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Armor-Clad Authority

A devious housemaid decides to tempt fate and see if the animated armor that has caught her eye feels the same way about her. Fem Reader X Masc Animated Armor

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The pitter patter of rain was all you could hear as you made your way down the hallway. Only the light of the candle in your hand and the occasional flash of lightning piercing through the windows could guide you through the dreary labyrinth that was the castle you worked in. The floors and walls were immaculately cleaned as you finished yet another day of dusting, sweeping, and wiping.

The castle’s master was strict about his policy of enforcing a curfew for all residents as well as staff. No one was to be out and about at this hour or they would be reprimanded in one way or another.

That was what you were counting on.

The rumbling of the storm was interrupted by something else. One of plated metal boots making their way across the carpeted floors. The sound drew closer and closer and you could feel a sense of warmth build up in your chest. You tightened your grip on the hem of your maid’s uniform as you knew who those very boots belonged to.

Soon enough, he rounded a corner and came into view.

To anyone else, he was just an animated suit of armor with little else aside from the arcane rune within him to indicate that he bore any sort of sentience. The torch in his hand as well as the shortsword sheathed on his back was enough to tell anyone that he existed in this space for duty, vigilance, and little else.

You had a completely separate reason for why he was here.

“Good evening, Greschel.” you said. Your voice barely above a whisper for fear of attracting anymore attention. “What brings you to these parts at this hour?”

“I was about to ask you something similar”, he replied. His voice rang with that same sort of metallic hum complimented by an air of authority.

“Oh, I was just…” you trailed off. In your eagerness to see him again, you had yet to think much else to do once you had actually met up with him.

“Skulking around the castle again”. He drew closer. The empty helmet sitting atop his shoulders glowed with an intense orange hue that signified where his “eyes” would be. “And at such an odd time, as well. You and I both know that you should be nowhere else but in your quarters. So why are you out and about?”

You knew that you should speak up but the words failed to come to you. The more you looked deep into the light that emanated from visor, the less possible it became for you to form any coherent thought. You stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity before he spoke up once more.

“If I were a betting man, I would wager that you were up to something nefarious.” He stepped closer until his gleaming steel torso was mere inches away from your bosom. “That is… unless you were trying to catch my attention for some other reason.”

“Oh, what ever could you mean, Greschel”, you enquired. Your hand found its way upon his breastplate. The cold steel sent a chill up your spine. Your own warmth began to transfer onto his chest and wash away any and all of the icy feeling that lay upon his body.

“I think you know what I mean. Time and time again I see you waltzing up and down these hallways at the most unusual of times”. You felt his gauntlet lay itself upon the small of your back and crawl up to the nape of your neck. He scratched just beneath your hairline gently enough to not leave any sort of mark. “And each time it seems as though your routine matches up with mine. Funny how we always seem to run into one another. Wouldn’t you say?”

The candle in your hand began to lose more and more of its wick as the conversation went on. At several points you felt the hot droplets of wax fall onto your fingers and harden within seconds. “Maybe it is simply a stroke of coincidence, sir”.

“In any other context I would agree with you”. His hand wormed its way in front of you and his index finger creeped up and behind your collar until the back of it was just barely grazing your throat. “But I do not believe in mere patterns, dear maid”, he said as he yanked on the fabric around your neck and closed the distance between your face and his. “So do tell me, what it is you want or I will have to take matters into my own hands.”

You kept silent yet again. You knew that no words would give him the answer that he wanted but you were not about to ruin what you had been anticipating for so long. You merely responded to his accusation with a coy smile as the light from your own candle finally died out.

“No defense, I see. Very well. We shall do things my way, then. He released you from his grasp before gently grabbing one of your shoulders. “Turn around and do exactly as I say”, he commanded. Anxiety and dread would have filled your mind had the order come from anyone else. You knew what sort of treatment to expect from Greschel, however. You knew that he would never let any sort of harm come to you.

Without hesitation, you spun around and faced the direction opposite to him. As you were, he had no way of seeing you biting your own lip.

“Now, dear maid. Put your hands behind your back. Wrist-to-wrist.”

