a day's ride

[bighatwitch]

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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[shieldofrohan]

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.

[bighatwitch]

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."

[shieldofrohan]

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.

[bighatwitch]

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."

[shieldofrohan]

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.

[bighatwitch]

"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.