The Island (Closed)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“It is ok, sweet thing. There is no shame in doing these things. It is natural for men and women to please each other in many ways. Please let me feel the warmth of your lips caress my manhood. Let me know the pleasure that you can give.”

His words were gentle, encouraging, and again Kilea wondered how this could be the same Master that had made Gwen scream as He had.. or made Him beat Paine as He had..

She felt the gentle nudge of His hand at the back of her head, His fingers softly grasping her long hair, His cock coming closer to her mouth, her lips. The hand that had been caressing His balls came up to rest upon His thigh, one might have thought she was going to try and push Him away, but that was not the case. She instead slid that hand around the back of His thigh, her other tightening around the base of His long, hard length....

"be gentle with me" she whispered as her mouth opened, moist lips brushing along the head of His cock as she felt it begin to ever so slowly glide past.. She wanted to please Him, wanted Him to be pleased with her... her tongue slid under His cock, cradling Him as she took Him within the warmth of her mouth, the feel was not unpleasant and neither was the taste... she suckling lightly upon Him... looking up at Him for guidance and acceptance...

 

[karnelman]

“Mmmmmmmmm, yes that feels good. See how easy it is? Take me deeper,” He moaned softly.

He caressed her cheek as he watched her suck on a cock for the first time. Though tentative and clearly new to such things, he could tell she was going to be good at using her mouth on men. He smiled at her, showing his approval. His fingers entangled in her hair as he gently guided and encouraged her. Her willingness and eagerness to please were exciting to him. Sex had mostly become a brutal violent thing for him. He occasionally took a young woman from amongst the servants gently, but today seemed a special treat for him. He had always liked this girl and her family. Now here she was nude on her knees, learning, sucking her first cock. He was glad to make it a gentle happy experience for her.

The moment did not last though. The shrieking of a kitchen wench ripped through the castle. The girl had slipped into the dungeon to provide water to Gwen. Though not specifically ordered to do so, the girl knew that not even the master at his angriest would deny water to the worst of his enemies. She had of course found her friend, hanging lifeless with her belly agape. The wound was festering and though that was not the cause of the maid’s demise, the girl thought it so. The sheer terror of seeing the nude girl dead from such torture caused the kitchen wench to lose her head and go running through the castle yelling. Jacques reluctantly pulled his twitching cock from the girl’s lips.

“A moment, sweet one. Do not move. I must investigate this disturbance,” He said softly as he made his way to the chamber door.

He did not bother to cover his nakedness before flinging open the door. Had anyone been in the hall they would have seen the master fully erect and the young virgin he was prepared to deflower on the floor ready to service him. But none was about. There were only the fading screams of the servant as she tore from the castle out onto the surrounding fields. Unfortunately, the master’s mood had changed. He did not like unknown commotion in his home. He assumed it had something to do with the foundling Paine and was quite perturbed. He barked for a guard to attend to him.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The girl heard the same keening scream that the Master heard, and felt her body shudder as a chill ran down her spine.

“A moment, sweet one. Do not move. I must investigate this disturbance"

She dared not move, instead lowering her head and closing her eyes, taking a quaking breath.

The screaming seemed to go on forever before finally fading as the kitchen wench tore out of the Castle and into the courtyard. The wench was sobbing, crying, screaming, but as others approached to help her, she could only stutter something about death... torture and death, before she bolted for the nearby wood, needing to get away from the Keep, get away from the pain and death within...

Kilea's mother was on her feet the instant the screaming had begun. She had been sitting with the still sleeping Paine, checking the girl's breathing, when the wench had torn past the slightly open door and down the long hall, the sounds of her howling voice seeming to bounce off the cold stone walls. Paine sat up with a gasp, roused from her sleep by the horrible echo...

"shhhhh,, girl... You rest here, I shall investigate what is going on... Guard, please step in and do not allow another to enter other than myself, Kilea, the Captain or the Master, and do NOT allow the girl to leave." The Guard nodded as the elder woman slipped past him.

She was older, wise, had been at the service of the Master since He had taken control at the death of the Elderly Ruler. She had known Him for the better part of 20 years, she herself having another 25 years on Him. Helena was nearly 65... Where He was a mere 40. Her "daughter" Kilea, was in reality her granddaughter, but for all intents and purposes, they were mother and daughter. Kilea's mother had died giving birth to her, it was Helena that had saved the newborn infant, and raised her.

Helena had seen the darker side of the Master many times, she herself, once, had survived a vicious beating by the Man Himself. That darker side, whatever it was that haunted Him, seemed to be appearing more and more. And this newcomer, Paine, did not seem to help matters much. In fact, there was something about her that He responded too, but the elderly woman would not dare to venture a guess as to what. For the moment, with the screaming fading into the distance, she knew that she needed to keep Paine away from Him, He certainly would not want to deal with the stranger again in the midst of this uproar.

The scream had come from the Dungeon, that much Helena knew. She also knew the the girl hung in there, and she knew who it was. On silent feet, she made her way to the door... she heard the Master call for a Guard to attend Him, and knew He would be there in a matter of moments. The door was ajar, and Helena stepped in. What she saw made her own scream rise in her throat, but she was controlled enough to silence it before it erupted forth. It was obvious Gwen was dead, and it was obvious that He had lost control in dealing with the girl... Helena knew that horrific gash came from only one thing, the thick, barbed, bullwhip... The spilled water that flooded the floor told Helena that the kitchen wench had come here to offer the beaten girl water, and had seen this. No wonder she had run screaming from the room.

Helena moved to the body, she would not allow it to hang there like that and fester. She released the bindings that held her wrists and as the body pitched forward, Helena caught her, gently laying her to the floor. She fetched a blanket from a nearby table, kept there for just this occassion, to cover and transport bodies, and indeed did cover the girl.

Hearing something at the door, she looks up, seeing several of the servants peering in, havng mercifully not appeared there til after Helena got the body down and covered.

"Go back to Your chores" she scolded, shooing them away. "Death is commonplace in life, let's not anger the Master by dwelling on this death"

The girls indeed scurried away, whispering among themselves... whispering that the Master had beaten to death one of their own..

Helena shook her head, wondering even to herself what had brought on such rage as to do this to a girl that He was familiar with. This was not the first time Helena had seen death, nor was it the first time she had seen death at His hand, but this was Gwen, one of HIs own servants. The death of a concubine was one thing, the death of one of His own servants was another... and this was a death brought on by extreme rage, that was what made Helena shiver there in that room, lit only by the flicker of a candle...

