The Dungeon of the Dark Elves (Fantasy/BDSM)

[Lightman]

Heldon shivered softly in the darkness, pulling vainly against the shackles that held him attached to the wall. The young elf felt the rough stone against his back, his bright blue eyes well visible in the shadows. His figure was slim and his skin a dusky color, fully visible since the only thing he wore was a white loincloth. Black hair fell down about his shoulders, his delicate pointed ears rising from its strands...

With a sigh, Heldon closed his eyes, thinking back on what had happened to bring him here....

When the word went out that a truce had been called between High Elves and Dark Elves, no one at first believed it. The war between those two kindreds had lasted for ages, and had grown so bloody that most were certain they would end up by obliterating each other. But the leaders had finalyl seen sense, and soon after, a peace treaty was signed.

No one was as everjoyed by the news as the Sylvan Elves, whose forests lay between the realms of their light and dark cousins. They had suffered the hardest, caught in the war's crossfire. But they rejoiced too soon.

Under the treaty, some Sylvan Villages went from High to Dark Elven dominion. At first, the Sylvans cared little whom they paid tribute to. But the Dark Elves proved to be much harder masters... they oppressed the woodland folks, and as sylvan women were of legendary beauty, rape became common in those places. The High Elves did nothing to intervene, not wishing to endanger the new treaty.

From one such rape, Helian was born. Yet his mother, unlike others in that situation, did not dispise the hybrid, and instead nurtured and cared for him. Thus Heldon grew up knowing love, sharing a clsoe bond with his half brothers and sisters... but knowing suspicion or hatred from both sylvans, who saw the dark strain in him, and dark elves who were revolted at seeing such a hybrid, they who believed in the purity of their blood.

One day, Heldon's village was attacked by an unofficial raider party, made up mainly of dark elven slavers. Heldon's family was slaughtered, and he was dragged off with many others... back at the dark elven stronghold, the women were dragged off to the brothels, and the men to the arena... but Heldon was stripped to his loinclth and brought into a dungeon, his arms shackled to the wall.

Now he waited in the cold darkness, his young and quite handsome features distorted with fear... he had heard terrible stories of dark elven slavers... and the women were said to be more cruel still than the men. Suddenly he heard the sound of stone grinding against stone, and his body tensed...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Natrina

Natrina entered the dungeon, holding up her long flowing skirts so as not to get the hem dirty. Her eyes scanned the place with disgust and she wrinkled her nose. Really, she knew that the dregs of the elvin world were brought here on her order but the smell of the place was enough to make her gag.

"Captian," She said in a voice that broke no arguement,"It is time you clean this filth. Put some of the slaves we brought here to work and make it at least breathable for when I wish to visit. I don't wish to step in any of their body fluids and ruin my attire."

A short,"Yes, Mistress," Answered her and she walked along the dungeon passageways, peering into the cells where the prisoners were chained and assessing each one with detatchment. She was meant with shouts of anger and some words spoken in elvin that one would not hear in polite mixed company. Each shout was meant by a lash from one of the guards whips and, soon, those down the line were silent, learning from those before them.

Natrina, the mistress of the castle that Heldon had been brought to, stopped after inspecting only a few of the new slaves and turned on the Captain.

"You say these are the best of those you captured?" And the Captian again answered,"Yes, Mistress."

With a sigh, she said,"Very well. Let's see what we have here. Hummm....put that one in the kitchen, this one can be put to work cleaning the stables, he smells as if that is his profession anyway. Yes, that one looks strong, he can be put to work on the new wing of the castle, that one too. They can replace those two that expired last week."

It went this way all down the passageway, those that had not been taken to the arena were placed where Mistress Natrina wished them to serve.

Stopping at Heldon, she paused in thought as she looked at him. Her features were dark, exotic but there was a hardness in the eyes that he could not miss, even in the dim light of the torches on the wall. Her dark hair was piled on her head, her clothing was immaculate and expensive and her demenor haughty and commanding.

"Well, well," She murmured as she looked him over. "What have we here?" Gesturing to the Captain, she said,"Lift his face so I can see it better." The Captain reached down and gripped Heldon's chin in his hand, turning it from side to side so that the woman could see her captive's face fully.

"Hummm, it looks as if he is a half-breed. What an interesting find. And he seems to be reasonably handsome. The build is good, what I can see under the filth, that is."

After a moment of assessing her captive, she nodded as if in decision. "Yes, yes, I think he will do. Captain, take him away and get him cleaned up. I want him bathed and oiled. All body hair except for his head removed and he will be dressed in a better loincloth than he has on. Once you are done, take him to my bedchamber and chain him to the slave's pallet there."

