Mistress (One female needed)

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In a land far, far away there lived a fallen Prince held captive by an evil sorceress. Prince Adam was once a mighty ruler of the Kingdom of Tor but this once peaceful nation was torn apart by a ruthless woman of unknown origins.

She drove into the kingdom with an army of 10,000 slaves who devoted their lives to her rule. None of them were afraid to die and the army had already conquered 2 kingdoms and were thirsty for yet more blood.

Villages fell and quickly the army arrived at the doors of the great city of Tor, which was headed by a castle upon a great mound of rock. Because the kingdom had been peaceful for so long, it lacked the military resources and might to repel the enemy. The kingdom of Tor was quick to be torn apart and the ruthless sorceress took the castle for her own and made it's ruler a slave.

Peace was smashed apart and death and misery swept throughout the kingdom of Tor. The sorceress continued to wage war with other nations but she resided at the castle of Tor, playing with the prisoners she had accumulated down in the dungeons below.

Adam was kept in an iron cage in a damp, dark room. His status had been stripped from him, along with his clothes and he was a prisoner in his own home.

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OOC: I need one woman to play as the sorceress. Choose your own name and provide your own history for this cruel woman. I have left a great deal of detail out so that you can add your own. I look forward to playing with you in this thread.
 
sorcoress

hhmm.. your looking for one mean, nasty woman to mistreat you and other npc's.

A sorceress of sorts.

This could make for some very interesting writing.

I'll work out a profile and post it here later.
 
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Name:Hecate (at least that is the only name any of her follower have for her.

Description: 25 year old sorceress, 5ft8 with black hair side falls just below her hips and a small frame except for her c cup.

She had no problem making men follow her will. The few who hadn't had been beaten swiftly and surely. Most of them giving in long before she was ready to stop beating. Then she would demand the names of 3 handy friends and this person would then watch them be beaten even worse then they had been beaten. Only their friends didn't have the option of calling her off.

It bothered her not in the slightest that this often resulted in at least 1 death. As no treatment was rendered for the friends. They were forced to watch the one who had gotten them into the beating be treated, well and even given something for the pain.

She loved to destroy friendships. It was so easy.

Her army was marching through country after country. Picking up recruits sometimes most of the time just killing those who opposed her and making all the high ranking officials kneel before her, repeatedly in public swearing loyalty.

At some point she would get tired of this and slowly painfully kill the ruling class. After all once she had the country what good were the old nobles anyway. At some time they would simply try to rebel.

Now she was staying in the palace of Thor. The prince and a half dozen nobles were now in that dungeon.

She was getting reports from her army as it made its way into the next country.

She wasn't sure why she was spending so much time in the castle, maybe it was just that is was of decent repair and offered her the luxuries she had been denied while in the rode to war.

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Let me know if this works.
 
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OOC: Hi newlysubbed,

I like the character you have described. She sounds like quite a nasty piece of work and is sure to cause great misery to those she dislikes. I wasn't keen on the white streak in her hair though - it makes her sound like Cruella De Vil from the 101 Dalmations! Perhaps if she had long, straight black hair down to her buttocks. Mmm, that really makes her sound gorgeous. But then looks can be deceiving.

Are you hoping to play her in the script or have you got anyone in particular in mind?

Thanks
Lester
 
Down in the dungeons

Adam woke up with a start at hearing clanging of metal in the distance. But when he opened his eyes all he could see was darkness. It was cold and the rusty iron manacles were icy cold against his skin. The cage was small and enclosed around the shape of his body. One small move made the metal collars around his arms and legs clang heavily against the iron bars.

He hadn't moved from that spot for several nights now and he was very hungry for something to eat. His skin began to crawl from fear. He could hear noises. There was definitely someone there but he couldn't see them. That was the infuriating thing. "Hello?" he asked.

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OOC: Please feel free to continue.
 
Hecate heard the soft 'hello' and responded with a laugh, not a pleasant relaxing sound rather closer to nails on a chalk board.

