The Island (Closed)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine stared at Him as He spoke, He speaking of whores and His mother, of rich women and those who would rut with any male for money, or name, or prestige, or anything.... anything other than love...

"Only lay with a man who loves you, and whom you love" were the words that came back to her, over and over, that Nanny's voice repeating. That Nanny had been one of the few, very few, who spoke of a great love, a love she still searched for, now that it was lost to her.. but when she had it, her life had been... heaven...


"You see, I know fully what I want and I am rather certain of what you truly want. I want you, my lady and I want to fulfill those desires you are now trying to refuse,”

His lips trapped hers once again, the kiss was sensual and deep, His tongue once more slipping easily into the warmth of her mouth, feeling her moan softly to Him, feeling her body trembling against His own. Every breath she took gently glided her breasts against His chest, He having removed her hand. Paine melted into Him, His body, His kiss, His heat, His strength... until He pulled back, both hands resting again at her hips...

“Now, tell me you feel nothing, that you have no desire! But you cannot, can you? You are too well mannered to lie.”

Her face flushed at His words. She was feeling sensations that she had only dreamt about, her body quivering in the deep desire He had truely awakened, even in her exhausted state. And just the fact that He had simply stated that He ... wanted.....WANTED.... her... gave her chills that she had never felt before.

“Well? There is no shame. Tell what you want my lady and you shall have your desires fulfilled,”

"My desires" she whispered... trembling in His embrace. Her eyes locked in His. "I desire... love" was her simple answer as she tore her eyes away from Him, casting them down. She was trembling, knowing that she risked angering Him, which was not what she wished to do. "I am sorry if that.... angers You... Sire.. You have been nothing but.... kind..... but..... I can not lay with You.... "

 

[karnelman]

He took his hand from her hip and slowly raised it as his smile became a grimace. This time there was no gentle caress of her cheek. Instead the back of his hand struck the startled girl causing her head to fall backwards. Stepping aside he spat out the window.

“That is what I think of love, you stupid wench! I offer passion and pleasures that few if any other men would offer the likes of you and you deny your true desires. Love is most often an unattainable illusion. Even when it is found instead of pleasure it only brings sorrow and pain. Wait if you will for love. Wait until your unused cunt dries up. Wait until you are naught but a useless crone that has never even experienced the touch a man, never known the pleasure of having a real man inside you! Go ahead deny yourself pleasure in the name of a fruitless search for love. I have no use for love or any other foolishness. Nor have I any further use for conversation with a dim-witted bitch!” He spat out nastily and then turned on his heels.

He stormed out of the dining room leaving her alone with tears running down her cheeks. Jacques retired to the sanctuary of his private study. He fell into his chair. He would give her a day or two to see the error of her ways. If she did not come to her senses by his next visit with her he would simply take what he wanted. It was still her choice in his mind as to whether or not she shared in the pleasures of the flesh with him. It mattered little which path she choose. He would have his fun with or without her consent. Stealing her virtue was something he would enjoy. Surely it was a different sort of pleasure than winning her over, but pleasure just the same.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine had let herself lapse during the kiss, His touch had been gentle and caressing. When His hand raised this time, she had let herself lapse and was unprepared for the strike, as the back of His hand connected with her cheek. Her head snapped back, burning pain racing thru her. She almost.. almost.. struck Him back, it would have been easy enough, she was strong... let Him feel the pain and humiliation of being struck like an errant dog... But she held herself.. He could easily kill her, and that, she did not want.


“That is what I think of love, you stupid wench! I offer passion and pleasures that few if any other men would offer the likes of you and you deny your true desires. Love is most often an unattainable illusion. Even when it is found instead of pleasure it only brings sorrow and pain. Wait if you will for love. Wait until your unused cunt dries up. Wait until you are naught but a useless crone that has never even experienced the touch a man, never known the pleasure of having a real man inside you! Go ahead deny yourself pleasure in the name of a fruitless search for love. I have no use for love or any other foolishness. Nor have I any further use for conversation with a dim-witted bitch!”

His tyraid was cruel, hurtful, but Paine was used to cruel and hurtful words. But for some reason, tears still appears in those dark eyes as He turned on His heel and stormed from the room, leaving her alone, head down, fighting back those same tears. He had torn into her, but... she realized as she turned and gazed out the window at that open sea once more, He had revealed a bit of Himself in the process. It was obvious He had loved before, and that love was gone from Him. He had to be a good 20 to 25 years older than her, she thought to herself, how long had He been without that love? Just the viciousness of His rant, and His assertion of having "no use for love or any other foolishness" told her that He.... still harbored that hurt, that pain. She had not meant to bring it back, she had not meant to make Him feel it again.

All Paine knew was to lay with a man for reasons other than love, would only open her up to that same hurt... or would it? He had obviously lain with a woman for love, long ago, and He was hurting. Sighing, Paine let the tears flow... He had shown her a taste of something she never thought would be offered to her, even if He did tear that away with His horrible words. Even He, no matter His charming words of beauty and passion, had uttered His true feelings in the midst of that rant... "I offer passion and pleasures that few, if any other men, would offer the likes of you".... Despite the fact that He Himself was hurting, that He Himself had once Loved and lost and it was that pain that was speaking, He still was able to insult her, hurt her, like all the others. He only wanted one thing, just like the pigs He spoke about earlier, to mount her and rut like an animal in heat, and nothing more.

Problem was, Paine had no way off this... Island.... she did not even know how to get out of His Keep.... She was trapped.

Leaving the dining hall, she tried to remember the way she had been lead by the servant girl, who now, was no where to be found. It seemed all of His servant's had disappeared. Paine attributed that to His anger, guessing that His temper was not one to be reckoned with.

Should she just find her way back to the room she remembered when she awoke? And wait there? Or... find Him and apologize and beg to be allowed to leave? Something told Paine that would not be an option. Not to mention she was near exhausted, her eyes were lidded and her body tired.

In the end, she found a small room, empty and sparsely furnished, with a equally small bed within. It was there she fell asleep, having stripped off the dress and leaving the barest of her undergarments on. She covered herself in the blanket that the bed had upon it, and was in the world of dreams within moments. Paine had no idea that she had fallen asleep in the small room right next to His sanctuary, a room He tended to reserve for His ..... lovers... when He indeed had female company, before He tired of them.. that is...

 

[karnelman]

Jacques had fallen asleep in his chair as he often did. His servants were loath to disturb him on such occasions. Usually he had partaken in strong drink when he slept so, but this night there had only been the frustration of unfulfilled desire to make him weary. As such his sleep was not sound. He squirmed fitfully as vivid dreams invaded his slumber.

