by Rowan Bree
Jasper threatens Vale and the mage’s eyes flash red again. Jasper falls to his knees beside you.
“I guess you can strip too, then,” Vale says.
Jasper pulls his fine tunic up over his head and tosses it to the floor. You can see his face screwed up in concentration even as his hands move to undo his trousers.
“You’re falling behind,” Vale says. He kicks Jasper to the ground and yanks off his trousers, before kicking him again in the ribs. The sudden brutality shocks you.
“On your hands and knees,” Vale instructs.
Jasper does as he’s told. An angry red bruise has blossomed across his side.
“You too,” Vale tells you. You follow his command.
Once you are both where he wants you, Vale summons one of his followers who is holding a leash. The creature on the other end hisses and spits as it’s dragged to the center of the room. You recognize it as the spider-goblin that snuck in earlier. It’s even more disgusting up close.
The mage’s eyes glint evilly in the candlelight. “So who’s first?”
Avoid eye contact.
Volunteer.
You do as Vale says and slip your dress down off your shoulders.
Jasper tells you to stop, that you don’t have to give in to the mage’s demands. But you know it will only be worse for you if you resist.
The fabric falls down past the swell of your breasts, exposing you to Vale and the others. The mage slides his leather-clad fingers across your nipple. You step out of your dress, your movements automatic. The humiliation grows as you feel all the greedy eyes roaming over your body. You stand there exposed in front of everyone. As you look at the crowd you notice Sybil amongst them. She avoids your gaze, her face a mask.
Jasper threatens Vale and the mage’s eyes flash red again. Jasper falls to his knees beside you.
“I guess you can strip too, then,” Vale says.
Jasper pulls his fine tunic up over his head and tosses it to the floor. You can see his face screwed up in concentration even as his hands move to undo his trousers.
“You’re falling behind,” Vale says. He kicks Jasper to the ground and yanks off his trousers, before kicking him again in the ribs. The sudden brutality shocks you.
“On your hands and knees,” Vale instructs.
Jasper does as he’s told. An angry red bruise has blossomed across his side.
“You too,” Vale tells you. You follow his command.
Once you are both where he wants you, Vale summons one of his followers who is holding a leash. The creature on the other end hisses and spits as it’s dragged to the center of the room. You recognize it as the spider-goblin that snuck in earlier. It’s even more disgusting up close.
The mage’s eyes glint evilly in the candlelight. “So who’s first?”
Avoid eye contact.
Volunteer.
You do as Vale says and slip your dress down off your shoulders.
Jasper tells you to stop, that you don’t have to give in to the mage’s demands. But you know it will only be worse for you if you resist.
The fabric falls down past the swell of your breasts, exposing you to Vale and the others. The mage slides his leather-clad fingers across your nipple. You step out of your dress, your movements automatic. The humiliation grows as you feel all the greedy eyes roaming over your body. You stand there exposed in front of everyone. As you look at the crowd you notice Sybil amongst them. She avoids your gaze, her face a mask.
Jasper threatens Vale and the mage’s eyes flash red again. Jasper falls to his knees beside you.
“I guess you can strip too, then,” Vale says.
Jasper pulls his fine tunic up over his head and tosses it to the floor. You can see his face screwed up in concentration even as his hands move to undo his trousers.
“You’re falling behind,” Vale says. He kicks Jasper to the ground and yanks off his trousers, before kicking him again in the ribs. The sudden brutality shocks you.
“On your hands and knees,” Vale instructs.
Jasper does as he’s told. An angry red bruise has blossomed across his side.
“You too,” Vale tells you. You follow his command.
Once you are both where he wants you, Vale removes something from within his robe. It is a smooth glass rod with a round bulb at one end. The mage’s eyes glint evilly in the candlelight. “So who’s first?”
Avoid eye contact.
Volunteer.
You ignore the mage’s order.
“I said strip, kitten.” Vale’s voice is a little harsher.
Jasper keeps his hand clenched around yours giving you courage.
The mage runs a gloved hand through his hair. He seems to be debating something within himself. Finally he looks at you, his lip curled in amusement.
He flicks his hand downwards and you fall to your knees. You try to get up but a tearing pain shoots through your body. Tears tumble down your cheeks as you try to resist Vale’s magic.
“Leave her be,” Jasper says.
“Stop fighting, kitten,” Vale ignores him. “The pain will only get worse.”
Your hand moves up to your shoulder against your control. Your shaking fingers grasp at the fabric of your dress and start to slip it down. Your other hand does the same, inch by inch exposing more of your body though you fight to stay in control.
“Please,” Jasper says. “Leave her alone. I’m your enemy, not her.”
Vale’s eyes flash red again and Jasper falls to his knees beside you.
“I guess you can strip too, then,” Vale says.
Jasper pulls his fine tunic up over his head and tosses it to the floor. You can see his face screwed up in concentration even as his hands move to undo his trousers.