 

[karnelman]

It was Byron who attended to Jacques’s call. The captain was on his way back to check on Paine before going to take a much needed rest. He had not slept for far too long and on top of that there was the weariness brought on by the heinous acts he had committed. First at the behest of the master he had brutally raped poor Gwen, and then out of piety he had ended her life. Though he believed he had done the right and merciful thing by hastening her end he could not be completely sure. There was the chance that young Kilea might so soften the master’s rage that he would have spared Gwen. But most likely the darkness would have returned and Jacques would have brutalized the poor maid until she succumbed. When Byron came upon his master, completely naked and still partially erect he was taken aback. It was not at all good that the master had been disturbed while satisfying his carnal desires.

“Sir, how may I attend thee?”

“You may attend me by explaining what demon disturbs the peace of my house!” Jacques barked, no longer feeling calm and contented.

“Sir, I am not as of yet certain. I was on my way to investigate further. All I know at this time is that a kitchen wench was taking water to Gwen and ran from the castle screaming.”

Jacques returned to his study and grabbed a robe as he barked orders.

“No doubt she saw the condition of the deceitful bitch and was fearful for her own hide as I gave no orders for the whore to be watered! There is a little slut in my bed! Get her the fuck out!”

Jacques headed toward the dungeon as Byron went to the bed chamber. He found the daughter of his old friend naked in the master’s bed. He had not given much thought to the girl before. She had always just been the child of his friend. Now he saw her as a naked and alluring woman. Were it not for pressing matters he might well have been aroused by the pretty virgin. Though he imagined she was no longer virginal as she was naked and the master’s cock had clearly been in use when the disturbance occurred.

“Kilea, sweet child, you must get dressed and get out of here. The master’s rage is great. Please go to your house and make sure you stay out of his sight as much as possible. I believe he will be in a most foul mood for some days now,” He instructed.

Byron tarried for only a minute to enjoy the pretty girl’s nakedness. He wanted to meet the master in the dungeon to try and forestall any suspicion he might have over Gwen’s death. Unfortunately, the few minutes the captain had enjoyed looking upon the naked young woman had placed the elder woman in some danger. Jacques had made his way to the dungeon and found the healer hunched over the covered prone body of Gwen.

“What have we here woman? I gave no orders for anyone to attend this worthless, deceitful whore! What have you done?” The master demanded in a menacing tone.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Kilea, sweet child, you must get dressed and get out of here. The master’s rage is great. Please go to your house and make sure you stay out of his sight as much as possible. I believe he will be in a most foul mood for some days now,”

Kilea was shaking, unable to cease the trembling as things unfolded around her. She was suddenly terrified that the Master would return and take out His rage on her. When the Captain had come in, she had nearly jumped right out of her skin, but upon seeing Byron, she calmed ....

"Yes Captain" she whispered, already off the bed and moving. Dress back on, her cheeks flush with the embarrassment of being seen by the Captain, even tho she knew that nakedness was really perfectly normal, she was a virgin, still, and this shamed her somewhat.

As she passed Him, she whispered "thank You" into His ear, her voice a soft silken touch that fluttered past....then she was gone, running for home...

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“What have we here woman? I gave no orders for anyone to attend this worthless, deceitful whore! What have you done?

Helena turned her eyes to the Master. She was one of the ONLY women who indeed would meet His gaze, and speak her mind. That was what had gotten her beaten in the first place so long ago, but Helena knew her place, she never overstepped her bounds, and she always spoke with the utmost respect.

And... she always told the truth...

"Master, the girl was dead upon my arrival...Upon hearing the scream, knowing it came from this chamber, I secured the guest, and came to investigate. I knew who was in here, and I knew she had been punished. I did not know that she had passed on, until I got here. Apparently the screaming wench discovered her first, hence the ... disturbance. I merely took her down and covered her Master, and made sure that indeed there was no life. I did not think it appropriate, no matter her transgression, that the body be left to.... fester"

She stood, taking a step back from the body, eyes lowered respectfully... "And I would hope that You have held enough compassion to know that the kitchen wench only attempted to do for Gwen what was always done for even Your worst enemies... Please Master, know that... she meant no disrespect, just as I mean no disrespect..."

Helena could feel the rage, the darkness, flowing off of Him. Her thoughts turning to her Kilea... If He returned to her in the rage He currently was in, Kilea would suffer, and suffer greatly. Would He send her away? She prayed silently that He would, not aware that He already had. Her mind racing to think of what to do to prevent Him from viciously raping the virgin girl...

 

[karnelman]

“Get out of here! Leave my sight woman! Best ye remember not to overstep thy bounds in future!” He snarled.

The woman scurried from the dank, putrid chamber. Just as Byron reached the doorway, Jacques ripped the sheet from the naked body that only shortly before had writhed with pain under the master’s whip. The captain stopped short upon hearing the low growl his master omitted in disgust. As if he had sensed the presence of another, Jacques turned on his heels and looked toward the now frightened captain. Byron could see the intense rage in his master’s eyes. It was almost as if there burned a flame within his skull.

“How could she have died so quickly? I had not nearly finished with the treacherous cunt!” Jacques bellowed.

Byron feared that the rage Gwen would have known would rain down upon others. He wondered if he had made a mistake; wondered if by sparing the maid further pain he had doomed many others to suffering. He had to try to deflect the anger and perhaps forestall the darkness.

“Sir, she no doubt was frail and the ordeal likely aggravated some malady you could not have known she carried. This too was no doubt part of her deceitful nature,” He lied to the fuming lord of the manor.

Byron hated to speak ill of poor Gwen. However, the maid had passed and was far beyond the reach of the master. There were others to consider and protect, including himself.

“Are you saying that it is not my hand that caused this wretched bitch to pass to hell?” Jacques asked accusingly.

The captain immediately realized he had made a miscalculation. Instead of picking up the idea that Gwen was somehow responsible for her own death, the master seemed to have focused on the idea that someone else had a hand in the maid’s demise.

“Speak to me, Byron! Is it possible that someone helped hasten the slut’s end?” Jacques demanded to know as he turned and kicked the lifeless body.

Byron shook with fear as he stuttered the answer.

“Sir, look at her corpse! Surely it did not take any other than the injuries you and I inflicted upon the wretched wench to being about her end,” He practically pleaded.

“Do not lie to me! If you know of the actions of any other tell me now or suffer the same fate as they when I discover the plot!” The enraged master shouted.

“I know nothing other than what I myself did to the girl and the punishment I saw administered. God chose to take her and thus her fate is with providence. I beg that you do not take out on others who be innocent of any transgression what fate has stopped you form properly administering to the girl.”

