The man known as Stavros DarKoven walked into the Golden Keg tavern in the Dwarven District of Stormwind, and retrieved his room key from the innkeeper, who had kept it for him while he did some exploring. His long black hair gleamed wetly; he had returned from one of the bath houses, where he had been soaked, shaved massaged, and finally eaten a light breakfast of honey croissants and fresh nightpairs, imported from Suramar. He wore well-oiled dark green leathers. His left eye was covered with a leather patch, the souvenir of some deadly conflict. He wore a long sword and dagger on a baldric slung around his waist, just above his belt. Other knives were tucked in his waist and the top of his right leather knee-high boot.

He had purchased several bottles of Mananelle's Sparkling Cider and a small container with Mana-Poached Eggs and a double order of thick crispy bacon. He unlocked and entered the living area of the inn room. He put the breakfast package and the bottles of the sparkling cider on the table, and went to the open doorway to the bedroom. The bed was still occupied by a beautiful Ren'dorei with purple hair. Lithe and slim, yet well-muscled, he stood there gazing at her perfect form. The only thing she wore under the bedclothes was a black leather collar with a mithril ring, and a mithril plate that said in Thalassian "Property of Stavros DarKoven".

He was still admiring the view of his property when a knock came at the inn room door. He shut the bedroom door to not disturb his lover's sleep.

Stavros opened the front door and gazed at the Ren'dorei lady who stood there, awaiting admittance. Stavros had gotten a letter from this lady the sister of his collared slave, who expressed that she wanted her sister freed in no uncertain terms. he looked at her carefully, softly assessing her. Her hair was a deep blue so dark it was almost black, and it fell straight down her back, almost reaching her butt. Her figure was almost boyish; where his slave had delightful but slender curves, her sister was short and narrow of build, with svelte hips and small, high breasts. She looked as if she might need to ear lead shoes in high winds, that anything might topple her over, but Stavros new such body types here deceptive, like the slender steel of a rapier blade - underestimate their strength and one would find oneself swiftly cut to ribbons. Her blouse was belted at the waist, and her long flowing skirt obscured her legs.

"Lady, I bid you welcome. Please, enter and be at ease. May I offer you some sparkling cider?" he began, a smile on his face. While he didn't imagine that his smile would stay there long, he refused to begin this meeting on an antagonistic tone.

The woman didn't so much as smile. "I don't think so. I would much prefer to take my sister and leave."

"Perhaps we might talk about that, before you make any... unilateral decisions," Stavros said, still attempting to be pleasant. "if your sister doesn't want to go with you, for example? What do you do then? I am not keeping her here, I am not chaining her to the bed... well, most of the time. Sometimes her wrists just cry out for chains, and who am I to deny her what she craves?"

The sister of his submissive sneered. "She has always been an attention whore, dressing like a slut. She is a shame to the family name!"

"Is she now? I understand that you are a researcher in the Rift, studying void magic - and that led to your and your sister's corruption by Void magic, and your exile from Silvermoon?"

The sister nodded cautiously. "Yes, what of it?"

"And your research? Who funds it? Who pays for your clothes, your food, and your research expenses?" Stavros asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer. "Your sister sells her services with sword and firearm so that you can continue your researches, yes? And you are worried that your golden ticket has given herself to me..."

The sister had the grace to flush a deep violet color before spouting her denial. "That is untrue! I care for her - she's my sister, damn you! I want her to be safe and happy, not at the end of your goddamn leash!"

Stavros chuckled. "Sister of my Beloved, you are a mage - you can probably freeze me in an icicle or flash-fry me to ash in a second. Well, maybe a few seconds, give that you spend most of your time in research, and not in combat... still, you are powerful and talented," he said. "Your sister has told me that the two of you were taken into a Sin'dorei House, and that she was immediately put to work training as an armsman, drilled in blades, and firearms and stealth. You were allowed more freedom, and discovered your calling in the House library, studying the arcane. As you are skilled and deadly with your magic, she is a magician with her heavy blades, and an artist with her firearms. My point... is that if she didn't want to be here, with me, I'd be a cold corpse faster than it takes a paladin to pray."

"Then why the collar? Why do you call her your slave?" the sister asked.

"Your sister... has needs that need to be fulfilled. Needs and cravings that make her happy, that are very potentially risky. Like the two of you, I am also... quite capable of taking care of what is mine. Did you know that I did not put the collar on her? I made it for her and gave it to her... but it was not until she knelt before me and asked me to put it on her that she became mine. I own her heart, which is a much more valuable thing that owning her body, delightful though it is. And she owns mine - I would rip my own throat out and bleed to death in a Stormwind alleyway before I would let any harm come to her. You tell her that she looks like a slut and a whore - that is because she wants to be treated like a slut and a whore, which can be quite perilous on her own. I give her the freedom to have the experiences she craves, and keep her safe. It is not about money - it has never been about money. it is about letting her scratch those itches she has, while being safe and feeling loved and adored by her Master - me."

