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The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

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The_Fifth_Master

Super-Earth
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The banners snapped and hissed on their poles. The dirt swirled in devils that blinded man and beast. Shields jerked from the hands of strong men with the force of it. A wind so fierce it was unnatural in it's making.

But the storm had been blowing in between the mountains, pushing thru the great canyon, pushing the natural cold from the high pass ahead of it. It rushed into the valley where the battle rages and dumped snow on all those engaged, indiscriminant of which side the color of their armor or the banner of their flags.

It raged it's own war. Leather was unaffected but all that was armor went cold to the touch. So cold so instantly that men either stuck to it or could no longer feel the weigh of it in their grasp and weapons slipped from sweated grips while blunt force weapons. Pole, pikes and dagger, those weapons were reaping a harvest of dead and unconscious as the snow hid them and spread a pristine cloth on the red where the blood ran in streams in the land.

It lasted some hours and in the end those strangers who brought their mighty war engines abandoned their cause and their fellows. Those that could turn their mounts and race for escape. While the sky filled with arrows of eleven making which rained down on those still deciding.

Adan El'Glaive had no knowledge of the ending. He had fallen protecting his Lord from four eleven warriors. The bludgeon struck cracking his helmet and he fell to the ground to be buried by the fallen bodies of others. It was that luck that saved him from the arrows, that luck that kept him warm in the two foot of snow as night drew over the land.

Adan El'Glaive had woken up. He knew he was awake because the pain to the back of his head was now dull and throbbing. He was unable to move much between the bloating corpses over and around him.

He pushed. He pushed again. He took a deep breath and growled and pushed. It gave. The mound gave and obstacles that had once been men moved or rolled away as he grabbed and clawed his way out of his warm hole.

The cold hit him fully as a blow and he stagger. Putting out a hand to keep from falling again. Slipping and falling into the melting snow. There was little he could see. A mask of rumpled white and here and there dark shadows mingled.

The crush of snow nearby and he turned. His hand on his empty dagger sheath. No longer holding his sword he ran. But they were fresh, and far more than him alone. He fought to be sure but in the end he wore his arms behind his back chained at his wrist in manacles meant to hold a large man such as one like himself.

The leash at his neck a chain drawing moving heavy carts. They could find nothing else that could manage him. The end of it jerking for time to time as he stumbled. The prodding of a spear at his back kept him moving. Into the camp of the High Elf. He stood head and shoulders above the rest. So broad he turned to the side to enter the building.

Into the building of the Noble encampment. The leash jerked as he came to stand before her. The spear’s wooden tip gouging the back of his legs and he dropped to his knees before her. His head came to these elves’ shoulders as he knelt. Their eyes betrayed their concern for his size.

Dread. Rage. Guilt. He had a mix of all and he kept his eyes on her. He did not feel shame. He had chosen his side and had fallen in battle. That was honorable even if she did not think his choices wise.

Silently, Adan El'Glaive waited kneeling in chains on her pleasure.
 
Ariia had lead the attack, formed the strategy herself for defeating their enemies, not the beautiful woman was helping with arranging for the others to leave and her own small group would remain in the area, picking things from the dead, seeing If there were any survivors, and possibly trade some so they could return home.

She was a rare beauty, and despite her soft and gently features she was often more cold than the snow outside. Her hair was long and platinum silver, while her skin was a very light ash grey, showing she was a drow, her bright purple eyes looking around and giving orders to generals and speaking with others about them taking their leave for now.

After a few more hours a messenger came to her and whispered something in her ear while in a meeting and her stunning eyes narrowed at him, “Are you sure about that?” She asked softly, the messenger nodded excitedly and she merely nodded in approval, “Bring him to me.” She replied in her soft velvety voice, obviously on her spare time she sang.

Shortly after the guards and other soldiers returned with a male who stood out due to his size and appearance, and she knew exactly what he was, and what he was probably doing in the battle, but as he was brought before her she smiled, her full gorgeous lips showing how happy she was to have acquired him, already thinking of what to do with him.

Walking up to him she stopped and leaned down a little, bringing her hand to take a hold of his chin and roughly brought his head up to look at her, “Hm… he is still not completely conscious… Take him to my tent, chain him to the post, and strip him down to his under-breaches, nothing more, no shirt, shoes, nothing more than pants, a half breed slave does not need such things.” She hissed, obviously insulting him. “Then have someone come and tend to any of his wounds, I will be there shortly to question him.” She ordered, and almost instantly they lift him off the floor and drug him to her tent.

It was magically enchanted to be larger on the inside, and very warm so no heavy clothing was needed, he would even be comfortably warm in just pants as she had ordered to them. While in her other tent she relaxed a little and removed her leather armor, leaving her in a dark purple gown that clung to her figure showing off her curved form, her C bust, and curved hips. Walking to her tent she sat down on the large bed and waited for them to tend to the half elf while she lay on the very fancy and fur lined bed.
 
She came like the bitter cold of a Northern wind. Staring at his sky blue eyes. He saw her, knew her but was numb to her effects. Still struggling to rouse himself and focus on his predicament. He understood he was not dead. He was not quite as clear on how much distance there was between him and death. He had no idea how close he might get to death before he could escape. He only knew he mist try when there was a chance.

He found himself dragged and pulled thru the snow. It felt good for a few minutes but anymore and he would be undone by it's bite against his skin. He was glad for the tent even though it meant containment.

They had him on his feet with his hands stretched over his head on either side of a pole as broad as the center of his own back. A heavy chain installed. His wrists secured. That is when they took the hunting dagger and cut his clothes from him. He was left with a loin cloth. His wheat colored hair painted red in places.

His skin gathered when it was exposed to the touch of a healer. His wounds minor. The tent flap moved aside as the healer worked. He watched her enter. The purple gown that flowed over her curves as if made of living creatures rather than material.

Four stitches to the back of his head and a good cleaning of his hair and the healer left him to wait for her pleasure. She lay in the furs of the bed watching him. There was no hint in her manner what she had planned.

Adan took a slow cleansing breath and waited.
 
Watching as he was cleaned up she smiled, liking the way that they had chained him up, and once it was just the woman and him she stood up, slowly making her way over to him, a cruel smirk across her lips as she came to stand in front of him, raising her hand to gently lift his head up and force him to look at her, a kind gently look in her eyes, but she was also rather cold, despite her warm gentle touch.

Running her hand down his neck, then to his collar bone and chest she explored his body slowly, giggling to herself, "Not bad for a half bred, rather attractive if it were not for that human part of you, but that is fine, I really do not care. It looks like you were on he wrong side my sweet little slave." She teased moving in closer to look into his eyes, seeing if he was fully conscious, "What is your name? Where are you from? And what was your position as a soldier?" She asked, her voice soft, sweet, and yet firm, not really caring, she would have called him what ever she wanted.

"My name is Ariia, but from here on out you will call me mistress, is that clear?" She asked, looking up at him with a warning in her eyes that she would beat him instantly if he did not submit to her. Looking to the fire in the corner, magic of course, she saw her brand for the other slaves and smiled, knowing she would love to mark his body with her crest and make him her property.

Remaining in front of him she smiled as she looked up at him, leaning in to press her body against his, "Are you hungry? I have food if you behave I may let you have some, since I suspect you have not eaten anything in a long while." She pointed out, running a hand over his skin, being gentle at first, but that was not going to last when he came to all the way and was fully healed and aware of everything around her.

Walking back to her bed she pulled out a small metal box and inside it a leather bull whip, one she loved dearly and enjoyed making slaves scream from it, scream always got in in a strangely aroused mood, but then again she was a drow, and no doubt was just like the others, if not a little more kind than the others.
 
