The Guardian

[Kaena]

It seemed to take forever for her magic to drag him across the room. When he finally came to rest before her, she could see the arrogance in his eyes. It was almost as if he was enjoying pissing her off, which only managed to anger her more. Before she could reign in her anger, she reached out and slapped him sharply across the face, her hand leaving a deep red mark against his skin.

"I am really getting tired of your insolence," she said, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "You are all out of chances. Either you obey when I give you an order, or it will lead to punishment. And we both know you are aware of what punishment can entail."

Picking up the collar she had laid out earlier, she looked into his eyes, her blue eyes holding a fierce, steady gaze with his.

"On your knees," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for arguing.

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric was surprised when the woman struck him, his head snapping around. She hit harder than he'd anticipated, but it was much more the surprise. His eyes burned into hers as she spoke, but he did listen. His ass and thighs still bore welts and bruises from last night, and deep inside him he trembled a little at the thought of another punishment.

Yet it was that internal quavering that angered him even more. To have been brought down by her, so damned easily too! She was holding a collar, something she clearly meant to have around his neck.

"I'm no dog for you to collar and drag around. I will not kneel before you. I don't even know your name witch, I wont beg like some dog at your feet."

 

[Kaena]

There it was again, the arrogant disobedience that fed her anger so easily. But, she had gained control of her anger and instead of using her magic to force him to his knees as she would have minutes earlier, she simply took a deep breath and shook her head at him.

"My name is of no importance to you," she said, leaving him standing where he was and moving to start a fire in the large hearth in the corner of the room. "You are to call me Mistress, to use any other name will earn you more punishment."

As she worked, she watched him out of the corner of her eye, not trusting to turn her back on him for even a second. She soon had the fire burning hot, the coals beneath the logs white from the heat. Picking up a metal poker and a branding iron she set them among the coals before turning her attention back to him.

"I warned you," she said finally, looking around the room, her eyes finally falling on the cross she had used the night before. "No more chances." With a quick flick of her wrist, he was thrown across the room and against the cross, his wrists and ankles locked into place before he could even think of resisting. She knew in a physical battle he would win hands down, but her magic gave her the upper hand, one she intended to use to break him.

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric felt something burn hotter inside of him when she said her name didn't matter. Like he was somehow lower than a human, just some oddity that wouldn't ever need to know her name. It just galled at him. Then he found himself flung across the room and pinned again to the same damned cross that had held him during last night. His eyes bulged a little as he saw her playing with something in a very hot fire.

"You'll not break me woman!"

This time though there was undeniable fear in his voice. It wasn't overriding his voice, but it was certainly present. His muscles flexed, but whatever was holding him fast he was bound fast, unable to move. Eric was once again helpless and at her mercy.

 

[Kaena]

She could hear the fear in his voice, despite his attempt to sound strong. He had seen what she was capable of, and he knew there was more of the same or worse to come. Despite his denial that he would ever be broken, she knew that that little bit of fear was the first crack in his resolve. She was going to break him, even if he fought her the whole way. Actually, she hoped he would fight her the whole way, it made things way more interesting for her and the final product that much more satisfying.

"I will break you," she said, her voice eerily calm. "Just was I was able to make you beg me last night, you will soon be begging me again."

Taking one of the hot pokers out of the fire, she walked towards him, a smile on her lips that could only be described as pure evil.

"Shall I start?" she said, not really asking for permission, just giving pause to let it sink in what was about to happen. "Or do you wish to skip all this and give in to me finally."

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric tensed and struggled as the woman turned the poker in the fire. It was a very hot fire, and when she removed it from the fire it glowed cherry red. His resolve faltered a little, not at the red metal that she surely intended to use on him, it was her smile. She was truly enjoying this, she loved hurting him. With a touch of panic in his eyes, Eric still tried to fight.

"You'd do it anyway, wouldn't you bitch? This gets your nether regions all slick and hot doesn't it? You're sick, you witch, and I'll never give into you."

 

[Kaena]

"Now, now Eric, I'm hurt that you think I'm that cruel," she said, her voice sarcastic and barely contained amusement. "To think that I would just torture you because it turns me on."

