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Hawke Fade Away	By : HunterOpera Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 22975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You heard your master,” Orana said, pulling Hawke by the hair when she hesitated, dragging her over to where her brother sat and throwing her over his lap. Hawke stumbled but Carver caught her easily, forcing her back down over his knees, her naked aching ass in the air, his hand rubbing it.
“C-Carver...” whined Hawke, hating the weakness in her voice.
“Marian,” Carver answered, slapping her ass lightly and making her squirm. “I think the elf had it right. You should be calling me master.”
“What?” sputtered Hawke. “Don't be ridiculo-”
Her words trailed off as he began to spank her, the blow causing her whole body to shudder with every impact. This wasn't just a bunch of ten – Carver was alternating between cheeks – so it was more like twenty by the time he stopped. Hawke was twitching by the time he stopped, her hands shaking from the dull pain and humiliation of it.
It hurt. Marian had never realized how strong her brother actually was.
“Now, who am I?”
“My shitty younger bro-OW~!”
smack Smack SMACK
Hawke's ass was on fire, her brother holding her down with one hand and spanking her with the other as she tried to push herself up and escape, Marian's exposed ass a sore red quivering mass. Marian's pleas were met with more spanking, tears welling up in her eyes as Carver's hand finally came to rest.
Marian despised herself for twitching at that last gentle touch.
“Now,” Carver gloated, “who am I?”
Marian couldn't think, the pain radiating from her naked ass and the leering faces of an elf and a dwarf that had recently worked for looming large in here consciousness. She had no chance to try and collect herself, her awareness of her wounded bottom driving her to confusion.
“What...?” managed Marian. Above her, Carver sighed.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
The next batch rippled through her and now Orana was there, pressing down on the back of her neck and robbing Marian of whatever strength she might have had. She struggled anyway, wriggling in place, helpless to stop each impact from finding its mark, shaking her as tears began to flow.
When Carver stopped he asked the question again.
“My m-master,” sobbed Marian. The answering slap against her ass was probably meant to be gentle, but it still made her whimper.
“And don't you forget it,” Carver said. “Are you ready to behave?”
“I don't,” wheezed Marian, trying to think, “I don't know w-what that means...”
Carver sighed, and Marian could have sworn she heard the pleasure in it.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“It means, Marian, that you don't think.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“It means you obey, without question.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“It means I'm tired of living in your shadow.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“It means you'll live in mine from now on...”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
It disgusted Marian, how eager she was to promise anything her brother demanded of her if only he would stop. She was sobbing now, her struggles ceased, twitching only from the abuse. She felt violated, humiliated, and when she swore that she would do anything her brother wanted the spanking stopped.
“Good girl,” Orana cooed, stroking her hair. “Good little slut.”
“I'm not a slut,” whimpered Marian.
“I saw her, master,” Orana said, and though Marian's head was bowed she knew the elf was speaking to her brother. “Bodahn can confirm. She slept with the pirate whore and then the mage and the magister's pet, both at the same time.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“Sleeping around, Marian?” her brother sneered. “I'd say that makes you a slut.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“Say it, bitch, or do you want me to continue?”
“I'm,” Marian paused, biting her lip, but her brother slapped her ass and she cried out. “I'm a slut.”
“I'm a slut, what?”
“I'm a slut, master.”
“And without your magic you're only good for fucking,” he said, stroking the source of her pain. “Say it. All of it.”
“I'm a slut, master,” sobbed Marian, “and I'm only good for fucking.”
“Good girl,” Orana cooed again, stroking her hair. “Good little slut.”
“What do we do with her now?” Carver asked, squeezing her aching cheeks and making her squirm.
“We can discuss that elsewhere,” Orana sniffed, her voice prim. “It's important she doesn't know what's going to happen to her – it might make her think she has some say in it.”
“Alright,” Carver said. He shoved her off his lap and she collapsed on the floor, breathing hard, her hands immediately going to try and give some comfort to her warm and aching bottom. “None of that, sister. Go stand in the corner with your nose against the wall while we decide what to do with you.”
Marian thought about running but simple movement was painful and her legs were unsteady as she forced herself up. She couldn't meet the eye of anyone in the room, sniffling to herself and trying to keep some semblance of dignity.
“Wait,” Orana said, handing Marian her panties. “Put these on.”
Marian obliged, not looking at the elf or the article of clothing, just happy to have something to cover herself with, but the elf stopped her when the panties had just passed her knees.
“They don't go higher than this,” the elf said, grabbing her jaw and forcing their eyes to meet. “And if they go lower I'll be the one spanking you, and what you just went to will seem like a pleasant dream.” The elf patted her cheek and let her go, swatting her ass as Marian waddled to the corner.
“Hands on your head, sister,” Carver called out. Marian obeyed without question, shuddering and crying while her brother discussed her fate with the dwarf and the elf she'd invited into her home.
How did it come to this? she wondered to herself, trying to collect her thoughts. Carver would never do... wait. Wait. Carver would never do this. Neither would Orana or Bodahn. Is this another dream...?
Hawke ignored the chatter behind her, remembering time spent with a Dalish camp on Sundermount. She'd seen things like this before, familiar settings only slightly twisted.
I followed the Inquisition into the Fade, she thought. I stayed behind to fight the Nightmare. None of this is real.
“None of this is real,” she whispered.
“What was that?” her brother asked.
“None of this is real,” Hawke roared, turning to face the trio that had assaulted her.
This time, when she called on her magic it came roaring back, dressed in the Robes of the Champion and carrying the Eye of the Storm. Her body echoed with magic and her eyes narrowed as she watched the illusion burn away, her manor flickering into the Fade, her attackers turning into creeping Envy demons.
Roaring, she unleashed electricity and destroyed them, their twitching bodies convulsing into ash before Hawke released the spell. Laughter echoed above her and she looked up to see the Nightmare staring down at her with multifaceted eyes.
“I'm going to destroy you,” she seethed and swore, the magic dancing around her. She planted her staff in the ground, mana flowing through and around her, making her feel predatory. “I'll never give up.”
“You gave you when I had you gang-raped by Rage demons.”
“You caught me off guard. That's all.”
“Ah, Hawke, there are so many ways to catch you off guard.”
The Nightmare looked past her eyes, into her soul, and Hawke blinked.
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And that's the first act. Thoughts? Reviews? Comments? Questions? Any and can be left here or at http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=12, where I will also respond to anything. I've got a busy weekend, so nothing more on this story until some time next week. Hope you're enjoying this and thanks for reading.
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