Chapter One: Capture and Humiliation
“Mmm, why hello there, beautiful…” Soraka mumbled to herself, silently preying on Sona. “Neat twin tails, perky boobs, a wonderful ass… I can only imagine what hides under those clothes of yours, mm hmm~” She could feel something rise up in her pants. Being a slave owner, she didn’t quite care, but she didn’t want to be compromised either… She appeared before Sona, seemingly in her sleep. Her celestial powers that had once been used for guidance and good, are now being used to lure potential slaves to her cave… Sona, still “asleep”, got up supposedly sleepwalking in the middle of the night, straight into Soraka’s slave cave. Walking in, she felt astounded at the luxury and beauty of her new soon-to-be home (even though she didn’t know that). Soraka smirked, stripped down, and lifted her celestial guidance, walking before Sona, on her elevated “throne” of sorts. Sona blinked.
-	Wh-What is this place…
-	Your new home, sweetheart. Make yourself feel like home. From here on, you serve me. 
Her smirk still evident, Soraka let her horsecock out, sending Sona into a shock.
-	“WH-WHAT IS THAT?!” 
-	“This? This is the object of your servitude. You and me are gonna become great friends, believe me… 
-	“N-No… I-I don’t want this… I-I have, I have a boyfriend…!”
-	“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart… I know everything about you. You’re a silent one, aren’t you? You usually don’t speak to anyone… I took a great interest in you, especially… Soraka smiles widely. Especially your masochistic desires.
Sona gasped. How could she possibly know all these things? She’d only confessed that to one person, and now… wait… could it be? A part of Sona recognized this place. She caught a glimpse of a tail being dragged off… Why… Why is Ahri here?”
Before she could respond, Soraka interrupted. 
-	“Now, now… The crowd awaits you, Sona. They’re quite a treat, you know. They’re truly excellent.” 
With those words, Soraka put a neat little pink collar around her slick neck, tied it to a leash, tightened it up as far as it could go, forcing Sona to gasp, and her voice to become all the more quiet. She then proceeded to drag her out from her collar, stripped bare naked, her ankles cuffed and her arms tied neatly behind her back, through a cheering crowd. 
-	“H-How… H-How humiliating…” Sona muttered. 
-	“Don’t be shy, sweetie pie. This will be the first and last time you’ll have to do this. Then you get to serve me, in private.” Soraka chuckled, giving her ass a neat little spank. 
Sona sighed, deeply. Looking up, what she saw would scar her for her remaining sex slave days. A large staircase, each step having one naked woman, on the ground, their head touching the floor, leading up to the ritual grounds. At the top, a large wooden stake awaited her, along with lots of “toys” of her mistress. Raka invited her over, each step bringing out a gasp of each of the slaves, until they got to the very top. Then, Soraka untied her arms, and tied them behind the stake, bending her body over so her ass sticks out. She then turned to the crowd, and exclaimed: 
- “This is my new slave. I expect all of you to treat her as you would treat any other slave, with utmost lust and indignity. As is the norm, she shall be whipped accordingly, 25 times.” Hearing that, Sona began struggling and screaming. 
-	“NO! PLEASE! ANYTHING, ANYTHING BUT THAT!” 
Soraka chuckled at her struggles, running her neat little one-tailed leather whip across Sona’s delicious ass.
-	“Like I was saying, you are expected to count out the lashes, and thank me after each one. For each one that you fail to do so, you’ll receive an extra 5 lashes. Understood?” 


