章 56: Freedom
Zoroark groaned as consciousness returned to her, her head throbbing slightly.
Her senses were overwhelmed by the lingering, musky scent that clung to the air.
She blinked against the early morning light filtering through the room's window, realizing she was still tied up, completely naked, with a thick rope coiled around her wrists and ankles.
The events of the night before rushed back to her, causing her to grit her teeth in frustration.
The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of Helena's slow breathing and the faint hum of the suite's ventilation.
Dune lay sprawled across the large bed, his massive frame taking up most of the space, his chest rising and falling steadily in his deep slumber. Beside him, Helena was nestled close, her face buried in his scales, a satisfied smile still playing on her lips.
Zoroark shifted uncomfortably against the ropes, trying to make sense of her situation. She flexed her muscles, testing the bindings, but they held firm.
Then, she noticed Gardevoir's silhouette moving gracefully across the room. Gardevoir's steps were precise and fluid as she went to a small table near the window, where various scientific instruments were neatly arranged.
Gardevoir glanced over at Zoroark, her expression unreadable. Without a word, she began running a series of tests using a handheld device, scanning Zoroark from head to toe.
Zoroark shivered as the device emitted a cool beam of light that moved over her body, noting every scar and marking.
The Zoroark's eyes burned with frustration, but she knew better than to speak.
Gardevoir finished her scans, her brow furrowing in concentration as she reviewed the data displayed on the device. "You're in pristine condition," she commented absently, her tone clinical as she adjusted a few settings.
"Surprisingly so, given what you've been through. No major injuries, though traces of stress and malnutrition are evident."
Gardevoir summoned a soft glow using [Life Dew] with a delicate wave of her hand. The healing energy washed over Zoroark and eased the soreness in her muscles.
Zoroark let out a sharp breath as the soothing light mended the smaller aches and scars, though the indignity of the situation still weighed on her.
Having tended to Zoroark, Gardevoir moved back towards Dune, who slept soundly beside Helena.
Gardevoir positioned herself on the edge of the bed, her elegant and busty form leaning down over his half-erect cock, her fingers tracing the length of it with practiced familiarity.
With a deep breath, she wrapped her lips around him, her tongue swirling over the blunt bumps that lined his shaft.
Zoroark watched in a mixture of shock and disbelief as Gardevoir began to give Dune a sloppy blowjob, her head bobbing up and down as she worked him with an unnatural hunger.
Gardevoir's eyes remained half-lidded, her focus entirely on her task as she licked and sucked with deliberate precision, making soft, wet noises that filled the otherwise quiet room.
"What's wrong with you? Why do you do this?" Zoroark asked, creeped out, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to understand the strange dynamics she had stumbled into.
Her confusion turned to anger, her red eyes narrowing as she pulled against the ropes.
Gardevoir barely spared her a glance, continuing to pleasure Dune with single-minded devotion. It wasn't until she felt his cock pulse against her tongue that she fastened her movements.
Each time, she bobbed her head faster and deeper until she eventually slammed her chin into Dune's balls, and in a final movement, she buried her face into his crotch, allowing him to release thick ropes of cum directly into her throat.
Her body trembled with delight as she swallowed down the warm, rich liquid, her cheeks flushing with satisfaction.
Once she had drained every last drop, Gardevoir finally released Dune from her mouth, a contented smile curling her lips as she wiped away the excess from the corners of her mouth.
She momentarily sat back on her knees, savoring the aftertaste, before turning her attention back to Zoroark with a calm, collected expression.
"I serve Master Dune," she replied simply, her tone matter-of-fact. "And part of my duties is ensuring he wakes up refreshed and satisfied. You wouldn't understand, of course—you're too caught up in your own bitterness."
Before Zoroark could answer such a bad argument, Gardevoir gracefully stood and turned her attention to Helena, who was still resting beside Dune.
She reached out, brushing her fingers through Helena's tousled hair. Then, without hesitation, she slid down the sheets, positioning herself between Helena's legs.
Zoroark's breath hitched as she realized what Gardevoir intended to do. Gardevoir leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick along Helena's inner thigh before she pressed her mouth against Helena's lower lips.
Helena stirred slightly in her sleep, a soft moan escaping her lips as Gardevoir's tongue delved deeper, lapping up the mixture of her juices and Dune's residual cum.
Gardevoir took her time, her movements slow and deliberate as she savored the taste, her tongue exploring every inch of Helena's most intimate place.
The room filled with the sound of her eager licking, and Zoroark couldn't help but feel a strange knot of conflicted emotions tightening in her chest and crotch; just what was this feeling?
After several minutes, Gardevoir finally withdrew, licking her lips clean of the last traces of Dune's cum.
She glanced over at Zoroark, who was still bound on the floor, her expression of disbelief and reluctant fascination.
Gardevoir met her gaze with a serene smile, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.
