Failed Mission (open to one creative and dominant male)

[Sweet_Denna]

OOC: Being a sucker for the villain Darken Rahl from legend of the seeker, i would love to start a thread very loosely based on the tv show, and with a much kinkier twist. So - what i need is a very creative and very dominant male player taking on the role of Darken Rahl (a gorgeous and vicious magician, for all those who do not know him) who loves a good plot and who dislikes unimaginative one-liners as much as me.
Enjoy!

IC: Sophie swallowed hard. She had failed her mission, she had not been able to capture the rebellious bastard that a growing and misguided part of the country now called "a hero". She had failed her master.
Her large green eyes were glued to the wooden door behind which she knew Darken Rahl, the D'Haran lord and now ruler of the three territories, was waiting for her. As a Mord'Sith, it was usually her who inspired terror and glacial fear in others, but today, her heart was beating so frantically that she had trouble breathing in her binding leather uniform. She had seen what her master was capable of, she had experienced his terrible wrath before - but always as a smiling witness, never as the target.
Running was not an option. It would have been against all her principles, against her pride as being one of the most cruel and skilled Mord'Sith. And besides, she knew all too well that she would not be able to hide from Darken Rahl. Even now, his presence surrounded her, making her head spin and her skin tingle in terrified anticipation. Did he already know that she had failed? Did he know about her two dead sisters? Would he raise the number to three? Now, here? Her frantic thoughts were interrupted by his dark, calm voice, only slightly dampened by the thick wooden door: "Sophia. I am waiting."
She straightened her shoulders, took a deep breath and gave the guard, who had noticed her predicament and shamelessly uttered a few comforting words, an icy look. If running was impossible, begging and hoping for mercy was even less an option for Sophia. After wiping the strands of black hair, that had fallen out of her tightly pulled-back braid, out of her forehead, she pushed the shiny wooden door open to face the consequences of her stupidity.

[Erlind]

He'd invited Sophia into his private chambers. Something he didn't often do. Darken Rahl's chambers very fairly dark and quiet. The only light came from a single candle resting on a large oaken desk and a fire crackling in the fireplace. Darken Rahl sat in the hard wooden chair and watched as Sophia stood in front of the desk. Though her face showed him not a shred of emotion he could feel her fear, like a trembling rabbit hiding in the brambles from a wolf. “Sophia, will you explain to me what occurred,” he asked her calmly. It wasn't a question, but an order and he didn't need her to tell him, but the way people spoke revealed so much about them and he wanted to hear it in her words. His eyes barely moved, but his sight swept over her form. Such a lovely tool and so effective before he almost hoped he wouldn't have to dispatch of her.

[Sweet_Denna]

Sophia stood motionless in front of the desk, the flames in the fireplace throwing dancing shadows on her face. If it would not have been for the ugly cut across her left thigh and the bruise on her cheek, an onlooker might have called the scene before him peaceful, even pleasant. Even if Sophia did not allow for any facial or bodily expression to express an emotion, she had difficulties to keep her hands from trembling. Many times Darken Rahl had looked at her in a similar fashion, and every single time she had been able feel pride, strength, love. This time, his calm eyes inspired nothing but ice-cold fear in her.

“Sophia, will you explain to me what occurred.”

Words were racing through her brain, frantically. She could have thrown herself into lengthy explanations about how she had already had her hands on the throat of this bastard, but about how they had been tricked, about how they had run into a magic trap, set up by that damn wizard, with two of her Mord'Sith sisters ending up dead. About how she had been barely able to save her own skin. But standing in front of her master, the feeling that the life she had clung to so desperately was worth absolutely nothing anymore krept down her spine with frightening certainty. So all she said was: "He got away, mylord. I have failed you." Her voice did not quiver, and she did not lower her gaze. She knew very well that a "I am sorry" would be an insult to her master, and only further fuel his anger. There was no excuse she could have offered for the fact that Darken Rahl's deadliest enemy had slipped through her fingers.

[Erlind]

“That you have, Sophia, that you have.” He stood up and circled the desk. Darken Rahl slid open a drawer and removed two things he would need for tonight. The first was a simple knife. It was one piece of steel without a wooden handle and the edge was intensely sharp. The the other was also void of ornate trappings, but there was much more to this tool. It was his personal Agiel. Crafting it had taken him patience and repeated attempts to ensure it was perfect. Handling it had taken nearly a year and using it effectively without showing any sign of pain had taken years more. It was the perfect instrument of pain, capable of holding its victim on the edge of consciousness for hours if he could handle it. Darken Rahl's movements were silent almost as if it wasn't happening at all as he stood leaving his tools on the desk and moved around to Sophia's side. “Lie torso on the desk, Sophia. You may grip the edges of my desk if you wish, but you must decide now.” He gave no explanation for what was to come. It was rare he felt someone had earned the right to attempt to endure his punishment rather than simply kill them, but Sophia had earned that right.

