The Guardian

[Last_Rider]

"But, the hunger in my eyes had nothing to do with your body. The only thing I am hungry for at the moment is the sounds of your screams and begging."

Eric offered no resistance when she spun him around and pushed him into the cross. His face rested between two of the legs of the cross and his wrists and ankles were locked into restraints. Eric tugged at them, muscles standing out under his skin as he pulled at the bonds holding him firm.

"I hope you've got lots of stamina, I have no plans to beg you for anything."

The leather was actually kind of warm as it dragged over his skin. His hands gripped the arms of the cross, squeezing, tugging as though he were to break them, but the wood held firm. He gave no reply to her final "kindness" but simply closed his eyes.

 

[Kaena]

His words fell on uncaring ears. He still refused to give her what she wanted, so she didn't really care what else he had to say.

Holding the whip at her side, she slowly ran her hand down his bare back and over his ass, his skin feeling smooth beneath her finger tips. His skin bore the marks of a man used to working for a living, but lacked the scars she usually found on the runaway pleasure slaves she captured in her forest. These were the ones that she often showed compassion to, allowing them safe travel to the otherside of the forest, away from the horrors they left behind. Horrors, that she herself was about to bestow upon the man before her.

She shook her head, trying to shake the conflicting emotions that were surging through her body. This man would have killed her had she given him the chance, he was not on the same level as those poor souls who had been searching for a better life. She had to keep the two seperated.


"You didn't plan to be captured and bound naked in my dungeon either, did you?" she mocked, raising her whip and bringing it down across his back. "Yet, here you are? Things don't always go as you plan." She brought the whip down again, smiling at the red mark that appeared on his previously unmarked skin. The whip was created to cause the most damage with as little effort from its wielder as possible. Ten minutes with this whip was equal to an hour with any other normal whip, a fact he was soon to find out.

The whip whistle through the air again and again, striking his back and ass with the ferocity she was feeling deep inside.

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric blocked the words from his mind, then the whip slashed across his back. A line of fire flowered across his back where the leather had bit into his flesh. Eric gasped audibly as the woman brought it down over and over, flame sprouted over ever inch of his skin that she had access too.

She never seemed to tire, over and over and over it fell. His back must have been raw, but it wasn't until he felt what he thought was blood dripping down his back and thighs. Until that moment he kept his mouth firmly clamped shut, denying her the pleasure of hearing him make noise. The mental image of his skin flayed open and bleeding down his back finally broke through his resolve.

"Eric!"

He yelled his name to the room, more than once, breathing heavily, his legs still supporting most of his weight as he gave into her this time.

 

[Kaena]

It didn't take long for the whip to take its toil out on his body. His once bare skin was soon covered in nasty gashes, dripping with crimson blood. Yet, it was still at least five minutes before she even heard a sound out of him.

A sadistic smile spread across her lips as he screamed his name loudly, his voice echoing through the room. She had broken him enough to get this information from him, but she could see by the way he was still able to support himself on his legs, that he was far from being completely broken. He had only given her what she wanted to keep her from pushing the torture beyond what he could handle. It was a fact that she made note of as she placed the blood soaked whip to the side.

"Eric," she repeated his name, running her fingers along the gashes on his back. "And do you have a last name Eric? Where are you from Eric?" She continued to use his name, mocking him with it with each new question she asked.

 

[Last_Rider]

The sound of her voice tugged at his anger again, his fingers gripping into the wood of the cross again. That he had so easily given away his name, so easily given into her desires, it made his stomach churn. Then her fingers, began toying with his torn and bleeding skin.

"No name, no home. I gave you what you want bitch, are you happy yet?"

His arms yanked again at the restraints, causing them to rattle as he yanked and pulled, muscles in his arms and shoulders tugging ineffectually. It was just token resistance, but it was all Eric could put up at the moment, and he wouldn't be cowed yet.

 

[Kaena]

"I have only just begun boy," she said, leaning in close so that her breath was warm against his ear as she spoke, her body pressing against his tortured skin.

Taking a cloth, she wiped away the blood flowing down his back and ass, stopping the flow of blood with her magic, but not healing the wounds.

Picking up the whip again, she watched in amusement as he tugged against the restraints in a futile attempt to free himself.

"It's nice to see you still have some fight left in you," she said, slapping his bare ass with her open palm. "I will break you of that, even if you think you can't be broken."

The whip whistle through the air again, as she resumed her torture of his body.

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric shivered and fought as her body pressed against him. He felt the flow of blood stop, she had magically stopped the flow but he felt the loose flaps of skin being tugged as she touched and moved against him. The smack of her bare palm against his ass infuriated him again. It was the type of thing you did to an animal.