Byron was frantic to quell the master’s blood lust. He knew there would be hell to pay for someone. The master would not tolerate even God taking away his torture of a transgressor. Though the captain’s plea seemed to calm Jacques, Byron knew well the darkness had a firm grip on the man’s soul.

“Then the matter is closed for now. This slut is to be displayed in the courtyard as a warning to my people! After two days any that care to may give her burial,” The master ordered as he pushed past the startled guard.

The master had never given such an order. All the inhabitants of the island by now knew of the cruel punishment and Gwen’s fate. Byron hoped that they did not know the extent of his involvement in her suffering. Sadly he wrapped the blanket around the lifeless body and tossed her over his shoulders. It was a grim task he had been given and he would not assign it to any of his men.

He carried the body to the court yard were he carefully lay Gwen on the soft grass. He truly did not know what the master meant by putting her on display. He wondered if laying her upon the grass would suffice, but feared he meant something more gruesome. The master did not leave him to ponder the issue. Jacques appeared at the door to give specific instructions.

“Byron, you seem confused by my orders. Have the gardener erect a pike in the center of the turf and then display her body as is upon it. Once it is complete you are to have all of my people assemble to view what happens to deceitful servants who do not know their place,” He said as calmly as if he was selecting which hog to slaughter.

Byron held his head low as he went off to find the gardener. Along the way he passed the humble shack of Kilea and her mother. He stopped to speak with his accomplice to be certain she would not take on any blame and to check on the girl. He wanted to make sure both of them stayed clear of the master. He knew it was likely that Jacques would use either of them as a substitute for Gwen if the darkness was bad enough. Jacques in the meantime had decided to pay Paine a visit.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine was awake, the horrifying scream having roused her from the semi-drug induced sleep that Helena, the elder healer had provided her, in her tea of course. She had wrapped one of the provided blankets around her naked body, not wishing to be bared to the guard's eyes, not that he was looking at her, in reality he was not. He was almost as scared as most of the inhabitants of the Keep, he was nervously looking down, around, anywhere than at the Stranger, the Stranger that had begun this weird, lethal, sequence of events.

Paine herself could see that he was scared, between the scream, the answering bellow of the Master, which she had clearly heard, and the voices of the other servants and Byron the guard, no wonder the one before her was nearly shaking...

Her thoughts, tho, were a little fuzzy on what had actually happened. She remebered becoming angry with Jacques... she remembered challenging Him to rape her... but after that things got a bit dim... She struggled to remember, an image coming to her mind...

A girl, bound in the dungeon, the same dungeon she herself had been chained in, screaming, begging for mercy, bleeding as He beat her, tortured her.

Did that really happen??? Or was it a nightmare of her own beating that was haunting her. Paine was not sure, it felt both real and dreamlike. The idea that He would hurt someone so viciously terrified her, and she, was His captive.

"tell me... tell me what is happening" she quietly begged the guard. The young man stayed silent for a moment, thinking about it. He had been told to guard her, He had been told to not allow her to leave, nor to allow any other than the appropriate people, within. He had not been told to stay silent...

He, himself, knew not the details, but he did tell the ugly girl, and he thought her quite ugly, the basics...

"The Master has punished one of His servants, she was to be left bound in the dungeon to await further, discipline, and from what I understand, she has died... and the Master is none to happy about it"

"why... do you know why she was being punished?" Paine asked, her foggy memory not recalling the reason at the moment.

The guard looked her in the eyes then .... "Because of you" .... it was apparent he did not know the whole story, and it was apparent that he was not paying much attention to what was going on around him, because he never heard the Master approach....

Paine, on the other hand, did hear the approaching footsteps, breathing, those midnight dark eyes of her focusing beyond the speaking guard, to the door, which still stood partway open.

 

[karnelman]

Jacques stood in the doorway of Paine’s small room. He wasn’t really sure what he wanted. The last hour had been rather an ordeal of feelings for the master. He had been in the midst of a tender exchange that was leading to his gentle taking of a sweet virgin servant girl. But the rude interruption had quickly soured his mood. Then there was the disappointment of having the pleasure of finishing Gwen’s punishment and the rage of thinking somehow he had been betrayed again. Overlaying it all was some nagging feeling about Byron. In the last two days the master had had a number of occasions to wonder about the captain and his actions. Jacques did not like the feeling that his trusted guard and only friend might not be the loyal minion he imagined.

Now as he stood looking at Paine, other feelings flooded his already confused soul. Why did the intruder that most men clearly found repulsive raise such desire within him? Even now, huddled upon her bed, her wiry, tangled, dark hair a mess, he face still puffy from sleep, he felt an odd desire toward. Why had he not simply fucked the girl and moved on? Why was she not now being used by the guardsmen as a reward for their service?

He stepped into the room and barked a single word, “Out!”

The guard left so quickly it was as if he had simply vanished.

“So how is our little, obstinate castaway this morning?” He asked in a strangely pleasant manner.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“So how is our little, obstinate castaway this morning?”

Paine blinked as she focused on Him, the tea and the drug within still having the slightest effect on her, but it was wearing off quickly...


"still a little sleepy" she honestly answered, fingers lifting and running thru her dark, wild hair. The sudden thought came to her, she had the blanket wrapped around her and He wished her naked, that was something she distinctly remembered. As she sat up, she let the blanket fall open to reveal her bared body beneath.. if one took a good look, they would see that the heated flush of infection was gone, as was the pale white of weakness. The Elder Healer had done well in saving her life.

"Jacques" she whispered... "how.. are You?? "

She genuinely wanted to know. Despite His deceptive tone of His voice, Paine knew that He was fighting His rage, or was it something else?? She desperately wanted to ask Him what happened, but was afraid of upsetting Him further.... but then again, to ask what had happened to her would be an honest question..

"Can.. can You tell me what happened to me? Last I really remember was getting to my feet and falling... the world spinning around me, and... I remember being very hot... so very hot...."

 

[karnelman]

He was pleased when she let the blanket fall away and freely revealed her body to him without being told. He saw that she was recovering; there was no longer any sign of the sickness that had gripped her.

Can.. can You tell me what happened to me? Last I really remember was getting to my feet and falling... the world spinning around me, and... I remember being very hot... so very hot...."

“I am afraid I owe you an apology for my errant servant. It seems that in some misguided attempt to win my favor she did not properly attend your wounds leaving you to suffer a malady. I have learned that she has done this in the past. Fortunately you come from strong stock and survived her treachery,” He answered honestly.

