Subjugating the Female General (33)
"Mother!! Don't!! Please don't do this!!"
Arisa screamed, still pinned in the grip of an enemy knight. Tears streamed down her face at the thought that her own mistake had brought her mother to this.
Watching her daughter, Teresa felt only a fiercer resolve to protect her.
"I'll do whatever you ask... just please, spare my daughter. You know Arisa hasn't done anything wrong..."
On her knees, Teresa crawled forward and clung to Duke Silvestri's pant leg. The woman he had once yearned for was now naked before him, kneeling, begging — and he felt his cock swell, stiff and aching.
"Heh heh heh. Then why don't you climb up on that table and masturbate for me?"
At Duke Silvestri's words, Teresa pushed herself to her feet. Even under Arisa's despairing gaze, there was nothing else she could do. Humiliation? Shame? She would swallow all of it if it meant saving her child. Believing Adrian already lost, she had to keep Arisa alive at any cost.
The brilliant glory of the past had long since set. She had first tasted the word ruin the moment the servants fled with the household fortune. She had no choice now but to endure Duke Silvestri's lecherous stare and the knights' mocking smiles alike.
As she lifted her leg to climb onto the table, her most intimate place came fully into view. Teresa was aware of it — but with far more degrading acts still ahead of her, she had no energy left to care. Once she was fully on the table, she turned so that Duke Silvestri could see her clearly and spread her legs. Then she took her own labia between her fingers and began to slowly circle and stroke them.
She was a woman, after all. After her husband's death, she had sometimes tended to her own desires in secret, so the motions themselves were not unfamiliar. But doing it here, in front of everyone — that was a first. And so her body refused to catch fire the way she needed it to.
"You're supposed to moan while you do it. This is pretty dull, isn't it?"
At Duke Silvestri's words, Teresa used her other hand to rub her breasts, forcing herself to put more into it. Faking moans when she felt nothing was even more humiliating. Better to forget everything and actually masturbate, she decided. Perhaps that was why — to her own surprise — wetness began to slowly seep from within her. She had already climaxed once on Duke Silvestri's hand. Reaching that peak again was not, in truth, a difficult thing.
"Mmmhh..."
Watching that once-chaste woman spread her legs and pleasure herself before him, Duke Silvestri's heart hammered in his chest.
"Oh... that's it..."
Whether he spoke or not, Teresa's fingers moved faster and faster. It was an ironic thing — concentrating harder just to end this humiliating moment sooner.
"Haaahh... haaang... ahhnn..."
As she neared climax, her thighs clenched together, hiding the inside of her pussy from view — but that hardly mattered. The sight of Teresa writhing, bringing herself to orgasm, was breathtakingly beautiful and erotic. At last her body shuddered violently as she came. Even the way she lay on the table afterward, catching her breath, radiated sensuality.
A moment later she sat up and spoke.
"That's enough, isn't it? Let Arisa go."
Duke Silvestri smirked at her demand.
"I don't believe that was the end of my demands."
Teresa's brow furrowed. She understood exactly what he meant. There was no reason to hesitate. She had already masturbated in front of them. There was nothing left to be ashamed of.
She climbed down from the table and walked toward Duke Silvestri. Then she knelt before him and pulled down his trousers. An angry, throbbing cock sprang free in front of her face, dripping with pre-cum. It had been at full mast, leaking steadily, from the moment he first laid eyes on Teresa's naked body.
Teresa's brow wrinkled at the rank smell. In the end she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The sight nearly made Duke Silvestri come on the spot.
"Huuuh... huuuh..."
He had to take deep breaths just to keep himself from finishing. He had toyed with countless women, rolled through every kind of debauchery — and yet standing before Teresa, he felt like a teenage boy all over again.
Teresa's lips parted and slowly swallowed Duke Silvestri's cock. Her warm, pleasant tongue coiled around his shaft. It wasn't a skilled blowjob — but the mere fact that Teresa was sucking his cock had already pushed him to the peak of arousal, and the stimulation was overwhelming.
"Ghhhk... yes... nghhh..."
