That question resounded through Kasumi's mind as the clear rubber heels on her sneakers dully clicked down the stone floor of the castle's hallways. She'd never have worn the silly looking things before, but now... it was important. The other minions leered at her bulbous ass cheeks as her impractical toes-first style of walking jiggled them underneath the skintight suit like a couple of puppies fighting under an arrow-pattern blanket.
"It wasn't always this way."
No, it wasn't. She still remembered the day she'd come here, intent on getting all of the magical artifacts she could from the dullard who didn't even understand their true worth. She remembered the day Kaede had come, and been captured, forced into cooking- though forcing her to do what she loved was hardly much of a sentence; it was clear she probably only vaguely knew she was a prisoner- for a select few in the castle.
She remembered the day she'd found out that Von Zepp had overstepped his bounds, doing things with Kaede that she absolutely hadn't okayed! She remembered the day she stormed into his bedroom alone. She remembered her bared teeth and indignation.
"I didn't know what to expect."
She hadn't thought about how he'd react. Fear? Apologies? Anger? Some weaselly attempt to slide out of it? She hadn't cared, really; all that mattered was that he meet her righteous fury.
She remembered how he stared at her for a long minute. Looking into her eyes, studying her, as if trying to solve some complex calculated problem.
"Hhh... What happened...?"
She remembered her face getting pushed into his dickbulge.
He'd doubled down! The presumption! The absolute unmitigated gall!
Was that what had short-circuited her brain? Was that the reason she hadn't driven her then perfectly-sensible footwear directly into his knee caps??
Or... or was it something else? Her body had reacted very differently than her magma-hot anger dictated. Her nipples pushed at her shirt, her face flush. Her ears flush. He'd told her his manifesto, an absolutely galling, beyond-brazen list of intentions for her and her girlfriend that would have qualified as demands if he had ever given any indication that they might not happen.
"But they did..."
In a whirlwind of palpable lust, anger and confusion, she'd found herself in his bed, furiously coming. The next morning was so disorienting, she'd emotionally decided that it must have been a dream. So she marched right up to him, and did a second take.
And he did it again.
Somehow, some way, that arrogance had left her with ruffled hair and a pat on the butt to go play. As if she were a child! It was infuriating! And confusing. And incredibly, incredibly arousing.
That moment had been the catalyst for everything to come. More acts. More subservience. More gifts that gave more to him than to her: sexy clothes, heels, a collar. The only thing more unbelievable than his arrogance was how token her protestations had become, how okay she'd become with this.
She'd never have let anyone get away with a fraction of what he had, but somehow it burned some kind of internal fire she'd never known was there.
"Your lunch is ready," she said to him.
He turned around in his chair and smiled, taking the plate she'd carried to him. "It looks delicious. Tell Kaede she's a doll." He tilted his head. "You forgot my drink. Go get it, Jigglebutt." He gave her an upward slap on the ass, in front of everyone.
"... Hhh.
Okay, Nori."
She marched her thick little butt back down the hall, not to go study her important books, or to mull over a priceless artifact, but to fetch him a glass of water. Her ears burned. Her loins burned. She laughed at the absurdity, embarrassed. "What happened...? <3"
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