Slave to the Sorceress

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

Her back arched off the mattress and her hand pressured his face tighter against her as she ground her pussy into the rapier-quick licks of his tongue. His confidence soared. Galan was doing this well apparently.

His cock was hard and raging between his thighs. It was amazing that he could get this hard with no attention paid to his cock, but Galan supposed that it was the anticipation of the attention he'd receive of a pleased and grateful, Nyra after he made her come with his pussy-licking right now.

Galan felt her fingers tighten in his hair to an almost painful degree as she pulled his head where she wanted his tongue to make contact with her open weeping sex. His tongue was moving with a mind of his own now fluttering and laving over everything within reach, which was pretty much all of her.

Her pleasure-soaked moans reached a crescendo with one last one stuck in her throat as her entire body went rigid and her pussy seemed to convulse as her nectar erupted into his mouth splashing out past his lips and down chin all in the same moment. He wasn't sure what to do so he just kept licking and sucking and whatever he could do to keep her pleasure soaring high.

And then eventually she seemed to settle and the leg locked around the back of his neck loosened its hold on him and her body sagged back down to the mattress giving him a little room for air.

Nyra disentangled her legs and rolled over taking the sheet that covered her nudity with her. She sat up and regarded Galan for a moment. That wicked smile blossomed on her lips as she looked down at his painfully hard throbbing neglected erection. "Looks like someone was enjoying himself."

He nodded to her, "Yes, I did. It was an interesting experience...I'd like to try it again sometime."

She reached down and he felt her fingertips teasingly caress his iron hard sword stiff cock. Too bad you didn't obey me quick enough earlier." The words came out in warm breaths against the side of his neck she had kissed and paid so much attention to during their love-making last night.

Galan shifted turning to look her in the eye, "What?

The wicked little smile played on her face then saying, "I may have rewarded you for what you just did. Instead, you will get no release this morning. Maybe next time you won't hesitate when I give you an order."

Aghast, he could only repeat what he said earlier, "What?"

Laughing deviously she got up and padded over to a tub in the corner of the bedchamber the sheet dragging behind her on the richly carpeted floors. With that she waved a hand over the luke-warm water inside and instantly the water warmed up to a steaming heat, clear and fresh as if it had just been drawn for her.

"But..." Galan stammered out from where he still knelt on the floor, "...You mean...you won't..." He gestured down to his still hard but slowly flagging erection. "...do anything about this?"

She looked over her shoulder to him that wicked smile that spoke of so much mischief she was up to playing over her lips and slid the sheet off of her shoulders. It fell forming a puddle of silk at her feet. She was bare to his eyes once more. It was a sight to cure any flagging erection problem he had been experiencing. "Come here boy."

He got up onto his feet to comply as she sensually climbed into the copper clawfoot tub.

He walked over to her feasting his eyes on the sight of her as she laid back facing right at him. "What do you want me to do...Mistress."

She held out a wet washcloth for him to take, "You will wash me and help me dress for the day. Then I will decide what I am going to do with you next."

he lowered back to his knees beside the tub, "You don't know what to do with me do you?" He took the rag and began using it to cleanse and wash her body staring with the arm closest to him.

"I am glad, mistress," He confessed as he ran the rag, "I don't know what to do with myself either..."

The washcloth lowered leaving a trail of suds as it crossed her chest, "By all accounts I should still be fighting you like hell...with everything I got...but...here I am being your groveling slave."

The washcloth gravitated towards her breast. Galan was fascinated with it. None of the previous girls he'd been with had a breast as large as Nyra's not even the courtesan his father had sent to his room on his eighteenth birthday to make a man out of his disappointment of a son.

He circled the washcloth over the breast giving it more than just a hygenic degree of attention. His eyes watched transfixed as he unconsciously muttered the only word that described what he was seeing, "Beautiful."

 

[Kaena]

It took all Nyra's will to hide the amusement she felt at the sudden surprised look on his face. It was obvious that he thought he was going to be rewarded for what he did. He had a long way to go, but, with time and training, he would learn that his place was to serve her and it was only by her allowance that he would be able to reap any rewards from it.

"No, I am not going to do anything about that," she said looking down at his semi hard erection, her eyes darkening into a warning look. "You are my slave and I will decide if and when you will receive any pleasure." Her voice held a tone that dared him to question her. Instead of waiting for any type of response, she climbed into the tub, not missing his appreciative glance over her naked body before she slid into the hot water.

She half expected him to balk against her orders and was pleasantly surprised when he lowered himself to his knees beside the tub and took the washcloth from her outstretched hand. She shivered as he almost lovingly trailed the washcloth along her skin, washing away the sweat from her body. Though the water was hot, it felt almost cooling to her skin, her body still burning from the glorious orgasm he had given her. Closing her eyes she let herself relax as he washed her.

"You don't know what to do with me do you?" She opened her eyes and looked at him as he spoke the exact thought that had been swirling inside her head. She didn't know what to do with him. Yesterday she hated him, he was a proxy for his father who had destroyed everything she had loved. Today, she felt something different for him. She was seeing him in a new light, one not clouded by his father.

"Honestly," she said, a soft moan escaping her lips as he trailed the washcloth over her firm breast. "No, I don't know what to do with you. All I know is that you now belong to me and you will be train on what is expected of you." She closed her eyes again, not addressing his words of how he felt. In reality, she didn't know what to say in regards to that. She could understand that he was confused with how he was feeling. She had captured him and forced him into servitude to her, yet he was allowing himself to submit to her every order.

"Beautiful." It wasn't the word itself that made her once again look at him and smile, it was the almost awe in his voice as it fell from his lips. She knew she was beautiful and had been told so by many of lovers, but, it was the way that he said it that made it seem more sincere, like he truly believed it. Reaching out, she took his hand the held the washcloth and guided it over her breast, up and along her neck and back down between her breasts until it dipped below the edge of the water. Pushing his hand lower, she pressed it and the cloth against the forbidden triangle between her legs.

"Right now, all I want is for you to wash all of me. Don't miss a spot." she ordered, her breath catching in her throat at the feel of his hand so close to her sensitive sex. Leaving his hand between her legs, she reached over the tub and took his hard cock in her hand, stroking and teasing him. "Don't get distracted from your duties." The order was one that would be near impossible for him to meet as long as her hand stayed on his cock, but, she was intrigued to see how long he would last.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

Galan lowered back to his knees beside the tub, "You don't know what to do with me do you?" He took the rag and began using it to cleanse and wash her body staring with the arm closest to him.

"Honestly," she said, a soft moan escaping her lips as he trailed the washcloth over her firm breast. "No, I don't know what to do with you. All I know is that you now belong to me and you will be train on what is expected of you."

"I am glad, mistress," He confessed as he ran the rag, "I don't know what to do with myself either..."

The washcloth lowered leaving a trail of suds as it crossed her chest, "By all accounts I should still be fighting you like hell...with everything I got...but...here I am being your groveling slave."

The washcloth gravitated towards her breast. Galan was fascinated with it. None of the previous girls he'd been with had a breast as large as Nyra's not even the courtesan his father had sent to his room on his eighteenth birthday to make a man out of his disappointment of a son.

He circled the washcloth over the breast giving it more than just a hygenic degree of attention. His eyes watched transfixed as he unconsciously muttered the only word that described what he was seeing, "Beautiful."

Herr hand shifted reaching out grabbed his hand, and Galan expected a rebuke of making it sexual, but instead he was shocked when she pulled his hand over her breast up to her neck and then down down down her body underrneath the water to be pressed to her sex between her spread thighs.

"Right now, all I want is for you to wash all of me. Don't miss a spot." She told him sultrily. Her hand let go of his leaving him on his own...and so Galan began using the washcloth to caress her pubic mound, her inner thighs, and then lower to the lips of her sex. He was rewarded with the cathcing of her breathing as rubbed that little jewel again. The same hand raised up out of the water and over the side of the tub and suddenly Galan felt her fingers wrap around his neglected cock and begin to slowly stroke its length. It was his breath catching in his throat now.

Her eyes had opened and she regarded him enigmatically, "Don't get distracted from your duties."

"Yes...." He swallowed as his hand resumed rubbing the washcloth over her sex, a finger pushing it in just inside the lips. "...Mistess."

