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Private Submission	By : Trawler Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Contains strong sexual content of a sub/dom nature. I do not own Dragon Age II and make no money on this fiction.

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I stayed well away from Hawke and her associates, instead spending long hours in the Gallows. My days were devoted to appeasing the more vocal elements of the Circle, those men and women who were determined to be out from under the templars controlling hand. My nights were filled with bouts of desperate, fruitless masturbation. No matter how long I stroked myself, no matter what variation of grip or pace, I could not achieve an orgasm.
During the depths of my sexual depression I sunk so low as to penetrate myself with the candle Meredith had left behind, gradually growing more comfortable with the feeling of the beast inside me. I grew closer to orgasm, much closer – so close I could almost imagine I was there – but that elusive explosion was still beyond me. Still in Meredith’s possession.
The Knight-Commander’s intrusions into the mages lives became more intense, more unforgivable. Eventually word came to me that many mages were being locked in their rooms, kept prisoners in the place that had once held captive slaves. The irony was not lost on me, but it was one injustice too many. I had to do something or, I suspected, my Senior Enchanters would begin plans to have me replaced… and Meredith along with me.
I decided to approach the Knight-Commander personally and discuss the situation with her. It had not been the first attempt nor, I suspected, would it be the last, but I would try for a diplomatic solution until diplomacy was held at sword point.
I approached Meredith’s rooms very late that night, hoping she would not be asleep – common rumour claimed she slept only a few hours a night. As I reached her door, I noticed a templar stationed outside.
“Has the Knight-Commander retired for the evening?” I asked him. He was a big, burly man I recognised as Radditch, one of Meredith’s more senior Lieutenants.
He offered me a dark glare. “She has given orders that she is not to be disturbed.”
The words were barely out of his mouth when I heard a noise from the other side of the door – a shape female yelp. Then a low, familiar voice.
Meredith. She had someone in there. A woman.
A raw, red emotion surged through me, and it took a second for me to identify what it was – jealousy. I was jealous Meredith was ‘punishing’ someone else!
Maker help me, this would be a bad time to disturb her. But – didn’t templar business rank more importantly than her own perverted pleasures?
I would be punished for interrupting, I knew that much.
“She will agree to be disturbed by me,” I said sharply, squaring my shoulders. I offered Radditch the haughtiest look I could muster, every inch the First Enchanter. “Tell her I wish to see her.”
Radditch was silent for a long, tense moment, and I wondered if he would ignore my order. Eventually, though, he nodded and turned to rap on the door.
The door was opened from the inside. I caught a brief glimpse of Meredith’s flushed face before her eyes lit on me. I met her gaze and was almost seared by the heat.
“I – I wished to speak with you,” I said, ashamed at the stutter in my voice.
“Now is not a… convenient time,” she replied. “However, now that you are here, I feel you could serve a more practical purpose. Radditch, escort the First Enchanter inside.” Her face vanished from the door.
I had a bad feeling about this, but my cock stirred at the command in her voice. I followed behind the armoured Radditch and entered Meredith’s personal chambers. He closed the door behind me.
Radditch locked the door. He moved to one side, allowing me an undisturbed view of just what Meredith had been up to.
“Oh, blessed Andraste…” I murmured.
Part of the room was taken up by a large desk. There was a woman on the desk, a human. A mage.
It was Varli, one of my Senior Enchanters.
Varli was up on all fours, her robe opened at the front to reveal large breasts. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight, mesmerised by what Meredith had done to them.
Her creamy white orbs were pushed together and tied by a length of soft rope. Her dusky pink nipples stood erect. They were topped by little silver devices, and it took me a second to realise they were clamps. Meredith had put nipple clamps on her breasts. And, sweet Maker, I noticed red marks on those obscenely jutting globes. Hand prints. Meredith had spanked her breasts.
A low moan escaped my lips. I met Varli’s gaze, and I recognised everything I saw in them – shame, fear, self-hatred… but the most dominant emotion was lust. Like me – like countless others, for all I knew – she was a slave to Meredith’s dominant hand.
