"You have to do whatever I want."

Huh? What? Come again? You’re sure you must have misheard or something, but Jas isn’t saying anything. She isn’t even looking at you. Instead, she’s fumbling with Blythe’s cloak, which she’s had sitting in a bundle next to her this whole time.

Likely catching onto your confusion, she gasps and looks your way again. “W-within reason, of course! It would be wrong to… take things too far…” One of her hands sneaks down between her legs and she looks off to the side for a moment. “Don’t… think too hard about this, okay?” she says before moving over to your bed and taking hold of your hand. Then, without another word, she slowly raises your hand to her breast. She then does the same with your other hand. You push against her chest experimentally, and she leans into your hands. Emboldened, you start massaging her tits through her shirt, a practice which busts several of the buttons which were still desperately holding on. Jas goes ahead and removed her shirt to give you better access, but she doesn’t remove her bra{if game_win <2} or tights{endif}, much to your disappointment. “A lot of bad men did… terrible things to me in the past,” she says. “It changed me, somehow. Made me feel things… people shouldn’t feel. Ever since you walked into my inn, with two strong and beautiful women willing to stick up for you, I’ve wondered what kind of man you are. Last night, after what happened at the tavern, I was… confused. I decided to write you that letter — to let that be the end of it. But then you pulled that stunt at the Guild.”

She grabs your wrists and pulls you off of her long enough to {if game_win < 2}strip down to her underwear{else}let that sink in{endif}. When she releases you, you happily go back to work on her massive mammaries. Your ministrations are awarded by Jas’s face twisting in pleasure, and her occasionally letting a moan escape her lips. In between moans, she tries to carry on talking. “You had — mmmh — nothing to gain by healing me, but you — aah! — you did it any way. Then we talked at the tavern again, and I got to thinking… maybe you aren’t a bad man after all. I—” She doesn’t finish that though, her eyes suddenly going wide before she dives into you. Now laying on the bed with her over the top of you, Jas mashes her lips onto yours for a rather forceful kiss. You return the kiss with a more measured passion, making sure to resume your titty massage at the same time. “You’re…” Jas says into your mouth, “so fucking good with your hands. It never felt this good before.” In the heat of the moment, you trace one of your hands down her stomach until it reaches the hem of her panties.

Suddenly, you feel a crushing sense of dread that freezes you in place. Jas stares daggers at you, her surprisingly strong arms and legs feeling like they’re ready to beat the living shit out of you, until you lower both of your hands to your sides. Shit. I crossed a line, you think. She then gets up, crosses over to the other bed, and picks up Blythe’s bundled up cloak. You think she’s about to toss it at you, grab her clothes, and leave, but she doesn’t. Instead, she unfolds the bundled cloak and removes something that was hidden inside.

“What I’m about to ask you to do…” she says with her back turned. “It doesn’t leave this room, understand?” As if any of the stuff leading up to this would? Jas turns around, revealing that the item in her hands is a coil of rope. “I… want you to tie me up.”

Fuck me. I don’t have a lot of experience with tying people up, but I’m sure as hell not going to let that stop me. You nod and take the rope from her. You have Jas go stand by the window, then get up behind her and start with a simple tying of the hands behind her back. From there, you have her go down on her knees and bind her wrists to her ankles. At this point, your amateurish knot-tying uses up too much rope to go any further, so you turn her around and consider your next move. Your eyes are drawn down to the cups of cloth still trying to hide her breasts from you. With one hand on her cheek, you lean in to kiss her again as your other hand deftly unclasps the front of her bra, leaving the garment to hang under her bound arms. She yelps into your mouth at the move, but the sound quickly turns to a moan as you knead the flesh of her massive mammaries. You use both hands on the funbags for a while, then leave her by the window to go sit on the bed again. As she tugs at her bonds, she seems to go into her own world, breathing heavy and staring into nothing. You take this time to admire the sway of her tits as her chest rises and falls with her breath.

After a few minutes of silent struggle, she seems to notice your presence again. “…call me a bitch…”

You’re not even fazed at this point. In fact, you find the situation kind of funny now. Might as well go all-in here.

“What do you think gives you the right to order me around, huh?” you say. Then, before her surprise wears off, you add, “Little Bunny Bitch.” Jas’s motor is really running now, a fact proven by the dark spot slowly expanding on her panties. Deciding to get a bit more aggressive, you cross over to her, grab a fistful of her hair, and drag her back to the bed. She screams as you go, unable to put up any resistance with her arms and legs bound. After lifting her up onto the bed, you slip her useless, dangling bra out from under her arms, ball it up as best you can, and stuff it into her mouth. With her screams now muffled, you start playing with her breasts again. “Who knew that the upstanding innkeeper Jas Evergreen was really a perverted bitch?” A line of drool runs down her chin as she stares into your eyes as if possessed. You pinch her nipple hard, causing her to squeal. “Do the female employees you’re so proud of know about this side of you?” Jas responds with gagged nonsense and a shake of the head. “No? Well that’s not good. Good little Bunny Bitches are honest with each other, aren’t they?” You’re not really sure where this is coming from; you would never talk this way to Blythe or Lia. Well, you think, I might if they asked me to.

“I think you need to learn how to be more honest,” you say, continuing to tap into whatever part of you is holding the reins right now. You raise your hand up, waiting for Jas to follow it with her eyes. When she does, you bring it down swiftly across her breast, making a loud slapping sound that resonates throughout the room. Jas shrieks from the pain, then glues her eyes to her jiggling breast as it settles. “Your punishment has only gotten started, Little Bunny Bitch. When I’m through with you, you won’t be able to hide your true self from those girls anymore. I’m going to beat these milk sacks until they glow, and you’re going to love every second of it.”

And so you do. For the next half-hour, you punish Jas’s breasts without pause. After that, you untie her and do the same to her ass. Somewhere along the way, her bra-gag falls out of her mouth, but all that escapes her lips at this point are moans of pain and pleasure. Once you’re done with her, you lay her into the bed. She puts up a mild resistance to you putting her to bed, but you easily subdue her, dazed as she still is by the euphoria of what you just put her through. A few minutes is all it takes for her to fall asleep.