Moving as if to walk away, Natrina stopped and looked down at Heldon again. "Oh, and feed him something. It would not do to have him expiring in my chambers. I would be very displeased."

A "Yes, Mistress", followed her back as the Captain gestured for two of the soldiers to unchain Heldon and take him away before the Captain hurried after his mistress as she assigned the other few of the captives to their new posts in their life.

 

[Lightman]

Heldon

Heldon tensed as he saw the dark elves approach him, trying to look away, to somehow be insoncpicuous to be overlooked. But of course that did not happen. As the Captain's rough grasp forced him to look at his captor, he shivered softly, seeing the cruelty in her dark features.

He listened in silence as his fate was discussed, trying rather futilely to hide the fear from his sapphire eyes. As the guards then dragged him out of the dungeon, he offered little resistance, since the first few seconds told him that struggling wouldn't help him. Pausing before a large door, one of the guards ripped off his loincloth, revealing his tightly curved backside, as well as his relatively large manhood, crowned by some dark hair... Heldon felt panic rise at the guard's leering grins, but then he was thrown to the door into a large bathroom where two female dark elven slaves were already waited.... Heldon felt this was hardly for his own comfort, but because the Mistress did not trust the preparation of slaves to clumsy male hands.

He remained entirely silent as his naked body was carefully washed with scented soap, trying to ignore the barely clad figures of the shapely two slaves.... after what seemed like an eternity, they left through another door, presumably to get the items necessary for the next phase of his preparation.

Seized by a sudden impulse, Heldon lept out of the bath, running out into the corridor still naked and wet. He had barely time to realize he didn't know where to run before something hit his head and all grew dark.

When he woke up, he was surprised not to feel a headache or a bruise... cearly some healing magic had been used on him. As he slowly sat up he realized his preparation had also been fiinished during his unconsciousness... he was in a large luxurious room, though the leather collar around his throat was connected by a chain to a small pallet, the least comfortable of all the furniture here. His dusky skin gleamed under the layer of rare oil that had been rubbed into it, and around his hips was now fastened a loinclth of finest white linnen...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

A few moments after he had awakened, the door opened to admit a young female elf clad exactly like the women who had washed him. She bore a tray which held some water, bread and cheese. Behind the girl, Heldon could see the burly figures of the guards just before the door closed.

As the girl approached, he could see that a leather collar just like his, only not chained to anything, was around her neck. The girl did not speak but only scuttled over to him, placed the tray beside him and backed away, her eyes never meeting his. As she disappeared from the room, Heldon could hear the rough voices and the snide comments from the guards outside just before the door closed.

He was now left with food and water and, again he was alone. In fact, though he could not tell how long had passed, he could guess that it was many hours for the sky went from light to dusky through the etched windows of the bedroom.

It was only when the last of the sun was setting that the door opened again and in walked the woman from the dungeons.

Giving the guards sharp instructions that Heldon could not make out, she closed the door and went to sit at a table across from his meager pallet. When she sat, she did it with all the practiced grace of a lady of high standing but the frown on her face did not give the impression that she was up for a social hour.

"Well, Slave," She said after she had sat looking at her new possession for long moments,"It seems that a fire lies beneath the surface of calm that you showed in the dungeons this afternoon. I am told that you tried to escape. I could not believe that you would be so ungrateful as to leave my house without my permission. Obvoiusly you do not understand that the position you now have is very valuable and prized among my other slaves. But, nevermind, I think I shall enjoy teaching you."

At that statement, her lips turned into a small smile that would send ice down an ogre's back. Rising she began to undress in front of Heldon without seeming to care that he could see. In fact, she seemed to take pleasure in exposing her high, firm breasts that were clad in a simple wrap that barely held the globes within it's cloth and a small thong that gave definition to her firm buttcheeks and, when she turned, seemed to mold to her to outline her, apparently, shaved pussy.

Picking up a robe made of the same material as her skimply underclothing, she sat back down in front of him.

"Your first lesson will be verbal. I am going to assume that your attempt to run away was due to not having been instructed about your place in my house. This incident will be forgiven but future incidents will bring punishment upon you that, I assure you, you would rather not experience."

"You are my slave, as are all those who serve me in this house. That position is irrevicable and the only way you will escape it is to either die, which I sure you will not be possible unless I deem it necessary for I have a variety of clerics and mages on hand to deal with any attempts of that sort, or I decide that I have no further use for you and send you to the arena or sell you to some other who wishes your services."

