#spectrezhulik

The torment begins again, and Cassandra no longer has the strength to stifle her screams as the quirt strikes her already-tender ass, her body jerking with each lash. What Cassandra can no longer determine is if she is moving away from or into the pain. One well-aimed stroke pushes at the ginger-root plug in her ass, and she gasps as her nerves light up, sensation coursing through her.

“We begin again,” the Ben-Hassrath reeducator says with a cruel smile.

Just like that, it begins again: the slow, steady fucking of her aching cunt, each thrust poison and balm all at once. The reeducator’s talented fingers strum her clit like a bard does a guitar, wrenching screams from Cassandra’s unwilling mouth.

“Not much longer now, I think,” the reeducator remarks. “Do you feel the truth of the Qun penetrate your mind, baas?” At the word penetrate, the reeducator adds an extra thrust, and Cassandra’s thoughts scatter like ashes.

So close now, so close, she is broken, she is well and truly fucked, she is lost, she–

“I submit!” Cassandra cries. “I submit to the Qun!”

Stars burst beneath her eyelids and screams tear from her throat as her long-denied orgasm finally crashes through her. Her limbs shake as pleasure floods her brain with such intensity she can barely process the sensation but all she craves is more. She is lost, wanton, trading her place at the Maker’s side for base pleasure.

Somewhere along the line she is unshackled, her trembling limbs are swathed in blankets as she’s cradled in Adaar’s strong arms. They hold her securely as any chain, and Cassandra drifts, her mind in twilight for what seems an eternity. Slowly, the fog clears and real thoughts can be picked from the miasma, one more clearly than the others. "How long did I last?“ she finally asks.

"Nearly three hours.” Adaar replies. “I was running out of ideas, even with that list Bull gave me.”

“I could tell. The ‘truth of the Qun penetrating my mind’?” Cassandra chuckles. “Reminds me of Varric’s smutty books.”

“Well I’m not exactly well-versed in the Qun,” Adaar admits. “I still can’t believe you suggested 'conversion to the Qun’ roleplay.”

From her blanket burrow, Adaar feels Cassandra shrug. “I thought the point of roleplay was to try things that would never happen in real life.”