest inch. It was enough – the Honorary Knight slammed her back down onto his cock, and released the vacuum that had robbed her lungs of air.

“There,” he murmured in satisfaction. “See how good it could be when you obey?”

The maid sobbed in relief, but it was short-lived. The Traveler patted her ass genially, urging her to repeat the movement. Tears rolled down Noelle’s face as she complied, lifting herself up on burning, trembling thighs and dropping her weight back down, fucking him with awkward, sloppy movements. Her body shook as she clenched reflexively around his intrusion, face burning in fear and shame as the sound of flesh impacting flesh echoed in the room.

The Traveler grinned and, with a twitch of his fingers, set a puff of air tapping at Noelle’s sensitive bud. The maid whimpered and shook, losing the rhythm of her movements as the wind teased her clit. The Honorary Knight slapped her hard across one breast and whisked the air out of her lungs again, chiding quietly, “Now now, you mustn’t slack off, my sweet maid.”

Terror and desperation drove Noelle to bob frantically up and down on the Traveler’s cock despite her aching muscles. Each rise and fall earned her the barest whisper of a breath, until the room spun and her vision swam and Noelle crumpled backward limply, barely conscious, and would have fallen to the floor had it not been for the Traveler’s gust of wind.

He tossed the dazed girl back on her bed and hauled her legs open wide, pinning her limbs in place with a swirl of air, and fucked her leisurely. Each stroke, he let Noelle breathe once – a sharp gasp followed by a ragged sob – before cutting off her air again. It was quite a neat trick, and he congratulated himself on the coordination required to manage such a feat. The Honorary Knight murmured sweet words of praise as he pumped in and out of Noelle’s unresisting hole, until finally, at long last, he found his release.

“Why?” Noelle, eyes unfocused and body slack with oxygen deprivation, had enough breath and presence of mind left to whisper as tears rolled down her face, dampening her pillow.

“Because I want to,” answered the Honorary Knight. “Don’t worry, you won’t remember any of this tomorrow.” With that, he leaned down, gave her a tender kiss on the forehead, and removed Noelle’s air until she blacked out completely.

When he was sure that Noelle was unconscious, he released the girl’s air, grinning at her reflexive gasps for breath. No point in breaking his toy, after all. He meticulously cleaned her limp body, wiping up the sweat and other effluvia with a warm, damp towel before drying her skin with a gentle breeze. The incense she had inhaled would prevent her from forming long term memories for a few hours following the dose, so Noelle would forget this ever happened. The Traveler grinned. He couldn’t wait to see her face tomorrow.

Noelle woke to a gentle knock on her door, and tried to answer,  but her throat was raw and only a croak emerged. She cleared her throat and tried again, pushing herself up to a sitting position. Her body ached, her thighs trembling as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and climbed unsteadily to her feet. “Come in,” she managed after making sure she was decent.

The Honorary Knight peeked in, followed by the rest of him, bearing a tray full of breakfast foods. “You must have been tired from setting up the shrine,” he said with a bright smile. “I brought you breakfast.”

“Thank you sir,” Noelle murmured, her voice a harsh whisper. What had she done to her throat? She took a step toward the small table in the corner of the room, and her knees nearly buckled. What had she done to her legs ? The maid shuffled unsteadily to the chair and fell into it gracelessly.

“Are you all right?” The Traveler asked, all solicitous concern. He paused from his task of laying out the food on the small table to look her over.

“I–” Noelle started, then froze. “I’m fine, sir.” She had no recollection of doing anything that would have strained her voice, or her legs. Had she had another nightmare? Had she kicked and screamed through the night? Was that why she felt so tired and shaky, why she had slept so late?

“Well, then, let’s eat!” The Honorary Knight pulled out the second chair at the table and took a seat.

“Y-you haven’t eaten yet?” Noelle looked up, alarmed. “I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting, Master!” Terror shot through the maid, though she couldn’t understand why.

The Traveler beamed and patted Noelle’s shoulder across the small table. “I forgive you. Good girls need their rest, after all.”

In truth, he had already eaten a light breakfast while Noelle slept, so that he would be well fed and energized for the day. Noelle, on the other hand, would continue with his less than adequate meals, crumbling by degrees under his control.