He saw his beloved Marisa lying naked on her bed in their meager room. He, himself naked, climbed upon the bed and began to kiss her warm flesh softly. He began at her neck, using his lips and tongue to caress her skin. Moving slowly down her body, he lingered over kissing her round sensual shoulder. Then he moved lower and began to lavish her breasts with kisses and little licks from the tip of his tongue. He paid special attention to the large dark circles that surrounded her hard little nipples. He heard her giggle when he nibbled on her teats. Moving still lower he kissed her still taut belly and teased her naval with his tongue. He stopped cold when the birthmark came into his head.

Had anyone been in his study they would have seen his body jump and his face contort in confusion. Suddenly, it was not Marisa whom he laid with but Paine. He was kissing her birthmark, the one on her thigh. How was it possible? She looked so like Marisa and even carried the same odd mark on her body. In his dream he moved up Paine’s thigh and buried his face in her tangled cunt bush. He pushed her legs open and feasted on her sweet pussy. He heard her squeal in delight as his tongue danced over her sex.

Then without warning he heard her say, “No, I want love!”

He was alone, an old man lying in the very bed where he had ended the life of his benefactor. Servants were attending to him. He heard them mutter. They were saying how said it was that the old man had never known love and now laid dying alone, his power long ago lost. His once mighty cock shriveled and useless for so long.

“If only he had accepted her love,“ One maid muttered before leaving him to die alone.

Jacques awoke in a cold sweat gasping for breath.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine's sleep had been as fitful as her Host's had. She tossing and turning within that small bed, moaning and crying the dream started as the storm on the sea crashed into the ship, she struggling to breath, to live, the water overwhemling.. her body being rocked, against..... against... the dream, or wat it a nightmare, suddenly changed. He was over her, her body rocking with His as He took her, holding her down, forcing her, laughing, grunting, He was raping her, she screaming...

"No... NO.. I WANT LOVE"

Paine sat up suddenly, her body bathed in sweat, her breathing rapid and forced. She was shaking, violently shuddering, her mind racing with images of the horrible ship wreck that had sent her to this island, and the image of her Host, face distorted and snarling, raping her, grunting... She shook her head to try and rid herself of the images... "Dreams... " she uttered to herself.. "just dreams... "

She heard a loud gasp and a thud in the next room and Paine, without thinking was on her feet in an instant. She quickly and quietly slipped from the small room and approached the door to the room next. She heard a low groan from within, and without hesitation, Paine opened the door.

It was still the mid of the night, the room was dark, lit only by the dim flicker of a dying candle. Paine could see the shadow of someone on the floor, groaning and gasping slightly. She was at His side in an instant...

"shhhhhh" she whispered softly, as she gathered Him against her. She realized it was her Host, but it seemed as if He were still asleep.. or dazed.. and she did not want Him stumbling around hurting Himself in any way.

"Shhhhhhhh" she again hushed, gently brushing her fingers into and thru His hair. She was in nothing but her undergarments, the gasp and thud having startled her and she had not paused to wrap anything about herself...

 

[karnelman]

He was somewhere between consciousness and sleep when his guest gathered him in her arms. He did not know if the sensations he was feeling were real or just more of his cruel dream. When the image of the dingy little room in France and the naked beauty upon it returned he did not care. That room had been the place where his happiest days were spent. To return there if only for a moment and only in a dream was all he could hope for. He dared not even try to open his eyes though he felt the warm caress or a woman. He even heard her sweet voice offering comfort. A scent filled his nostrils; the intoxicating scent of a female. He had never before had such a vivid dream yet he knew it must be a dream for she was long gone from his life.

He softly, moaned a single word, “Marisa.”

It was her arms he was in. It was her naked flesh his cheek was pressed against. He nuzzled against Paine, seeing another behind his still closed eyelids. Turning his head he softly kissed her exposed skin. The warmth of her flesh against his lips set his senses aflame. He knew this could be no dream. His opens popped opened and in the dim glow of the fading candle he saw who was cradling him. It was the girl, nearly naked. She had obviously already decided to give into her desires.

“I knew your pussy ached with desire! I knew you would succumb to your body’s needs,” He proclaimed in a tone dripping with lust as her reached down to undo his britches and release his already engorged cock.

He pushed her to the floor pinning her with his weight. His cock now free, he tore open her slight undergarments, exposing her voluptuous breasts. Again images of Marisa flashed into his mind. Paine’s areolas were dark like his old lover’s had been. He wanted to pounce on the girl and devour her alluring tits roughly as he took her virginity. He wanted to pound his cock deep inside her tight cunt, but the images of the past flashing in his mind overwhelmed. He remained poised over the girl as his head began to throb.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine held Him as He squirmed. His eyes had opened for a moment, only to close again. It was obvious He was lost in some sort of dream. She tightened her arms about Him, trying to awaken Him without shocking Him in the process..

"Marisa"

The name was moaned, and Paine heard the love that was encased in that one single name. Marisa had obviously been the love He lost. Why was that name familair to her? But she had not the time to ponder one that. He was moving again, against her, nuzzling along her skin. His lips and breath were warm, gentle along her tender flesh. Paine had to silence her own moan, she did not want to react to Him, yet the memory of His kiss invaded her mind, not the way He had struck her and insulted her. Just His kiss.

He murmered into her skin, tightening His arms about her. A moment later and His eyes popped wide open, dilating and then focusing on her. He was awake.. wide awake, and staring right at her. She started to say something, to let Him know what happened... but instead He was ranting..

"I knew your pussy ached with desire! I knew you would succumb to your body’s needs,”

Her own eyes widened as she tried in vain to push Him out of her arms. But He was bigger, and stronger, and it took Him only a moment to pin her to the floor, her nearly naked body writhing under His.

"NO .. NO.. DON'T" she desperately tried to protest, to stop Him as He ripped her bra from her, exposing her dark, heavy breasts. The subtle cool breeze of the room curled about her nipples, they darkening and rapidly swelling. He was staring, licking His lips slightly.

Paine stopped struggling, staring back at Him, tears alight in her eyes. She had only wanted to help Him, and for that, she was about to be raped. "Please... don't do this, I'm begging You" but her words had no affect on Him, He was poised over her, His cock free from His breeches, He about to claw open her underpanties.

"who... who was Marisa?" She suddenly asked, hoping maybe the name would jar Him free of His intentions.. "Did... You love her?"

