The Guardian

She stopped. Eric sobbed with relief when she stopped, whispering softly "thank you" over and over again when she tossed aside the branch. He lost sight of her for a moment as she cut the rope binding his ankles and he sagged even more, weak beyond anything he'd thought possible.

"I am going to cut you lose. You will stand strong when I do. If you fall, it will add to your final punishment when we return home. I am not going to heal you. You are going to walk back like this, as a reminder of what you did, what has happened and what is yet to come."

Fear lanced through Eric at those words, and he fought hard to get some kind of footing in his shaking legs. Being bound as they had been the muscles were tense and knotted, and he felt more fear at his ability to obey. Her eyes seemed not to care one way or the other. Then her knife cut the rope and his full weight came onto his legs.

Eric dropped to his hands and knees. His muscles in his legs were too tight, the backs of his thighs were still sore and bruised from the caning, his hips and quads were stretched and weak after being bound around the tree for so long. He cried silently, knowing he had earned more punishment, but also that he'd failed her.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to stand. His legs shook, blood still dripped a little from his swollen and darkening testicles, there was blood on his back from the tree bark biting into his skin, but he stood strong, hoping to at least temper his inevitable punishment.

"I am sorry Mistress."
 
She had expected him to fall as soon as he no longer had the ropes supporting his body. It was inevitable. His body was battered, bruised and bleeding. There was no way he would be able to recover from that quick enough to hold himself upright on the first attempt. Her orders had been a complete mindfuck to test how he would respond to his failure to obey her.

His reaction as he fell to his knees was exactly what she was hoping for. It showed her that he now feared her and was in the mindset of obeying her. His fairly quick correction of his actions, getting to his feet and standing strong, with an apology instantly on his lips made her consider being lenient about adding to his final punishment. It wasn't as if he actually knew what he was going to face when he got home, therefore there was no way he would know if she had added to it or not for his failure. Still, she decided to let him believe that he hard earned more.

"Failure is not acceptable," she was her simple response to his apology, her voice firm. Giving his body one good look over to ensure he wasn't bleeding so much that he would pass out, she turned back towards the trail.

"Come along," she ordered, already starting to walk. "We have lots of ground to cover if we expect to be home before nightfall."
 
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"Failure is not acceptable."

Something inside Eric flinched at those words, though he had expected them. Knowing that he'd added to his punishment made his stomach churn and his heart race. He had no idea what else she planned on doing to him, but she had made it clear that he wasn't yet done being punished. He nodded mutely at her call to follow, and he walked behind her, eyes down.

He winced and gasped on occasion, his swollen testicles bouncing and sending lurches of nausea through his stomach. Legs burned, but the movement slowly, very slowly, loosened the muscles, though the resulting burn brought more tears to his eyes. Despite keeping his eyes down more than once Eric stepped on a sharp stone or a fallen branch, and he whimpered, but did his best to keep quiet and not attract attention from Kaiya. His back still burned, the breeze feeling both good on the whip marks still there and stinging them so he had no relief.

It must have been an odd sight, the small woman leading a much larger naked and abused man through the woods, his eyes down, struggling to maintain his composure and the pace she set for them. But Eric had learned not to try and escape her, and he whimpered again as his testicles bounced against each other, bringing a sting of tears to his grey eyes as he followed Kaiya.
 
She pretended that she didn't hear his soft whimpers as they moved through the forest. She could tell that he was trying to hide them from her notice, a fact that showed that he was terrified of what else she would do to him. She could feel herself start to soften towards him again, almost stopping more than once to heal him so he wouldn't have to endure any more pain the rest of the way home. But, she managed to control herself. There was no way she was going to undo everything she had done when his absolute obedience to her was still on shaky ground. If she softened now, there was the possibility that he would start to think he could get away with anything because a few tears would make her melt and take away his pain.

The sun was just starting to set as the reached the small clearing where the cabin stood. Naya, who growing tired of their snail like pace, had ran ahead, lay on the porch waiting for them, her tail flicking back and forth impatiently. She growled when she saw him, still pissed off that he was the reason she had to leave her meal behind earlier.

"I don't think she's happy with you," Kaiya said, laughing softly as she looked back at Eric. "You might want to steer clear of her for a little while. She might think of you as a good replacement for the bird you made her leave behind."

Shaking her head at the absurd thought of the large cat making a meal out of Eric, she walked into the cabin and straight through to the heavy door at the end of the hallway.

"After you," she said, opening the door and motioning Eric forward.
 
Eric didn't try too hard to keep track of time, it didn't matter too much, they would arrive when they arrived, if anything he wanted to delay getting to the place of his inevitable punishment. Of course they arrived home eventually, the leopard was sitting on the porch, her eyes looking at Eric.