Then the whip began to fall again. He felt his skin being worked raw again, the sadistic bitch lashed him over and over again. Time lost all meaning, there was only the swish and bite of the leather into his skin until the last of his strength gave out. His legs gave out and suddenly he was hanging by the wrists, vision blurry from the pain. Eric managed to retain his consciousness, breath shallow, heart beating fast.

 

[Kaena]

She could sense his anger as she slapped him. It amused her that she was able to bring that kind of emotion out of him.

She had to admit, he was stronger than she had expected. Usually by the second round of whipping her captives were pleading and begging her to stop, yet he remained stoic, his body giving up the fight long before he did mentally. She watched with a mixture of disappointment and excitement as he slumped in his restraints, his body quivering from the pain she had put him through. She was disappointed that she had yet to make him beg her, but excited of the prospect of continuing his torture to bring the words from his lips.

Rinsing out the blood soaked cloth from before, she cleaned his wounds once again, sealing them with her magic. She watched as they closed before her eyes, his skin becoming almost smooth again beneath her touch. Despite the wounds being healed, it would take awhile for his strength to return, and the memory of the pain would still be fresh in his mind.

"I can do this all day," she whispered in his ear, her voice mocking. "Beg me boy, beg me to stop."

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric felt the cloth again, the liquid washing down his torn skin and dripping onto the floor with soft plops. Then he felt the torn edges of skin sealing, an odd sensation that sent shivers along his body. Despite being healed Eric felt no strength in his limbs. It would return, but her breath then whispered over his skin and her words slipped into his brain.

"I can do this all day. Beg me boy, beg me to stop."

His breath was coming deeper now, but still a bit ragged as he tried to get himself up under his own power. Sweat covered his brow, dripping from his hair.

"No."

It was a hoarse whisper, it carried none of the abject defiance he'd had earlier. It was almost a pitiful sound, a desperate plea from between his parched lips.

 

[Kaena]

"As you wish," she replied, setting her whip aside and picking up a wicked looking cane. The cane was made of thin material, with a solid leather grip. "I will drag the begging from your lips, even if I have to take every last bit of your strength along with it."

"Last chance," she said, raising her arm and pausing as if waiting for an answer. "No? Your choice." The air nearly whistled as the cane sliced through it before striking cruelly across his bare ass.


She paused again, as if for dramatic flair, before bring the cane down again, across the back of his thighs. She worked in silence, alternating between his ass and thighs, the red welts instantly appearing on his naked skin.

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric felt some internal sob when he heard the woman move. She seemed to have a different instrument this time. More words, half heard through the fog of pain that floated around his brain. Then this new thing bit into his ass. The line of fire was thinner this time, and somehow more exquisite. Ass to thighs, lines of fire flare up over and over again.

"Stop."

He couldn't scream, his voice was hoarse, but still had some tremulous strength. Strikes kept landing, either she hadn't heard him or ignored him. His muscles began to shake and tug at the restraints, lines of pain kept springing, crisscrossing his sensitive skin until he threw his head back.

"Please! God, please stop!"

 

[Kaena]

"Stop."

A smile played along her lips as the word spilled from his lips. But, it seemed more of an order than a plea, so she continued to bring the cane down on his tortured skin. He seemed to fight the restraints with the last little bit of strength he had left, trying to pull away from her cruel beating.

"Please! God, please stop!"

There it was at last, the begging she had worked so hard to draw out of him. The final validation of everything she had done to him. She had finally broken him to that point, even though she was sure she was far from breaking him completely. Far from breaking him to the point where he wouldn't dare try to fight her, wouldn't even try to run from her, no matter if he had the chance or not. No, it was going to be a long way off before he was at that point, but just this little crack in his resolve showed her that she was on the way of getting what she wanted.

"There that wasn't so hard now was it Eric," her voice was almost soothing as she brushed his sweat soaked hair from his face. Since the cane had not broken skin, she decided to leave the welts as they were, not healed, a reminder of what would happen if he disobeyed her or resisted her again. Undoing his restraints, she wrapped her arm around his waist and slowly lowered him to his knees so he could regain some of his strength before she moved him to the bed in the center of the room.

 

[Last_Rider]

She stopped. That somehow registered in his brain, the beating had stopped. His thighs and ass were burning, his chest heaving as he tried to regain some type of composure.

"There that wasn't so hard now was it Eric."

Her voice slipped through his pain laden brain and rose a bit of his defiance again, but he didn't speak. He couldn't form enough moisture in his mouth and lips were too dry to form some words. When she leaned him down he cried softly and shied away when his abused thighs contacted his calves as he dropped to his knees. Eric had no real strength now, for all the muscle mass and years of work he had no power to even get to his feet on his own.

Eric said nothing as he pulled in slightly less ragged breaths, eyes foggy and not fully focused as she stood beside him, waiting for something.

