Abuse Of Power

"I told you to remove your armor, girl!"

He growled at her, his axe gleamed in the brightly lit chamber as he brought it up. She whimpered at the sight of his... it was huge, and with it, he could more than likely cleave her in half. But still, she didn't want to... she didn't want to give into him. But what choice did she have? He was her commander, she was a loyal soldier... she had a duty to Grado and to him, to obey his orders...

So, she did as he commanded. Her little hands trembled as she began to remove piece after piece of her armor, beginning with the armor attached to the belt around her slender waist. It made a dull clanking noise as it fell off her body, causing his eyes and ears to perk up. More and more of her armor fell to the stone floor, her shoulder guards, the heart shaped red plate over her chest with a white top... and then, finally, the base chest plate itself.

He looked at her slender young form with leering eyes and she trembled. She was scared of him, this beast of a man... he was vicious and cruel, totally without conscience. His eyes roamed her body, from the tops of her thigh high boots, her uncovered little thighs leading up to her short, frilly white skirt... and then further up. Her slender little waistline hidden beneath her tight, red top, her flat little stomach...

He paused at her chest, examining it. She blushed a bright red, her little hands tried to cover the sight of her supple, still growing breasts pressing the material of her top outwards, showing to the world that she was, in-fact, a woman. He growls at her, then pulled her hands away, making her whimper ever louder. He kept one of her hands in his own and applied pressure, just enough to let her know that he means business.

Placing his axe down, next to what the other soldier's sarcastically referred to as "Lord Fatasses Iron Reinforced Throne", he grabs a hold of the red fabric. Taking a deep breath, he closes her eyes, her little body trembling more and more, knowing full well that he's going to rip it from her chest. The very thought of being exposed in such a way, to him, to be so open to his own devices is enough to bring tears to her eyes.

He smirks upon seeing a few tears roll down her bright red cheeks, he gets a sick, twisted sense of pleasure out of seeing such a thing. He licks his lips in anticipation, and then, swiftly, he pulls his hand down, ribbing the fabric apart, revealing her supple little breasts, her nipples reacting instantly to the cold air by growing hard.

"Comma-"

She starts, to beg him to let her go, but he bellows at the very sound of her voice;

"Master! You will refer to me as Master!"


"Show my dick some attention, you little whore!"

He forces her down his body, dropping to her knees. She looks at his immense shaft, her cheeks growing ever more red, gasping as he pushes her face against it, making her rub her cheek over it. Pard of her wants to moan, to take a hold of it, to do all kinds of things... but that part is pushed down hard and fast as she remembers that she's being basically raped and molested.

If she gave in, then basically everything he said about her would be true.