"Your stay can be pleasant or it can be painful. Actually, it will be a mixture of the two for I will teach you the pleasure in pain. But should you choose to do something as foolish as you did this afternoon, I will then teach you that pain can be felt without any pleasure at all."

"You are my personal servant. This means that you will accompany me when I wish you to, you will sleep on the pallet provided for you unless you are servicing me in my bed, you will kneel before me at all times. This includes when we are in company. I expect you to kneel at my feet or by my side whenever I am sitting, your head bowed and no eye contact with those better than yourself. This includes all in this house except the other slaves. Do I make myself clear?"

"When we are in public and on foot, you are to walk behind me. You will have a leash linked to your collar whenever this happens. The leash and collar are magically enhanced and there is no way you can overpower me and break your bonds. Any attempt to do so will meet with sever punishment."

"You will do as I say in all things, you will never talk back to me whenever you are given an order you will simply answer 'Yes, Mistress' and obey quickly. You will eat when and what I tell you to, you will bathe each day and take care to look your best always. You will have no hair upon your body except what is on your head and that will be kept clean and neat. The slaves who bathed you today have instructions to see to that."

She looked at him, her perfectly shaped eyebrows arched as she concluded. "Whatever name you were given at your birth does now not exist. You will respond to slave, pet, servant or any other name I choose to give you. Do you understand?"

 

[Lightman]

Heldon remain in stoic silence throughout the day, though he almost spoke to the elven slave before she left...longing to hear one of his own kin again. Yet he demured with a sigh, eating and drinking only as much as he needed, trying to steel himself for what he vaguely guessed what must come.

As the door finally opened, he jumped a little. He had planned to glower challengingly at his captor, and glower he did, but much to his dismay only at the floor... a strange fear he could only ill define kept his gaze lowered as he slowly absorbedh er words with a soft shudder.

As she suddenly started to undress, however, his gaze was helplessly drawn upward, staring at her firm curves as they were slowly revealed. His mouth hung open for a while before he forced it closed again, struggling against the awe and desire building within him.

When finally she finished speaking, he clenched his teeth, no longer finding the strength for either sullen silence or the defiant speech he had prepared.... but unable to curb his pride fully, he muttered "My name is Heldon", realizing even as he said it how pathetic he sounded.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Her hand lashed out, catching his face in an iron grip and turning his head toward her, her eyes boring into his. He could see the hardness there, one born of years living in her way of life. Her long, manacured fingernails bit into his flesh as she stared him down.

"No," She said in a voice that was firm and commanding and held a bit of a warning,"Your name is slave for that is what you are. You are my property and your only purpose in life is to serve me and you will start tonight."

Dropping his face she moved over to the dresser and removed a leather leash which she clicked onto his collar after releasing the chain fron it's loophole.

"I wouldn't struggle against this," She told him,"Though you can if you must but there is a powerful magic upon it that will cause you to begin choking if you resist and will not stop untill you are either passed out or cease your struggles."

"You can follow me willingly or try it out, it is up to you. But it is time for my bath and you will accompany me to it and you will halp me bathe as is part of your duties now."

 

[Lightman]

Heldon clenched his teeth, the dury in hsi eyes directed more than partly at himself. He rose to his feet as the Mistress prepared to leave, but the fire suddenly burning in his mind was still not fully quenched. Tensing and straightening his back, he dug his heels into the ground as she began to move... only to let out a gasp as he indeed felt the leather tightening around him, far more than the mere pull of the leash should do. He struggled, his face flushing as oxygen left his breain...finally he grew too weak to resit and stumbled forward, the collar exmanding again. Gasping for breath, he staggered after his captor, his gaze almost unwillingly falling upon her beautifully shaped backside again....

 

[BlueEyedLady]

His Mistress smiled at his struggles and let him find out for himself the futility of his actions. Once he is breathing again, she gives him a small, self satisfied grin.

"Why do they always find out the hard way?" She seemed to murmur to herself as she led the way to the bathing area. Once there, she connected his leash to a lock at the huge bathing area's side. The bathing area was a large, sunken pool that took up most of the room. Within the hot water that the slaves have emptied into the bath, Heldon can smell bathing oils wafting up with the steam.

Stepping out of her robe and undergarments, Natrina stands for a moment, admiring her figure in the mirrors that grace the whole of the room from floor to ceiling. Slowly she inspects herself from her long raven locks to her breasts, which she squeezes as she tugs at the nipples as if looking for any unwanted signs of aging. Smiling her pleasure at what she saw, she then inspects her flat stomach, turns to view her firm, round buttocks and then moves her fingers lightly over her clean shaven sex, shivering as she does so.