Adan El'Glaive felt her move in the same way he felt the wraiths move in a dark forest. The way he knew someone watched him from the shadows of a room. The way he knew there had been eleven magic heaped on that valley and cautioned his Lord to the same.

It was as though the very air he breathed made way for her. He did not wish to look. He would know too much should his eyes meet hers. It was too late for that. Her shadow rested over his body as he watched her hand move to his chin.

His head unresisting. His mind clearing of the haze. Fully aware of her but not of her intentions, his head lifted tasting her body, the curves so generously pressing against the fabric of her gown. Over her ripe breasts, the rise and fall of them with each breath. Her neck regale, slender a dusting of her skin highlighted her sensual nature.

But it was her eyes that warned him. Her eyes, beautiful to a depth he had not imagined, as an ice capped mountain valley, even in summer, she was cold.

Was he hold his breath as her finger tips stroked down his neck. As she explored, discovered his broad chest, the coarse hair that tried to trap her finger tips. His mouth open, taking shallow breaths as she spoke.

It was not the volatile word half bred, or human. He had long ago settled himself to those facts. Undeniable. He hated but she had named him rightly, half bred. It was her closeness, and he unable to reach her should he desire to bring her closer still.

She was not ugly. He thought she would lay well in his furs as he took her. But she did not offer that, nor his release. He darkened at her meaning, knowing the path of a slave was forever. There would be no release even in death for one who is owned and marked as property of a drow.

Her eyes seeking something in his. He relaxed without blinking, allowing her to seek whatever she would. The fog had lifted from his brain and his situation was coming into full view as she request his compliance. That was what questions were to a prisoner with his hands chained on either side of a pole. Requests for obedience.

He gave her no response. No obedience. He chose silence instead. If she wished information that would condemn him, let her dig for it. If she was that interested, let her loosen his tongue. If she wished to know, let her take it from him. If she could.

The name. Her name. He stiffened. She had mastered the battle strategy. She had developed the weakness, drawn his Lord in with the strikes to his vanity. She, Ariia she called herself. There were other names. Ariia, the black diamond. Ariia, the daughter of demon myrrtha. Ariia, royalty among even the high elf and drow. Her birth had been celebrated among both people, uniting one with the other in a way nothing else before could.

It was said her price, a place separate from others. Trained and scholared to the arts of many disciplines. Almost a deity if the namer was eleven kind, or demon if the namer was human. She came with a price to her enemies. A price far to high to pay.

Mistress she said. He nodded his head, refusing to speak. Refusing to give her the pleasure of hearing him surrender a piece of himself so quickly. Let her earn it, he thought.

He watched her eyes shift away from him. He followed her gaze and saw the fire. His eyes narrowed as he saw what rested deep in the magic inferno. a Brand. His chains rattle softly and he tested their strength as quietly as he could. A Brand. Not just any brand. Magic.

She spoke of food and he wanted freedom. Food tasted different when free. But she was there, in front of him. Almost touching, talking about eating. His skin gathered where she stroked gently. He took a deeper breath his chest pressing against her finger tips to feel more of her warm touch.

She was not ugly after all. Not hard on the eyes to look upon. She would probably gasp and sigh under him as he took her, should he get the chance. He thought she would well please him.

But his thoughts and her touch did not last. She stepped away. He sighed deeply. Relief? Lust? He wasn’t sure. He only knew he sighed and the deep intake of breath was welcome. Cleared his head fully and he looked up in her direction as he heard the sound of metal scraping metal.

His eyes focused on her then on the metal box. He watched as she reached in and retrieved what waited for her. His eyes widened as he saw it.

There was no secret about it’s purpose. How well it could perform it’s duty in the hand of someone with skill.

He leaned hard against the pole that held him open to her pleasure. His hands gripping the chains at his wrists. He pulled down slowly trying to break free without her noticing his efforts. He struggled against them, against the pole.

If the whip bite his flesh enough....

He pushed the thought aside and worked the chains above his head. But he felt her moving again.
 
The_Fifth_Master said:
Adan El'Glaive felt her move in the same way he felt the wraiths move in a dark forest. The way he knew someone watched him from the shadows of a room. The way he knew there had been eleven magic heaped on that valley and cautioned his Lord to the same.

It was as though the very air he breathed made way for her. He did not wish to look. He would know too much should his eyes meet hers. It was too late for that. Her shadow rested over his body as he watched her hand move to his chin.

His head unresisting. His mind clearing of the haze. Fully aware of her but not of her intentions, his head lifted tasting her body, the curves so generously pressing against the fabric of her gown. Over her ripe breasts, the rise and fall of them with each breath. Her neck regale, slender a dusting of her skin highlighted her sensual nature.

But it was her eyes that warned him. Her eyes, beautiful to a depth he had not imagined, as an ice capped mountain valley, even in summer, she was cold.

Was he hold his breath as her finger tips stroked down his neck. As she explored, discovered his broad chest, the coarse hair that tried to trap her finger tips. His mouth open, taking shallow breaths as she spoke.

It was not the volatile word half bred, or human. He had long ago settled himself to those facts. Undeniable. He hated but she had named him rightly, half bred. It was her closeness, and he unable to reach her should he desire to bring her closer still.

She was not ugly. He thought she would lay well in his furs as he took her. But she did not offer that, nor his release. He darkened at her meaning, knowing the path of a slave was forever. There would be no release even in death for one who is owned and marked as property of a drow.

Her eyes seeking something in his. He relaxed without blinking, allowing her to seek whatever she would. The fog had lifted from his brain and his situation was coming into full view as she request his compliance. That was what questions were to a prisoner with his hands chained on either side of a pole. Requests for obedience.

He gave her no response. No obedience. He chose silence instead. If she wished information that would condemn him, let her dig for it. If she was that interested, let her loosen his tongue. If she wished to know, let her take it from him. If she could.

The name. Her name. He stiffened. She had mastered the battle strategy. She had developed the weakness, drawn his Lord in with the strikes to his vanity. She, Ariia she called herself. There were other names. Ariia, the black diamond. Ariia, the daughter of demon myrrtha. Ariia, royalty among even the high elf and drow. Her birth had been celebrated among both people, uniting one with the other in a way nothing else before could.

It was said her price, a place separate from others. Trained and scholared to the arts of many disciplines. Almost a deity if the namer was eleven kind, or demon if the namer was human. She came with a price to her enemies. A price far to high to pay.

Mistress she said. He nodded his head, refusing to speak. Refusing to give her the pleasure of hearing him surrender a piece of himself so quickly. Let her earn it, he thought.

He watched her eyes shift away from him. He followed her gaze and saw the fire. His eyes narrowed as he saw what rested deep in the magic inferno. a Brand. His chains rattle softly and he tested their strength as quietly as he could. A Brand. Not just any brand. Magic.

She spoke of food and he wanted freedom. Food tasted different when free. But she was there, in front of him. Almost touching, talking about eating. His skin gathered where she stroked gently. He took a deeper breath his chest pressing against her finger tips to feel more of her warm touch.

She was not ugly after all. Not hard on the eyes to look upon. She would probably gasp and sigh under him as he took her, should he get the chance. He thought she would well please him.

But his thoughts and her touch did not last. She stepped away. He sighed deeply. Relief? Lust? He wasn’t sure. He only knew he sighed and the deep intake of breath was welcome. Cleared his head fully and he looked up in her direction as he heard the sound of metal scraping metal.

His eyes focused on her then on the metal box. He watched as she reached in and retrieved what waited for her. His eyes widened as he saw it.

