CHAPTER 44: COLLAR

At eight o’clock that evening, Carmena and Blanche both arrived punctually.

They glanced at each other and immediately understood each other’s identities.

Carmena was shocked by how far Lucas’s influence had spread—he had even conquered Sarah’s best friend Celes Wester and her senior Blanche Nord, a ninth grader. Her fear and submission toward him grew even deeper.

As for Blanche, her heart remained calm; she only hoped Lucas would punish her severely tonight.

"Strip completely naked and kneel down," Lucas commanded without hesitation once everyone was present.

Blanche Nord was the first to respond to Lucas’s order. She removed her black gown, and to everyone’s surprise, she was completely bare underneath—not even wearing underwear.

Sarah was the next to undress, followed closely by Celes Wester.

Carmena was the last to act. Though her face was full of reluctance, seeing the other three already naked, she naturally did not dare refuse.

Soon, four stunningly beautiful girls—each with distinct looks, figures, and temperaments, yet all completely naked—lined up on all fours, kneeling before Lucas like obedient dogs.

Lucas himself sat fully naked on the sofa, gazing excitedly at the breathtaking scene before him.

"I called you here tonight mainly to complete the master recognition ceremony, and to explain the hierarchy among sex slaves," Lucas said. "Sister."

Sarah crawled forward one step. "This little bitch is here."

Lucas replied, "You’ve already acknowledged your master, so this step is unnecessary. You are a high-class sex slave, ranked as ’Female Slave,’ with the title ’Slave.’ From now on, you will refer to yourself as ’Slave,’ and the other sex slaves will address you as ’Sister Slave.’"

"Slave thanks her Master."

Lucas nodded, took out an item, and tossed it in front of Sarah. "Put this on."

"Thank you, Master," Sarah said, glancing at the object on the floor. "Is this a necklace?"

"This is a collar, not a necklace," Lucas explained. "It’s enchanted with an illusion spell, so it looks like an ordinary necklace. But once I tell you it’s a collar, the illusion vanishes. Once this collar is on, it can’t be removed. Thanks to the illusion, you won’t have to worry about being noticed in public."

Sure enough, when Sarah looked more closely, she saw it was indeed a collar made of gold, engraved with her name and Lucas’s:

"Slave: Sarah; Master: Lucas."

This was, of course, something Lucas had bought from the System shop for 100 points.

Besides functioning as a collar, it had two main features: real-time tracking of the wearer’s location, and the ability to administer electric shocks as punishment.

Sarah picked up the collar and obediently fastened it around her neck. "Thank you, Master, for bestowing this collar upon me."

Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, none of the three other women would have believed that the usually proud and aloof Sarah would willingly strip naked, put on a collar given by a man, or speak in such a lewd and submissive tone using her typically cold voice.

But none of them were in any position to look down on her—soon, this would be their fate as well.

"Rise."

Sarah stood up. Lucas handed her his phone and ordered her to stand to the side, responsible for recording the upcoming master recognition ceremony.

Lucas asked, "Who’s next?"

He had expected Blanche Nord to volunteer first, but surprisingly, it was Celes Wester who crawled forward.

"I’ll go first! I want a collar like Sarah’s too!"

Lucas smiled. There were advantages to having someone so innocent and straightforward. "Granted. You may begin."

Celes Wester glanced toward Sarah, who was holding the phone and recording. Sarah responded with an encouraging smile.

Instantly, Celes found the courage she needed. She shifted from a kneeling position to a half-squat, spread her arms, folded her hands behind her head, and opened her long legs into a wide "M" shape, pushing her breasts forward and leaving her pussy fully exposed.

Once in position, Celes faced the camera and recited her lines in a voice trembling with nervousness:

"My... my name is Celes Wester. I am from the Duke’s estate of the Great Sun Empire, and the only daughter of Weld Wester, head of the Wester family. I swear from this moment onward to be loyal to my Master, to become his sex slave, his bitch, his sow, his flesh toilet, his cock sleeve, his human masturbation cup. I will use my mouth, my slutty hole, my asshole, and every other part of my body to serve my Master. I will collect his semen and urine for him, and I will never betray him."

As she recited the oath, Celes’s eyes drifted from the camera up to Sarah’s face, unconsciously directing her pledge toward Sarah.

When she finished, she felt not shame or humiliation, but a strange, sweet sensation.

Lucas, observant as ever, noticed this but simply smiled to himself.

What he wanted was not affection, but obedience. Even if Celes’s heart belonged to Sarah, she would still have to lewdly serve Lucas—a thought that deeply satisfied his desire for conquest.

"Very good," Lucas said approvingly, clapping a few times for Celes. "You are a mid-level sex slave, ranked ’Breeding Livestock,’ with the title ’Mare.’ From now on, you will refer to yourself as ’Little Mare.’"

With her perfectly proportioned long legs, Celes was the ideal candidate to be his mare.

He threw the second collar in front of her.

Celes picked it up but frowned, hesitating to put it on. "Master," she said with a puzzled expression, "why... why is my collar different from Sister Slave’s?"

"Your ranks are different, so your collars are naturally different," Lucas replied. The silver collar he gave Celes had the same functions as the gold one and also cost 100 points.

"But..." Celes pouted, looking hurt, "This Little Mare wants a collar like Sister Slave’s!"

"Once you become a high-class sex slave, you’ll earn a gold collar," Lucas said with a smile. "So behave well, and strive for a promotion. Understood?"

"Little Mare understands!" Celes obediently crawled between Lucas’s legs, parted her cherry-red lips, and took his already hardened cock into her mouth. With clumsy but eager movements, she licked and sucked, her eyes shining up at him like a little bitch begging for praise.

"Good girl. Serve me well, and you’ll be rewarded," Lucas said, patting her head. Then he turned his gaze to the two remaining women. "Next?"

This time, it was Blanche Nord who reacted first.

The sickly beauty cast a complicated glance at Celes, who was enthusiastically sucking cock. She somewhat looked down on such a naive, simple-minded girl.

Though she herself was about to do the same thing as Celes, she was doing it to punish herself—which was entirely different from Celes’s motives. So instead of feeling shame or humiliation, Blanche felt a sense of peace and fulfillment.