Her hand was performing a magic all its own on his erection. If she kept this up he was liable to burst right here right now, but something told him that perhaps that was something a part of her wanted from him.

 

[Kaena]

She had heard his breath catch in his throat as her hand began to tease him. If he had not been so intent on the task on hand, he would have seen a devious smile spread across her face. She had already told him that he would only be provided pleasure by her allowance. She wondered if he realized that included whether or not he would be allowed release as well. She moaned softly as she felt him slide a finger between the lips of her sex. If she had not recently came, she would have had a hard time not to arch into his touch, but, satiated, she was able to resist.

"There is more to my body than that," she teased, her hand tightening around his cock and she began to stroke him a little faster, the soft skin of his cock sliding smoothly through her fingers. As she stroked him, she tried to ignore his hand with the washcloth travelling over his body, her attention strictly on the hard member she had so easily at her mercy. She could feel his cock twitching under her touch and knew between what had happened earlier and her administrations, it wouldn't be long before he would be close to the edge.

"Keep going," she said, shifting her body to allow him access to more of it, her hand never straying from his cock. For what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, she stroked and teased him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His body began to react to her and she felt him move beneath her hand, trying to gain more pleasure from her touch. Though he continued with his duties, the bath was furthest from her mind. She wanted to see him squirm, wanted to hear him beg her. Moving to her knees in the tub, she was able to get a better grip on his cock. Leaning in, she ran her tongue along the side of his neck and increased the speed of her hand. With expertise she brought him right to the edge, almost to the point of no return and then suddenly she let go and moved back to sit down in the tub with a sadistic laugh.

"Wash my hair next," she ordered, acting like nothing had just happened and she was merely addressing a chamber servant. "Once you are done with my hair, you will dry me off and put my perfume on before helping me dress. Hurry now. The day is waiting for us to begin."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Yes...." He swallowed as his hand resumed rubbing the washcloth over her sex, a finger pushing it in just inside the lips. "...Mistess."

Her hand was performing a magic all its own on his erection. If she kept this up he was liable to burst right here right now, but something told him that perhaps that was something a part of her wanted from him.

He was using the washcloth to caress her sex, her clitoris the lips of her sex. He pushed one finger inside her and used his thumb to continue to rub her clitoris with the soft wet fabric of the washcloth.

"There is more to my body than that," she teased, her hand tightening around his cock and she began to stroke him a little faster, the soft skin of his cock sliding smoothly through her fingers.

Oh gods. She was amazing at stroking his cock...though it helped he was still close from earlier. He hunched forward flexing his hips to provide greater stimulation as her expert fingers pumped up and down his manhood.

Meanwhile she had shifted her position and to give him more access to her body. One leg lifted out of the water to rest a foot on the side. Heeding her order Galan lifted it up onto his shoulder and washed her gloriously long and sleekly smooth leg with the wash rag. While heeding what he believed was the subtext to her order his other hand explored her other breast then down her stomach to delve fingers back into the paradise that was her womanhood.

In turn she got up onto her knees to get a better angle to stroke his length. She ran her tongue over her favorite side of his neck earning a shiver from him.

Fuck! He was getting close. She was too damned good at stroking his cock, or he was just too damned close being naked around a woman...so confident in her sexuality. His head lowered and he let out a moan as she brought him right up to the edge again.

He was going to come. It was coming...and then she pulled her hand away from his aching cock.

"No," He exclaimed as his eyes shot open to see the return of that mischeivous smirk on her face. "Please..."

"Wash my hair next," she ordered, acting like nothing had just happened and she was merely addressing a chamber servant. "Once you are done with my hair, you will dry me off and put my perfume on before helping me dress. Hurry now. The day is waiting for us to begin."

He set his jaw breathing deep. Clearly this was punishment from not hopping to obey her earlier. His cock was so hard it ached. "Do you want me to beg you for release? Because I will do it. Just let me come, Mistress, I will do anything for it."

 

[Kaena]

Despite her orders, it was obvious to her that he was very distracted from his duties. His body reacted to her touch, arching into her hand with each stroke, his hand straying back down between her legs in an attempt to reciprocate the pleasure she was giving him. She had seen the need in his eyes as she brought him closer and closer to the edge, need as well as a misplaced confidence that she was going to let him come so easily.

"No. Please" The disbelief and desperation on his face as she let goes of his cock sent a tingle of arousal through her body. His cock stood hard against his stomach, a sight that brought another smirk to her lips. The imploring look he gave her almost made her give in and continue to stroke him until he came, but, she fought the urge and instead took the washcloth and began to finish what he had started.

"You are lacking in your duties boy," she scolded, her cool eyes meeting his gaze. "Why should I reward you when you cannot complete a simple task."

"Do you want me to beg you for release? Because I will do it. Just let me come, Mistress, I will do anything for it." She shivered at these words. It was exactly what she wanted from him. She wanted him to beg her but she also wanted to teach him that she was the one in control and he would have to work harder to earn even a chance at sweet release.

Shifting once again, she took his cock in her hand and sent some of her magic into the turgid member. Her magic would ensure he was kept hard and ready and he would not get any relief from his erection until she was ready to allow it.

"You were given a task," she said sternly before taking a pitcher and dumping water over her hair in preparation to wash it. "Yes. I want you to beg me. Make me believe you really want it. Maybe once you are finished your duties, I may be convinced to have mercy on you."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"No," He exclaimed as his eyes shot open to see the return of that mischeivous smirk on her face. "Please..."

She gave him that mischievous smirk as she took the washcloth and began to wash the areas of her body that he hadn't gotten to yet.

"You are lacking in your duties boy," she scolded, her cool eyes meeting his gaze.

He set his jaw breathing deep. Clearly this was punishment from not hopping to obey her earlier. His cock was so hard it ached. "Do you want me to beg you for release? Because I will do it. Just let me come, Mistress, I will do anything for it."

"Why should I reward you when you cannot complete a simple task." She asked him simply, but he felt the words like a lash onto his back.

Galan nodded, "Let me try again....please."

"You were given a task," she said sternly before taking a pitcher and dumping water over her hair in preparation to wash it.

"Let me do better.." He told her picking up a bottle of shampoo, "...I can do better...please...mistress."

In response she reached down and her hand curled down around his throbbing erection and Galan thought she was going to relent for him. Then he saw the faint shimmer of arcane energy ebb from her fingers and sink into the skin and the hard throbbing flesh of his manhood. He shot his eyes back yo to her, "What did you just do?"

"Yes. I want you to beg me," She continued, "Make me believe you really want it. Maybe once you are finished with your duties, I may be convinced to have mercy on you."

"Please," He told her lifting the bottle of shampoo and taking a sniff of it. It had a sweet but subtle floral fragrance. What was that? Jasmine? Gardenias? Some variety of Orchid perhaps?

His cock was throbbing and he was not sure what she had done but the only way through this short of forcing her-and he was not the type of man who would do that and also she had proven to him last night she was utterly unforceable on anything.

"Please let me fuck you again, Mistress..." He pleaded spreading the shampoo over his palms working it into a rich lather and began working it into her lustrously wet black hair and massaging it into her scalp. His mind drifting continually to his hard throbbing cock. He felt as if he was going to explode any second despite it getting no further stimulation. Why wasn't his erection flagging yet? Was that what she had done to him with her magic? "...I really didin't get to be the one doing the fucking last night. I want to show you my worth...to you."

He took the pitcher and filled with more of the bath water and raised it above her head. "Close your eyes, please, Mistress." When she complied Galan tipped the pitcher to pour the water over her head and down her hair rinsing the shampoo clean of her hair.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra had seen him wince as if he had been struck when she chastised him. He seemed to understand that he was not performing to her standards but she still was not entirely sure he completely understood his situation.

"Let me do better.." His words were imploring, but, still didn't seem genuine, "...I can do better...please...mistress." She looked up at him through the veil of dark hair that covered her face. She studied his face for a moment, trying to read what he really was thinking. She saw the expectant look on his face as she took a hold of his cock and then the sudden look of panic as her felt her magic enter his body.

"What did you just do?" He asked, his eyes rushing up to meet hers. Her cool gaze met his as she contemplated her response.