After a brief respite to greet Barbatos, Noelle took up her practice claymore for their daily sparring. By the time they finished training, the maid’s body was a mass of pain. Under her fresh bruises, her muscles ached and trembled, her stomach twisted, and her head spun with dizziness. Her movements had been clumsy and slow, lacking the Honorary Knight’s swift precision. She was even losing her signature strength, stumbling as she swung her weapon, missing more often than not.

It was all Noelle could do not to fall upon her dinner like a ravenous beast, but even after she had gobbled up every morsel, her body still cried out for more. Before she could work up the nerve to ask if there were seconds, the Honorary Knight stretched, patted his belly, and sighed his fullness and satisfaction.

“You don’t look so good,” he told the maid as he took away the plates, the silverware, and the empty serving dishes. “Why don’t you turn in early for the night?”

Dully, Noelle nodded, the room swimming in front of her eyes. She pushed unsteadily to her feet and stumbled down the hall, tracing a hand along the wall to help maintain her balance. How could she be so tired? Noelle’s stomach clenched. When was the last time she had truly felt full? With a sob, Noelle lurched into her room and collapsed into bed, arms curled around her midsection as darkness swallowed her whole.

The Traveler visited the maid again that night, after drugging her with the incense that blocked memories. Noelle woke with a gurgle of alarm as he wrenched her upright by her hair, his other hand tracing a line up her leg, under the hem of her skirt, squeezing her ass and tugging her underclothes free.

“Be a good girl for me, Noelle,” he whispered into her ear as he settled down on her bed and patted his lap invitingly.

Noelle’s body moved of its own volition, even as her mind cried out in confusion and horror. As if in a dream, Noelle straddled the Honorary Knight, driven by a bone deep terror and the utter conviction that he would torture her to obedience if she didn’t do as he commanded immediately and without hesitation. Slowly, the girl speared herself onto his cock. She whimpered, but her body opened to his intrusion as if it was accustomed to its shape, his length and girth fitting inside her as neatly as a hand into a well fitted glove. Dizzy with hunger and exhaustion, her aching, trembling body nonetheless knew exactly how to move. Noelle sobbed as her thighs flexed to lift her body up and down, wrestling with the realization that she did know what to do, that she had done all this before .

“Good girl,” the Traveler groaned into her ear. “You’re so well trained for me.” He laughed, pinching her nipples in a brutal grip and “helping” her pump herself on his cock. A puff of air swirled and sucked at Noelle’s clit as he whispered words of praise for her obedience.

Noelle’s orgasm shredded the last of the girl’s resistance. Her body thrashed in horrid pleasure as her mind spiraled into utter despair. She was his good girl, and she would do whatever it took to earn his praise. Any alternatives had become simply unthinkable.

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“Noelle?” The Honorary Knight peered at the young maid, a look of concern etched into his gentle features. “Are you all right?”

Noelle struggled to lift her claymore, breathing hard as her limbs trembled. Her stomach clenched and twisted with stabbing pangs that couldn’t possibly be hunger, and the world swayed and blurred before her eyes as she tried to focus on the Traveler. “Yes Master,” she wheezed, a barely audible gasp.

“Is my training too rough on your body?” He sheathed his sword and strode to her side, wrapping one arm around her shaking shoulders, steadying her as he cupped her cheek with his free hand and turned her head to look at him.

Noelle’s eyes were wide with terror, tears pooling in them as she lowered her gaze to avoid his querying look. “N-no Master! I’m fine! I can k-keep going–”

The Honorary Knight sighed and shook his head, making a disapproving noise as he released the girl. “I wish you would be honest with me, Noelle. Good girls don’t lie to their masters, you know.”

“I’m sorry!” Noelle’s knees buckled as terror flooded her body. She crashed to the ground on all fours as words tumbled from her lips, “I wasn’t – I didn’t mean – I really can–”

The little maid’s desperate grovelling was so entertaining, the Honorary Knight could barely hold back his grin. He covered his mouth with one hand, hiding his smirk under a thoughtful mein, and said, “We’ll rest for today. And then starting tomorrow, we’ll work on your endurance.”

He let the girl have free rein over the kitchen for the rest of the day, and laughed to see her frantically preparing an absolute mountain of food. Noelle didn’t have time to think, so desperate was she to finally eat a full meal. She scurried around the kitchen, stumbling over her own feet in her rush to pull out ingredients. Soon, the counters were piled high with chopped vegetables and sliced meats, with bowls of dough gently rising in the back.

“Are we feeding an army here?” he asked as he slid an arm around her waist. “We can’t possibly eat all this before it spoils, mm?”