He walked to the bed and sat next to Paine. Without asking he reached out and gently caressed her voluptuous breast. He exhaled deeply. He both needed and wanted her desperately. But still he didn’t want to rape her. He wanted her to give in to his desires; to let him make love to her. He leaned toward her and placed his lips softly against hers, hoping she would return the kiss.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

His hand came to rest upon her breast as He settled next to her on the bed. Paine's body tensed for a moment, but the touch was gentle, and the kneading actually felt... good. She could feel the faintest of tremors moving thru her ... feel her nipple swell, warm... against His palm...

She tried to say something, but even she was not sure what she wanted or needed to say, the sensation of His hand, His closeness, were overwhelming to the still weakened Paine.

And His touch, was sooo very soothing, and heated....

Paine did not cower back when He leaned in to kiss her, His lips brushing against her own, light, tender, a whisp of a touch. She reached up, with every intention of pushing Him back, ever so gently of course, or maybe to at least stop Him from being so close, so very close to her face. She could feel His breathing, her own mingling with His, the feather light brush of lips, she had intended to try and gently stop Him, but instead her fingers slipped into His hair, stroking thru, feeling the short tendrils dancing along those slender lengths ... her lips part, accepting His kiss, she sighing into it, the sound felt as a slight vibration, of lips... to lips...

She began to lean back, at His gentle insistance, feeling His body coming down over her own, not heavy, not forcing, just a tender nudge until she was resting upon the small bed, the blanket open completely... revealing her curves, her body, her sex... He now laying atop of her, the kiss... deepening..

 

[karnelman]

A rush of exhilaration filled Jacques core as she seemingly began to give into his advances. He slipped his tongue out and teased the edges of her surprisingly welcoming lips. His body pressed into her gently and in no way menacing or forceful. He continued to tenderly fondle her breast as she fell back upon the bed. He lay upon her open exposed welcoming body as he slowly pushed his tongue past her warm soft lips. As they kissed his own loosely tied robe game open revealing his hard naked body. He broke the kiss only long enough to moan his desire to his virgin partner.

“Oh yes, I want you! You are so beautiful!”

One hand slowly moved down her body as the other went back and forth over her enticing breasts. He returned his lips to hers and once again slipped his anxious tongue past her lips. His cock grew as their naked flesh rubbed together. He began to moan to her mouth as his passion rose, oblivious to the servants who passed by the open door to the bed chamber. Though none tarried to watch they still bore witness to the master coupling gently with what they all thought was a homely castaway. But Jacques did not think as they did, he truly found her beautiful, alluring and sensual. The servants feared closing the door and revealing that the master’s privacy had been violated.

Jacques found the moist cleft between her legs and tenderly parted her warm pink folds. His finger found her tiny bud. He touched her most intimate of places as she had never been touched before. He softly circled her sensitive, tingling clit with his finger as he began to move his lips away from her lips. First he lavished kisses on her cheek and neck. Then he caressed her shoulder with his lips and tongue. Moving lower his lips slid over her heaving breast until he found her hardened nipple. He sucked her nipple into his hungry mouth as his finger danced over her clit.

Unbeknownst to the lovers, Byron had completed his duties and was on his way to report to the master. He assumed he would find him with Paine. He had no notion that he would find the two of them in bed, together, naked and in the throws of passion. The captain stepped into the doorway unaware of the scene he was about to come upon. He froze instantly upon seeing the couple writing upon the bed. He knew that he should withdraw before the master detected his presence but he seemed unable to move. The sight of Paine, for whom he was developing a deep attraction being made love to, was overwhelming. Desires boiled deep within him. He wanted to be the one who lay naked with the girl. He wished deep in his soul to snatch his brutish master off the girl and take his place. At the same time he was fascinated by the gentle way Jacques was handling the girl.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine was lost in the emotions and sensations that were now racing thru her, crashing over her, His mouth suckling hard at her darkened, warm nipple, His hand dipping between her thighs, to her most intimate of places, fingers delving, she gasping as He finds her clit, the incessant stroking over it was driving her nearly wild. She had never felt sensations like this before, her body felt as if it were ablaze, with trendrils of heat darting out from both her nipple and where He caressed her sex...

Gasping, moaning, her head falling back to the bed, dark eyes staring at the ceiling above. Her own fingers clawed at His back, raking up and down as He suckled from her, moving from one nipple to the other, both were warm and swollen now. He nursing like a baby, feeding from her..

She was panting, whimpering, hips rising and falling from the bed in rhythm to His caressing, His weight was heavy on her, but comfortable.. His body, naked under the open robe, sliding against her own, skin to skin, warm, damp, she grasping at the robe along His back as she cries out, her voice lifting to echo in the quiet of the room..

Why was she letting this happen?

The sudden thought danced across her mind... followed by another...

Only lay with one you love, and who loves you....

She heard something at that moment, something outside the intense pleasure that the Master was making her feel, something outside what was taking place and about to take place. Her eyes followed the sound and came to rest on Byron.. the Guard Captain... She felt her heart respond, seeming to pause in her chest as she stared at the handsome, kind Captain... she felt something deep inside... for Him... not the Master who was upon her, but Him, the Captain of the Guard..

"nooo... nooo... I can't do this" she whispered as she tore her eyes from the Guard.. "please.. don't make me do this"

It did not matter to her that women oft times gave their bodies to whoever wished to use them, it did not matter to her that men and women lying together was really perfectly natural.. All she could think of was the Nanny...

Only lay with one you love, who loves you...

She had been taught that her body, and the pleasures that could be taken from her body, were a gift she could give to any she wished, and even tho, most women gave that gift to whoever wished it, and got pleasure in return... Paine could not, not while looking at the man, the Captain of the Guard, that she too, was developing feelings for. A Man that she would ..... that she wanted to.. lay with... She did not want the Master taking from her something that she was even now wanting to give to another...

"NO" she again cried out, she writhing, squirming, under Him now, trying to get Him to stop what He was doing, even tho she was still gasping, moaning at the feelings He was sending cascading thru her...

 

[karnelman]

"NO"

Her denial was a mistake. His intention had been to follow his suckling of her supple tits by lavishing her sex with the pleasure of his tongue. But her rejection of his affection only served to sour his mood. His passion was past the point of retreat. He would have her no matter her feelings on the matter. Now fully aware of the surrounds he followed her gaze to discover what had broken the spell of lust. He saw Byron staring at her with fire and lust in his eyes. He turned back and saw the desire in her eyes. He knew at once that she wanted the strong handsome captain and he her.

