Rachel Elizabeth Dare is a sex goddess

When I woke up, I saw Rachel's face. I felt her breasts against my chest, and could feel my cock pressed between us. She was still dozing, and I licked my lips, feeling the blood rush... down there. I leaned into her, feeling her breath against my cheek, and licked her lips, parting them slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, and I could feel her fingers run up my sides and tangle in my hair. She kissed me back, becoming a bit more aggressive, but I remembered our sex earlier, and wasn't about to let her take control again. I got up, my cock erect and yearning for her dripping pussy. She whined, glaring at me as I helped her up. I blindfolded her with my shirt, and gagged her with her damp thong. She didn't try to fight back, which was nice, and confirmed my suspicions that she was as excited about our sex as I was.

I led her to a nearby tree, and using the rest of our clothing, I bound her there. She squirmed, but it was too late for her to escape. She was mine now, to use for whatever I wanted.

"Are you ready?" I whispered in her ear as I stroked her nipples. She shuddered, and nodded her consent.
"Good," I whispered, and snatching my belt, I snapped it loudly. She flinched and I smacked her ass, leaving a long red welt. She wiggled around, moaning and making little high pitched noises in her throat. I smacked her ass again and yelled, "Count for me, you bitch!" She whimpered, and let out a muffled "Two."

"What was that?" I muttered, fingering her lightly.
"Two," she whispered, and tried to grind against my fingers, but I took them away before she could get off.
Picking the belt up again, I continued to spank her, hearing her muffled numbers and her hiccups as she began to cry, the tears welling up under the t-shirt. After 20, I dropped the belt, walking up to her and massaging her buttocks and fingering her, hearing her moan and feeling her grind on me. This time I let her, holding her stomach to me and pulling out my fingers just before her orgasm. She cried out, rolling her hips out to try and get more, but I stepped back.
"This is what we do to you Greek cunts," I whispered, and shoved my throbbing cock into her, pounding hard until she came, and pulling out and coming on her back. By this point, the sun was starting to set, and her hair was glinting in the dying light. I laid back and admired my handy work, smiling at the way my cum made her back glisten, I yawned, and spread out my cloak to sleep. She whimpered and tried to say something, but I smirked. She could stay up there all night, and in the morning she would be mine to toy with again.

Notes

Anyway, Octavian exerts his force and gets out some of his frustration on his puppet girl. Who knows what will happen in the next chapter ;)