[Sweet_Denna]

Her green eyes silently followed his every move without her face betraying her anxiety. And while her racing mind could handle the small blade he took out of the drawer, the sight of the tool that could only be an Agiel did send a shudder of panic down her spine. Whereas, as a Mord'Sith, she was used to the pain that the handling of this magical tool caused in its master, she could only guess what kind of agony it was able to cause in its victims. She could feel how her wound started to throb slightly, almost in unison with her frantic heartbeat. Sophia was almost surprised at her ability to experience such complete and numbing fear. When Darken Rahl came to stand next to her, she had to use all her willpower not to turn her head to look at him.

“Lie torso on the desk, Sophia. You may grip the edges of my desk if you wish, but you must decide now.”

"Yes, mylord." There, for a split second, her eyes met his. There had been days when she had incited satisfaction, desire, pleasure, humor, or rage, but now she was terrified at the absence of any kind of emotion in his face. It terrified her above everything else.

The leather of her uniform squeaked softly when she slowly bent her torso over the desk, as Darken Rahl had commanded. The polished wood was cool against the soft skin of her cheek, her eyes tried to find a calming hold in the flickering flames of the fireplace. When her thigh brushed against the edge of the desk, she whinced softly, almost imperceptibly. But instead of holding on to the edges of the desk, she put them palms down next to her face. She did not want him to think that she had failed her mission because she was a coward.

[Erlind]

Darken Rahl smiled to himself when she placed refused to place her hands on the edge of the desk. He picked up his knife and left the Agiel lying near her on the desk. If she struggled at all she would be in danger of touching it. He began to cut through her tight leather outfit starting with the top. “I think its clear you don't deserve this anymore,” he told her as he worked his way down. Though he was very careful, the knife slipped at one point and cut into her back a bit. He continued his work until all of her tight fitting clothes were cut away. Some of it still laid around her on the desk, but the rest of it had fallen to the floor leaving her tempting body completely bare. “Do you know why you're here? Why you got to even see my face after your failure instead of lying dead and rotting somewhere?”

[Sweet_Denna]

When Sophia felt the sharp knife slice through the leather of her uniform, her body stiffened in anticipation. She could feel the sharp blade barely touching her, and the cold steel made her shiver. At one point, Darken Rahls hand slipped, and the knife broke into her skin. One single drop of blood left a red trail on her taut back, she could feel it dripping down her side. Piece by piece the uniform fell off her slim body, and the air, chilly despite the fire, send goosebumps over her delicate white skin. His movements were careful, almost loving. When his fingers brushed against her body in the process, she had to force herself not to give in to the growing urge to beg for his forgiveness, to force him to reveal some kind of emotion. Instead, she continued to stare into the flames until the last piece of clothing had been discarded.
Despite the mind-numbing fear that clung to her throat, making it harder and harder to breathe normally, she was very aware of the degrading position that she was in, making her feel even more vulnerable. Whereas she did enjoy many varieties of physical pleasures, not being in control was something she did not like at all.

“Do you know why you're here? Why you got to even see my face after your failure instead of lying dead and rotting somewhere?”

She gritted her teeth. In her opinion, that was not an either-or decision. Her lying dead and rotting in some ditch had simply been postponed, maybe for a few hours, maybe for a few days. Maybe longer. As one of Darken Rahls most personal guards, she had witnessed what kind of cruelty he drew satisfaction from, she had been there countless times when he had broken someone who had displeased him, until not even a shred of something resembling a soul had been left in that unlucky person.
She had enjoyed it most of the time.
"Maybe I have not earned that privilege yet, mylord."
This time, she did not completely succeed to conceal the desperation in her voice.

[Erlind]

You are her, because I liked you. You were one of my favorites Sophia. And though you have failed me gravely, I do not want to discard you. At the same time you cannot be allowed to think failure is anything but failure.” Darken Rahl's hands ran idly across her back as he talked. He would have to spend so much time on her to make her worth him again, but hopefully it would be worth it. “I will try to save you if I can,” he told her and his voice was finally warm. He picked up his Agiel and as his fingers wrapped around it the familiar if intense pain coursed through him, though she couldn't have known it. Gazing down at her well toned body he truly hoped that not only she would survive, but become useful to him again as he thrust the Agiel into her back again sending its horrid power into her.