Laughing at him, she raised the poker, looking up and down his nude body. Her eyes finally rested on the front of his bare thigh, the skin unblemished by the bruises that covered his ass and the back of his thighs.

"You continue to call me bitch. I told you to call me Mistress," she said almost casually as she reached out with the poker, placing the hot tip against his skin. The sound of searing skin filled the room for the brief second she held it there before pulling it away.

"Beg me for forgiveness or I will continue. There are far more sensitive parts of your body."

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric was trembling. There was no controlling the adrenaline that made his muscles quiver and his heart beat faster and faster. She taunted him, moving the poker around without really touching him. The heat caused the hair to singe and curl up as it got closer. Then she touched him with that poker.

Eric yelled, panting hard, head thrashing back and forth as the sickly smell of burning hair and flesh filled his nostrils. She removed the poker, leaving him gasping, muscles quivering.

"Beg me for forgiveness or I will continue. There are far more sensitive parts of your body."

"No. I wont beg your forgiveness for something I did of my free will. You're crazy, you enjoy torture bitch. I wont curb my tongue or beg the forgiveness of a sadist like you."

 

[Kaena]

"Maybe I am crazy," she replied, touching the poker against his skin again. "But, I have been called worse things than that. And admittedly, I may enjoy torturing you, but only because you brought it upon yourself. And there is alot worse things I could do to you than this."

Turning back towards the fire, she placed the poker back among the coals and picked up the branding iron instead. She had made the iron years before and had used it on previous slaves. It was more of a mark of her ownership that he couldn't avoid than a torture device, even though it acted as that as well. It spelled out "property of Kaiya" in delicate writing, or as delicate as anything cast in iron could be.

She stood looking at him for a moment, trying to decide where to leave her mark. She finally reached out and placed the hot metal against the side of his stomach, the words burning deep into his skin.

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric cried out again when the poker touched his flesh, head thrashing, that smell again filling his nostrils. His body hung more limply when she removed it and returned towards the fire. Great gasps of air, his stomach moving with them as he tried to get his head back into focus. She moved back towards him, this time with what looked like a branding iron. The reality that he was about to be branded like some animal made him struggle again, though this time it was much weaker.

She paused, then sank the heated iron into the sensitive skin to one side of his abdominal muscles. Eric screamed, cursing blindly, eyes screwed shut, muscles tensed, trying vainly to get away from the brand.

When she removed it he hung limply, panting, quivering, tears on his cheeks.

"To hell with you witch. I am not some damned animal!"

His voice was hoarse and quivered, but he was much closer to breaking than he'd ever admit.

 

[Kaena]

She closed her eyes at the sounds of his screams. She had to admit that the sound of fear and pain in his voice had an effect on her, though she couldn't quite say it was pleasure, it was something she couldnt explain.

She held the brand against his skin only as long it needed to burn the words clearly. When she finally removed it, the words were an angry red burn on the previously white skin.

Throwing the brand aside, she returned to the fire and took out the poker once again.

"I never said you were an animal," she finally said, her voice taking on an almost gentle tone in response to the quivering tone of his own. "I said you were my slave. But, I guess in your mind it may seem like the same thing."

Stepping up to him, she took his bare cock in her free hand, her fingers lightly running along the length. The red hot poker stood ready in her other hand.

"Beg me boy," she said, her voice still calm. "You know you can stop this, just give yourself to me."

 

[loquere]

Saw the title and thought it was about the nespaper in the UK!

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric's eyes widened as she took the poker again, now it was glowing red again, in one hand, and his bare cock in the other. Eric was well endowed, but in fear it was trying to hide, but her small nimble fingers held the skin vulnerable to the heated metal.

"Beg me boy. You know you can stop this, just give yourself to me."

Tears were streaming down his face, he sobbed softly, fear of pain making his body quiver and his resolve weaken. She would do it. He had no doubt about it, she would ruin his cock, he'd never be able to make love again. His body was shaking, sobbing softly, but he shook his head still.

"No. I am a man you witch, I will not be your slave."

His eyes closed, breath held, trying vainly to brace himself for the coming pain.