Chapter Two: Punishment

-	“Y-You’re… you’re insane…”
A sharp pain hit Sona, as the whip struck her ass, biting into her flesh. 
-	“What was that?” Soraka whispered into her ear sarcastically.
-	“O-One… Th-Thank you…” Sona replied.
-	“Thank you what, slut?” 
-	“Th-Thank you mistress…” A tear formed in Sona’s eyes, and her tone showed complete submission.
-	“That’s a good girl. You’ll be rewarded later.” Soraka chuckled as she lashed again.
-	“O-Owww… T-Two… Th-Thank you mistress…”
The whipping carried on, the leather whip leaving its cruel marks on the soft, delicate skin of Sona’s delicious butt, as Soraka expertly maneuvered it to mark as much skin as possible. The crowd roared in appreciation, screaming cheers and urging Soraka: “Whip the little whore!”, “Make her scream your name!”, “Teach the little slut the meaning of discipline!”
-	“E-Eight, h-hahhh…” Tears ran down Sona’s cheeks, her makeup ruined, her ass thoroughly marked and beginning to swell. “Th-Thank you…” She exhaled in a long sigh, as Soraka slowly caressed and groped her swollen butt.
-	“Does that feel… good?” Soraka’s smile widened, staring with her lustful eyes into Sona’s tearful eyes. Sona nodded in defeat. “Y-Yes…” Soraka chuckled with glee. 
-	“Yes what?” 
-	“Y-Yes m-mistress…”
-	“Much better…” Walking back, she lashed at Sona’s wonderful ass, which nearly broke her.
-	“H-HAHH~! Ni-Ninee...~ Th-Thank you mistress…”
Noticing her slutty scream, Soraka grabbed the opportunity and struck Sona repeatedly, four more times.
-	“N-N-NYAAAAAAAAAA~!” Sona’s slutty scream could be heard from miles away, as the crowd roared. “THI-THI-THIRTEEN, MISTRESS~! THANK YOU SO MUCH!”
-	“Scream for me, slut, SQUEAL LIKE THE DIRTY SEX PIG YOU ARE!” The fast lashing continued, each strike harder than the last, sending Sona into a frenzy. 
-	“Y-YESSSSS, TH-THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH MISTRESS! I-I DESERVE THIS, I-I’VE BEEN SUCH A HUGE WH-WHORE FOR DISOBEYING YOU! P-PLEASE, PLEASE, DON’T STOP!” Sona, much like the crowd, was ecstatic, and Soraka was more than happy to deliver. “TH-THAT MAKES TWENTY, MISTRESS!”
-	“Are you ready to receive the last five, sweetie?” 
-	“Y-YES! PLEASE, PLEASE, GIVE THEM TO ME!” Sona screamed out, wiggling her red, marked butt for her mistress.
-	“Mmmm, that’s what I wanna hear from my lovely cockwhore~” Soraka lashed as hard as she possibly could at Sona, the whip biting into her swollen ass, leaving inch deep whip marks on Sona’s delicious soft butt. She screamed in pleasure and glee at every swing, until the 25th. 
-	“Tw-Twenty…” Sona panted, fighting to catch her breath. “Th-That’s… tw-twenty five, m-mistress…” She felt her mistress’ sweet embrace on her ass, healing her wounds, leaving only the pleasure. “Th-Thank you… Th-Th-Thank you so much…” 

Chapter Three: Hole Abuse
 
Soraka slowly untied her newly marked sex slave, before instructing her to get down on her knees, a command which Sona readily obeyed. She then tied her arms behind her back again, before pulling out her massive, purple horsecock. Sona’s eyes widened at the sight, as she popped her tongue out, drooling. 
-	“Not so fast, sweetie pie…” Soraka chuckled. “You want this, don’t you?” She ran her enormous futa cock across Sona’s face, covering a large part of it with only the shaft.  “Tell me what you want me to do with the appropriate tone, and you’ll have your desires fulfilled.” Saying that, she slapped Sona’s face playfully with her now fully erect horsecock. 
-	“Please, mistress… I want you to rape my throat, violate it, force your cock down so deep I can barely speak; choke your cocksleeve out,  make me gag as your cock hits the back of my throat, PLEASEEEEEE~!” Her lustful, slutty tone convinced Soraka, who winked at her.
-	“Mmm, those are the words I want to hear… Open wide~” 
Sona opened her cock hole wide to make room for her mistress’ horsecock, which she promptly rammed deep inside Sona’s throat with no warning, causing her to gag violently, to the crowd’s delight.
-	“HNNNG~!” Sona’s wishes were coming true; her throat was being thoroughly violated by Soraka’s enormous futa horsecock drilling itself inside her throat-pussy. 
Soraka grabbed hold of her cocksleeve’s head and kept ramming her dick to the very back of Sona’s throat, triggering her gag reflex on every thrust. The crowd roared in excitement at the cruel facefucking which both parties seemed to enjoy thoroughly. Sona was gagging and choking like there would be no tomorrow, and Soraka seemed to be reaching her limit soon, as Sona’s throat tightened around her horsecock, pleasuring her immensely. Without leaving Sona time to breathe or rest, Soraka moans loudly, drilling her cock as deep as she possibly can before releasing a huge load into Sona’s ass. Sona desperately struggles to break off Soraka’s grip, but to no avail, and soon after, gives in, as her stomach is filled with Futaraka’s delicious, warm cum. After nearly 30 seconds of non-stop cumming deep into her cockslut’s throat, Soraka pulls out, letting her cocksleeve rest momentarily. Sona bends forward, having swallowed an entire liter worth of semen from her mistress’ enormous balls. 
-	“Th-Thank… y-you… m-mistress…” She managed to utter.
-	“We’re not nearly done, sweetie pie… Get up.” Soraka commanded, and her voice showed she would tolerate no disobedience. Sona, albeit tired, obeyed.
Soraka thrust Sona into the wall, in the same position she was whipped, her soft, delicious ass sticking out.  Soraka gave her a rough spank, before rubbing her delicious cock around Sona’s outer vulva. Sona gasped.
-	“M-Mistress? W-Will you…”
-	“Yes. And I’m not asking for permission, either. You’re my cockwhore, you do as I say.”
Sona nodded. “P-Please, ravage my pussy too…”