While Jason was standing, Camelia was on the ground with her legs spread just enough to show him her wet, salivating pussy.
Her legs trembled, unable to tell whether he was pleased or displeased.
"Turn around." He said, and Camelia obeyed right away. "On your hands and knees."
The Catgirl silently bit on her lower lip as she got on all fours.
A slight sense of fear permeated within her. She was unable to see him, to see his face, to gauge his reaction, to know what he was about to do.
Meanwhile, Jason took his time enjoying the view.
Her huge breasts were dangling down while her perky butt was raised.
Since assuming the position, Camelia had slowly, and unknowingly, started arching her back more and more.
The Catgirl trembled as a drip echoed through the room.
Meanwhile, Jason's erection only grew stronger.
Seeing her on all fours, presenting him her round, perfect ass and the tight, dripping, and twitching pussy beneath… Jason felt that he could cum just from staring at her for long enough.
Suddenly, noises and shouts echoed from outside the tent.
Camelia feared that they would break the moment but,
"Get on the bed."
His tone left no space for any retort.
The bed was only a couple of steps away, and Camelia found herself worrying about how to get there.
In the end, the Catgirl ended up crawling, moving with her hands and knees, remaining in the same position he wanted her in.
Camelia's hands reached the bed and, as she was about to get her knees onto it, she froze.
"Aaahhhh…!" She gasped, and her right thigh started shaking as Jason's hand roughly took hold of her right ass cheek. "Jason… I…!" Camelia buried her face into the bed below as his hand slapped her ass.
"Stay just like this." He ordered.
Just as Camelia was about to turn around, she threw her head forward and bit on her hand.
"Aaahhh…!" She moaned as his fingers moved up and down her drenched lower lips.
"Don't move." Jason ordered before straightening up.
Even when she heard his footsteps, when she heard him put his pants back on, and when she heard him walk towards the tent's exit, Camelia did not move.
She remained in the exact same position, with her hands and elbows on the bed, and her knees on the ground.
Another dripping sound echoed.
Camelia gulped audibly as she bit on her lower lip.
He hadn't freed her. He hadn't taken the collar off.
It was almost like she had simply become another Ogre's slave.
"Jason…" Camelia whispered to herself as her exposed ass and thighs trembled. "Why are you…"
She buried her flushed cheeks into the mattress below, and tried her best to ignore the thought that had just appeared in her mind.
The thought that being his slave might not be so bad.
***
The communal space's construction was advancing well. Much quicker than Jason had expected.
'Male Ogres in a Female-Dominated world or not, they are bound to work faster than average Humans.'
Narjis was ordering the female Ogres, telling them where to dig and where to place the thick trunks that would make the space's main pillars.
Doro was guiding the male Ogres, giving suggestions on how best to bind the trunks with the vines that had been gathered, as well as how to place and attach the wide and long leaves meant to hide the interior from both rain and onlookers.
"Are you satisfied," Vel sneered. "Your majesty?"
She had been working alone, and had already achieved more than a person's quota of work.
"Come see me once this is done." Jason said without taking his gaze off the construction site. "From the back entry."
Vel frowned for a moment. 'Can't you just tell me now that I can get the last hut?' She sighed internally. 'I guess he doesn't want me to slack off despite the fact that I've already earned it.' Vel nodded with a shrug. "Okay."
Thankfully, everything was going well. The females and males were working on the same project, following the same order, and doing a very good job.
***
Camelia found herself worrying about the Spell held within the collar around her neck.
Why was she obeying his every order? Why was she so scared of displeasing him? Why did pleasing him feel so freaking good?
The Catgirl was convinced that it was the collar's fault, the Spell's fault.
There was no way she could get so horny by being ordered around and made to expose herself in such a manner.
Additionally, there was no way that being made to wait while naked, dripping, and ready to be fucked like a wild beast in heat, could make her feel so excited, scared, aroused, and anxious all at once!
There must be magic at play!
'Maybe the effects were different before, because it had been a woman who held the Spell…' Camelia thought with a gulp, but she knew deep down that she was lying to herself.
After all, before the Ogres had stolen her away, it had been an Orc that held her hostage and, before that, a male Human.
She hadn't felt anything for that male Human. In fact, she had never felt anything close to what Jason was making her feel.
Camelia shut her eyes with embarrassment as another drip resonated.
"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Jason whispered, and the Catgirl's whole body shuddered.
He was standing right before her before she'd even realized that he had stepped back inside the tent!
Jason had only been gone for a couple of minutes, and those couple of minutes hadn't been enough to calm his bulge fully.
Still, to come back here and find Camelia in the same exact place, imagining her waiting for minutes on end in the same exact position, and for her pussy to be just as wet as before, if not more… It pleased Jason's cock enough for it to rise right back to its earlier glory.
"You really…"
"Aaahhh…!" Camelia moaned as his fingers came into contact with her crotch.
"Did just as I told you."