 

[Kaena]

The tears almost stopped her, even though he still refused to give in to her. Biting her lip to keep her own resolve from weakening, she raised his head so she could look into his eyes. What she saw there was fear, unbridled fear of what she was about to do, but, deep down there was still the strength that kept him from begging her to stop before it was too late.

She was silent as she brought the poker down against the soft skin of his cock. Even though she knew she could heal the damage, she had to look away as she did it. She could almost feel the pain that it would send coursing through his body.

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric screamed. The pain was beyond anything he could have prepared himself for. His head thrashed faster, the heat touching just along the top of his cock where the head had flared out and met the shaft. He didn't know how long she kept it there, but it didn't matter. As soon as it was off his skin he couldn't stop begging.

"Oh God, no more. Please, no more. I can't... please, no more."

The words were sobs, tears streaming down his face, head down, eyes on the floor. He'd broken again.

"M-m... Mistress, please no more."

 

[Kaena]

She almost dropped the poker at the start of his screams. It took everything she had to keep the poker against his skin long enough to allow it to burn into the skin. Still she was only able to keep it against his cock for a few seconds before she removed it and threw it aside.

There was no doubt in her mind that she had broken him this time. As soon as the poker was removed the begging fell from his lips like it was natural for him to do so.

Reaching up, she gently brushed the tears from his cheeks. She could feel him trembling beneath her touch. She raised his head so he had to look at her before she spoke.

"Are you going to obey me now," she asked, her hand lightly brushing against each burn mark as she spoke, healing them. She healed the brand on his stomach, leaving the scar tissue so that the words were still visible before moving her hand to his cock.

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric felt the wounds being healed and sobbed in relief, but the memory of the pain still burned deeply in his mind. His body still quivered, and he could feel the difference in the skin near his stomach. She had left him branded.

"Are you going to obey me now?"

He was still crying, trembling, but he couldn't say it. He was broken in so many ways, but he couldn't say he was a slave. A stronger sob broke through his throat as he realized it, something inside of him refused to give just yet, to actually say those words.

"I hope so."

The words were whispered, and part of him fully expected to get another burst of some kind of pain.

 

[Kaena]

"I hope so?" she repeated his words, her gentle hands still brushing his tears from his cheeks. "I would definitely hope so for your sake"

Her expression and voice took on a seriousness as she spoke again. "As your Mistress, I expect to be obeyed at all times. Don't make me have to do that to you again."

Stepping away from him, she released his restraints and walked back over to the table that held the collar. Picking it up, she ran the soft leather through her fingers before looking back at him.

"Come here," her voice was once against soft. For the moment, her sadistic side had been appeased and she hoped he would obey her and save her having to punish him further.

 

[Last_Rider]

As soon as the bonds were released Eric fell to all fours, panting, shaking, trying desperately to recover. Despite that he refused to crawl to her when she called him over to her. He wouldn't degrade himself like some animal. It took a few moments longer to regain his composure enough to get to his feet, wipe the streaks of tears from his face, and walk towards her. She'd already ordered him to kneel, and so when he was before her he did.

Eric couldn't bring himself to look at her, but he was on his knees, head bowed before her.

 

[Kaena]

She frowned when he didn't come to her right away. She really was not in the mood to punish him again and yet it seemed like she was going to have to. She braced herself from his onslaught of words, denying his obedience, but instead he struggled to his feet and walked over to her, his stance that of a broken man. Still the fact that he walked to her instead of crawling showed that there was still a little fight left in him, deep down inside somewhere.

She looked down at him as he slumped to his knees, his hair drenched with is sweat and tangled around his shoulders. Reaching out, she ran her fingers lightly through his hair, untangling it a little bit before she placed the collar around his throat.

"This collar is a symbol of my ownership," she said, locking it in place. "But it has another purpose. Think of it as a physical manifestation of the collar I used on you earlier. It is enchanted with my magic and therefore can be used against you if necessary."

Picking up one of the leather cuffs, she held her hand out to him, waiting for him to place his hand in hers.

