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Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

Emily's head felt like someone was taking a rubber mallet to it. The chemical had knocked her out, cold, just as it was intended to and, now, with her hands above her head. Almost as bad as the headache were the shiny steel handcuffs cutting into her wrists. She pulled against them, to see if her slender hands would slip through, but someone had made sure she wouldn't. She nearly toppled then despite the four-inch fuck-me-heels, she was on her tiptoes. She wobbled, caught herself in the struggle and righted herself. She felt tendons between socket and shoulder stretch dangerously, nearly snapping from the light weight her body put on those slender arms. She whimpered. She was well and truly fucked. And cold. Her skin prickled, puckering so tight that she felt little tingles run up her spine her nipples stood on end, achingly hard from the cold. She gave another shiver, cautious this time, so that she didn't tumble. When she finally realized her captor wasn't a male, wasn't intending her to enjoy this, and definitely didn't admire her, her heart sunk in her chest and then rose up into her throat. Probably the only thing that kept her from nervously disgorging her lunch. Y-you bitch, she snapped, fighting against the chains to try and kick at Logan. She yowled like a fighting cat and twisted against her bonds. Fuck you! Let me go!
Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

The little slut was awake. Good. Pretty blue eyes she had. Pretty blond hair. Pretty tan skin. Opposite from Logan in every way. Logan had brown eyes. So brown, so dilated with the rush from seeing that traitorous, lean body strung out in front of her that they had turned nearly black. God, this was gonna be fun. Logan had always wondered why and what and how boys and girls had seen what they did in Emily. Naked, spread open, vulnerable... Eyes filled with fear, thinly muscled body squirming, hair shining. Leg muscles straining to keep herself upright, full lips slack with the weight of post-drugged confusion. Logan guessed she saw an inkling of what one might call Beauty, but mostly? Mostly Logan just saw an exposed bitch in handcuffs, about to be fucked to death. Of course, Emily wasn't the only one who was scantily clad--but Logan didn't want to be tracked or anything, so she'd taken a few...precautionary measures. Latex gloves, combat boots, hair pulled back. Strap-on strapped-on. Hello, Emily, her light, pretty voice bounced off of the tiled walls and floor, reverb causing it to sound augmented and menacing. Glad to see you're awake. Oh, but the kitty had claws! Logan chuckled, hand lightning fast as she reached out and smacked Emily hard as she could across her come-loving face. Then she drew in close, reached behind Emily's head, and grabbed a fistful of shiny blond hair--pulling Emily's head back, exposing that long neck. With a snarl, Logan whispered in her ear, No, Emily. Fuck you. Fuck. You. See, Emily, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you for every time you fucked with me. I'm going to shove every inch of everything I have inside of your cunt, your ass. Your mouth. I'm going to force my hands inside of you, and I'm going to fuck you, Emily. I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to like it, you filthy little slut. Then Logan, just to punctuate her statement, took her free hand and fired of repetition of spanks onto Emily's pussy while she laughed into the bitch's ear.
Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

Emily's body rocked each time that hand slapped against her shaved-bare pussy. She would teeter on her tiptoes, barely righting herself, time and time again. Despite how much she hated this girl, she felt the tingle of sensation well inside of her. Those blue eyes were filling with frustrated, shameful tears. Stop it! When the assault didn't cease, she screamed again, pain tearing at the edge of her voice. Stop it, please! Begging so soon? Where was the girl's dignity? Surely one would think she wouldn't have broken quite so easily. Despite that, a hint of moisture had formed between her legs she'd gotten the nerve to close her thighs and clamp them shut. One might laugh it was likely the first time she'd not opened her legs to another.
Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

You little bitch. Closing your legs to me, after all I've planned for you? Logan brought her hand down hard, first on one of Emily's firm, round tits, and then the other. Open them. Logan managed to wiggle a few digits in between her pretty little legs, close enough to barely touch her pretty little clit. With anger enough to fuel a jet-bomber, Logan curled her fingers, other hand slapping at those tits harder, much harder than before. I SAID FUCKING OPEN THEM. Another curl of her fingers and Logan's tone went sweet, soft. Kind. Come on, Em. Open your legs. Do it for me, hmm? I know you want to.
Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

Confused by the barrage of pleasure and pain, Emily's mind started to break along with the rest of her. She gave in, fear leaving her somewhat she was still bound, unable to move or protest, so there was still the fear of letting go. She panted with each brush of a fingertip against her feminine hood, the little nub poking its head out eagerly. Slowly, those thighs trembled open, her hips jerking. Just spreading her thighs made the slut horny. A squirt of juices dribbled out and spattered on the cool tile beneath their feet. She was begging for something different now. More... m-more, Logan! She had no idea what she was asking for.
Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