He heard Kaiya's words and he shied away from the annoyed leopard. Eric felt his body shaking when Kaiya motioned towards the door. He was crying softly, as he opened the heavy door, he was scared. More so than before he knew what was in the dungeon, and that Kaiya fully intended to punish him more. His cock was blazing with heat from the burn, his balls were swollen and purple, everything on him hurt and there was more to come.

"Please Mistress, I learned my lesson."

It sounded pitiful, but Eric was terrified of the slender woman who was following him down the stairs into the dungeon.

"I wont try to escape again, I promise. Please, I hurt so much Mistress, I'll be good."
 
She saw the fear instantly appear in his eyes as she ordered him down into the dungeon. He had no idea what was in store for him, all he knew was the potential of what could happen. His terrified begging sent shivers down her spine.

She used her magic to light the candles around the room, the soft light almost making the torture devices look a little less daunting. She had fully intended to punish him further all along, but, until she was down in the dungeon she hadn't really given thought on how she was going to do it. But now she knew exactly what would draw more terrified begging from his lips.

Looking him over, she shook her head. He was really a mess. Bruises and cuts covered his body almost head to toe and dried blood stained his skin along with the dirt and grass from the forest. Walking over to the wash basin, she wet a cloth and turned back to him, holding it out.

"Get cleaned up while I get what I need for your punishment," she ordered, moving away from him to her cabinet. Not paying attention to whether he obeyed her or not, she started to take out items. First a small plastic case which she opened to reveal a thin metal tube. She smiled as she set it aside before taking out a large candle and a set of wooden matches. She set them all down on a table beside what looked like a leathered covered table with rings built into the legs and sides of the table.

"Are you done yet?" she asked, turning her attention back to him.
 
The candle light had an odd effect, it softened the dungeon but also cast a few ominous shadows. Eric shivered softly, wondering what exactly Kaiya had in mind, but doing his best to appear stalwart. Of course he doubted it worked, his body was still quivering and he'd been begging in fear just a bit before.

"Get cleaned up while I get what I need for your punishment."

"Yes Mistress."

This was something that he could actually do, and Eric started cleaning himself with the wet cloth. He whimpered loudly when he washed the fresh burns on his thigh and cock, his balls were extremely tender and he cried out softly as he gently scrubbed them. He wiped his sides and legs, face, feet, everything he could reach. Eric pointedly didn't look too much at Kaiya, but he shivered when she called to him.

"I have done my best Mistress."

Eric walked towards her, shivering, eyes expressive and looking into hers.

"Please Mistress, I promised, I'll be good. You don't need to hurt me anymore, please?"
 
She looked him over, checking out his work. She nodded in approval before looking up at his face, the expression in his eyes almost weakening her resolve. She didn't know why, but, there was something about him that made her want to heal him, tell him she will never hurt him again. She shook off the feeling, taking a deep breath before turning back towards the table.

"Promises can be broken," she replied to his begging, motioning for him to get up on the table. "Fear of punishment ensures obedience."
 
Eric sobbed once at Kaiya's words, but did understand. He followed her instructions and climbed onto the table, gasping slightly when his bruised and welted ass and thighs contacted the table. He saw the rings and spread his arms and legs passively, whimpering, knowing he was about to be bound again.

"Please, mercy Mistress?"

He knew it wouldn't be coming, but he couldn't stop trying as his body shook softly as Kaiya began preparing his punishment.
 
She watched as he climbed up on the table and spread his arms and legs out without being told. In a way the table was a form of compassion towards him. Instead of forcing him to stand during his punishment, she was allowing his body to rest a little. Though she knew it wouldn't seem like resting once she started.

She shook her head negatively as his request for mercy, busying herself with cuffing his legs and arms to the rings on the table. After she was sure he was fully secure, she moved to brush his hair out of his eyes, looking down at him.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit," she said mockingly, her smile sadistic. "Actually its going to hurt alot"

Picking up the matches, she lit the candle and then moved to hold the still flaming match close to the burn already on his cock. She knew the heat would intensify the pain that was already there from the burn. She held it there for a few seconds before blowing out the match and throwing it in ashes in the hearth. Picking up the thin metal tube she looked up at him.

"Probably wondering what this if for, aren't you," she said, watching his face for a reaction as she held the metal over the candle flame. "I'll just tell you this, it can hold heat very well." To emphasize her words, she touched the metal against his skin, causing a red mark to appear.
 
"Actually its going to hurt alot."

Eric whimpered loudly, eyes horrified and following Kaiya's motions. He cried out softly when she held the flame close to the burn on his cock and his body wiggled around in his bonds.