There was no secret about it’s purpose. How well it could perform it’s duty in the hand of someone with skill.

He leaned hard against the pole that held him open to her pleasure. His hands gripping the chains at his wrists. He pulled down slowly trying to break free without her noticing his efforts. He struggled against them, against the pole.

If the whip bite his flesh enough....

He pushed the thought aside and worked the chains above his head. But he felt her moving again.
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Watching him she knew he instantly found out who he was, and a slight smile came across her lips, watching as her ears caught the sound of his struggles and she looked over at him, seeing he had looked at the brand she had already planned to use it, but he had not given her his name, so she would whip it out of him.

Returning she stopped, just behind him and have a soft sigh, leaning against his shoulder, her hair draping over his arm as she spoke, “For someone in such a bad situation you are rather calm, and bold for looking at your higher up, but I asked you a question slave, now answer me or I will beat it out of you, I have weeks, so be as difficult as you want, it will not help you to fight me.” She cooed in his ear, leaning in she licked his earlobe teasingly, having been a long time since she had a male last, and teasing him was part of getting him to break down for her. Gently she nipped the ear she licked and slowly moved so gracefully around to stand in front of him, her body pressed against his now.

“You she find this as privilege, you have looked at me, and even gotten to feel my body, many men would love to be in your position.” She teased. Taking a few steps back she let her soft sweet scent of vanilla and honey linger before carefully warning up her arm, readying her whip which was cold and not very flexable, so she had to break in the leather before starting on him.

For starters she figured she would humiliate him a little and remove the loincloth since he had not answered her, and she had much spare clothing so she could give him another to wear. So her first lash of the whip did not hit him, but instead the wind from the strike cut off one side of the cloth, and with a slight twist of the wrist she sliced through the other side, looking at his now completely naked form, and over his member hanging between his legs.

Bringing her eyes back up she debated where to strike next, and gently relaxed while rolling her neck to loosen up, then once again her hand rose and with a skilful twist of the wrist she caught him across the left side of his chest over his heart, then the other side, taking a moment to let the red welts show she started again, striking his stomach and then both of his thighs, one by one, watching the welts as they began to show on his skin, she merely laughed as she looked up at him, “What is your name slave?” She asked again, readying her whip for the next assault, while the iron in the fire began to turn red then white, so close to time to brand him.

Walking back over she inspected the marks she left on him, and even slowly ran her fingers over them, pressing her body to his again, “So where would you like my mark left on you? Your heart?” She asked, training her hand down to rest there, “Maybe your stomach?” She questioned while her hand slid down to above his belly button, “Or maybe just above your member and have you walk around naked for all to see?” She threatened, debating where to place it even though she knew where she wanted it to go.
 
Different than Adan expected. Her coming to him, to gloat, to threaten, he expect that but this.

He didn't expect this. Not at his back. Not as he hung from the pole and he felt her breasts against his back. Nor the hair. That beautiful platinum hair. He had felt nothing as soft against his skin as fine. Nothing.

And when she spoke it wasn't harsh. It was in a way that disarmed him. All his defenses seemed useless, not from what she said. He believed she would take him to task but how she said it. There was no anger. As thought she wanted something else from him.

She punctuated her promise. Her hot breath against his ear and he put his head back almost tilting in that direction to encourage her attention. And attention it did encourage. She gave more promise to him her body doing all the talking.

Brushing against his coarse weather flesh. He was panting shallow breaths and trying to think as she spoke. As she touched. Oh, oh she touched. Did she bring herself wholly to press against his. Stirring him in a way a whip could not.

Her vanilla and honey trailing as she went. A reminder of her promise. A reminder of the hell he was chained to as he denied it, and her. Or tried.

Her promise was more than just her soft body. He watched the winter brewing in her eyes. The cold calculating whip. Expertly unfurled that great striker of flesh. He respected it and the arm that knew how to use it with skill.

He watched her eyes. Her eyes told him where and when she would strike. His body tensed as he saw her arm snap and the whip lunge. He almost grimaced but the strike fell short and he thought she had missed. Until he felt that slight rustle and the drift of the ties as one side of his loin cloth fell from his hip.

There was just enough time to realize what she had done before the crack of the whip came to his other. He thought surely she would strike him but the tie at his hip broke loose and the loin cloth fell to the floor at his feet.

Her eyes. He watched her eyes as they brushed down his body. His exposed man flesh fully visible for her pleasure. He was proportional even there. Big hands, big feet, a big man. Now semi erect with the warming of his ear and the touch of her body against his.

Small things to be sure but it lit the pulse in his veins like nothing he had felt before. He had little time to do much but warm further under her gaze.

With a tilt of her head she lashed out. The bite caught him true across his chest and before he could do more than bark she laid a strike to his other side.
She had begun in earnest. She drew back and set it to his flesh at her command. It struck true and claimed a part of his skin with each descent. Marking it for her to see her great work.

Helpless to stop her. Helpless to defend himself. His body vulnerable and exposed no matter how he twisted from her strikes as though he allowed this for himself.

Both his washboard stomach and his barrel sized thighs were marked in thin red welts when she stopped. He was clutching the chain and panting.

Adding to his humiliation, his shaft betrayed him even more. Swelling with each new strike of her whip.

Her laughter drowned out all else and he hated her.

Did she see? Did she notice? Was that why she was laughing.

She didn't give him time to think. She came to him. She was touching him. Touching his welts and he hissed thru his teeth as she pressed in the pain.

Her body came to him again. His arms moved back more, his chest deeper, expanding for her. In spite of himself he was warming.

Her hand, worse than the whip. Those finger pressing gliding down the sweat of his fur covered torso. Resting there as she spoke. So close without touching. His cock jerked in a salute and he closed his eyes in humiliation.

Branding him. Branding him there. He locked his jaws tight unwilling to give her the satisfaction of his horror at the thought of a brand or worse. The scarification he had heard about. Ribbing a man's shaft to provide three circular ridges below his cock head for a woman's pleasure as she impaled herself.

His eyes flew open, seeking hers to look deep in them. Was this also what she planned? It could not be. Not even she could break a man so. Humiliation yes, but to break him completely to her will.

He could no longer swallow. His mouth suddenly dry as desert sand.
 
Ariia was quite skilled at everything she did, but breaking slaves to her will was her most favorite thing to do, and this male had not given in so it brought her to want to test him a little more. As she whipped him she noticed he became hard and made note to comment on it as she leaned her body against his.

Ariia’s chest pressing to his own, her bust able to be felt through the gown and she brought her legs around his left on, straddling it with her own, pressing her entire body against him. “So Slave, are you going to tell me what I want or will I have to start branding you, I know there are many brands I can bring to put on your massive member to bring myself more pleasure, even pierce it and put a ring through it as a bull would and lead you around by it my dear little pet. Would you like that? Now tell me your name, and I may spare you that pain, but if you do not then I will start from your nipples, piercing them, then work my way down to your hardened cock,” She whispered in his ear.

Giving a teasing lick while she grinded against his leg, giving him another small taste, wearing nothing under her dress she moved to stand between his legs and lift her dress up a little, grinding her bare hairless womanhood against his hard member, teasing to let him know what he could have if he gave in, but she stopped shortly after and moved to pick up the brand.

Slowly the mistress brought it over, looking up at him she smiled and tilted her head a little as her hand gently took hold of his cock and pulled it down to give her access to the area just above his cock, “Lets mark you as mine, then we can talk about other things I am going to do to you, and feel free to scream.” She told him softly and proceeded to gently put the white iron against his skin, and pulled it away a second later leaving a very painful looking burn and the skin showing her family crest.