She took a deep breath, basking in the glow of satisfaction that radiated from both Dune and Helena as they continued their peaceful sleep. She stood gracefully, and with a slight wave of her hand, she began to cast [Life Dew].
A gentle, shimmering mist enveloped Dune and Helena, the droplets cleansing away any lingering fluids and soothing their bodies.
As the healing water caressed their skin, Gardevoir shifted focus, using [Psychic], she tightened up Helena's, Lopunny's, and her own vaginal muscles.
She took pride in this meticulous task, ensuring everything was perfect for when Dune desired them again.
With that done, Gardevoir began her daily cleaning routine, tidying the lavish room. She folded the silk sheets, polished the furniture, and disposed of any remnants from the night's activities, leaving the suite spotless.
The scent of jasmine filled the air once more as she finished her work, restoring the room to its pristine state.
Finally, Gardevoir changed into a sleek, black two-piece bikini that clung to her massive breasts, accentuating her depraved form.
She moved towards the private infinity pool overlooking the vast expanse of Saffron City.
The water shimmered under the morning sunlight, and she slipped into the pool, letting the warm water embrace her.
She floated lazily, her eyes half-closed, as she took in the serene view of the cityscape below.
After a few minutes of quiet solitude, Gardevoir turned her head and noticed Zoroark still tied up on the floor, watching with a mixture of curiosity and anger.
Gardevoir smiled softly, smiling at her. "Come, Zoroark. Join me in the water. It's time for us to talk."
Zoroark hesitated, glancing down at the ropes that still held her wrists and ankles.
Gardevoir released them with a simple gesture; snapping her finger, she used [Psyquic] to break the ropes binding Zoroark.
The bindings dissolved into thin air. Zoroark rubbed her sore wrists, eyeing Gardevoir warily but eventually stepped forward, slipping into the warm water beside her.
The two floated in silence for a moment, the city stretching beneath them like a living tapestry. Zoroark's gaze wandered over the bustling streets, the distant hum of city life a strange contrast to the tranquil water around them.
Finally, she spoke, her voice quiet but filled with a hint of bitterness. "Why did you let me go? After everything you did last night, you still trust me enough to do this?"
Gardevoir's expression remained calm as she regarded the Zoroark beside her. "Trust is a complicated thing," she replied thoughtfully. "But freedom... freedom is even more so."
"You've been bound and controlled for so long, haven't you? Do you even understand what freedom truly means?"
Zoroark's ears twitched, her expression turning skeptical. "And what would you know about freedom? You're bound to him—Dune. Everything you do is for him, even... all that."
She gestured vaguely toward the suite with a look of exasperation. "That's not freedom. That's servitude."
Gardevoir chuckled softly, "Yes, I serve Master Dune and Lady Helena, and I do so willingly. But that is my choice. Freedom, Zoroark, isn't about being able to do whatever you want. It's about choosing who you want to be and what you want to devote yourself to."
"No one is truly free; we are bound to the food we eat, the places we live in, and the people we meet, If any of those things change, we wouldn't be ourselves."
Zoroark stared at her, the words sinking in. Her red eyes reflected the bright morning sky as she considered Gardevoir's perspective. "I... I never had a choice," she admitted after a long silence, her voice cracking with emotion she rarely let surface.
"Everything was decided for me by Giovanni, by Silph C.O. They took away my life, my body. And now... now I don't know what I want."
Gardevoir let out a deep sigh, playing with her nipples without too much care, "606-6, Do you know I'm the daughter of a breeding den? I just happened to be shiny; if I were to be born like any regular Ralts, I would have been sold off, like any other product."
"But you know, I was granted "Freedom," to work and serve under Lady Helena; she is a really kind soul; if it weren't for Master Dune, she would never do this kind of act."
"But she does, do you know why? Why someone with all the money and power in the world chooses to act like a whore hungry for cock?"
"Because she is truly free because she chose to, that is the kind of person I was willing to serve; that is the kind of person I look up to."
Gardevoir's gaze softened, and she moved closer, her presence comforting amidst the vast openness of the pool. "You have a chance now, Zoroark. A chance to redefine yourself, to decide what you wish to be."
"It won't be easy, but you don't have to face it alone. Master Dune can bring out the potential in those around him. Maybe... he can make you free too."
Zoroark's expression flickered with uncertainty, her mind whirling with conflicting thoughts. "And if I refuse?" she asked, her tone more vulnerable than she intended. "What if I decide to leave, to never look back?"
Gardevoir's smile remained serene. "Then that, too, is your choice."
For a moment, the two of them floated in silence, the weight of their conversation mingling with the gentle ripple of the water. Zoroark closed her eyes, feeling the sun's warmth on her face. The unfamiliar sensation calmed her mind.
Perhaps, she thought, there was more to this strange, twisted life than she had first realized.
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