Nathaniel moaned aloud, not even trying to hide how the pair's sweet torments effected him now. Cynthia's silken words caressed his nibbled-on ear and proved every bit as stimulating as even the most sensuous of the Lentani dominatrix's touches. Compliant...willing...yes, her praise, her apparent interest in this caused his rock-hard shaft to throb in her grip even before Cynthia's fingers tightened their hold around his almost painfully overstimulated rod.
It was almost enough to make him forget the circumstances behind this...introduction to bondage.
The ropes creaked again as the young man writhed in tortured ecstasy, yet he almost exhaled a sigh of relief when Cynthia proved willing to humor him. It was short lived, though. Claire and Cynthia were quickly establishing themselves as masters at keeping him on edge, both physically and mentally. There were a handful of memories Nathaniel was less inclined to freely share with the fair-featured maid, some of a sensitive nature, and others he was earnestly concerned might harm her to experience. The point was moot, however, as Claire and Cynthia's cunning ministrations made erecting any sort of psychic defense, much less one as specific as he would have preferred, nigh-impossible. The sensual rather than coldly clinical sensation of the maid's link with his mind made it completely so.
She was free to raid his mental treasure vault, and Claire seemed to be doing so with gusto. The sensual pain and agonizing pleasure seemed especially valued prizes for his tormentress to savor, but those emotions were swiftly intermingled with others from the more lucid yet distant corners of Nathaniel's mind still clinging to rationality. Her jealousy was met with feelings of surprise, curiosity, and perhaps even...concern.
*SNAP*
"Mmmph..." The pain of Nathaniel's landing and the sensation of his arms being roughly seize and rebound behind him faded almost instantly as Claire's lips locked against his. The young Brightland's eyes widened in shock and then apprehension. It wasn't long before those feelings were once again buried beneath a crushing wave of lust as the maid's tongue laid claim to his with sensual efficiency while Cynthia drew his new bindings tight and forced him into a proper kneel.
His chestnut eyes were drawn to Clare's moist snatch as if hypnotized. The reddened, throbbing head of his cock was capped off with a single glistening drop of pre-cum as Cynthia guided it over the soft flesh of her servant and co-interrogator.
"Primarily a scouting and surveying force. The fort was meant to help safeguard future farms once some exotic crops were discovered in our expeditions through the forest. Two groups of natives so far. Forest Folk are humanoid squirrels, extremely adept at moving and fighting undetected through the forest. Negotiated a trade agreement with them: metal tools for their exquisite silks. The Gifted assassin made a show of killing their leader. Their warchief wants to see us all confined to the coast and their council is in a deadlock over whether to honor our agreement,"
Nathaniel had to pause to suck in more air. His words were rapid and breathless as one would expect from a young man being teased to his physical and mental limits. Yet he was actually pressing back against Cynthia's foot, trying to keep his manhood away from Claire's inviting cunt. A glance at his face or a brush against his mind would have explained why in an instant. Apprehension and concern were holding their own in a battle with the lust the pair so masterfully wielded to cloud his mind. Claire craved the touch of her mistress? At best, Nathaniel himself seemed to be a way for her to vicariously satisfy her urges? The gentleman in him was fighting tooth and nail to stop him from violating a semi-unwilling partner, even one who had been eagerly violating him mere seconds ago at her mistress's command. Perhaps some would have considered it laughable to think there was anything gentlemanly about being stripped, bound, and teased until every lean muscle seemed to quiver with desperate desire, but what was the point of such ideals if they were discarded the moment things, certain body parts included, grew hard?
Nathaniel's body was vulnerable to such sensual assaults, perhaps exceptionally so given his relative inexperience and newly discovered taste for erotic domination, but his will was strong enough to contest with it. At least Cynthia could be reasonably certain the young Brightland was taking this potential alliance and the sharing of information seriously rather than "merely" caving to her interrogation?
"The other group are the Hillfolk. Also humanoids with animalistic features. Very strong, very durable. Ones we met live in a cave system and are on better terms with us. Leaders are another gifted individual, renegade of the Syndicate and the assassin's target before I killed her, who helped me stabilize my power before it destroyed me, and a warchief who is wary of us but hopeful. Sophisticated stoneworkers and possibly similarly talented blacksmiths. Didn't get a chance to see more than one workshop. Complications: deep distrust between Hill Folk and Forest Folk. The assassin wanted to start a race war between them to weaken both for future conquest. Don't know the origins, but there may be more savage off-shoots of the Hillfolk somewhere on this continent."