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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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Hawke was on the floor, discarded like Lowtown rubble, left to lie like so much debris. She was having trouble breathing – there was something in her mouth, pressing her tongue down while keeping her lips open, something that widened past her lips and teeth, something that filled her and made speech impossible.
She took a few moments to adjust, breathing through her nose. She timed herself, breathing slow to keep calm, mind racing as she tried to force the thing out of her mouth with her tongue. It would not move and neither would her tongue, but that wasn't the worst of it.
Her vision was blocked, something pressed against her face. Soft on the inside but she could feel the weight of it, barely able to lift her head. It extended past her head – the metal of it pressed against her breasts as she tried to sit up and failed to do so. Still, she learned something new: the mask was connected to her by two straps that went around her head.
A chain rattled, an unfamiliar pull spilling down from her throat.
It might have been easier to sit up or investigate if her hands weren't shackled behind her back. Like the binding on her face, the shackles were padded on the inside so as not to harm her flesh, but the steel that surrounded that padding would keep her prisoner forever.
Her limited vision followed the chain that descended from her throat. It took minutes for her to find where the other part was connected to, despite the shortness of that chain. She had been tied to a throne, was resting on a large pillow to the left of that monolith. To the right was another pillow, a familiar face lying there.
Isabella was not so bound as she. The Rivani was watching her, eyes glossy and lips slightly parted. Her long black hair was streaked with blue and she was dressed in a long white vest without buttons and the briefest of white shorts and nothing else save for the collar around her neck that was, like Hawke's, leashed to the throne.
Leaning back against the armrest closest to her, Isabella said nothing as Hawke struggled to get her hips under her, using what leverage she could to lift herself into a sitting position. The mask limited her sight and crippled her ability to communicate, but she could see a little more now.
They were in the Viscount's Keep, in the throne room where Isabella had returned a stolen book and Hawke had dueled the Arishok. The banners within that had displayed the sigil of Kirkwall been replaced, the logo of Par Vollen now looming over the two of them.
What the fuck is going on? Hawke thought, lowering her head to let her neck rest.
Hawke closed her eyes, concentrating on what information her other senses could tell her. She could feel a skirt of some soft material hugging her legs, but nothing underneath it. No socks, no boots, nothing at her hips, nothing under the skirt. The fabric had a slit in the front, she realized, and if she were to stand and walk it would only just cover her.
Her chest was not covered by anything, but it was pushed forward by the way her arms were bound behind her back. The throne room was comfortably cool but she still found herself sweating, her nipples tightening, wondering what was going to happen and knowing that whatever it was would not be good.
Opening her eyes, she looked back at Isabella. The Rivani woman seemed vague and amused by the world around her, not truly there. Hawke tried to speak but was capable only of quiet whining that made her friend blush and look away.
Isabella blushing and looking away. Aveline would be... something. Hawke stared, shook her head with difficulty. It was then that she noticed the thin rope mesh that traveled the length of her friend, knotted at her joints, the color a few shades darker than the dusky-skinned Rivani.
The doors to the throne room opened.
Beyond those doors, Hawke could see glimpses of the keep, of Qunari guards and signs. Her city had been conquered, she realized, and as her eyes fell on the giant in the doorway she shuddered.
The Arishok. Hawke was sweating anew, found herself shuffling backward and pressing herself against the throne behind her. How is this possible.
“Maraas toh, saarebas,” the Arishok said, his voice rumbling through the throne room. “Taarsidath-an hasaam.”
The Arishok stalked through the throne room, muscles rippling, his powerful stride crossing the length of the room in just a few of Hawke's fluttering heartbeats. He loomed over her and Isabella, glancing at one of them and then the other, then nodded to himself and grabbed her with one hand.
The weight that had given her such trouble gave him none at all. He pulled her up, one hand on her leash, the other wrapping around her waist.
Behind the mask, Hawke's eyes went wide. Isabella did nothing but Hawke thought furiously, trying to remember what little Qunlat that Fenris had taught her.
Respected greetings, dangerous thing, Hawke thought as the Arishok sat on his throne. I will bring myself sexual pleasure later, while thinking about this with great respect.
Hawke's scream was reduced to nothing more than a quiet whine.
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Probably the last part of this story til mid next week - I've got a small contract to take care of and that's going to devour my weekend. Liking this so far? Questions? Comments? Requests? Any and everthing is responded to at this url: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=13 , so if you leave a thing I will get back to you. Thanks for reading and have a good weekend~!
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