[Sweet_Denna]

Sophia had not expected these words. Of course, she knew that Darken Rahl had been fond of her, until today, there had never been reason for him to be disappointed. But that she had not been able to capture that bastard Richard Cypher for him, it seemed unforgivable. She almost didn't dare to breathe. These words must be part of his game. Of course he knew about her devotion to him, nothing could be hidden from Darken Rahl. He would probably use her emotional weaknesses against her as much as he would revert to physical pain.

"I will try to save you if I can."

With her head still laying on the desk, she tried to look back over her shoulder. She finally gave in to her emotions in turmoil, her voice was a barely audible whisper. "Please forgive me, mylord."
She knew that he had picked up the Agiel from the desk, and she tried to prepare herself for the first blow. But when the Agiel made contact with her body, the pain that shot through every inch of skin made her gasp in shock. It felt as if the blood running through her veins had started to boil, as if somebody was stabbing white hot needles through her muscles. Sophia bit her lips, but her moans of agony forced their way from her throat, and she had trouble not to scream out loud.

[Erlind]

He smiled as she writhed in pain, beautiful little moans escaping her lips. He tossed the Agiel back onto the desk and it rolled towards her stopping a few inches from her skin. She must have hated letting even the smallest sound part her lips under his torture. “I cannot forgive you Sophia, your failure was too disapointing, but if you can endure here. If you can please me and keep your sanity, you may earn your place again.” Darken Rahl stood back for a moment and looked over her lovely form. He would drag her to her every limit and if she survived she would become something truly worthy of admiration. His voice returned to a monotone as he continued he began his inquisition, “Tell me Sophia, do you desire me physically? And what would you do if I allowed it?”

[Sweet_Denna]

The pain slowly subsided, leaving her hands shaking with the attempt not to grip the edge of desk. Her knees were weak. She attempted to take a deep breath, it hurt only a little. Small droplets of sweat had formed on her forehead. She could almost feel the humming of the Agiel that had rolled next to her arm. Darken Rahl's voice was comforting, caring.

“I cannot forgive you Sophia, your failure was too disappointing, but if you can endure here. If you can please me and keep your sanity, you may earn your place again.”

Sanity. Keep it. The words hammered through her brain. Common people never suceeded to hold on to it during torture. They usually ended up as pathetic slaves of their fear of pain, and whoever a Mord'Sith laid her skilled hands on always became a will-less, drooling servant of his torturing mistress. Noone ever escaped that fate.
From what she had heard, even Richard Cypher had barely been able to. Mord'Sith, however, were true masters of pain, both on the giving, and on the receiving end. Somebody who really tried might well have hurt, even kill them, but no torture device was able to break their free will. Sophia's mind inevitably went to Corina, a former sister. Corina had been one of Darken Rahl's favorite warriors, and she had certainly been one of his most wicked mistresses. Until the day that she had managed to really piss him off. The last time Sophia had caught a glimpse of that woman had been in the kitchen of the castle. Corina had been sitting in front of a naked stone wall, smearing childish scribblings on it with left-over food, stammering incoherent nonsense. Keep. Your. Sanity.
Right.
In her mind, she checked her body, inch by inch. Sometimes it already diminished the pain if she concentrated on the exact spot it emanated from. The skin, where he had touched it with his Agiel, still burned. And the damn cut on her thigh. It had started bleeding again, when Darken Rahl had peeled off her uniform with his knife. She forced herself to breathe slower, to think of nothing else. Small whincing moans escaped her lips, but she felt that she suceeded. The uncontrolled panic seemed to lessen.
Then the change in his voice tore her out of her concentration. As did the content of the question.

“Tell me Sophia, do you desire me physically? And what would you do if I allowed it?”