Smirking she nodded and brought her hand up, healing the area so it looked as though it had scared over many years ago, showing the family crest of hers and claiming him as hers. “There, much better.” She chimed softly.

Standing looking at his cock an evil smile came across her lips, “So, do you want those piercings and those rings around your cock, or will you obey me?” She asked, obviously ready to do as he had thought, knowing she could scar his cock and make it ribbed for herself later, and to pierce him would humiliate him later if she decided to lead him around by it naked.

She slowly brought the hot iron back to his member and brought it so close he would feel the heat of it against his flesh, her beautiful eyes remaining on him constantly, showing a slight entertainment and pleasure in doing this to him.

She did of course plan to use him and give him release, but not after having fun torturing him. Teasingly she slide her hand up and down his cock, stroking him ever so gently with a feathery touch and leaned in to kiss the crest she had just burnt into him, licking over it, knowing it would send a strange sensation through him.
 
Adan saw a second glance from her. She came to him and pressed against him. His coarse chest hair scraping her nipples under the fabric of her gown had him taking shallow breaths. She moved against him slowly, her body sending messages he could do nothing about.

He tried to keep his face a mask but he could not. He wore surprise as she rode his thigh. His leg tensing offering hard muscle for her soft flesh to scratch against. His body no stranger to the heat of desire from someone else move in a slow building rhythm as though by their very nature it was his desire as well.

He denied it. Shut it from his mind as best he could. But his cock grew bolder. Swelling as she spoke of her pleasure and his pain.

He could not give her his name and she would know a lie before it left his lips. His name was tied to his Lord as surely as if he were a son. He was the Lord's second. Confident and aide.

With his name she would attempt to discover all that he knew. He knew much. He knew too much. He knew that which was not known but to the Lord. Adan was privy such knowledge and it was the discovery of the Book of Secrets which must be kept from the Eleven at all costs.

Even ....... this hell he found himself in.

He remained silent. It was his only weapon for now. He'd find others. But he was sweating when she suggested piercings. Then the rings. The ribbings for woman's pleasure.

Her voice in his ear telling him all manner of what she would do to him. He looked down to hide the wild look in his eyes as the fear grew. As the doubt grew that she might break him. His body went cold but his cock sprang to attention.

Of but the closeness of her body against his. Her wicked tongue as she left a welcome line of glistening damp down his thigh. And then she came to him in her fullness. Bare, and stroked her maiden hood against a throbbing cock that jerked with lust.

His first sound. A deep rumbling groan from his chest. His hips rocked slightly across her hot damp desire. She was that close. A thrust and he would have speared her and taken her as his own. So close. So warm and ready for his use. It was his iron will that held fast and only just barely.

She must have known somehow. She must have guessed. Surely it was luck that she reached for the heated brand.

He stiffened. His arms pulling on the chains that held his hands at the wrists. She came gliding towards him. Smiling. He thought certainly his chest. Or perhaps the thigh she had so carefully lined with her desire. She would brand his chest for all to see.

But her hand did not lay upon his chest. She took instead his cock. His hard shaft in her soft small hand. Pulling it down as he watched in terror. Unable to move afraid she would scar his manhood. Scream. She permitted a scream from him.

As the heat seared his flesh in agony he bellowed. His head full back and his hands griping and ungripping the chains that held him open for her to do such as this. To mark his flesh hers.

He hung for a moment. His legs like strands of leather as he caught his breath and shook the pain from his thoughts. Her hands came to him then. Soft and tender. They came and sealed the wounds allowing the scars age without killing him.

It bedeviled him. She bedeviled him. Was she fiend or friend. His mind whirl as she spoke again of the piercing and the rings.

He shook his head no when she asked if he would obey her. Yet he wanted to but he could not betray his people. He could not betray his Lord. He could not betray those that trusted him, or thought him safely dead.

He lifted his eyes to her and saw her standing looking at his cock as many women had done before. This time it was different. This time Ariia the black diamond had a smile that snake wore before they bite a man with their poison kiss.

He shuddered at the thought of the piercings. The ribbing. The humiliation a display would bring. How she might use that to taunt him. How men would laugh as such a fellow as he head and shoulders above tall me could be led on a ring by this tiny woman.

He could not obey her. Whatever came of this he could not. His eyes widened when she brought the iron to his shaft. To his cock that flag poled and dripped pre-cum with her abuse. The betrayer and she would mark that very member with that white hot iron.

He struggled to escape the heat. The scorching of his cock flesh. The chains held. The damn chains held. Yet she came closer still. And slowly bring that glowing orb to him.

Her reflection in the heat. Her eyes on his and he stiffened. His cock so hard his groin ached. Her eyes a mix of teasing and pleasure. She was enjoying his. His hand gripping his member as best she could. Stroking along his silky length. Teasing with the lightest of touches as he watched her lean and kiss the mark she placed upon his flesh.

But it was the attention of her tongue that had his hips rocking into her hand. He growled and cursed. His head thrashing back and forth. And before he lost all manner of his nerve. Before he lost the last of his courage. Before he became another trophy to add to her collection.

Before he surrendered, his face grew dark, allow rage to take over. His arms bulging as he jerked on the chains that held him.

His look piercing as he met her gaze, and barked his answer to her.

"Do your worst!!"
 
She was rather gentle and even caressed his skin to assure him she would heal anything she injured so it could be used on him, but his moans, and screams were music to her ears. Closing her eyes could took in the sounds from him. But as he fought the chains and yelled for her to do her worst she nodded slowly, saying one word that sounded so sweet, but laced with poison, “Gladly.”

And with that she started her defilement of his flesh, making him her personal property. Starting with the branding since that would hurt the most and quickly and skill fully burnt the rings around his member and with her hand healed it, making them as she wanted them. Looking at her handy work she stood up and looked at her slave, “Only the other piercings to go, then I will put a ring through that impressive member and lead you around like my little bitch naked to teach you not to disobey me.” She replied, leaning in she took a hold of his chin and leaned in, kissing him on the lips, forcefully, taking what she wanted, showing her dominance over him while her soft lips stole that kiss from him.

Turning away she got a needle and brought it through the fire to sterilize it, then walking back over to him she leaned down and brought her mouth to kiss his nipple, and then lick gently before giving a sharp nip to make it hard, and once hard she used that opportunity to pierce through the nipple with the needle, and once removed she put in a small hoop ring into his nipple and with her soft hand healed it as she did with the others.

Then she did the other nipple just the same and put a ring through it, not caring if he was screaming, or groaning, or even insulting her, she was far too focused on what she was doing, and once done, she brought the needle down ant to the tip of his member, right where she wanted to put the cock ring through, “As I said before, feel free to scream slave.” She muttered softly before the needle went straight through.

She waited for a few seconds before removing the needle and putting in the ring. Taking a step back she looked him over and smiled, bring her hand to the head of his member to heal it so it would not hurt for long, “So… what do you think of your new accessories? I think they are very befitting of a halfbreed slave like you, now tell me your name, and I might just reward you.” She cooed to him, still having a little fun tormenting him with touches and caresses on his body.

This time she moved and turned around so her back was against his chest and she leaned against him and pressed her firm ass against his now pierced cock, giving a soft sigh, imagining all the things she was going to use him for.

Her hands slowly moved up and wrapped around his shoulders while her long silky hair flowed over his chest and teased his nipple rings while she grinded her hips against his own. She had the moves of a dancer, and obviously loved playing with her slaves more than anything, and he was just what she had wanted, a halfbreed to hurt and pleasure her, knowing he was better hung than any man in camp.

