FUM - CHAPTER 2 - PUBLIC


We flew deeper, much deeper. 
How far does this place go?
Xar'Bor was giddy, "Enjoying my cathedral? I disintegrated these tunnels myself. Do a good enough job and I'll let you see its core."
I tried my best to avoid any quips, even internally. She knew everything I was thinking. But yeah, I wanted that core. Badly. Wanted to let my tongue get lost in it.
There were numerous side-tunnels. Most were dark, some had an aura, faint glowing mist that peeled from their depths.  
We picked up speed. The other lords had since departed.  She looked focused, quiet for once, but it wasn't an awkward silence.  Pillars whooshed by and my skin grew cold, the wind caught the wet still upon me.  
Rounding a bend, and then another, we came to the base of a stone spiral staircase.  She didn't break speed, and sent us into an upward spiral.
The air here was more humid, and warmer. It was like heat emanated from the walls.
The hotsprings?
"Yep, almost there," she turned, "Try not to be too disappointed with the state of things.  Minions that belong top-side are in short order, and those of us that can appear human are above such menial labor."
"Of course Xar." I said, trying to act and feel demure, even in my mind.
Is she the only one who can hear what I'm thinking?
"Nope!"
Oh my.
"Yep!"
Kaela, the one with that mind numbing voice.  
If I could ride that, have her mumble-blast my pussy with those sound-waves. Oh my God.
“Not sure. She won’t let me get a read on her. If you ever get the chance, those are the boots you want to polish.” 
Oh, I would polish.
“There you go! Quit trying to be such a mental prude. You can’t outdo what’s going on in here,” she pointed to her central eye, and the other eye-stalks beamed.
The walls began to drip, slick with moisture, and the staircase came to a stop. Ahead, an unassuming wooden door was set into a stone wall. 
“Here we are cutie. Now head on up and start making things presentable. I’ll be back with more instructions when I’m able.”
Th-That’s it? Just clean the place?
“Taller order than it sounds. The previous owners, a band of kobolds, didn’t handle her too gently.” she paused, “They’re all dead now, don’t worry.”
“That’s reassuring. t-thank you Master Xar’Bor…” I clasped my hands in my lap and bowed, as my heels settled to the floor.
“Just Xar’Bor!”
“Xar’Bor.” 
She took off, rolling around the staircase's crest. A single eye-stalk blinked at me. A wink?
I steadied myself and approached the door. It took a hard lean to get it open. A collection of loose rubble, broken boxes and empty clattering wine-bottles lay on the other side. 
The place was a sty. I shrunk. The events that took place downstairs, with Bura, with everyone watching.  They were a grand spectacle with me at their center.  This, the reality of my new role, was anything but. I tip-toed through the wreckage of an old wine-cellar. 
But the rewards.
If I could prove myself here, just dig in and take it, endear myself to twelve monstrous mistresses. 
God the things they could do.
I’d just had a taste. Smart of them to hold out, wait for someone receptive to their offer.
I was hooked.
Across the wine-cellar, another small flight of wooden stairs. Up, through another door, and I was in the kitchen, another disaster zone. 
The scent hit me next. Sour, rotten, intense. I couldn’t cover my nose with this blouse, so I just pinched my nostrils shut and continued my tip-toed journey to a busted open broom closet. 
Mop, bucket, broom, and a surprisingly fresh rag. There was a hastily scribbled note on them coated in dust. “Spring-water outside, toss the rubble in the woods. -Xar”
How sweet!
I'd have to pay her her back, maybe let her catch me wearing just that rag, or grinding on the broom handle. I hoped she'd come back soon and eye-fuck me, in ways figurative and literal.
Mopping these floors right now would be be pointless, and there was no use in dusting with all this crap still hanging around. I set myself to rubble removal. My legs ached, already exhausted from Bura's trial.  My hair was matted from her release.  If only I could have one of my Masters perform an appraisal, see if I'd ranked anything up in the process.
I grabbed a broken box's bottom, I am the broken box bottom, and began filling it with wine bottles and broken wood scrap.
"Hmmph," came a nasaly snort from behind me, "Not impressed."
"Wha-huh!?" I jumped out of my skin, and flipped around, ready to bash whatever it was with my improvised box smasher.
I checked side to side. No one. Then down, there she was, obviously a goblin, her nose pointed at my crotch.  Couldn't be one of the Mistresses. This chick stood in a stained and tattered loincloth and chest harness, but she had a blade at her side, some sharpened piece of throw-away metal with a make-shift handle wrapped in deer hide. I wasn't letting my guard down, and was raising my box to strike.
A flash of steel later, the cinch of my skirt came loose and dropped to my feet, "Hey you little perv!"
The audacity! She wasn't a mistress, but she had sass, it was kinda hot.
The box clattered to my side. I gathered up my ruffles and wrapped them tight around my waist. It was more for the act than any real embarrassment, though I would have to sew it back together. Skank.
"So, when's dinner? Chop-chop!" The wagging of those floppy green ears, and something else beneath her loin-cloth, punctuated the order. 
She's packing.
And she was chivalrous. She'd just seen my pussy and hadn't dragged me down onto the floor. Willingly of course. I'd let her take her time, fill me up, whichever hole... She was a devilish sort of cute, with a shock of wild maroon hair
"Yes, ma'am!" I didn't know what was edible around this place but I was going to find it.
Gob-Mommy's hungry!