Then she touched the metal to his thigh and he screamed softly. The metal did seem to retain heat very well, it burned. It wasn't as bad as the metal poker from yesterday, but was still hot and made him whimper and cry out. His body twisted, as though trying to escape the metal tube, eyes wide and pleading silently. Then he wasn't silent anymore.

"No, please no. Please Mistress, no, no, please."

The sadistic smile was on her lips again, and Eric had no doubt that there would be no mercy for him as she teasingly held the tube where he could see it.
 
She had to admit that she had a new found respect for his resolve. Other than whimpering and crying out a little, he managed to keep from begging her outright until she showed him what the metal tube could do. She had no doubt that the begging would intensify once he realized what the tube was actually used for.

"Your begging is like music to my ears," she said, taking his cock in her hand and holding it firmly. "Why would I stop now."

Holding the tube in one hand, she lowered it towards his cock, lining it up with the opening on the tip with a steady hand.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move, it will only hurt more," she said as she slowly started to slide the tube into his cock.
 
Eric's eyes widened horribly when Kaiya held his soft and limp cock up and began moving the tube towards the slit in the head. He knew what she was going to do and he couldn't stop struggling.

"Oh, fuck, no, Mistress, no, God, no don't do it. Please, Nnnnoooooooo!"

His hips bucked when the heated tube touched the tender opening in his cock. The heat flared beyond anything he could have imagined as she started moving the tube inside his cock.

"Ghaaaa! Mistressssss! Nooooo!"

Eyes screwed shut he screamed as the heat seared his incredibly tender urethra.
 
She found it very hard to insert the tube with all the struggling he was doing. His screams and begging was not helping her concentration very much either. Still she managed to get the metal inserted most of the way into his cock, with only a little left sticking out of the end.

"I said stay still," she said, stepping back from the table. "I will be right back."

Leaving him tied to the table, she left the room and went upstairs to the kitchen. Opening the icebox she rummaged around until she found some ice chips and put them in a bowl. She returned to the dungeon, bowl in hand.

"Heat is not the only good thing its good for," she said, holding up an ice chip and placing it on the end of the metal. "It transfers cold rather quickly as well."
 
Eric was crying by the time the rub was fully inserted into his cock, or at least as far as she wanted it. He was trembling when she left, the heat sinking into his cock, making him squirm and whimper. Then she came back down and his eyes widened again, then she carefully placed the ice chip on the end of the tube. At first the coolness was nice after the heat, then it became unbearable.

"Noooo, please, oh fuck, please, it burns!"

Despite the cold, it was a burning cold on the incredibly tender inside of his cock. He tried to squirm, but only succeeded in swaying the tube in a comical way as his cock wagged a bit, but the devilish cold was sinking from the inside out of his poor cock.

"Mistress, God, please, I'm so sooorrrrry!"

Eyes closed tight as the cold just kept relentlessly creeping through his skin, making his muscles tremble and shake as he sobbed softly.
 
She looked up into his eyes as he spoke, it did seem like he was truly sorry for what he had done. Or it could just be the torture on such a delicate part of his body that was making the apologies come so easily to him. That and the fear of more torture.

"Are you really sorry, Eric," she said, putting down the ice cube and lighting another one of the wooden matches. "Can you honestly tell me if you had the chance to escape, with a good chance you would actually get away this time, that you wouldn't take that chance?"

She lowered the match towards the end of the tube, not quite allowing the flame to heat the metal as she waited for his answer. What he said in response would determine if the flame came into contact with the metal or not.
 
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Eventually the coolness subsided and left Eric a quivering helpless mass as Kaiya spoke.

"Can you honestly tell me if you had the chance to escape, with a good chance you would actually get away this time, that you wouldn't take that chance?"

She struck a match, and Eric's terrified eyes followed the flame as it moved closer to the tube. He sobbed softly, tears sliding down his face as he did everything he could to hold perfectly still. He wouldn't lie to her, he thought, thought deeply about it.

"No Mistress, I wouldn't try to run. Please, don't cook me anymore, please, I'm so sorry, please don't heat it again, please, I can't take it, I'll be good, I promise, I'll be good, don't make it hot again, I couldn't stand it..."
 
She studied his face as he spoke, searching for any sign of deception. Either he was really good at hiding his lies or he really believed he wouldn't try to run, but, she couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Still his words didn't ring true to her. What man could honestly say he would give up a chance for freedom for life as someone's slave.

"Wrong answer," she said, placing the flame at the end of the tube. "You might not think you are lying to me, but, there is no way you would stick around if you were given a chance at freedom. "I don't like being lied to, intentional or not."

She waited for the screams that were sure to come as the heat travelled down the length of the tube.
 
"Wrong answer. You might not think you are lying to me, but, there is no way you would stick around if you were given a chance at freedom. I don't like being lied to, intentional or not."

"No, Mistress, please, please no..."

