Any thoughts that this might be easy are quickly dashed as Éowyn fights against AM with all her might. Her legs are certainly strong - well-trained and sculpted. Plus, with the adrenaline from being captured, her body will exert more strength... So those few seconds where her ankles are free have proven to be less than ideal.
As soon as he lets up on one foot, it flies up and hits him in the side as he starts kneeling, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Perhaps it's because he has a robotic endoskeleton that he isn't as affected as he should be by that kick, or perhaps it missed a vital area. Still, he growls and snatches that ankle, wrapping the chain around and strapping it to the chair leg.
The other ankle, when temporarily freed, does end up connecting with AM's face, and he reels back, hand over his nose to stem the slow bloodflow. Still, with his other hand automatically grabbing at the ankle, he's able to hold her back for that short while as he gets his bearings, feeling his head spin for just a few moments.
He growls in fury then, glaring up at her with bright red eyes that match the color of blood dripping out of his nose. He doesn't need to say anything, as his anger is reflected purely in the harsh tightness with which that ankle is wrapped.
But still... Once that's done, he finally has her. She is chained to that chair completely, and just to make sure, he attaches a heavy lock to it. Sure, it is possible she could escape from it, as anything is possible, but the room will be locked when he leaves. However... he's not going to leave just yet. He has to play with his new submissive first.
"You know, my dear, it violates our contract if you kick me like that!" Truth be told, any contract that was signed was absolutely bare bones if at all, given that Éowyn was bought from the public square. He stands up and wipes away the blood from his mouth with a sleeve before putting his hands down on the sides of the chair to lean over her.
With a much softer tone, he says, "Then again... You would probably rather be at the People Zoo than here, wouldn't you?" He knows that she's trying to stay strong, to not break. It's obvious. And that's why he's going to enjoy what he does to her.
So to bask in the joy of having a fully captive submissive, he slowly runs a hand down her hair, twirling a curl around a finger as it traces down, and then comes to cup one of her breasts. He squeezes it just briefly before his hand traces down again over her soft flesh, down over the belly, then between her spread legs. Two of his fingers trace between her folds, gliding over the clit and below, briefly inserting themselves inside of her.
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Date: 2020-02-11 04:54 am (UTC)As soon as he lets up on one foot, it flies up and hits him in the side as he starts kneeling, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Perhaps it's because he has a robotic endoskeleton that he isn't as affected as he should be by that kick, or perhaps it missed a vital area. Still, he growls and snatches that ankle, wrapping the chain around and strapping it to the chair leg.
The other ankle, when temporarily freed, does end up connecting with AM's face, and he reels back, hand over his nose to stem the slow bloodflow. Still, with his other hand automatically grabbing at the ankle, he's able to hold her back for that short while as he gets his bearings, feeling his head spin for just a few moments.
He growls in fury then, glaring up at her with bright red eyes that match the color of blood dripping out of his nose. He doesn't need to say anything, as his anger is reflected purely in the harsh tightness with which that ankle is wrapped.
But still... Once that's done, he finally has her. She is chained to that chair completely, and just to make sure, he attaches a heavy lock to it. Sure, it is possible she could escape from it, as anything is possible, but the room will be locked when he leaves. However... he's not going to leave just yet. He has to play with his new submissive first.
"You know, my dear, it violates our contract if you kick me like that!" Truth be told, any contract that was signed was absolutely bare bones if at all, given that Éowyn was bought from the public square. He stands up and wipes away the blood from his mouth with a sleeve before putting his hands down on the sides of the chair to lean over her.
With a much softer tone, he says, "Then again... You would probably rather be at the People Zoo than here, wouldn't you?" He knows that she's trying to stay strong, to not break. It's obvious. And that's why he's going to enjoy what he does to her.
So to bask in the joy of having a fully captive submissive, he slowly runs a hand down her hair, twirling a curl around a finger as it traces down, and then comes to cup one of her breasts. He squeezes it just briefly before his hand traces down again over her soft flesh, down over the belly, then between her spread legs. Two of his fingers trace between her folds, gliding over the clit and below, briefly inserting themselves inside of her.