---That day...
Memories of the time when she was defeated started to resurface in Branwen's mind. To fight the swamp army threatening the Dragon Kingdom, Branwen, as always, dressed in her noble battle gear, mounted Usher's back, and took to the sky. She remembered seeing a large crowd of people watching her departure below. She was certainly a revered warrior.
The only miscalculation was that the goblin tribe's weapons were more advanced than expected. If she had been cautious about that, she could have even driven off the Swamp Witch. Usher's wings got tangled in the nets that filled the sky and fell. By the time Branwen tried to cut through the net, a poisoned sword had been thrust into Usher's throat.
After that, it was a series of humiliations that anyone could have seen coming. Dressed in disgraceful training gear and forced to fight with multiple handicaps every day, she was brought to her knees by training devices she had never experienced before and made to cry out in a slutty voice. At first, she showed resistance with her firm words and attitude. But every time she resisted, she was sent scales from Usher, stained with blood. They must have been torn off by force. Seeing that, Branwen had no choice but to fight. And the life of a slave, stifled in resistance, slowly invaded her body and spirit like a pool of blood, leaving only a feeling of weariness.
Before she knew it, Branwen was the last one standing, almost unscathed in the wild arena. The hellhounds were thrown around like tattered rags, the orc with a split head leaned against the wall, and the Minotaur was cut in half. There was applause amid the boos. Apparently, it had been quite a match.
---What would he think of me...
Branwen feared nothing more than being judged by her friend. Dragons choose their riders. They carry warriors with dragon blood and indomitable spirits on their backs. Branwen believed she hadn't bowed her heart yet. But would the proud dragon once again accept her defiled body? She wouldn't know until they met. Noticing the blood splashed on her cheek, Branwen wiped it off, dragging her iron ball as she returned to the backstage.
That night, Branwen was on all fours in Dogura's bedroom. Of course, she served the role of a chair for her master. "Made quite a bit betting in the fight today," Dogura boasted to the ceiling in his drunken voice from above her. Droplets of cheap alcohol spilled from his mouth, wetting Branwen's back. She was now accustomed to such humiliations, gritting her teeth and enduring them. "The wine of victory is nice, but... it's about time I go and pick up a new slave to replace you." Dogura staggered down from his seat, kicking Branwen's flank with heavy steps, and humming a tune as he left, closed the door behind him.
How much time had passed since the sound of the carriage (the one Dogura had presumably taken) faded away by now…? Suddenly, there was commotion outside the mansion. Sounds of horses running around and the smell of smoke reached her. And then, the screams of her brethren echoed from outside the mansion. "Your comrades have isolated Dogura. Now's your chance, Lady Branwen!" Branwen was told, and she suddenly realized the odd lightness of the training devices clinging to her body. "You have to break the chains. There's another squad waiting on the other side." Branwen felt a surge of heat throughout her body. Simultaneously, Branwen was forcefully breaking her leg shackles with her bare hands. Then, she stood up. It had been a long time, but for now, Branwen could enjoy a moment of freedom. Finally, she took up the rusted sword and shield that had been mounted on the wall and went outside the mansion.
"...So, what's next?" Her comrades had started fires all around the area, causing confusion among the citizens. A comrade with his head bowed pointed to the night sky seen from the window. He said they had prepared horses, but Branwen shook her head. She shattered the ground with the robust leg strength she originally had and leapt toward where Usher was waiting.
---It's true, freedom is close...!
As she hopped across rooftops, Branwen experienced a feeling of elation as if all those training devices had been a bad dream. Escaping from Dogura's hand and returning to the sky with Usher, her long-dried hopes took on reality, and her heartbeat quivered down to her fingertips.
What emerged from the darkness was a grotesque boulder. That boulder was the fortress where Usher was incarcerated, and what was formed around it seemed to be a slave market. The makeshift tents were lined up like a labyrinth in the cramped area, and several silhouettes chained together were vaguely visible. "Over here, Lady Branwen!" A voice came from where torches were being swung. It must be her waiting comrades. Branwen kicked off the roof tiles and landed on the ground. There were about ten men around her. "We've tied up the dragon's guards. If only we had your strength, Lady Branwen..."
