Savage Status Symbol

The fashions of the rich and powerful change constantly, and Lady Clea Lamont takes great pleasure in setting trends. Her latest endeavour? To make savage northern girls like her dear sex-slave this season's must-have accessory.

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“Have you seen the new shoes Annabelle had delivered from Paris?” Clea asked, neatly swiping a strand of white-blonde hair behind her ear as she fanned herself. “They’re positively ghastly.” There was a murmur of agreement from around the little table she and her friends were seated around, enjoying the sun under their parasols.

“It’s a wonder she snagged herself a husband at all with such a lack of fashion sense.” Lillian agreed, shaking her head. “Blue bows? Perhaps that appeals to the French, but as far as I’m concerned those eyesores would serve better as kindling than footwear.”

“Lillian, darling, you’re too much.” Suzanne giggled. “I pity poor Jonathan.”

“He knows what he’s in for.” Clea purred over the rim of her teacup. “Or else he wouldn’t have been brave enough to propose, isn’t that right dear?”

“I’m afraid the man thinks he can tame me.” Lillian grinned, “He’s in for a rude awakening on our wedding night.”

“Oh Lilli, surely you won’t do anything too harsh!” Suzanne gasped, clapping her hands to her face, “Take pity on the poor man.”

“I shan’t.” Lillian purred. She sipped from her drink before fixing Clea with a searching look. “And you, Clea? Have you thought anything on Sir Alexander’s proposal?”

Clea sighed and rolled her eyes, waving a dismissive gloved hand. “Oh hush. I turned him down on the spot.”

“But Clea!” Suzanne exclaimed; eyes wide. “He’s such a catch!”

“Perhaps.” Clea sniffed, setting down her fan and taking up the leash resting on the table. “I remain thoroughly unimpressed. Besides, I have Savage to tend to my needs.” She gave a sharp yank to the leather strip, bringing the fourth woman of their group stumbling up to the table.

The girl was younger than the three women sitting drinking, only nineteen and yet several feet taller than all of them. She was pale and freckled, with a raging mane of red hair and startling blue eyes. She was impeccably muscled, and dressed to show it off, wearing only a tiny furred loincloth that hung to her knees and a leather collar. Both of her tits were the size of her own head and had been pierced, each small gold ring having its own tiny chain dangling from it. She was gagged and her hands were bound behind her back.

‘Savage’ shot her mistress a furious glare, teeth grinding against the bar gagging her and fists balling behind her back. She strained against the leash tied to her collar for a moment before sighing and hanging her head. Across the table, Lillian nibbled her lip approvingly, eyes wandering over Savage’s muscular bare abdomen to the small tufts of flaming red hair sticking out from under her loincloth. “She is quite magnificent.” She cooed, “I must find myself one.”

“Down, girl.” Clea purred, tugging on the leash again, “Staring up at you is so tiring.”

Savage shot her a contemptuous look and sank to one knee, cheeks burning as Clea reached out and tweaked a rosy nipple. “Mmmm, it’s hot out today, isn’t it? You’re working up quite the sweat.” She ran a finger over Savage’s heavy breast, collecting the tiny droplets clinging to her before pressing her palm against the immense pale tit. Savage’s blush deepened and she growled into her gag, trying to avoid the women’s eyes.

“There we are.” Clea cooed delightedly, looking down to between her pet’s legs, where a foot and a half of cockmeat was twitching hungrily, lifting Savage’s loincloth. “Come bring our friend up so we can all admire him.”

Savage groaned into her gag and rose up, carefully draping her cock over the table. Her cheeks as red as her hair as Clea’s silk-gloved hand toyed with the thick curls at her base.

As usual Clea’s friends were enraptured, Lillian let out a soft coo and leaning closer to admire Savage’s member, Suzanne turned bright red and hid her face, peeking through her fingers at the ginger’s throbbing meat.

“If all those northern savages were as gorgeous as you, they’d have the empire’s women on their backs in a day.” Lillian groaned, lifting the cock in her palms and marvelling at its weight. “God knows if it weren’t for my self-respect, I’d let you take me whenever and wherever you pleased.”

“Lillian you’re engaged.” Suzanne whimpered. “Don’t talk like such a harlot.”

“Come now Suzie.” Clea smiled, “You’re as red as a robin, don’t tell us you wouldn’t love a taste of my pet?”

“That’s not the point!” Suzanne squeaked, “It’s vulgar.”

“if I were to ungag her, you would soon appreciate just how vulgar my pet is.” Clea chuckled, giving Savage’s balls a gently squeeze before brushing off her gloves. “Which is why you are of course always welcome to pay me a visit whenever your husbands fail to satisfy. My dearest savage is best appreciated when unleashed.”

