His wife, Lady Whitely

"Fetch me his wife. I'm going to have some fun. Unsheath," you say.

The bandits nod, rushing off. You smile down at the now petrified Lord kneeling in front of you as you reach around, gently stroking your cock in anticipation.

"Tell me, is your wife any good in bed? Particularly dirty? Any kinks I should know about?"

The Lord stays silent, staring at the ground.

"Pffh, you're no fun," he says.

The bandits open the door again, this time dragging a middle-aged woman. She wears a navy dress, with her raven black hair cut short and hanging back in curls down to her shoulders.

"Well, you're a beautiful little thing. I bet you had all the boys jacking off to you back in the day."

"Fuck you," Lady Whitley says.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to imply they don't still jack off to you. Tell me, has age, countless dickings and two kids taken your tightness from your cunt?"

"Look, I'll sign whatever you want me to sign!" Lord Whitley says frantically.

"Shut up," you say. "Someone gag him."

One of the bandits moves over, fashioning a gag out of an old cloth and wrapping it around his head.

"Now, where were we?" you ask. "Oh yes, your tightness. Mind if I check?"

"If you put your hands on me, I'll scream," Lady Whitley says, terrified.

"Scream to who? Everyone here is under my control," you say. "The best it could do is annoy me, and I don't give a fuck, because I'd just get one of my men to shove their cocks down your throat to shut you up."

Lady Whitley stares at you, her defiance giving way to terror.

"Now, I have an army of bandits and orcs who would love to fuck you, but I'm not going to let them. You're off the table. No matter how much you resist, no one but me will touch you. However, your daughter, now what happens to her does depend on what you do. The harder you make this, the more men I'll permit to fuck her. Be a good girl, and she'll walk away from this with her maidenhood intact."

"I'll be good," Lady Whitley says, after a moment's pause.

"Good. Now, raise your skirts."

Lady Whitley raises up her dress to her knees, revealing a look at her old but still attractive legs. You reach a hand up, to where her underwear-covered cunt is. You yank down her bloomers, revealing a total forest of pubes hiding away her cunt. You press your fingers against her lips, gently pushing inside as she gasps. She's surprisingly still quite moist and sensitive, as you push your fingers in to the first knuckle. Lady Whitley closes her eye, biting down on her lip as she braces herself. You **** your finger to the second knuckle, before making a come hither motion as tries to resist her desires.

"You're still pretty tight. I think I will fuck you."

You grab your cock, wrapping an arm around Lady Whitley and lifting her slightly into the air, allowing you to position yourself under her. You aim your cock to her pussy, pressing the head against it as she braces. You push her against the wall, forcing her against it to hold her up as you slide further inside her. You grab her shoulders, gently running your hands down towards her chest. You slowly begin to unbutton her blouse, still inside her. You unbutton it enough to get a good look at her cleavage. Her tits are large, but just beginning to droop. You slide your hand inside, squeezing her tit in your hand. You take the huge tit in your hand, rolling it around and playing with it.

"You have good tits for an old girl, Lady."

Lady Whitley closes her eyes, not wanting to make eye contact with her. You smack her harshly, her head snapping back from the action.

"I just paid you a compliment, you dull bitch. Say "Thank you, sir", and have some more fucking respect."

"Thank you, sir," Lady Whitley says, staring to the side of the room.

"I'm this close to having every Orc I know do a train on your daughter. Say it like you mean it. Then, I want you to kiss me."

Lady Whitley stares at you for a second, her eyes gazing into yours.

"Thank you, sir," she says, before slowly leaning in and pressing her lips against yours.

You pull back, before thrusting your hips in as your cock enters her, even deeper. You grab her head, slamming it against the wall as you pull back and thrust in again, slowly increasing your pace. You slowly fuck her, grinding against her clit. Lady Whitley moans, as you **** your cock deeper and harder inside her.

"Describe this. To your husband," you say.

"He's... he's fucking me," she says.

"Last chance, bitch, or your dau..." you begin to say, before she interrupts you.

"His cock is deep inside me. Every time he thrusts, his balls smack against me nether regions. His head is rubbing against all my most sensitive folds, and every time his shaft rubs off my clit I tighten around him."

"Good," you smile. "Fuck, you're an experienced old fuck, you know what? I'm almost ready to cum."