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[Vagrant]

He chuckled when she made that suggestion and moved to lay on his back. "You're the slut, not me. I think we should just stick with you."

As she rode him, bouncing up and down on his cock, he grabbed her tits and started to fondle them, enjoying the feel and the weight of them, and especially how they bounced on her chest.

 

[Vagrant]

He looked up at her while he layed on her bed with her on top of him, and decided to play coy a bit. "You feel good? Why would that be my dear?"

He was going to grant her request though, piercing what she wanted so long as he thought it would increase her beauty.

 

[Vagrant]

He laughed and pulled her tits down towards his mouth, licking and sucking on them, biting them occassionally as well. "It's a pity you flop around so much when we fuck, otherwise I could fuck you while you get your piercings." Of course he was joking about it being a pity, he loved how animated she got.

 

[Vagrant]

He devoured the proferred tit and took as much of it in his mouth as possible. When he was finished they were nearly dripping with his saliva. He loved her tits, and he always had. Even when she was waif thin and muscular, her breasts were magnificent. Now that she was a voluptuous sexy woman, her breasts were even more magnificent.

All of this talk about piercing her, and the playful talking about how she feels, not to mention the way she was riding him. He grunted into her tit and bit her a bit harder than before as he exploded inside of her.

 

[Vagrant]

He held her close and kissed her tenderly. "How about I get you a nice variety of rings and studs, so you can change them as you see fit. Would you like that?"

Her body, covered in sweat, felt good next to his own equally warm and sweaty flesh. The softness of her made it all the more pleasurable.

 

[Vagrant]

"I've been thinking, that you would look stunning with a very sexy tattoo. Starting here...." He traced his finger around her nipple and spiraling around her breast, moving down between her lucious orbs, and flaring wide at her navel to once again come back and slide between her still wet pussy and her leg, only to come back on the other side and trace the same pattern up to the other breast.

 

[Vagrant]

He ran his hand along her arm. "There will be pain though... And since I am not a tattoo artist, someone else will have to do it. And see you naked. Is that alright?"

While he waited for her response, he retireved a silk robe from her closet and layed it on the bed. "Here. Unless you want to stroll through the Keep nake, looking like you just got fucked."

 

[Vagrant]

He nodded. "I'll have him do the piercings as well. There will be less pain that way. That one was a punishment for you, this time they will be gifts." Smiling as he took her hand and led her out of the room. He figured it would be a good time to reintroduce her to the dungeon... though not all of it. There was something special there that he wanted to keep secret.

The dungeon didn't look any different really, but the reason she was there was. This time she wasn't going against her will, and she wasn't to be punished here. When they got inside one of the rooms, he motioned for her totake the robe off, and then strapped her to an X-Frame that was standing upright, but leaning back slightly. Bound as she was, she was completely on display, and Eric took the opportunity to play with her body, making her aroused and wanting more while they waited for the tattoo artist.

 

[Vagrant]

He enjoyed the fact that despite what she knew was coming, and even maybe because of it, he was able to get her aroused and wet once more. The flush of her skin and the wet evidence of how horny she was between her legs made him want to delay this longer and fuck her right there. But then the man they had been awaiting entered the room and Eric knew he would have to wait.

"Ahh, there you are. Thank you for coming so quickly. My slut here would like some work done. First, she would like her nose pierced, here." He pointed to one side, and not the middle. Even if Moira wanted a ring through the middle of her nose, he would not allow it. "Then, she would like her other nipple pierced, as well as her navel."

The man nodded his head and waited for more.

"Then, she would like you to tattoo her. Something feminine and sexual, while at the same time having elements of her heritage worked in. I think, considering she was once a warrior, that it should be something along the lines of warpaint. I think some form of Celtic tribal knotwork, or perhaps vines flowing across her skin would be appropriate. Starting here...." He traced the path he had done before, making sure that it went high enough to be clearly visible above clothing that would show ANY amount of cleavage... which would be the only clothes she would have. Not only would it show, but it would be clearly evident that it went between her breasts. "... and end here" he finished as his finger touched her other nipple.

THe man nodded again. "Do not worry about pain, try to avoid too much, but my slut likes a bit of pain, don't you my dear?"

"And make no mistake. You are here for your skills, and that is all. You are not to take liberties with her body. Is that understood?"

 

[Vagrant]

As the artist was nearing the completion of his work, Eric couldn't help but admire the man's skill. It was then that he had an idea. Something that he hadn't talked over with Moira, but that was what made it all the more desirable. Having something tattooed on her without her consent.