But the whore asked anyways. She didn't know what she was about to get and Logan was glad. It made her smile. Made her happy. Made her almost malicious as she slipped ring and middle fingers inside of Emily's little shaved cunt, stretching and flicking and curling. It was short and it was cruel and this contact lasted maybe ten seconds before Logan grew bored and drew away, using that same, juice-covered, gloved hand to slap the blond bitch across the face. You're so wet, Emily. You know you liked that. Another slap, before she could have had time to even think of an answer. It wasn't a fucking question, slut. Logan didn't even care if Emily hadn't tried to speak--she needed to be slapped around more. It built character. But Logan wasnt being entirely nice wasnt being entirely kind. Maybe she should? Maybe she should give Emily a glance of what Logan had never been given? Stepping close, Logan smoothed Emilys hair back from her sharp, stained, beautiful face. You want this, dont you? You need me to fuck you? Im going to, love, and Im going to give you a choice. Im going to be kind. Loan paused, smiling sweetly. Now Emily, I can either fuck you with my handnow, when I say hand, I mean all of itor I can use the strap-on. Im going to do both, of course, but Im going to let you decide which will be first. Another sweet smile, if not a little demented. What would you like?
Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

The slap brought her from her reverie. She was beginning to realize that this wasn't supposed to be fun. Y-you slapped me, she managed. She seemed rather surprised it wasn't one of those girl-fight slaps. She quickly began to understand. She shook her head. No, no, I don't want to fuck, she asked, her body at war with her words. Her body was geared up, ready to fuck, and goddammit, it wanted to fuck. I... I don't want either! I want to go home!
Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

Well that's to bad, isn't it? Really, it was. Seeing as she'd never be going home. Not after this. With little more thought on the subject, Logan walked over to the locker bench where she'd left her...tools. One ruler, for later. Two gags. One a ball gag, the other a dick-gag Logan had to get hers too, and riding the bitch's face might be fun. Four dildos, perfect for a strap on. One was huge--more like a torture device than a dildo--the next was regular size, though still large, the next was longer than what seemed possible, and the fourth...the fourth looked like some sort of medieval weapon. It was bumped and ribbed and spiked, metallic finish over the stiff rubber form. It was also Logan's favorite. She screwed it into it's place at her belt with barely a second thought, grabbed the ball gag and walked back to Emily. Slapped her hard so she wouldn't have much time to stop Logan from strapping the leather about her face, grinning as those scared eyes stared up at her. I know. You think you're fucked, right? Well, you're not. But you will be. Logan didn't have time to wait for her little pet's knees to open this time. She couldn't fucking wait. Logan took her leg and wedged it between the other girls', slowly working it up until she had to raise her leg for Emily to be pressed against it, dripping wet. Logan was merciless. She pressed hard--pressed hard enough to make it seem like she was trying to fit her knee inside of the little slut. You like this, you sick bitch. Logan grinned as she moved forward, wedging her hips between Emily's. You fucking like this. And with that, she was poised at the slut's entrance, tip of her silicone and rubber-blend self just barely nudging against Emily. And then, Logan pushed forward, slowly, watching as her too-big, too-textured dildo sunk inch by inch inside the dirty whore's cunt.
Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

Never had she been treated so cruelly. The only thing that Emily had going for her was the fact that she hadn't outright screamed for mercy. Now, that opportunity was taken from her. The restraint wedged between her lips, holding her slutty mouth open while keeping her almost silent. A muffled squeal came from her as she was made to grind against Logan's knee. She whined and shook her head as Logan tried to convince her how much she liked this rough treatment. The toy was soft enough, but those spikes were made for the masochistic. Her legs trembled as she was penetrated. Her walls clenched tight, trying to push the invader from her sex. It wasn't helping quite the opposite. Too big it's too fucking big! She wiggled her hips, moving about, away from Logan as best she could Emily, though, couldn't seem to get far enough away, now that that alien toy had stuffed itself inside, its spikes working like barbs to keep her stuck on the fake penis. Emily continued to whine and whimper through her ball gag.
Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

