A Knight's Submission Ch. 10

"Mmmh... fuck, that was good, Pet. Very good, indeed. Your training is already paying off, and I'm pleased to know you know how to use your mouth." Lorath praised her, piercings sending rewarding pulses at his words. "Did you enjoy yourself? Your new accessories?"

Karis found herself nodding. She tried pulling back to answer, but the leash kept her from removing Lorath's cock from her mouth. She slurped along his length. "Yesh Mashterr..." She slurred around his length, hips twitching as another pulse coursed through her sensitive clit. "Pleash... may I cum..?"

"Mmh, I do so love it when you beg, Pet... you've been punished, you've committed to your training... yes, I believe I could give you some release." He reached down to unhook her leash. "Sit up on your knees, keep your hands as they are." Karis obeyed, moaning as the piercings continued to tease her.

Lorath wiped his cock along her cheeks, admiring her tear- and drool-stained face. "You will only ever be allowed to cum with my express permission, and while there is a cock inside of you." He told her, moving behind Karis. "Face down, ass up." He commanded, letting another pulse reward her. He loved the way that she squirmed so desperately for him.

"I want you to understand something, Pet." Lorath said, positioning himself behind her. His hands gripped her firm ass, spreading the cheeks apart. He spat at her rear hole, ignoring her dripping pussy. "Everything you've felt today, your slut of a friend has felt, too."

Karis knew it already, but the confirmation made her feel ashamed. She had debased herself willingly, knowing that to suffer punishment instead would have been worse for Lenore to endure.

"If she hasn't broken down with need already, she certainly will, now." Lorath said, pressing the tip of his cock to her asshole. Karis tensed, then forced herself to relax, gently humping back against his cock. She was so needy, she didn't care where he fucked her, just that she was fucked. "Whenever my cock is inside of you, she will feel it through her piercings. Whenever you are rewarded, she will know it. Whenever you're punished... she'll share in that, too."

Karis whimpered softly, hands tightening on her arms behind her back. "Please... please Master, I'll be good, I swear, I swear..." She whined, still humping back against his cock, prodding her own asshole. He didn't press forward, didn't quite let her get him in yet. "I-I don't want her to hurt... I'll do anything you wish, Master. Please... please, fuck me Master, I'm your good girl, I'll be a good girl for you..!"

The words make the vibrations return, a soft and gentle sensation that was persistent. Karis was beginning to understand that it meant they would remain active so long as she met certain conditions. The more she pleased him, the better she would feel. His cock was going to test her hole, stretch her out more than the plugs had done previously. It was going to hurt, or at best be uncomfortable... but the reward for her submission would be worth it.

"I was hoping you would say that." Lorath said, bracing himself behind her. He gathered up her leash in his hand, until it was taut. He didn't pull, not yet, but was preparing to for later. "I want you to prove your submission to me, Pet. Fuck your ass on my cock. Do it like you mean it, like you really want it like the slut you really are."

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Lenore awakened to a shock through her piercings, crying out in alarm. Her dreams had been fitful, but arresting. It came as a surprise that she'd managed to sleep at all, given the delirium she'd endured. Such had been her desperation to cum again, no matter the risk, that she'd forgotten her exhaustion in her flight.

The shock didn't last long at all, but had been enough to startle her to wakefulness. Immediately, Lenore noticed that she was no longer bound. Her shoulders ached horribly, but her arms weren't trapped in an armbinder anymore. The gag had been removed, leaving her jaw aching, as well. She felt so strangely empty without that, as well without the plugs filling her other holes.

She was still naked, but had been covered in a warm blanket, the kind that travelers often used. A little coarse, but warm. The ground beneath her was hard, albeit covered by a bedroll. Her eyes took in her surroundings, noting that she was in a tent. And she wasn't alone.

A woman lay beside her, her face lightly scarred and hardened. She was awake, studying Lenore, and offered an amused smirk when their eyes met. "You alright, girly?" She asked, her accent thick with the northern provinces. "You'd been tossin' and turnin' all night long, I barely caught a wink, meself."

"Sorry..." Lenore replied dumbly, and felt embarrassed. The woman laughed at her, sitting up. The blanket fell from her shoulders, exposing her naked chest and toned abdomen.

"No matter." The woman said, stretching. "I slept enough. What's yer name, girly?"

