bighatwitch | a day's ride

a day's ride

After that night, things carried on as normal. Vanessa made no mention of it to Eowyn and neither was there some clear or certain change in her. She did subtly increase Eowyn's workload, though. If the Lady of Rohan had believed herself worked inordinately before she must have been surprised when her duties for each day only grew.

A day off, Vanessa imagined, must have been a relief. Vanessa had declared her desire for a day's ride, for a day on horseback to catch her breath and enjoy Rohan's beauty. There was no denying her, and no denying the request that Lady Eowyn accompany her.

And even as they rode Vanessa made no move, no pass at Eowyn. Vanessa led them into a small forest, where she stopped and dismounted where there was a clearing off the path. She waited until Eowyn had dismounted too, before reaching into one of her horse's bags and retrieving a pair of iron shackles. A short chain of only four links connected them, and their weight was obvious enough when Vanessa threw them to the ground at Eowyn's feet.

"Put these on."

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In truth, the day off wasn't much of a relief at all. Éowyn was exhausted, yes - but she welcomed that exhaustion. It meant she had little time to think, to dwell on the events of that night. It meant that she had somewhere to vent her stubbornness and anger, and she went about all her duties - the ones determined by Vanessa, as well as the ones she held in any case as the Lady of Edoras - with bullish intensity. For the most part, she'd forgotten - made herself forget - her humiliation at Vanessa's hands.

For the most part. Nobody needed to know the dreams she'd had occasionally, or the couple of times that, unable to bear the pressure of it, she'd let herself revisit that night while her calloused fingers worked between her legs. Nobody needed to know, and she was ferociously determined that nobody would. It had happened, and it was in the past, and that was that.

Even so, she was oddly disappointed during their ride, that Vanessa made no mention of it. Part of her - a dark part, one she wasn't willing to admit - was hoping for something more. Something like this.

But even that part of her recoiled from the shackles. She took an involuntary step back, revulsion written large across her face. Her eyes flicked from the shackles, to Vanessa, then back to the shackles. Then, with a little grunt, she turned her back and vaulted into the saddle.

"You go too far," she said sharply, making a great effort not to sound afraid, but rather angry. "And I, my lady, am going back. I have much to do, and little time for your whims."

Dragging Eowyn out of the saddle was no great struggle for Vanessa. She had approached the horse at once and taken Eowyn by the arm before sending her swiftly into the ground. A small part of her was disappointed, having hoped for compliance. Another was decidedly more excited to be fighting Eowyn for her submission.

"You forget your place." Vanessa stood over her, staring down at her. "Here, away from the eyes of your people, you are no Lady. So, my pet, do as you've been told and get those irons on your wrists. Then we will begin."

Éowyn's horse shied, snorting uneasily and rolling its eyes, and tried to bite: like most of Rohan's horses, it was well-trained but not gentle, and clever enough to see that the stranger human was responsible for Éowyn's tumble.

Of course, the horse didn't know how powerful Vanessa was. Éowyn did, and the thought frightened her - frightened her enough to scramble back to one knee, even winded as she was from the fall, to soothe the horse. What Vanessa might do to her was bad, but if she were to do anything to Éowyn's stallion - who she had raised from a colt and loved above all others - then Éowyn could never forgive herself. Better she should anger Vanessa and be punished for it, than that the horse should.

She closed her eyes for a moment, resting her forehead against the horse's cheek as she caught her breath, then looked up at Vanessa. "...Let me up first, to tie him off." There was a sullen flame of anger in her eyes, anger that was very close to hate - but her voice held no anger, only a kind of despairing resignation. She thought, for a moment, of the hunting knife she had secreted in one of her saddlebags. She thought of how it would be to drive it between Vanessa's breasts, and be free of this tyranny, this humiliation. And then, with a sigh, she forced herself to let it go.

"Let me up," she repeated, moving to get to her feet, the reins still in her hand. "If I lose my horse for your games, you'll have nothing from me short of killing me." If her own life was the only leverage she had left, well, then she would use it.

The thought had actually crossed Vanessa's mind. Having them ride atop a single horse created only more opportunity for her to have fun with her pet, and it was practically a subconscious choice for Vanessa to opt for keeping her own steed than Eowyn's. Still, it was not something she would have done at the drop of a pin. Eowyn's haste made little difference in protecting her stallion, but her urgency was not lost on Vanessa. Threatening Rohan and her people was not outside the scope of Vanessa's power or schemes, but it would have certainly created a handful of problems.