“You’re too kind.” Lillian murmured, pressing the cock against her cheek and taking a deep breath, breathing in her musk with barely contained arousal. “I have a fitting tonight, but I will certainly make time to come by and… indulge myself. It'll tide me over until I can procure my own.”

“And you, Suzie?” Clea purred, “Care to come have your cherry popped?”

“I’m not a virgin.” Suzanne muttered, “Jeffrey is a very… he… we’re quite happy.” she blushed and looked Savage over again. "But... I would quite like to have one all the same."

Clea laughed softly and nodded, standing up and giving Savage a sharp slap on the rear. “Good day, ladies.” She waved goodbye to her friends and strolled back across the park, enjoying the sun on her face and the tug on the leash as she pulled Savage along. The looks her prized pet got as she paraded her about were always delicious, but in the heat of summer when her savage girl was glistening with sweat and practically glowing with virility, there was nothing sweeter.

“Home, driver.” She said brightly as she reached her carriage, slipping into the back seat and watching with amusement as Savage carefully followed. “What a delightful afternoon.” She purred, basking in the hateful look her pet shot her.

Savage growled into her gag and seated herself uncomfortably on the floor, wincing as Clea ran her fingers through her hair. “You were magnificent, of course. I noticed quite a few eyes following us as we walked.”

Savage grunted with disgust.

“Now now. None of that.” Clea said softly, moving a foot to press down on the girl’s crotch. “Or mistress will have to punish you.”

Savage hung her head and shuffled uncomfortably. She remained obediently mute until she was pulled from the carriage and into the entryway of Clea’s estate. “Had a nice day out, ma’am?” one of Clea’s maids asked, quickly taking her parasol and gloves.

“I did Jeanie.” Clea sighed, “Would you go tell someone to prepare my bedroom, Savage has been such a good girl today.”

“Of course, ma’am.” Jeanie nodded, giving a short curtsy before taking Savage’s lead and dragging the amazonian woman away.

The day passed, light dimming as the sun finally slunk behind the horizon. Clea glanced at her pocket watch and smiled, preparing herself and slipping into her favourite lingerie, before making her way up to her bedchambers, where her dear savage slave awaited.

“Good evening dear.” Clea chuckled, slipping through the door and grinning at Savage. The barbarian girl was nude and bound, tied to the ceiling and floor by the ankles and wrists. “I do hope I haven’t kept you waiting.” She drew her silky robe a little tighter about her voluptuous form and sauntered close to the bound girl glaring at her.

“Fuck of ye ponce.” Savage spat, sneering as Clea stepped up to her and rested a palm over her chest. Clea clicked her tongue sternly and gave Savage’s cheek a gentle pat.

“Now, now, I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting. There’s no need for foul language.”

“Suck a cock ye poxy cunt.” Savage replied.

“Oh my.” Clea cooed, fanning herself with a hand. “You’re so forward, savage.”

“My name is Alar.” Savage growled, “And if you even think of touchin’ my cock again, I’ll snap yer neck like a twig.”

“Come now, savage.” Clea cooed, slipping her robe from her shoulders and letting it flutter to the ground. “Play nice for mistress.” Alar’s cheeks flushed as she stared down at her mistress’ naked form, soft breasts and wide hips almost glowing in the sunset light pouring though the curtains. She cleared her throat and hastily looked away, letting out a quiet whine as her cock began to swell.

“I swear to all the gods I’ll escape this place one day.” She muttered impotently, trembling as Clea ran her palm along her shaft, forcing it down only to release her and send the immense pole springing upwards again.

“Maybe.” Clea shrugged, smiling. “You’d miss me though.”

“S… stop it!” Alar whined as Clea’s hand closed around her tip and squeezed, her entire cock swelling from the stimulation. “Stop touching me!”

“You’re not enjoying it?” Clea frowned, slowly beginning to drag her hand back and forth. “Don’t you savages play?”

“Th… this isn’t… playing…” Alar growled, trying to move her hips back away from Clea’s hand, only succeeding in adding to the stimulation. “This… this is torture.”

“Oh Savage, I’m not torturing you.” Clea cooed, kissing her cheek. “I’m just teasing.”

“All ye do is tease!” Alar groaned, “Day after day, all ye do is tease me, you an yer friends. I haven’ cum in months!”

“Oh my sweet, sweet savage.” Clea breathed, sinking to her knees. She traced a gloved finger along the underside of Alar’s manhood before flicking her head gently, making the girl whine softly. “Are you feeling pent up? Do you need mistress to make you cum?”