“I have not yet finished with Varli,” Meredith purred. “Sit down, Orsino. Make yourself comfortable.”
“This is wrong,” I said, my voice unsteady. “Surely you must see this. Involving other people in your petty power struggles.”
Meredith’s eyes flashed, and beside me, I heard Radditch shift in anticipation of conflict.
“That is not for you to decide,” she said, her voice hard. “Lieutenant, show the First Enchanter to a seat.”
The burly templar almost pushed me into a chair. As I sat down, I realised the jutting tent of my erection would be clearly visible, and indeed, Radditch was smirking. Embarrassment tinged my cheeks.
“Why?”
I jumped, startled by the unfamiliar tone, then realised the voice had come from Varli.
“Why let her get away with this, Orsino? You’re the First Enchanter!”
Meredith moved to her side and squeezed the woman’s breast. Varli gasped, whether in pleasure or pain – or a combination of both – I couldn’t tell.
“That’s enough from you,” she purred. “Orsino was far more compliant. Would you like me to use the ball gag on you again? So red, so round, forcing those perfect lips apart… it’s your choice, Varli.”
Poor Varli flushed scarlet. “I’ll – I’ll be quiet, Knight-Commander,” she mumbled.
“Such a good girl. Now stay quiet and let me finish your punishment.”
I couldn’t look away. My cock was rock hard as I watched Meredith lift the hem of Varli’s robes around her waist. From my position I had a good view of her bottom, and I admired the smooth, round curve of her buttocks.
Meredith began to spank her.
The spanking went on for some time, each rise and fall of her bare hand resulting in a slap that made Varli squeal and jerk. But she made no move to get off the desk, no move to escape; Meredith didn’t even have to hold her down. Like me, I could tell Varli was deriving a peculiar brand of arousal from the rough spanking.
When she was done, Varli’s cheeks were enflamed. I wondered if mine looked the same after I had been spanked, and I felt my cock lurch in response. I shifted uncomfortably. Beside me, I realised Radditch was doing the same – he was just as aroused as me! Dear Maker, were we all deviants, all linked by our desire to submit to Meredith’s will?
Meredith licked her lips, eyes flicking over Varli’s form. “So delicious,” she remarked, slipping one hand between the woman’s legs. “So wet. A dripping pussy is such a tragic thing to waste, wouldn’t you say, Orsino?”
“I – I wouldn’t know,” I coughed. “I have not had many experiences with women for some years.”
Meredith snorted. “Radditch, you’re wearing too much armour. I want you naked.”
He jumped to his feet and bowed.
“Yes, Knight-Commander,” he said respectfully. I glanced at him as be began to strip. How long had he been under her power?
Meredith came round to sit beside me and I shifted nervously. “Relax,” she told me, a teasing twinkle in her eyes that I didn’t trust for one second. “You have behaved for some time now. I believe a reward is in order.”
“A reward?”
She reached out and touched my groin. I drew a sharp breath as she slowly manipulated my cock through my robe.
“Yes, a reward. Kneel before me, Orsino.”
Wondering what deviant plan she had devised for me this time, I hastened to obey. My eyes never left her.
Her hands reached down to grasp the hem of her long, heavy skirt. She slowly raised it, revealing shapely calves, scarred knees… I drew another sharp breath when I saw her muscular thighs.
She spread her legs wide. Beckoned me forward with one crooked finger.
I leaned forward, trembling with a mixture of anticipation and deepest lust. I had dreamed of this moment for weeks now, dreamed of being able to touch her skin, to feel the warmth of her body under my hands…
“You will lick my pussy until I come,” she ordered. “You may begin.”
She wore no undergarments.
Now I could see her naked pussy and I was transfixed. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and my lust-addled brain could think of nothing else. Her nether lips were shaved bare, and only a thin strip of blonde hair ran up and over her mound. She was exquisite and I was almost afraid to touch her.
