A submissive ride

Teysa's backside flared with pain. The handle of the whip was cruelly prying her ass open, and it scraped uncomfortably against her delicate insides as the Empress thrust. Teysa clenched her butt as tightly as she dared, trying desperately to keep it inside. She didn't know what the Empress would do to her if she lost her "tail," but she had no doubt that the madwoman would do something. Her captor clearly took the rules of her little games very seriously.

All the while, the Empress's toy was pounding away at Teysa's tight tunnel. The leather straps ground painfully into her cunny as the drow's hips bucked against hers. Teysa could feel the glass phallus deep inside her. It was not perfectly smooth; its surface was beaded with rough little bubbles that rubbed her vaginal walls. A tiny moan escaped her lips as the Empress pounded away. Despite her terror-- or perhaps because of it-- Teysa could feel her arousal growing. She cursed her body's betrayal inwardly. Her jaw was growing number as the Empress ground her face into the marble table, and her arms stretched painfully behind her, but she could feel the invading shaft grow slick with her juices. The Empress could feel it, too. She let out a brittle cackle and slapped Teysa's abused ass. "Your cunt is sopping, you little minx. I should have figured that a slut like you would enjoy this. You love it, don't you?" When Teysa didn't reply, the Empress struck her again. "I said, you love it, don't you?! Answer me when I speak to you, whore!"

The edge of madness had crept into her voice again. Teysa swallowed hard. For Aliara. I have to be strong for Aliara. I can't escape and free her if this lunatic kills me. "Y-yes," she stammered in a voice whose meekness surprised her.

"Yes what?" the Empress called out from overhead. Without relenting in her ceaseless ****, she bent over and curled her fingers around Teysa's throat. The paladin could feel rings digging painfully into her windpipe and struggled for breath. Great Agamor, she's strong. "Y-yes, I love it."

"You will address me as Mistress! Speak with respect!" The drow's fingers tightened around Teysa's throat, and spots began to dance in her vision. Desperately Teysa choked out , "Yes, mistress, I... love... it..." Her vision tunneled and she knew that if that didn't satisfy the Empress, she'd never get another chance. However, she felt the pressure around her neck abate and the drow leaned back satisfied. Teysa gulped in great quantities of air in **** relief. Her last inhale dissolved in a coughing fit that shook her whole body. To her shock, she felt the same hand that had just before been **** the life out of her stroke her back with surprising tenderness.

"I know you love it. I love you too, do you know that? I love my pets. I will take... urgh, take care of you..."

The Empress's breathing was growing faster and more shallow. With each thrust, the toy strapped to her waist was moving around inside her, stimulating her even as it violated Teysa. Her thrusts became sharper and harder. Teysa could feel the wide tip of the toy battering at the entrance to her womb. Unlike the ovipositor, it couldn't penetrate her most intimate place, and she felt a measure of relief at that. The ceaseless **** was bruising, though, and each blow knocked the wind out of her. Her own arousal was gone. All that was left was to grimly bear the pummeling with all the grace she could muster.

Fortunately, the Empress seemed close to her own climax. She gripped Teysa's hips in her hands and pulled as she thrust, as though she was trying to bury herself as deeply as possible in the paladin's body. Teysa groaned every time the Empress bottomed out and focused on keeping her butt cheeks together. She closed her eyes and felt the cool marble against her face. It felt damp beneath her, though if that was from tears or sweat she could not tell.

Behind her, the Empress gave one last shuddering thrust and let out a noise that was part moan, part growl. "UUUUUUUUUURrrrrrrrrgggggggghh!" She swayed on her feet, then stepped backward, allowing her toy to slide out from between Teysa's pussy lips. The sudden emptiness in her quim felt strange, and Teysa could feel a dull ache deep inside her that knew would be a painful bruise tomorrow. The drow grabbed a fistful of the whip and yanked. With a wet schlurp the handle popped free from Teysa's abused rectum. She yelped at the sting as it slid out, then shivered as she felt cool air blowing across her gaping holes. Her entire body from the hips down was one big bruise, her face was numb, and her arms sore, but she was alive and the Empress was seemingly satisfied.

The drow walked around to the front of the table and bent down to inspect Teysa. She had removed her harness and one hand was between her legs. Two ebony fingers were buried in her sex to the second knuckle. Removing them, she held her hand in front of Teysa's face and waved it back and forth like a hypnotist's watch. Her fingers were shiny and slick.

"You were a good horsie today. Good horsies get snacks. Are you hungry, girl?" She brought her two freshly moistened fingers to within an inch of Teysa's face. The paladin could smell the musk rising from them and wrinkled her nose. Still, she knew better than to disobey. The fires of the Empress's insanity were banked now, but they could roar back into life at any time. Teysa simply opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

The Empress's fingers filled Teysa's mouth, and the drow rubbed them across her captive's tongue. Teysa recoiled inwardly but **** herself to lick her tormentor's hand. Her stomach growled, eliciting a giggle from the Empress that sounded as light and innocent as a child's. "Dear me, it seems my horsie's starving after that ride! Well, I've got something for you to snack on." Withdrawing her hand, she vaulted lightly onto the table and got down on her hands and knees, facing in the same direction as Teysa. She arched her back and thrust her hips out behind her, nestling Teysa's face between her ass cheeks. In between the cheeks, Teysa could see her sphincter clenching, a ring of muscle as black as the rest of her. The empress reached back with one hand to pry her own butt cheeks apart and wiggled her hips back and forth, grinding Teysa's face into her cleft. "Go on, then, horsie. Here's your snack. Make sure you use plenty of tongue!"