You did as ordered. Before you could question any further, you felt the distinctive feeling of silken rope run across your hands. You felt him bind your wrists to each other and tighten the knot so as to assure that you wouldn’t be getting loose any time soon.

“Give them a test.”

“W-what?”

He again grabbed you by the collar. This time with much more force but not enough to deprive you of any air. “Test the knots. Squirm.”

You tried to move your wrists as he commanded only to find that the ropes gave little room for such a thing. Still, a part of you knew that he could do better. And you were willing to try anything to get him to do just that.

“It could be tighter. If you aren’t careful, sir, I could be out of this in no time at all.”

Silence engulfed the two of you. Only the storm gave any sort of levity to the awkward quiet that permeated within the hallway. You waited for his response only to be met with nothing but nature’s choir once more. Anxiety began to well up within you as you wondered what he could have possibly been doing behind you. Were your words hurtful to him? Did your critique wound his pride so easily? Was he just admiring your partially bound form?

Was he toying with you?

You weren’t sure why you did what you did next. Whether it was out of curiosity or just a means of ending this agonizing waiting period, you may never know. No matter the reason, you spun around to face him only to once again feel his metal grip tighten on your arm.

“If you say so. I can’t have you running loose again, now can I?”

You held still for a moment before nodding.

You felt more ropes graze your skin. He loosened the knots around your wrists only to grab hold of them and position your forearms so that one lay atop the other. Before he continued, you noticed him go still for a while until he spoke up.

“You have been rather talkative tonight, haven’t you?”

A newfound sensation of befuddlement took root within you. “Is there something wrong with that”, you asked.

“Normally, no. You have a lovely voice, my dear maid. But you are already in enough trouble as it is, and I would hate to see you punished further for waking anyone.”

You felt his fingers dig under one of the elbow-length gloves that was a standard piece of your uniform. He pinched a fold and slid it off with a purposefully slow pace. He gave you no time to ask anything further before he presented the balled-up fabric right in front of you.

“This should solve both problems. You won’t be able to make enough noise to awaken anyone and I still get to hear you moan.”

You gasped and the glove was stuffed into your mouth as soon as your lips parted. You knew that the single piece of fabric alone would not nearly be enough to keep you quiet. You knew that he had more planned for you and you couldn’t wait. The second glove found its way off of your arm and into the corners of your mouth until white fabric stuffing was sticking out from between your teeth. You could have easily pushed the stuffing out with your tongue but you dared not to defy him. Not when you had been waiting for this for so long.

More ropes bound your forearms to one another forming a strict box tie along your back. Greschel brought more ropes to you as two more pairs went up and around your chest. Then each rope was looped in between your breasts drawing as much attention to them as possible. You did your best to stifle a pleasured moan but to little avail.

“Do not worry”, he chuckled. “There is plenty more where that came from.”

The frigid metal of his hands found their way to your waist. With one arm, he hoisted you into the air just enough to leave your feet dangling a few inches from the floor. He held you in place as he unbuckled your heels and carefully set them aside. You felt no rope at that point. Just his fingers delicately trailing down your legs until he grabbed ahold of your kneesock. He slid it off along with the other and maneuvered it between your teeth, sealing the gag in your mouth with no hope of removing it alone. The other was tied around your eyes, sealing you in complete blissful darkness after he set you back on your feet.

Every part of you wanted to collapse into his arms and just let him take you away. Whether to your room or some unknown dungeon hidden within the castle walls didn’t matter. As long as you were in his grasp. But you knew that such things would have to wait. You knew that he was far from finished yet.

Your lack of sight granted your hearing with much more sensitivity. The sounds of the storm became apparent once more but you could feel him inch ever closer to your head. You figured that if he were made of flesh and blood, you could feel his breath caress the side of your face.

“Kneel”, he whispered. His voice barely louder than a murmur still felt like a command that could never be ignored. You did so accordingly. The soft rug beneath you was a welcome feeling to your knees after being on your feet for the better part of the day.

You felt his hand race across your back as his fingers found purchase beneath the ropes that bound your arms together. “Dear maid”, he began. “Before I continue any further, I just need to assure something. If you find yourself uncomfortable or unable to bear your restraints, you need only to say my name. Muffled as it will be, I can still recognize it. Is that clear?”