“M-Master!” Noelle stiffened under his touch. “I-I just thought w-we could eat a little more on our rest day…” The girl trailed off, fear and anxiety robbing her of her words.

The Honorary Knight chuckled, humoring the maid, and gave her a friendly squeeze before releasing her. The girl stumbled as the Traveler pulled away, his absence throwing her off balance. “All right then. Make sure you eat it all! Good girls don’t waste food, right?” His voice was light and playful, yet Noelle felt ice trickle down her veins.

“Yes Master!” she whispered, eyes round with terror. Noelle had no more energy left to wonder why she felt so scared all the time. There was only room in her mind for fear, and obedience. Her hands shook. “I-I’ll make sure not to waste anything!”

Dinner that evening was excruciating, a long and drawn out affair as Noelle struggled to eat all the food that she had cooked. The Honorary Knight ate well of course, and she thought he also ate more than his usual, but she had definitely made too much for one meal. If only there was someone here with Cryo powers who could make an icebox for them. Noelle stared at the table of food in despair. She felt sick, bloated after eating far too much, her stomach distended painfully. She sat ramrod straight, unable to bend down for fear of compressing her belly and triggering a bout of vomiting.

“What’s wrong? Are you done eating already?” The Honorary Knight asked, smiling broadly. He passed a hand over the table, taking in the platters of meat and vegetables, the loaves of bread still remaining. “What are we going to do with all this food?”

“I’m s-sorry,” Noelle stuttered. She had over-eaten so badly that she hiccupped, every spasm threatening to turn into full on emesis.

“That’s all right, my sweet little maid. I’ll just have you pay me back for the waste some other way.” The Traveler’s smile twisted into a leer as he rose to his feet and strolled around to stand beside her. “Besides, I still need to punish you for lying to me.”

“Master?” Noelle whimpered, a bolt of terror causing her muscles to clench. Nausea rippled through her and she struggled not to hurl.

“I was going to wait until tomorrow to begin your endurance training, but since you’ve eaten so well, perhaps we can start right away.” The Honorary Knight stroked the maid’s hair once, twice, before gripping it in his fist and hauling her to her feet.

Noelle’s mind screamed in terror, but her body knew what was expected of it. Her muscles relaxed under his hands, growing pliant and soft, letting him drag her wherever he wanted. The room spun in a dizzying blur, but that was not important. The only thing that mattered was obedience to the Honorary Knight’s will, his fist in her hair. Noelle stumbled along in a disoriented daze until suddenly, cool night air filled her lungs and stone steps chilled her feet through the thin soles of her house slippers.

“Take off your slippers, my dear,” the Honorary Knight murmured into Noelle’s ear.

The intimacy of his breath on the delicate skin made the girl’s skin crawl. She whimpered as she complied, and found herself standing barefoot on a plate of metal. Before Noelle had time to wonder at it, an arc of violet electricity shot from the ground, sending her yelping and dancing across its searing surface.

“You’re going to do basic claymore drills,” the Traveler told her in a friendly, helpful tone. “After every hundred repetitions, you can take a break and eat all the food you made. If you don’t finish, you can do another hundred drills. We’ll repeat for as long as necessary, yes?”

“Yes Master,” Noelle sobbed in despair.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a sweet smile. “I’ll help you stay awake.” He waggled his fingers, and another jolt of lightning stabbed through the soles of her feet.

Noelle flinched, swallowed another whimper, and hopped from one foot to the other. The sparks felt like ground glass, cutting and burning her feet, but there was no blood, no sign of any damage.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” 

The Traveler gestured to the practice dummies arranged on the metal plate, then tossed her the heavy practice claymore that had given her so much trouble earlier in the day. The young maid barely caught it before it struck the metal plate. Arms aching, Noelle rearranged her grip and sank into a ready stance.

Noelle’s claymore drills began with basic swings, and progressed to increasingly complex combinations of strikes. She started hesitantly, raising the practice weapon over her right shoulder and bringing it down diagonally in a forceful strike. As it made contact with the practice dummy, violet electricity arced through the air, lancing up her claymore and zapping her hands. She cried out in pain, her hands seizing convulsively on the hilt as she reeled back and tried to release the weapon. As she lost her balance, lightning arced from the ground, causing her to stumble even more until she found herself sprawled on the ground, bolts of electricity finding the path of least resistance through her tender flesh.