 

[karnelman]

"who... who was Marisa?" She suddenly asked, hoping maybe the name would jar Him free of His intentions.. "Did... You love her?"

When she spoke his mind cleared of the images. Though the pain continued in his head h once again was fully aware of his surroundings and exactly who was under him. He spat on Paine’s breasts missing her face only because he was at the same time lifting himself off of her. He stood over her with his shrinking cock still exposed. He began to berate her even as he stared down at her lusting over her large exposed tits. Her chest was heaving causing her breasts to bounce.

“Do not say that name! You are not fit to speak her name, bitch! As for love, I told you I have no use for that foolishness and I never have. I will tell you this of her, unlike you she knew what her body was for and loved the pleasures of sharing it. You just protest, even as your cunt floods and your nipples stiffen. That’s right your body betrays you.”

He bent down and ripped away her underpants. He ran his finger trough her moist folds with invading her virgin tunnel. He thrust his wet finger in the now naked girl’s face.

“See you stupid little wench. That is the juices of your lust! Deny what you will, you want me to fuck you! You want me inside your hungry cunt!”

He grabbed her by her hair and forced her face within inches of his crotch. His cock was now flaccid, his lust replaced with anger. At that moment he did not want her of any woman. If not for the haunting memory of Marisa and Paine’s resemblance too her, eh would have simply killed the girl. Still he pressed the girl’s face forward, forcing her nose into the thick blond hair that surrounded his cock and balls. Then as suddenly as he attacked he pushed her away tossing her aside like a rag doll.

“Get out of my sight before I decide to have you tossed back into the sea that coughed you up. Gwen, get in here and take this ungrateful, stupid wench to her room!” He shouted as he fell into his chair with his breeches still about his ankles.

From seemingly out of nowhere the maid from earlier appeared and went directly to Paine’s side.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine stared at Him, she having again brought forth His ranting, His raving, His anger. But this time her own anger began to boil inside. She had come to His side thinking He needed help, He repaid her by first trying to rape her, then berating her with His hurtful, venom laced words. At least those, she could deal with.

His words rang in her ears... “Do not say that name! You are not fit to speak her name, bitch! As for love, I told you I have no use for that foolishness and I never have. I will tell you this of her, unlike you she knew what her body was for and loved the pleasures of sharing it"

"Sharing it with WHO"... she spat back... "She shared her body with YOU... Jacques.. that much is obvious.. Tell me... Did she ever lay with another while with YOU??? Or did she love You too much to do that to You" The words were dripping with her own anger, growling from her lips, her voice low and deep. "Do You even know what LOVE IS??" She hesitated... did she even know what love was???

“Get out of my sight before I decide to have you tossed back into the sea that coughed you up. Gwen, get in here and take this ungrateful, stupid wench to her room!”

Gwen reached down to help Paine up, but Paine brushed the servant girl away. "I am not some weak female that needs the help of a mindless servant girl... Tell me how to get off this god forsaken island and I will" she snapped, nearly spitting herself.

Gwen stepped back, eyes wide at the sound of Paine's voice. No one ever spoke to HIM that way.

Paine chose to ignore one small thing, the fact that her body had indeed betrayed her, that His nuzzling and the soft feel of His lips upon her skin, before His outburst, had indeed aroused her, she was wet, wet and aching inside. When He had drawn her face so close to His cock, even flaccid, she got an image in her mind, an image that shocked even her.

She, on her knees, He in that very chair He now sat in, His hard cock, hard and throbbing, was thrusting in and out of her willing mouth as she suckled Him, pleasured Him.

The image almost sent her reeling and she fell back against the wall, still refusing the help of the servant girl.

 

[karnelman]

“There is no leaving this island, you stupid bitch,” He barked in answer to her question. “Somehow you seem to think you can just trespass upon my land and then freely leave when the mood strikes. Perhaps, when you calm down, you can ask Gwen about the only way a stupid cunt like you leaves here. Now get over here and suck my cock or get your quivering, horny naked flesh out of my sight. It is your choice, go on denying your desires or give into them and make your stay in my home more pleasant!”

The maid stood, stunned unmoving, not knowing what she was to do. Obviously she had to wait for the girl’s decision. She certainly had not been dismissed and would not dare take her leave without being so. Even if the girl came to her senses and went to the master on her knees Gwen would stay and witness the act unless she was told to go. It would certainly not be the first or likely the last time she had been forced to witness such things. She also knew that in the event the girl was foolish enough to refuse the master, that she herself would likely be called into service his needs. She did not look forward to that possibility. The master was in a mood most foul and coupling with him this eve would likely be most unpleasant.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"There is no leaving this island, you stupid bitch. Somehow you seem to think you can just trespass upon my land and then freely leave when the mood strikes."

"Trespass?" Paine spat back. "I did no such thing. A storm brought me here... It was thru NO act of my own"

But that did not seem to matter to Him, and His next words were a bit more... chilling...

"Perhaps, when you calm down, you can ask Gwen about the only way a stupid cunt like you leaves here."

Paine shot a look at the servant girl, and the look on her face told Paine all she really needed to know. There would be no leaving here. Paine took a deep, trembling breath. Her anger fading quickly into fear. She had washed up on the Isle of a Monster, how would she survive this without giving Him what seemed to be the only thing He wanted.. sex...???

And even if she did, would she even survive that??

"Now get over here and suck my cock or get your quivering, horny naked flesh out of my sight. It is your choice, go on denying your desires or give into them and make your stay in my home more pleasant!”

That simple statement renewed Paine's anger 10 fold.

"You Bastard" was the answer she gave, before she turned and stormed from the room. Just as she passed the stunned, absolutely stunned, servant girl, she snapped at Him... "If this is what Marisa taught You, than she surely was the whore YOU have portrayed her to be"

She should have kept her mouth shut, but she was scared, deep inside, and hurt. The words were an act of defense, and she trying to hurt Him, not that it would.

Gwen was shaking, she had gone white as the exchange between the girl and the Master progressed. She had no idea who Marisa was, had never heard that name before, but His reaction, just the look, the rage, that crossed His features, told her that the girl had said the wrong thing. The question was, who would pay for it, her.... or the girl???

 

[karnelman]

Jacques tried to get to his feet. He was going to teach the girl a lesson. A lesson he thought was long overdo. However with his pants still pushed down and his boots still on he stumbled and then fell back in the chair.

“Get over here, you stupid bitch! Take off these boots so I can go drag that cunt back here and give her what she deserves!” He barked at the maid.