Turning around to look up at him in the eyes she leaned forward, kissing him again, knowing of her own ways to break him down, forcing another kiss on her but this time she was a little more gentle while her hands explored his newly pierced body, giving a gently tug to his nipple rings before her right hand moved down to give a careful tug at the ring down there, even caress the tip before taking a hold of the ring and attaching it to a leash she had sitting nearby.

“Now I am going to release you and you are going to follow me to my bed where you will be chained down, if you try to fight me, I promise you this ring will be ripped out, so obey and just follow me to my bed so I may get to know you better.” She told him softly, holding the leash tightly as she moved her hands to take him off the pillar, being so soft with him as she unchained his shackles from the posts chain.
Slowly she would lead him to her bed, his legs would be chained spread apart to the bed post to keep him from hurting her, and which point she would remove the leash and straddle him, and even proceed to remove her gown and show him what reward he would receive, being her beautiful slender, and flawless body.

“So what is your name slave, your position really does not matter, this is my post and once we leave I will return home, no other humans are of concern to me.” She assured him softly as she slowly worked her way down to where her slit met his member, rubbing her soaking wet pussy against his own member in pleasure, giving a soft moan, clearly excited from hurting him as well as his new marks and piercings.
 
Her touch was gentle. It was in complete contrast to what pain she rained down on him. The way she moved to each strike. Each sound she evoked from him. How she seemed to glow with it. As though she enjoyed her work. Enjoyed his agonies.

Adan ElGlaive shuddered at the thought. The price he would pay was far worse for it. But he held to his resolve. In silence he faced her. Giving her nothing she could use against any later. Let it be said that Adan ElGlaive was stoic to the end.

Gladly, as if she had wanted to hear nothing else. She seemed to catch her breath for a moment and that could not be good.

A moment later he learned how right he was. She kept looking at him with that secret glance. He struggled in his chains to free himself while she was musing but it did him no good.

He watched her come with the brand. Her hand soon on his stiff cock again. This time there was no hesitation.

His man flesh erupting in a flaming inferno. He screamed wildly. He growled and cursed. The world of the tent blackened momentarily but somehow he could not escape the pain nor her eyes. She simply gave him that secret smile and applied the brand again.

His knees buckled as she healed his flesh. The memory alive and searing deep in his mind. The scaring healed and waiting for her pleasure. He was gulping air staring.

His shaft wore rings below his throbbing wet cock head. The rings each raised the flesh thickening it as a bump which encircled his manhood several times and spaced evenly. His shaft was throbbing with the change she caused.

He gulped air. His sides heaving. He tried to get to his feet as she spoke about the hated piercings. Her plans for him. Her use. Her pleasure. His humiliation and shame.

She was not finished taunting. Her hand to his chin ensuring he learned what she had planned before she committed him to it. His price for disobedience. She took his lips, capturing them. Taking from his mouth with her tongue. He could not resist her.

He hated her. She was winning. He felt her push off. Her sweet tongue, soft lips against his gone. He was left without his pride, without his dignity to hang for her pleasure.

He almost feared her. And maybe he should have. For when she turned and he beheld what she proposed. He fought those chains. Growled and cursed her. Tried to back from her. Tried to escape.

But she came. Her mouth came and her tongue came. She came with a vengeance. She came bringing hell again to his body in the softest of touches. He hated that the most. He pressed his chest to her mouth for her attention. Knowing what was coming his body did not care. His back bowed to her mouth and his barrel chest surged forward welcoming her perversity.

He gasp as she nipped him. He groaned with the pleasure of it. His tit hardening for her use. She came then, with the sharpest of needles and pierced him. But worst still she caught him in the middle of a groan. He could only writhe with her stabbing pain. Not once but twice on that sore tit.

When she eyed the other he shook his head no violently. It did not good. He cried out but it was more of a groan. Her healing was magic that cause the ghosts of pain on his flesh and he began to despair.

He should have learned. He should have understood. Instead he was feeling her. Was there this place in him that begged for the pain she had to offer. Was there within him such a one craving that. He turned his mind from that path but she found him musing and he groaned for her once more as she stabbed his tit flesh.

His ears burned with the shame of it. Giving himself in such pieces for her use. He focused again when her hand claimed his shaft .

Her words causing such a fear as he bellowed and fought the chains. But they were stronger than he imagined. He could move slightly and no more. He tried twisting and yet he body moved very little until she commanded him to screamed. The stabbing pain when to his heart and pierced him.

For good reason he howled in pain and rode up on his heels. His knees turned leathery and he collapsed to hang on the chains. Her hands skillfully punishing him and twice again his manhood was violenced in ways that left his head hanging when she was finished.

Healed quickly but the memory of pain linger as she taunted him. Cooeing and tormenting each new ring in turn. Each time she touched he groaned in pleasure and pain. It was not enough for her.

He felt her brush against his sore body. Her back to his chest as she leaned and he leaned against her. He hated his soul but he wanted her touch. Her soft painful touch. He wanted her touch where ever she pleased. And she pleased herself with the feel of his tit rings. Her hand to his sore done cock and she gave her approval in a sigh of appreciation.

He groaned from her contact. His hips rocked gently for more of what she could provide. Did he want what she could do. Did he want her to break him to her will. He did not know. He only knew the feeling was so intense he could not get enough.

Hands. Her hands. Soft hand encouraging, touched him. Hands that came to his shoulders as her hair draped across his chest in silk waves. He groaned at her attention to his new rings. He moved against her not caring of how much he could take. There was pain that mixed and had him gulping shallow breaths again. Breaths he wanted to take against her.

He thought that was all she would offer. He was wrong. So very wrong.

She turned her face up to him. Lifting for him. Sweet delicious lips. Lips he pressed against his own. Giving her his mouth when she came to claim him. He could not ignore her touch with that kiss. Her tenderness. Her need speaking from her finger tips. Stroking his excitement as the rings cause more sensation than he had know before.

Even the leash in her hand as she moved from him to sit. He stared at her. He hung on the chains wearing her rings and her brand, his cock ribbed for her pleasure and his shame as she held a leash and he watched her, wanting her all the more.

His hands over his head now free and useless. Burning as the blood rushed back into them. Her leash a constant reminder of new position he moved as she directed. Albeit slowly and to the bed.

She brought him to lay on his back for her. In moments she had him restrained. He could no longer struggle. He resisted her attentions as best he could but did not struggle.

She came to him when she chose. When she was ready. His man hood fully erect and throbbing for her. And yet she hovered that glistening body above him.

Slender flawless and waiting for him. He felt her wet hunger there. He lifted his hips but each time she held herself from him. He growled and curse as she refused him.

Her words did not win the day. It was her soft moan as she brushed her wanton flesh against his cock head. He joined her in a groan.
His head back as he tried get more, accepting what she gave him and hating her for wanting, for needing.

“Please...” He mumbled, “Adan.....”
 
For a long time she tortured others and so her hands, while being rough and rather cruel, were also so soft to the touch that she knew it often weakened men when she broke them in for her pleasure. But this half breed had betrayed the elves and so she gave him special attention when torturing and breaking him down to a submissive sex toy.

His cries of pain did not fall on deaf ears, she merely enjoyed it, finding pleasure in his screams, groans, and moans, all of it telling her that she was doing this correctly, but what she found odd was this man seemed to stay hard for her even after torturing him, and she wondered if he had a masochistic side to him, or if he was unable to control it, or maybe a little of both.

Shaking it off her hands wandered his body, her hips bucking in a teasing motion so she soaked his member with her juices, but waited till she had her fill of his body, and twist him around her finger even more with the mix of pain and pleasure.