Desire? The irony of this question almost made her laugh. Instead, a dry little cough shook her formidable body. One of the perks of being a Mord'Sith was that she never had had to ask for anything. If she saw something that she liked, she took it. It was that simple. So she never really had to ask herself if she desired something, if she longed for something. In any case, that question never lingered long enough in her mind for her to really think about it. Except in one case. She had never been sure if it was his physical beauty, his power, his incredible mind - or if it was the simple fact that it was the one, and only, thing she could not simply take.
It was frightening how well he coud read her. She had been sure that one day, this one weakness would come back to haunt her. Knock knock.
Her sanity. It looked like she would have to cling to it with every last shred of willpower that she had. Fully knowing that veiling the truth or a straight-forward lie would not get her very far, she decided to give it a shot.
She tried to look at him, but did not dare to lift her head off the table. And if her eyes did not already betray her state, then her voice clearly did. "Mylord, please forgive me...but I don't understand your question."

[Erlind]

Darken Rahl grabbed the Agiel once again and with a swift motion, its searing embrace returned so him and he was once again driving the device into the small of her back, except longer this time. Her body spasm hard and her whimpers of pain were a little louder this time. Finally he slammed the device back down onto the table. “You don't understand? Either your mind is already gone and you are already trash not worth the time and effort I'm putting into you or you are lying to me! You will answer my question fully and in detail or I will force my Agiel into you until there is nothing left!” One moment she begs for forgiveness and the next she lies to him. Maybe he was wasting his time on her, but he wanted to know for certain.

[Sweet_Denna]

This time, it took Sophia a few seconds to regain her senses. His rage had enhanced the power of the Agiel he wielded, and when he finally slammed it back on the table, Sophia let out a loud gasp. Her knees were shaking and she could feel her body slide over the polished wood of the desk. But the last thing she should do now was to show weakness. He wanted her to endure her punishment, he had commanded her to stay strong. She bit her lips, and dug her fingernails into the wooden surface, steadying her legs again.
"Forgive me, mylord." Another deep breath. Damn her bloody emotions. It still took her another second to force herself to answer his troubling question.
"I do...I do desire you physically, mylord." After a short pause, she added: "I always have." As for the second part of his question, she was unsure of what he expected to hear. Here she was, physically and emotionally stripped to her bare skin, at her most vulnerable. She expected punishment - and he offered her what she had most wanted for so long. Thinking about it, she smiled to herself, without humour. But not to give any answer would have been most unwise.
"If you would allow it, mylord, I would show you pleasure that you did not know existed."
Sophia held her breath after she had spoken the last word. She felt like she was walking on a very thin rope, and the last thing she needed was to cross another boundary. And she honestly was not sure if cockiness was something Darken Rahl would allow his victims to display.

[Erlind]

Darken Rahl smirked and gave just the slightest laugh. With the pain he'd just put her through she still had the arrogance of a Mord Sith. “Oh, really Sophia,” he asked in a taunting tone. Darken Rahl began to trace his finger along her back. He dragged it along her smooth skin down to her down past her smooth ass until he reached her puckered asshole and left it there. “What do you think you could do to give me pleasure beyond anything I know?” With the word, know, he pressed his finger into her so it was just barely inside. Without lubrication he knew it would be a little painful, but he knew it was nothing compared to what she had just endured and it would likely give her some pleasure.

[Sweet_Denna]

The Agiel had made her delicate skin very sensitive to the touch, and she could not withhold a soft sigh when his caressing finger travelled down her back. If it had been hard not to give in to the pain, letting it take over her body and bring her to her knees, it was at least equally difficult for her not to move under his teasing hand, not to turn around and simply take what she wanted.

“What do you think you could do to give me pleasure beyond anything I know?”

His probing finger caused a delightful mixture of discomfort and pleasure, especially with her whole body still alert from the physical pain he had made her endure before. Sophia decided that at this point, she might as well try how far he would allow her to go. "Allow me to move freely, mylord, and I can maybe give you a taste of what I mean." She mentally counted to ten, wondering how far he would let her wander before he would yank her back.

[Erlind]

Darken Rahl thought for a moment at her suggestion. Did she really think she would have free reign like this while he was punishing her. Still it was impressive that she would even try this. He decided to give her the illusion of control for a few minutes anyway. Darken Rahl walked away from her and took an hourglass with red sand in it from a bookshelf. Flipping it over and placing it on the desk he told her, “The sand will run out in roughly ten minutes and for that time you have control of yourself and me. Once the last grain is gone that control is over. You'd better get started.” He smiled as the watched the small pile of sand already forming in the bottom of the hourglass. He was curious to see what she would try.

