Spellbreakers (13 page)

Daria had no illusions that Hassian love slaves had
much fun in bed, and she would have died in battle against all the hosts of
Hassia rather than letting Leal be wed in that country, but it was the fantasy
of those helpless bodies that aroused her, not the reality.
What can I say?
If that is sick, kill me. But I will do this, this once.
And
if she likes it..
.

When she put a hobble around Leal’s right ankle the
princess gasped in shock. Daria stared darkly at her.

“Will you play with me or not?” asked Daria. It was
the moment of truth. Anything that followed would be easier than this. She kept
her voice steady. If Leal thought for a moment that she, Daria, was not sure of
this, she’d never trust her to take control so completely. You cannot ask a
scared animal to do your bidding if you yourself don’t know what you are doing.
It was the first rule she had learnt in the mews and stables.

It was her bliss and her burden to be in charge.

“Yes, but...”

“Do you trust me or not?”

“Yes. Yes I do.”

“But?”
Daria’s
voice held menace. The menace to withhold all the thousand pleasures Leal was
craving for.

“No but. Just please.”

“Good.”

Daria suppressed a tense sigh and buckled the supple
leather around her ankle. She tied the ring to a bed post with a short line.
Then she did the same to the other foot. Leal was breathing fast and shallow
breaths, excitement and dread mixed in her eyes. Daria tied her hands to the
head of the bed, as far up as she could pull them. The bed was not long enough
to spread Leal as taut as she would have liked, but it would do.

When the princess was ready for her pleasure, Daria
gazed down on her and smiled.

“Good girl.
Brave girl.
This
is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, I’ll have you know.” She bent
down to kiss Leal’s mouth, her throat, and then down, along her flat belly to
her sex.

It was time to show some gratitude. The gift of such
trust was not to be sneered at. She pleased Leal with her tongue until the
princess squirmed. She had chilled down while Daria tied her. Daria wanted her
to warm up again, and ease into her helplessness. She lapped into her slit, and
savored the new moisture that was forming.

****

Immobilized with her legs spread wide and her wrists
tied up, Leal could not escape whatever game Daria meant to play with her.

“Ah, you are truly
mine
now,
princess,” said Daria softly between licks and kisses. “There is nothing you
can do to help yourself now. I will have you squirming like a worm on the hook,
m’lady. And you will be grateful for it.”

She laughed a mock-sinister laugh, which had
nonetheless a true edge of possession in it.

Leal closed her eyes and tested her ties. They would
hold, she realized with half alarm, half glee. Someone so perfectly used to
catching, grooming, and hobbling horses would know how to tie up a girl, of
course. Her back and legs tensed and pulled, and nothing gave way. It was all
out of her control, then.
 
There was
nothing she could do to stop her own humiliation, and her own wanton pleasure.
She smiled. Her belly fluttered with agitation and excitement, and she gave
herself up.

Daria’s tongue was giving her all she had craved for,
and more, and Leal whimpered in distress when Daria left off for fetching
something else she had put on the edge of the bed. Leal felt movement between
her legs and strove to see, but in vain. She fell back on the mattress sighing.

“Please,” she whispered, pushing her sex up towards
Daria’s face. “Please.”

“Hush. I do have a little surprise, you know? I packed
a few personal effects before we left. Little comforts for a long road.”

Leal felt something smooth and cool caress her belly,
and when she peeked again she saw Daria’s larger wooden dildo, already wet with
oil, darkly glistening in the rain-washed light from the garret window. She
bucked in anticipation, and when Daria touched it to her slit, before even
feeling its full girth inside her, she came in a wild frenzy of moans,
straining against her ties, not knowing whether she wanted more or if she was
recoiling from Daria’s lapping tongue.

****

She was panting and panting. The last remainder of her
contractions made the outer end of the dildo twitch even as they slowly died
away. There was a puddle of moisture between her legs.
That was the easy
part, princess,
Daria thought darkly, with a savage smile on her lips.
But
this is where you will fight me, and it will serve you nothing.

She caressed the inside of Leal thighs softly for a
long moment, until her body slowly relaxed. She gently pulled the dildo out of
her slit, circling it slowly around the very entrance. She could feel that this
was more than welcome, that she was ready for much more of this. She smiled.
She discarded the dildo, and bent to lick her clitoris again.

Leal jerked hard in her restraints when her aroused,
spent clitoris was touched once more, and a pleading moan escaped out of her.
Daria gave her one moment of respite and then touched her sex again. Leal’s
body tensed and writhed sideways, but the taut ties on her ankles did not let
her go very far. Daria kept her mouth on her, and sucked harder. The moaning
and whining were getting quite loud, both urgent and anguished, but luckily the
thunderous rain would cover that. Daria licked and sucked, her tongue circling
round Leal’s clitoris without pause, then lapping and lapping. Even with the
restraints it was hard work, because Leal was jerking and twisting like a soul
in pain to evade her. In fact, Daria thought cheerfully, she probably was in
pain, but there was unbelievable pleasure on the other side of the pain, and
she was adamant that Leal would get there. That was what the bonds were for.

Leal’s legs and belly muscles were taut with effort.
Her arms and shoulders bulged with the strain of hauling on the bonds over her
head to pull her crotch even one inch away from Daria searching mouth. She had
never been so wildly beautiful.
 
Daria
kept licking her clitoris, teasing her vagina with two fingers, then three,
then four, rubbing and thrusting to fill her with a drumming, unrelenting
torrent of inescapable sensation. Then the panting body strained in a desperate
arch, trying in vain to close her legs and her labia out of sheer pressure of
the inner muscles. Her belly went hollow with tension, and a broken cry escaped
her. Daria let go of her clitoris. With her fingers inside Leal’s vagina, she
could feel her contracting again in her second, sweltering orgasm. She looked
into Leal’s sweat-beaded face. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, and her
eyes were utterly wild. Daria felt that some barrier had been broken, that some
secret truth about Leal and herself was emerging.

