Her taming continues.

Before daybreak, the two of them stood on the battlements of the camp walls, as the troops marched under them. The Captain watched them with mild disinterest, while keeping a much more attentive eye on his bodyguard.

The Blade's face was tight, watching silently as the three masses of men and horses break formation, headed for their respective targets. She drew a short breath and glared sideways at her captor, fuming that it was because of him, and her own failure, that those senseless deaths could have been avoided.

He merely smirked at her, knowing exactly the shape of her scowl under her mask, before telling her what he had planned for her today.

If anyone were paying close attention, they would have noticed that the Captain's bodyguard was standing unusually close to him as he did his rounds this morning again. So close in fact that she was under his cloak. Even more curiously, that he was using his non-dominant hand to direct things. Those that he spoke to gave him their full attention, and avoided looking directly at her, given her intense gaze that seemed to pierce right through them.

What they weren't seeing or were blatantly ignoring, was his hand on her ass, with his finger toying with her ring, and her expression was her trying not to make a sound. Right now he was speaking to a corporal regarding the report he received yesterday. His face was stone and his tone neutral, but behind her back, his finger teased and pulled back the tight skin of her orifice in all directions. She was still feeling the effects of the herb overdose from yesterday, so she was even more aware of the minute changes in pressure as he prodded and rubbed at it.

Soon after, they were talking to the stable master, and this when he decided to breach into her opening, with just his first knuckle. She grimaced behind her mask and stood a little straighter as a jolt ran up her spine. Seemingly sensing her distress, a horse nearby whinnied loudly in protest, but all that did was make everyone look in it's direction, which gave the Captain the perfect opportunity to go in one knuckle deeper. A squeak escaped from the Blade's throat, when he started moving his finger around inside her, seeking out the spots where she felt it most.

Their final stop this morning was the training square, where the platoons were going through their drills. Standing off to the side, the Captain watched on with a critical eye, pointing out any sloppy technique and slacking troops to the sergeants, who promptly screamed at/corrected them, while pumping and curling his finger in the Blade's hole. By now, her endurance was failing and the constant stimulation had been feeling good. Her rectum started to squeeze and clench around the intruding digit the way he had trained it to, and under the cover of the screaming, stomping, and grunts of effort, she whimpered as quietly as she could. The Captain's expression didn't change at all, but he let her know that he heard her by pressing his finger so firmly against her wall, that she had to take a step back from the pressure and pleasure.

But when they entered into the relative privacy of his command tent, she was immediately bent over his desk. Shoving her head onto it, he leaned down and growled in her ear, "Well done keeping it all under control," before shoving in another finger into her now soft and well prepared hole. They rubbed and wriggled all over her walls and she squirmed under his grasp, on the peak of her climax from being teased there all morning. "Do it for me. Now," he commanded.

Her eyes were shut tight and she gnashed her teeth together, trying to deny him, but her body obeyed, even without the collar's magic. Her entire body shook and shivered on his desk, and her hole squeezed tightly around his fingers. Dropping her head, she hissed and panted through her mask, filling up with so much shame and anger from being made to climax from such a place again.

But even after all these times, it was still so good...

The secrecy, the deception, the risk of discovery, the agonizingly slow build up, the retreat to safety, and the satisfaction of success. It was almost like when she was an assassin again. As she twitched upon the desk, her mind started to consider things in ways she hadn't before.

Coming away from her, the Captain swallowed hard. Seeing her laying there on his desk, trembling from pleasure, with her puckering asshole more than ready to receive him, and the slit under it, dripping with honey, excited him more than he would have imagined. His cock throbbed angrily, just waiting to be unleashed from his trousers, and plunged into her depths. But he took slow breaths instead. He had to restrain himself. He could feel it.

She was close to breaking.

Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon. Very soon.

All he had to do, was hold out.

The small mountain of papers his aides had laid out for him took all afternoon to go through, but fortunately for the Blade, her services as her own people's executioner was not required.

Pushing himself away from his desk, the Captain shook his wrist loose and rolled his neck around. It cracked loudly and he growled lowly, before reaching up and rubbing the back of it.

For reasons unknown to her, the Blade felt the urge to go and massage his neck and shoulders to alleviate his discomfort, but she shook her head and cast that away, reminding herself that if she ever found herself in that position, and the chance presented itself, that all she needed to do was snap his neck and be free from him forever. Blind to her internal conflict, the Captain poked his head outside his tent for just a moment, gave orders to one of his guards, before coming back around his desk and sitting heavily in his chair.

A short while later, he was leaning back as far as he could, letting the heat of the bath take away the worst of his day's worries, while the Blade guarded him, standing between him and the entrance. Her nose started to twitch and sting slightly as she slowly became aware that she was in a cocoon of the collective smells of her sweat and other liquids, the wet leather of her armor, and whatever funk that her cloak had picked up. That sudden self-awareness made her sniff loudly, and she let out a disgusted groan, when she heard her captor call her. Trudging over, she looked down at him, but couldn't help but keep going, eyeing the map of scars on his arms and shoulders, the rest of his body hidden behind the walls of the bath.

Snapping his fingers to bring her attention back to his face, he merely said, "Strip." before resting his arm on the rim of the bath.

Her head turned to the side, giving a worried look over her shoulder that someone might come in, but her body moved as instructed. Her sword clattered on the floor, which was then quickly followed by the soft flumph of her cloak. Her face started to grow warm, from the steam of the bath she decided, as she pulled at the knots behind her back. Her armor dropped in a heap at her feet, and a slight shiver reverberated throughout her body as she felt his eyes drink in her naked form.

His eyebrow raised and he twirled his finger in the air. Obediently, she slowly turned in place. Her face was burning from shame, embarrassment, and worry that behind her, more humans had arrived. It was already bad enough that he had seen her like this, but if it was just him, that made it less bad... somehow. Fortunately, there was no one there when she came around full circle, but there was an appreciative lift at the corner of his lip.

He stood up quickly, and her eyes immediately focused on his turgid cock, dripping wet as he stepped out of the bath. There was a soft swallow of anticipation as she prepared herself mentally for him to **** her with it, but a sudden deluge of hot water drenching her head caused her to gasp loudly. Sputtering, she shook her head and found a stool slide in in front of her. "Sit," the Captain ordered, dropping the pail into the bath and reaching across it for the brush.

For the next few minutes, the Blade sat awkwardly as he scrubbed her clean very thoroughly. As she endured the annoyance of being treated like a young one, she noticed that if it wasn't in her vision, his half-hard prick was usually lingering either on or near her skin, so she could feel his heat coming off of it. Whenever he returned with something or other in his hands, he would always approach her from the front, with his cock leading the way. She watched it bounce and sway with every step, and her lips would part slightly, as if she was just waiting for him to shove it into her mouth. But oddly, she caught herself being disappointed that he never did.

Once he was satisfied, he knelt down next to her, and with an honest smile, said very plainly, "I have an assignment for you, and I think you'll like it very much."