Her legs and feet are inspected as well and then, satisfied, she steps into the bath, sighing with contentment as the hot water washes over her skin.

Looking up at Heldon, she says, impatiently. "Well, what are you waiting for? Strip off your cloth and get in here and begin to wash me. And make sure you do not miss anything. I desire cleanliness in all things. Remember that. The punishment for not keeping yourself as well as me clean is severe indeed."

 

[Lightman]

Heldon staggered a little as he followed her, needing almost the entire way from the chambers to the baths to fully regain hsi breath. His gaze was now firmly fixed to the floor in shame, but also in despair as he realized his situation truly seemed to offer no escape.

When finally they stopped, he lifted his head, glad to no longer feel the demanding tug upon his neck. His eyes widenened onc more as he saw his Mistress undress, his captivated gaze following her every movement, caressing the dark curves of her body...

Gods above, she is beautiful...

He swallowed, trying to disloge the thought, his eyes nonetheless keeping fixed on the ebony form even as it sinks into the water.

He started as she suddenly spoke, almost missing her words...then as they finally registered, he realized with some horror the bulge that was straining quite visibly against his loinclth. Nervously he tore it off and quickly sank into the tub to avoid being exposed too long... his hands trembling, he found a soap, positioning himself behind his Mistress and carefully starting to lather th black skin of her back... thoughts of resistence for now fully gone.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Natrina

Heldon's Mistress smiled at his obvious excitment at his first full look at her body but said nothing to him, only turned her back to be washed and used an ivory comb to pile her long hair on top of her head.

When her back had been washed and rinsed, she turned to face him, sitting so her breasts were just above the water and giving Heldon a full view of the firm globes and the hard, elongated nipples.

"Wash them well and carefully," She said to him, a glint in her eyes as she watched his reaction,"And take it slow. I find this is one of my favorite parts of my bath."

 

[Lightman]

Heldon felt something almost like calm at the simple task before him, focusing on lathering and rinsing inch after inch of dark skin, always avoiding to let his attention broaden and let in things that would distract him.... her silken hair was less easy to wash with such focus but still he managed, actually managing to detach his thoughts a little from his immediate situation. He even came to idly appreciate the warm water and subtle scents...

But then she turned and gave her next order, and his gaze fell immediately to her generous bosom again. He trembles slightly, feeling another surge of desire through his loins... a desire building perhaps on wants so far unfulfilled in his life...

Trying to cupp his hand from shaking, he gently cupped her right breast, his free and beginning to carefully rub the soab into its surface. He stared at the dark golbe even as he held it, unable to restrain the thought that when his life was still happy, he had hardly a chance to see, let alone touch such a perfectly shaped form of womanhood. He swallowed, forcing al lthoughts away as he carefully began washing the dark breast inch by inch...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Natrina

Clasping his hands as he tentively washed her breasts, she pressed them into her flesh, rubbing the nipples along his palm.

With a gleam in her eyes, she said,"Well, it seems that I have found a virgin among my slaves. How delicious. It will be a pleasure teaching you how to please me. And how to enjoy the attention I chose to give you."

Her other hand reached down to stroke his hardness, chuckling lowly as it responded to her touch.

"Oh, yes, a great pleasure. And you will recieve your lessons starting tonight. The first lesson is that you will never cum unless I allow it. If you do than you will be punished. If you are able to control it, you will gain pleasure you have never been able to imagine."

Releasing his cock, she reached up to take his hand she was not holding and guided it down to her sex. Placing his fingers there, she said,"And now. Slave, it is time for you to wash the rest of me. And don't be afraid of it. I assure you, you will become well aquainted with every part of me. Very well aquainted."

 

[Lightman]

Heldon swallowed softly, her dark seduction draining him of all thoughts of resistence, instead leaving him with a kind of fear that even thoughts of torture had not inspired... mostly because they had seemed too abstract.

But now he stared in fascination as he felt her luscious breasts pressed against his palms, needing great effort not to flex his fingers and fondle their curves... he gasped as he felt her hand on his by now quite hard manhood, a flush of embarassment suddenly suffusing his cheeks.