But lust quickly won out over fear. I leaned forwards, gently placing my hands on her upper thighs. I ran my palms over her skin, glorying in the power I felt, the contrast between her hard metal armour and her soft flesh. I bent my head, extended my tongue and lapped at her pussy.
The taste of her, the smell of her…! Spanking Varli had obviously aroused her; she was soaking wet and my tongue glided over her slickness. I had little idea how to pleasure a woman, but I obeyed Meredith’s crooning instructions and took my time.
“Radditch.” Her voice was rough, her breathing unsteady. I had done that. I, the mage-slut, had done that. “You have been a very good boy this week. Your reward is to fuck Varli until you come.” She gasped as I attacked her clit, her hands twining in my hair.
Radditch immediately moved behind Varli, and I realised now Meredith had positioned herself so that she would have a perfect view of the couple’s rutting. I wished briefly that I could see what was going on, but then contented myself to the Knight-Commander’s pussy. So hot, so wet…
Varli squealed and I guessed Radditch had penetrated her. Would he take her pussy, I wondered briefly, or her arse? I had liked the way her bottom curved…
Meredith’s hands tightened in my hair. I slid my tongue deep inside her. She squirmed.
Behind me, I heard a wet slapping noise, and realised it was the sound of Radditch’s balls slapping against Varli’s arse. I groaned, and the vibrations went straight from my mouth to Meredith’s pussy. She arched against me.
“Such a good…little mage-slut,” she gasped. I was able to slide my hands under her thighs, and I was just able to touch her bottom.
Varli was moaning uncontrollably, and I was easily able to picture her in my head. As Radditch pounded into her, her breasts would jiggle obscenely, the movement making her ultra-sensitive nipples respond to the clamps. I pictured Radditch’s hands gripping her arse as he rode her, heard his grunts of pleasure, heard two sharp slaps as he spanked her…
Varli screamed, a long, low, drawn out sound of exquisite pleasure. I guessed she had just come. I imagined her pussy walls convulsing around Radditch’s cock and, a second later, heard his uncontrolled groan as he, too, came. Then all I could hear were their panting breaths.
Throughout all this I had not ceased tending to Meredith’s pussy. I lapped like a contented kitten, suckling her juices, laving her clit with my tongue. Her breathing roughened further and eventually her whole body tensed, her fingers clenching painfully in my hair. She never cried out – barely made a sound – but I knew she had come. I felt a rush of power and pride and raised my damp face to look at her.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth agape. She looked down at me and smiled.
“Good whore,” she crooned. “Good little bitch. I haven’t come so hard in weeks. Perhaps I should make you my personal pussy slave, little bitch? Would you like that? To worship between my legs, whenever I give the order?”
“Sweet Maker, yes,” I breathed, and right at that moment I believed it with all my heart.
“Switch places with Varli.”
I was abruptly still, horror racing through me. “But M-Meredith… you want me to let R-Radditch…?” I couldn’t speak the question.
Her lips curved in a cruel smile. “I will let Radditch fuck your tight little arse until you scream for release. I believe your practise with the candle has loosened you up.”
“How do you know that?” I gasped, shame coursing through me again.
“Never you mind. Varli – get over here.” There was no mistaking the command in her voice, and I turned to the woman climbing carefully off the desk. She tottered over to us and almost collapsed to her knees beside me.
I rose to my feet, turning to look at Radditch. He was grinning, one hand running slowly up and down what seemed to me like a massive cock. Trembling, I walked to the desk.
“Take off your robe, Orsino,” Meredith said.
It took me a while to get the buttons undone. I let the garment drop to the floor and climbed clumsily onto Meredith’s desk.
From this position, I had a good view of Varli kneeling between the Knight-Commander’s legs. Her face was already buried in her pussy, and I was helpless to withhold a light moan at the erotic scene.
Behind me, I jumped as I felt Radditch’s hand on one buttock. He squeezed, his fingers digging into my flesh.