“So it is our Byron that brings the fire to your loins? It shall be my cock that pierces maidenhood, after that ye may fuck him. Byron the ugly bitch’s cunt is all yours after I finish with her!” He barked as he roughly forced Paine’s further apart.

He pressed his mouth hard to her lips and forced his tongue into her closed mouth. Her attempts to fight him were hopeless as she was already pinned under his weight. Weight he now used in a far less gentle way. He pinned her arms down with his hands and held her thighs open with his knees. His hard cock twitched and jerks inches from her still soaking pussy. It was her good fortune that she would not be dry when he broke through her virginity.

Byron looked on in shock and horror. He was saddened that it seemed to be his presence that changed Paine’s deflowering from a gentle kind act to a brutal painful rape. Yet there was nothing he could do to change things. If he moved against the master, his own body and would join poor Gwen’s in the courtyard. He would not save Paine; more likely he would make her fate worse.

Jacques released one of the squirming desperate girl’s arms so that he could reach down to aim his throbbing cock at her virgin entrance. The head of his fat shaft found her hole just as she lashed out and scratched his face. She had made yet another mistake in her frantic desire to escape the master’s assault. He pushed his cock forward hard against the resistance of her virginity as he raised his hand. He slapped Paine so hard that her head flew to the side.

Byron could no longer stand idle and moved toward the bed. Jacques had expected that the captain might succumb to his feelings and was ready for action. He whipped his leg out just as Byron came upon the bed, catching the surprised man in the groin. As the captain doubled over, Jacques’s cock broke through and impaled the helpless girl.

“Guard come now!” Jacques roared.

The kind guard who had attended Paine earlier had remained nearby and was there in moments. He stood awe struck unsure of what he was to do as he awaited orders. Byron sunk to the floor defeated, unable to make a move on the master while an armed guard attended the scene. No one spoke. The only sounds were the grunting of the master as he thrust in and out of Paine’s no longer virgin pussy.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“So it is our Byron that brings the fire to your loins? It shall be my cock that pierces maidenhood, after that ye may fuck him. Byron the ugly bitch’s cunt is all yours after I finish with her!”

Everything happened so fast, His horrible words, she staring that the Captain, the Captain staring back at her, her one word, "NO" now seeming to bounce off the walls of the room and echo over and over again. The fact was, she was screaming it over and over again, but her voice, and strength were weakening, and weakening quickly...

She lashed out at Jacques, her nails raking viciously across His face, bringing forth blood, they bit in sooo deeply. That was answered by a resounding strike from the Master, her head snapping aside at the force, burning pain shooting thru her as her eyes went wide and blank, Paine seeing stars and flashes of light from the brutal wicked smack.... her whole world swam before her eyes...

But she was aware enough to see Jacques kick out at the approaching Byron, and the Guard Captain howling in pain as He doubled over, and.... she was quite well aware of Jacques plunging His hard, thick cock inside her, tearing thru her virginal barrier... Paine shrieked at the thrust, her body arching upwards, off the bed, tightening around Him, tensing, a flood of slick juices spilling out, mingling with the blood that now coated His member...

She heard the other Guard come running in, but Paine could not respond, could not call for help, not that help would come. She was trapped, being raped by the Master of the Island, and even her screams were now silent... the only sounds she made were the soft moanings that escaped her when He tried to kiss her, and despairing whimpering as He thrust in and out of the wet grasp of her sex... pain shot thru her, from her face, and from where He was raping her. In vain she tried to struggle under Him, but He was too heavy and too dominant. He had her pinned and was buried balls deep inside of her... tears fell, silent tears, screaming would not help her now...

Her body and the bed, moved in unison under Him, each hard bucking into her, He grunting as He took her, mingling with the sounds of their bodies coming together, wet skin against wet skin, forcing the breath out of her in panting gasps..

Her sex, on the other hand, was behaving just as it should.. silken velvet like walls closing around the invading length like the fit of a tight glove, muscles embracing Him in a vice like sheathe, slick and heated, He pushing deeper with every thrust into her..

Paine remembered the name ... Marisa... He had to have been so deeply in love with Marisa.. to have allowed losing her to tear Him apart so badly, to send Him spiraling into the monster of a Man He had become...

"tell me something" she managed to whisper in His ear as He raped her "would You have wanted to see Marisa being raped ? What if she were being raped right in front of You? What would You have done? "

 

[karnelman]

He felt his cock brake through. He almost smiled at the thought of his thick throbbing cock being coated in virgin blood. The sounds and smells and feel of sex filled him with raw passion. He ground his aching cock deep inside the helpless girl’s pussy. He continued to fuck her despite her pleas and tears. There was no force that could stop him now. He took a moment to look upon his audience. He grinned with delight at the incapacitated captain and the stunned guard. He was taking what Byron. He wondered if his friend would choose life by fucking the slut in front of an audience or would the bold captain prefer the slow death of the dungeon. His blood lust mixing with his carnal returned his attention to the writhing female under him and he fucked her with an increased vigor.

"would You have wanted to see Marisa being raped ? What if she were being raped right in front of You? What would You have done? "

“Shut up slut!” He screamed as he once again forcefully slapped Paine. “I warned you to never speak her name again! Your words continue to protest, but your cunt tells another story. As I have known from my first sight of you, you are nothing but a bitch slut that needed her cunt properly drilled! Well by the sunset you shall have known the pleasures of many men and if you speak to me again I shall remove your foul tongue!”

He was nearly roaring as he rammed his cock in and out of her gushing pussy. He was totally lost in the rape. The mention of his former lover only angered him more and increased the brutality of his assault. Paine is not Marisa he screamed at himself in his head as he viciously assaulted her.

Byron, again unable to stand watching the girl who he had grown attracted to be so violently assaulted attempted to regain his feet. He only managed a slight move toward the master before the guard sprung forward.

“I am sorry, Sir, please I beg ye forgiveness, but I can nay allow you to harm the master,” The guard said as he laid his hand upon the captain’s shoulder.

Byron turned attempting to push the guard off. However, the firm kick to his groin had badly depleted his strength and the guard was a much younger man. The guard held him off while pleading with his captain to abandon the fight.

“Please Sir; do not force me to harm you. I shall not forfeit my life even for you, my lord,” The guard said behind sad eyes.