It seemed as though the man had read his mind, and he nodded in answer to his question. "On her hip, I would like you to tattoo a pair of swords, one large and heavy, the other smaller and feminine." He pointed out where he wanted it.

The artist nodded and went about his work. When he was done, he was excused, and left without another word. Eric didn't let her down just yet though. He called for a mirror, and one of the guards brought in a full body mirror. Eric ordered the man to put it infront of Moira far enough away that she could see her entire body. The wetness running down her legs and all. Then, he simply waited for her to awaken.

 

[Vagrant]

He smiled as she started screaming at him. "Well, I wanted you to have that one. And there is a reason for it, but now I won't tell you right away." He walked up to her and regagged her, muffling her screams and curses.

"I've had something built down here that I've been meaning to show you. Something that you might enjoy, but you might not. Now, with that all together rude outburst, I think it is time to show you."

He shouted for a guard and told him to bring in the new machine. A minute or so later, several young men came in and started assembling something. Coming from one of the walls was a wooden beam, and it rotated endlessly. It was connected to a waterwheel in the river a short ways away from the castle, and the current kept it going. from this beam, a series of components were built until sitting on the floor between her legs, was the bulk of something... she wouldn't be able to see it over her tits, but she could see it in the mirror. What it was might be confusing, but by the looks of it, there was a large phallus on the top of it, angled so the tip pointed up towards her.

He raised it up, and slid the tip of the phallus in so it was just penetrating her pussy. "This is a punishment for now. But it is one that I fully expect you to start to enjoy." He nodded and something was done behind her. suddenly the machine came to life and it started to rythmically thrust the phallus into her. The mirror gave her a wonderful view of her own fucking.

 

[Vagrant]

He simply ignored her noises and struggles to do anything, and rubbed her clit, wanting to make her wet. Dry fucking wasn't the punishment, it was more of a 'Too much of a good thing' kind of punishment. The kind of punishment that would bring her to the hieghts of exctasy and not let her recover before starting the journey again.

So, he played with her clit until she was wet again, and the dildo was sliding into her much more easily. Once she was wet, he once again strapped down her head so that all she could do was watch herself in the mirror and kissed her on the forehead. "Enjoy your stay, my Dear. Oh, and if you can figure out what that tattoo means, I think you won't be as angry about it."

He then left her there, alone. Everyone else had left with him.

 

[Vagrant]

Early the next morning, he entered the room to see her shaking as the machine still pumped into her. She hung limply from her bonds and the dripping of her arousal was actually audible as it fell into the large puddle beneath her.

He stopped the machine and pulled the drenched dildo from her pussy, and unbound her. Holding her with one arm, he wrapped her in the robe she wore down and carried her back up to her new bedroom. He layed her, naked, on the silk bedding and pulled up the silk sheet. "Sleep. You're alright now."

 

[Vagrant]

He checked in on her several times that day, but she slept through the entire thing. The next morning he checked in on her again to find her awake. "How are you feeling? I had that designed especially for you."

 

[Vagrant]

"It's ok. You're ok now. Just relax and rest. It was your first time, I'm sure the next time won't be as bad."

He stroked her hair back and kissed her forehead.

 

[Vagrant]

"I wasn't sure if you would be awake yet. I'll have one of the kitchen hands bring you up something to eat. Do you need anything else?"

He kepts stroking her hair with one hand and when her stretching caused her breasts to be exposed, her cupped one in his other hand. The newly pierced one. His thumb flicked the ring.

 

[Vagrant]

He cradled her in his arms and gave her a drink of water from a nearby decanter. "Here you go, drink up. That's a good slut. Drink up." He encouraged as he slowly gave her water to replenish her fluids.

 

[Vagrant]

Soon after, a tray of food was brought to her room, and he helped her to sit up so she could eat it. "In a day or two, you'll have your strength back."

 

[Vagrant]

He simply holds her for a little while, amazed at how much the machine took out of her. Afterwards, he let her sleep. Bringing her meals and just spending time with her when he could, until she regained her strength.

 

[Vagrant]

He smiled when he saw her awake and sitting up. He set her lunch on the table and sat on the bed. "And how is my lovely Slut today? Feeling better?"

 

[Vagrant]

He grinned and sat next to her. "How did you like the machine I had made for you? And that little suprise on your hip?" He wondered if she had figured it out.