"Lenore." She answered, looking around the tent. Freed of her bondage, she couldn't help but feel like she was still a little trapped. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"One at a time." The woman said, still smirking. She had an easy smile, as if everything was an amusement to her. She looked too hardened to be a noble or a merchant. "Me name's Mericka, but most jus' call me Rick. Yer in me camp. An' before ye ask, me boys found ye out in the woods, all trussed up and squirmin' like a bitch in heat. Imagine me surprise when I seen yer bonds."

Lenore's face burned with shame, and she finally looked away. She felt at a loss for words, now that she was faced with having to explain herself. It did come as some relief that she was in the company of a woman, and unbound, no less.

Mericka looked her over, then got up. Lenore noticed that she was a large woman, tall in stature, well-muscled. She began pulling on clothes. "Did ye escape?"

Lenore nodded, finding her voice. "In a... manner of speaking. I was set loose."

"Har!" Mericka barked a short laugh. "Like that? Really? I'd hardly call that freedom."

"I had a choice to make. It was the closest one to freedom I could have made." Lenore replied. "A cruel man. A slave trainer, by his admission. He has my friend still, but she was... in a far worse state than I when the choice was offered. She would not have made it far."

Mericka's smile finally faded, her face grim as she listened and understood Lenore's meaning. Dressed, she sat down beside Lenore. "A hard choice, that. Man sounds twisted." She looked aside at a covered pile in the corner of the tent. "Must be, by the looks o' the tools he used on ye."

Lenore followed her gaze, and shuddered. Part of her wasn't revolted at the sight of the covered pile.

Mericka raised a hand, reaching towards her, but hesitated. Lenore looked up at her, meeting her soft brown eyes. The hand fell on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze. "Yer safe now, girly. Lenore." She amended. "I ain't let me boys touch ye, they know better than that."

"Thank you." Lenore said, allowing herself to relax. "Thank you, Mericka. I was afraid of who might have found me. I had no choice but to take the risk."

Mericka nodded, as if understanding. "We ain't slavers, if that's on yer mind. Nor bandits. Mercs. Erm, sellswords, I think yer people call us."

Lenore relaxed further, letting out a relieved sigh. She could have cried then, she felt so relieved. "Gods, I hadn't dared to hope for as much."

"Yer safe with us." Mericka said again. "Ye have me word on that, and I ain't no oathbreaker. If'n me boys disrespect ye, they'll have me to contend with, and I ain't no damsel."

Lenore let out a soft laugh. "I could tell. If you hadn't been so open with me, I'd have taken you for a bandit, after all. Were you a soldier, once?"

Another bark of laughter. Lenore found that she liked this woman. "Me? No, but I've done some work fer Lendas, two years past. Mostly caravan duty fer us. We're twixt jobs now." She looked down at Lenore, the nature of her smile changing slightly.

Lenore looked down. She hadn't even noticed that she'd let the blanket drop. She didn't feel a need to cover herself, but blushed all the same. "I don't suppose you might have something I could wear, Mericka? I would like to thank the men who found me, but not like this."

Mericka bobbed her head. "Aye, just here. Yer a mite small fer me clothes, but ye looked about Brid's size. Ye can thank her later when ye see her." She leaned away from Lenore, pulling over a bundle of cloth and leather, offering it to her.

Lenore took it with a smile, inclining her head. "You are very kind, Mericka." She pushed the blanket away and sorted through the clothes so she could begin dressing. "How many are you, your company?"

"Thirty strong." Mericka said proudly. "Men 'n women both, from all 'cross the continent. Ye look strong, yerself. Soldier?"

Lenore shook her head, hesitating. She pulled a shirt on first before standing, half-turned from Mericka as she considered how much she should reveal about herself. "I am a Knight." She answered at length. "The doctrines of my Order demands that I repay your kindness, for the sake of my honor."

Mericka canted her head at Lenore, still half-lounging on the bedroll as she watched her dress. "Really, now? I may need time to think on how ye might repay me."

Lenore nodded. "Of course. Give me a blade, and I swear that I shall carry my weight among your company."

Mericka smirked. "I'll test ye on that, first." She said, finally rising once Lenore had finished dressing. "Might I ask ye something?"

"Yes?"

"Them piercings." Mericka prompted, gesturing to Lenore's breasts. "They looked new. Yer captor gave em, along with the rest of yer bindings?"

Lenore flushed, nodding. "Yes, he did. Before he... 'released' me."

