Spying on her Father

"I spied on Father" Adriana admits her skin turning a deeper shade of red. "Mother had workmen make a peep hole one time when Father was gone on a business trip. You have to crawl through a passage over Niki's room but it looks down into the room over there. Whenever Mother was gone and my father summoned a **** to his chamber I'd sneak through her room and watch him use her.” Adriana points to the ceiling on the side of the room. "You can't see much of what happens on the bed because of the canopy but Father liked his slaves to suck him while he stood on the bull." Indicating the mosaic that dominated the center of the floor.

Getting to her feet she takes your hand in hers and pulls you to the center of the room. "He would have them mouth him here, and he liked to chain them here." Moving to the foot of the bed she stood with her arms and legs stretched to the rings in the four corners of the massive bed posts. You cannot help but admire her athletic form. Her position makes her legs look even longer and the muscles on her back and shoulders ripple as she clenches her fists and pretends to pull against the imaginary chains stretching her open.

“Don’t move.” You tell her as you move to her father’s cabinet and take out several loops of chain before moving behind her. Adriana says nothing as she watches you retrieve the chains but her breathing becomes more rapid; from fear or excitement or probably a mixture of the two. She gasps as you drape the loops the chains around her neck and the cold links settle between her breasts rattling as the chain press against her. Using the clasps on the bands around her wrists it takes only seconds to fasten the chains and string them through the iron rings, another set of fasteners let you adjust the length of the chains just as easily. With both her arms truly secured now Adriana’s hands grips the chain and she uses all her strength to test the chains. Only the sounds of her heavy breathing and the rustling of the chain break the silence as you remove the remaining two chain necklaces and kneel by her feet.

Lord Attenotis surely has matching ankle rings somewhere in his cabinet of toys, but you just loop each chain several times around her slim calves and tie them with a loose knot. The slack that was left in her arms disappears as you pull her feet to the corner rings and her body drops several inches. Standing you admire your handiwork. She is stretched tightly in every direction the only movement left to her is a slight shifting of her core. Adriana tries to look over her shoulder at you, but her loose hair has fallen over her face and obscures her sight. Moving close behind her you gently collect her hair until you have one thick pony tail in your left hand. Adriana’s eyes are wild and her breathing ragged as you use her hair to pull her head back and capture her lips with yours.

“Is this how he chained his slaves?” You ask her when you finally lift your mouth from hers.

“Ohhh Yeesss” Adriana moans as your right hand curves around her torso and cups her full left breast and strokes her hard nipple with its thumb. “But I don’t think his slaves felt the same pleasures as yours feels.”

“So you like the feeling of being chained?” You know she does, her response is undeniable. Dropping her hair your other hand slides over the chain belt that is still wrapped around her waist and finds the wet slit beneath. With her legs pulled wide apart every tuck and fold lies open like the petals of an orchid in full bloom. As your fingers spread the beads of moisture over these petals she cries out in response."

“I do, Oh goddess I’m going to die with pleasure.” Her hips buck against your fingers trying to find release as she continues. “One time when all my family was away I slipped into Father's room and wrapped my arms and legs in these chains and read some of his collection of stories.” She says pointing to the open cabinet.

“There is one about a barbarian warrior and his men who overrun a Temple of Artemis run by proud priestesses and their acolytes. One by one the captured priestesses and acolytes are ravaged by the barbarian, his teenage son and their band.” It sounds similar to the story you saw, Lord Attenotis clearly had a preferred genre. “The acolytes were all young teens and they are passed around among the common men their virgin bodies used in every possible way, but the priestesses are each chained to the altar of Artemis and the barbarian and his son take turns using their massive cocks to shatter their priestess's maidenheads so the women’s own blood desecrates the altar.” You definitely need to take these scrolls with you when you leave, there is a strong market for these in the barracks, especially if they are illustrated.

“Go on” you prompt her as she has stopped speaking and is moaning softly as you stroke her. “Are the women rescued?”

“Oh no! By the end of the scroll all but the proud head priestess have renounced their allegiance to the Huntress and have been given to the waiting men learning to please man after brutal man.” Adriana’s body is quivering all over and her round ass is bumping against your thighs as she tries to find release. "The climax is when it is the head priestess’ turn. Like the others, the High Priestess had been sworn to chastity in the service of the Huntress, but that is taken from her by both men at the same time. Her chained body is first pierced from the rear by the powerful young son and then before she can even adjust to the shaft that violated her ass the barbarian lord splits her sacred womb with his massive phallus and pounds her until even she finally surrenders to him and renounces Artemis.”

Adriana is ready to explode and so are you. Releasing her wrist you push the dark--haired teen forward so her ass is draped over the end of the bed spread wide by the chains still holding her ankles.

"Goddess!!" She pants in desire as she squirms on the bed before you. "I want you to take me again." She tells you more seriously than you have heard her speak up until now. "I want you to take me anyway you like this time. I want to use me for your pleasure, don't even think about pleasing me."