"You didn't think it would be that easy did you?" she asked, shaking her head at him. "Did you think a pathetic promise to do better was going to lead to a reward. You have so much to learn." She idly continued to wash herself as she talked, watching as he opened the shampoo bottle and took a sniff. The shampoo had been a gift from a foreign traveler who she had allowed safe passage through the land. It smelled of Jasmine with a hint of Lavender.

"Please let me fuck you again, Mistress..." If Nyra had any thought that he was beginning to learn his place it was instantly erased by his words. His pathetic attempt at begging did nothing to hide his own selfish wants. He was there for her, not the other way around. She sat up straighter in the tub, moving her hair from her eyes as he began to shampoo the long locks. She could feel her anger starting to rise again when she should have been able to sit back and enjoy a virile young man attending her every need.

"...I really didn't get to be the one doing the fucking last night. I want to show you my worth...to you." If he hadn't chosen that moment to dump the water over her head to wash away the suds, he would have definitely seen by her gaze that what he said was a big mistake. Once the water had washed away all the soap, she opened her eyes again and reached out to turn him towards her with a none too gentle hand on his cheek.

"You didn't get to be the one to fuck me?" she repeated his words back to him, her tone doing nothing to hide her displeasure. "Your worth has nothing to do with how well you can fuck me. You are here to serve me, your needs or wants are irrelevant."

Standing up in the tub, she grabbed a towel and stepped out of the now cooling water. Pushing the towel into his hands, she looked down once again as his ever hard cock and shook her head again. "What a waste," she said to herself as she reached down and brushed her fingers teasingly along the trembling member. She had fully intended to fuck him once she was done her bath, but he had destroyed any chance of that happening.

"Dry me off," she ordered, waiting impatiently for him to continue. "Don't let yourself become distracted again or you will only add to your punishment." Her eyes scanned the room as she waited, falling on her paddle that hung along the wall by the window. Maybe it was time for him to be taught a little humility.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Please let me fuck you again, Mistress..." He pleaded spreading the shampoo over his palms working it into a rich lather and began working it into her lustrously wet black hair and massaging it into her scalp. His mind drifting continually to his hard throbbing cock. He felt as if he was going to explode any second despite it getting no further stimulation. Why wasn't his erection flagging yet? Was that what she had done to him with her magic? "...I really didin't get to be the one doing the fucking last night. I want to show you my worth...to you."

"You didn't get to be the one to fuck me?" she repeated his words back to him, her tone doing nothing to hide her displeasure.

It was then that Galan began to realize that he had said something wrong. "I didn't mean it quite that way. It's just I spent that I know I can perform better if you give me a chance."

"Your worth has nothing to do with how well you can fuck me." She said rising up from the bath. She took a towel and shoved into his hands, "You are here to serve me, your needs or wants are irrelevant."

'Irrelevant?' A stirring of indignant anger began to show itself within Galan as she had said that word, but he tamped it down as he unrolled the towel for her. "What do you want me to do?"

She stepped out of the tub and bent down fingers stroking his still achingly hard cock. He groaned from the stimulation. "What a waste." He heard her mutter with a shake of her head.

"Dry me off," Nyra commanded him.

Disheartened he hopped to do just that. He used the towel to gently rub her dry He paused as he rubbed down her tightly toned perfect buttocks. His cock ached it was so hard.

"Don't let yourself become distracted again or you will only add to your punishment." She said looking over to a rather large paddle hung on a wall beside the windows letting in the morning daylight.

"Punishment?" He asked her before shaking his head and getting back to the task of drying her body off from her bath. "Is that really necessary?"

 

[Kaena]

Nyra didn't acknowledge his attempt to back track on his earlier words. The anger that flashed in his eyes when she said his needs were irrelevant proved that he had meant what he said, even if not intentionally wording it the way he meant to. It would take time for him to learn his new station in life, having just recently fallen from being a prince to her slave. Still she was some what pleased that he didn't outright express his displeasure of this revelation and instead took the towel and started to dry her off.

She stood still as he quickly and efficiently finished drying her off. As he worked, she allowed herself to admire his naked body, her eyes falling hungrily on his still throbbing cock. Though she wanted to teach him a lesson, she was not adverse to making use of it later on.

"Punishment?" By the way he spoke, it was obvious that idea of being punished was something new to him. "Is that really necessary?"

"You continue to question me," she said shaking her head. "It is not for you to decide if it is necessary to punish you." Reaching out, she brushed her hand lightly along his cheek, her gentle touch an intentional contrast from her words and the tone of her voice. "You have so much to learn about your place with me."

Once he was finally finished drying her off, she walked across the room and took the paddle down from the wall. She slapped it against her open palm, both to test the weight and as a subtle mind fuck to him, the sound echoing through the room. She looked over at him to gauge his reaction before taking a seat in a velvet covered chair by the bed. She intentionally left her body uncovered from his gaze as she beckoned him forward, parting her legs teasingly before closing them again.

"Come here," she ordered, motioning to a place by her feet. "I want you to lean over my knee. You may not believe it, but, you have proven yourself worthy of punishment. Perhaps a little humility will make you think twice on your actions and words in the future." She waited impassively, her cool eyes watching him as she wondered if he would move to do what he was told.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Punishment?" He asked her before shaking his head and getting back to the task of drying her body off from her bath. "Is that really necessary?"

"You continue to question me," she said shaking her head. "It is not for you to decide if it is necessary to punish you."

"I am not one of the docile little slave boys you are used to," He replied, "I was your sworn enemy...now if anything I am your prisoner of war."

Reaching out, she brushed her hand lightly along his cheek, her gentle touch an intentional contrast from her words and the tone of her voice. "You have so much to learn about your place with me."

He blinked at that. What did that mean? The tenderness of her gesture and words there contrasted starkly with her intention to paddle him. He watched her now dried off step over to the wall where the paddle hung. She picked it up from the hook and regarded him with a sweet smile as she swung the paddle to strike her palm. The sound was anything but sweet.

He began to steel himself for what was coming.

She stepped over to a chair by the bed she had defeated him in last night completely unconcerned with either of their bare naked bodies. She sat giving him a teasing glance at her sex before shutting her legs together tight. She pointed to a place on the floor before her. "Come here, I want you to lean over my knee."

"And I am to submit to this punishment voluntarily," He asked.

"You may not believe it, but, you have proven yourself worthy of punishment," She replied eyeing him impassively, "Perhaps a little humility will make you think twice on your actions and words in the future."

She sat there as she waited impassively for him to comply to her orders.

He glowered at her for a moment before shaking his head. "I surrendered to you last night. When it comes down to it the fact is I am yours now."

He walked up to where she had indicated she wanted him and bent over her legs so his hands were on the floor on the other side of her. His ass standing out in the air over them.

"I am not a man who submits to anyone easily," He told preparing for that first kiss of the paddle. "Help me learn to submit to you in the way you desire."

 

[Kaena]

Nyra was sure by the glare he gave her meant he was going to refuse her order. She was fully prepared to force him to his knees at her feet. She didn't realize she was holding her breath until he shook his head, a look of defeat crossing his face.

"I surrendered to you last night. When it comes down to it the fact is I am yours now." He admitted, his posture doing nothing to hide the fact that he was exactly happy with the idea. Still he made his way to where she sat and got into position over her knee without further protest.

"Yes, you do belong to me," she replied, running her hand along his bare back and over his ass. "But, despite your belief, I do not want a docile slave boy. I like the challenge of breaking you and making you into what I want as a slave. But, that doesn't mean I will back down from punishing you when you disobey or disappointment me." As she spoke she continued to run her hand along his bare skin before sliding it between his legs and grabbing his cock from behind.

"You will eventually learn how to submit to me in the way I desire," she said, stroking his still hard cock. "But until you do, I will enjoy training you." She stroked his cock a couple more times before removing her hand and picking up the paddle.

"You will count each strike and thank me for punishing you," she continued, tapping the paddle lightly against his ass. "If you falter, I will start over. Once you think you have had enough, you will ask me to stop, only then will I decide if you have learned your lesson." She paused to let what she said sink in. She didn't say it directly, but it was implied that if he asked her to stop too early, it would earn him further punishment.

"Do you understand?" she asked, raising the paddle. Without giving him a chance to reply she brought it down across his bare ass, smiling as his skin instantly turned a light shade of red. She waited to see if he would do as told, her hand once again sliding between his legs to tease his cock.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"I am not a man who submits to anyone easily," He told preparing for that first kiss of the paddle. "Help me learn to submit to you in the way you desire."