Then she calmly threw the switch to illuminate the room. The door was open but there was one one else in sight. She like to keep her prisoners isolated from each other. Opening doors when she was there for her amusement and/or pleasure. She would have to remember to get the door oiled. This was the only one that squeaked and it ruined the surprise of the light.

She stood there in her leather finery, her whip held casually, almost lovingly in her other hand. It took him a bit longer to adjust to the light after a couple of days of pure darkness. Even as he was just about adjusted she flicked her hand and brought the whip down on his arm. Compared to the beating he had gotten at the beginning of this it was gentle but is still raised a welt.

She waited for him to react and to become fully adjusted to the light and her presence
 
She frowned and struck another blow on his other shoulder. She spoke, "demanding little man aren't you?" Followed by another blow right on top of the last one.

Then she laughed her cruelness apparent. Then she took a long cool drink. When she was finished she ran her tongue around the straw.

Then she spoke again, "you will learn that I don't take kindly to demands. " She paused more for effect then anything else, "but as you know begging does work some times.

Then she slipped her for finger into the glass and brought it out covered with milk shake. She raised and eyebrow and slowly started moving the finger to her own mouth.
 
Adam poked his tongue out as gaze was fixed on the end of her forefinger. He was almost dribbling with his eyes wide. He watched her finger move towards her luscious lips. "Please" he begged her with puppy dog eyes. "I've learned my lesson Mistress" he begged. There was not much else he could do - confined as he was in this man-shaped iron cage.
 
She paused, his word were acceptable but his tone was still a be too proud for he liking but she didn't want him to die, Please small bits of foods and drink did tend to keep the hunger and thirst alive and in full need.

She slowly moved the finger closer to her mouth but and she got very near she moved her hand suddenly and it was on his tongue. she rolled it there to remove the treat.
 
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She paused, his word were acceptable but his tone was still a be too proud for he liking but she didn't want him to die, Please small bits of foods and drink did tend to keep the hunger and thirst alive and in full need.

She slowly moved the finger closer to her mouth but and she got very near she moved her hand suddenly and it was on his tongue. she rolled it there to remove the treat.

He smiled and closed his lips around her finger. There was a slightly salty edge to the milkshake as he savoured the flavour. She withdrew her finger. He beamed at her. "Fooled you" he said. "Pardon?" she asked. "Oh, I said thank you" he said. "Is there any more?" he asked.
 
Her grin left no doubt that he would pay for the first coment.

She took another drink then walked out of his room. She went to the other 7 rooms with prisoners and each got a small taste of the milk shake.

Then she slowly gracefully wandered back in to the ex- prince.

The drink was nearly gone she looked at him again.

Her eyes were laughing. "it amasing what your frineds were willing to say and promise just for a swallow."
 
She shook her head, "promises, promises. I have heard a long list already to day."

She frowned to him. "You a believe lest of all. You still have a touch of pride left."

She looked over his body he was the fittest of the lot and the easiest to rouse there was no doubt abut that. She moved the riding crop to slap his stomach, Nothing harsh. Then very softly on the way back up she used it to lift is cock and move it to one side, She looked very closely at judging both length and thickness.
 
Her sudden interest in his cock caused the blood to rush to it. It sprang into a full 8 inches. It had pierced many beautiful virgins who had been offered to him as wives. Only the most beautiful of women were allowed. But none had quite what the Prince was after. He wanted a woman who could carry his child and still sit beside him on a throne to rule over the kingdom. Even if his kingdom hadn't been overthrown, it was likely it would have perished any way - unless he had found someone he truly loved and cherished.

He smiled. "Do you like it?" he asked amused. "Does it turn you on?" he smiled. "Come on put those lips to good use sl" he said bucking his crotch towards her. He was about to call her something naughty but hesitated and didn't finish the word off. There was no doubt about it - he was helishly horny. His cock needed urgent attention. She was attractive in her own way. And he was certain she'd be an expert with her tongue.

