Fantasy BDSM?

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"I think you know which ones those are, my dear," she said, smiling as she kissed his cheek. "And it's alright, you didn't know. However, if you want some spice, I would recommend the woman. Jester and I had a delightful time with her yesterday."
 
"Oh, just about anything. Clit stimulation works very well if you want to humiliate her," she said, winking at him. "Don't do it, unless she consents. Then have her buck underneath your daunting administrations."
 
"You'll see," is all Al'ika would say. "Besides, you're a nice looking young man, plenty of battle scars, a bit of a rogue. Women love that."
 
Al'ika laughed. "Oh no, baby. You're a smooth operator, you womanizer, you," she teased. "I'm going to watch the fireworks."
 
Al'ika raised her eyebrows. "Mkay. You're the boss. . . " She grabbed his arm and standing on tip toe, whispered, "Sir," in his ear. "Give me a bit of a struggle, mkay?"
 
Flish took off his armor and weapon before kicking over a chair loudly. "Like Hell I'm going in that cell!"
 
"Like hell you ain't!" Al'ika barked, getting him under control. "You best be lucky I don't throw ya out into the streets, you filthy turncoat!" She threw him into the same cell as the woman. "Now shaddup, or else!"
 
Flish tried to run out of the cell but caught the door with his face. Al'ika could hear him fall to the floor.
 
"Nice try," she barked, hearing him fall. She looked over his shoulder and saw he was okay. She went over to the table, hopped up on it, and drank the ale that was sitting there. .
 
It took a little while, but Flish finally stopped sulking and began talking to his cellmate. "How in the hells did we wind up in here?" he muttered. "We were careless," she replied. Flish stood and pulled off his shirt to give him something to sit on.
 
Flish took his time, getting to know her better for a few hours, before finally getting up and beating on the cell door. "Hey, bitch, when do we get to eat?" he bellowed.
 
Al'ika grumbled, acting as the part of the disgruntled guard. "You'll eat when I say you'll eat, rat!" she barked, looking at Flish. "There's plenty of food in there, anyways. Eat that," she added, gesturing to the discarded bread and apples.
 
AS Al'ika turned away, Flish beaned her in the back of the head with an apple. "That's what I think of your food! What are you going to do about it?"
 
Al'ika whirled around and picked up Flish by his collar, throwing him against the bars and got right in his face. "You might want to be careful," she said softly, in a dangerous voice. "I might do somethings to you that you won't like. You eat what I give you, or you starve. And you might want to eat. There are some mighty unhappy people out in the square, and I won't give a second thought to tossing you to them. Do you understand, or should I use small words so you can?"
 
Flish grinned when he was pressed against the cell door. "You've got fire in you. I like that," He reached up, grabbed her breast, and squeezed triumphantly. "I'lll be grabbing this without clothes on next time, count on it."
 
Al'ika grimaced as he squeezed her breast. "You ain't comin' anywhere near me without clothes on, you rotten piece of filth," she snarled. She gave him a subtle wink. For good measure to deceive the woman in the cell, she punched him in the ribs and threw him back.
 
The woman seemed impressed with him as he grumbled to himself on the floor. He turned to her and said, "They weren't even as nice as yours. If it wasn't for the challenge, I wouldn't even look."
"Is that so?" She said playfully, "I'll bet you're all talk and no show." Flish dropped his pants. "Like what you see now?" he said as she gasped.
 
Eventually the familiar sounds of erotic foreplay began emanating from the cell. Soon Flish had her pressed chest first up against the bars, controlling her from behind. When he was sure she was focused only on pleasure, he motioned for Al'ika to do her thing.
 
Al'ika saw the sign and set down her book before coming over to the woman and placed the sensitive spell back on her clit. "How does it feel, dearie?" she asked softly in the woman's ear.
 
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