"Yes, you do belong to me," she replied, running her hand along his bare back and over his ass. "But, despite your belief, I do not want a docile slave boy. I like the challenge of breaking you and making you into what I want as a slave. But, that doesn't mean I will back down from punishing you when you disobey or disappointment me." As she spoke she continued to run her hand along his bare skin before sliding it between his legs and grabbing his cock from behind.

He was prepared to get hit. He was not prepared for this. He let out a moan as she sensually ran her hand over his back and ass and then as her fingers curled around his manhood and gave it a sinfully pleasurable stroke down the length.

"You will eventually learn how to submit to me in the way I desire," she said, stroking his still hard cock. "But until you do, I will enjoy training you." She stroked his cock a couple more times before removing her hand and picking up the paddle.

He immediately lamented the absence of her hand on his length only to flinch and shudder at the first tap of the paddle's broad face against the meat of his buttock.

"You will count each strike and thank me for punishing you," She informed him imperiously, as if she was some empress declaring a tax on nothing more that tea rather than the corporal punishment of her slave, "If you falter, I will start over. Once you think you have had enough, you will ask me to stop, only then will I decide if you have learned your lesson."

So he decided when it was over? And if anyone could believe that he had some tropical islands to sell them in the Icespire mountains of the great white northern frontierlands. No when he told her to stop she'd decide if the being paddled like a mischievous child had been sufficiently hammered home into his thick head or not.

"Do you understand?" she asked, raising the paddle. Without giving him a chance to reply she brought it down across his bare ass, smiling as his skin instantly turned a light shade of red. She waited to see if he would do as told, her hand once again sliding between his legs to tease his cock.

"I-Argh!!" He exclaimed out loud as the first kiss of the paddle landed in the middle of her answer. He breathed deep....and did not say anything more.

What the hell was he doing? She'd only keep striking him until he gave in and begin counting and thanking her for them. This show of resistance was empty and pointless his keen tactical mind knew that, but he just couldn't get the words out past lips clenched tight in a feeble show of defiance.

He had been beaten once, even conceded his defeat thus far, but a part of him could not submit to her that last inch of...of...pride.

Yes, it was plain stupid, stubborn, pride. Even so he just stayed bent over like the naughty child being paddled as blow after blow landed without the asked for reply from his lips. He could rise up and lash out at her...get his vengeance on this sorceress, kill her as he had dreamed of doing for so long, but he did not move either. He couldn't bring himself to attack her....he couldn't say why not though...

He stayed there stuck between the man he had been the day before and the man she wanted him to be.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra smiled at the moan that fell from his lips as she stroked her fingers along his hard cock. With the memory of his earlier begging fresh in her mind, she contemplating continuing to tease him and forget about the paddle. Instead she shook her head at the thought and brought the paddle down across his bare ass. He had a lesson to learn and backing down now would set a precedence that she could be easily turned away from punishing him.

The fact that he had willingly draped himself over her knee gave her the false sense of hope that he would continue to obey her. His lack of response after the first blow fell shattered that hope. It appeared that he still had some fight in him and would not be so easily swayed to give up that last little bit of pride. Shaking her head, Nyra continued to bring the paddle down over his ass, alternating between striking him and teasing his hard cock. Soon it became apparent that no matter what she did he was not going to break. His ass was becoming a deep red and Nyra could feel her frustration starting to build. Frustration at him for refusing to give her what she wanted and frustration at herself for not being able to bring him to that point. Everything she had tried so far had minimal effect on him. Sure he had submitted to her in some small part, but, in reality he had yet to fully submit.

Sighing she put the paddle down and ran her hand over his ass. His skin felt hot to her hand. Angrily she pushed him off her knee and stood up.

"You claim you want to learn how to submit to me," she said, the her dissatisfaction echoed in her voice. "Yet you continue to refuse to comply to the simplest of orders. Maybe I have been too easy on you." Picking up her robe she slid it over her nude body, tying it in place. Walking to the door, she looked back at him before opening it and gave a quick order to the guard waiting outside. She returned to her seat, the silence in the room doing nothing to break the tension. Within minutes the silence was broken by a soft and tentative knock on the door.

"Enter," she ordered, watching him for his reaction as the door swung open to reveal a scantily clad young woman.

"You summoned me Mistr...." the girl started to say before her eyes fell on Galan's nude body. The door swung closed behind her with an ominous thud but she stayed planted in place, making no move further into the room. She looked away, adverting her eyes.

"Your brother has been giving me a hard time, " Nyra said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "He refuses to obey me. Perhaps he will be more compliant if his actions affect more than just him. Come here Serena. You will take his punishment for him." Picking up the paddle, she waited for the girl to comply. Serena gulped before nodding her head and moving to kneel at Nyra's feet. She had felt the kiss of Nyra's paddle before and knew it was easier to obey than to resist her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick and Serena Osrick

He stayed there stuck between the man he had been the day before and the man she wanted him to be.

The paddle landed on his ass again and again, Mistress was not being gentle or merciful in the slightest, of course Galan was giving her every reason not to be. He didn't move, he didn't flinch, he didn't give her the satisfaction of hearing him cry out or moan even though the pain was relentless and excruciating. He kept his lips tight, his eyes screwed shut, and the fingers of his hand clenched so hard his knuckles were white, but he made no sound, and did not obey her orders.

In the blows of the paddle he could sense her frustration with him mounting, and then-suddenly it stopped. She heard her sigh and the soft sound of her putting the paddle down on the table beside the chair. Then he was shoved off of her knees and sprawled out onto the floor at her feet.

Had he just won?

"You claim you want to learn how to submit to me," she said, the her dissatisfaction echoed in her voice. "Yet you continue to refuse to comply to the simplest of orders."

He had won. He smiled proud of himself, favoring a very very red and very very sore bottom as she raised up to her feet and began pulling on a robe. Robbing his eyes the sight of her naked perfection. She glared down at him adding, "Maybe I have been too easy on you." She crossed over to the door and spoke to the guard standing watch outside.

He lifted up onto his knees wincing as every movement brought a tiny but sharp flare of pain with it. "That was anything but easy, Mistress."

She sat back down glaring a hole into him, and a part of him felt very very small. She didn't say anything, and he did not either. The air between them was pregnant with unrestrained tension.

And then came a soft knock on the door.

Her gaze never wavered from him as she bade the person to come inside the bedroom. The door swung open and Galan moved to cover himself from this person's view of his nakedness, but froze as he recognized the woman that came inside. He knew her...

"You summoned me Mistr...." the girl started to say before her eyes fell on Galan's nude body. The door swung closed behind her with an ominous thud but she stayed planted in place, making no move further into the room. She looked away, adverting her eyes.

His eyes widened. It couldn't be. "Serena" He cried shooting up to his feet to rush over to her. "I thought you were dead with mother and father." His baby sister was alive.

"It's good to see you too, Galan. The Mistress spared my life when she took the palace from father." She informed seemingly unfazed by seeing him in Nyra's bedroom naked. She stepped around him continued on and set down a tray of biscuits and apricot compote and a steaming cup of tea onto the table beside the paddle. "I brought your breakfast for you, Mistress. Please, enjoy the tea before it gets cold. The cook went to all the trouble of preparing your favorite blend just the way you like it this morning."

Galan glared at her then came up spun Serena around, "Come on, I can get you out of here."

She shook her head, "I won't go anywhere except to my Mistress's side when she summons me."

"What," Galan said outrage starting build in him. He glared at Nyra. His arms wound around her protectively from her. "What have you done to my little sister, you contemptible conniving slu-"

Serena's hand reached up and slapped him across the face, "You will remember your manners when you speak to my Mistress." She shoved him away. "And all she did was open my eyes these last two years. You and mother both tried to shelter me in unconsionable ignorance to all the monstrous things our kingdom and Garrett personally did to her people. How many times did you turn a blind eye or deaf ear as the screaming started whenever Garrett had one of them in his rooms, Galan. And all so he'd slake his cruelties on good for nothing Etzhi rather than turning it on me. The way he watched me sometimes..." She shivered, "Well, I heard the ones that survived talk of the things he did to them. Their stories nearly shattered me. I was a spoiled rotten ignorant little girl when the palace fell and you ran away. Mistress helped open my eyes to see my place belonging on my knees at her feet."

