He smiled as he saw her approach. “Princess, introduce yourself.”
She tried to say her name, but choked as her collar tightened. The attaching documentation said that it would cause her tits to become very sensitive and painful for some time, until they went numb, at which point she was to moo like a cow and the magic of the rope would cause it loosen, letting blood back into her breasts – a source of excruciating pain – before eventually constricting again. Her breast size would be one of the first things anyone would remember about her. He looked at her lips, and she obediently opened up and took his cock into her mouth and began to suck. She went bright red, but found she could neither cover herself nor run away. She fell to her knees, legs parted, fingers working her fuckhole. She did want to be useful. “You see, princess,” said Erlanthor. And I see her udders are producing nicely…”
“The milk bears the stigma of the curse that affects her,” said Erlanthor.
