Enjoy the view...

The Marquis’ widow convulsed, pulling hard on your expert knotwork, trying to free herself from the remnants of her own skirt. She rolled over, so she was face down on the carpet and began to rub her breasts against the scratchy material, humping the floor, trying desperately to get herself off. You sat down in a chair, enjoying the view of the frozen Baroness and the struggling Marchioness. You can hear **** whimpering coming from under the gag, as her efforts to rub herself off fail. “Come here and I’ll help you, slut,” you commanded in the tone of one offering an indulgence to a pet.

She pulled her legs forward, shoving her ass into the air, regretfully pulling her cunt away from the rough shag of the carpet, she writhed her way forward, towards you. When she was finally almost there, you grabbed her by her hair and lifted her off the ground, onto your lap. “Now,” she ground her cunt against your armored thigh, and you lifted her higher, provoking a moan of disappointment and pain, which you could hear through the leather gagging her. “are you ready to be a good girl?”

She nodded so vigorously, her braid bounced off your helmet. “Good,” you released her and she fell into your lap. You bent her over it, like you intended to spank her, before drawing the dagger you’d threatened her with out of its sheath and placed the hilt just inside the lips of her cunt. She screamed and begged you to fuck her, use her, anything, just so long as you get her off. She obeys your command to be quiet, after you threaten not to fuck her with your dagger. You shoved the hilt in until the crossbar hit her clit and the spot between her cunt and ass at the same time, provoking moans and your removal of the gag and a single question: “What were those commands?”

She whispered them to you, between moans of ecstasy, as you twisted the hilt, this way and that, giving pleasure with the sharp-edged instrument of ****. When you had them all, and she’d soaked your lap with her juices, you gagged her again, despite her continued efforts to hump you and you stood up, dropping her on the ground. A few sharp words and the Baroness stood up and walked over to her arch-rival and, obedient to your commands…