"I have to do whatever you 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. Is that supposed to mean sex is off-limits? What else do you expect me to want to do, you think, when you’re sitting there in nothing but your underwear? Then her eyes come darting back. “And it’s just for tonight!” Her free hand shoots out to point in your face for emphasis. However, the quick motion has the side effect of sending her bra-clad tits jiggling all over the place, which makes her yelp and retract her arm in order to stabilize the things.

Jas Evergreen, the bitchy innkeeper turned bad-ass adventurer, is now sitting before you, on a bed, in nothing but her underwear, sheepishly covering her sexy bits and offering herself to you. In a limited capacity. For one night. What the hell do I do? If the already fully hard shaft desperately trying to escape your pants could have its way, you’d be pushing her down onto the bed and taking her right here and now. You’d be exploring every nook and cranny of hers, inside and out, as she moaned her pleasure into your chest. You’d be finding fun ways to punish her for her initial attitude toward you. If only you knew her limits, you might still be able to do some of that.

Fuck it, you think{if game_lose < 2} while removing your shoes{endif}, there’s an easy solution for this.

You smoothly move to join Jas on the far bed. Then, you place a hand on each of her bare shoulders. Staring directly into her face, her lips start to quiver and her eyes don’t know where to look. “Let me do whatever I want to you,” you say. “If you really want me to stop at any point, say the word ‘red,’ understand?” At the mention of a safe word, she regains her composure long enough to give you an affirmative nod. With that established, you push her gently down onto the bed and position yourself on top of her. Her sandy blonde hair splays out in every direction, and her rabbit-like ears arc upwards, as if calling you toward her face. You choose to answer the call by leaning down to plant your lips onto hers.

She’s too busy trembling to respond to the kiss at first, so you rub her shaking shoulders tenderly to help her calm down. At some point, the shaking stops and Jas’s whole body relaxes. Once that happens, she finally starts returning the kiss. However, you tease her by pulling away as soon as she joins in. You end up delighted by the sight of her head plopping back down to the mattress, having risen up a few inches to try to stop you from breaking the kiss.

“Easy there, tiger,” you say, starting to run your hands down her arms. “We’re just getting started.” The smooth skin of her arms is enchanting, though hidden within the appendages you can sense the raw, physical strength of a hardened adventurer. This woman is strong, much stronger than anyone in your party, and it hardly shows at all on the surface. “Now, what should I do with you?” Your caresses shift from her arms to her big, juicy thighs. They, too, hide an immense power beneath a surface of pure sexiness.

“Um,” she says, her eyes half-lidded now that she has calmed down. “I, uh… brought something you could use… if you want.” She looks toward Blythe’s cloak as she speaks. Curious, you grab the bundled up garment and find that there’s something inside. It takes some doing to unwrap the item, but it turns out to be a coil of rope. “I’ve been… bad,” she says, eyes looking anywhere but in your direction. “You c-could tie me up… as a punishment…?” The almost hopeful tone at the end is suspicious, but you decide to play along anyway. If it turns out that getting me to tie her up was what she wanted all along, you think, then so be it. I’ll be more than happy to oblige.

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, before sending one southward. You’re just about to snake your fingers beneath her panties when she breaks the kiss and says the magic word: “R-red.” True to your word, you take your fondling no further and 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. Aren’t you supposed to do what I want?

“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.