 

[Last_Rider]

"This collar is a symbol of my ownership, but it has another purpose. Think of it as a physical manifestation of the collar I used on you earlier. It is enchanted with my magic and therefore can be used against you if necessary."

Eric cursed silently, she had more control over him now. Still, the way she'd combed his hair with her fingers spoke to some kindness inside the sadistic woman. After the collar was around his neck he felt another little sob in his throat, this leather reminder of his breaking now hugging against the skin of his neck.

She didn't say anything, just held one of the leather cuffs. Eric knew she was waiting for him to give her his hand, another gesture of his breaking. His shoulders shook, some internal struggle raging through Eric before he raised his right hand and placed it in her slender fingers, quietly sobbing again. Somehow this simple gesture was worse than the poker on his legs.

 

[Kaena]

She could sense the conflict that was turmoiling inside him. He didn't want to admit that she now owned him, yet he knew that is was a fact and there was nothing he could do about it. His soft sobbing as she placed the cuff on his wrist and then repeated the action with his other hand tugged at her heart strings a little. It was a feeling she wasn't used to. Just minutes before she had been torturing this man, breaking him down to be her slave and now she was almost feeling sorry for doing exactly what she had set out to do.

Shaking her head, she buried the feeling deep inside her and stepped back to look at him. The collar, the brand, the cuffs, they were all symbols of her ownership, yet, it was his tears, his utter resignation to his fate and the sorrow it brought him that made her really feel like she owned him, body and mind.

Her stomach growled as she moved to douse the fire making her realize that neither of them had eaten since before she had brought him back to her home. For her it has been at least 12 hours, who knew how long for him.

"You must be hungry," she said, stretching a hand out to help him to his feet. "Come upstairs, I will see what I can find for us to eat."

 

[Last_Rider]

The leather cuffs closed almost comfortably around his wrists, but the reality that he now wore a collar like a dog, and cuffs, and branded like cattle. Eric forced himself to gain some measure of composure. He couldn't go around blubbering and quivering like some weakling. He was still a man, still strong, he needed to carry himself with at least some measure of dignity.

When she offered her hand Eric ignored it, instead forcing himself to stand under his own power. While his injuries had been healed he still felt the residual effects in his mind. He kept his eyes down and didn't say anything, still naked except for the brand, collar, and cuffs.

"I would very much appreciate food, Mistress."

The title came half a beat slowly, not because he meant to be insolent, he just wasn't used to using titles.

 

[Kaena]

She smiled and shook her head as he ignored her hand, instead choosing to struggle to his feet himself. She didn't take it as an act of insolence because she understood his need to have some form of dignity left. It was something she respected in him. She didn't want him to lose his dignity completely, she wanted him broken but not useless to her.

"Follow me," she replied, ignoring the pause between his words and the use of her title. Walking ahead of him, she led him back up the stairs and into the small sunlit kitchen. Naya, who had been sleeping on the floor by the door raised her head and looked at him with indifference before lowering her head to her paws again. As long as she didn't feel there was any threat towards Kaiya, she didn't really care about Eric.

Rummaging through the cupboards and icebox, Kaiya was able to find some bread and cheese and some venison she had roasted a few days earlier. Indicating for him to sit at the table, she placed the food on the table, pouring them each a cup of ice cold water to go with the food.

"Eat as much as you want," she said, taking a bite out of a piece of cheese. "You need to regain your strength. There is still the matter of your training."

 

[Last_Rider]

Eric was suddenly very aware of his nudity when they left the dungeon and entered the sunlit upper area. The leopard briefly raised her head and looked at the two of them, then resumed napping. The table wasn't set, but Eric did sit when the woman indicated that he should. The memory of that poker on his cock was enough to quench any rebellious notions that he had at the moment.

When she presented some food and bread along with meat Eric began eating. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he'd eaten, but as soon as the food touched his tongue he became ravenous.

"You need to regain your strength. There is still the matter of your training."

At those words Eric paused for a moment. Something about being trained still galled him, but he was still very effectively cowed. He didn't want to be dragged back down to the basement. He just mumbled something that sounded like his agreement and finished eating. Once he was done his eyes looked up from the plate and met hers.

"Thank you for the food."