"So, she is free to leave anytime" the sister asked.

"She is. She wears the collar because she wants to - because she wants me to be her master, and for her to be my whore. My job is to use her as my whore, while keeping her safe,"

"How selfless of you..." she commented sarcastically. "And you do what with the money you earn from whoring out my sister's body."

"I have not decided what to do with the coin I get... for example, here is the purse I got last night for sending her off with a human woman who could not take her eyes of my little whore..." Stavros tossed the pouch in the table. The clink of gold sounded loudly in the room. "Take it... use it for your research."

"You had her go with a human woman" the sister questioned. She hesitated a moment, and then tucked the pouch in her belt.

"I did... I understand she did quite well," he said, the pride evident in his voice.

"...and she does anything you tell her? Anything at all?" the sister asked.

"So far... I have yet to hit the limits of my little whore's willingness... why do you ask?"

"Well, I want to be sure that is IS her idea... not just you are exploiting a weakness in her personality," the sister commented.

"Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

"I want to see exactly how she will react when you give her an order for a depraved, unnatural act," the sister said. "Let me see... " she pretended to think about it for a moment. "I know... " The sister removed the money pouch she had taken, and tossed it back on the table. "Rent your whore to me. Let me see that she is willing, and what happened when she hits her limits." The sister smirked, expecting Stavros to refuse.

"On one condition," he said. "I stay and oversee things."

"Why?"

"So that you can't just take her and teleport away, Miss Mage. I would insist on this with any mage client f hers, if I didn't have a teleport-blocking glyph," Stavros smiled. "I take protecting my Whore seriously."

The sister nodded her acceptance of his condition.

"Very good... let me wake her up and bring her out." Stavros vanished into the bedroom, leaving her alone with her nerves; what she had not told Stavros - it being none of his business, really - was that she had always felt overshadowed by her beautiful, deadly older sister. She had hidden away her feelings of inadequacy and resentment, and only brought out her fantasies of punishing and dominating her sister when she was alone, pleasuring herself with her fingers and a large, carved ivory dildo. her fingers would stroke her labia and clit, sometimes spanking herself as she imagined whipping her naked sister with a whip and then using a strap attachment so that she could fuck her sister until her sister's cunt was raw and her screams betrayed her pleasure. The thought of "testing" her sister's sluttish obedience to her master had immediately soaked her sweet pussy under her skirts, and she wondered where her sister would draw the line.

Stavros kissed his Whore awake with gentle kisses and caresses. "Wake up, darling... I have a surprise for you; you have a customer waiting. Not the breakfast I had envisioned for you, but you can eat THAT after you feast on your client..." His Whore smiled, almost purring. "I guess that is what happens when I sleep in my collar... what a delightful way to start the day." His Whore got up off the bed and stretched on her tip-toes, yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes while Stavros pulled several items from his pack, stashing them in his doublet.

The Sister reveled at the shock in the Whore's face as she stepped into the room and fell to her kneels. Stavros was right behind her, and spoke. "This lady has requested by best whore for her pleasure, and you are my very best whore. You may call her Lady or Mistress, and nothing else...do you understand?"

"Yes, my Master," his Whore said softly, biting her lip and blushing.

"Good, little whore... now, take off your collar," he commanded.

Her hand flew to her collar. "My collar? Have I displeased you?"

"No, love, not at all. But the Lady wants to make sure that you are accepting me as your Lord and master of your own free will; she is a mage of great power, so if you don't want to be my slutty little cumwhore, she can take you safely away," he informed her.

"I see... very well, my master," his Whore replied, her hands unbuckling her collar and setting it on the ground. She looked up, and caught the eyes of her sister, blushing deeply. "Lady... Sister... I want to be his loving cumslut whore." With that declaration, she took back her collar and buckled it on again. She dropped her eyes to the floor. "How may I please you... Mistress?"

The Sister stood there, breathless, stunned that her sister, her fierce protector, had not hesitated to don the collar that proclaimed her to be Stavros' whore. She was paralyzed by potential success, and Stavros filled the silence. "Undress your Mistress, beautiful Whore." His Whore stood and moved to her sister, and began to unbutton the blouse. She removed her sister's blouse and belt, and then knelt, unbuttoning her Mistress' skirt, allowing her sister to step out of them.