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She smiled at his sudden hard on. There was something abut a man who responded like this to pain. She had seldom found that.

Ah, but his words would not do. She gave him 2 solid slaps with the crop. One on each of his nipples and then for good measure a mild one on his cock.

She looked at him, "you have much to learn before you get my mouth on you." Even though her voice was husky with her own desire she knew that this day he would not experience her. "don't forget, pleasure is a reward. You have not earned such a thing."

Then to make sure that he thought about her for some time she gently drew her crop over his cock a couple more times.

Then almost as a after thought she pulled a bit of the remaining shake up into the straw then lifted to out of the glass. Holding it in the straw moving it slowly toward him so he could get yet another swallow.
 
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She smiled at his sudden hard on. There was something abut a man who responded like this to pain. She had seldom found that.

Ah, but his words would not do. She gave him 2 solid slaps with the crop. One on each of his nipples and then for good measure a mild one on his cock.

She looked at him, "you have much to learn before you get my mouth on you." Even though her voice was husky with her own desire she knew that this day he would not experience her. "don't forget, pleasure is a reward. You have not earned such a thing."

Then to make sure that he thought about her for some time she gently drew her crop over his cock a couple more times.

Then almost as a after thought she pulled a bit of the remaining shake up into the straw then lifted to out of the glass. Holding it in the straw moving it slowly toward him so he could get yet another swallow.

"Is this how you t*rture all of your victims?" Adam asked. He pulled on the bonds that held him rigid inside the cage. He bit on his lower lip. "Please" he begged closing his eyes. "Let me out of this cage and I'll show you how obedient I can be" he begged her.
 
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She smiled knowing that this was not the answer.

She let him take the other slip of shake then she walked out of the room.

She went into a different room and the ex prince got a good idea what he was missing from the male moans that were soon heard eachoing through the dungeon. The fact that some man was in great pleasure was in no doubt to all in the dungeon.

She took her time pleasureing this man and accepting pleasure as well, but she kept her verbalizing to bare minimum. After she came and even alowed the man to do she straightened fher clothes and smiled a soft smile.

Tthen she walked through the dungen and came back to Joshua not really creing what his name was just to make sure that listening to one of his freinds enjoy something that for all he kne he might never get had in fact left him still aroused.
 
Adam tried desperately to block out the sounds of pleasure, which were echoing throughout the dungeon. But it was useless. Had his hands been free, he would have covered his ears. In fact, if they had been free he would have done a great many things. It just wasn't right.

As he listened he began think about Jessica - his beloved until everything turned sour. The day his kingdom fell was the last time he ever saw her. She was pretty - tall and slender with long black hair. He had made love to her many times and she was the only one out of all of the women he'd been with who he actually cared for. How cruel fate was for taking her away from him. A tear fell from one of his eyes as he heard her screams as the slave soldiers dragged her away. The pain became so bad that he shouted out her name again and again "Jessica, Jessica, JESSICA!". He pulled on the chains holding him rigid inside the cage. His anger became so great that his right wrist actually pulled free. But it still wasn't enough. Even without the chains, he was still caged by thick metal bars all around. The chains were probably there just for show.

However, he was able to move his hand down to his crotch. There wasn't quite enough give to allow him full pleasure. But at least he could masturbate just enough to ease the aching in his hips and crotch. But he didn't feel in the mood for long because the images of Jessica shot back into his mind like lightning. He wanted to know where she was and who she was with. He wanted to be with her instead of being cramped up inside this cage hidden deep down under his castle!

He used his new found freedom to look for weaknesses in the chains and the cage itself. He was already looking at the plans of the dungeons in his minds eye. Afterall, it was he who designed the layout. He was in one of 3 possible locations within the dungeon, since he had been brought here blindfolded. If he got out, he would soon know for sure of his location and the escape route. But it was the 'getting out', which was the difficulty. The cage appeared to be welded together. There weren't any hinges on the right hand side. It was typical wasn't it - why hadn't he pulled his left hand free?