"You can't mean that," He growled coming up to cup her chin. He looked into her eyes. They were rimmed red. "If you're so happy being her slave why have you been crying?"

She shoved him back again and turned her eyes from him. Angrily she growled at him, "I was crying because the man I was going to beg my Mistress to be given to died last night trying to prevent you from murdering her."

She turned back to Nyra and asked, "Do you require anything else from me, Mistress?"

"Your brother has been giving me a hard time, " Nyra said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "He refuses to obey me. Perhaps he will be more compliant if his actions affect more than just him. Come here Serena. You will take his punishment for him." Picking up the paddle, she waited for the girl to comply. Serena gulped before nodding her head and moving to kneel at Nyra's feet. She had felt the kiss of Nyra's paddle before and knew it was easier to obey than to resist her.

"What," He threatened coming up to do something to protect his little sister, "Like hell she will. If you hurt her I'll-"

But his body seemed to have locked and then was compelled back onto his knees. Serena had lifted her dress over her buttocks and lowered her panties down to her thighs and bent over Nyra's knees like he had. She had to be using her magic again on him. He was going to just kneel here and watch as his little sister was going to be paddled with beating meant for him.

"You..." He glowered at her as she lifted the paddle for the first strike.

 

[Kaena]

He was strong she had to give him that. Any other man would have been a blubbering fool with half as many strikes of her paddle. Yet, still he remained stoic, no sound falling from his lips, even though his silence only ended up increasing his punishment. When she was finally put the paddle aside, his ass was an angry shade of red, and just as painful she was sure.

The smile he flashed her when she was done only worked to irk her more. He thought he had won. He thought that by holding out and not giving her what she wanted, he was victorious in their battle of wits. She shook her head at that. How wrong he was and he would soon find the error in him thinking so.

"That was anything but easy, Mistress." Despite his bravado, Nyra could see the pain on his face as he pulled himself to his knees. She chose not to address his comment and instead sat back in her chair, waiting for her expected visitor. She knew by his reaction when the young woman entered the room, that she had made the right choice.

She watched as he rushed over to Serena, his surprise written all over his face. She was pleased that though she had also thrown a surprise at Serena, she didn't falter in her duties, laying her breakfast on the table before turning to address her brother.

"I brought your breakfast for you, Mistress. Please, enjoy the tea before it gets cold. The cook went to all the trouble of preparing your favorite blend just the way you like it this morning." Nyra smiled at Serena, a smile that spoke volumes of what she thought of the young woman, a smile gentle and almost loving, a definite contrast to the smile she had given Galen.

"Thank you little one," she replied, picking up the tea and taking a sip. The tea tasted of hibiscus leaves and apples, a special blend that was a favourite of hers. She leaned back in her chair and continued to watch the exchange between Serena and her brother.

"What have you done to my little sister, you contemptible conniving slu-" Nyra felt her anger rise instantly at the contempt in his voice. She was about to rise from her chair when Serena slapped him harshly across the face, his cheek a red matching his ass. Instead she listened to as Serena told Galen what had happened to her after he had so cowardly fled from the castle, leaving his family to face her wrath. At Serena's mention of Garrett her gaze darkened at the memory of the despicable man. She had come upon him not long after she raided the castle, the sounds of a young woman screaming drawing her attention, since she had ordered her army not to kill or harm anyone unless necessary. She found Garrett in his chamber on top of one of the young women who had recently gone missing from her land. He was so intent on the disgusting act he was in the middle of, he was unaware of the attack on the castle or her coming up behind him. She killed him before he even had a chance to react, her knife buried into the side of his neck.

Shaking her head she pushed away the memory of Garrett and returned to the present in time to here Serena tell Galen about the young guard that he attacked the night before. She had been unaware the he had died of his injuries and it saddened her that she had not known of Serena's affection for the young man and the pain Serena had been feeling.

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and smiled at Serena asked if there was anything she needed. As much as she knew Serena was innocent in Galen's actions, she also had a feeling that punishing her in his place would teach him a lesson he would never forget. She also knew that she had trained Serena well enough that the punishment would not end up as harsh and cruel as his had been.

As Serena made her way across the room to her, her attention once again turned to Galan. She could see the anger smoldering in his eyes at the thought of what was about to happen to his sister. She lifted her hand as he made to move forward, her magic almost electric between her fingers as she invoked the spell she had put on him the night before. With a simple gesture she forced him to his knees, intent on making him watch as she paddled Serena. She shifted so that Serena could drape her small body over her knee her ass exposed to the room.

As she had done with him, she ran her hand gently over Serena's ass, her skin soft beneath her touch. Her hand moved between her legs as she ran her fingers along her exposed sex, causing Serena to moan in response. Picking up her paddle, she looked up at him her eyes cool as she addressed the young woman on her knee.

"You know how this goes Serena," she said, her voice almost gentle as she spoke to her, but, still tainted with the anger she was feeling towards Galen.

"Yes Mistress," Serena replied, bracing herself for the impact of the paddle. "Thank you for punishing me Mistress."

"You..." His voice echoed through the chamber as she brought the paddle down across Serena's ass with half the strength she had used on him. Serena cried out softly, squirming a little on Nyra's knee. "One..." Serena counted. "Thank you Mistress."

"You what?" Nyra responded to him, her voice daring him to voice what he was thinking. She was sure he had some vile name cooked up in his mind to call her. Turning her attention back to Serena she brought the paddle down again, smiling as Serena responded by continuing her count. The paddle rose and fell three more times, each time being met with Serena's unfaltering counting. Serena had plenty experience with Nyra's paddle and knew exactly what she had to do.

"If it pleases you Mistress, please stop," Serena finally conceeded, a single tear staining her cheek. "I have had enough, please." At these words, Nyra put the paddle aside and ran her hand lightly over Serena's red ass.

"You have pleased me my pet," Nyra replied, her hand once again slipping between Serena's legs. Serena whimpered at the feel of Nyra's finger on her clit, a moan following as Nyra stroked and teased her. Nyra continued to tease her until the young woman was squirming and grinding against her hand, her moans echoing around the room.

"Come for me," Nyra commanded, her fingers now sliding in and out of Serena's sopping pussy. "Show your brother how rewarding true obedience can be." With these words Serena cried out and pushed back against Nyra's hand as she came, her body riding the waves of pleasure as her orgasm consumed her. Finally she collapsed against Nyra's legs, her breath coming in gasps as she tried to gather her senses.

"Thank you Mistress," she said simply before sliding to the floor and to her knees, awaiting her next orders.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick and Serena Osrick

As she had done with him, she ran her hand gently over Serena's ass, her skin soft beneath her touch. Her hand moved between her legs as she ran her fingers along her exposed sex, causing Serena to moan in response. Picking up her paddle, she looked up at him her eyes cool as she addressed the young woman on her knee.

"You know how this goes Serena," she said, her voice almost gentle as she spoke to her, but, still tainted with the anger she was feeling towards Galen.

"Yes Mistress," Serena replied, bracing herself for the impact of the paddle. "Thank you for punishing me Mistress."

"You..." He glowered at her as she lifted the paddle for the first strike.

It struck and he judged she had not put all of her strength behind it but he watched his sisters face lit up with startled gasp from the blow followed by a wicked little smile as she enjoyed the pain. She squirmed from it, but announced clearly for Nyra, "One...Thank you Mistress."

She looked reprovingly over to him eyebrow arched, "You what?" She was daring him to finish the vicious curse that had died in his throat, but somehow he couldn't give it voice now. All he could do was kneel on the floor and watch his baby sister take the spanking meant for him.

He flinched with each clap of the paddle against his sister's rear end. Every time he saw that sinful little smile and heard Serena count and thank one paddle after another was a blow straight to his heart. He remembered Serena from before. His pampered little sister he and his mother tried their best to protect her from the bad things in the world such as a sorceress creating an Etzhi uprising. When the palace was attacked and the Etzhi stormed inside ready to avenge years of oppression by his father's rule with bloody vengeance he had ran...to his undying shame...he had escaped leaving his father, brother, and mother to be murdered. He had thought Serena was among the dead, but now...it was worse than he thought...Nyra had turned her.