Under her prim and proper clothing, the Whore's sister had worn a black corset. Cinched tightly, it helped enhance what nature had given her, pushing her small breasts higher and into a cleavage that might otherwise be lacking. Stavros noted that his Whore's sister had not worn panties, her shaven cunt bare. She grinned as he spotted liquid slowly running down her inner thigh - his Whore's sister was excited by the attentions of his Whore.

His Whore's sister seemed to wake as if from a living dream. "What a nasty little slut you are... fold those clothes neatly, and then kneel before me." His Whore obeyed with alacrity, kneeling before her Mistress client with her ankles crossed and her knees spread wide, as she had been trained.

"Satisfy me, sweet little whore!" the Mistress commanded, grabbing the Whore's magenta hair and rubbing her face ins the Mistress' cunt.

The Whore began to lick and suck eagerly, the taboo nature of being forced to suck her sister's cunt lighting a fire in her belly. Her hands came up and while one finger sought her Mistress' anus while the other explored her open cunt while the Whore enthusiastically ate her sister's the scent of her sister's womanhood inflamed her, and she mewled gently as her sister jammed her face roughly into her cunt, running her quim-honey all over the Whore's face. Her sister moaned as she ground herself onto the Whore's face, her excitement bringing her far too soon to a violent orgasm. The Whore could barely breath as her Mistress rubbed her weeping cunt all over her face, coating her with the tangy liquid.

Finally, the Mistress stepped back, and the whore assured her submissive position again, the floor beneath her pussy wet with her own secretions. Stavros stepped forward, and said to the Mistress. "My apologies for my Whore's lack of discipline Mistress... you did not give her permission to use her hands upon you. Perhaps you will punish her for her presumption with six strokes of the whip?" Stavros handed the Mistress a whip with three two-foot braided leather strands atop a thick, eight-inch-long leather-wrapped handle. Stepping in front of his Whore, Stavros made her stand and put her arms around his neck, acting as a living frame, presenting her back and buttocks to the Mistress while kissing and whispering endearments to his Whore.

The Mistress looked at the backside of her sister, and blushed. The first stroke fell lightly, and the leather curled around the Whore's body, almost caressing her curves. The second stoke was harder, less tentative, and the Whore gasped at the increase in the pain. The third and fourth strokes left welts and weals across the smooth blue velvet skin, and the Whore moaned in both pleasure end pain as he body pressed hard against her Master, feeling the hardness of both is muscles and his erect cock under the leather he wore. The last two strokes here the heaviest of all, and left little bloody trails. The Whore's body convulsed with each of the strokes, and she shifted so that she could rub her pussy against the hard shaft of her master's cock through the leather, masturbating herself deliciously.

"Mistress... when you are done disabling your whore, it is considered... traditional to employ the practice of having the Whore 'Kiss the Whip' with her slutty hot cunt... to demonstrate you are in control of your slut's cunt, you use the whip handle and make her cum whether she wants to or not". Stavros almost succeeded in keeping a straight face while he suggested, but a grin escaped at the end. Hearing this, his Whore lowered herself a little thrusting her ass back and spreading her legs. Stavros has made her "Kiss the Whip" a dozen times and she was eager to feel her sister fuck her with the whip handle.

"She does seem eager to... rectify her mistake," the Mistress said, her voice rich with lust. The Mistress examined the whip handle. The solid wood handle was wrapped in leather, and tapered as it reached the end. The end of the whip handle was tied off in an enlarged knot; altogether, it looked quite like black reptilian penis. The Mistress ran the knotted head up and down the slick labia of the Whore. "Tell me, little whore... do you want me to fuck you with this? So, you want to submit to me, and cum hard for your Mistress?" The Whore blushed as she tried to move backwards, impaling herself on the whip, her need apparent. "Yes Mistress... Pease give me a good fucking... show me that you own mu cunt... I want to please you, I want to show you how much your little slut craves your touch. funk me, my Mistress, own me, make me yours..." She panted in a delirium of want and need.

The Mistress roughly began to fuck the Whore's cunt, ramming the whip into the Whore to the hilt and withdrawing it until only the knotted tip remained inside her. Again, and again she fucked her Whore's cunt relentlessly, while her Whore almost immediately came un the makeshift dildo in wave after powerful wave, her arms supported by her Master. Finally, unable to bear any more, she slipped down her master's body to rest her head between his booted feet, her ass in the air, her cunt spread open, red and swollen from the fucking she had received. The Mistress stepped back, and licked the abundant pussy cream from the whip handle.

"Such a responsive little cumwhore you have there. If she is available, I would like to see her again, sometime soon."

"We are at your service, Lady," Stavros grinned, bowing as his Whore's sister pulled on blouse and skirt, making herself decent.