And Logan could do nothing but enjoy herself. Really, this was rather fun. And the look in Emily's eyes, so fearful, so full of pain...It was a good change. One Logan could get quite used to. Her hands, so very small and pale and delicate, gripped Emily's hips so hard her knuckles turned white...and then she proceeded to pull her barbed dick from the slut's cunt, cackling softly at the wet sound it made, at the bit of blood it drew. Oh, look at how wet you are, Emily. Logan grinned as she pistoned herself back inside her captive, hips jerking in motions that weren't meant to be anywhere close to smooth. Over and over and over she invaded the bitch, skin slapping against skin, her gloved hands gripping the girl's hips, tugging her this way and that. What a good slut Emily was, wiggling and crying like she did, putting up that little fight that Logan so liked to see. Logan had fought, too. Had been fighting for years. But someone always had to lose, and this time... This time, it was Emily's turn.
Thread: Strap-On Slut-Slayer [ Psyche x Chammy ]

That heart-shaped rump jiggled from the hard impact against Logan's legs. She squealed in pain each thrust and pull was dragging the sharp points along her inner walls, perforating the skin. Though her eyes were bleary with tears, she would not give this bitch what she wanted. She wouldn't let a single one fall. Her muscles would spasm and she'd start to sag, giving up, just letting the girl fuck her that was for the best, right? Just... let her do her thing and maybe Logan would leave her alone? She tried biting into the gag, to focus on anything but the pain. Face flushed bright red from the pain, she felt hot and gross, her hair sticking to her skin. Would this end? Would she show Emily any mercy? She remained as still as she could, legs trembling as she fought against the push and pull Logan exerted on her. A rip. A tear. Blood flowed out of her, down her thighs, and despite herself, despite the curdling scream that the ball gag muffled, she felt her juices trickling out of her. The pain was enough. Adrenaline flowed long enough for her to wrench herself off of the big prick and pull herself away bloody thighs clenched together. A stand-off. For a moment, there was no feeling... just the light throbbing of her blood in her veins and then... adrenaline sickness. She stumbled, falling towards her knees. The bindings around her wrists stopped her, of course, more ligaments tearing in her shoulders from the drop. Don't think about puking, don't think about puking, don't think about- Acid in her mouth, her lunch, nasty bile, too. She looked up, shamed, hurt, and those tears began to fall. Only a bit of that nasty concoction had made it past the air-tight ball gag. The rest she held in her mouth, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk sporting a haul of acorns. She couldn't depend on Logan for any mercy. Trembling with the effort, Emily swallowed what was in her mouth, one gulp at a time. When she was done, the flavor remained she sobbed then, hanging from her restraints. She wanted to ask what she'd done to deserve all of this. Perhaps she was lucky she couldn't ask. Logan was pissed off enough already.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

No, this is not the movie knight's tale XD this is something quite a bit different, so this is quite original, I hope. ----- Asgron was once again in his armor, riding on his horse through another town. He was on his way home after escorting another one of the noble women and her entourage through a forest filled with bandits. He looked at his horse and stroked its mane. Don't worry, Antione. We'll be back in time for dinner and then you won't be so hungry, he told the horse, smiling while looking at the towns folk. He gave a sad sigh, for still a good few looks were suspicious frowns or even glares of hatred. What was wrong with this town? Had they not heard all of the good deeds that he had accomplished thus far? Was all of that for naught? He sighed again while finally noticing the mansion in the distance. Home sweet home...at last, he muttered, spurring his horse forward.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

Eilaga Fiedlerson walked out from behind a tree with a hood over her head to cover her pointed ears and long, silky orange hair. She started to walk into another an inn. She had a green hood so she could hide her looks from the people around her. She looked around seeing if she could see someone that was in the inn that was safe to sit by, but it didn't seem like it. She held herself close as she got her order of food and drink. She looked around and started to eat. This was a bad place for her to be at the moment. She was the only girl in the inn so she had to be really careful.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

No one noticed just yet that she was the only girl at the inn. She had done a good deal hiding herself and looking mostly inconspicuous. There were some people that gave her momentary glances, but that was all that they were. No one really so much as payed attention to her. hey, look, one of those damned knights riding through this here town! Looks like that one that we've been hearing those damned tales about. Mockeries, all of them. All rigged, I say. Damn knights are so worried about honor that they can't even think to act proper and rig everything!
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

Eilaga looked at the guy that said that then glared. She stood up, but kept her hood on and said, What's wrong with knights up holding their honor. It's the right thing to do. If they didn't have honor for themselves and each other how would the be able to protect their love ones and the people of their town and country. You think honor is a bad thing!? Well I'm here to prove you wrong. The whole inn went quiet at the sound of Eilaga's voice. One of the guys stood up and started to walk over to her.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