He trembles softly, listening to her words, his eyes lowering forcefulyl as his hand is seized and moved again...a groan escaped his lips as he very gently began to caress her womanhood...cleaning it beneath the water, sliding the soap into that hand...his now free hand picking up the sponge, rinsing her breasts...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Natrina

His Mistress moved her body through the water, rubbing her sex against his hand as he washed her there, a look of pleasure on her face.

"Yes, that's it, Slave make sure it's very, very clean. I will have a job for you to do that will make you appreciate how clean you get it right now."

Lifting her chest up so that her breasts came out of the water completely as he rinsed them off, she grasped the back of his head and guided his mouth to one of her breasts.

"And while you are finishing that task, you can start on another. Suckle my tits, Slave, taste how clean you have gotten them. And suckle off any dirt that you missed with your mouth. If you have done a good job you will not have to worry about it."

Pushing her tight nipple against his mouth, she rubbed it along his lips, urging his mouth open to accept her tit as a mother offers it for a child to suckle. As she did so, she moved his hand so that his fingers now circled her clit and he could feel it growing hard as he brushed up against it.

 

[Lightman]

A soft groan escaped Heldon's lips, his thoughts melting away as she let him guide his hand to wash her most intimate place. He breathed deeply, eyes glittering as if in panic....he tensed at her sudden grip, then slowly leant forward... finally wrapping his lips around her dark nipple, beginning to suckle on it almost instinctively.

His eyes felt close as he inhaled her dark, seductive scent, his head swimming... he could no longer deny it: in this moment, he desired this woman above all else... yet that did not change the fact he feared her deeply...groanign against the dark breast as he suckles on it, his fingers and the soap they hold gliding gently over her clit...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Natriana

Heldon can feel the ripple of pleasure move through her as his mouth works against her skin. Her hands in his hair are encouraging and her fingers urge him to probe deeper into her, her clit stiff and engorged, soft moans coming from her as he does as he's instructed.

"Yes, my Slave," She whispers to him,"Yes, you are a very good and obedient slave. Keep it up and don't forget the other breasts. You must treat each equally."

Her fingers stroke him in encouragement both his head and his hand that washes her pussy. He can feel the response in her, her muscles clenching on his fingers and a warmth that is not the bath water enveloping them.

 

[Lightman]

Heldon's breathing grew ever deeper, his chest heaving softly... his eyes falling closed now, bltting out all sensations except the delicous presence of his naked Mistress. Almost ravenously, he moved from one nipple to the next, suckling it hungrily, lapping his tongue over her breast....his fingers starting to slide in and out of her sex...gently at first but then growing first fast, and then a little rough, as his hunger becomes too much for him to handle...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Natrina

As his desires became all-encompassing, his Mistress pushed him away from her with a smile, leaving him stewing in his lust without any relief.

Getting out of the bath, she wrapped her lithe and wet body in a towel and then put on the sheer robe.

Over her shoulder, she said,"Get out, Slave and dry off. The bath is over. You did an...adequate...job. We will return to my bedroom now as I have need of sleep."

Turning to look at him, she smiled again, but not a soft smile as a lover does to her mate. More of a smile of someone who is in control of a situation and loves the feeling of power that comes with it.

"And you are forbidden to touch yourself to relieve your lust. You will not ever touch your cock except to bathe it unless I direct you to. Is that understood?"

 

[Lightman]

Heldon gasped, staring as she moved away from him. He suppressed a shudder, the sudden denial only feeding his terrible, burning desire... but that smile sunddenly brought him back to his senses, sending a cold shiver down his spine. "Yes Mistress" he murmurs softly, hardly even thinking, his thoughts still shattered.

Trembling, he moved after her, his shaft painfully stiff before him... a deep flush of shame on his face, as he tried desperately not to gaze at her naked, wet body, trying to reign in his hunger....

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Natriana

Taking Heldon's leash in her hands, his Mistress led him back to the bedroom, connecting his leash to the hook above his pallet and then reaching for his hands, she placed cuffs upon them that were attatched to chains too short for him to reach his aching manhood.

When she was done, she stood back with a smile and nodded at her slave's position.

"Yes, that will do fine," She said as she reached to push the robe and towel to the ground and stand before him naked once again.

"Now, My Pet," She purred as she approached him close enough for him to smell the heady scent of her sex,"You have one more task before you will be allowed to go to sleep tonight. You're cleansing of my body has aroused me and you will relieve me of my sexual tensions with your mouth before we both go to bed."

Standing over the kneeling Heldon, spreading her legs to expose her sex and taking his head in her hands, she guided his mouth to her wet pussy.

"Lick me, Slave," She commanded,"Make me cum."

