The Bound Baroness was too tempting...

After a regretful glance at her bare breasts, you gagged the Marquis’ wife with her own belt and ripped her skirt in half, binding her hands and feet with her only clothing (leaving her naked, revealing a well shaven bush and powerful legs). You could have fucked her, but as she wasn’t one of the Bound, there were risks to that, risks you weren’t willing to take when you had a warm and willing (sorta) woman inches away. You went looking for the key to the Baroness’ manacles (you might have been able to pick the lock, but the last time you tried that, you’d accidentally broken off the lock-pick inside the lock and it had turned into a whole big thing). The keys were on a table by the Marquis’ corpse. You collected them then paused, deciding you preferred to fuck her as she was, as if you were her master, rather than her rescuer.

With practice grace, you undid the flap in your armor that protected your cock and let it flop out. The Baroness’ blue eyes locked onto it, as you swaggered over, cock swinging in the slight breeze, to where she stood, bent over before the fire, blonde hair brushing the ground, becoming stained with the blood of her captor, unmoving and unmoved, except for those sapphire eyes which tracked your cock with lust and horror. The firelight glinted off her manacled wrists as she struggled, obedient to her programming.

Your cock hardened as you casually rubbed it over her thighs, ass and down over her soft asshole and between the velvety, but dripping, lips of her pussy. Your full attention was on the bent Baroness and her grasping cooch. After a moment’s hesitation, you undid your gauntlets and tossed them aside, so you could really feel the bound Baroness’ soft skin under your fingers. With powerful hands resting on her hips, you could stabilize her easily enough as you drove seven inches of hard meat into her well-fucked pussy. Like the fuck-toy she was, her pussy was tight and wet, grasping at your cock almost like a mouth, trying to suck the cum straight outta your balls.

She moaned, just as she’d been programmed to, pretending to struggle and sniffle as tears dropped from her light eyes. You fucked her slowly, each thrust filling her tight cunt completely, before pulling back. Your hands held her ass, hips, back. Occasionally as you pulled out, you’d spank her firmly, forcing her back against your cock, as if she was fucking you, as if she was more than a receptacle, a fuck-hole. As you started to really get into fucking the blonde Baroness, you heard another sound, a moan, as the Marchioness awoke and rolled over. You glanced at her and saw that she was staring at you, watching you fuck the Baroness over her husband’s corpse with an expression of fury and half-satisfied hatred twisting her lovely features.

An idea occurred to you and you picked up the pace of your fucking, spanking the Baroness roughly as you filled her again and again, cursing at her, swearing at her, calling her everything from a cow to a whore. As you felt yourself approaching orgasm, you pulled out and shoved seven inches of hard cock directly up her ass. The Marchioness smiled vindictively as the Baroness screamed silently and you moaned. The noblewoman’s virgin ass was so tight it was hard to believe she’d had the traditional stick up it, before the mage broke her. The pressure on your cock was incredible, after barely a handful of strokes in her ass, you couldn’t resist any longer and flooded her bright red ass with your cum, so much that it felt like it had risen straight up from your toes and down from your head, before filling her, leaving nothing but a pleasant sensation of heat and power.