[Sweet_Denna]

Sophia smiled to herself before she straightened up, her limbs still a little shaky. Slowly, she turned around to face him, steadying herself against the edge of the desk. She gave him a triumphant little smile. Now was not the moment to be coy.
Her body was immaculate, beautiful despite the wound on her thigh, despite the torture it had undergone. Standing up straight, she was almost as tall as Darken Rahl, and the flames of the fireplace threw golden shadows on her delicate skin. Her small, firm breasts stood erect, her black braid fell over her left shoulder. And as all Mord'Sith, she had removed all of her body hair. "Thank you, mylord", she purred. "I am very grateful that you grant me this...gift."
She leaned with her back against the desk, and reached for his Agiel, her eyes locked to his. When he understood what she was about to do, they narrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly. Sophia smiled. "Mylord, you did promise me complete control over myself and you until the sand has run out." Darken Rahl did not move, curious of what it was that she had in mind. And equally curious of how she would react when she touched the Agiel that he had so skillfully crafted. When her fingers closed around the smooth wand, the obvious shock on her beautiful face brought the slightest of smiles to his lips.
She gasped. Damn. Darken Rahl did not play with the same toys as his Mord'Sith. The power of the Agiel ran through her in uncontrolled electrical shocks, making her hand shake, so that she had to use the other to hold it still. The effort of mastering this Agiel drove tears from her eyes, and she could feel her heart dangerously acelerating its pace. From the corner of her eye, she spotted her own Agiel amongst the pile of cut leather. But her pride did not allow her to give in now. The sand was rushing through the glass, and the soft sound it made reminded her of how little time she had to bargain for her life. So, with a painful smile, both of her hands firmly wrapped around the Agiel, she straigthened her back, and bit her lips until she finally forced herself to let go with one hand.
She walked towards him slowly, her hand gripping the humming Agiel, her hips slightly swaying from side to side. Even now, in her state, the grace and agility of this Mord'Sith was impressive.
When she stood in front of him, her sparkling dark green eyes locked into his, she smiled. "Mylord, I have wanted this for so long..." Her lowered voice ended in a soft, husky whisper. But again, she forced herself to hold back. This was not about her pleasure, but solely about his. The soft rushing sound of the sand was a background noise that constantly reminded her of that fact.
She let her tongue run alongside the smooth Agiel, and this time the pain it caused forced a satisfied moan from her throat. Lowering the magic tool, she leant in close to his face, and with the same, cat-like frivolity, let the tip of her tongue run alongside his slightly parted lips. The electricity danced between them, making her head spin. The Agiel truely was a miraculous device.
Sophia stepped back. She let the tip of the wand wander from her parted lips, down her throat, from where she continued to let it circle around her firm, white breasts, barely touching her oversensitive skin. When it came in contact with an erect nipple, she moaned loudly. Her eyes not leaving his for one second, she brought the Agiel to her mouth. First her tongue only slightly flickered over the humming wand, but then she wrapped her lips around it, the sensation almost making her faint. It was intoxicating, overwhelming. She sucked on the Agiel with desperate need, its power sending shocks through her brain that brought her to the brink of unconsciousness. She could taste blood in her mouth, her heart raced in her chest and when she was just about sure that it would burst, when she could not take it any longer, she let the Agiel, slick with her saliva, pop out of her mouth. With one swift move she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close into a kiss he would not forget anytime soon.
She had done this, only one time before. Not many Mord'Sith were capable of this little trick, and when she had tried it out on her beloved sister Cathrin, it had sent them both over the edge immediately. But this time, it was entirely different. She could feel her knees go weak, when his lips met hers, it was as if the power of the Agiel was enhanced by something...else...something that seemed to emanate from Darken Rahl himself. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, her tongue wrapped around his, with a hunger that she had not thought possible. When she finally forced herself to break this kiss, she stared at him in disbelief for a moment. She was breathing heavily, her large eyes were veiled with suppressed desire and she thought that she did detect the hint of a spark in his eyes as well.
But there was still time left, and was decided to make use of every second that he had granted her.
Her legs still trembling, she slowly went down on her knees, her breasts brushing against his body ever so slightly. With agile hands, she opened the belt of his pants and freed his now very erect member from the contraints of his clothes. Beautiful.
She took a deep breath. Then she wrapped her lips around the Agiel again, and slowly, deeply, sucked on its powerful shaft. This time, she managed to control the pain and the hunger better than before, and with a content sigh, she changed the hard wood of the Agiel against the now equally hard shaft that stood invitingly in front of her mouth. She closed her lips around it almost lovingly, letting her tongue dance on his sensitive skin, dragging her teeth over it delicately, worshipping its beauty. Her eyes were closed now.
Then she let it slip out of her mouth, a strand of saliva clinging obscenely to her lips. After having taken another taste of the Agiel's power, her tongue darted out to his cock again, sending electrical shocks through his body and hers. Slowly, painfully slow, she let her tongue run alongside the length of his cock. She wrapped one hand around his shaft, moving it slowly but firmly back and forth.
A moan. Barely audible. She smiled. Her hands felt his muscles tensing up. It was the perfect moment to bring the Agiel, carefully, very carefully, between her tongue and his cock. Perfect.
Then she stopped. The last few grains of sand had run through the hourglass. Her time was up.