Words trailed off, eyes widened, terrified as that horribly dancing flame moved closer and closer to the metal tube that was intruding on his cock. Then it touched the metal, and Eric was screaming again.

"Nooooo! STAHAAHAHAP, Mistressssss! No Moooooore!"

His head thrashed side to side as the heat flared inside of his cock, the previously chilled skin suddenly flaring into unbearable heat, legs convulsing helplessly as the heat seared his urethra and he screamed wordlessly.
 
She let him thrash for awhile before removing the heat source, blowing out the match and throwing it in the hearth with the other one. She looked down at the tube, realizing his cock was swollen around it, which was going to make it very hard to remove.

Reaching out she brushed his tears from his cheek, allowing herself to soften a little.

"I think you have truly learned your lesson my pet," she said, using her magic to heal his body, starting with his cock so she could remove the metal inserted in it. She slowly removed the tube and placed it back in its box to be cleaned later. She then undid his restraints, leaving him lying on the table.

Moving to sit on the bed, she looked down at her dress which she suddenly realized was horribly stained by his blood, among other things. She peeled it off, leaving her in her undergarments while she waited to see if he would move from the table or ask for permission first.
 
Eric didn't know how long she kept his cock cooking, but it seemed a brief eternity. She removed the heat source eventually and moved towards his upper body. He was shaking all over as he felt her magic begin healing his cock. The feeling of the tube being removed made his face contort oddly, it was a feeling of relief to be sure, but it made Eric oddly think that the sensation could be pleasurable.

"Oh, thank you Mistress, thank you, thank you, thank you. I've learned my lesson, I'll be good, I promise, thank you thank you."

Eric stayed on the table, his body slowly being healed, but his mind still feeling the pain in his body. His muscles were quivering all over, eyes closed, he was actually sweating a little still, breathing irregularly, sobbing softly to himself in relief that finally he was done being hurt.

Eric didn't move, though he did catch a glimpse of Kaiya in her under things watching him. If his cock hadn't been so recently and so totally hurt and tortured he might have stirred towards arousal at the sight of her revealed body. He made no motion to get off the table, he even tried to regulate his breathing in a way she might find pleasing. He was totally healed again, which meant that his body could take much more punishment if she decided to do that.
 
She was suprised when he chose to remain on the table, but, she understood it, he needed to give his body time to heal. She had no intention of doing anything more to him that night anyways. In reality, she was exhausted and all she wanted to do was lie back on the bed and escape to the sweet oblivion of sleep.

"I thought you would ask to join me," she finally said, lying back against the pillows. His scent from the night before lingered on the pillow, stirring something inside her.

Stretching luxuriously, she looked over at him again. "Come over here. We both need sleep and I don't feel like going upstairs."
 
Eric slowly sat up on the table, still quivering a little as his eyes fell on his Mistress. She was stretching out on the bed, her curves accentuated as she rested her mane of white blonde hair on the pillows and told him to join her on the bed. He gingerly moved onto the floor and walked towards the bed, his body healed but his mind still expecting to feel jolts of pain from his back, thighs, cock and balls.

At the bed he crawled up by Kaiya and snuggled up close to her, arms around her body, clinging to her. This small kindness from her burned warmly in his heart as he pressed close to her, sobbing softly now at the softness of her skin after all the harshness of his day.

"Thank you Mistress."
 
It had been awhile since she had been held in a man's arms. It made her feel safe and relaxed, a feeling she had not felt in a long time. Lying her head on his bare chest, she draped her leg over his and pulled him even closer, the beating of his heart a steady rhythm beneath her ear.

The sound of his soft sobbing made her feel a sudden saddness of her own inside. It was a feeling that she had felt before in the past, whenever she had allowed her sadistic side to take over. After it retreated, she always felt some regret and sorry for what she had done. It was actually a relief to her to feel this way. She knew if it ever came to the point where she didn't feel like this after torturing someone as harshly as she did Eric, then it would mean that she had lost all traces of her humanity, a terrifying thought in itself.

Wrapping her arm round Eric, she attempted to sooth him. She had made her point earlier as to who was the boss, but, now she wanted him to see that it wasn't entirely terrible being owned by her.
 
Kaiya rested her head on his chest, her hair was soft and tickled just a little on his skin as she draped a shapely leg over his side and pulled him closer. She was making soft soothing sounds, not words exactly, just sounds that had a relaxing effect on Eric. His arms closed a little tighter around her, anxious to feel that softness of her skin, her very touch felt soft and wonderful after all the harshness that he'd felt today.

She smelled good as he rested his cheek on the top of her head, and something inside of him relaxed a bit, like some knot unwinding and that thing in his chest eased and his eyes closed, actually feeling oddly safe, despite the tortures of bare minutes ago.
 
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