Leaning in she licked at his earlobe, slowly and gently, but remembering his reaction from before she slid her tongue up his ear to the tip where it came to a point on and elf and sucked softly on it before giving a soft nip to it, wanting him to moan and beg for what she had and was offering if he submitted.

Playing with his nipple piercings she gave a hard tug, knowing it would sting a little, but also feel good as well, but not enough to damage him. “I know you find all of these humiliating, but think of it this way, when walking next to me you should hold your head up high, many men wish they could have me, and would be jealous of the position you are in, despite the pain, these are used for my pleasure, as well as yours.” She whispered to him and glided her lips to his own, sharing a gentle kiss with him, her hot tongue invading his mouth as she ran a hand through his hair and looked at his ears, wondering if she should pierce them as well.

But she thought better to leave that for later. She was so soft and caring with his body as she stroked her wet womanhood against his hard shaft, knowing he did not want to hold out longer, but she would make him, wanting him to give in, to beg and plead for her to use him, but what she wanted for now was his name.

Feeling him thrusting against her told her that he might not hold out much longer and soon she heard what she wanted and looked at him, smiling widely, “That’s a good slave, now I know who you are, but as I said before, it does not matter to me, and you would never be allowed back to that life after what I have done to you, so obey me and you will find you will enjoy my company, and so many other things greatly, but only if you behave and obey your mistress.” She said sweetly, her hand sliding up to caress his cheek, leaning in she gave him another kiss, but this one was possessive, reminding him she was in charge and he was hers.

Her hand finally reached down to stand his cock upright and hovered her glistening womanhood over his member, teasing him by sliding the head against her slit. “I know you are hard and in need of release so beg me and I will give you what you want.” She told him softly, baiting him with the offer.
 
Her hands were soft and cruel as she used them against his defenses. He had bellowed and cursed at the pain she brought to him. His stubbornness rewarded as she promised. And yet he moaned. How could this be. Her torture a brutal and yet it was as thought he needed her hellish delight.

He denied it. His mind reeling. He focused instead on her hands that took pleasure from his body. But her hips came instead with her sweet nectar and heat. He thrashed his head from side to side.

Holding back a moan, he knew it would be his undoing, “Nooo!”

She was simply setting herself upon him. Engaging in full combat in a way he had no ability to fight. He was learning and struggling against the jolts of energy that surged thru his body with every touch. Her mouth on his sensitive ear tips.

“Demons and Kings!!” He bellowed and arched as she suckled the arousal from him there.

He prayed silently she did not wish rings on him there. But his cock jerked with the images of a chariot he pulled. His body naked in harness, his cock ring chained to it’s livery and in her hands, as the throngs greeted the victorious Ariia upon her return. He closed his eyes and cursed loudly at the torment of such humiliation.

She pulled his mind back to the pleasure she brought to his body. Her fingers tugging his nipple rings. It was a mixture pain and pleasure. It surged thru his veins and set him on fire. He panted watching her abuse.

Her words were not comforting. She knew this. More humiliation. She was enjoying reminding him her ownership, of his defeat. Her pleasure. His pleasure would be the situation reversed. But her kiss brought out the savage of him, and her hot tongue took what she wanted. Her hand thru his hair as she captured his mouth with hers muting his moan of pleasure.

With the groan came humiliation, shame for giving in to her, to his weakness. He gave into her tenderness as she spread her desire along the full length of his rock hard shaft.

And he wanted. Gods and Kings curses his stallion pawed for her wet womanhood. His hips lifting to catch her, to impale himself inside her but she was too certain and he too secure for that instant release.

He had committed his first transgression. He had given her his name and asked. She met it with praise which shamed him, a dog, hers to lead or used as she wished. But never free. Only allowed to obey. Her hand came then, gentle and caring to wash away the lines of self hate against his cheek. Her lips came shortly, taking from him, reminding him of his place beneath her on her bed and in her collar.

Oh but her hand came to grip his weapon. That barrel poised and ready for her. Stroking his cock head against her wet need. He shuddered with the tension that bloated his loins and had his shaft engorged.

But she asked a price he refused yet to pay. And the promise of the agony she would bring upon him much like earlier had his cock jerk in her hand.

He was sweating and struggling in the restraints as he tried to lift up and take her without her permission.

“Break me if you can witch!” He growled as his heart beat raced thru his body and he stirred to his core with lust for her.
 
Watching him struggle told her that she was in the right direction of breaking him down and she was loving every moment of it, teasing and testing him as she grinded against him, but hearing his protest of not wanting her to tease she merely shook it off and continued, not listening to him as she rubbed his pierced head against her slit, teasing by just barely having it enter her to the tip then pulling him out of her.

Feeling him arch against her body brought a smirk to her lips and she could not help but lean down to whisper into his sensitive ear, “If I didn’t know any better I would say you’re beginning to enjoy this, my little slave.” She said softly before her tongue trailed across his ear again giving a harsh nip, wanting him to moan and squirm against her again his moans and screams so intoxicating that she wanted to hear him again.

Feeling him thrust up against her will she looked down at him, a look of disapproval on her face as she looked up at him, shaking her head slowly as she brought a hand to his throat to keep him pinned to the bed, not applying much force as she spoke in a dangerously calm voice, “You did not beg me for that so you will be punished for that, and just when I was planning on rewarding you for obeying… what a bad little slave. I guess I will just have to break you like a proper little bitch.” She said as she bring a hand to run across his ear, thinking of how many piercings she wanted in his ear, knowing she could put many in, but figured she would make a game of it later.

She brought her hands to his hips and forced him to lay there, holding his hips in place as she slowly slide herself onto him, moaning softly as she felt him filling her up running a hand through her long beautiful silver hair, “Mmmm…. It feels so good… not many men have a member as large as yours, it is a rare thing that I find a male who can satisfy my needs, but I am pretty sure you will do for now, and if you behave I may even reward you later after your punishment, but for now I want nothing more than to hear you moans, screams, and even pleading, but nothing more than that, insults will only get you a beating with my whips…” She warned him as she leaned in.

Her instant heat and want to have release taking hold as she leaned in and force a kiss on him, while her hips impaled herself on his hardened cock, being rather forceful as she rode him, and kissed her slave, taking what she wanted and what was now hers, and she would make him learn that he was hers now, and would be till she tired of him or gave him to be a fuck toy to another mistress, or master who might fancy a half-breed to use in other ways. The thought bringing a smirk to her lips as she rode him, moaning in pleasure.
 
He feels her soft slit nestle against his stiff fevered cock head. He jerks the chains that holds him. Keeping him from moving but a few inches. He takes advantage of what he can. Grunting with every other breath.

She straddles him. Her body warm and soft. Damning him to want. He struggles to moves from her, and then into her. His mind split as she calls his body to feel all that she will offer. He fights afraid of the addiction she can become. The animal she could make of him. The breaking and taming of him to her touch.

He has seen such a slave. Despised them. Unfortunates, and in their eyes he could see a reflection of his own. Her hands at his head. Her voice promising. His cock throbbing with ready heat for her use while he fought to maintain the resistance.

Yet she brought her body to him as she bit his ear again. He groaned in pleasure, giving himself away. Offering her another weakness.

She rode him to his hilt and he struggled in the chains to thrust into her. His hips pinned. Her hand on his throat she was in complete control.

Her lips covered his, captured his. Took as her body took. She was tight. He had never had a woman take him so well, so deep and so tight. But she had promised punishment. She spoke of many thing he did not hear for the blood pounding in his ears.

The rings on his cock head agony as she scraped down him. He growled and cursed which turned into groans of pleasure. He held back. He bit his lip to keep from doing more than groan until the last.

