Chapter 44
Ashley’s approach to decorating her Sanctuary South penthouse surprised me the most out of all my women. My strong, sophisticated Queen shed that skin when she was home. Everywhere else in her life, even her royal bedchambers, had to match the persona of a ruler, but here, she could be herself.
She had a few dozen stuffed animals, frilly pillows, pink curtains, and absolutely no organization whatsoever. Her clothes were scattered across the floor and hanging from furniture, and her desk was covered with empty wine bottles she had yet to throw out.
“May I bother you?” I asked.
Ashley sat cross-legged on her bed. She closed her book and put down her pen. “Of course, Master.”
I moved a few teddy bears to sit on the bed with her. Taking both her hands in mine, I asked, “Queen Ashley, will you marry me?”
She gasped, and her eyes welled with tears. She covered her mouth with one hand. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I did ask you before, didn’t I?”
Nodding emphatically, she answered, “Yes, but with how hard everything has been, I didn’t want to assume or force the idea on you.”
“My love for you hasn’t waned in the slightest. I have been distracted, and angry, and frustrated, yes. I didn’t mean to make you feel unwanted.”
“I didn’t feel unwanted. It was more like I wasn’t sure if you wanted marriage.”
“Now you can be sure of what I want,” I said. “Do you have thoughts on what you want the ceremony to be?”
“I do…” Her eyes fell, and she blushed.
“What is it?”
“I’m embarrassed to say.”
“That makes me want to hear your answer even more.”
Ashley thought for a moment. “I was attracted to you from the first time we met.”
“At the party with Valice.”
“Mmhmm. You stirred desire in me the moment you came through the door, and I had never felt that kind of attraction before, but that’s all it was: physical. Then we started talking more often. I saw the kind of mind you had, and that sparked something of a crush, but I wasn’t in love with you yet.”
She paused to collect her thoughts. I gave her as much time as she needed.
“I fell in love with you when you rescued me, but I didn’t admit it to myself right away. Do you remember that night with the tub? We were in the same room, and you promised not to look or watch?”
“I do.”
“You kept that promise. That was the glimpse of who you were that I needed to give in completely. I saw the man behind the persona. Someone who comes when you need him. Someone who keeps his word. Someone who trusts me to make my own choices. If anything, I forced your hand. I might not have come up with the idea to use a Noble Sacrifice enchantment, but I was the one who put you in that corner.”
I laughed. Ashley smiled.
“But you?” she continued. “You never made me do anything. Even when I was at my most vulnerable and entirely beholden to your whims and your mercy, I could strip naked with you in the room and still feel perfectly safe. You said you wouldn’t look, so you didn’t.
That sounds so simple, but that was the first time I didn’t suspect an ulterior motive or some sort of underhanded manipulation.
You’re the most honest person I’ve ever met. ”
Calling me “the most honest person” was an interesting choice, but her words were heartwarming nonetheless. Her adoration for me was pure and complete. Nothing but love swam in the pools of her eyes when I stared back at them.
“I’m a much better person in your mind than I am in reality,” I said.
“That doubt is part of what makes you a good person. So yes, I want to marry you. I’d be honored. For the ceremony, umm…”
“You can have whatever you want,” I assured her. “You know that. You have nothing to be ashamed about.”
“I want to watch you force someone to surrender completely, and then I want to experience it for myself. I’ll fight you as hard as I can. You’re the only person I could trust to let me be that vulnerable, and I think that moment of letting go captures what I love most about us.”
Let me remind you that everything you’re about to read was consensual. Intense and extreme, yes, but consensual.
I crept into Ashley’s room in Sanctuary some time after midnight and picked up a pair of pink lace panties she had left on the floor.
The Queen was asleep in her bed, surrounded by her stuffed animals and fluffy pillows.
When I pulled the covers back, I saw that she wore a silk camisole with a small pair of matching shorts.
The sudden sensation of air on her skin caused her to stir, a lethargic, barely awake turn.
I stuffed the panties in her mouth and used Silkmancer to wrap a strip of silk around her head to be certain they stayed there. She screamed and jerked her head, but no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn’t be able to spit her used underwear back out.
Ashley was only level 10, so one hand on the back of her neck was enough to keep her face pinned to her mattress as my other hand and Silkmancer bound her arms behind her back. I tied her ankles next, and then completed the art piece by hogtying her legs and hands together.
“Scream all you want,” I whispered. “It won’t help you.”
