She keeps looking at him with defiance. "I'm not going to beg. Do as you will." He feels her juices coat his cock as he rubs.
The duchess tilts her head slightly. "I... thank you for the compliment, your grace. Dresses like these are all the rage in Paris right now." She's silent for a moment, her expression stil blank. "Fine. Assuming I knew what you were talking about, where would we go from there?"
"I'd be lying if it was said where I planned to be when coming here...but it's not all so bad." Her emotions when it came to the Guardian ranged mostly from distaste to arousal or a weird combination of both. She still couldn't say she developed a lot of personal like for him, though her opinion did somewhat soften from where it was originally. "It will be better when there's a proper place of my own, however. We'll just to go with things as they come. We should get going."
Ophelia kept thrusting, gradually slowing down as the maid's body thrashed in orgasmic bliss. Once Felina came down from the heights of pleasure Ophelia pulled out and made her way to the bed, picking up the dildo she had left there earlier. Going back to the table she slowly inserted it inside the maid's ass, then moved away and gave her a bit of time to catch her breath. “I'm happy to see you enjoyed yourself, my dear. But you're not done yet - I still haven't cum... Now come and clean my 'manhood', then I'll tell you what to do next.” She knew exactly what she wanted, and just thinking about it would have gotten her wet if she wasn't already.
"Sure." Olga walks back down with Larisa. On the way, a young, handsome blonde knight sees the women, smiling brightly at them as he passes. Olga smiles back, going red.
'Well, damn,' Angelo said, seeing that jumping to the next room wasn't an option. He turned back to the door, 'The door isn't locked, so... we'd just need something to press in the latch with the handle broken off.' He unsheated the seax he had retrieved, and tried if it could fit between the door and frame.
"Haaah.... that was... dangerous." Allune replied through heavy breaths, "What if someone else entered the bathroom?" She added, as she slowly got herself together. "Uunh... I think I'm clean enough." She sighed, rinsing herself clean one last time. Before getting out of the tub, drying herself, then putting on her clothes. Then, with a blush on her face. Allune leaves, rushing back to her room.
"Have you two...?" Larisa didn't really try to pry in her sister's business, though the thought had to cross her mind.
"Then I hope that the Paris fashion spreads through the world, my duchess." Arne smiled. "Ah... and that's why I like you, Duchess Louise of Brittany. 'Assuming' the things will go as I... we suspect, we will have three ways we can proceed." Arne raised his fist, then straightened his index finger. "The first one is the usual one. You are taken to the dungeon, tortured, raped until you tell us everything we want to know, and then, you will be raped and tortured some more. After that, you will be executed as a traitor to the nation." He straight the second finger. "Normally that would be it, but you must have impressed the duke of Orleans, because he wants you to be trained a submissive slave and delivered to him. You wouldn't be arrested, only fucked and tortured into compliance - and compliant you would become, I guarantee that to you. What he would do with you after he used you, I wouldn't know." He chuckled as he rose the third finger. "And finally the third option. You would agree to be mine slave in all but name. Of course, you would write a confession - not for usage but as a... safeguard, if you ever decided to rebel. You then would write a document in which you relinquish all of your titles and claims and dedicate your life to the church. Basically, you would be a nun in my employment. When that would be done, I will fuck you and play with you for some time here. Then you will be stripped naked, and tied to a pole on one of the carts and paraded around the city as a rebel. After that we will return to my quarters and your service to me would begin... and make no mistake, you will be working not only with your mind, but also quite often with your body." Arne would have to call some debts to make it happen - thankfully, the Cardinal owed him. "Basically, whatever you will choose, you will be fucked and tortured - the only question is what would happen after... Assuming, of course." Arne chuckled. "Can you tell me, why would Duke of Orleans be interested in you?"
“Good girl. Now,” Ophelia removed the strap-on and dropped it on the floor, then bent over the table, taking the maid's place “I want your tongue in my butt.” She demanded. Over the last few weeks Ophelia had discovered that she quite enjoyed getting her ass reamed by Felina. What's more, she had soon found out that she very much enjoyed fantasizing about other women giving her a rimjob. Usually it was her sister Adriana she imagined in her fantasies, but sometimes it was Adela instead, and a couple of times it had been her own mother. That last one had made Ophelia feel both very embarrassed and extremely aroused, cumming hard both times. But in this case she was not going to fantasize about anyone other than Felina.
The blade snaps, but so does the lock, allowing the door to swing open. The thief looks at Angelo. "Thanks. I hope you're a man of your word."
"Ha, that's part of the fun." Ignatia grins as Allune runs off. In her new room, she finds momentary peace, by herself in the one bedroom chamber.
Olga shakes her head. "No, he's one of the newcomers. We haven't spoken much yet, it's just, he's really attractive, don't you think?" She sighs. "Not that he'd be interested in me."
Once in her room, Allune quickly jumps on her bed. Missing the feel of a mattres after their long journey. She closes her eyes to rest for a bit...
Louise inhales deeply, and Arne even catches her biting her lip as he describes the idea of her being raped, but she doesn't relent quite yet. "And if instead, I were to call my guards in here to cut your head off and dump your corpse in the river?" She looks into his eyes.
Felina's tongue finds its way to Ophela's ass, skillfully licking around the rim before penetrating to explore deeper inside. Felina grips Ophelia's thighs as she continues to lick.
Angelo groaned, he picked up the snapped blade of the knife and looked at the thief, 'I am, you won't have to worry about that. But you owe me a knife. Do you have a name? "Thief" is getting tiresome. I'm Angelo by the way.'
“He’s...not unattractive.” She didn’t really have much to say about it other than noting her sister’s reaction. “I’m sure if you just showed a little interest, he’d jump at the chance to.” She couldn’t be sure if the guy was to her personal tastes or even if he wouldn’t end up a problem later yet, but she was overall content to leave Olga to her own devices until given a reason to.
Arne doesn't react to the threat in any visible way. "Oh, you can do that. You might even succeed - in the short term." He shrugs."In the long term, you are doomed to fail. I have cut off all the support you could mount when your opponents will come for you - and come they will. We both know it's just a question of time." He waves as if that was a fact done... which it was. "But we both know that is not what you desire." He smirked as he continued ogling her, then said in a firm commanding and intimidating voice. "Now, before we continue, be an obedient slut and lower the hem of your dress, so to free those large tits."