“Grrrfffmmm”, you mewled.

He wasted no time in removing the blindfold and gag. Before he could even do so much as touch your bindings, you fell back and let him catch you. “Greschel… Had I not wanted this, would I not have objected sooner?”

He stared agape at you. His head cocked to the side like that of a curious dog and you felt him gently lift your body up towards his face. “I’m grateful for your concern, my dear sentinel…”. You brushed your foot along the metal of his shin plate. “But I still have my legs free to use as I wish. What is to stop me from simply running away even as restrained as I am”, you purred.

His gauntlet found its way to your neck. He took your chin in his iron grasp and directed your face to look toward his own. “I will admit, I had not considered that. Thank you for calling it to my attention”.

“My plea-MMMPPPPPFFF”

He cut you off by shoving the gag back into place and tying it back on with an even tighter knot than before. The blindfold soon followed with the same sort of effort plunging you back into complete darkness. Once more you were at his mercy and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He gently laid you down on the floor face down. You could make out the smell of the familiar rug beneath you and were thankful that you had taken the time to clean it earlier in the day. More ropes found their way to your ankles. He tied them together and knotted them off with considerably more rope than he had used on your arms.

“Hmmmfff?”

You immediately felt a pull on the back of your chest harness. Greschel lifted you up by the torso and whispered into your ear. “Your questions will have to wait. For now, just be still and try not to make my job too difficult.”

You wouldn’t be having any of that. As soon as he let you back down to the floor, you began to wriggle and writhe as though any of that would actually let you loose. He let you thrash about for a minute or so until you felt another pull. This time it was your ankles being grabbed and hoisted into the air. You felt your skirt fall revealing your undergarments.

“Very well, then…”

Greschel pinned your legs to his torso with his forearm providing him with just enough room to continue tying you up while holding you in place. He brought another length of rope right above your hips and tied it off into a sort of belt. You tried to say something only to let loose a muffled question through the rags that filled every corner of your mouth. His next move was to loop a single rope through the front of the previous one and slowly draw it between your legs until you felt it make contact with the length right above your rear. Had your face not been pressed into the carpet, he would have been able to watch it become awash in a red hue.

You felt him pull another bit of rope along the same route but you felt no knot form. You could sense that a substantial amount of rope had actually been left over from the rear section with the loose end in his hand. Right as you were about to question his method, he said. “Maybe this will keep you entertained enough to sit still for a bit. Moan if you must but be mindful of the volume.”

“HHMMMMMmmmmphffff…”

He pulled the rope as taught as he could and you felt it dig deeply into your panties. You did your best to keep as quiet as asked but again, you disobeyed him. The gag in your mouth did little to stifle your pleasured scream.Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your breathing became more and more labored. The flickering heat that had been building up in your chest erupted into a blazing fire and soon all you could think of was the crotch rope that wouldn’t let you relax any time soon.

Any and all thoughts on what exactly Greschel was doing were impeded by the feeling between your legs. You began to hump the rope in order to further stimulate yourself. This was your first time experiencing a restraint so thorough but you knew you wanted even more.

You were so caught up in enjoying your newfound predicament that the sound of Greschel walking back to observe you and prepare for his next step barely registered with you.

More ropes were brought to your legs and soon enough, your thighs as well as your calves were tied together much the same way that your arms had been. The knots had become so tight that you found less room to move as it went on. Before you could try any further, you felt his hands make their way to where your ankles had been tied. He bent your legs as far as your knees would allow before again testing the bonds that made up the back of your chest harness. He fingered through the area and eventually pulled you up until your back was arching just enough for another chord to connect with your foot bindings. He finished another series of knots putting you into a strict hogtie.

You lay there trussed up as you were. Unable to move save for the occasional wiggle of your fingers. Right as you were about to enquire further about your position. You felt Greschel grab hold of the ropes connecting your back harness to your ankles and hoist you into the air. The bindings all over your body dug into your skin as the sudden pull made them all the more tight.

You tested your bonds once more and found yourself swaying a bit in the air. Then you heard the soft metal clanging of Greschels boots walking. “This should keep you from mulling about at unnecessary hours. Now tell me, my dear maid. Where would you rather be taken to? Your quarters or perhaps mine?”

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