A consequence not attributable to the life of a horse.

Claiming the knowledge as a victory, a twisted delight tinged Vanessa's smile. She made no move to stop Eowyn, even taking a step away to allow her and her precious horse the room to gather themselves. "Very well." Vanessa could be understanding, even merciful. But it was the hate and anger and pride that burned in Eowyn's eyes that she lusted for most, and to one day squelch it underneath her fingers.

She crossed her arms in waiting, shackles waiting on the ground at her feet.

Éowyn tightened her grip on the reins, her chest heaving, and stood a moment beside the horse, stroking its neck as she caught her breath. She didn't dare to dawdle for too long, though, however much she hated being so cowed, and soon forced herself to move, leading the horse with her a little way - not quite out of sight, but close. The temptation was strong to take the brief chance, to mount back up while there was space between them and make all haste back to Edoras. Vanessa might be powerful, but Éowyn's horse was fast and she as fine a rider as any in this nation of horse-lords. She thought, if she did manage to get to a gallop, she could easily keep ahead, keep out of reach.

But then what? She couldn't leave Edoras - her uncle still needed her, and her people too - and once they were back there, she had no doubt Vanessa would make her regret it. The only way she could be free was to get rid of Vanessa, and that would be to betray Rohan, who benefited so from the other woman's presence.

There was no choice. Not yet. Perhaps not ever. I am the sacrifice, then, she thought blackly, biting down hard on her lip. Not to death, as befits Éomund's child, but to this.

It was a vile thought, and yet it brought some small measure of comfort - though not so much as that which followed it: Some day, Rohan will need her no more. Again, Éowyn thought wistfully of the knife in the saddlebag. Again, she turned away, and with fists clenched, returned to Vanessa's side.

Wordlessly, she bent to pick up the shackles, her skin crawling at the cold touch of iron. She hated the thought of being chained, feared being trapped more than anything else. But she was trapped, whether or not by chains.

Her chest tightening, her stomach turning, Éowyn of Rohan slipped a slave's shackles onto her own wrists.

The shackles were put together well, thick and solid in the hand. Each one closed around Eowyn's wrists with a heavy clangor as pins snapped perfectly into place, locking the two halves of each manacle together. The mechanism of the locks engaging served to tighten each shackle, making them ever-more constricting. This was especially so against the bones of her wrist, which were forced to accommodate the iron.

Vanessa had felt no fear in letting Eowyn leave to tie off her horse. She had revealed only a fraction of her magic and it would have been as easy as snapping her fingers to keep Eowyn from escaping. Of course, Vanessa did enjoy the less easy methods of coercion.

"You do so like to make things difficult for yourself," Vanessa commented, as she reached down to grab hold of the chain that now connected Eowyn's wrists. With the same unforgiving strength as from that night, she raised the chain up, taking Eowyn's arms with it until they were stretched out to the sky above her head. Slowly Vanessa put her other hand over Eowyn's throat, knowing full well she had no way to guard herself and no where to escape to. Her fingers tightened just slightly, enough for Eowyn to be wary of their presence.

"Perhaps because your heart yearns to be tamed. It is why you admire strength, and so desperately emulate it in yourself." She reeled Eowyn in, pulling her closer by her neck, and lowered her arms down behind her back so that her elbows pointed upwards. "It yearns for someone with the strength and will greater than your own." Eowyn's shackled hands were pressed against her back as Vanessa brought her close, so their faces were inches apart. Vanessa's red eyes flicked between Eowyn's, studying her face, and slowly her gaze fell to Eowyn's mouth. Excitement made her fingers tighten ever so much more around Eowyn's throat.

"It yearns for me, my pet Eowyn." She pulled Eowyn forward and whispered into her ear. "Because I am going to break you." The words were backed with all confidence and certainty. It was not a threat or warning, but a declaration of the future.

As soon as she was finished Vanessa moved Eowyn's head back and took her mouth, kissing her deep and loving. Wanting, hungry, like all the time they had spent apart made Vanessa crave Eowyn all the more greatly. With a final, soft squeeze of Eowyn's throat Vanessa lifted her hand away and palmed Eowyn's breast, squeezing and fondling as much as she could through the fabric of the dress.