His legs tensed. He tried thrusting. Tried striking into. He was writhing under. His mouth opened and he bellowed. He begged her. He fought the chains and strained until they rattled yet held as he arched and bucked.

Anything for release. He begged her. He screamed in agony as the new ring pulled forcing his engorged head to attend to her core. His back bowed and he bellowed in resignation.

"PPPppplllllllleeeeeasesssssee MMISSTtteeesss!!!"
 
Seeing his reaction was exactly what she wanted, and the more he moaned and groaned out of forced pleasure she knew he would give in for pleasure, the body often gave in before the mind did, and she knew this after breaking many slaves like this, all of them seemed to be unable to keep their spirit, and she hoped this one would be different, able to still keep some of his spirit as she used him, what she was looking for was far more than just a fuck toy, but he did not need to know that, not yet.

As he fought the chains she smiled and sped up her hips, pounding away at his shaft buried within her tight, warm, and soft hole. She smirked, hearing him finally call her mistress and of course right away she praised him, leaning in to lick and suck on the tip of his ear, her bright beautiful eyes looking to him for a reaction seeing what effect it had on him.

“You may be a half-breed, but you still as just as sensitive as any male of the elven kind when it comes to your ears.” She told him softly before her fingers came up to pinch and tweak his nipple rings wanting to make him moan and even scream for her.

When he called her mistress she knew she was beginning to break him down little by little, but this would not be enough, she knew men were prideful and so she would be cautious. Looking to the chain hanging from the top metal bar of her canopy bed, and proceeded to chain that long link of chain to this collar giving him very little movement for when she released him. Attaching the chain she locked it in place and looked to him, her body moving slowly while speaking to him.

“I will make you an offer pet, if you swear you will behave I will release you from the chains and allow you to move a little so you may enjoy this much more, and even touch me, but if you try anything I can assure you everyone in this camp will kill you before you can ever get the lock off of that collar and chain, so promise your mistress you will behave and I will free your feet and arms.” She offered, leaning in to lick and nip at his pierced nipple teasingly.

“Now beg me before I change my mind and use you until I get release then leave you here without the ability to get off.” She warned him, pulling at his nipple piercings with her teeth softly before letting go and starting to move her hips again, impaling herself on his cock over and over again, taking him all the way into her.
 
He hated himself for giving her the satisfaction. It was his weakness. He would have to find his strength. But she was the devil. Her hunger ravenous. He had no defense against it. And she knew. Her mouth and her fingers knew and came to his ear tip.

His head back and chest opened. He turned his head offering her his ear and his neck for her pleasure, all the while mumbling curses. He groaned as she bite and tugged his ringed nipple. He pressed his flesh to offer her more.

Her voice speaking the hidden truth as she tugged the hell that was his nipple rings. His cock throbbed with readiness. His hips jerked beneath her. He groaned between clinched teeth. Wanting and needing but the price was too high. His soul was his alone.

He groaned in pleasure as she moved against him while she worked.

When he focused again she was moving chain. The heavy chain attaching it to him. He furrowed a brow unable to think past escape but unwilling to move her off him to attempt a bolt from the bed even thought she had not released him at all.

And of all things. She was his undoing. Her offer. Civilized. Deceptively simple. Hellishly evil. Her bites and tugs on his tit rings had him growling. Frustration and rage as she planted her heat along his full length.

He shook his head closing his eyes for a moment. He choked out a reply in frustration and need as she rode down on him. He fought the chains and grunted as the ring on his cock head tugged and pulled.

"I want you! I would take you and fill you with my seed, but cannot behave. It is not within me while freedom is so close. Pet NO!"

He struggled in the chains to strike up inside her. To find enough friction to give her so that he too could release. But he knew the Beast of him. The animal that lurked and raged, the savage primal animal was there waiting and want her even more.

But it was a Beast not a pet that loomed from him. Not a toy a weapon that once conquer would kill on command without the slightest hesitation in the right hands. Perhaps in her hands.
 
She wanted him to beg, and in due time she would make him beg for what he wanted even more sweetly till all he could think about was pleasing her and warming her bed as a reward, but until then she would have her fun toying with him, and his body.

Tisking him she kissed him on the lips softly shaking her head, “What a bad pet, I was thinking of letting your punishment slide, but I suppose I cannot be seen as soft, so tell me, what would you think about both your ears pierced as your nipples and cock have been? It would make it so much more entertaining to bite and pull at them as well as your nipples and fuck you relentlessly till you are a good obedient servant to your mistress.” She taunted him as she rode him again, her hands moving to push his hips down, giving him very little room to move or thrust against her.

She knew he had great strength, and would probably be the most difficult slave to break yet, and wondered how long it would take, and as she thought about it she already could feel herself so close to her release, moaning as she pumped him in and out of her, looking down at him, “I…I will give you one more chance to be free of these and to have me as an equal this once Adan, swear you will not try to escape or harm me and I will let you free of your shackles, all except the chain on your collar.” She moaned as she leaned her head back her eyes closing as she moaned, almost screamed in pleasure, so close to her climax and she wanted him to get pleasure and the ability to cum as well, but she could easily stop and play with herself to get off and leave him yearning for her, a thought that brought an evil smirk to her lips.

While her body thrust up and down on his shaft her breasts did the same, bouncing slightly while her hair swayed with every movement, a few strands of her long bangs caressing her cheeks, making her look even more beautiful with a slight sheen of sweat from working him and toying with him, but not even close to being done. She planned on taking him outside and to humiliate him before her men and women as well as others in his army they had enslaved and had not bartered so instead were turned to slaves, men and woman alike, something she liked a lot since she preferred both men and women, already planning on having a slave girl come in to turned, pierce and break within minutes and for him to sit and watch as she did it to someone he most likely knew, knowing he was rather tough, but the woman were easier to break as far as humans went and often turned into good little pets who had very warped minds.
 
He had been elvish in his honor. He had been wanting and needing. She had him frustrated and on the edge for hours as she teased and played with him. Marking and ringing him for her pleasure. For his shame and humiliation. He knew it had just begun. He knew she might offer and take away.

He cringed at the thought of her piercing his ears. Her displaying him in chains as she had conquered him. Even before his own people, she might think to do such a thing. He growled and hissed as she worked him all the harder.

But that was his elfish side. That was not the side that was raging. That was not the side that was caged. That not the side that was chained. The side that fought to reach her. That side was the Beast. The human side that was primal lust and forbidden hate so fully that it pushed past the elfin in him.

The beast wanted her to bite and tug his nipples. The beast wanted to ride her hard and wet without releasing her til he exploded inside her. She twisted and clamped around his hard ready cock. The Beast wanted and finally took control.

It was the beast that spoke in gravel deep tones. The beast that cared to take her. To please her to make her his own.

"I would taste you, Ariia! Chain me to you then let your beast please you." He replied.
 
His words startled her as she looked down at him, noticing the difference and as she nodded she gave him a soft kiss on the lips before whispering, “Fine, I will give you what you want, but I will not have you attacking me, if you try I will kill you for it, but once I release you from all the chains except the one attached to the collar, then you may do as you please with your mistress as a reward for obeying, and doing as I say, and the more you obey the more I will give you.” She told him, licking and nipping his bottom lip before moving and placing a hand on the chains around his ankles, and instantly they released him and the same happened with the others at his wrists, the only one that did not unlock was the chain holding him to the bolted bed, by the collar and would no doubt keep him there.

Watching him she brought her hands to his wrists and slowly slid them from her hips, up her sides and to her firm breasts, and something he may have noticed if he paid enough attention was she had small pin like scars where it looked as though piercings just like his were meant to be, hiding a secret about her that none knew.

