When Sir Aldric hears the cries of a woman kept captive by a dragon he does what any knight would do and goes to rescue her. What he does not know is the true danger lies not with the dragon, but the woman herself. "Knightly Orders" is a 3,600 word FemDom romp, filled with whipping, rough sex, a hard-bodied knight, and one witch dying to possess him. More
“Three rules, Sir Knight: Don't talk, don't move, and do everything I say. You saved me and your gift for that is being my Champion – as long as you play nice.”
Hilla began shifting through the mass of treasure again, working around the corpse of the dragon. She was aching with her own need, wanting both to take the knight inside her, using him until he was a shell of a man, and also to break him. She wanted to possess him, body and soul, wanted to make him her toy.
But first she had to break him.
The benefit of dragons was that they kept everything so long as it had value. Everything including the whip of a torturer.
Hilla moved back to her captive knight slowly and quietly, making sure the man had little idea about where she stood. Then she brought the whip down on his chest.
Aldric cried out again, but the witch only brought the whip down a second time, and a third, creating a rhythmic flow of beating as she waited for him to fall silent. When he finally did, she look on it his red, blistering body.
“What did I tell you about talking?”
She continued her torment, watching his body as he struggled not to writhe or scream. His muscles clenched with each hit of the braided device, and she longed to take him in the most final of ways. She repeated her sequence ruthlessly, hitting him as many times as she did the first time, and then again.
“You have to understand,” she mused, “I cannot have you disobeying me at all. I told you not to scream and not to move, and you resisted. But you've been a good boy thus far, I have to admit. I suppose your one little outburst has been punished enough.”
Hilla tossed away the whip, and then brought her hands down to the knight's chest. She ran gentle fingertips over the welts that marked his skin, occasionally scratching her nails down to test his obedience.