Byron again seeing he was defeated managed to push past the guard and exit the room. He could not stop the assault so he chose to escape the horrible scene. As the captain left Jacques reached climax. The guard stood only a foot away watching almost mesmerized as the master’s entire body quivered. He was cumming deep inside Paine, shooting his seed into her body. Once the climax passed the master climbed off the terrified girl. Still panting from the exhilaration of his orgasm he barked orders to the young guard.

“Gather whatever men you need and bring the captain back here! Once he has had his turn with this whore the guard will be rewarded with their turns!”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“I warned you to never speak her name again! Your words continue to protest, but your cunt tells another story. As I have known from my first sight of you, you are nothing but a bitch slut that needed her cunt properly drilled! Well by the sunset you shall have known the pleasures of many men and if you speak to me again I shall remove your foul tongue!”

Paine gathered the last of her strength and screamed as Jacques emptied Himself inside of her, she feeling every throbbing burst from His cock , filling her body, her womb, with His heated seed.... When He pulled from her, her tightened muscles releasing His cock, blood and His seed spilling from her, her scream of despair faded, floating down the hall, lifting to the high rafters, before finally she went silent.

Byron was gone, only the young guard was left, staring at the spectacle before him, and from the bulge that showed in the front of his breeches, aroused at the of the virgin girl, as ugly as she was, being raped.

"Gather whatever men you need and bring the captain back here! Once he has had his turn with this whore the guard will be rewarded with their turns"

Paine's eyes widened at that. She looked up at Jacques, eyes filled with the most intense hate, flickering deep inside.

She wanted to speak, to tell Him that she wished Him dead.. anything. But words would not come. Her voice was nearly gone from her screaming, and she could only lay there, curling her legs up under her in a vain attempt to protect herself from another assault.

She would beg for death, that was all she had left.

The young guard did as he was told, rushing from the room to find the Captain and gather the rest of the guards for a night of pleasure, at least for them. Even fucking a hideously ugly girl was better than nothing at all..

Helena appeared in the doorway, carrying water. She had heard the screams, and knew what was happening. She had hoped to spare the girl, but that was not to be. Her heart sank as she heard the Master's orders just as she was coming down the hall. All she could do now was offer the girl some water and help clean her up..

She looked to Him for permission, and He granted it with nothing more than a curt nod. His men after all would want a lively slut to fuck, not one that was half dead.

Helena came to Paine, sitting down on the bed at her side. Brushing tender fingers over the girl's bruised cheek.... "shhhhh" she tried to calm the crying girl, letting her take several sips of water from the skin she had, and ever so gently cleaning her of the blood and seed that stained her pussy and thighs...

"You never told me your name" she whispered, only wishing to engage the girl in conversation to help calm her. She knew her name was Paine from the Master, and the Captain.. but the girl had never told her that herself.

The elder woman's voice was soft, soothing, and Paine did respond to it, trying to calm, and keep the tears from flowing.

"Paine.... Paine Fey" she managed to answer, her voice raw, quivering, but just loud enough for Him to hear, Fey... was the same last name as Marisa.... Marisa Fey.... And it was not a common name.....

 

[karnelman]

Something about the girl’s name nagged at him, but he was still too lost in his rage to comprehend its meaning.

“Damn you old woman! There is no need to clean the slut’s cunt. It still has much work to do. Come here and clean her virgin blood off of me!” He yelled at Helena.

Knowing he was in no mood to trifle with, the older woman jumped to her feet and went to the master. She knelt before him and he let the robe fall fully open. His cock was heavy marked with Paine’s blood. Helena took the cloth and dipped it in the bucket of cool water. As she bathed his still semi-erect manhood, it once again began to grow. The woman dropped her face from his eyes so that he would not see the grimace on her face. She knew well he was not through satisfying his lust for the night and she did not want to be his next victim.

“Yes, Helena, that feels good,” He moaned as she washed away the evidence of his heinous actions.

His cock grew to its full size as she moved from cleaning his shaft to bating his testicles. She had of course bathed men before, including the master. She knew he liked his private parts well attend. She spent many minutes carefully washing his large balls before moving on to wash the girl’s mixed juices form his thighs. When she had finished cleaning him, she looked up, hoping to be dismissed. His erection jerked and he smiled down at her.

“It has been a long while since I have felt your delicate lips, Helena,” He said softly.

She did not wait for further orders. One time feeling his wrath was enough. Her only hope was that she would be satisfied with her mouth and not want more of her. She gently wrapped the base of his cock in her fingers as she brought her lips to his cock head. She forced a smile as she slipped her tongue out and licked him as she knew he liked. Helena was well practiced at pleasing men. She had had to be to survive the cruel world she grew up in. Soon she was sliding her lips up and down his length as she fondled his ball sack. Had it not been for the cruelty that he had just committed she would have happily given him this pleasure. However, now all she could do was pray for his release and her exit from the situation.

“Enough woman!” He barked to her surprise. “Go now and send that delicious daughter of yours to my bed chamber. She can finish what you have started while the men have their pleasures with this whore! I do not care to watch the ugly bitch get fucked.”

Helena hurried from the room desperately trying to figure a way to save her daughter leaving Paine alone with Jacques.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Helena hurried from the room, her heart wildly beating, her mind racing. Her first thoughts were of Kilea of course, the thought of her being raped as Paine had just been made her blood run cold.

And Paine, who was about to be gang raped, Helena had no idea how to help her either. Even now she could hear the guards being summoned. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she desperately tried to think of a way out of this. But there was none, at least not for Paine. Kilea, on the other hand, she may be able to save Kilea...

Her only hope would be to send some ale, or wine, with Kilea to the Master's bed chamber. Of course both would be spiked with an herb that Helena knew would send the Master to sleep, a deep, sound sleep. It was the same herb that she had given Paine, it would just be a stronger dose. Helena knew she was playing a deadly game. If He ever found out, she would be beaten to death, just as Gwen was, well, almost was. But if it would save Kilea from being abused by the Master in His rage, it was a chance she would have to take.

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Paine lay on the still blood soaked mattress. Blood and His seed having spilled from her. She herself had not orgasmed, her body had been brutilized, climax was not about to happen. She had stopped sobbing, and lay there quietly, at least for the moment. She had already scanned the room, searching for a weapon of any kind, anything to end her life. She was helpless... she had no other choices. But there were no weapons to be found, the Master had come in wearing only His robe.

Byron, Byron had a weapon, several actually. Paine remembered seeing a sword and a dagger. The dagger, that would be quick and easy. She would have to make a grab for it, and plunge it in deep. Mattered not, if she missed, surely the others would kill her then. For attacking their Captain. Her other option was pretty simple. Enrage Jacques so He would kill her with His own hands. He was capable she was sure.