[Erlind]

First he impressed with how well she could handle his Agiel. He could torture it was for her just holding it, but she pushed through the pain wonderfully. Soon she was using it in ways he honestly had not realized were possible. She was so very skilled, so desperate to please him. It was quite wonderful, but he couldn't let up on her now.

The moment the last grain of sand hit the bottom Darken Rahl ripped the Agiel from her hands and grabbed her braid leaping across his desk slamming her back down against it. “You've enjoyed this far too much,” he told her waving the wand over her face, “I think its time I go back to more basic instruments. Her performance had gotten his blood hot and he was no longer able to be patient with her. He put the Agiel back in the desk drawer and picked up the knife. “Your performance was not disappointing,” he told her a hint of lust in his voice, “but do not dare think it has bought you freedom.” He took the knife and pressed it hard into her cheek, grinding against her cheekbone with it. Once he was satisfied the cut was deep enough he dropped the knife and disrobed completely. Let her see what she yearned for without opportunity to take it. He walked around the desk knowing she wouldn't dare move from her place and came back around to where her legs dangled off the edge of his desk. Throwing her legs open he slid a single finger into her hot dripping wet pussy. “You are skilled,” he said simply at first as he began to idly pump his finger into her pussy, “perhaps I could keep you chained in her. A scrap of clothing never again to touch your body. The responsibilities you have failed at taken away from you. You're only purpose to pleasure me at my whims.” He knew she wanted to be more than a simple whore for him and he was taunting her with the prospect that maybe that's all she would become.

[Sweet_Denna]

The sharpness of his reaction caught her by surprise. She had not truely expected that her little trick would make him forget her wrongs, but she had hoped that he would allow her to pursue her game just a little bit longer. Just long enough to...she groaned in frustration when he slammed her weakened body onto the desk. She was shaking with desire and from the subsiding power of his Agiel. Her head was still spinning, she licked her lips, she could still taste him. When the blade broke through her already bruised skin, the sharp sting of pain triggered something in her that, if only momentarily, made her forget her fear. Holding an Agiel as powerful as this one on top of her boiling need to lay her hands on his beautiful body had brought out her Mord'Sith killer instinct. She needed him, needed to touch, taste him again. It was like the most powerful drug she had ever tried. When he started to finger her pussy nonchalantly, without much interest, she was on the edge of doing something very unwise. Sanity was not on top of her list of priorities anymore.

“You are skilled, perhaps I could keep you chained in here. A scrap of clothing never again to touch your body. The responsibilities you have failed at taken away from you. You're only purpose to pleasure me at my whims.”

She dug her fingernails into the wood of the table. Under normal circumstances, she would never dare to defy Darken Rahl, but her blood was boiling, forcing emotions to the surface that she normally was able to keep hidden inside. Her voice was dark with suppressed rage. "That would be a terrible waste, mylord."

[Erlind]

“Your life is only a waste if you cease to prove useful to me. You'd do well to remember that.” There was something defiant about her tone, but he chose to ignore it. He continued to idly slide his finger in and out of her hot pussy as he pondered. He brought his other hand down hard on her ass leaving a red hand print where it had fallen. He had no idea how worked up she had become. She hid it well and he really had stopped caring, because he was beginning to think she might be nothing but a useful toy. “Maybe I don't need you as Mord'Sith anymore,” he taunted her, “you are too weak to stand against my enemies, but have just the right kind of strength to endure my pleasure. I think I will keep you here.” Little did he know she was about to prove his assumption wrong.

