Fantasy BDSM?

[bindingeagle]

"You should totally do that," she said, tossing it over with enthusiasm.

 

[celestialdragon]

She caught it and took her time placing it on the slave's protruding clit, loving the louder whimpers and the wobbling chin. "Drop the chain," she said, and when the nipple clamp chain was down, she attached the clit clamp chain to it. She stood her straight up, hearing the whimpers. "I like that," she marveled. "What do you think?" she asked Geoff and Isep.

 

[bindingeagle]

"It's lovely," said Geoff. "Can you make the slave do tricks with it?"

 

[celestialdragon]

"It's possible," she said. "Every movement she does is going to torture and tease her."

 

[bindingeagle]

Isep handed Al'ika the bullwhip. "Let's get her moving again," she said, taking up a riding crop.

 

[celestialdragon]

"I like the way you think," Al'ika said, uncoiling the bullwhip and giving it an experimental crack.

 

[bindingeagle]

Cockrider flinched, which sent a jolt of pain straight to her nub and made her flinch again.

 

[celestialdragon]

She chuckled. "I like these things, you're so much jumpier when you're wearing them," she admitted, cracking the whip a couple more times.

 

[bindingeagle]

She kept jerking around, both from fear of the whip and pain in her crotch. Isep joined in, marking her ass with the crop.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Nice hits," she complimented, cracking the whip on her ass once Isep was safely not in range.

 

[bindingeagle]

Angry red stripes covered Cockrider's back as she fell to the floor sobbing from the pain.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika felt a stab of guilt, but she had to maintain appearances. She roughly stood her up. "If you're on the ground again," she warned. "That crop is going up your ass."

 

[bindingeagle]

Isep fought back her emotions as well and shoved the handle up her ass anyway. "Get up and walk around while your Mistress flogs your worthless ass," she barked.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika did as Isep had said, flogging Cockrider with all her might. She hated this part of undercover work, and she knew once Geoff and Cockrider left, she was seeking solace in Keth's arms.

 

[bindingeagle]

After a good, long while Cockrider could take no more and Geoff exploded on her face. "If that isn't there in the morning, it's going to be the stocks for you," he said. After he dressed, he said, "I'll see you fine guardswomen tomorrow," and left.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika disposed of Cockrider in the slave pen for the night, wiping her hands once she was done. "You going to Flish's room?" she asked her close friend mentally. "I know I'm heading to Keth's."

 

[bindingeagle]

"I'm going to bring more alcohol, then go to Flish's room," she said. "You need him, go to him."

 

[celestialdragon]

She nodded and headed to her lover's room, knocking once before entering. "Hey," she said softly, taking off her sword.

 

[bindingeagle]

Keth sat up. "Been worried about you. Pretty human OK?" He raised the covers for her.

 

[celestialdragon]

She sighed and shook her head, climbing in with him.

 

[bindingeagle]

Keth held her, awaiting for her to be ready to talk.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika nuzzled into him deeply, not wanting to talk about it. She didn't want him to judge her for it, and she was extremely ashamed of what had happened.

 

[bindingeagle]

Keth let her doze off in his arms.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika dozed fitfully in his arms, very deeply troubled by this.

The next morning Keth found her packing her things.

 

[bindingeagle]

"What pretty human doing?" he asked, confused.