Teresa felt the cock twitching inside her mouth and kept moving her lips. She had never once done this for her husband Leon. She had never dreamed she would do it at all. Within minutes, Duke Silvestri unloaded his semen into Teresa's mouth.
"Mmph!!"
Teresa spat the semen that had flooded her mouth onto the floor. It was a natural reaction — the sudden rush of cum into her mouth.
"What do you think you're doing? Spitting out my semen?"
"What, you expect me to swallow it? Are you insane?"
"Heh heh... Fine. You won't swallow it? Then I'll have your daughter do it instead. Boys."
The moment Duke Silvestri brought up Arisa again, Teresa panicked. She finally understood. As long as her daughter was a hostage, she had been reduced to a woman who would do whatever this man commanded.
"W-wait. I'll do it. I'll do whatever you say — just don't touch my daughter."
"You should have said that from the start. But you'll still be punished for talking back. Lick up the semen you spat out. With your mouth."
"W-what did you say?"
Teresa's eyes went wide at Duke Silvestri's outrageous demand. He was telling her to lick the floor like a dog.
"The lady of House Wendelin doesn't seem to like that idea. Of course not. Licking the floor like a bitch... well. I've told you more than once — you don't have to do it. There's always someone else who will."
Duke Silvestri turned without hesitation toward Arisa. She thrashed as he walked toward her, but she was already restrained, unable to move.
"You really are beautiful, just like your mother. You don't look as fierce as your older sisters, either. I think I'd enjoy breaking you in."
"I'll do it! I'll do it! Please, let me do it!"
Teresa begged, too late.
"Too late. Just remember — the more you resist me, the worse your punishment will get."
And with that, he grabbed Arisa's breast. Arisa's breasts were enormous as well. Typical inheritance.
"Kyaah!"
A shrill cry tore from her throat the instant a man's hand touched her chest.
"Hmm... the feel of them is outstanding, too. And that face... oh. Now that I look at you, you're the spitting image of your mother when she was young. You look just like she did when I proposed to her."
Unlike Adrian, who carried traces of their father Leon, Arisa was the spitting image of Teresa in her youth.
"Don't!! I'll do it. I'll do anything you tell me to... please, don't touch her. I'm begging you."
Teresa clung to Duke Silvestri, weeping, pleading. Then she rushed back to the spot where she had spat his semen and licked the floor in a frenzy.
"I did it. I ate it all. Please, forgive me."
There she was, prostrate on the floor, begging for forgiveness.
"Hmm... what would it take to soothe this anger of mine?"
Duke Silvestri pretended to ponder. Teresa lay back and spread her pussy open with her fingers.
"Here... please put your cock in here. I'm begging you."
She pleaded with Silvestri in the most lewd pose imaginable. When he still didn't move, she flipped onto her stomach, raised her ass, spread her pussy, and wagged her hips.
"I'll be your bitch. I'll do anything you tell me to. Please, just let my daughter go."
Duke Silvestri hadn't expected her to beg this far. A deep, satisfied smile spread across his face — a thoroughly pleased smile.
Once I'm done with this woman, I'll take the daughter too. No need to make her any more desperate.
With that filthy thought in mind, he gripped his re-hardening cock and approached Teresa. He laid a hand on her ass and spoke.
"You'll really be my bitch?"
"Yes. I will."
"Then you'd better start with the proper titles. What am I to you?"
"M-Master."
"Hahahaha! And what are you to me?"
"I am Master's bitch."
Teresa answered Duke Silvestri's words with the resignation of a woman who had given up.
"Good. Then bark like a dog every time I thrust into you. Understood?"
"Woof! Woof!!"
"Puhahahaha! I've been waiting for this day. The day I make every last part of you mine."
Duke Silvestri laughed loudly, a man who had finally claimed the woman he truly wanted.
That was when the noise started outside.
"What's that? Go find out."
As the commotion grew, Duke Silvestri spoke to one of the knights beside him.
"Yes, my lord."
The knight bowed and was just about to step through the door when it slammed open and someone burst inside.
It was Adrian — the one they had all believed was dead.