Though she quickly complied with his order she still paid the price for being there when he was angry. Once his boots and breeches were off he stood and kicked the poor maid to the ground. She lay there whimpering as he striped off his waistcoat and shirt. He stormed out of his study naked to search for Paine. His angry and lust mixed causing an erotic reaction. His cock was fully erect. The large fat serpent stood out from his body and point proudly skyward from a nest of thick blond curls. The girl tried to conceal herself in a darkened archway, but to no avail. He found her and without a moments hesitation struck her across the face hard enough to send her falling back into the wall. Before she could crumple to the floor, the rampaging master of the island seized her by her curls. He pulled her along the corridor back to his study. Gwen still lay sprawled on the floor only half-conscious.

“Get up bitch! You can help me teach this cunt some manners. Bring me the strap,” He hollered at the poor whimpering maid.

The maid looked sorrowfully at Paine as she scurried up and delivered the thick leather strap to her master. She backed away with pure terror showing in her eyes. Jacques forced his captive to bend over the side of his chair exposing her naked ass for his abuse. He laid the strap hard across her soft, dark, pure flesh. He beat her despite her protests and cries of pain until her ass was bruised purple and bled from dozens of tiny cuts.

“Now perhaps you will be a better mannered young lady!” He growled as he pulled her out the door.

He forced her down to the room she had visited on her earlier foray about the castle. There he manacled her wrists to the wall. Her feet barely touched the ground, which left her arms stretched in a painful position.

“Since you would not go to your room when told you have lost the privilege of a bed. You shall sleep here until you mend you ways, wench!” He spat out and left her alone in the dark dank dungeon.

He returned to his study and ordered his maid to strip off her clothes. She quickly complied and stood before him naked and trembling. Beating Paine had thoroughly aroused him and the maid was going to be his relief. He grabbed her and roughly bent her over the same spot as he had Paine. But the maid did suffer the same fate as Paine.
He grabbed the frightened maids hips and drove his throbbing cock deep inside her. As he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt, he began calling her names. The maid relaxed as best she could, willing her pussy to moisten and flood with the lubricant that would lessen the agony of her master’s assault. She knew his vile words were directed at the new girl. The only thing she did not know was why it was her bent over the chair being violently fucked and not the wiry haired bitch that had so riled the master. Jacques howled as his seed splashed against the maid’s cervix.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

It all happened so fast... Him storming out of the room after her, her realizing she had struck a chord and that He, would not be denied, denied punishment that is. She was grabbed and dragged back into His private study.

He was bigger, He was stronger, her fighting, her screaming, only enraged Him more. The thick leather strap that He used tore into her. With each sickening slap, her screams and cries of pain and anger got weaker... pain shot thru her, burning into every nerve ending until she was numb, blood seeping down her ass cheeks, down the back of her legs. She was bruised, torn, and beaten, and sobbing now, her voice gone from her unheard, unheeded screams.

He pulled her by her hair from the chair she was bent over, forcing her, despite she being barely able to keep her feet, back to the one room she remembered, not the where she had originally woken up, but the dungeon she had discovered when she had wandered about His Keep. She had no strength to fight, she had no voice to protest, nor beg, not that she would have. Manacled to the wall, her arms stretched out painfully, feet barely brushing the cold stone, He left here there, in the dark, alone, in pain.

"Since you would not go to your room when told you have lost the privilege of a bed. You shall sleep here until you mend you ways, wench!”

Paine's head dropped, her eyes could produce no more tears, her lips silent of protest or insults. The darkness sank in around her as the door slammed closed.

The ache in her arms was near unbearable, never mind the pain from the beating. There would be no help for her, no medical attention, no nothing.

Now she knew why this handsome man.... was alone..... He was nothing more than a monster. Yet... she had provoked Him, why... why had she done that? Her mind, within nothing else to focus on, began to replay the series of events that lead to this beating, and her being held... captive now. She was no longer a guest. Was she ever?

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Paine relived her time, albeit short, on the island, from waking up naked, to exploring, to her dinner with Him, His kiss.......... His.... Kiss... His ..... touch..... her body quivered at that, and she did emit a low despairing moan. She forced her memories to continue... She refusing Him, her talk of love, His rage... Marisa...

Marisa...

That name was familiar to her, but from where? She searched deeper in her memories, trying to find where she knew that name from. But she just could not get to that point in her young life, when the nanny had tried to tell her of her family, her heritage. The only names she could recall was her mother's.. which was Ellenda, and she could barely recall her father's name.... Marek. Neither meant anything to her. She barely knew her mother, which was and had been fine with her, her mother was nothing more than a kitchen wench, something that Paine detested... and knew really nothing of her father other than the fact he was a visiting low level Knight of some sort, and horribly ugly. That much she knew, she looked like him, horribly ugly.

Paine was left there, for how long she did not know. It felt like a lifetime. All she knew was the pain she was in, the humliation, and that she HATED her Captor. But, what she also knew was that she was at His mercy, not a feeling she liked, but one she had to accept.

When she heard the door open once more, again she was unsure how long she had been in there, but she knew it had been a considerable amount of time, she was exhausted, beaten, thirsty... when she heard the door open, she did not even have the strength to lift her head. The pain shooting thru her from her arms and shoulders prevented her from moving much at all, but she had found her voice again. She did not know who approached her, whether it was Him, or another. But the heavy step of boots told her that whoever it was... was male...

"please.... " she whispered... "please don't leave me here to die. I'm sorry for what I said" Her body shuddered slightly, the apology was not easy for her to say, but she did mean it. She was not sure what drove this man, if indeed it were He that was there in the room with her, but she knew now what to avoid. The one thing she hoped and prayed was that any thought of sex with her were gone from His mind after all this. It was obvious He hated her, for what she had said and done, maybe that was part of the reason she had done it, was to drive Him away, to save herself from being raped.... or worse...

to save heself from .... wanting..... to be with Him......

"Please"

 

[karnelman]

“Shut up girl!” The captain of the guard said softly in response to her pleas.

He had been sent down to the dungeon to check on the girl. Though it was already well past noon, there was no way to tell that in the dank darkness of the bowels of Jacques castle. The captain lit a small torch illuminating the naked girl who was practically hanging on the wall. He walked over and spoke softly to her.

“Tis a shame you angered the master so. I think he actually likes you. You may have been one of the lucky ones had you only willingly opened your legs when he asked. You know he will still have what he wants, now only, you may not enjoy it. Oh well at least now, my men and I may get to have you too when he tires of fucking your wretched cunt.”