Then his hand was withdrawn. A second later, I felt his fingers again at my opening, easing lubrication into me. I pictured him smearing it on his shaft, the large, purple head glistening as his hand moved.
Then his cock was at my arse and he was pushing, pushing. Nothing gave way until, with a sudden, startling movement, he was in. Pain rippled through me and I cried out, but Radditch was relentless – he drove slowly into me until he was buried balls deep. I felt his tight matt of pubic hair tickling my arse cheeks.
I drew in a long, slow breath and tried to relax even as he withdrew. Then he slammed back in and he was fucking me with gusto, one hand on the back of my neck as he drove into me again and again. His cock was brushing against that magical sweet spot deep inside me and I whimpered with every thrust, whimpered like a whore.
Then his hand was in my hair, pulling my head back. His free hand was at my hip. With my head raised I was only able to stare at Meredith, stare as Varli ate her pussy, consumed her juices. Meredith was undulating under her tongue, both hands in the woman’s hair. I had not seen her face when she came before, but I watched her avidly now.
Radditch was pounding away behind me, the feel of his cock sliding in and out driving me mad with lust. He spanked my buttock with one broad hand and I yelped; he seemed to like the sound as he did it again.
“Fucking slut,” he grunted. “Damn mage whore, such a tight arse… fuck, yeah…”
I could tell Meredith was close, so close as Varli licked her. And then her face twisted… her eyes screwed tight… her mouth dropped open as she panted… her whole body tensed, her back arching…
Meredith’s orgasm was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, more erotic than Varli’s bare, bound and beaten breasts. I pushed back against Radditch and then I was coming too, my cock pulsing and twitching as I shot the biggest load of my life onto Meredith’s desk. I cried out, writhing and bucking, my arse constricting around Radditch’s cock. That set him off, and with a few hard pumps he was coming deep inside me.
No one spoke for several minutes, each of us trying to regain our breath. Varli rocked back onto her heels, watching Meredith with anxious, tired eyes.
Eventually the Knight-Commander got lazily to her feet, letting her skirt drop back into place.
“Good little sluts,” she purred. “All of you. You have all submitted to my will. You may go. Radditch… stay.”
I almost cried out. Almost begged her to let me stay, to let me lick her again, to feel her smooth skin under my hands. But one last tiny scrap of pride kept me silent.
I dressed in silence, trying to ignore the unpleasant sensation of Radditch’s come dribbling down my leg. I watched, fascinated, as Meredith removed Varli’s nipple clamps; the Senior Enchanter gasped with pain as they were taken off one by one. She untied the rope, leaving deep marks behind. I imagined the tingle of blood rushing back into her nipples must be painful, and indeed, the tears pricking the corner of her eyes reinforced that notion.
As Varli adjusted her robe to cover her bare breasts, I heard Meredith ordering Radditch to lie on the floor. He obeyed without question, his cock – still hard! – jutting obscenely into the air. Meredith raised her long skirt to her waist and crouched over him. I noticed his eyes glued to her pussy where, indeed, my eyes were also glued.
Slowly she eased herself down onto his cock. She was going to fuck him right there on her floor, going to ride him like a horse. Despite my exhaustion, my own cock twitched back to life.
“Please… may I stay?” I begged, hating the subservient note in my voice. “May I watch?”
Her eyes were slits as she regarded us. “No. Go to your rooms. Now.”
“But – !”
“No arguments!” she ordered. “Get out, now!”
Varli and I were forced to leave as she rode her toy. The door closed behind us, but I knew what I had seen would remain burned into my mind for a long, long time to come. I looked at Varli, but she wouldn’t meet my eye.
With a sinking heart, I realised Varli had lost whatever respect she might have had for me. Had I been able to resist Meredith’s punishments, Varli would have made a powerful ally, but now… I was an enemy, one of the Knight-Commander’s pets.
Two days later, I learned she was sheltering apostate mages in the Gallows itself.
A day after that, Meredith found out.

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