“Now we are talking, princess,” she said
hoarsely.
 
“Now you know I can do what I
want with you.
Whatever I want.
I can do this again
and again, until you pass out. And even if you could, you would not stop me
because you like this as much as I like watching you. But you had to be tied
down for it, so you could tell yourself it was all my idea to force you. Isn’t
that so? You want to be used, but I must go and do it, you’ll
never
ask
me. Because you’re too ashamed of the things you like.”

Leal stared at her through wide, dark, crazed pupils
and slowly nodded, conceding the truth of it.

Daria wondered how far this shame went.
Is she
ashamed of the things she likes, or that she likes to do them with me? Is she
ashamed of loving me?
Me, the commoner’s bastard daughter?

She knew it was a mean thought, unworthy of Leal, and
of herself, and she hushed it immediately, but it lingered like a darkness of
dread inside her.

She
sat up, and without withdrawing her fingers
from Leal’s slit, she caressed her thighs and her labia with her left hand. She
could see Leal’s body tensing in alarm as her hand went anywhere close to her
engorged clitoris. She caressed her belly, her breasts,
her
pointed nipples. Then her hand went down towards her sex again, and a
beseeching moan escaped Leal’s mouth. Daria laughed, her head thrown back in an
ecstasy of power. She teased her trembling, powerless, and oh so willing victim
again and again and again, grazing her sex with the tip of a finger to see her
body squirm.

“I am barely touching you, and I have never harmed
you, and yet see how I can make you cringe, princess? I am nothing, and yet,
I
have the power over you. Oh this is
sweet.
”

She settled between Leal’s legs once more, and she saw
such a wonderful confusion of feelings in her face: alarm, excitement, and a
plea, for more, for respite, for what?

****

Leal panted, closed her eyes, and spread her legs
wider, pushing her slit down on Daria’s fingers, even while other parts of her
body wanted so badly to escape from her.

Daria pushed her hand between her legs. Leal guessed
confusedly that she had three or four fingers in her sex now, her hand palm up
between her legs. She twisted her pelvis slowly around them, sometimes pressing
down on them, sometimes drawing back when the hand felt too wide in her straining
slit. It was hard to tell whether the pain or the pleasure was more intense or
when the one gave way to the other. At this stage, in fact, the pain kept
welling into a rough, primal pleasure. She had never felt so spread, and she
had never imagined such a thing could be so enjoyable, but the wildness that
had come on her with the bondage and the overwhelming second orgasm that had
been forced on her made this rough, massive penetration seem just right. She
craved for more, more girth inside of her; she longed to be spread even wider,
to be penetrated more fully than ever. She moaned and tried to suck Daria’s
hand inside of her.

****

Daria was enthralled by Leal’s absolute lack of
restraint as she begged and begged for more now. Tied up like that, she had
become completely free from her own last inhibitions.

If you were ashamed I cured you of it, for the time
being, m’lady.

She twisted her hand, turning her palm sideways to
push it deeper in, and a moan escaped Leal’s lips. Daria repeated the movement
again and again, pressing a bit further in each time. The waning, fitful
resistance of Leal’s muscles abated a bit at every twist, and Leal moaned and
moaned, and bucked in her bonds, sometimes searching for more, sometimes trying
to evade the pressure as Daria pushed her knuckles further and further between
the wet labia. The conclusion of this exercise was now strangely obvious,
however improbable it might have appeared a few minutes earlier. This was not
something Daria had planned. She pulled her hand back somewhat and carefully
smoothed Leal’s labia and clitoris outward and up, to spread the entrance as
wide and clear as possible. She paused briefly to grab for the flask she had
used to lubricate the dildo, and poured sweet oil all over her hand and Leal’s
sex. The extreme slick wetness not only eased things, but also made Leal even
wilder. Daria laid her thumb flat into her palm, breathed deeply, waited for a
slight pause in Leal’s writhing and pushed. The pressure was vain.
This will
never work,
she thought, and then her hand was slowly, wholly swallowed by
Leal’s flesh. She gingerly closed her fingers inside the incredible ring of
hot, wet, elastic muscle and gently eased her fist a little deeper. Leal was
perfectly still, panting and moaning without pause, all of her body taut and
quivering with tension. Her flesh tightened all around Daria’s fist, wet and
soft, yet ridged and textured, and clenching with surprising force. Daria
gawked in incredulous wonder at her wrist where it disappeared at the cusp of
those beloved, smooth thighs and inside the shining wet red lips; very slowly
she laid her mouth on Leal’s clitoris and kissed it, and a sobbing cry shook
the tied, strained body as it tipped over the edge once more. Daria felt its
contractions all around her fist. She had never been so close to Leal before,
never dreamed such complete intimacy would be possible, and, to her own horror
and confusion, tears started in her eyes.

****

Much later as they huddled close together in a nest of
blankets, Daria spoke softly, in a drowsy voice.

“Damn it all, Leal. Let’s run away.
Me
and you.
Somewhere where we can be together forever.
If we go back to Escarra without Hawkeneye you are lost to Admund. If we find
him, you will still have to be queen one day, and marry him, or some damn duke
or foreign prince who will make you fat with children and watch your bedroom
like a mastiff. You are
free
when you are with me. Let’s run away while
we can. I bet nobody expects us to ever go back anyway. They probably all think
you just bolted, like the irresponsible rebel you are.”

“But I did not. And I am not. Not where it matters.”

She caught Daria’s hand in hers and kissed it in
silence, but Daria felt a warm wetness cooling down on her wrist.

Chapter Eight