[Sweet_Denna]

Sophia gritted her teeth, bit her lips until she could taste blood. Every muscle in her body was tense. Sanity. Keep it. But it was too late. The blood in her veins was screaming for more, drowning every other emotion, drowning reason, and even her will to survive. With an enraged scream, she kicked Darken Rahl in the chest. Hard.
The blow caught him by surprise and he stumbled back slightly. She was fast, even now. In the fractions of a second that it took him to realize what was going on, Sophia had gotten up, opened the drawer and wrapped her hand firmly around the Agiel. The pain shot through her body and made her whince, but this time she managed to hold it in one hand right away. The flood of overwhelming emotions almost caused the magic device to glow. Her voice was a low, almost dangerous whisper.
"Mylord, don't you see that only a Mord'Sith is worthy of satisfying your desires?" This was suicidal, and some nebulous part of her brain was probably aware of that. But it was already much too late, what she could not undo what she had started.
"If you would have been looking for a simple whore, whining in her chains, too afraid to refuse whatever depraved act you ask of her, I would be laying dead and rotting in a ditch somewhere already." She came closer to him, until only the length of a hand separated their faces. They could both feel the dangerous humming of the Agiel on their naked skin. Her eyes glittered under lowered lashes.
"Am I not right, mylord?"
She fell silent. All she could hope for now was that he would understand that her outrageous behaviour was a sign of her devotion to him, that it was a tribute, as a Mord'Sith, to her master. If he didn't, she knew that she only had a few moments more to enjoy the simple fact of being alive. Without taking her eyes off his for one moment, she took his hand and closed his fingers around the humming Agiel with hers.

[Erlind]

If it were someone else, here for another reason, they would not have known they were dead even as they slumped to the floor. However, today, Sophia had impressed him greatly. She was right. No simpering whore could satisfy him, only a Mord'Sith was even capable. A wide smile crossed his face as he addressed her, “Tonight you will either earn a place by my side or spend the rest of your days in the mines being raped by the guards knowing just enough about yourself to understand your misery.” He licked his lips. Maybe he'd found someone who could truly satisfy him. “Lay on the bed and work your pussy with my depraved wand of pain. Make yourself cum using only my Agiel and the knowelege that you are pleasing your lord Sophia.” Excitement built within him as he wondered if she could handle the pain. Another part of him wondered if the snap that had caused her impressive act had also drawn her over a line of obedience. Either way, Darken Rahl knew he would truly enjoy tonight.

[Sweet_Denna]

For a few moments, Sophia stood silently, her eyes still locked into his. The only sounds in the room were the crackling of the flames, and their soft breathing. The Agiel, in his skilled hands, had fallen silent. Her mind did not quite grasp what had just happened. But whatever it had been, she had suceeded to get his full attention, no, more than that. She had defied him, and was still alive. It was something for her to hold on to. A tiny shred of power that she had gotten back for herself. But she did not dare to smile. This card had to be played carefully. Very carefully.

“Lay on the bed and work your pussy with my depraved wand of pain. Make yourself cum using only my Agiel and the knowelege that you are pleasing your lord Sophia.”

Finally lowering her gaze, she said: "Yes, mylord."
She took the Agiel out of his hand again, and concentrated on mastering the pain that she had learned to expect from his instrument. Slowly, she walked over to the bed and sat down, her legs dangling over the edge.
This would likely kill her. She didn't know of any of her sisters who had actually tried it, beyond a simple brush against oversensitive sexes, when pleasure carried them away. Again, she lifted the Agiel to her mouth. Her tongue slid alongside the shaft, slowly, before she wrapped her ruby lips around it. While thus preparing the wand for the stated task, she opened her legs wide, so nothing would be hidden from her master's gaze. Her head was spinning when she let the Agiel slide out of her mouth
and with a dazed sigh, she let her body sink back into the pillows. When the tip of the Agiel touched her clit, her legs shuddered like that of a nervous fawn. A moan of painful pleasure flowed from her open lips that mounted into small screams. Shocks were running through her, tugging on her flesh, alerting every inch of skin, burning through her like liquid fire. If she was to continue, to satisfy Darken Rahl, without passing out right away, she had to revert to the tactic of withstanding pain that all Mord'Sith knew. She let her mind wander, away from this room, away from her tortured body. First, the conjured up images of fields, lakes, the forest, to calm her down. But the lust that had taken over her mind threw in images of him, of his large eyes, his hands on her body, his lips, his kisses, him fucking her senseless. Sophia let the wand slide in and out of her pussy, urging herself on to continue, to drag her mind and body up higher, to completely new levels of pleasure.
She could feel a small rivulet of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her heartbeat hammered through her brain, her veins, clouded the images that she had desperately clung to. At the same time, waves of intense sexual pleasure crashed over her body, carrying her higher and higher. She was not aware of her moans and screams. She did not realize that it was his name that she uttered. But it was clear that her heart was not able to take anymore of this, it tore against her chest while she frantically worked the Agiel in and out of her pussy, rubbing it against her swollen clit. Sophia knew that she should have stopped, and dropped the wand. But it was not in her power to do so. Her arched legs shivered, her head was thrown back in an agony of unknown pleasure.
With a scream, she went over the edge. She arched her back in the spasm of orgasm, her heels digging into the mattress, as if possessed by a demon of insatiable lust. Then her body fell heavily back onto the bed, completey motionless.
Silence came over the room. The Agiel had slipped out of her hand and landed on the floor with a thumping sound, covered in her juices. Her eyes were closed, a tear of blood had formed, and clang to her dark lashes. When it finally fell, it left a crimson trail on her immaculate skin. She didn't move, didn't make a sound, and only the faintest heaving of her chest signalled that she was not dead yet.