“Yer… not… my… mistress.” Alar grunted, eyes squeezed tightly shut as Clea pressed her face beneath her length, drinking in her musk and making the girl tremble as her breath danced over her skin.

“I only want you to be happy, my savage.” Clea pouted up at her. “If you’re good I can make life heaven for you, all you need do is obey.”

“Ye took me from my home.” Alar scowled, mustering all her strength to resist Clea’s manipulations. “From my family an’ my friends, I’ll not give ye anything ye want as long as I’m yer slave.”

“Now there, Savage.” Clea scolded, standing up and pushing her firmly against her bindings with a palm. “You were gifted to me. I didn’t take you from anything.” She sighed and returned her hands to Alar’s shaft, gently guiding it between her thighs and cooing as it brushed against her. Alar whimpered, cock stirring with desperate arousal as it was squeezed. “Be a good girl for me, please? Call me mistress and I’ll let you cum.”

“I’ll… I’ll not give in.” Alar mumbled. “I… I’m a… daughter of th… the Bear. I… was raised… to… resist pain.”

“Ah, but it isn’t pain driving you mad, is it my darling?”

“I will not su… submit.”

Clea sighed and began to roll her hips ever so slightly, rubbing Alar’s rod between her thighs. Her hands moved and began to tweak and toy with the girl’s nipples, already diamond-hard from the cool air and her teasing. The savage girl had never been treated like this in her life, never been kept from satisfaction longer than a day or so. Now after almost six months of teasing and restriction she was fit to burst. She needed to cum almost as much as she needed to breathe, it was only a matter of time until either her need or her pride broke.

“I’ve never had a Savage in my bed before.” Clea cooed, “I was hoping to enjoy you when you first came into my possession. Wouldn’t you enjoy that? I’d even allow you to take me like I’m sure you savages do. I’m ever so curious to see these magnificent muscles at work.”

“Won’t.” Alar shook her head desperately. “W… won’t.”

“The men in my life have all been so… disappointing.” Clea sighed, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of Alar’s breasts and kneading them gently. “I’ve always preferred women. Imagine my joy when I set my eyes on you. Such a magnificent girl, sure to grow into a magnificent woman. One that could satisfy my desires, give me the family I want without me having to settle for some halfwit male.”

“Gods… give me… strength.”

“I know you want me.” Clea cooed. “I know you want to be inside me. All you have to say… is ‘please, mistress.’”

“I c… can’t.” Alar whimpered. “I… I won’t be yer plaything.”

“You’d be my lover… my consort… father of my children.” Clea breathed into her ear. “Is your pride worth a life spent like this, when you could share my bed and enjoy my body?”

“I… I am… a… daughter of…”

“The Bear… yes.” Clea sighed, lips brushing against her lobe ever so slightly. “And the Bear Clan cast you out anyway… they gave you to me. Why remain loyal to them… they weren’t to you.”

“I… I don’t…”

“Two words.”

“I… can’t.”

“Two little words, and you’re free.”

“Please…”

“Please, what? Tell me. Tell me and let me help you start your new life.”

“Please…” Alar sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks, “Pl… please… m…mistress.”

Clea stopped, her hands leaving Alar’s breasts, her thighs no longer squeezing down on her manhood. She smiled and gently cupped Alar’s cheeks, wiping away her tears with her thumbs. “Of course, my darling Savage.”

She slipped off Alar’s length and knelt, smiling coyly up at the quivering redhead before kissing her throbbing red head. Alar whimpered as Clea’s lips wrapped around her shaft, her tongue massaging her as inch after inch of her cock slipped into her mistress’ mouth. “Gods… forgive me.”

“Ah ah.” Clea chided, fingers toying with Alar’s sack. “No more of that nonsense, understand? Or no more pleasure.”

“I…” Alar began before hanging her head in defeat. “Y… yes mistress.”

“Good Savage.”

Clea kissed her shaft before returning to work. Her silver-haired head bobbing back and forth as her fingers tousled Alar’s thick red pubic hair. It wasn’t long before Alar was whining with need, bucking her hips against Clea’s lips. Clea smiled to herself and pulled back, standing up and taking Alar’s jaw in her palm. “Are you going to be good for mistress, Savage? Are you going to do as you’re told?”

“Y… yes, mistress.” Alar sobbed, “Please… I’ll do anything… just… just let me cum… I’m begging ye.”

“Don’t worry, sweet Savage.” Clea cooped, stroking her hand faster and faster over Alar’s shaft. “Mistress will take good care of you, as long as you obey.”

“I’ll… I’ll obey ye. I swear… I’ll be good.”