"Me boys mentioned they were vibratin' when they found ye, makin' ye wild. That true?"

Her face was crimson with shame, but there was no use hiding it. Lenore nodded again.

"How's that work?" Mericka asked, curious. She didn't seem to be teasing or shaming Lenore, which set her at ease enough to answer.

"They, erm... are enchanted. Connected to the same that were placed upon my friend, who remains his captive. Whatever he does to her... I will feel, as well. It's what woke me, a shock that she must have felt."

Mericka's brow rose. "Really? The more I hear of this slaver, the more I wish to gut 'im."

"You are not the only one who feels that way, I promise you that." Lenore answered, relieved that she felt more fury towards Lorath now that she'd found herself in the company of more civilized people. "My friend was being tortured when your men found me. Tortured, and pleasured. I'm not exactly sure which, but it ended in more pleasure by the time I was found."

"Did it... bah, never mind. Not me business, ye've said enough. Ye must be hungry." Mericka said, changing the subject. "Come with me, I'll introduce ye around."

The mercenary turned for the flap, and Lenore moved to follow. Just as she reached the threshold, a sudden pulse touched her piercings, making her gasp in pleasure and nearly lose her footing. Mericka turned back, confusion and concern writ across her face.

"What is it?"

Lenore shook her head, stepping further into the tent. That single pulse made her wary. What was coming, next? Too embarrassed to admit the truth, she pressed on. "Nothing, just soreness. Being bound for so long has left me quite stiff."

Accepting her answer, Mericka opened the tent flap, waving Lenore out. It was bright outside, and beyond Lenore could see other tents scattered about in an orderly fashion, and the idle chatter of others within the camp.

The next pulse caught her as Mericka passed, waving her to follow. Lenore bit her lip and followed, masking the brief pleasure she felt. She could only hope that she could hold it together long enough to make a few introductions and get some food and water in her. That, and hope that Karis would be alright.

The camp wasn't ordered in neat rows, but it was organized in a way that worked for the mercenaries, granting them a compromise of privacy and mutual protection. Mericka's tent was only a little isolated, exposed on a single flank towards open ground. Lenore silently approved of that decision, reading something of the woman's tactical acumen in this seemingly innocuous choice.

There was a communal fire not too far, and it was there that Mericka led her. She motioned for Lenore to take a seat, moving off to gather some food. Another pulse teased Lenore before Mericka returned, providing a hunk of bread and a bowl of stew. She tore into the food immediately. A moment later the mercenary captain returned again with a large slab of a man, his face dented with scars and the evidence of a repeatedly broken nose.

"This 'ere is Roland. He an' Bartsen picked you up, but he carried you back to camp." Mericka introduced. "I've got some work to do, but he'll keep ye company for now."

Lenore set her food aside, wiping her lips to greet her apparent rescuer. "You have my thanks, Roland." She offered a hand to the big man, noting how he towered over her by at least a foot. "My name is Lenore."

"Lenore." Roland repeated, as if tasting the word. He smiled kindly, though any expression looked rough on his beaten features. His voice was a deep bass, like a distant rumble. He didn't take her hand, instead clasping her forearm in the manner of warriors, which came as a bit of a surprise. "Feeling better?"

Lenore's cheeks colored as she returned the embrace. He held it a moment longer than she anticipated. "Y-Yes, thank you. Though I was not exactly... unwell."

He laughed at that, releasing her forearm. "No, I guess not. Looked to me like you were doing very well."

Lenore's blush deepened, at a loss for words. Just then, another pulse of pleasure hit her unexpectedly. Somehow she managed to mask the moan with a soft gasp.

"I, erm, shouldn't tease. Rick wouldn't like that." Roland said by way of apology. "You escape a slaver?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes." Lenore answered hesitantly, desperately recovering her composure. "I would rather not elaborate on that."

Roland showed his hands. "I won't pry. Here, see?" He turned his right shoulder towards her, pushing up his sleeve. There was a brand there, old but unmistakable. "Can't say I suffered the same, but slavers are scum, no matter the variety." He spat off to the side. "I got out. Rick helped me get even."

Lenore raised a brow at that, surprised. "I can't say that I was, erm..." She trailed off, another pulse delivered from the piercings. "I was not held for long. I failed to save my friend, and my 'release' was little more than a taunt." Somehow, she kept her voice even.

Roland frowned at that, waving to the crude stool that Lenore had been sitting on before. He crouched beside the fire, tossing twigs into the flames. "Must hurt, that."