“One! Lying down already?” The Honorary Knight chided gently. “Come now, Noelle. Surely you can do better than that.”

The girl thrashed her way upright, raising the practice claymore with shaking arms. She stared wide-eyed at the practice dummy, paralyzed in fear, unable to force herself to strike it again.

“Do you need some motivation, my dear?” The Traveler was suddenly behind Noelle, arms around her arms, chest pressed against her back, legs plastered along her legs. He guided her arms up and down in a swing, so gently that she could have broken free but she had no resistance left in her.

Electric pain exploded in her hands again as lightning shot up her practice claymore. Her arms stiffened, twitching uncontrollably, and she tried to pull away, to reset her position so that she could stop touching the electrified dummy. She stumbled back a step, and her leg collapsed under a powerful jolt of electricity, dumping her sprawling on the ground once again.

“Two,” the Traveler counted, seated comfortably on a chair and watching her with a delighted smile. “Only ninety-eight more to go until your first rest!”

Noelle sobbed as she hauled herself back to her feet.

The “training” took hours, and lasted long into the night. Noelle vomited several times, and had to pause to clean up her own mess. She was thankful that he hadn’t made her eat it again, as he had initially threatened to do, was pathetically grateful that all she had to do was scoop it up with her bare hands and dump it into a bucket as best she could. The wet, slimy mess stung on her hands, covered as they were with tiny electrical burns. Every muscle in her body ached, and her nausea and dizziness had worsened with the torture.

Finally, she swallowed the last piece of food, and he had beamed at her. “Good girl,” he said, patting her gently on the head and stroking her cheek with a lingering finger. “You made it through that training! I’m so proud of you.”

Noelle sobbed in horror, as the Honorary Knight twisted the words that had once brought her such joy, as the words brought arousal surging hot and fierce through her body. She sank to her knees, clutching herself with her arms as if trying to hold herself together by force.

“Good girls get a reward.” Smiling, the Traveler loosened his trousers and pushed the waistband down just enough to free his cock.

The maid’s eyes went round as her focus narrowed down to his erection bobbing before her face. Her body moved on its own, crawling closer, until she could kiss the tip of his cock. He sighed in approval as she opened her mouth and took his length as far as she could.

The Traveler’s erection was clad in a delicate web of wire that sent sparks tingling across the tender flesh of Noelle’s tongue and the inside of her mouth. He stroked her hair as she worked her tongue along his shaft, flinching from the arcing electricity but not daring to bite down nor pull away. He shifted his grip, slowly stuffing his cock farther and farther down the girl’s throat. Noelle gagged and wretched, but her body had violently emptied itself so much that there was hardly anything left to expel. Acid and bile burned in her throat, caught the sparks from the Honorary Knight’s metal cock cage, and arced down all the way to her stomach. The girl tried to scream as electricity stabbed the length of her esophagus, but there was no air for her around her master’s member firmly lodged in her throat.

Noelle thrashed and jerked helplessly as her insides stung and burned. Tears and snot poured down her cheeks and over her lips, making a ruin of her pretty face. Her jaw was locked in an agonized rictus, unable to open or close, muscles spasming in time to the Traveler’s electrical bursts as he toyed with her.

As the light of consciousness faded from Noelle’s eyes, the Honorary Knight released the girl and slapped her hard, sending her skidding across the slick metal of the practice pad. The young maid drew in a reflexive breath, ragged and harsh, and let it out in a shaky sob.

“You’ll strip for me, won’t you, my good girl?” the Traveler asked in a gentle voice.

She tried. Desperately, she struggled to lift herself up and remove her armor, her skirt. But the hours of brutal claymore training, and nearly passing out from being choked and shocked, was too much for her. All she could manage was to drag her underwear over the curve of her ass, exposing her holes for his use.

The Honorary Knight laughed in delight, his merry voice smothering Noelle in a blanket of fresh terror. He skewered her in one swift plunge, electricity arcing deep into her body, setting her walls on fire with stabbing pain and forcing her muscles to clench down hard. He hummed in pleasure as he plumbed her depths to his heart’s content, as she shook under his assault, as her screams split the dawn and, eventually, faded to nothing more than hoarse whimpering sobs.

Distantly, she heard him chuckle, felt him give her a genial pat on one ass cheek. “Good girl,” he told her. “We’ll continue your training tomorrow.” Noelle sobbed once more, then gave herself over to unconsciousness.