That was the moment. The instant Branwen perceived a faint heat wave, she sprang into the air with the agility of an acrobat. Below her, crimson flames covered everything like a flood. Her comrades were extinguishing like charcoal, not even emitting a single scream. The heat wave vanished as quickly as magic, but a cross-like mace extended from the darkness, aiming at Branwen's landing. She parried the attack with the copper sword at her hip at the right timing. The spark created by the clash of weapons revealed a small man in the darkness.
"Still have the guts to run away, huh..."
The silhouette of Dogura slowly emerged from the darkness. In his hand, he was holding a reel leading to the darkness behind him.
"I'm surprised there are still some who admire you."
"....You're just blind."
"I wonder about that, Branwen."
Dogura was about to say something else, but then he chuckled, causing unease in Branwen.
"Anyway, it's time to test the performance of the new slave."
Dogura pulled the reel towards the darkness, and from the depths emerged a figure that made Branwen grip her sword tightly.
"So, our positions have reversed since then..."
"Kuh...!"
The Inquisitor, Sigui. The beautiful fighter, who once opposed the kingdom as a member of the Rebel Army, was now sadly reduced to a slave. Despite wearing nun-like headgear reminiscent of her former profession, her body was dominated by Dogura's training gear, just like Branwen. The only difference was the fluorescent-like lights, apparently he wasn’t sending magic into her three private areas just yet.
"Get to it, Sigui! Capture Branwen alive! I don't care what happens to the church's lot!"
The distance between Sigui and Branwen closed rapidly. As she dodged the hammer swung directly at her, Branwen hit Sigui's head with the shield in her hand. The vibration given to the skull reached the arm, but Sigui seemed to have been waiting for that: she pulled out her divine chain sword from her pocket with her other hand and drew it around her like a spiral, entangling Branwen and preparing to aim the hammer again.
Branwen reached out and grasped the chain tightly. In the brief moment that the chain sword was wrapping around her body, she pulled the chain with enough strength to make the muscles in her biceps strain, and slammed Sigui down on the ground with a shoulder throw. The sound of the impact, like shattering air, was transmitted through the chain.
"What are you doing, Sigui!"
Unable to stand it, Dogura used magic to send pleasure running through Sigui's body. Her cries of pain had turned into moans of pleasure, and she embodied that pleasure by arching her back. It was indeed a sight reminiscent of Branwen's own humiliation.
"That's far enough, Dogura."
Branwen touched the tip of her sword to Dogura's cheek. The small man beneath her gritted his teeth and glared at her through his mask as he sweated coldly.
"Not even this scrap metal you gave me is worth being stained with your blood."
If he didn't have his tools and slaves, he'd be inferior to the lowest-ranking demon in the area. Branwen sneered at that thought under her poker face and tried to proceed to the fortress. Then, she heard a scornful laugh from behind.
"You still don't seem to realize it yourself..."
As Branwen turned around, Dogura had produced a small microphone from somewhere, and put it to his mouth. He shouted loudly, his saliva splattering everywhere.
"Hey, you filthy monsters! I have my slave here! Whoever captures her can have her, play with her as you like, c’mon and get her!"
In other words, he was calling for reinforcements. But Branwen had no need to fight endless enemies alone, she had to save Usher as quickly as possible. And so, Branwen quickened her pace towards the fortress.
As she approached the large rock, she didn't need to strain her ears to hear the footsteps of what seemed to be pursuers from all directions. They must have gathered at Dogura's shout. Looking closely, the surrounding market was intertwined like a maze. It was hard to fight in such a narrow place. As Branwen stomped her foot to move along the rooftops, she sensed several light footsteps approaching her. In a hurry, Branwen readied her sword and returned her gaze forward.
"Look, it has to be this one."
Heads appeared at a position lower than Branwen's chest. Five orc boys were looking up at Branwen with wooden branches in their hands. Their eyes had a brilliance like jewels, no different from human children.
"Get ready, girlie."
"We're going to make you our slave."
However, as expected of monster children, their words and actions were exceedingly wicked. Branwen was at a loss about how to handle their tiny bodies that seemed likely to fly off with just a slight hit.