 

[Kaena]

Despite the conflicting feelings she was having, her eyes remained clear and void of any emotion. He was different from the others she had brought to her dungeon. He had yet to really do anything to harm her or her forest, yet she had tortured him and left him a semi broken and beaten man. Still his intentions had not been pure when he had entered her forest and she knew he would kill her in an instant if given the chance, therefore the compassion she was feeling inside for him was losing the war against her need to control him, to own him, to break him completely. Still, the fact that he was still alive was an act of compassion in itself, at least in her mind, though he might have begged to differ considering what she had done to him so far.

She looked down at him on his knees, tears from his pain glistening against his cheeks. He was one of the strongest men she had met and despite his token begging, she realized he had yet to give her the rest of the information she had requested from him. She knew his first name, nothing more.

"Maybe you will be a little more forthcoming with your answers now," she said, tangling her hand in his hair and raising his head so he had to look up at her. "Tell me more about you. What is your full name and where are you from, Eric.?"

Without waiting for an answer, she released his hair and moved over to the bed.

"Come here boy," she said, motioning him forward. "If you tell me what I want to know, I will let you rest for the remainder of the night. If you resist me again, this bed will be stained with your blood by morning."

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric was still breathing raggedly when her fingers tangled into his hair and forced his eyes to meet hers. Her words registered, but he said nothing. That she had reduced him to begging so easily galled at him terribly, but the heat and the throbbing pain in his ass and the back of his thighs called for temperance.

He got shakily to his feet and moved in the way she indicated.

"Come here boy. If you tell me what I want to know, I will let you rest for the remainder of the night. If you resist me again, this bed will be stained with your blood by morning."

He swallowed a few times, he didn't want his voice to crack when he answered her. Legs shaking, muscles quivering from the pain, his eyes met hers and he spoke.

"I wasn't lying, I've no last name or home, not really. I was a bastard child and so my surname was Snow in the north where I was born. There's no place I call home."

Grey eyes bored into hers, cracked inside, but not yet broken.

 

[Kaena]

She remained silent while he spoke, studying his face, searching for any sign of deception. She didn't know him very well, but she trusted her instincts that he wasn't lying to her this time. It made her wonder why he hadn't just confessed this to her earlier and avoided the torture she had put him through. But, in a way she understood why he hadn't told her right away. He didn't want to look like he was giving in to her too easily, that she would be able to break him.

Looking up and down his body, she could tell that he was struggling to remain standing. His muscles quivered, his eyes full of the pain he was feeling. She knew if she didn't let him rest soon, despite his resolve, his body would win the battle and he would either pass out or crumble to the ground.

"I believe you," she said, her voice quiet and contemplative. "I have had others pass through here that had the same story. Abandoned at birth with no real family or home to speak of."

"As a woman of my word, I will let you rest for awhile," she said, indicating the bed. "You will begin your training in the morning as to what will be expected of you as my new slave."

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric moved towards the bed, hands bracing on the surface as he tried to climb onto it. He'd never felt like he did now, wracked with pain, almost unable to fully control his limbs and with the specter of unconsciousness looming behind his eyes. He almost didn't quite register her words,

"You will begin your training in the morning as to what will be expected of you as my new slave."

"No, I'm no damn slave you witch."

He hoped the words were strong and impressive, instead it barely slipped between his lips and he wondered if she even heard it. Before he could muster more words of resistance his arms gave out and his body fell to the bed, mind blissfully blank as he collapsed into sleep.

 

[Kaena]

She watched as he crawled painfully onto the bed. His arms shook with the effort of pulling himself onto the soft mattress. He was already beyond the point of exhaustion and even if she wanted to, there was no way she would get any further response from him until he rested.

His words were so softly spoken that had she not been expecting them, she wouldn't have heard them. But, she had expected some kind of resistance to what she had said, therefore she heard everything loud and clear. A surge of anger passed through her, making her contemplate cruelly waking him from his slumber and punishing him for his insolence. However, the night was upon them and she was exhausted both mentally and physically as well and needed to rest before she faced the task of breaking him further.

She stood watching him sleep for a moment, his nude body stretched out on the bed, his ass and thighs darkened with nasty bruises made by the cane. Taking his arm, almost gently, she stretched it out above his head, sure that she could almost jump on the bed and wouldn't be able to wake him. Attaching a cuff to his wrist, she locked it to a chain bolted to the headboard of the bed. She didn't intend to sleep in the dungeon with him, and it wasn't guaranteed that she would be around when he woke up, therefore she had to ensure he wouldnt be lying in wait on the other side of the door when she entered the room again the next morning.