He watched in dumbfounded as Nyra and Serena finished and he watched his sister drop to her knees gazing up at the sorceress with utter devotion in her eyes.

He remembered the shame of his cowardice that night. He had been compelled by it to rally his father's army against Nyra. He had shaped and molded himself into a warrior capable of fending off the Sorceress' forces. He had sworn to the gods of light granting him his strength and his ability to heal from all but the most grievous of injuries-now broken and lost to him forever. He had thrown it all away for the pussy of...of...of...the most desirable woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

Gods looking into her eyes he couldn't say he wouldn't give in to her again. He wanted her. He wanted her with a fiery urgent passion. Suddenly his victory over her earlier tasted like ashes in his mouth. He felt shame for...defying her...for his own petty little pride.

What was wrong with him?

He looked at his sister and then up to her...his enemy...his siren...his mistress. He asked quietly. "What do you want of me now...Mistress?"

 

[Kaena]

Nyra smiled down at Serena as moved to her knees at her feet. Looking at the young girl and then back at where Galan still was held in place by her magic, she smiled again at the memory of how fierce and angry Serena had been when she first found her. He reminded her so much of his sister. Yet, here Serena knelt at her feet, gazing up at her with absolute reverance. It had taken a long time for her to get to that point, just as Nyra was sure it would be for Galan.

Her gaze met his and she once again was drowning in the amount of emotions that were swirling in the dark orbs. His face spoke volumes of the shame he was feeling, though she wasn't entirely sure if it was shame at abandoning his family on the night she raided the castle or shame for something else, perhaps even defying her. The anger she felt towards him earlier had begun to ease, tempered by the presence of Serena. The girl always did have a way of calming her, even in the darkest of moments.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Serena reach out towards her until she felt her soft hand press lightly on her leg. She turned to meet Serena's gaze, the young woman's eyes shining with desire and devotion.

"May I return the favor, Mistress?" Serena asked, tentatively sliding her hand along Nyra's inner thigh, cautious not to overstep her boundaries. Nyra smiled and shook her head, leaning down to cup her chin and kiss her softly.

"Not right now my Pet, "she replied, brushing a strand of Serena's almost white blonde hair from her face. "I am not done with your brother just yet. And besides, I do not think he would be comfortable to be a witness to such a thing." Serena frowned but nodded her head in understanding. Just because Nyra had trained her to embrace her sexuality and not be embarrassed around others, she couldn't expect her brother to be at that level yet.

"What do you want of me now...Mistress?" His voice pulled her attention back to him and she got to her feet walking over to where he knelt. Reaching out she gently ran her fingers through his hair, at the same time releasing the magic that was holding him in place.

"So much," she replied cryptically, her fingers tracing lightly along his cheek. "So much...but, I fear you are not ready for that just yet. Let's start with something easy. Helping your sister serve me breakfast" She looked back at where Serena still knelt, her hands clasped behind her back, waiting for Nyra to either dismiss her or give her further orders. "Serena, please fetch us more breakfast. You have brought enough for me, but, I am sure you both are hungry as well." At the order, Serena jumped to her feet and made her way quickly out of the room. She ignored the inquiring eyes as she made her way down to the galley kitchen where the cook looked up at her with a confused look.

"What are you doing here my child," the cook asked, her wrinkled face softening at the site of Serena. The castle cook had been there from before Serena was born, and had seen her grown into a young woman. When Nyra raided the castle, she was one of the first to surrender to her and offer her devoted service. A decision she had yet to regret. "I already gave you breakfast for the Mistress."

"She has sent me to gather more food," Serena replied, her face breaking into a bright smile. "Galan is here, he is alive. Mistress sent me to get food for our breakfast." The cook nodded and quickly gathered some breads, cheese and meat to arrange on a silver platter. Once she was satisfied with the presentation, she added a number of fruits before handing the tray to Serena. Thanking her, Serena took the tray and quickly made her way back to Nyra's chambers. Placing the tray off food on the table by the bed, she lowered herself to her knees, once again taking a submissive pose.

Nyra couldn't help by watch Serena as she rushed from the room. Her short dress did little to hide her small, perky ass. The young woman was very beautiful that was not something should could deny. Once the door closed behind her, she returned to her seat and looked back over to Galan.

"I know you hate me right now," she said, her voice no longer holding the anger it had earlier. "So did your sister at first. But, I am not the evil person you think I am. Give me time and you will learn that, as did she." She smiled at him, her eyes lowering back down to his cock. When she released her magical hold on his body, she had also released the spell keeping him hard. His cock was now starting to soften and laid against his thigh. "We will wait for Serena before we eat. I will let her show you how I expect to be served" Leaning back in her chair, she waited for him to do as ordered, her attention once again on his young, muscular body. She felt a twinge between her legs at the memory of him under her the night before, begging for mercy. She was pulled from her thoughts as Serena returned, laying out the tray off food she had brought.

"Show your brother how to serve your Mistress," Nyra said, smiling at them both. Serena got to her feet eagerly and moved to gather a number of items from the tray onto a plate.

"Mistress is very picky with her food," Serena instructed him as she worked. "There must always be equal amounts of bread, cheese and meat on her plate." Finishing the plate, she set it aside and picked up another, starting to load it with various fruits. "Always put the fruit on a separate plate. Here, you can give her this. Watch me, then do as I do when she asks for it" She handed the fruit plate to him before picking up the other plate. Walking over to Nyra she lowered to her knees and held out the plate to her, holding steady to allow Nyra to pick and choose what she wanted. Nyra picked up a piece of bread and took a bite before taking the plate from Serena and setting it on the table beside her.

"You have done well my pet," she said. She picked up another piece of bread, along with some cheese and meat and handed it to Serena. "Give this to your brother. He must by hungry, he hasn't eaten since he arrived. " Serena nodded and got to her feet again to bring the food over to Galan. Lowering to her knees she handed him the food before leaning in close so that he could hear her.

"Mistress is not the evil sorceress father chalked her up to be," she said, absentmindedly breaking off a piece of his bread and popping it into her mouth. "She didn't kill mother you know. Yes, mother is dead, but, it was by her own hand, not by Mistress'. When the army raided the castle that night, mother and I huddled together in this very chamber, trying to hide from the surging army. We witnessed from the window as father fell by her sword in the courtyard below. Mother was distraught and climbed on the window ledge. She begged me to join her, but I was too scared. I stood there, frozen in place as mother flung herself from the window , her body crumbling on the cobblestone. By the time I came to my senses it was too late, mother was dead and the door was being broken down by one of the Etzhi soldiers. I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. He held me down and was about to rape me when Mistress found me. The anger in her eyes when she saw what he was doing was enough to put fear into anyone's heart. She killed him, she killed her own soldier to save me, to protect me, the daughter of the man who had taken everything from her. She could have killed me, but, she saved me in more ways that one" Serena took a deep breath and looked up at Galan, her eyes wet with tears. "I hated her for so long. I hated her for killing father. I hated her for chasing you away. And I blamed her for mother;'s death. It took me a very long time to let go of my hate and see her for who she truly is. You will too in time."

Looking back at Nyra, Serena smiled, the site of her Mistress enjoying her breakfast and watching her with such adoration in her eyes pushing away the sadness she was feeling at reliving the memory of the night they met. Nyra smiled and beckoned her forward. Pulling her down to sit on her lap, she wrapped her arms around Serena and kissed her cheek softly. "You are very brave telling your story my Pet," she said softly before looking back at Galan.

"Bring me the other plate Galan," she ordered, waiting to see if he would comply with her order. "As for you my pet," she addressed Serena, running her hand down her back. "Fetch my strap on." She left the order open ended, not elaborating what she wanted the toy for, but her eyes watched Galan hungrily, making her intent obvious.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Bring me the other plate Galan," she ordered, waiting to see if he would comply with her order.

Galan offered the plate of sliced fruits for her, "Here you are, Mistress."

"As for you my pet," she addressed Serena, running her hand down her back. "Fetch my strap on." She left the order open ended, not elaborating what she wanted the toy for, but her eyes watched Galan hungrily, making her intent obvious.

'Strap On' Galan's eyes widened at that. She wouldn't...she didn't seriously think she would use that on him...did she? He searched her face and the hungry predatory look in her eye spoke volumes to him of her intentions with...'her Strap On'.

