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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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Marian glanced at Charade and saw pity in her cousin's eye before the leash was pulled with cruel intent. Marian was dragged back around to face the leering crowd, all of them staring at her and seeing everything she was reduced to nothing but a mewling pet.
“Pay close attention, Champion,” Peatrice whispered, so that only those closest to her could hear. “Be an obedient girl or you'll join your cousin.”
“I'm not a mage.” The sullen reply required no spoken answer; those that could hear the conversation knew that didn't matter, not in Peatrice's Kirkwall. The Chantry's will was law, and Peatrice had become the Chantry.
There were other mages she recognized out in the crowd, bound as she was: Merrill, her slender elven form revealed, her eyes wide and pleading. The herbalist Solivitus, his magic revealed and now bound, his manhood hanging openly below him. Grace, the lovely young woman who had wanted freedom, now more a slave than ever before.
Hawke would have wept for them, screamed for them, fought for them if she had been able.
Instead, she whimpered in envy and hunger as people in the crowd groped themselves.
She would have done anything to do what they were doing, to make herself cum, her thoughts consumed by getting off even as she flushed in humiliation, as much from exposure as from need.
There's something wrong with this, thought Hawke, panting, but all thoughts vanished as Peatrice yanked on the leash again.
“Are you ready to do your tricks, Eyas?” the cruel Sister cooed. “If you're a good girl, maybe we'll let you cum. Does that sound nice?”
Hawke nodded, panting, whimpering. She needed it so badly...
“Sit,” Peatrice commanded.
Hawke lowered her ass down on her heels, head bowed and eyes downcast, shoulders slumped and breasts heavy below her. Her hair fell over her eyes, allowing her a brief moment to hide, her arms next to her knees, brushing her nipples. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, knees pressed together, the liquid seeping out of her bare snatch soaking her from thigh to calve.
“Sit Pretty,” Peatrice demanded.
Marian raised her head, goose-flesh breaking out along her flesh as she shivered. She spread her legs and exposed herself, showing off the dripping goo that leaked from her core, arching her back and pushing her breasts forward so that her arms framed them. Peatrice brushed Marian's hair back, robbing her of any place to hide as she opened her eyes and faced the lustful crowd, all of them staring at her, all of them smiling.
“Good girl,” Peatrice taunted. “Now, beg.”
The poor pathetic woman pushed off her hands, bending her elbows and putting her arms slightly to the side, letting her mitts hang loose from her wrists. The effect framed her breasts as she sat back on her heels, pushing her chest forward and making it look like she was begging to be touched. Her mouth hung open and she stuck her tongue out, eyes open and staring as she stared up at the woman who owned her.
“This is the position she takes when I want her to lick my cunt,” Peatrice announced, and the crowd laughed as Hawke flushed and whimpered and held her position. “Easy to imagine, isn't it? But that's not all our little Eyas knows how to do. Show them how you roll over, slut.”
The slave fell back on her hands, crouching low, grateful that she could close her eyes again and hide behind her hair. She pushed off using her right mitt and leg, rolling to her left, then did the opposite to roll back into position. When she finished and without thinking, she lifted her rear and shook it, her ass raised above her head and made an invitation to the general amusement and lust of those that had gathered.
How, the slave wondered, licking her lips, how do I know what she means?
“Perfect,” Peatrice said, and it bothered Hawke how that one compliment sent pleasure crashing through her. “Position, that is, for your next trick. Kiss, Eyas, kiss.”
Eyas whimpered as she shuffled forward, keeping her ass in the air as she moved herself closer to the hem of Peatrice's robe. As she approached she lifted her head, using her mouth to move the Sister's robe away from her foot. Tentatively, she stared down at the offered boot and stared, then moaned and closed her eyes. She began to kiss the toes, working her way around the heel.
“Enough preamble, Eyas,” Peatrice said, playing with the leash.
Eyas nodded, shaking, her tongue leaving long smears of saliva as she licked the length of the boot. It was clean, thankfully, but still the motion and the audience meant something, the combination robbing Hawke of her humanity with every breath. Positioned as she was now, her audience would see her dripping cunt and think she was getting off on this treatment.
The worst part was that they might be right.
“Remember when you thought we were equals?” Peatrice whispered, some trick of acoustics keeping the words for just the two of them. Eyas said nothing, her tongue otherwise occupied, her hips quaking.
“That's enough of that,” Peatrice said, yanking Hawke up by the leash. Hawke caught the look in her eye as she fell back into the sitting pretty pose, the glazed over eyes and flushed cheeks, the Sister's lips slightly parted. “Now, little Eyas, lightning.”
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