Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Lady Kitsara is ready to peg me, is she~?" Quinlan mused out loud, his voice laced with amusement as he observed the blindfolded, gagged, and thoroughly restrained foxkin woman.

After uttering her sacrilegious words, despite her best efforts to resist, Kitsara swiftly found herself bound to an intricate contraption with her four limbs stretched and secured by sturdy ropes. The device held her in a vulnerable position, with her arms and legs parted wide apart, giving her tormentor perfect access to any part of her body he so wished to reach.

"MMMMMM!" Kitsara's muffled protests were swallowed by the gag in her mouth, reducing her words to nothing more than guttural, animalistic noises.

"Emily, could you bring us a wine bottle and glasses?" Ayame asked the maid, who nodded happily and left the room.

<Blossom would like tasty milk instead! Sour drinks make her want to throw up…> the Phantom Canine relayed to the maid, who replied, <Yes, Lady Blossom. We have acquired freezing artifacts, I'll get you a jug of fresh milk.>

<Yay! Blossom thinks Emily is amazing.>

The mature maid chuckled merrily at the eccentric woman's words. Blossom was a fan favorite among the lady servants and Kaelira's team of curious ex-slaves because she was the only one of Lord Quinlan's women who they could glean information from pertaining to the more intimate details of his life. The fact that she was just beyond adorable helped her case as well, of course. Everyone enjoyed interacting with Blossom.

But what were they doing in the sex dungeon?

The girls decided to follow the pair into the newly built degenerate room their perverted man commissioned, and his similarly perverted builder slaves brought to reality to witness its opening ceremony, observing their fellow sister's fate from up close. They brought a coffee table and comfortable sofas for themselves, intending to have a friendly picnic in the meantime.

Emily was the sole maid chosen to be allowed into the room with them. Not because Quinlan was so possessive he got jealous of his maids seeing Kitsara naked, but because most of the maids were all tormented souls who might suffer from PTSD should they see all these bondage devices or the way Quinlan treated the foxgirl in the upcoming education session of theirs.

The younger maids, namely Anna and Beatrice, the brunette twins who were their first pair of maids, as well as Eira, the teenage pleasure slave girl they rescued from Vivienne's clutches, were ruled out by default, being too young to witness this debauchery.

Cecile and her mother, Ilda, on the other hand, suffered from the aforementioned torment due to being captured and raped by greenskins and once they were rescued, they fell right into the clutches of the Blackthorn trio of disgusting human filth, namely, Tristan, Tristun, Triston, where they were tortured alongside many other defenseless women, including Dorothy, the maid they rescued due to her husband's, the labor slave David's request of Quinlan as his sole reward.

Emily was also captured by the greenskins, but she was a woman with immense mental strength, she happily volunteered for the job of serving Quinlan's and his ladies' needs in the dungeon after being asked if she would be up for the task.

The only other reasonable option they could've chosen would be Clarisse, the old maid Quinlan bought in the Grand Auction. She was responsible for teaching the maids of extremely humble origins, transforming them into proper lady servants who would not embarrass the Elysiar family with their lack of manners.

She didn't suffer from any sort of trauma, she was a proper maid trainer before being sold by her mistress, making her the ideal candidate in theory. The issue was that none of the girls were comfortable asking the prim and proper old woman with an air of otherworldly professionalism to bring them food and drinks while they watched and chatted over the scene of their man do very questionable things to his lover.

Quinlan and Kitsara were in their own world, completely ignoring their audience, especially once the former's fingers pinched the latter's nipples before pulling and squeezing them.

"MMMM!!!!!"

Quinlan leaned close to the animated woman's ears and whispered, "Lady Kitsara must learn that actions have consequences…"

"I mean, I always knew Quin had a minor sadistic streak in him, but he's having way too much fun with this, no?" Seraphiel mused, instinctively shielding her own chest. She had no desire to experience whatever Kitsara was going through right now.

"Hehe! Just watch! I bet Daddy will have the galls to call himself a certified gentleman the minute he steps out of this deranged chamber of his…" Aurora giggled while staring at her lover with adoring eyes.

"Master has become a lot more ruthless with bad girls!!" Blossom yelped with fright, mirroring Seraphiel's protective stance by shielding her breasts with her arms.

"You don't have to worry about this, Blossom…" Lucille purred. "Quin would never treat a precious girl like you the way he treats Kitsara. She's just… a bit off in the head. She's the kind of woman that needs special treatment."

"That's an admirably diplomatic way to convey the fact that Papa Ironfang raised a kinky slut of a daughter," Seraphiel chimed in.

Blossom, however, wasn't convinced. She shook her head fervently. "Lucille is wrong! Master called Blossom a bad girl many times!"

Lucille smiled with a motherly aura as she explained, "There's a big difference between bad girls like you and bad girls like Kitsara… "

"Blossom doesn't understand!"

"Think of it like this… When does he call you a bad girl?"

"Umm…" Blossom tapped her chin, entering deep concentration as she tried her utmost to find the right answer.

"When he's horny, Blossom," Ayame cut in bluntly, nudging her confused friend toward realization.

"Blossom still doesn't get it!"

Aurora decided to spell out the truth to the confused girl. "Daddy likes it when you act all subservient. He gets off on having you obey his every perverted request just so you can earn back your good-girl status. You were never actually a bad girl... he just uses any minor fault he can find in your behavior as an excuse to make you indulge his fetishes."

Seraphiel took the mantle from here. "On the other hand… Kitsara is the perfect example of a real bad girl. A sexual deviant who just doesn't know when to shut her perverted lips close."

The gorgeous blond-haired healer mused for a bit while observing Quinlan cackle at the thrashing Kitsara's attempts at regaining her freedom. A big smile emerged on her lips due to the scene before she spoke up once again.

"Quin has two major flaws, in my opinion. First, he's way too possessive of us. It's adorable and I believe I speak for all of us when I say we like being the recipient of the overwhelming feelings this greedy, jealous man harbors toward his women, but it will lead to problems eventually.

Imagine we're undercover, pretending to be a noble and his ladies, and some high-ranking aristocrat greets us the proper way, which is kissing our hands. Quin would outright slug him in the face due to the overwhelming jealousy assaulting his possessive heart, blowing our cover instantly. With his Strength stat, he would likely execute the noble on the spot by doing so."