Serena gleefully hopped up and bounced across the room to a lacquered black chest on a table on the opposite wall of the Nyra's bed chamber. Reverently she traced her fingertip over the silver filigree of a crescent moon on the box before opening it up. Inside it held two compartments. In the left side one it held an array of well-oiled black leather straps and buckles that would fasten around Nyra's waist and hips fitting the center piece over her pubic mound. On the right side she lifted a black velvet cloth revealing three black obsidian dildos of differing sizes and smoothness. The smallest was about six inches long and it was by far the smoothest. Fondly she raised it up to her lips and gave the tip a kiss.

She remembered the first night Mistress had introduced this to her. She remembered the sharp sudden pain as this was first entered her. She remembered Nyra's fingers gently stroking her cheek wiping away tears that were staining them. She remembered her Mistress's words. "Do not cry. The pain is only momentary, my dear pet. You should be proud. Tonight you are no longer a child. Tonight you have become a fully blossomed woman." Then she withdrew the strap on out of her freshly deflowered womanhood. That night she learned just how much pleasure could be had when she was fucked by her mistress's cock.

Mistress had used these to lay first claim on all of her virgin holes long before she rewarded one of her guards into furthering Serena's 'sexual education'-under her exacting direction of course. Many a night had ended with her shoving the man out of the chamber pulling her strap on and climbing atop Serena exclaiming: 'If you want something done right..."

Mistress always treated her as a treasure to be cherished, or a dear pupil to be taught. Even when she was being punished for defying her Mistress always cared for her. Serena loved her for that.

She set the phallus back into the case and looked to the two others inside, both larger and more textured to increase the pleasure a woman would experience from them. She pulled out of the chest the strap on's harness and looked back to Nyra. "Which one would you prefer, Mistress?"

Galan glanced back at his sister. "There's more than one?"

Serena gave him a sultry smile as she nodded. "Mistress loves variety. Don't you, Mistress?"

 

[Kaena]

Nyra smiled at Galan as he offered her the plate of fruit. She took it from him and set it aside before gently brushing the back of her hand down the side of his face. She couldn't help but smile at the sudden change of demeanor he had since witnessing his sister taking his punishment in his place. She fought the urge to lean in and kiss him, aware of Serena watching from the sidelines.

She turned her attention to Serena as she bounced her way across the room to where she stored her strap on. She smiled as the young woman pulled one of the dildos from the box and planted a soft kiss on the tip. The memory of being between Serena's legs, the hard phallus plunging deep inside her brought a blush to her cheeks. She had used the one she held to claim her virginity and had used the others to turn the once innocent and naive young woman into the sexual being she was today.

"Strap on," Galan's voice pulled her attention back to him and she smiled at the wide eyed look on his face. A range of emotions seemed to cross his face, first confusion, then hope he was not going to be the recipient and then defeat when he realized that she intended to use the dildo on him. She followed his gaze back to where Serena stood, lovingly running her fingers over the selection of dildos available.

"Which one would you prefer, Mistress?" the young woman's eyes shone with mischief as she lay her hand on the largest dildo in the box. Nyra shook her head and laughed softly. She was just about to answer when Galen questioned Serena about the number of dildos. Serena seemed to be teasing her brother as she flashed him a smile before looking over at Nyra.

"Mistress loves variety. Don't you, Mistress?" Nyra nodded her head her eyes moving back and forth between Galan and Serena, gauging his reaction to his sister's teasing.

"Yes I do like variety," she replied, getting to her feet and letting her robe fall to the floor once again. "But, he is not ready for that one my pet. Bring me the smallest one for now." Serena laughed before picking up the smaller dildo and slid it into its slot on the strap on harness. She carried the device to Nyra and started to strap it into place without being asked. She did up the buckles around each of Nyra's thighs and the belt that curled around her waist. When she was done, she lovingly ran a hand along the shaft, looking up at Nyra with imploring eyes.

"It should be me," Serena whispered under her breath, flashing Galan an annoyed look. Until that point she found the whole situation amusing but it was suddenly dawning on her that she would have to now share Nyra with someone else.

"Jealousy is not a becoming of you," Nyra replied, her voice giving no room for argument. "I will spend time with you later. For now you are free to go." Serena fought the urge to pout and instead nodded her head in submission and turned towards the door. Glancing once more longingly at Nyra she slipped through the door, shutting it behind her.

Nyra watched the young woman flounce out of the room, making a mental note to chastise her for her behavior another time. Then she returned her gaze to where Galen still knelt on the floor as if frozen in place.

"Come here," she ordered, running a hand along the cool shaft between her legs. "I want you to lean over the end of the bed, spread your legs apart. I want full access to your cock as I take your ass." She stood waiting, her gaze cool, hiding the excitement she was feeling inside. It had been awhile since she had broken in a slave this way and the nervous look on his face did nothing to dampen the mood.

"Don't keep me waiting," she said after a few mere seconds. "You know what happens when you make me wait."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

Galan waited for Serena to leave before looking over to her standing there imperiously with that thing strapped on between her legs. Gods, it was large. Did it just grow in size? Was that her magic or just his frightened imagination? She wasn't seriously going to put that...thing...up his butt was she?

He shoved those scared thoughts to the side for the moment. He wanted something from her, no needed to hear something from her.

Galan stood up in front of her eyes cast down to show his subservience. Oh, gods of light, that was a mistake. He was staring straight at the...thing...now. His heart was pounding in his chest as a frightened imagination took him in a hundred different directions. He had to look away from it, look back up into those dark fathomless eyes and ask what he needed to know.

"Mistress Nyra," He began, "Please promise me on the gods of Light or whatever deities you Etzh-" He stopped himself as he saw the reaction to the pejorative he'd called her people all his life in her eyes then added, "-whatever gods your people worship that you'll answer one question with unquestionable honesty. Then I'll submit to-" He swallowed nervously purposely not looking down at the thing between her legs, "I'll submit to whatever you wish to do to me."

"That night you took the palace and I ran away in the night like a shameful coward," He pressed on, "I was told by someone that my mother did not just jump off the balcony to her death on her own. I was told you had used your magic to compel her to do it. They also told me you murdered Serena that night...."

"My father persecuted the Etzh-your people, and my brother..." He stopped and shrugged, "...well I recognize that you probably did the world a service in ending his life that night. But my mother-"

"I hated you so much for murdering her, and for murdering Serena...Now she's still alive suddenly and I need to know from you," His face twisted in remembered loathing, and then softened into tones of a deep regret, "I want, no I need, you to tell me truly...Did you use your magic to compel her to jump or shove her off the balcony that night."

With that he turned to do as she commanded him to. Bending over at the foot of the bed, legs apart he readied and braced himself for the intrusion of that monstrosity slung between her thighs. His sphincter involuntarily tight and puckered to prevent it's breach and violation.

He waited not knowing that if she paused she might be considering the implications that his buttocks had somehow healed to the point they were pristine as if she hadn't just brutally paddled them moments before. The strength and fast healing ability he had gotten from taking his oaths to the gods of light to fight against her had not been broken by the events of the previous night after all.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra watched him as Serena left the room and he returned his attention back to her. She smiled as his eyes widened as they fell on the phallus between her legs, a brief flash of fear passing over his face. When he finally stood, she was sure he was going to return to his non compliance, but, was pleasantly surprised when he cast his eyes downward in submission instead. She was about to reach out to raise his gaze to meet hers when he finally looked up at her, his eyes swirling with emotion.

"Please promise me on the gods of Light or whatever deities you Etzh-" she arched an eyebrow as he started to use the derogatory term for her people, her dissatisfaction at its use written all over her face and a rebuke on the tip of her tongue. When he stopped himself, she relaxed and waited for him to continue. "whatever gods your people worship that you'll answer one question with unquestionable honesty. Then I'll submit to- I'll submit to whatever you wish to do to me." She was intrigued now, whatever he wanted to say was obviously something weighing on his mind. She reached out and lay a gentle hand on his cheek, her gaze almost as soft as it was with his sister.

"I will do my best to answer your question honestly," she replied, brushing her thumb along his cheek before dropping her hand back to her side. "What weighs so heavily on your mind?"

She listened as he spoke, her face becoming its own battle of emotions when he spoke of the lies people had told him about her. She count on one hand the amount of people who knew and believed the truth of what happened the night she took the castle. It was a battle she had been fighting over the last year, to win over the people of his land and show them that she was not tyrant they all made her out to be.