He reached out and fondled her tits briefly before fetching a bucket of cool water. He first took the sponge and pressed it to her parched lips, allowing the water to trickle into her dry mouth. Then he began to gently bathe her clammy skin. He was by nature a gentle man even though he had a rough profession which in the service of his particular master required him to be a most vile and nasty man. His master’s guard was made up of mercenaries from an exotic land who only understood the control brought on by fear. He looked into the girl’s dark eyes. He actually felt compassion for her; he also felt his own lust. He wished he could release her and carry her away to his cottage and keep for his own. He had long wished for a wife, but the master refused him. As the captain of the guard he had the privilege of fucking the maids and kitchen wenches, but that was not what his heart desired. The master had saved his life and given him a home, when others would have made sausage for their dogs from his entrails. He owed him much and repaid him with complete loyalty and obedience. He gave the girl one last drink from the sponge before whispering that he was sorry. He extinguished the torch and left her alone in the dark.

“She lives my lord,” The captain reported to Jacques. “She is weak, but the blood has clotted. I saw to her thirst. Shall I have food sent in?”

“No, let the bitch learn from her hunger! Tell me did she speak?”

“My lord, she said that she was sorry. I believe she thought I was you before I lit the torch. May I speak now as your friend sir?”

They did have a kind of friendship. Jacques had no other but the captain to share things with. It was however a tenuous friendship and the younger man was keenly aware that he was always subservient to the master.

“Of course, Byron., you know I value your opinion.”

“Perhaps she has learned her lesson. She seemed genuinely remorseful. Leaving her there much longer can only drive her to madness.”

“Leave her until nightfall. Then take her to her room and have Gwen tend to her ass. But she is not to be allowed to dress. She will remain naked as punishment until I am convinced she is truly repentant!” He barked.


As soon as the sun set Byron return to the dungeon.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Shut up girl!”

Paine managed then to lift her head, her eyes, dulled by pain and despair, searching the darkness. It was not His voice. This was someone else, and His voice was... soft... at least, even tho the words he spoke, were harsh.

The light from the torch flickered to life and Paine eyes ached for a moment before adjusting. She focusing on the man, a guard, that approached her.

“Tis a shame you angered the master so. I think he actually likes you. You may have been one of the lucky ones had you only willingly opened your legs when he asked. You know he will still have what he wants, now only, you may not enjoy it. Oh well at least now, my men and I may get to have you too when he tires of fucking your wretched cunt.”

His words horrified her. This was worse than anything nightmare she could have ever imagined back in the kitchens at... home... "please" she begged, knowing she would get no mercy, from this man or any other in this dismal place. Even if his voice was soft when he spoke, he spoke of the most horrible of things, being raped over and over by himself and his men. Even now, the guard reached out and touched her, his hands, surprisingly warm, groping at her bared breasts, fondling, feeling the weight of them, rolling each nipple, hearing her react, her breath catching, her body quivering, her eyes searching his for any measure of mercy and compassion... "don't" she managed to utter before her head lowered again and a sob was heard.

He turned from her, returning a moment later with a bucket. What would he do? She had to wonder, but that was quickly answered as he soaked a soft sponge in the cool water and brought it to her dry lips. Paine gratefully suckled, the refreshing water soaking down her throat slowly as she swallowed. Her eyes again met his...

"Thank you" she said, her voice a little stronger now, before she turned her head away as the guard bathed her. Slowly he let the sponge caress over her skin, first the front, then gently twisting her to see her back and ass... the blood was dried and the wounds looked not quite as raw and angry. He soaked them gently, washing away what dirt he could, she could only whimper as he did so.

Paine accepted his offer for another drink, cradling the sponge upon her tongue, in her eagerness to drink, the tip of that tongue had slipped wetly over his fingers. Her breathing eased after the water and the quick bathing, tho the pain that ached in her outstretched arms did not.

She nodded to His whispered sorry, closing her eyes to cry as the light went out once more, enveloping her in the all consuming darkness. She cried herself into a restless sleep as she hung there, her dreams swirling with images of being raped by many men, to being raped by only Him...to a dream where she offers herself to Him... begging Him to take her....

Paine woke up with a start to that one, gasping. Her eyes fluttered as she realized the torch was again lit. The same guard stepping into the light. How long had he been watching her? He said nothing, instead he free'd her from the chains that held her, Paine was so weak, she fell forward and into his arms, wrapping her own around him...

She did not even have the strength to ask where he was taking her. And he did not offer, instead simply carrying her to the room, the same room where she had first awakened when this entire, agonizing nightmare began. The servant girl was there... what was her name?? Gwen... she managed to stammer as the guard set her limp body onto the bed.

The Guard turned to leave, but Paine stopped him... "please wait"... He turned back to her, looking into her dark, sad eyes.

"Tell Him.... I'm sorry I did not understand.... tell Him I am trying to... please"

She was not even sure what she meant by that... but she did understand that Love and Marisa were not things to mention in the presence of this Man, this Monster, and that much she had learned. As for what she was trying to understand, the fact that this very Guard mummbled something about He liking her, and that He would take what He wished from her. Paine was not stupid, she knew what that was, and knew now, that she would not be able to stop it. The thought terrified her.

She managed to stay quiet while Gwen, the servant girl, first bathed her once again, using a basin of cool water, and then tended to her raw behind. The salve was soothing, and helped at least with the pain there. Nothing would ease the pain in her arms and shoulders, each time she even tried to lift her arms, the pain intensified. She looked at the servant girl, who refused to meet her gaze. She wanted to question her, find out all she could about this... Monster. But 2 things stopped her. One was, she was compassionate enough to NOT want the girl to get into any trouble, and two... the girl would only report to Him and the last thing Paine wanted was to enrage Him again. So she stayed quiet.

She learned tho, upon asking the girl, that no clothing of any kind would be provided. Paine swallowed at that, but after Gwen left, to report to the Master that the girl had been bathed and tended too, Paine wrapped the meager sheet from the bedding around her, and laid there. Water had been left for her, something she took advantage of, for she was parched.

 

[karnelman]

"Tell Him.... I'm sorry I did not understand.... tell Him I am trying to... please"

Byron looked upon the frightened, naked girl huddle on the bed with pity. His eyes were filled with an odd mixture of sorrow and lust. He thought that she might even be pretty were she to smile, but he knew she had no reason to smile now. He also could easily see that her body was sexy and alluring. Even when he took one of the female servants he did not get such a fine view of their body. It was generally only a lifted skirt and a quick grunting fuck. It was mostly unsatisfying. He would love to lay night after night with the same woman, both naked, entwined sharing their bodies. But that was not to be.