She brought her hands to his nipple rings and played with them, letting him do as he pleased, not really worried since there were guards outside her tent and other ways for others to make sure their mistress was safe. She continued riding him, half expecting him to roll over and be on top while her could, but would not mind one way or the other so long as she could have him.

She would not say it openly or to him, but he was without a doubt the strongest slave she had ever had, and with the largest member, and even though he was a half breed he was still very handsome for a half human, and she knew that was the side she would have to tame or break, and she planned on it, but she wanted to see how far she could push him till he became the good slave she wanted, someone to warm her bed and protect her without wanting to kill her, but she knew that would come with time. For now she bounded and continued thrusting him in and out of her hard as she could, each time taking in every last inch, her tightness so very constricting and almost unable to take it all, making her bleed slightly, but she gave no signs of pain, only pleasure, able to find pleasure in the pain she was causing herself, a bitter sweet pain.
 
Free. The moment he was free. The moment his arms were free. He gathered her to him. Carefully, tenderly he brought her to her back. He kissed her neck. his hand stroking her breast as he teased and roughened her nipples. It was there that he noticed. He had used many drow before. He had taken many slaves and given them nipple rings.

He knew her. He knew of her. He knew her tastes and her desire. He could taste her need so strong it almost took him over.

"Let me please you in the way you know best," He said and slowly touched her.

His mouth down her body. His hands cupping and stroking. He took her own hands and placed them on his head.

Slowly he pulled from her depths. His mouth fell on her mound. Kissing and tasting her. Teasing her small acorn. His tongue swirling her hungry folds. Lather her with a roughened tongue ready to please her.

His finger tips pinching and caressing her nipple then the other. Cupping her ripe breasts. He brushed her flat tummy.

His tongue tasting her sweet honey. He painted over her slit. A moment later he was pressing into her. Tasting his own trail as he lapped her tunnel deeply. The taint of a small tear on him tongue. He would be careful entering her.

She would be well pleased with the ride he would give her. His own arousal grew in proportion. His cock jerked with each lick. He held off but he wanted to plunge in.

He would wait until she was moaning and demanding before he would take her. Then he would please her. Then he would make her his own.
 
Ariia smirked, knowing he would turn over and place her on her back, but she did not mind, she planned on using his own body against him to make him the perfect pet. What very few knew was her past and at what lengths she took to be who she was now, a dominating mistress, in war and when taking slaves, clearly out of spite for humans and some elves.

When his hands came to pinch and pull at her nipples she had become a little tense, not so much use to a slave playing with her, most would simply continue until they came then try to escape, but he was different from them and she could tell.

Relaxing she gave soft moans and whimpers of pleasure, her long silver hair flowing under her in small streams over the bed while her deep purple eyes gazed up at him watching as he pulled out, giving a whimper of disapproval, not wanting him to pull out of her, but soon he was pleasuring her with his mouth and playing with her breasts, making her entire body shiver in delight, gasping and moaning as she brought her hands to run through his hair, encouraging him to continue. Her fingers grazing over his ear, her nails trailing along the flesh as the other hand gripped his hair gently, feeling his tongue made her quiver in ecstasy and she could only think about what she wanted him to do with his member.

She smiled down at him, very pleased, but wanting far more, “Mmmm… Give me more Adan, I want you inside me again… I want your cock inside me…” She said softly, not begging, but also not an order, being level with him for the moment. She smirked as she brought her hands to his face and guided him to her, grazing her soft silky lips against his own, kissing him gently, “Don’t make me wait much longer, I need it, and I know you want me too Adan.” She cooed in his ear seductively. This would probably be one of the only times she would refer to him by his name so she would get what she wanted from him, the pleasure that would come with him filling her with his large member.
 
Her moans and whimpers calling to him to give her more. Her hands at his head. Her fingers stroking pinching his sensitive ears. He moaned and tussled his head encouraging her touch. Her nails along his flesh had him groaning in pleasure. He gulped air and lunged deep inside her slit with his tongue.

He felt her shiver under him. Her inner walls quivered and attacked his tongue. Soon he would invade her again. Soon he would stab deep in relentlessly and bring her the hellish storm that raged inside him.

Her words. A call to him. Her body and her soul ready for the assault he would wage upon her body. Primal. Savage. Her hands encouraged him to her lips and he came. He came to cover her. He came to take her. He came to bring her his own inferno. As he burned so would she. And he burned mightily.

His hard hammer at her threshold. One hand under her hip to lift her in a way that gave her the full length of him on his first drive inside her. His other gathering her to him. His mouth capturing her. His glowing eyes of lust and passion meeting her. In that moment he lunged. Driving himself into her.

Offering no mercy. No escape. In that moment she belong to him, she was open, she would receive as no other woman before.

He crushed her to his body. Her breasts roughed against his coarse chest hair. The surging destruction of this storm that was her fell upon him. It came welcomed to the Beast.

The roar savage as the Beast plunged deep within again and again. His hand on her hips as he thrust. Taking and give all he had. Scraping with ever slice inside her. The crescendo of that heat an flow of lava thru his veins.

His loins tensed. His swollen sack coiled. His mouth chewing her neck, his back open and bowed for what pleasure a would take there. It was the edge of her orgasm. He went no further, her against him the hurricane fury fully ready to pull them both off the ledge and into that desperate fury of her full unsated climax.

The ring around his cock hilt held him at that edge and no less. She would have the final word. She would unbalance them so that he would bring her soaring into their exploding ecstasy. He held her over the precipitous as the ring held him.

His hot breath against her neck, his voice a gravel pit of crushing rock and heat, "Tell me! Tell me to CUM!"
 
((Sorry if it is a little short, I am currently getting writers block.))

He was like nothing she had ever experienced, bringing back memories long push away, but still it felt too good and so she let him continue, bucking her lender hips, enjoying his tongue buried within her, making her practically scream in pleasure, her hand at his ear feeling him lean his head in so she continued to pinch, and bring him a very painfully pleasurable sensation while her hips bucked to meet his tongue that plunged itself as far as it could go, and her walls quickly tightened in pleasure as her cries of pleasure would no doubt be heard throughout the camp, making men and women very hot, and even jealous of him.

As he moved up to her so he was now over her showing he was much taller she waited, not wanting to but letting him take his anger out on her sexually for hurting him, but she knew he was enjoying it as well and probably would not stop himself now.

As he brought his immense member to her entrance she looked up at him lustfully, and bit her lip softly, yearning for it as she helped him, lifting her hips and then finally it came, tearing a scream of pleasure from her throat and out her full lips, her back arching in pleasure as her hands gripped the bed sheets tightly thrusting her hips against his, burying him as far in her as it could go, and still she thrust her hips against his to meet his own brutal thrusts, her body shivering from the sensations, so close to her orgasm and as he spoke she looked up at him nodding slowly, “Cum for me Adan… Cum in me… and make me come with you…” She managed to say between gasps and moans. Her fingers tweaking the nipple rings as she leaned forward to catch his lips in another kiss.
 
Her breathless command. He pounded into her core with each stroke. He pinned her beneath him as her fingers tugged his nipple rings and waves of jolting volts charged every cell in his body.

He lifted off the bed. Carrying her with him. Her body vicing, clamping as no woman had collapsed around his shaft before. Demanding, twisting and punishing. He bellowed.

Roaring with release. He fired deep inside her. Exploding with each slamming press of her body around his cock. Sucking him until he had emptied deep inside her.

Bowing around her, as he cuddled her against his chest protectively.
 
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