 

[Lightman]

Overcome as he was by his need, Heldon was barely able to struggle as he was forced to his knees, arms secured uncomfortably behind him. A dark fire came to his eyes again, but more impotent than ever... as he stared at his Mistress' unveiled beauty once again.

Exhausted, he could no longer bring himseof to fight and so sighed softly...slowly leaning forward, trailing hsi tongue over her sex... he shuddered at the new, intoxitating taste, his eyes falling closed. With soft moans he licked her sex gently, before slowlyp ushing his tongue inside, caressing her inner walls, always trying to distract himself from his own desire...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Natrina

"Yesss, yesss," His Mistress almost purred as his tongue flicked across her wet and aroused pussy,"Yes, My Pet, that't it. You are a promising slave. I will have to give the Captain a bonus in his pay for finding you, now won't I?"

As she spoke, she stroked his hair and propped one foot on his pallet to give him better access to her center of pleasure.

"Mmmm, yes, don't stop until I orgasm, Slave," She said, her head thrown back, her breasts heaving and her hips gyrating back and forth on his tongue. "Stick your tongue deep into, deep as you can. I want you to feel my juice on your face this night before you sleep, Slave. I want you to drink in the smell and taste of your Mistress and to take it with you into your dreams so you know exactly who you belong to."

 

[Lightman]

Heldon groaned softly, his mind hardly operating rationally anymore. Feeling the physical pain of his unsiated need, he focused more and more attention on hsi task, his tongue exploring her dark cavern, tasting the dark nectar, caressing ever inch of her inner wall.

He was not even conciously trying to fulfill his goal anymore, but his thongue grew faster and faster, beginning to thrust rapidly past her folds, seeking her center of pleasure...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Natrina

His Mistress held onto his head as his tongue worked further into her spasming sex. With a moan of pleasure, her body tightened and she tensed against his probing tongue, shook, her pussy gripping his tongue tightly and then hot, sweet juices erupted from her, washing Heldon's face as she held him to her, shaking with her orgasm.

Long minutes passed before she was done and finally released Heldon to step back and see the sight of her slave with her cum juice all over his face. A pleased smile spread across her lips and she reached down to scoop up excess juice from her thighs with her fingers and put them in her own mouth, sucking them in obvious pleasure.

"Mmmmm," She murmured as she watched him,"Taste good, Slave? Now you can sleep with the smell of your Mistress and take it into your dreams."

"But first," She said as she went to his cuffed hands and released them. "A small gift to you. You have pleased me so much today that I will allow you to release your own sexual needs. As I watch, of course."

Going over to sit on the bed, her legs stretched out so that he could see her wet pussy glistening in the light of the candles, she nodded toward his erect and painful manhood.

"Masturbate yourself for me, Slave," She said, her eyes aglow with anticipation. "Look at my pussy and imagine yourself plunged deep inside such hot, wet heat and cum for me. This is my gift to you. Afterwards you will lay down and sleep wihtout the cuffs if you please me in this. The magic in the collar will keep you where I wish you to be."

 

[Lightman]

Heldon gasped as she orgasmed, breaking his almost trance-like daze. He almost choked on her sweet nectar, but then drank every last drop of it, feeling against all reason how it fuel his painful lust even further.

His lips and chin wet, he looked up still somewhat dizzily, letting out an involuntary groan as his gaze swept once more over her glorious nakedness, his chest heaving with his harsh breaths.

He blinked a little as he felt his handcuffs removed, undertain at first what exactly that meant. Only after a while did his brain catch up with his ears, and his eyes widened in shock. He felt his face flush as the fire rose in him again, his eyes narrowing.... he clenched his teeth, preparing a scathing reply.... only to gasp in surprise as he felt his own hand wrap around his aching, hairless shaft... groaning as his lust slowly overwhelmed him and his hand started to stroke up and down his dark length.

He closes his eyes as the humiliation overtook him, every fibre in his mind screaming to stop.... but his body would not listen, the unfulfilled urge driving him to pump and jerk his shaft ever faster, his breathing turnign to panting, sweat beads perling on his forehead...

Finally, after an eternity, the steadily rising arousal reached its beak.... a loud cry escaping his throat as his body went rigid and shudder.... starts flashed in the darkness behind his eyelids, as he felt a large load of his hot seed spurt from his shaft... his orgasmic ecstasy filling him for a divine moment before it slowly faded away....leaving only utter shame and hopelessness as he collapses backwards, barely able to suppress a sob. The only mercy was that the exhaustion would not let him stay awake for long...