“Aye, yes, I shall give him your message ma’am. If I may some advice for you. If you mean what you say, if you truly want to please, when he comes, accept him, invite him even. Open your legs and let him enter you willingly. You see there is in him a man of great passion and well, I can naught speak more, but you may be surprised if you can but put aside your fear.”

Byron left with his head down to give his report to the master. He told Jacques of the girl’s earnest pronouncement. His only response was a mumbled order to have his guest fed. Jacques though pleased was not yet ready to forgive the girl. In his mind she was a bitch who had dared insult his beloved Marisa. Further she had rewarded his kindness and honest expression of desire with rejection. She was ungrateful and stupid. Worst of all she had forced him back to the darkness. Once Byron left him, the master fell into his chair again.

He wept as he questioned the fates, “Why did she come here? Why did she cause my miseries to revisit me? Why was a stupid little cunt like her tossed upon my island just to torment and refuse me the passions she raised within?”

A servant who happened to be passing in the corridor heard the cry of her master. She was only a scullery maid and ever before allowed in the master’s presence. She was only in that part of the castle due to being sent to clean Paine’s blood from the dungeon wall. Unable to resist the plaintive cries she heard, the girl bravely stuck her head in Jacques room. Upon hearing the door creak he turned and saw the smallish young woman standing, staring, not knowing what to do for the master she had never before been seen by.

“Come here wench!” He barked, “Why do you invade my sanctuary and disturb me?”

She crept toward him already apologizing and trying to explain she thought he needed assistance. She was surprised when he smiled, reacting with kindness and not anger and punishment. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her softly. She kissed backed enjoying the feel of her strong master’s lips on her own. Soon the kiss became passionate. He stood lifting the girl into his arms and carried her to the anteroom where Paine had slept after the fateful dinner. He undressed the maid and then himself. He made love to her as he had not to any woman in a long time. He was tender and gentle, so unlike what she was accustomed to with the guards. Her body gave into his passions and gushed in multiple orgasms. After what seemed to the maid like eons had passed, her master stiffened atop her and his cock erupted deep inside her. She heard the name he called out, Marisa. Jacques stood and dressed as the maid lay panting on the bed. He bent and kissed her cheek.

“Sleep now, pretty one. No one will disturb you. Return to your duties when you are rested and never return to my rooms again or speak of this night to anyone.”

He left the room and headed for the dining room. With one long untended hunger satisfied he was now ready to feed his body.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

When Paine awoke, she was surprised to find herself still alone, and grateful. She managed to get to her feet, wrapping the thin sheet about her body. Her belly ached in hunger, and she desperately wanted to bathe again, on her own. But at least she felt somewhat human, and more alive than she had in recent days. Her arms had ceased to ache, but her backside still reminded her that He had indeed taken a strap to her and beaten her bloody. The memory made her shiver.

The words the Guard had spoken still twisted about in her mind. She swallowed hard, the shiver she felt when she thought of what he said trembling vicously thru her. She hated Him. The thought of letting Him............. "but it may be your only way to survive" her own voice of reason told her. "It may be your only way, and you do not have to like it." Paine bit at her lower lip at the thought, almost bringing forth a bit of blood, she bit down so hard.

Her belly rumbled, interrupting her disturbing thoughts. She silently padded to the door in her bare feet, surprised to find it unlocked. Then again, this whole Keep was a prison to her, this whole Island was. Paine wanted nothing more than to find the bathing chambers, so she did slip out of the room, finding that chamber a mere 2 doors down. It was empty and quiet, which was a bonus for her. She bathed, including washing her hair, the water easing the pain of her abused ass. She was careful to not make a mess and clean up after, and used just one towel she had found to dry herself with. That was folded and set near the window, a window that looked out over the sea once more. Her thinking was that the sun, when it rose, for it had not yet, would dry the towel. She had no conception of time, not knowing if it were the middle of the night or close to dawn. She would just have to wait and see.

Drawing the sheet about her form once more, she slipped silently out of the chamber and headed back toward the room she had been left in. But a scent caught her nose... the scent of roasting meat, of stewed vegtables. Her belly again remided her that she was hungry. Would she be soo lucky as to find the source of the food without causing a major issue??? She followed the delicious scent, and recognized that she was headed toward that large dining area where she had .... encountered... her Host once before.

She told herself she should just go back, but her hunger would not let her. She peeked in the open door, and was relieved to find the room empty.

"the kitchen must be just on the other side. Maybe if I beg the cook for just a bite... anything... " she whispered to herself.

She had not seen Him, sitting silently in the shadows. Had she, than certainly she would have left Him be and returned, hungry, to her room. It was His breathing that she heard when she entered the room, she already in full view of the firelight that glimmered, dying slowly, in the hearth on the far side. Paine stopped dead in her tracks, her fingers tightening on the sheet about her naked form... She said nothing, instead waiting for Him to scream at her, and He would have a right to, she was wondering again, even if she meant no harm this time. Her body tensed, waiting for the yell, or worse, the strike, that she was sure would come.. unless... maybe.... it was the Guard... the kindly Guard. She was not sure, but dared not move until she was sure.

 

[karnelman]

Though eh did not see her, he sensed her presence. He smelled the subtle hint of the aroma of the soap she had used to bathe herself. At first he wasn’t sure if his senses were playing a trick and he was merely dreaming. When he heard the ever so faint sound of her breathing he was certain someone was in the room. He first thought perhaps the little maid had dared to disobey him and was coming for more. He was in too pleasant a mood now to get angry, though he would send her away with a harsh warning. He turned and his eyes widened when he found Paine standing in the room, her body clad in a bed sheet.

“Well come in if that be your aim,” He said in a surprisingly gentle tone. “I am told that you profess to be sorry, yet you continue to do as you please and not as I have dictated. I ordered food to be sent to your room, but now as you have seen fit to wander my halls once again unescorted and uninvited perhaps I shall cancel that order.”

He stood and walked over to where she stood. His stance was not in anyway menacing. The look on his face might even be taken as one of concern.

“Now, as to the way you are dressed,” He said with a bit of a wicked grin, much like a school boy who is about to play a trick on a mate, “I believe I was very explicit it that regard.”

He grabbed the sheet and pulled it away from her. His move was made in such a swift manner that she had had no time to counter it. She stood completely naked before.

