Warning: dubious consent ahead
Part III - Discipline
The paladin observed the unfolding scene with fascination. Something drastic was happening to the woman who had been the ruler of the Unified Empire, the Archpriestess of the now disbanded Primordial church, and the mistress of its small retinue of elite fighters. Something untoward. Something shocking.
Filipia Designation Zwei, knight-captain of the Order of Primordial Paladins, had been appointed a task by the emergency governing council. To advise the unfortunate woman of her decidedly ill fate, and to supervise the punishment each time it was carried out. She was not to interfere unless absolutely necessary - a role she had dreaded when the order first came through some weeks ago. Ordinarily, the scene before her would constitute a terrible crime, and she of all people was honour-bound to uphold justice. But when 'justice' passed sentencing to the former Archpriestess - no - the girl named Linarei - Filipia just couldn't understand it, much less agree. She could only obey.
As it turned out, Linarei's crimes were severe beyond what any of the paladins could have imagined their mistress was capable of. They were also countless in number, spanning over centuries of what may have otherwise become an endless reign of tyranny. Filipia had been devastated to learn of it all. She felt tricked and used. Betrayed.
But, though she understood that the deposed ruler had much to atone for, the decided means was still extreme, and, frankly, barbaric. Filipia had been appalled, and moved. She couldn't help herself but to read the sentencing section of the judgement over and over. Had she missed something? Was there some ambiguity from which she might draw some measure of solace? She studied the page until the details started to foster a guilty kind of fascination. She memorised it, and dwelled on the words when she lay in bed, when there was no other daily business to distract her thoughts.
Every person in the Unified Empire - even down to the most under-privileged citizen - will be granted sexual rights to your body, and you will suffer through every violation without any right of refusal.
She had tried to picture such a scene. Her former mistress had been so powerful, and would have laughed hysterically at hearing such a threat. It was hard to imagine such a person falling victim to a common rapist! But, things had changed. Linarei had lost her god-like powers, and the assigned punishment was now entirely possible. It was also cruel and unusual and without precedence. But it was the final line of the judgement that struck her as particularly sinister.
Accept this fair judgement, lady Linarei, who calls herself Debugger, and suffer your humiliation each day for the rest of your life, no matter how unnaturally long that may be.
Those words were what really kept her awake at night. She tossed and turned, feeling guilty that she had supported the Archpriestess, and by extension, all of her evil, for so many decades. Guilty that she would be forced to turn on her mistress the moment she awoke from her coma, and begin to enforce the bizarre punishment. But there was something worse, something that made her feel irreparably sullied. The arousal she experienced each time she imagined it - the concept of an indefinitely recurring, sexual punishment.
As a result of her mastery of the dimensional works, Linarei did not age. She could no longer use her abilities, but their understanding was that her eternal youth - her frozen aging process - was a permanent change that could not be reversed. After all, she had likewise frozen the aging process on many of her retainers, including the Primordial paladins. Filipia herself had been on the favourable side of 40 years of age when she had been granted endless life. She was an incredibly strong woman of notable beauty, though she had never recognised the latter until more recently.
Nowadays, she dressed to flatter her feminine curves. Presently she was rocking a fine fitted tunic, and skin-tight leggings. She brushed and oiled her long dark hair, and she painted her lips a bold shade of red. Aside from building her own self confidence, she had allowed herself hope that she may yet experience love. Unfortunately, the target of her affections - her mentor and oldest companion - the knight-general Dencule Designation Einer - had yet to acknowledge the new Filipia for her appeal as a woman. But that was ok. For even suffering from unrequited love put her in a happier place than the confused, sexually repressed Filipia of just a couple of months ago.
It was now 5 weeks since Filipia's personal transformation, and the former Archpriestess had finally woken from her strange coma. Filipia had served as a familiar face to greet her, the bearer of bad news, and chaperone on her first day of punishment. She had determined that this would be a terrible ordeal for herself. So, why was she so drawn in by the... 'action'?
She recalled the nights tossing and turning in bed as she had been unable to stray her mind from speculating on this moment. She hadn't been able to stop fantasising about it, picturing how such a scene would play out. She would think to herself, well, the concept is intriguing, but when it happens for real it will be truly awful. Sleep eluded her, and she became frustrated that she could not quell her shameful thoughts.
But that isn't the whole truth, is it?
No. The true cause of her frustration came from within. Something that also explained the warm honey she felt between her thighs as they sawed together during the quiet hours of her nocturnal anguish. She had tried to ignore it, had tried to convince herself that she harboured nothing but fear and condemnation towards Linarei's sentence.
In the present, Filipia stood perfectly still and watched. She could no longer deny her truth. At no point thus far had she felt upset or disgusted by what she witnessed. If anything, her reaction to the scene was much like in her fantasies.
She had watched as the haphazardly matched couple had struggled through a long, one sided kiss, until a sharp slap to his face had put an end to that. She watched as the man, Barus, had taken off his tunic to reveal a broad, heavily muscled body covered in more scars than the most battle hardened Primordial Paladins. She watched him pin down his prey and toy with her. He tickled her, releasing a torrent of genuine laughter that Filipia had never heard from her mistress before. He tickled the poor girl until she lost all control and drenched the bed sheets about her.
Her jaw had dropped when he released one of Linarei's large breasts from her skimpy white shift - the only item of clothing she wore. The things he did to his victim made her cry, but also moan. He had pinched her, and even from her poor vantage point at least 10 metres away, Filipia had been surprised by the amount of swelling she saw manifest in the girl's bright pink nipple. That had been her first clue that her charge was somehow, on some level, not entirely opposed to her punishment.
And that awareness proved to be all that Filipia needed to acknowledge her true feelings regarding her mistress' special doom. "Yes," she had admitted out loud. "I need to see this. I want to see it."
From then on, it had been easy for the knight to accept her own body's response to the spectacle. Barus' teasing play on his victim's breast had continued, and Filipia shared in her sensations to a degree, for her bra suddenly felt too tight and scratchy against her own nipples. She was incredibly embarrassed for Linarei when the helpless girl's legs were spread wide, her private areas put under heated scrutiny. Embarrassed, and near breathless with heady anticipation. When Barus finally pulled his enormous penis out of his pants, the two women had gasped in unison.
And that's when things got
really
interesting. Linarei had fought back by targeting his most obvious weak point, and Filipia's excitement doubled. At first she thought it was the warrior in her, appreciating the efficacy of the slight girl's attack, but she now knew it was something else. There had to be a reason she envied Linarei for having felt that man meat in her hands, though, personally, she had little enthusiasm for raking it with her fingernails.
But she did imagine what it might be like to squeeze that enormous penis. To squeeze him
so
hard.
Perhaps I'm the perverted one in the end.
Such were her thoughts, but she was quickly learning to let go of all her shame. Yes - she would satisfy the taboo curiosities that had plagued her conscience for weeks, and permit herself the erotic feast that was upon her.