Asgron heard her and turned around before reigning in his horse. Something ugly is about to go down... he muttered. That was a sight he hated to see. And this was a chance to redeem his honor more, perhaps, by defending this woman defending a knight's honor. He got down off of his horse and tied the reigns to a fence peg before striding towards the inn. The man who had made his remark said, You didn't much listen to me, did you? I've seen some of them damn knight tricks. All they do is set up a scenario where it seems that the people are in grave danger and then they come and they save the day. You call that gaining honor?! I spit on thee and perhaps shall also teach you a lesson in humiliation...
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

Yes I'll admit that most knights are deserving of the word honor, but the ones that I knew that protected the royal family of Krigesburg were noble and honorable. They were the ones that I'm looking for. They are the only one that could give the the truth about what happen...to my parents death! Eliaga pulled off her hood and showed everyone that she was the half-elf princess. She looked around as saw that everyone was backing up in shocked.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

The knight heard of this and frowned. He stepped in before noticing who she was. The princess of the half-elves! It is an honor to be in your presence! Asgron said, taking off his helmet. What is it that you are doing here? he asked, wondering why she would have come out so far and placed herself among commmoners simply to look for a knight.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

Knight! It was all she could say before she was snatch by some big guy that started to lick her face and rip her shirt open. He laughed and so did everyone else. A princess huh? Well I never thought I see the day that I actually touch one and take her as mine. What say you that I rip off all her clothes here?! The whole inn cheered as the guy held her up in the air. Unhand me at once! She struggled for her life and to keep her clothes on. Though her whole trip, this was the first time she was actually being assaulted.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

Images flashed through his head the moment he saw what was going on. ASGRON! his sister called in his memories, for she had been terribly handled. In fact, she had received the ultimate punishment for getting into the wrong group of her time...a group of girls instead of a group of lusty, horny men. They had raped her and left her dead for him to find. No sooner had those images flashed through his mind than Asgron drew his sword with a shout of rage. Unhand her, villain, or answer thyself to my blade! he said, rage boiling within him. Anyone else who had been laughing stopped for the most part, shuddering as they turned to the knight. Certainly for a fake as they deemed him, he was an intimidating sight. A friend of the man who picked the princess up said, Hey, look, this puny wimp thinks he can take us! What say we teach him a lesson in pain before we take the girl? Would serve the bastard right!
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

The elf princess knew that the knight was in trouble. At the point right in there she knew she had to do something that her parents and every one else said was forbidden to do, but she had to. It was the only way to save the knights life for trying to save her. Eilaga began to sing. She started to sing her heart out that was piercing to some peoples ears while others feel into a trance and did nothing but stare at her with delight. The man that was holding her dropped her and covered his ears. What is this! He couldn't take the sound and started to smash his head against the wall like the others until the blacked out from blood loss. As soon as Eilaga stopped singing the ones that was in a trance feel into a deep sleep.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

The knight himself was affected the same the rest of them, unfortunately. And he could have handled them. There wasn't something they could have done...his skill with a sword was simply amazing. But he fell asleep against the wall...perhaps enough for him to be taken to somewhere where she could speak to him in private however she could want. For now, he slept, calm and serene. Though when he awoke, there would be no telling how he would actually act, if he would act anything at all.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

The princess looked around and saw everyone knocked out, including the knight. She smiled to herself then dragged the knight out to his horse. He horse started to act up at the sight of his owner, but Eilaga got the house to quiet and calm down enough for her to but the knight on the back and for her to hop on and ride off somewhere far from the inn. Later that night Eilaga came to him and splashed a bucket of water on him. Wake up knight, I must talk to thy.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

He spluttered about trying to recover. What sorcery...your voice carried such enchantment that I fell into a deep sleep! he stood and put a hand on his sword. What are thou? A minion of the Satan to cast a hex upon me?! Well, you...ugh, screw the ancient speech. What are you?! He was staring incredulously at the being before him, not believing that it was just a half-elven princess.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

I was wondering when thy would stop that. For you are not in the right place to do so. My name is Eilaga and I'm an Elf. Some of us elves have some powers that could put humans and other things asleep.
Thread: A knight's tale (me and Mistress Legacy)

He straightened up, noticing her pointy ears. Alright,' he said, sighing. I am sorry that I didn't believe you. But being put to sleep is something that I rather fear...for magic is...not one of the things I like.
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