“I decided that you should remain naked until such time as I felt you were properly repentant for your transgressions. It seems a fitting punishment for one such as you that thinks her body is so precious. If you be truly sorry for your behavior, you will from now comply with all of my wishes. Is that understood? If so you may sit and join me in this fine meal. It would be my pleasure to gaze upon the erotic sight of your sumptuous exposed body as you eat,” He went on pleasantly with lecherous grin forming on his lips.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Well come in if that be your aim,”

It was Him, she was not lucky enough for it to be the Guard. Her body tensed at the sound of His voice, even tho there was no edge of anger to it at the moment.

"I am told that you profess to be sorry, yet you continue to do as you please and not as I have dictated. I ordered food to be sent to your room, but now as you have seen fit to wander my halls once again unescorted and uninvited perhaps I shall cancel that order.”

She opened her mouth to protest, to tell Him there was no food in her room, that she was simply hungry and had not meant any harm. But no words would come out, she hushing them back.. It would just anger Him if she just started ranting. That was not what she wished to do. Keep it simple, her mind told her.

"I am sorry, I was hungry and the food smelled so good. I apologize" was her answer, her voice low, barely above a whisper. She would not turn and look at Him, still facing the kitchens, even when He approached her. She could not cease the slight tremble that raced thru her tho, as much as she wished she could.

“Now, as to the way you are dressed, I believe I was very explicit it that regard.” The sheet was grabbed and yanked out of her hands, fluttering to the floor around Him, leaving her bared, to His eyes and any that may pass. Again she started to say something, but thought better of it. It took all the self control she had to not try and hide herself, but her face was blushing a furious red, showing her complete humiliation. She was sure she looked foolish standing as she did, like an ugly, foolish, whore.


“I decided that you should remain naked until such time as I felt you were properly repentant for your transgressions. It seems a fitting punishment for one such as you that thinks her body is so precious. If you be truly sorry for your behavior, you will from now comply with all of my wishes. Is that understood? If so you may sit and join me in this fine meal. It would be my pleasure to gaze upon the erotic sight of your sumptuous exposed body as you eat,”

That drew a look from her finally, her dark eyes lifting to His as she turned... Thinks her body is so precious??? He did not understand at all, she suddenly realized. He had no conception of love, of making love, of feeling love, of only wanting one, and only one, to share in the act of sex, an act so intimate, of letting one inside of her. It was not the fact that she thought her body was so precious, in fact she hated her body, she had grown up thinking she were nothing short of hideous. It had nothing at all to do with that. It had to do with letting herself feel something so intense for another, and knowing that he felt the same, that she would die inside without Him..

then the 2nd realization hit her.

He HAD died inside, when He lost the love of Marisa. He did know love, He had felt it before.... and lost it....

She stared at Him, saying nothing, as she suddenly understood, at least a part of Him.

"I... am very hungry, and I would appreciate the.... ....... I would appreciate being able to eat with You" she whispered, the words nearly tripping over themselves as she uttered them. She wanted to say something else, one last thing, but held it back, at least for the moment.

She followed Him to the table... hoping and praying that no one else could come in. The kitchen maid served the meal as soon as the bell was rung, startled to see another sitting at His table. The fact that the girl was naked did not matter to her. She quickly fetched a second setting , and a bit more food, and then disappeared once more to await the bell.

Paine chose only some warm soup and bread for her meal, disregarding the roasted meats and vegetables, which had been what attracted her in the first place. It was obvious she was quite uncomfortable with being naked, but she stayed quiet, at least for a little while. Finally she did gather the courage to speak, but not what was on her mind, not yet anyways..

"May I ask the name of the kind Guard who came to me in the..... Dungeon?"

 

[karnelman]

Jacques found he quite enjoyed having the girl naked in the ordinary course of things. It was not something he often experienced. Normally, women were only naked while he fucked them if then. He recalled how Marisa had enjoyed walking around completely unclothed. He thought that Paine like Marisa was a woman who actually looked better without clothes. Traditionally pretty women knew how to use clothes and makeup and such to accentuate and make them sexier. Plainer women that men thought unattractive or homely seemed to just hide their best assets under cloth. He found Paine’s body erotic and now thought her beautiful. He watched her as she sipped her soup, her full firm breasts jiggling a bit as she swallowed. He wanted her and knew soon he would have her, no matter how she felt about it. He still held hope that she would wiling make love with him, but if she persisted in her reticence he would surely fuck her anyway.

"May I ask the name of the kind Guard who came to me in the..... Dungeon?"

“He is my captain, Byron. Not that I can imagine why that would be of consequence to you,” He replied causally. “Oh he did say he enjoyed looking at your body. You see I am not the only man that finds you attractive,” He added with a wink.

He of course was lying, just to further embarass the girl. Though she had no way of knowing that. He imagined Byron had very much enjoyed his time with the naked wench, though he knew Byron would never voice such things. Later he would parade her around in front of others to further her humiliation.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"He is my captain, Byron. Not that I can imagine why that would be of consequence to you,”

Paine looked up at Him at that remark. Was He that narrow minded that He would not think she would want to know the name of someone who had at least treated her somewhat gently? Who had actually apologized for what she was going thru? Who had made her feel... human again... while in that godforsaken dungeon??

"Oh he did say he enjoyed looking at your body. You see I am not the only man that finds you attractive,”

That made her blush once more, and she wished she were covered again. She did not believe Him for a minute, thinking He was saying it because He was mocking her. Her blush turned to a look of shame...

"You make me sit here like this... must You mock me as well" she whispered, wishing she could have spat it at Him, but not daring to.

Paine tore her eyes away, not wanting Him to see the hate that glowed within at that moment. She was at His mercy, she had no choices, she had to make the best of it. At least she had to try.

"I only wanted to know his name because I wished to thank him for treating me so kindly, and I thought that, out of respect, to thank him, it would be better to know his name. He truely is a good man, and I hope You realize it.... Jacques.... " she said, letting Him know that she indeed remembered His name, not that she wanted to at the moment.

Paine wished, as she sat there bare assed naked, that it was Byron the Captain, sitting across from her. But it was Him, her Host, and as she lifted her eyes to once more look at Him, she wished He looked as much like the Beast He acted so much like.

"Thank You for telling me..." she ended with, taking a deep breath, which lifted her dark, curved breasts, the nipples deepening in color, stray tendrils of her hair tickling over each one.