"Hey, what should I do next? Give me an order."
Branwen somehow murmured such a monologue and was immediately taken aback. Who exactly was she expecting an answer from right now? She unintentionally looked around, where there were no allies. At that moment, the children began hitting her body with their wooden branches. It was just a tingling sensation, but Branwen was terribly confused.
—What is happening to me...!
For some reason, she was unable to swing her sword. From the moment she muttered as if in delirium, she couldn't move even a toe. She was like a baby who had forgotten how to walk. As she puzzled over this unprecedented phenomenon, Branwen began to hear screams from the bottom of her heart.
—Give me orders! Direct me! Guide me!
Emotions she should hate began to well up. She began to feel the weight of the chains she was sure she had torn off all over her body.
"Is this the button to push?"
One of the children put their hand on the switch of the training gear that was still hanging down. There wasn't even time to say 'wait'. With uncertain hands, they pressed the signal for punishment, and the three points of Branwen's body emitted an intense light. It was at maximum energy, as they had no concept of moderation.
"Wow, just like Dogura said. She loses easily."
"Hey hey, lend it to me too."
"Me too, me too."
The warrior of the dragon who had survived many battles was being toyed with by children who were barely of age. She was letting out indecent sounds and her entire body was shaking. Even though she felt humiliated, Branwen noticed a familiar sense of relief floating around.
—Don't tell me I...
"I told you, didn't I? You belong to someone else now."
What Branwen saw when she looked up, panting heavily and raising her hips repeatedly, was Dogura with a degrading laugh on his face.
"You've been following other people's orders all this time. It's impossible for you to suddenly try to move on your own."
No way, Branwen thought. Just because she was told to fight so much, she couldn't possibly end up like a puppet whose strings had been cut. She had always harbored the intention to escape within her. Branwen chewed on the thought, unable to believe her situation.
"Don’t believe it, do ya? Heh, it’s written all over yer face."
Dogura grabbed Branwen's tied-up hair, and released persistent words at a distance so close that the tip of his tongue could brush against her ear.
"But Branwen, you're a masochistic woman who wants to be dominated."
".....!"
"I knew it from the first time I met you! A woman who gets excited by being bossed around by humans!"
".....!"
"You've lost the mask of the noble warrior! You're a born and bred slave woman!"
Dogura showed her a magical crystal in front of her eyes. What emerged in it was her own figure, following orders in a match at the arena that happened once upon a time. However, what she saw wasn’t a Branwen who had sworn not to give in to her heart, but her gallant figure with a small smile swinging a sword. It was as if she had no doubts about being a slave.
—Lady Branwen, huh? Ahh, what a heavy and depressing name.
At this point, Branwen perfectly understood what she had been about to say upon her reunion with her kin. Could it be that she was the one? Every time she showed herself, she was bowed to, praised as a Holy Dragon Warrior. Was it possible that she had hated being herself? That was why she had thrown herself into an outnumbered fight, and fallen into slavery. No, didn't she want to become a slave?
Suspicion engulfed her mind, and Branwen let out a sob that she could not vocalize. Before she knew it, she was crawling away from Dogura.
"Hey, where do you think you're going, shaking your ass like that!?"
Her buttocks were engraved with the mark of a slave etched in by Dogura. Her large breasts also sloppily swung up and down. She must have looked incredibly disgraceful. Still, sobbing and wheezing, Branwen forgot her dragon pride and fled in confusion.
"I'll smack that big ass of yours soon."
He thought he could regain control over the woman whose pride he had completely shattered. However, Dogura had been too confident. After she turned the corner of a building, he could no longer see her.
"What the...!?"
Branwen, even as her mind was breaking down, successfully disappeared from Dogura's sight by cleverly utilizing the intricate blind spots, exerting the last bit of her rationality. His regretful scream filled the air as he noticed. Branwen, leaning against the wall of an unseen corner, was desperately trying to calm her raging excitement by moving her shoulders up and down. But it couldn't be easily subdued.
―――There's only one solution.
Branwen, shrouded in dragon spirit all over her body, started to destroy the building in front of her, disregarding her hiding.
―――Usher...!
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