The Queen kicked and flailed but succeeded only in flopping around like a beached fish.
“I hope those taste okay,” I added, meaning the panties in her mouth.
I ran my hands up her sides, appreciating the way the restraints bent her back, accentuating her ribs and tensing her stomach. I groped over the camisole, squeezing one of her small breasts.
“I’ve got plans for you, my Queen.”
With one hand, I grabbed the ropes connecting her wrists and ankles and carried her out of her room like she was nothing more than a tote bag. Her helpless wiggling was cute.
Invia’s Sanctuary penthouse was up the stairs from Ashley’s. I let myself in, my hostage still in tow, and marched into Invia’s living room.
She lay on her couch in a set of red pajamas–top and pants–reading a book.
“Byron?” she asked, looking over the back of her couch to see me approaching.
Her eyes darted to Ashley.
“What are you doing?” A touch of panic entered her voice.
I didn’t reply.
“Byron.”
She stood, dropping her book and backing away toward her floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Sanctuary. I dropped Ashley on the couch so I could have both hands free.
“Stop there,” Invia said, pointing at me.
I still didn’t reply.
She glanced side to side as if looking for an escape route. Invia picked one and darted to my left. I snatched her wrist and pulled.
“No!” she grunted, wrenching free.
She scrambled to get away, her pajama top ripping with an audible tear when I grabbed the back of her collar. The force of the pull, even with some of the fabric giving way, disrupted her balance, causing her to stumble.
I grabbed her tails, yanking her back. She landed on the floor and attempted to crawl, reaching and scratching, looking for any sort of grip or traction that could help her get away.
Her torn top rolled up as I pulled her toward me, exposing her stomach and lower back.
“Fuck you!” she shouted, turning sharply to deliver a slap that stung my face and rang in my ears.
“You’re going to regret that,” I said with a grin.
When she attempted to swing again, I caught her wrist and pinned it to the floor. Her other hand swung next, so I grabbed that one too. With only my left hand, I held both of her wrists above her head, my strength and my weight pinning them to the ground.
I groped her chest, doing whatever I pleased over what was left of the pajama top. I squeezed as hard and as much as I wanted, making sure to enjoy a handful of both.
“I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Will you now?”
I went from molesting her breasts to putting my hand between her legs, grabbing her by the mound and rubbing over her pants with my palm.
“No, stop. I said, ‘stop!’”
“Do you like these pajamas?” I asked before ripping them from her body, tossing the tatters aside.
Invia spit at me, following it with a defiant and triumphant grin.
“Bad girls get punished,” I told her, twisting her nipple.
She fought to hold back the scream, turning it into a muffled groan. I followed up with a light smack to her face. Invia looked up at me, appalled that I would dare disrespect her like that.
“You’re fucking pathetic,” she hissed.
I rolled her over onto her stomach, still pinning her to her floor, and started to slap her ass, over and over.
“That mouth is getting you in trouble,” I advised.
“Gah!” she cried, kicking and twisting.
Squeezing her thighs as hard as she could, Invia fought to keep her legs closed tight. My hand wiggled between, and I ran a finger up her slit.
“Holy shit, you’re wet. Are you enjoying this, you little nymph?”
“I’m going to fucking kill you. Let. Me. Go!” A desperate kick drove her heel into my ribs, and she turned, slipping free of my grip. She punched my chest and tried to push me away.
Her jaw clenched, she grunted with every struggle, using all of her strength to attempt to stop me. When fists and kicks didn’t work, she started to scratch, digging her nails into my arms as she tried to pry them off of her.
Her breasts bounced, always half a moment behind her flailing.
Her every muscle tensed, as she tried this twist and then that thrash.
The effort tightened her stomach and flexed her thighs.
A hint of sweat appeared along the line of her delicate collarbone, and her dark hair was a mess.
Some of it splayed out on the floor behind her while the rest covered half of her face.
I stood, pulling Invia up with me. I slung her naked body over my shoulder, enduring her pounding and scratching my back as I walked over to where Ashley watched from the couch, still tied and helpless.
“No! Put me down! Fuck you, you bastard!”
“If you scream, I’ll punish you too,” I warned Ashley as I dropped the silk holding her panties in. “I need to borrow these.”
I kicked Invia’s coffee table out of the way and dropped her on the floor in front of the couch, right in front of Ashley. I jammed the panties into Invia’s mouth, having to twist and push to force her lips to separate.
I looked at Ashley. “Are you watching?” I slapped Invia’s breast. “When I’m done with this one, you’re next.”
