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Hawke Fade Away	By : HunterOpera Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 22981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Peatrice pulled the leash taut and Hawke scampered after as best she could, trying to hide behind the long skirts of the Sisters as they meandered a slow path through High Town.
“Who would have thought the Champion would be such a timid creature?” Peatrice mused, looking down at her and jerking on the leash, tugging on the collar. Hawke stumbled on her gloved hands and padded knees, bound and helpless and exposed as they walked through the marketplace.
She kept her head down, or tried to. She tried to think and remember how she had gotten here – had her previous encounters been the dream Peatrice said, or were they something more? She whimpered, the thoughts coming hard as her wet thighs trembled with want.
So hard to think, moaned Hawke, pleading eyes turning to the sadistic sister that owned her. If only I could cum.
“I think she wants a treat,” the sister beside Peatrice said, her tone prim.
“Treats are for good little pets,” Peatrice answered. “Ones that know their name, for example. Isn't that right, Hawke?”
Hawke closed her eyes and bowed her head in response, knowing that was not the name that Peatrice wanted her to answer to, but even that display was too much for the Sister.
“See?” Peatrice said, jerking on the leash. The collar pulled Hawke off balance and she fell onto her side, sobbing as her lower lips slathered her juices. “She still responds to the wrong name. What are we to do with her?”
“You could make her do tricks,” the other sister giggled. Hawke's blurry eyes looked at the other woman, wondering what that entailed.
Probably not magic, she thought.
“It's an idea,” Peatrice shrugged. “Let's take her to the old Amell Estate and see what the Champion has to say about it.”
They took their time about it, walking a slow road through the marketplace and circling through alleys towards and past the Blooming Rose, where some of the people outside encouraged her to shake her ass for them. Peatrice stopped to speak with them but whatever words were lost as hands groped Hawke's chest, stroked lower to her hips and thighs, teasing and teasing and teasing.
She pleaded as best she was able for them to finger her, to make her cum, but none of them would help her.
Above her, Peatrice laughed and pulled on her leash.
“We're off to see the Champion,” Peatrice called. “Once there, we might get this one to do tricks.”
Hawke heard an excited cloud of words trail after them as Peatrice pulled on her leash again, making her follow in the skirted footsteps of the Sister. She flushed, surprised she could still feel shame but knowing the sight she offered those that followed him, wondered how many hands were now wet with her scent.
It wasn't long to the old Amell Estate but it felt like lifetimes, every mincing step taking away a little more of her confidence, reducing her from Hawke to Eyas. She stopped at the front door to the familial seat that Marian had reclaimed, knocking at the door.
“Hello?” came the call of Bodahn. The Dwarf answered the door, looked at Peatrice and then Hawke and scowled. “What do you want?”
“Go tell the Champion that I'm here,” Peatrice cooed. The Dwarf glared at the Sister and spared a pitying glance for Hawke before closing the door and doing as he was bid. Peatrice looked down at her, kicking her lightly, and said, “Do you want everyone to see what a whore you are? Sit.”
Whimpering, Hawke did as she had been told, resting her ass on her ankles.
The door to her old home opened and her cousin, Charade, answered.
“What do you want, Peatrice?” Charade growled. Her bow, Hawke noticed, was nearby.
“Is that any way to greet the person that made you Champion?” Peatrice smirked.
“You told me my cousin was dead,” Charade answered, flustered as she looked down to where Hawke sat. “You told me you needed an Amell to take up the mantle, and Carver couldn't.”
“Well, he is a Grey Warden,” Peatrice said. “And, for all intents, Marian Hawke is dead. Only my darling little Eyas remains. Shall I show you again?”
Peatrice turned and tugged on Hawke's leash, making the bound woman stagger on her tethered limbs as she struggled to turn around and face the crowd that had gathered to see her humiliation.
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Sorry for the delay - got caught by another contract. Next chapter should be tomorrow or Thursday. If you like what you're reading, why not leave a comment or review? Let me know what's working and what isn't hitting the mark? All comments, reviews, and questions answered (eventually) here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/?page=13 Thanks for reading.
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