Silently, she slipped out of the room, locking the door behind her and made her way to her own bed. Peeling off her bloodstained clothing, she fell exhausted on top of the covers, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric dreamed odd dreams, fragmented images and thoughts from his mind. When he woke he found himself indeed on a bed in a dungeon, and any half formed hopes of dreams were gone. His right arm was chained to the bed and he started tugging at it. Naturally it was held fast, but he didn't have anything else to do.

When he rolled to his back he got a painful yelp-inducing reminder of how she had ended their time last night. Eric rolled to his knees off of the bed and kept tugging at the chain that fastened him to the headboard of the bed.

 

[Kaena]

Kaiya woke with the sun in her eyes and sound of birds chirping outside her window. She stretched luxuriously on the bed, her nude body gleaming in the soft morning sun. It was then she heard the other sound, the sound of a chain clinking and was instantly reminded of the night before. It appeared her captive was awake and attempting to free himself from his bonds.

Stretching, she slid off the bed and wrapped her robe around her naked body and made her way to the door at the end of the hallway. Unlocking the door, she made her way down the stairs into the dark room. Standing at the foor of the stairs, she watched him as he struggled with the chain, remembering what he had said to her the night before.

"There is no use trying to escape," she finally spoke, her voice echoing through room. "The chains are enchanted with magic and unbreakable."

Her bare feet were silent as she crossed the room towards him, her almost nude figure a far from intimidating form.

"We have a matter of misunderstanding to clear up," she said, standing just out of his reach. "It seems that you still believe you are not my slave. How about you just give up that battle and move on, you know there is now way you are going to win against me."

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric had been struggling for a while when the womans voice interrupted his ineffectual attempts to regain his freedom. Her words about the chains being unbreakable were something he'd suspected, still there was always the odd chance that some part had been overlooked and he could use it to his advantage. Eric pointedly ignored her until she moved closer, her legs bare and despite his anger there was still some stirring in his loins as he thought of her bare skin.

Then her words pushed thoughts of her body and carnal pleasure form his mind.

"It seems that you still believe you are not my slave. How about you just give up that battle and move on, you know there is now way you are going to win against me."

"I'm no slave bitch!"

With those words he redoubled his attacks at the chains, muscles standing taut under his skin as he strained against his bonds.

 

[Kaena]

She sighed at his words, shaking her head. She had hoped that he had realized there was no way he would win against her and was done fighting. Instead, he continued to try to break free from the chain that held him and he refused to acknowledge that he was now her slave.

"You can deny it all you want," she said, noticing that his wrist was starting to get bloody from his struggling. "But, it won't change the fact of the matter."

She watched him continue to struggle, soon growing tired of it.

"That's enough," she said forcefully, her voice echoing through the room. "I have already told you that the chains cannot be broken, there is no need to waste your energy. Besides, you are going to need your energy for your training."

Leaving him kneeling by the side of the bed, she walked to a cupboard on the other side of the room. Opening the cupboard, she took out a leather collar and a set of leather wrist cuffs, along with a rolled up bundle. Looking back at him, she lay the items on a table, unrolling the bundle to reveal a wicked set of knives.

"Come here," she ordered, using her magic to unlock the chain on his wrist.

 

[Last_Rider]

For some reason the way the woman looked at Eric as he struggled angered him further. Like he was some oddity, something to amuse her. It fired the anger in his chest and he resumed struggling, though apparently it stopped amusing her rather quickly.

"I have already told you that the chains cannot be broken, there is no need to waste your energy. Besides, you are going to need your energy for your training."

"I'm not some damned animal to be broken and trained at your whim bitch!"

Despite his words Eric paused in his struggles when she moved. She took some items from a cupboard before turning her eyes onto him and releasing the magic that bound the chain to his wrist. Eric rubbed his wrist, eyes burning into her.

"No."

It was pointless and objectively more than a little stupid, but the memory of last night, of his voice crying out and begging her for mercy, it still galled at him. He wouldn't be cowed by her.

 

[Kaena]

Its not like she had expected him to obey her, but his disobedience was starting to try her patience.

"It wasn't an option," she said, her voice tinged with anger. She reached out towards him with her magic, using it as a collar as she had before.

"I said come here!" she growled, pulling her magic back towards her, using it like a leash to yank him towards her across the room. As much as he tried to resist, there was no way he would be able to break away from her magic.

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric fought as the magic pulled at his neck. He couldn't break it, and he knew he couldn't break it, but dammit he couldn't just give in. That she was getting angry meant something he was doing was working. It didn't really make sense to him, but her anger pleased him.

So he fought, rather like a fish on the end of a line, as her magic slowly but relentlessly pulled his protesting body across the dungeon. Despite her being smaller than him, and dressed only in a robe, with her damned magic Eric found himself more or less helpless. After what seemed an eternity of him struggling he was finally before her, eyes still blazing down at her.