The metal pressed cruelly into Éowyn's wrists, a vicious reminder of her imprisonment, her helplessness. Even before Vanessa's hand wrapped around her neck, she felt choked, anger and panic tightening her throat.

There was no dignity in this, no nobility or honour to standing chained in a forest, her chest forced out by the position of her arms, her skin prickling under her captor's touch. There was no dignity, not even in thinking of it as a sacrifice, but Éowyn tried to claim what little scraps of her pride she could anyway, galled by that confident promise. I am going to break you. To her, it sounded like a challenge. She might be trapped, she might be beaten, but she would not make it easy, would not let herself be broken.

This time, she thought darkly, I will not beg.

But she kissed back, even so, without thinking, and when Vanessa's hand slid down to her breast and started its work, Éowyn's nipples began almost at once to stand firm, pressing against her shift, her skin prickling.

She hated it. She was disgusted by herself. But even so, it happened.

Vanessa pressed hard into the kiss, eventually tilting her head forward and Eowyn's back. She felt Eowyn's familiar tongue under her own and she let out a hot breath into Eowyn's mouth.

It would not do only to molest her through her clothes. The hand pulled insistently at Eowyn's collar until one of her breasts peek out from beneath it. She squeezed it eagerly, fingers finding the firm nipple to pinch and tease.

Vanessa stood with Eowyn held against her, kissing her and teasing her for a long while before she'd had enough. She pinched and pulled at Eowyn's nipple, letting it go as she lifted her mouth off Eowyn's. A trail of saliva hung down between their mouths, broken when Vanessa licked her lips.

"Your body remembers mine," she declared, voice just a little breathy. She brought Eowyn's arms back in front of her, but only so she could push her dress of her shoulders and pull it down to bare her modest breasts in full.

"There. Now, pleasure yourself for me to see."

The air was cool against Éowyn's heated skin, a light breeze brushing over her taut breasts, like a sudden caress. It served as an unwelcome reminder that they had not even the relative privacy of her chambers: they were outside, and, yes, far from any village or town, but still, if someone were to pass by...

They will not. They must not. That would be the final straw, worse than any punishment Vanessa could devise. To be shamed was bad enough; to be shamed before her people, she could not bear.

She tried to push the thought away. They were sheltered by the woods, and few people passed this way. That danger, she told herself firmly, was only in her mind. The only danger she needed fear was the woman standing before her.

Vanessa had said something, she realised belatedly, and had to take a moment to process it, to think what that something had been. She wished, then, that she had not heard it. "...What?"

Vanessa briefly considered slapping Eowyn for making her repeat the command, but she reminded herself that there would be plenty of pain and punishment for her defiant pet later. Instead Vanessa reached out and touched the tip of a finger to Eowyn's nipple, pressing just enough so that as she twirled her finger in small circles, that stiff little peak was forced to follow.

"I want to watch you pleasure yourself, my pet. I know that you've been practicing in the night, when you think there's nobody watching, nobody listening." Vanessa pursed her lips together and closed her eyes and drew a deep, pleasured breath in through her nose as she thought of Eowyn bringing herself to that edge of pleasure.

"And I know what you think of. Who you think of." She had opened her eyes, used the other hand to take hold of the chain again. She pushed Eowyn's hands straight down and then guided one between her legs, pressing against her dress.

"Now do as your Mistress has ordered."

Éowyn's face was hot with embarrassment, and a strange sort of guilt. She had really thought she'd hidden her nighttime activities well enough - never touched herself when there was even a chance that anyone was around, never allowed herself to make any sound louder than a low gasp.

She's bluffing. Has to be. There was no way Vanessa could know, only suspect - although, Éowyn realised with a sick certainty, her own embarrassment at the idea was a confession all on its own. That thought, of course, only made her embarrassment worse, her blush spreading across her bare breasts as well as her face. She was ashamed enough by her fantasies even without anyone knowing about them, ashamed to admit even to herself that any part of her had enjoyed Vanessa's bullying.

And now she was to show it as a performance? This was worse than she had imagined: worse because at least when Vanessa was physically forcing her, she could deny her own part in it. But this...

There is no choice, she reminded herself, resolutely. You are the sacrifice.