Once again his blood pressure rose and he became angry. The more angry he became the stronger he became. All reasoning and logic melted down and his animal instincts took over as he pulled and jerked on the bonds holding him down. At first they appeared to be holding steady but all of a sudden, his body broke free. The suddenness of his left hand breaking free caused his knuckles to clang heavily against the insides of the cage, which pinged open. Now he knew the truth. It was the cage which was there for show - not the chains!

Without the chains holding him firm and because he had been held firmly in that same position for so long, his body fell from the raised platform and thudded painfully into the flagstone-covered floor of the cell. Angered once again at the shear pain of the fall, he thrashed about with his arms and legs. He was soon ready for the great escape.

Pushing himself to his knees and then to his feet, he rushed over to the back of the cell. Familiarising himself with the whole room (having been positioned facing one way only in his cage) he now knew which room he'd been left in. It was the part of the dungeon he had never used before. The tunnels had been dug out but they had never been completed. But they were fully furnished now...which meant only one thing - she knew this part of the dungeons better than he did.

No matter, he still knew where the main tunnels went to. He slipped down the service tunnel heading away from the room in the opposite direction his Mistress had left through. He could still hear the low pleasurable sounds of the male as he was getting closer to orgasm. But the sounds were getting quieter and quieter as Adam got further away.

As he ran his balls lapped heavily against his inner thighs. It was quite uncomfortable running through cold, dark tunnels in the nude! He took a left turn and then a right turn and then descended down some steps. Then he turn right and came against a wall. He stopped. He scratched his head. This wasn't right. He turned around. Perhaps he should have gone left? But there wasn't a left turn! He was trapped! He looked closer at the wall blocking the only route out of there. It looked fairly new. Perhaps they had blocked this service tunnel off? But for what purpose?

This turn of events angered him again. He slammed his fist into the wall again and again. But this time, it didn't matter how angry he became there was no way he'd get through this wall, which was most likely several feet thick!

Calming down while resting his head against the stone wall, he pictured the route he had come so far. There had been no other possible routes he could have come. Except for a small ventilation shaft several yards from the cell he had been held prisoner in. That would most likely go up to the courtyard of the castle. That was the only other route on this side of the dungeon to the room he'd been in.

But time was running out and she would be looking for him soon enough. Adam sprinted back up the steps. Time was short and he had to get back to that ventilation shaft before she saw him.
 
When Hecate entered to room of the ex-prince she was shocked that he wasn't there.

She knew he hadn't left by the main door that meant he was either in the walk way or the heating shaft. She walked over and could see that there was still dust on the shaft. So her quarry had thought to flee by way of the passageway but that was blocked off as she planned. It was known to be quiet a moral breaker to think you were about to be free then walk into a stone wall. She chuckled silently.

She placed her self on the side of the door way. As he came back in she hit him solidly in the stomach. It took the wind out of him. Then she grabbed him by the hair at the back of him neck, making sure to get a few of the shorter ones that caused so much more pain. By these she pushed him across the room to the far side where there were a set of 2 handcuffs attached high enough on the wall and far enough apart to be the start of a standing eagle for her guest. Then she struck him with the crop again. Her words would not be denied, "hand up and to the side."

There was no doubt he did not want to but he complied.

After he was cuffed she spoke, "the air shaft will be paddle locked before I leave today."

After she gazed at his ass for about a minute she spoke again, "I was obviously to gentle with you on your initial warning to behave. So now you will feeling a true beating not just the few little swats you got last time. But we really should make it interesting for us both don't you agree pet." Then she reached her crop in between the wall and his body and soon had him hard again. Her smile was devious.

She place what looked like little more then a leather strap around his neck. Then she reached over and picked up a elastic band about a half inch thick. It was short enough to go snugly around his hard cock but still small enough that it wouldn't slide out even if he lost his hard on. This she connected to the leather strap. His dick would stay up between his body and the stone wall.