She looked up at Him, again that glaze of pure hatred in her eyes, but mingled within that was her resignation at what was going to happen.

"I will be sure to find Marisa, whether in this life or the next, and tell her what a foul Monster You have become. I will make certain that she hates You as much as I do..... she will wonder how she ever loved a beast such as You" Paine spit, hoping to enrage Him. She had a knack for doing that. If He did not kill her with His own 2 hands, she will make sure to do it herself.

She was trembling, her voice quivering. In reality the girl was terrified, tears once more dancing down her face. She did not want to die, but she saw no choice. The torture of being gang raped was something she could not endure... and... she no longer had anything to live for. He had ripped all she had from her by turning her into a whore, raping her, making her more worthless than she already was....

 

[karnelman]

Jacques paced the room as he waited for the guards to return with Byron. He wanted to get out of there. For some reason he felt as if his skin was crawling. He usually was invigorated after taken a maiden; usually loved carrying the mark of her virgin blood. This day he could not wait a moment longer to have Paine’s stain cleansed from him. Water had not even been enough; he had made the old woman suck him to further clean him not for the pleasure. He drew his robe closed and avoided looking upon the brutalized young woman.

"I will be sure to find Marisa, whether in this life or the next, and tell her what a foul Monster You have become. I will make certain that she hates You as much as I do..... she will wonder how she ever loved a beast such as You"

He stopped pacing and turned toward the foul creature that dared to utter such words. Though his eyes burned with fire he did not move to rip the girl apart as he might have another. Instead of a battered homely castaway he saw once again the beauty her first thought Paine to be. He moved to the bed and looked down upon the trembling woman. He raised his hand as if to strike her but the blow never landed. Instead he merely spat upon her breast.

“I have warned you not speak of those you know not of. You may look like her and even have her name, but you are not her, bitch!” He barked trying more to convince himself than Paine. “Now you will learn what it means to be a member of my household. I will not give you what you so desire. You will have neither death nor your precious captain. You will remain locked in this room without being attended to for three days. There will be no food, nor water. That corner shall be your toilet. For entertain meant you will have the screams of the captain as he atones for his insolence. If you survive then you shall enjoy the company of the guardsmen!”

He strode out of her room and pulled the heavy door shut. There was no mistaking the sound of the heavy bolt locking Paine away. When the guard arrived with Byron, Jacques saw that he had obviously fought his men. The captain was bruised and bound. The guards had been forced to drag him half conscious to the master.

“Take him to the dungeon, strip him and chain him to the wall! I will attend to him later. This door is to be kept locked and guarded. None are to enter without word from my lips!” The master ordered.

Jacques went to his bedchamber as his only friend was dragged away. He would not have the heart to actually kill Byron, but he had to severely punish him. He could no longer be captain of the guard. Jacques was sad. He let his robe fall to the floor and flung his naked body upon his bed. He waited for Kilea. He needed some tenderness. Though he imagined her poor mother thought he would brutalize the girl as he had Paine he had no intention of such things. He only wanted her soft, warm, naked flesh against his body. He wanted to caress her body and tenderly kiss her sweet lips. He badly needed a lover. He had had all the rage ripped from him with Paine. He needed a respite before the coming eve and the punishment of Byron. There was a small knock on the door, so soft as to be almost unheard.

“Come.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Helena had mixed the herb, and lace both the wine and ale with a strong dosage. Kilea did not like the idea at all. Not at all. But she did as Helena pleaded, and took both with her.

Was she scared?... of course, nearly to death. Was she trembling? ... visably. But Kilea was more, sensative than some others. She, for whatever reason, did not think that the Master would indeed take His rage out on her. Helena had told her what He had done to the captive. Kilea had cried for her, knowing the girl must feel pain, shame, and terrible fear. And the Captain. It was He that she heard as she walked slowly, quietly, toward the Master's chambers. She paused, smiling at the guard who stood outside.

"Might I see the captive one?"

The guard nodded, no orders had been given that none could view the Guard Captain, and, he knew that others seeing Him bound as He was would only shame Him further. This particular guard hoped to take the rank of Captain in the very near future.

Kilea stepped in, looking in sadness upon the handsome Captain of the guard. She still carried the wine and ale, setting the ale down, she approached the bound Captain quietly, the guard outside was not paying attention to the servant girl, he had no need to.

"Drink this, You will sleep, it will help You get thru this" she whispered, bringing the wine skin to His lips and allowing Him to taste of the tainted mixture.

It took only a moment, Kilea knew she could not linger.

"thank you" she nodded to the guard as she left, smiling prettily at him. She was a cunning as Helena when she needed to be.

She then passed by the room Paine was being kept in. She paused to chat with the guard, a nervous young fellow, but he did his duty and did it well.

"I will send food for you" Kilea promised the guard, who was stuck there for the night, not having had a chance to have any dinner. He smiled gratefully.

"here, try some of this, it is mere ale, but will quiet the growl in your belly until dinner arrives" She offered him the tainted ale. Mere minutes later he was collasped against the wall, asleep.

Kilea carefully, quietly opened the door to Paine's room...


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"You will learn what it means to be a member of my household. I will not give you what you so desire. You will have neither death nor your precious captain. You will remain locked in this room without being attended to for three days. There will be no food, nor water. That corner shall be your toilet. For entertain meant you will have the screams of the captain as he atones for his insolence. If you survive then you shall enjoy the company of the guardsmen!”

He had raised His hand as if to strike her, and for the first time, Paine did not back away. She welcomed the strike, she hoped it would lead to Him losing all control, and simply killing her right then and there... but that was not to be. His hand never fell....

The Captain, He was going to punish the Captain for what she did. She tried to protest, tried to beg Him to have mercy on the Captain, but the heavy slam of the door as He strode out, not hearing her, not caring, was the answer she got. He left her sobbing on the bed...

She heard the door opening, and lifted her head, hoping against all hope that it was the guard, with a weapon she could grab for, or Him, come to finish what He started and end her life. But it was neither, it was the younger healer... Paine did not know her name...

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Kilea went to the girl's side. "Drink this" she offered the poor girl the rest of the wine. "You will sleep, and hopefully this nightmare will be over when you awaken." .... Paine did not fight her, she had no strength left to fight, she drank the wine, and fell into a deep, very deep... sleep...

She relocked the door, then smiled to the still sleeping guard. He should be awake before the Master returns. But if not, better the guard suffer than the girl, at least that was how Kilea saw it...