Again pinning her wrists, I climbed on top of Invia. I wedged one knee between her legs to separate them a bit, and then forced the rest of me between her thighs.
“I don’t care what you want,” I said, looking down at Invia’s red, enraged face. “I’m going to fuck you raw, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Grabbing my cock with my free hand, I guided it toward Invia’s pussy. The moment the tip touched her lips, she went wild, yelling deep, guttural cries of protest into Ashley’s panties.
Invia triggered Channel Abyssal, her skin and eyes turning void black, horns sprouting from her head.
Her strength felt like it tripled, and she put every bit of it into fighting me. It was a battle to get my hips aligned with hers while she writhed and growled, refusing to let me into her paradise.
As soon as my tip felt her wetness, I knew I had her.
With steady pressure, I forced myself in, feeling her tighten and wriggle around my dick as she continued her pointless resistance.
The way her panic and fear made her body move, the shapes and angles she bent it into out of desperation, the feel of the struggle against my own skin…
Invia and I had played a game like this before, but we had never taken it this far.
It felt incredible to thrust deep with her protesting. The power was like a drug, filling my whole body with gratifying pleasure. Then, hearing her whimper as she tired, losing her will to fight as her grunts and shouts were replaced by forced moans.
I gave Invia Rope Burn+25 as a reward and fucked her while her orgasm tightened her body in a whole new way. The moment she finished, her form going limp, I withdrew and hogtied her the way I had Ashley, giving her a few spanks and squeezes along the way for my own entertainment.
Ashley watched from the couch, wide-eyed, her body shaking with anticipation and fear.
Invia’s abyssal form faded, and I left her on the floor on her side, still gagged because she always had a habit of talking too much.
I undid Ashley’s restraints with Silkmancer, leaving her wholly unbound.
“Now’s your chance to run,” I said.
She hesitated for a second but then jumped over the back of the couch, still wearing her camisole and shorts.
When she neared the door, I went after her.
My dexterity meant that I caught up in a blink.
Just as she started to open the door to escape, I slammed it shut with my palm and pushed her against the wall.
“A good girl would have stayed,” I whispered in her ear and smacked her ass.
She whimpered. I smacked again.
“What does a good girl say?” I asked.
“Get off me,” she whined. After wrangling Invia, Ashley’s efforts seemed kind of sad in comparison.
Spank.
“Try again.”
She grunted, trying to push herself off the wall. “No,” she hissed. “I won’t give you the satisfaction.”
I tore her shorts off, exposing her small, bare ass. That spank sounded like it stung.
“No…” Ashley whimpered.
Spank.
“Please… It hurts…”
Spank.
“Tell me your body belongs to me,” I commanded. “You are my property.”
She didn’t say anything in protest, but she still futilely tried to escape my grip. My hand went from her ass, around her hip, and between her legs. I pressed her against the wall as I rubbed her clit.
“Tell me that doesn’t feel good.”
I circled with two fingers.
“Go ahead, tell me.”
Those same two fingers parted her and slid inside. I pushed them deep and curled them, the tips of my fingers massaging her G-spot. Ashley’s whimpers now included guilt-ridden, shameful moans.
“See? Isn’t this so much easier? Remember that when it's time to take my dick.”
That rejuvenated her will to fight. I pulled my fingers free and pressed them into her lips.
“Mmm mmm!” she said, straining to keep her mouth shut.
She lost that battle as well, and I rubbed her juices all over her tongue. “How do you taste?” I asked.
“Fuck you!” she shouted.
“Good idea.”
I grabbed Ashley by the hair and dragged her back to where Invia still lay naked and bound.
I wrestled Ashley to the ground and pressed her face into the floor, her nose barely an inch away from Invia’s.
“I want Invia to see you break,” I said.
And I smashed my dick into the Queen from behind, never letting her lift her head.
I gave Ashley no mercy and pounded her thin body, the force of my thrusts, jostling her screams with every impact.
I added spanks to the abuse, flooding her system with pleasure and pain.
I didn’t slow when she came hard enough to send her pleasure splashing down my thighs.
As soon as the last bit of will left her defeated body, I held her face where it was, close to Invia’s, and I blessed them both with my seed.
“Ashley, will you be my wife?” I asked, her cum-covered cheek and lips still lying on the floor next to Invia.
“Yes, please,” she panted. “I’ve never cum so fucking hard in my life. You’re incredible, my love.”