"It does." Lenore admitted. "I should not have tried alone. It was foolish, and I paid dearly for it."

Roland glanced aside at her, his face difficult to read. She didn't miss how his eyes roamed quickly before returning to the fire. Something in his demeanor seemed uncomfortable around her.

"Did you..." Lenore began, then shook her head. "Nevermind."

"What?" Roland asked, returning his attention to her.

"I barely remember being found, but I recall someone hitting me. Was that you?"

Roland shook his head. "No, that was Barsten. You were senseless, and... erm, hard to carry."

Another pulse, and Lenore couldn't help but squirm in place. Roland didn't seem to notice the cause, and she was beginning to doubt she could hide what was happening for long. She feared it was going to get worse very, very soon. "I-I understand." She managed to say, her embarrassment towards the topic working wonders to hide the truth of her predicament.

"Josef saw to it." Roland added. "No bruise or damage, but we felt bad about it. We could tell you needed help, in spite of your, ah, condition." He looked at her more closely, eyes narrowing. Lenore's heart quickened. Had he figured her out? She couldn't bear the embarrassment of having to admit what was happening!

Just as the thought hit her, she was given yet another pulse, not unlike the others. She couldn't help but gasp aloud this time, gripping the bench beneath her and squeezing her legs tight together.

Roland was at her side when it faded. "Come on, you should get back inside." He said, pulling her to her feet. "I heard it that time. The, erm... vibration."

Lenore wanted to resist, to protest, but he was speaking sense where she wanted to simply hide from it, wait for it to pass. She let him lead her back into Mericka's tent.

A vibration came to her, this one persistent. Something different was happening to Karis, no doubt, but she could only guess what it meant. At least there weren't any shocks this time. It was a low hum against her clit and nipples, but unlike the pulses, these were impossible to ignore.

"F-Fuck..." Lenore gasped, kneeling over Mericka's pallet, her back to the entrance of the tent. A shadow over the light behind her should have alerted her to Roland's observation, but the pleasure muddled her senses. Without thinking, she had a hand at her breast, the other straying towards her crotch...

"Are you alright?" Roland asked, his voice tinged with concern and something else. Lenore couldn't place it. His shadow moved before the flap closed completely, and she could feel his presence behind her. "What can I do?"

Lenore moaned softly, pulling her hands away and falling to all fours, trying to collect her wits. "I-I don't... fuck, I can't think..."

"Are you hurt?"

She shook her head, biting her lip. Another moan passed between her lips a moment later, and she arched slightly, loving the way the angle felt with her clit vibrating so pleasantly. "It... gods, it's so good..." Lenore all but purred, stretching her arms out before her, raising her ass higher. "S-So good..."

The vibrations ceased suddenly. Lenore gasped, catching her breath, and then they picked up again. It was different, now. Pulsing, but never stopping, the intensity rising and falling like small waves. Sometimes it felt as if the waves grew stronger, but the intensity was more than before.

Lenore didn't noticed the flap open again, was unaware that Roland had left her. The pleasure clouded all sense, and it was all she could do to remain as she was. Her legs shook, no longer wishing to support her. She didn't want to stop feeling good, could feel an orgasm edging closer and closer with the crest of each wave.

Feeling hot, she pulled the shirt off. It wasn't enough, and she pushed her pants down to her ankles, rolling onto her back to spread her legs. A hand went straight to her nethers, finding herself wet. She pressed two fingers against her pierced clit, and the pleasure intensified with the added pressure. Lenore moaned aloud, head falling back and back arching.

The waves crashed harder and harder. There was motion outside the tent. She didn't notice, couldn't bring her attention away from the pleasure. Lenore gyrated her hips, matching the rhythm of the vibrations, fingering her clit in tandem with each wave.

Someone entered. There was a surprised murmur of excitement, hushed words, and the tent fell back into gloom. Lenore didn't even open her eyes until she felt a hand caress her cheek.

"Lenore? Lookit me girlie, tha's it." Mericka said, turning her face towards the mercenary. Lenore was panting like a bitch in heat, couldn't bring herself to stop masturbating in front of this stranger, this savior. "You alright?"

Lenore nodded with a moan, trying to tilt her head back again. Mericka pulled her back around. "So... mmnnh, gooood..."

"Focus on me." Mericka said, concern creeping into her voice. "Need yer wits about ye."