Your dress slip down past the swell of your breasts, exposing you to Vale and the others. The mage slides his leather-clad fingers across your nipple.
He bids you to stand and your body responds. You step out of your dress, your movements automatic. The pain is starting to fade as you stop fighting, but the humiliation grows as you feel all the greedy eyes roaming over your body. You stand there exposed and unable to cover yourself. As you look at the crowd you notice Sybil amongst them. She avoids your gaze, her face a mask. Why won’t she do anything?
“You’re falling behind,” Vale says. He kicks Jasper to the ground and yanks off his trousers, before kicking him again in the ribs. The sudden brutality shocks you.
“On your hands and knees,” Vale instructs.
Jasper does as he’s told.
“You too,” Vale tells you. You begrudgingly follow his command.
Once you are both where he wants you, Vale removes something from within his robe. It is a smooth glass rod with a round bulb at one end. The mage’s eyes glint evilly in the candlelight. “So who’s first?”
Avoid eye contact.
Tell him to choke on it.
You ignore the mage’s order.
“I said strip, kitten.” Vale’s voice is a little harsher.
Jasper keeps his hand clenched around yours giving you courage.
The mage runs a gloved hand through his hair. He seems to be debating something within himself. Finally he looks at you, his lip curled in amusement.
He flicks his hand downwards and you fall to your knees. You try to get up but a tearing pain shoots through your body. Tears tumble down your cheeks as you try to resist Vale’s magic.
“Leave her be,” Jasper says.
“Stop fighting, kitten,” Vale ignores him. “The pain will only get worse.”
Your hand moves up to your shoulder against your control. Your shaking fingers grasp at the fabric of your dress and start to slip it down. Your other hand does the same, inch by inch exposing more of your body though you fight to stay in control.
“Please,” Jasper says. “Leave her alone. I’m your enemy, not her.”
Vale’s eyes flash red again and
Jasper falls to his knees beside you.
“I guess you can strip too, then,” Vale says.
Jasper pulls his fine tunic up over his head and tosses it to the floor. You can see his face screwed up in concentration even as his hands move to undo his trousers.
Your dress slip down past the swell of your breasts, exposing you to Vale and the others. The mage slides his leather-clad fingers across your nipple.
He bids you to stand and your body responds. You step out of your dress, your movements automatic. The pain is starting to fade as you stop fighting, but the humiliation grows as you feel all the greedy eyes roaming over your body. You stand there exposed and unable to cover yourself. As you look at the crowd you notice Sybil amongst them. She avoids your gaze, her face a mask. Why won’t she do anything?
“You’re falling behind,” Vale says. He kicks Jasper to the ground and yanks off his trousers, before kicking him again in the ribs. The sudden brutality shocks you.
“On your hands and knees,” Vale instructs.
Jasper does as he’s told.
“You too,” Vale tells you. You begrudgingly follow his command.
Once you are both where he wants you, Vale summons one of his followers who is holding a leash. The creature on the other end hisses and spits as it’s dragged to the center of the room. You recognize it as the spider-goblin that snuck in earlier. It’s even more disgusting up close.
The mage’s eyes glint evilly in the candlelight. “So who’s first?”
Avoid eye contact.
Tell him to choke on his own cock.
You ignore the mage’s order.
“I said strip, kitten.” Vale’s voice is a little harsher.
Jasper keeps his hand clenched around yours giving you courage.
The mage runs a gloved hand through his hair. He seems to be debating something within himself. Finally he looks at you, his lip curled in amusement.
He flicks his hand downwards and you fall to your knees. You try to get up but a tearing pain shoots through your body. Tears tumble down your cheeks as you try to resist Vale’s magic.
“Leave her be,” Jasper says.
“Stop fighting, kitten,” Vale ignores him. “The pain will only get worse.”
Your hand moves up to your shoulder against your control. Your shaking fingers grasp at the fabric of your dress and start to slip it down. Your other hand does the same, inch by inch exposing more of your body though you fight to stay in control.
“Please,” Jasper says. “Leave her alone. I’m your enemy, not her.”
Vale’s eyes flash red again and Jasper falls to his knees beside you.
“I guess you can strip too, then,” Vale says.
Jasper pulls his fine tunic up over his head and tosses it to the floor. You can see his face screwed up in concentration even as his hands move to undo his trousers.
Your dress slip down past the swell of your breasts, exposing you to Vale and the others. The mage slides his leather-clad fingers across your nipple.
He bids you to stand and your body responds. You step out of your dress, your movements automatic. The pain is starting to fade as you stop fighting, but the humiliation grows as you feel all the greedy eyes roaming over your body. You stand there exposed and unable to cover yourself. As you look at the crowd you notice Sybil amongst them. She avoids your gaze, her face a mask. Why won’t she do anything?
“You’re falling behind,” Vale says. He kicks Jasper to the ground and yanks off his trousers, before kicking him again in the ribs. The sudden brutality shocks you.