“Kiss me, darling.” Clea grinned, pulling the girl’s head down to meet hers. Their lips met and Clea’s tongue slipped into her mouth, drawing a whimper from the girl. As Alar finally came after six long months she whined into Clea’s mouth, knees going weak and sending her slumping in her bonds, her cum jetting across the room onto the carpet.

“Such a messy, savage girl.” Clea breathed into her ear, hands still stroking her shaft. “Did that feel good?”

“Y… yes… mistress.” Alar croaked weakly.

“But you want more, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Alar nodded, swallowing as Clea’s hands stroked around her broad shoulders, “Please?”

“You want to be inside me?” Clea cooed, tugging gently at the cords holding Alar’s hands together, bringing them away from the hook on the ceiling and letting the girl drop heavily to her knees. Alar blinked up at her, knelt on the floor with her cock twitching between her legs. She watched, wide-eyed, as Clea sauntered to the bed and slipped back onto it. “Come, savage.”

Alar groaned and shifted, managing to get to her feet and stumble towards the bed. Clea laughed at her as she tripped onto the bed and shuffled closer, cheeks burning with humiliation. She ignored her mistress and bowed down to push herself between the older woman’s legs, only to find herself held at bay by a silk-covered foot.

“Say please.”

“I… Please?”

“Good Savage.” Clea smiled, hooking her leg behind Savage’s waist and tugging her closer. Alar whimpered and pushed her hips forwards, guided by Clea’s gloved hand, slipping inside Clea’s folds. “Oh my… Savage, you’re so… thick.” Clea laughed, letting out a soft coo and curling her toes.

“Oh… gods above…”

Clea tutted and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head down sharply. “No more talk, Savage. Fuck me, or I’ll give you another few months without cumming.” Alar trembled and nodded quickly, earning a gentle pat to the cheek in return. “Now… ravish me.”

“M…mistress, my hands…?”

Clea raised a brow and pinched her chin. “My dearest savage, you wouldn’t be trying to escape me, would you?”

“My… tribe doesn’t want me… I don’t have anything to me name… Yer the only home I have.”

“As long as you’re good.” Clea agreed, “I can make this place a paradise for you, if you obey.”

“I… I will.” Alar breathed, “I… I promise.”

Clea sighed and reached around Alar’s back, undoing the knot binding her and smiling as the girl steadied herself on the bed. “Better?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good. Now, you may do as you please.” Clea cooed, lying back and biting her lip, watching the emotions play over Alar’s freckled face. The girl slowly planted her arms on either side of her head and began to thrust.

It was slow for a few moments, almost gentle, until Alar was certain Clea wouldn’t bite. Then every second of the girl’s frustration came pouring out, she roared and slammed her hips into Clea, hands grabbing at her tits, raking through her hair. Pale legs locked behind her back as she pounded her new mistress, panting for breath as her cock was milked for all it was worth. Her lips found Clea’s and locked into a feral kiss, her tongue exploring her mistress’ mouth, her teeth finding her lips and tugging gently.

Clea tasted of vanilla and honey, smelled of perfume more expensive than anything the girl had ever owned. Her fingers raked over Alar’s muscular shoulders, cutting her and making Alar slam all the harder into her. Clea laughed at her as she blushed, hips moving beyond her control. “Such a sweet Savage girl.”

“Feels so good.” Alar croaked. “I want… want more.”

“Oh yes, my pet.” Clea cried out as Alar’s hands gripped her hips and used them for more leverage to fuck the woman who had enslaved her harder still. The slap of flesh on flesh was almost deafening, mixing with the rush of blood in Alar’s ears. “Take me like the animal you are.”

Alar hissed through her teeth and sank herself deeper into Clea until her fiery curls brushed against the older woman’s immaculately groomed slit. Soft blue eyes squeezed shut as she groaned, forehead pressing tight against Clea. Hands found their way around her back same as her legs, her lips and teeth played over her throat, leaving deep red marks on her pale skin.

“M… mistress.” Alar sobbed weakly, her release coming suddenly. Pleasure ripping through her, destroying her strength. She collapsed weakly over Clea, cock throbbing as it drained into her, the searing mess of cum bubbling out at their joining. She trembled as Clea’s fingers roamed through her hair before falling asleep without so much as a whimper.

She awoke naked and shivering on the bed, blinking up at her mistress in the dawn light. She blushed and covered herself, only for Clea to move her hands away, smiling hungrily. “I thought I would take you out today, savage. Let the people see you again, I do so love their attention. Would you like that?”

“Yes Mistress.” Alar blushed, trembling as a finger slowly pushed her shaft down against her belly.

“I expect savages like you will be in fashion by the end of the month.” Clea sighed to herself, toying thoughtlessly with Alar’s thick curls. 

She smiled and giggled softly, “I do so love setting trends.”