Slowly, reluctantly, she cupped her hand, pressing up through the dress to her cunt. She had to bite her lip to keep from gasping - even through two layers of cloth, the pressure sent a sharp jolt of arousal through her. The chain between her wrists clanked quietly as she set to work, closing her eyes and trying not to feel Vanessa's eyes on her - or, maybe, trying not to let that be part of the thrill, part of the shivers of ecstasy that were already running up inside her like a pillar of lightning. She did not like this, would not allow herself to like it... but there was no denying that part of her wanted it with a ferocious need that went far beyond liking or not liking. Her bare breasts, pressed together by the way her arms were tied; her skirts rough and coarse against her swollen clit; the light wind against her hot skin; the knowledge that this would not be the last humiliation or the worst - somehow, all those things and more combined into a heady exhilaration, and without thinking, Éowyn changed her movements, rubbing harder and faster, biting down on her lip as her breath caught and her head tipped back. She could feel the heat between her legs, a furnace begging to be fuelled; she knew, with a sick certainty, that if (when) Vanessa raised her skirts, there would be enough liquid there to cling to the coarse hair and trickle down the inside of her thigh.

She had never been more humiliated, more miserable, or more aroused in all her life.

Not that Vanessa doubted what she knew, but it still brought her immense satisfaction to see Eowyn's quick reaction to her words. For Vanessa who knew just how great their disparity in power was, Eowyn's efforts were only pitiable. She watched with delight as Eowyn buckled and her hand began to move. It was with an equal amount of delight that Vanessa observed Eowyn vigilantly as she played with herself.

However, she soon came to the conclusion that this was too easy for Eowyn, and that would not do. Closing the short distance between them with a single step, Vanessa reached out and touched hand to Eowyn's cheek. The tips of her fingers curled barely at the back of Eowyn's head and coaxed her to face forward.

"Keep your eyes open," Vanessa ordered. "You'll look your Mistress in the face as you're allowed to play with yourself."

Éowyn groaned quietly, deep in her throat, but it sounded like a noise as much of want as irritation. Her fingers slowed for a moment, and, with a conscious effort of will, she opened her eyes.

If there was any doubt of her state, it was impossible to deny when her full expression was revealed. Her eyes were dark and a little unfocused, her eyelids fluttering a little; she bit down hard on her lip, blushing deeply, a few beads of sweat starting on her forehead despite the cool breeze. When she met Vanessa's eyes, saw that cool, impersonal regard, she let out a low moan and started to work her hand even more frantically than before.

She hated it, hated that being watched like an entertaining sideshow made her whole body thrill, hated the dull pleasure building in her groin and the hot thunder of her blood, hated that she had no choice but to love it. Her hips bucked a little against her hand, and she could feel the thin fabric of her shift sticking between her legs, pulled in by the wetness that increased by the moment.

She would at least not have to suffer Vanessa's gaze for very long. Soon enough her eyes turned down to Éowyn's hands hard at work.

"Let's get this out of the way." Vanessa pulled Éowyn's hands away with a sharp tug at the chain hanging between her wrists, then lifted Éowyn's skirts up between her arms. She stuffed a bit of the fabric into Éowyn's mouth.

"Don't let go of that, Éowyn," she commanded, before crouching down pull Éowyn's undergarments down around her knees. "Now go on and finish up."

Éowyn grunted against the cloth, biting down. Tears of frustration and embarrassment were trying to force their way to her eyes, and she lacked the strength, right now, to stop them. The breeze was cold against her wet cunt, making her shiver in an all-too-pleasurable way; the chain clanked quietly as she obediently (oh, how she hated that obedience!) lowered her hands back to her aching pussy.

It didn't take long, and that was worst of all. It was only a few moments more before she bucked against her hands, biting down hard on the fabric to stifle her moans, her skin goosepimpling and her toes curling instinctively as she came.

"What a lovely show." Vanessa's hands braced against Eowyn's thighs, but as the effects of her orgasm subsided Vanessa reached up and casually shoved two fingers into Eowyn's cunt.

"Doesn't it feel so much better letting yourself go, and out here, where everyone and no one might be watching?" The entire time she was pumping her fingers in and out of Eowyn's, the wet and sloppy sounds loud enough for anyone in the forest to hear. She wanted Eowyn to orgasm again. "You aren't allowed to come. Not without permission," she told Eowyn as she pumped her fingers harder and faster.

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