“On your hands and knees,” Vale instructs.
Jasper does as he’s told.
“You too,” Vale tells you. You begrudgingly follow his command.
Once you are both where he wants you, Vale summons one of his followers who is holding a leash. The creature on the other end hisses and spits as it’s dragged to the center of the room. You recognize it as the spider-goblin that snuck in earlier. It’s even more disgusting up close.
The mage’s eyes glint evilly in the candlelight. “So who’s first?”
Avoid eye contact.
Tell him to choke on his own cock.
You ignore the mage’s order.
“I said strip, kitten.” Vale’s voice is a little harsher.
Jasper keeps his hand clenched around yours giving you courage.
The mage runs a gloved hand through his hair. He seems to be debating something within himself. Finally he looks at you, his lip curled in amusement.
He flicks his hand downwards and you fall to your knees. You try to get up but a tearing pain shoots through your body. Tears tumble down your cheeks as you try to resist Vale’s magic.
“Leave her be,” Jasper says.
“Stop fighting, kitten,” Vale ignores him. “The pain will only get worse.”
Your hand moves up to your shoulder against your control. Your shaking fingers grasp at the fabric of your dress and start to slip it down. Your other hand does the same, inch by inch exposing more of your body though you fight to stay in control.
“Please,” Jasper says. “Leave her alone. I’m your enemy, not her.”
Vale’s eyes flash red again and Jasper falls to his knees beside you.
“I guess you can strip too, then,” Vale says.
Jasper pulls his fine tunic up over his head and tosses it to the floor. You can see his face screwed up in concentration even as his hands move to undo his trousers.
Your dress slip down past the swell of your breasts, exposing you to Vale and the others. The mage slides his leather-clad fingers across your nipple.
He bids you to stand and your body responds. You step out of your dress, your movements automatic. The pain is starting to fade as you stop fighting, but the humiliation grows as you feel all the greedy eyes roaming over your body. You stand there exposed and unable to cover yourself. As you look at the crowd you notice Sybil amongst them. She avoids your gaze, her face a mask. Why won’t she do anything?
“You’re falling behind,” Vale says. He kicks Jasper to the ground and yanks off his trousers, before kicking him again in the ribs. The sudden brutality shocks you.
“On your hands and knees,” Vale instructs.
Jasper does as he’s told.
“You too,” Vale tells you. You begrudgingly follow his command.
Once you are both where he wants you, Vale removes something from within his robe. It is a smooth glass rod with a round bulb at one end. The mage’s eyes glint evilly in the candlelight. “So who’s first?”
Avoid eye contact.
Tell him to choke on it.
You avoid Vale’s gaze, not wanting to volunteer yourself for his torture.
“I guess it’s Jasper then,” you hear him say.
Jasper is silent as the mage kneels behind him. You look away, unable to watch as Vale presses the glass dildo against his ass.
Jasper stifles a moan. Vale chuckles and taunts him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. From the sounds of it they know each other quite well. You try to ignore the obvious pleasure betrayed in Jasper’s voice as he begs Vale to show mercy.
Sybil’s eyes have a faraway look as if she is imagining herself to be anywhere but here in this room. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Jasper is humiliated like this? Unless she knows being exposed as your ally would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.
Jasper groans, his cock betraying him with a violent spurt of cum.
“Just like old times,” Vale says, licking a drop of cum off his gloved finger. He gives Jasper a small kiss on the cheek then moves on to you.
You feel the glass pressing into you, pushing against your body’s resistance.
“Looks like you’re not as used to this as your boyfriend,” Vale taunts.
You let out a weak cry as the dildo plunges deep in
side you. Vale seems to be trying to cause you pain, but a shameful sort of pleasure wells up inside of you. You understand why Jasper couldn’t hold it in, why he so easily succumbed. But you didn’t come all this way to become a slobbering slave toy to the Order, you came here to save the kingdom.
Beg Sybil for help.
Endure.
You avoid Vale’s gaze, not wanting to volunteer yourself for his torture.
“I guess it’s Jasper then,” you hear him say.
Vale removes something from within his robe. It is a smooth glass rod with a round bulb at one end. He smiles at you. “I would never let that thing touch my precious Jasper.”
Jasper is silent as the mage kneels behind him. You look away, unable to watch as Vale presses the glass dildo against his ass.
Jasper stifles a moan. Vale chuckles and taunts him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. From the sounds of it they know each other quite well. You try to ignore the obvious pleasure betrayed in Jasper’s voice as he begs Vale to show mercy.
Sybil’s eyes have a faraway look as if she is imagining herself to be anywhere but here in this room. She is supposed to be a friend. She is supposed to be looking out for you and Jasper. How can she just stand there while Jasper is humiliated like this? Unless she knows being exposed as your ally would mean putting herself at the mercy of the Order.
