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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 looked back at Peatrice, the way she had crooked her hip and was holding the leash, elbow bent and hand raised. Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the former champion and Hawke entertained a moment of rebellion until Peatrice's lips twitched and Hawke flinched, looking down and away, whimpering.
“I think she needs a target,” the sister beside Peatrice laughed. “You can't expect Eyas to choose for herself. She doesn't have that capacity or that right.”
Peatrice laughed in answer, a soft chuckle that rang in Hawke's ears. She felt shamed, knees bent and dripping cunt exposed, her cheeks warm as fingers kneaded her hair and pulled her head up.
“There,” Peatrice said, pointing at a small garden across the way from the old Amell Estate. “That little garden. Do that for me, Eyas. Prove what a good girl you are and maybe you'll get a treat.”
Whining, Hawke felt Peatrice's other hand cradle the curve of her ass, a taunt that felt like a finger brushing her outer lips when the sister said treat. Her hips shuddered, her vision hazy. She moaned when the finger left her, struggled through the haze of her lust and focused on the garden.
Pulling lightning from her dreams, she felt the magic flow through her body like quicksilver, felt the collar around her tighten and knew that Peatrice was watching her with cautious eyes and managed to hide her smile: even now, Hawke realized, she fears me.
Her lightning slammed into the garden, shattering the pot as the crowd clapped and looked upon her and she felt the shame return, the magic leaving an empty feeling as she realized what Peatrice had made of her power: a simple trick to amuse her whenever she felt like it.
The crowd parted as the city guard showed up, glaring and demanding that the crowd disperse. At their head, stood Aveline, her broad shoulders making no allowances for anyone as she stepped through the crowd. There was a brief pause in her step as she saw Hawke, her lip curled in disgust.
“Hello, Guard Captain,” Peatrice said. “Do you need to see my pet's license and papers?”
“I trust that they're in order,” Aveline snarled.
“Your faith is admirable,” Peatrice said, smiling.
“You know that mages are no longer allowed to use magic within city grounds unless their owner determines it is to the city's benefit,” Aveline said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I trust you know this law because you wrote it.”
“I did,” Peatrice shrugged, the leash tugging at Hawke's collar along with the motion. “That flower pot offended me. It is gone now and I shall have it replaced. There are other demerits that little Eyas has accrued today, and I was just thinking about applying correction to her.”
“I'll leave you to it, then,” Aveline snapped, turning on her heel.
“No, no, wait a moment,” Peatrice said, stepping forward. Caught off guard, Hawke stumbled after her, naked breasts swaying underneath her, the other sister helping her stay upright by grabbing them. “I believe it would do everyone good to see the guard and the Chantry united in this.”
A small sound escaped Hawke's throat as fingers tweaked her sensitive nipples before drawing up and away from her, drawing attention to how little attention to gooey hole was receiving. She looked up, half-dumb with need as Aveline and Peatrice spoke, as the former took something from the latter.
“Come along, Eyas,” Peatrice said, words cutting through want as she tugged on the leash.
Hawke was pulled over to a small bench near her old home, where Peatrice pulled her up so that she was kneeling, then forced her over the bench. It took some doing but ended with Hawke's flat tummy lying on the seat, her gloved hands able to touch the ground while her bound legs dangled uselessly behind her, ass exposed to the whole of the city.
“I know you were close,” Peatrice whispered, the words brushing along Hawke from behind, a lazy finger drawing sigils on her supple ass. “Consider this a mercy.”
“I loathe you,” Aveline answered. The finger was removed.
The whipping began.
Long strands of braided leather lashing into Hawke's rear, caressing her hips and thighs, making her cry out as heat impacted her soft flesh and spread through her body. She closed her eyes, unable to offer more than pathetic struggling as the guard captain's lashing cut past her flesh and into her soul, wearing her down and grounding her pride to nothing.
She didn't know how long it lasted.
Couldn't know, but it was dark when conscious thought returned and she found herself back where she'd awoken. She was lying on her side, the dull ache dripping down from waist to knee letting her know that she was hurt, that anything touching the offended area would leave her gasping.
“The guard captain is a loyal creature,” Peatrice's sister was saying. Hawke gasped, sobbing, amazed that her ass could hurt as badly as this.
“So it seems,” Peatrice mused. “Magic must serve, like Marabi serve their betters. I suppose we've learned as much from the Fereldans as the Qunari in this.” She chuckled, tugging at the leash, forcing Hawke to move her head.
The sisters spoke of affairs and politics, things that Hawke had no control or power over, no means of influencing anymore. Peatrice would tap Hawke's ass with her foot, sending fresh waves of pain through the former Champion until she was softly sobbing on the floor at her enemy's feet.
“She's tired,” the sister offered, and Peatrice agreed. The sister was dismissed and Peatrice dragged Hawke to her own chambers, every movement of crawling reminding Hawke of what she had suffered and the treat that had yet to be given.
Peatrice pulled Hawke into her chamber, pulled her up on the bed.
“Let's get you ready for bed, hmmm?” Peatrice taunted, lightly tapping Hawke's rump and smiling to see Marian whimper. “Be a good girl.”
Peatrice pushed Hawke down on her stomach, a small mercy that filled Hawke with an unwanted gratitude. Slim rope anchored to the lower corners of the bed were used to pull her knees apart, leaving her core gaping open and taking away her ability to move. Her arms were pulled away from her, attached to bindings that vanished over the side of the bed. A pillow was placed underneath her breasts, the coarse material making her wince as her abused chest came to rest on it, leaving her head dangling.
“Good girl,” Peatrice teased, taking a leather strap and placing it around Hawke's head. There was a metal ring in the center that the sister forced behind Hawke's teeth, forcing her mouth open before the leather straps on either end her fastened around Hawke's neck.
Peatrice kissed the back of Hawke's neck, a gentle gesture that caught her by surprise before the sister pushed off the bed and pulled her robes over her head and set them down, stripping off her undergarments until she was more naked than Hawke. She walked around the room, blowing out all the candles save one, and then joined Hawke on the bed.
Hawke realized she had been bound to the lower half of the bed when Peatrice joined her there, her wet core coming to rest right where Hawke's forced-open mouth was. Peatrice spread her legs around the bound Hawke's head, one hand's fingers curling in her hair.
“You know what to do, little slattern,” Peatrice whispered. “Be a good girl and maybe I'll let you cum.”
The promise was enough to motivate Hawke, her tongue flickering past her lips as her face was buried in Peatrice's core, parting the folds and scooping up the moisture she found there. It wasn't long before Peatrice was moaning like a whore, riding Hawke for all she was worth.
Hawke cried out when the crop slammed into her ass, shaking her whole body. She looked up but didn't stop licking, her eyes meeting Peatrice's.
“You're pretty when you cry,” Peatrice said, smiling as her cheeks flushed, her free hand pulling Hawke's head back into her as the crop slashed downwards and Hawke cried out, again and again, her whimperings vibrating into her owner's snatch.
It wasn't long before Peatrice was cumming, her juices sopping all over and soaking Hawke's face.
“Good girl,” Peatrice sighed, the crop brushing Hawke's ass. “Now, for you...”
Hawke whimpered, wanting, trying to blink the cum out of her eyes.
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