[Erlind]

He knew she couldn't see him indulge his lust as she screamed in pain with pleasure running even stronger beneath. His cock was rock hard and he stroked it furiously. She was hurting herself beyond what he could do to her all in the name of his pleasure. Each blood boiling scream was a tribute to him. A sign of her absolute devotion to him. He got closer and closer to cumming, watching her writhing body force torture on itself until finally he threw his hands away from his cock and he went to the desk. He took the knife and stabbed into his own arm in order to force the pleasure to subside. Once he drew the knife back out of his arm he focused his energies to the wound and closed it. Her screams had gone silent now and he truly regretted not seeing her finish, but if all went well he could force this event of pleasure many more times. Darken Rahl clothed himself again and opened the door to an apprehensive guard. “I will not be leaving my chambers today,” he informed the guard, “have some dinner brought up.” Next he walked out to the Agiel she had pleasured herself on and pick it up. He wiped it down with a clean cloth and put it back in its drawer.

When dinner finally arrived he took it into the bed with him. He lied down and brought Sophia's bare body close to his. There was some fine smelling stew, fresh bread, grapes, and wine for the evenings meal. Darken Rahl held his hand over Sophia's head and spent a moment concentrating to awaken her. “Relax for a bit,” he told her as her eyes fluttered open, “eat with me and regain your strength. You will likely need it.”

[Sweet_Denna]

When she first regained consciousness, all she could feel was pain. Every inch, every fibre of her body seemed to be humming with dull, throbbing pain. Sophia tried to move her legs, her arms, her fingers. To her relief, she was able to, even if it felt as if she was trying to lift a very heavy weight.
But there was something else, too. Like the first time, the mixture of pleasure and pain, the strong magic powers of the Agiel, together with all the emotions that had been ripped from the place she had buried them, had triggered something. Something dark. Dangerous even. In her case, what did not kill her really did make her stronger. She was just not aware of it, was not able to use it just yet. First, she had to regain her strength.
It took her a moment to understand where she was. In her cloudy mind, she rapidly connected the dots that she did remember to a coherent chain of memories. Mission. Seeker. Failure. Punishment. Darken Rahl. With a pained moan, she turned her head a little to face him. Bed. Food. Care. His body close to hers. It was confusing. When she tried to talk, all that came out was a hoarse whisper. Her throat was completely dry. Slowly, she reached out for the wine and brought the cup to her lips with shaking fingers.
"Mylord...I don't understand..." She put the cup down. "I have either done something that pleased you...a lot...or you have reverted to very creative ways of..punishment." She smiled, trying to conceal the pain. Her head spun. When the delicious smell of warm stew and soft bread hit her nostrils, she realized how hungry she was. Without hesitation, she broke a piece of the bread, dipped it into the sauce and hungrily stuffed it into her mouth. It was as if she had never had stew this good before. It smelled spicier, it tasted richer, than anything she had ever eaten. And the bread...she noticed that the fire was crackling just a hint louder than before, too. Interesting. The most intoxicating of all was his presence, that seemed to surround her from all sides. She looked at him while licking her fingers clean. His beautiful face. Maybe he was able to see that her eyes had changed, just a little. Maybe not. Sophia was not sure of how to act. His sudden care confused, even intimidated her. She sat up in the bed and looked over her body. It seemed as if everything was still attached, no limbs were missing. On the other hand, her white skin was caked with dried blood, bruised, her braid was half undone. Turning around to face him, she whispered:
"Mylord, please allow me to clean myself. I look like a mauled stray cat."