Then she went to move his feet wide apart.
 
Adam complied fully with Hecate after she had re-captured him and beaten him into submission. He was angry that he had been so close to escape only to find the escape route sealed off. She had outsmarted him and she had shown that she was also very strong. Perhaps not as strong as him but then she had caught him by surprise.

Now he hung complacently from his arms facing the wall in a spread-eagled position. She had already swatted his ass several times with a fine riding crop. His ass now felt like it was on fire and he was sure it was coming up in big red welts. With his cock in the position it was held in, he couldn't even gain any sensation through contact with the wall everytime the whip pushed his crotch forwards. It was pure torment. But at least he didn't have to look at anything that actually turned him on! That was one good thing.

Whatever happened now he was no longer confined in a cosy cage. He was more vulnerable to whatever she had in mind. He was also standing on the ground as apposed to a raised platform, which meant she didn't appear smaller. Having gotten to know her better and being in a more compromising position, Adam's confidence was gone. Not only that but his outlook seemed grim. Any hope of escape was thin and probably no longer possible. She was now all he had.

Her swats were getting ever more painful against his ass. He was getting close to breaking point. His body had started to tremble and it was sweating profusely. When the whipping had begun he had started to bite his upper lip to take his mind of the punishment. But now it was so painful his teeth had actually pierced the skin on his lip - making it bleed. He had been relatively quiet up until now but his silence was becoming impossible. He began to shout out making his pain known to her. But this only spurned her on.
 
Now that he was vocalizing his pain she was even more excited about the beating.

There were numerous welt on his fine ass but alas he was enjoying him self, at least she told her self that. Know it would be a shock ti his as it was right on the heels of a good swat. She took her other hand and stroked his balls in a firm but painless motion. She want ed to be sure that he would be not only in pain but fully aroused as well.

Once there was no doubt he was indeed fully aroused she gave his a few more swats on the back. His cries of pain were turning her on.

She decided to push it just a bit further,"so pet do you want to share you punishment, I have several of your Friends down here already." He might agree to this he had no idea how she worked that. Then she added,"i found one female in the palace who was obviously not a servant. It came to my attention that she was someone your were close to. If your really good then maybe someday you will get to see her." She had special plans for that day. It would be one of her greatest works.

For now it was a matter if the ex prince wold take the bait and share
 
Adam opened his eyes and tried to see Hecate in his peripheral vision. "My friends, your highness?" he asked inquisitively. "Alive and well down here?" he asked. He perked up a bit. There was hope afterall. He had thought that all of his friends had been slaughtered by her.

"How can this be true?" he asked. "Please" he begged. "I'll do anything to see them again" he said. "I live only to see them again" he said. He closed his eyes and prayed that her answer would be a positive one. He waited.
 
She chuckled,"yes, my pet, serveral of them are doing rather well. Mind you they did get a few wore lashes then you on their way in but still, alive and no doubt awake, after your screaming."

She pulling on his balls again. Taking care not to be too harsh and totally distroy his mood of desire. After all she knew that when a man was aroused they thought less clearly. Her crop was being used softly on his dick as well.

She purred, "there is room for pleasure here." Then after a pause almost as an after thought,"I really isnt right for me to have to strike that 'lady' but as of yet no one has been willing to take her blows. You woundn't know anyone with the stamina to deal with an extra 5 or 6 blows of the crop do you?" She punchuated this with a light slap on his chest with the crop.

She hands working his cock and balls knowing he was thinking of that more the the pain he just been given.

Then she spoke,"so beg me to share this with your friends and they will be brought here, one at a time, You will know who they are and that they are here. What do you say,slave?"
 
Adam thought about it while enjoying the sensations of Hecate's amazing ball massage. He mused over the options here. On the one hand he wanted to do everything and anything for his new Mistress. But on the other the last thing he wanted was to put his friends in danger. "Use the crop on me your Highness. I can take more than 5 or 6 extra ones. As long as it entertains you Mistress" Adam said.
 
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