 

[karnelman]

“I do not mock you and I will only warn you this once about your tone. I am sure you do not wish to experience additional punishment. As for you being naked, as I said you need to learn humility and this is the best way. In addition, I quite enjoy looking at you. You have and exquisitely attractive body. I would think you would be flattered that I want to see you unclothed. But, perhaps you have a thing for my captain; perhaps you think you can find love with Byron? Shall I call him in so he can look upon you?” He said almost matter-of-factly.

He stared at the girl for a minute and the stood and walked over next to her. He reached out and began to caress her tits as he continued.

“Maybe, what you would like is for him to fuck you? Well that can be arranged, but there is a price, my dear. That price is that you freely give to me your precious virginity.”

She started to speak but her cut her off.

“Do not answer now. I am too tired to make love tonight. When you are ready tell one of the servants and they will know where to take you too.”

He then walked away, storming into the kitchen. As he thought Byron was there eating his dinner with a scullery wench. He brought Byron back to the dinning room.

“Our guest has something she wishes to speak with you about. Go and fondle her tits while she speaks to you. She seems to enjoy that. Then take her back to her room and post a guard. I do not want her wandering about my house unescorted again! I hold you personally responsible for her from now on.”

Jacques left the room laughing loudly.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“I do not mock you and I will only warn you this once about your tone. I am sure you do not wish to experience additional punishment."

Paine cringed at that, shaking her head no to His ... statement. She had no desire to raise His anger again, no desire to be beaten and locked in the dungeon again... She looked down and away, hating herself for being so weak, for letting Him get to her.

"As for you being naked, as I said you need to learn humility and this is the best way. In addition, I quite enjoy looking at you. You have an exquisitely attractive body. I would think you would be flattered that I want to see you unclothed. But, perhaps you have a thing for my captain; perhaps you think you can find love with Byron? Shall I call him in so he can look upon you?”

Paine looked up with a look of near shock on her face. She had said nothing of love, nothing at all, yet she had managed to aggravate Him again... He was staring at her, obviously enjoying the look on her face. She wanted to say something, anything, but managed to stay quiet.

When He got up and approached her, that was when she knew she had pushed it, yet again. And she had been trying to be careful. He came around behind her, and Paine tensed, waiting for the strike she was sure would knock her to the floor. If He thought He were going to simply beat her again, He had another thing coming. If she were to suffer another beating, she was going to make it worthwhile, she would not go without a fight.

But instead, He reached over her, His hands coming to rest on her bared breasts.... fondling, caressing.... Paine held her breath, and her temper, her entire form shuddering under the strain, while He continued to grope at her...Her fingers were digging into her palms as she desperately tried to not think about what He was doing to her, nearly drawing blood...

“Maybe, what you would like is for him to fuck you? Well that can be arranged, but there is a price, my dear. That price is that you freely give to me your precious virginity.”

"wha?????????????????"

He cut her off... “Do not answer now. I am too tired to make love tonight. When you are ready tell one of the servants and they will know where to take you too.”

In YOUR DREAMS .. she almost blurted out..

She did however breathe a sigh of relief when His hands left her breasts, her nipples were now a deep dark color, swollen and they ached.

He stormed out of the dining hall, much to Paine's relief, but, she heard Him bellowing in the other room, her eyes widening. She had not meant to get the nice Guard in trouble, but apparently she had. First Jacques came stomping out of the kitchen, laughing loudly. He was mocking her, and having a jolly time doing it. At that moment she decided she didn't care about His lost love, or His broken heart. He was nothing more than a monster in her eyes.

The Guard came out a moment later, looking none to happy. Paine had heard the entire exhange in the other room, she was behind the table, arm trying to shield her breasts.. the other her most private nether regions... She was trying to stay calm, fully expecting the nice Guard to do as he was told and fondle her... which she wanted NOTHING to do with....

"I only wanted to thank You" she blurted out... trembling... "I only asked Your name... that was it... Please.... believe me... "

 

[karnelman]

Byron whispered almost too softly for her to hear, “I am sorry, I have no choice in this, he knows everything.”

Then as he was instructed he reached for her breasts. His touch was gentle as he fondled her orbs. He ran his fingers over them and hefted each of the round globes tenderly. As she spoke his thumbs danced over her areolas and nipples. Though he was molesting her on orders of the master and wished not to harm her he could not help himself. He thought her body was beautiful and he was thoroughly enjoying petting her luscious tits.

“Thank me? I do not understand. I followed the orders of the master and cared for your needs. I did more I molested you, as I fear I am now. I cannot do other than what he bids. But I do wish to tell you were you and I free, I would do things much differently. You are very beautiful and well, I can say no more. As I said before, you should give him what he wants,” The big guard said softly.

He continued to toy with her tits as he waited for her response. Though he knew she was uncomfortable with him touching her in so intimate a way he wanted badly for her to talk more. He wanted more time with her. He looked upon her nakedness and wished he was free to caress her in other intimate areas. But he knew to do so and be caught would mean severe punishment. He remembered the guard who had been castrated and made to swallow his own genitals after being caught in bed with one of the master’s guests and shuddered.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“I am sorry, I have no choice in this, he knows everything.”

The Guard's voice was barely above a whisper, but what he said spoke volumes to her. He was the Lord and Master of this Keep. There was no hiding anything from Him, and it was obvious there was no disobeying, no descention in the ranks.

Byron backed Paine up to the wall, reaching out, she lowered her defenses, she was defeated, and as he stood there, fondling her, his thumbs gliding over her nipples, she feeling them tingle once more, they already tender from Him. Byron's caress was gentler, his hands a little softer, but that easily could have been her own imagination taking over.

“Thank me? I do not understand. I followed the orders of the master and cared for your needs. I did more I molested you, as I fear I am now. I cannot do other than what he bids. But I do wish to tell you were you and I free, I would do things much differently. You are very beautiful and well, I can say no more. As I said before, you should give him what he wants,”

"You were kind to me, in Your voice and Your touch... Byron" she answered, her voice quivering as he continued to caress her. She leaned back slightly into the wall, letting her body actually begin to relax alittle, relax into the touch... she could feel slight waves of pleasure eminating out from her nipples and breasts as he continued, and as she watched him speak, she suddenly got an image in her mind of him suckling on her, on her nipples. Her face flushed red at that thought... and she quickly took her eyes from his face.

"as for giving him what he wants.... what about .. what I want... why does that no get a consideration.. Why does the concept of wishing to lay only with someone you love, whom loves you.. illicit such a reaction from him? "


Her breath caught as Byron stepped alittle closer, his hands tightening on her breasts. She could almost feel his breath... his body.... and that made her tremble for other reasons... other than...fear...