She abandoned both skins in the garbage shoot, and approached His door. Her knock was soft, almost tentative.. she was wearing a pretty blue dress this time, nothing fancy, a deep blue that clung to her curves, fell low on her hips, the skirt dancing around her slender legs.. Her hair was falling free, down her back, and she had gone to Him sans her undergarments. She knew what He wanted, she knew what she would be made to give Him. She hoped she was right that He would not viciously rape her, but if He did, she would get thru it...

"Come"

The door opens slightly, quietly, and Kilea slips in, leaning against the door to close it.

"You summoned me... Master" she whispered, the slightest cant to her head as she looked at Him. He looked almost as broken as Paine had. He had the same lost look in His eyes.. Kilea did not wait to be beckoned to His side, she came of her own accord, sitting down on the bed next to Him. It was not lost on her that He was naked, but at the moment, He looked more like He needed comforting than sex, so it was comforting that she offered, by simply opening her arms to Him...

 

[karnelman]

The girl entered and offered Jacques exactly what he needed. He reached out accepting her offered arms. He pulled her down upon him and they embraced. Uncharacteristically, he spoke to her of his needs.

“Ah sweet girl, I am weary. The weight of my world is most heavy this day. I need to rest, but I do not wish to do so alone. You seem to be one who understands the burdens I carry as master of this estate. I wish you to lie with me and offer the comfort of your silky flesh as I rest.”

As if in explanation he gently pulled at the slight dress she wore, indicating he wanted her once again nude. He smiled as a last word passed his lips, “Please.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Please"...

It was uncharacteristic of the Master to use that begging, pleading word. She looked down at Him, brushing her slender fingers into and threw His hair, feeling the slightly damp strands tickle along each slender length. She knew why they were damp, from His exerations in raping the girl. But that did not matter now, and she could not let her knowledge of what He did, effect her behaviour with Him now.

She slipped from His embrace, and quickly allowed the dress to fall from her body. She was naked beneath, again having known what He was summoning her for. Crawling back onto the bed, she laid down next to Him, allowing Him to glide His hands along her now bared flesh, to touch where He wished, explore, caress, or simply just rest His hand upon her belly, or chest as it rose and fell with her quiet breathing.

"I will comfort You... Master.. as best I can... please know that You may speak to me as candidly as You wish, I would offer my tongue to You to be severed if ever I repeat anything You say to me, or anything that You desire to do to me... I only ask... no... Master... I beg only 1 thing....."

She paused, no doubt He was thinking she was going to beg Him to be gentle... or not take her at all... maybe He thought she would beg for the Captain's life, or Paine's....

"I beg to be allowed to speak respectfully but freely Master... "

If she were to comfort Him, she would need to be able to speak, to calm Him, soothe Him, to reassure Him....

 

[karnelman]

“I wish to hear no words of any kind now, sweet one. Your mouth has but one purpose this day and that is to pleasure me. If on the morrow you still wish to risk speaking freely to me then your request will be granted assuming I am well served this afternoon,” He sighed in a tired almost defeated voice.

He ran his hand over her smooth previously untouched flesh, caressing her in places only her own hand had previously touched. He fondled her supple breasts and teased her sensitive nipples. He ran his hands down her body and up between her legs. He spread the folds of flesh that guarded her virgin pussy. He slid his fingers along the warm silken crease below her soft tuft of pubic hair. He touched her hood and found the button hidden there. He kissed her softly as he gently placed the tip of his finger of his finger inside her tight opening. There was no force, only a gentle easy exploration of the girl’s body. He kissed her again as he withdrew his finger, satisfied that the girl was indeed a virgin. She had no idea at that point that he intended to keep her that way for awhile longer.

“Now it is time that you finished what you began earlier. After you pleasure me, we shall sleep together. When we wake I shall have your things moved into the main house as I have decided to keep you as my own for a time. I miss the warmth of sharing my bed. I wish to sleep with your flesh next to mine,” He said softly as he tenderly began to guide her face toward his growing manhood.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The only sound Kilea could make, and did make, in answer to His words, was a low, purring moan that tumbled past her lips as His hands explored her. She let her arms lift over her head, grasping the head board of the great bed as He touched her, explored her. When His fingers found, and then dipped into the tight slit of her sex, brushing over her virginal clit, she gasped, the sound hushed, as her back arches, hips lifting, thighs parting for Him...

She tensed when the tip of His long middle finger pressed inside of her, a natural reaction, one she could not control. Wetness soaked around that finger, the tight velvet grasp seeming to pulse as He investigated her ever so gently. Her barrier intact, she felt a momentary cramp when He pushed against it before withdrawing... Kilea was panting, whimpering slightly, the sounds erotic and quiet, her lips quivering ...

“Now it is time that you finished what you began earlier. After you pleasure me, we shall sleep together. When we wake I shall have your things moved into the main house as I have decided to keep you as my own for a time. I miss the warmth of sharing my bed. I wish to sleep with your flesh next to mine,”

Kilea's eyes widened at that. That was not something she expected, but she would never dare to argue the point. He was being extrodinarily gentle with her, given the brutality of the rape of the captive girl...

Kilea shifted slighlty on the bed as He guided her down, toward His now hardening cock. She moved again, coming to rest between His outstretched legs. His cock still scented of Paine's sex, but Kilea quickly disregarded that. She would pleasure Him. She would do whatever He wished. In the end, no matter how gentle He was being, she had no choice.

One hand wrapping about the base of His cock, the other resting upon His hip, she let her lips part and took Him within. She was scared, hoped she was doing it right, but He had been enjoying earlier, before the interrupting scream, she would just do the same now. As a matter of fact, in the position she was on now, laying between His legs, her head over His thick cock, she was in more of a control position than she had been when on her knees at His feet. Well, in as much control as she could be. She felt His hand curl into her hair, grasping, holding, guiding, albeit gently as His cock slid into her willing mouth.

Kilea had to fight the reflex to gag, but she managed to take Him rather deeply without choking. Her tongue licking down the underside, along the thick vein that stood out, the wetness from her mouth coating Him, soaking Him, warmth overspreading the surface of His member... Long silken tendrils of her hair fell forward, tickling and dancing over His hips, the tops of His thighs, and even touching His balls lightly... she slowly establishes a rhythm, His cock moving now in and out of her mouth, her head bobbing slightly, the whole of her form moving as she pleasured Him, tasted Him. Kilea worshipped the Master, all the inhabitants did, if they knew what was good for them, she showed her devotion as her lips embraced Him again, and again and again