"I want, no I need, you to tell me truly...Did you use your magic to compel her to jump or shove her off the balcony that night." The question left her speechless for a moment. Did he truly think that she would be that cruel to force a woman to jump to her death in front of her own daughter? She looked away for a moment and took a deep breath to gather her own emotions before turning back to him to respond. When she finally turned back to him, she saw that he had not even waited for her response before obeying her earlier command.

She walked over to the bed and ran her hand lightly down his back and over his ass before she responded, noticing immediately that his ass was no longer the angry shade of red that her paddle had left it earlier. It appeared that he still retained some of the blessings of his gods after all.

"I did not compel your mother to jump," she finally said, reaching for a bottle of lubricant beside the bed. "I had no intention of killing anyone other than your father when I entered the castle. Your brother only met his demise when I realized he was exactly like your father and could not be saved." She took a deep breath before squeezing some lube onto her fingers. Sliding her finger between his ass cheeks, she pressed it against the tight rosebud, gently urging it to open to her invasion. When she felt some give, she slid her finger inside, loosening him up a little before sliding another finger into to join it. She made soothing sounds as she explored his ass, searching for his prostate and pressing against it gently. Her other hand reached between his legs and encircled his cock. She could feel his pre come leaking freely down his cock from her administrations.

Once she was sure he was loose enough to take her dildo, she slid her fingers from his ass and removed her hand from his cock. She poured more lube onto the dildo and stepped closed to press it against his ass. Taking a hold of his hips she looked down at him, watching his reaction.

"Relax," she coaxed as she pushed slowly into his ass, the hard phallus slowly invading him. "It will only hurt if you tense up. Just give yourself over to it. I promise, I won't hurt you."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"I hated you so much for murdering her, and for murdering Serena...Now she's still alive suddenly and I need to know from you," His face twisted in remembered loathing, and then softened into tones of a deep regret, "I want, no I need, you to tell me truly...Did you use your magic to compel her to jump or shove her off the balcony that night."

With that he turned to do as she commanded him to. Bending over at the foot of the bed, legs apart he readied and braced himself for the intrusion of that monstrosity slung between her thighs. His sphincter involuntarily tight and puckered to prevent it's breach and violation.

He waited not knowing that if she paused she might be considering the implications that his buttocks had somehow healed to the point they were pristine as if she hadn't just brutally paddled them moments before. The strength and fast healing ability he had gotten from taking his oaths to the gods of light to fight against her had not been broken by the events of the previous night after all.

She took her time letting him just stay bent over like this stewing on what answer she'd give. Finally after what seemed an eternity he felt her fingers trace over his spine sending shivers from the contact throughout his body. Here hand grazed lower down his body and over his buttock.

"I did not compel your mother to jump," She stated simply hearing the soft clink of glass and movement of her reaching for something in a bottle to one side of them, "I had no intention of killing anyone other than your father when I entered the castle. Your brother only met his demise when I realized he was exactly like your father and could not be saved."

"No, my father had plenty of faults but he was not a monster like Garrett was," He told her. She didn't reply to that.

What was she doing back there? What was in that bottle? Was she deliberately trying to drive him insane from waiting for her like this? Was she testing how long he'd obey her orders to stay bent over the bed like this? He was losing his mind waiting in dread and anticipation for what was coming.

Then he jumped when he finally felt her fingers slip between the cheeks of his ass and press against his sphincter. They covered in something like oil or cream. She kept pressing and then...

"Oh," He exclaimed as the finger pushed inside. His fingers bunched the bedsheets in a tight death grip.

She was feeling around back there and then he felt her hand close around his dick that had miraculously hardened into like an iron bar. She was also pressing inside of his rear passage and he let out another exclamation as he felt lightning seem to strike from her finger inside him down to his now leaking precome cock.

The finger pulled out leaving him panting and surprisingly missing the finger, but then he felt something else press against it back there. He began to tense but then he heard her say.

"Relax," she coaxed as she pushed slowly into his ass, the hard phallus slowly invading him. "It will only hurt if you tense up. Just give yourself over to it. I promise, I won't hurt you."

He buried his head in the sheets and groaned as the strap-on pushed agonizingly slowly deeper into him. He had no choice but to trust her. He had no choice. He could only submit to her entirely.

 

[Kaena]

She had been watching him intently as she answered his question about that night and prepared to claim him in one of the most intimate ways possible. She could feel his nervousness, yet he stayed in the position she ordered him into. The man before he was very different from the man he was when he first entered her chambers. She didn't know if he had simply resigned to his fate, or something deeper was happening that neither of them was yet aware of. Either way, his sudden submission only helped to soften her more towards him, as she had towards his sister.

"No, my father had plenty of faults but he was not a monster like Garrett was." His words gave her a moment of pause. Shaking her head, she fought the urge to respond. He must have really led a sheltered life if he thought his father was any better than his brother. He had not seen the death and destruction his father left in his path when he attacked her people. He wasn't that scared, young girl hiding behind the tapestry as she watched his father brutally murder her father and mother as they fought valiantly to ensure she was not discovered. She took a deep breath as visions of that night flooded her memory and shook her head once again to drive them away.

She wasn't sure if he noticed, but her hand was shaking as she slid her finger into his virgin hole. His soft exclamation of surprise sent a shiver down her spine and spurred her onward. She didn't miss his reaction when her finger pressed against his prostate, his cock instantly hardening in her hand. Despite his wariness his body was responding to her exactly as she wanted it to.

She half expected him to fight the intrusion of her dildo into his ass. Instead he groaned and buried his head into the sheets, relaxing slightly at her soft words. Careful not to hurt him, she pushed the phallus deeper into him, pulling back and thrusting forward slowly until it was almost buried to the base. Once she was sure he had fully opened up to take it, she pulled back and then thrust the dildo deep inside him. Holding his hips tightly her thrusts increased in speed as she fucked him, her own arousal rising at the feel of the base of the strap on pressing against her soaked pussy. Reaching between his legs once again, she slide her hand up and down his cock in rhythm of her thrusts.

Leaning over him, she ran her tongue lightly along the side of his neck and around his ear. "You are mine forever now my pet," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Come for me. I want to hear your screams as you come hard at the end of my cock. Show me how much you like it." Shifting her position a little, she continued to thrust into him, guiding the dildo to slide against his prostate with each pass. Her hand continued to fuck his cock, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Relax," she coaxed as she pushed slowly into his ass, the hard phallus slowly invading him. "It will only hurt if you tense up. Just give yourself over to it. I promise, I won't hurt you."

He buried his head in the sheets and groaned as the strap-on pushed agonizingly slowly deeper into him. He had no choice but to trust her. He had no choice. He could only submit to her entirely.

Slowly it began to pull out and then back inside it dove even deeper wrenching a sensation-soaked moan out of his mouth through the blankets he'd buried his face in. He moaned again when he felt her hands take hold on both hips and she thrust into his ass with a little bit faster and he could hear her own breathing intensifying with every passing moment of his anal deflowerment.

Throughout this it rubbed and stimulated something back there. The something she was pressing against with her fingers earlier. Now with the huge phallus rubbing past it it was sending shockwaves of sensation throughout his body and centering around an erection swelling to a stiff hardness.

He gasped as she bent over and reached a hand down around and beneath him to take hold of his stiffened cock and began to stroke in rhythm with each thrust inside of him. It was agony, it was pleasure, it was both, it was intensity made with a whole new meaning to him, and it was driving him at breakneck speed up to the precipice.

She bent lower and he felt her breast press against his shoulder blades, the silken fall of her hair drape over his neck and shoulder, and the feel of her breath against his skin as she whispered in his ear, "You are mine now forever, my pet."

He groaned out his feelings as her hand and her phallus kept going, driving him insane, utterly, completely off the deep end, mad.

"Come for me," She pressed The strap-on and hand continuing their own brand of sorcery as she shifted angles to make an even more intense experience for him, "I want to hear your screams as you come hard at the end of my cock."

The blankets tightened even moreso in the blankets as she fucked him, in every sense of the word possible.

"Show me how much you like it."

His moan came louder verging into an out and out cry and his legs began to tremble as she pushed him right up to the edge and then over it.