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The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

The look of surprise on her face was enough encouragement for Ridos to continue. His fingers steady. Teasing. Drawing her heat from her. He bent to her torso. Kissing and licking her flat stomach, her breasts. Brushing hot air over her as he stirred her tunnel with two fingers. His other hand cupping her breast gently.

"Yes," He cooed, "That's right. Feel that desire for my touch. Need it, Ariia... need it."
 
Feeling his fingers work inside her more and deeper than she had preferred, moaning loudly, her eyes filled with tears, her body betraying her to this touch, finding it welcoming and rather gentle, something she needed right now, and it seemed he knew that as well. But the moment he said her name she struggled a little with a soft whimper, “Why are you doing this? Your being gentle with me? Why? And you never have used my name once during torturing me at all… Why do you say it now?” She asked, looking up to where she knew Adan might have been wondering if he could hear, and if so what was going through his head. She told herself that despite her body’s yearning she would not allow her heart and mind to leave her bound lover, desires of the flesh was one thing, but one thing she swore was to love Adan forever or as long as her mind was not broken completely, and she knew it would take more than this to break her mentally for him to get the result he might have wanted. Her body shivered, her back arching to his touch, and her hips moved just a little to his invading fingers, moaning softly and panting softly in pleasure.
 
Her questions please Ridos more than her sighs and moans of passion. He heated her gently. Demanding more of her now. Stroking deeper inside her with both fingers. Soon he would add a third. Forcing her tiny cunt to take more of his hand as he built her heat.

The chains rattling quietly with each breath she took. Pain mingling with pleasure. Mixing in that volatile concoction of heady lust rushing towards unrelenting orgasm. He wanted her helpless to do anything but obey his touch. Her body racing toward that cliff as he increased the need, her hunger, the torment.

He would break her in every way. She would deny him nothing with he was thru with her. Even to give him strategies for the terrible army he would unleash to crush the humans and elves. Then she would lay at his feet in his chains as he ruled the Drow. Her belly swollen with a slave ghett. Given to the temple as a gift to Loathe.
 
His goal was slowly being reached as he pumped his fingers in her tight hole, whimpering and moaning softly, struggling a little as she looked up at him fearfully. Her body liked the feeling of pleasure, not really caring about that it was him, but that her body liked it and needed it. She could not take much more, she needed release, but she knew the moment he knew that he would no doubt make her beg for it or humiliate herself or even harm her lover to get release. She struggled to keep from climaxing, not allowing her body to have it.

She did not know what he was trying to accomplish, but she refused to give in, she was Adan’s, and she knew that, she would only obey because Ridos had him, but her mind did wander into thoughts about him possibly leaving, but she knew he would not go without her, or so she hoped, knowing she was doing the same for him. But she seemed to know that if he got free he might do as he had before and free her or claim her. She hoped for that, if he ran she would not blame him and wanted him to run, needed him to, but she also knew if he did Ridos would feed on that, and possibly break her more if he left her and played it out as if Adan did not care for her.

Ariia tried not to think about it, her mind was concentrating on not allowing her body to have its climax, struggling against the chains a little as well as to get out of the painful position she was in since it was not exactly the most comfortable. “Please remove the stool Master, I am getting light headed.” She confessed softly, panting heavily as she felt water forming in her eyes, the pain from holding back stinging and begging to be let go and just to flow with it, but still her mind was in a little control, enough to do that.
 
Ridos knew she was on the edge. He ignored her distractions focused on her breathing. The heavy rise and fall of her hip. The thrusting against his fingers. His mouth full of sensations he poured on her like a hot bath. He would take and take and take until she was his. He would strip her of every defense. In time he would have her bound to him.

It would not be mindless. Oh no, that was folly. He would have her bound to him as though he were the tarnaki plant. Once tasted, it's essence so addictive the victim would forsake all else for more. Ridos was determined to be her tarnaki.

He would use every weakness and any he could invent to press himself upon her. Just as he touched her in this way, he would touch her in other ways to bring her to the edge. Her head to the floor of the cart. Her body in a bow over the low stool. His fingers striking deep inside her and twisting as he pulled almost out to the rhythm of her hips. The tempo of her sighs. Pacing and keeping pace. He wanted her to orgasm by his hand in this way before the cart stopped.

The first leg of her addiction to him. There would be so many more on this journey.

Ridos lifted from her breast, "You're trembling...urgently...do you want to cum, sweet slave?"
 
Listening to his words she whimpered, looking up at him shaking her head, "I... I don't want to... please no more... my body can't take it... I want to cum, but this is not right..." She muttered looking in the direction she knew Adan was in biting her lip as he looked at her, his fingers drilling her to her own rhythm, something she did not know or want, but yet her body wanted it and liked it. She looked down as his fingers moved in and out of her before laying her head back again whimpering as tears came to her eyes, shaking her head, "Yes... I want to cum... please Master, May I cum? I just want it done and over with..." She pleaded, knowing it was what he wanted and she wanted him to just finish it so she could rest, she was exhausted and her body hurting all over, but still she would not heal, at all even as the bruises covered her slowly from the cold on the outside.

She looked away from him, closing her eyes, feeling horrible, degraded, humiliated, and pathetic for asking him permission, but she knew if she did not she would get a beating for it and have to endure much more. Her eyes were already heavy and her body weak, just wanting her lover to hold and rest with.
 
She was there exactly as he wanted her. Begging for him to allow her release. Her body trembling even as she begged. A surrender. For all he had done to her this day it was only the start. Stripping her of every defense. Punishing her at night. Taking her from that animal she wanted so badly.

All of it so that she would kneel in chains nude as he sat his throne and those who knew her came to speak with him. There were those he wished her ill, ones she had slighted and they would come to see her.

Oh yes, Ridos thought, they would come.

Ariia was at the very edge and enduring. Her begging a testament to his skill and cunning. Her body a display of his wrath.

He smiled slyly as he whispered, "Cum, slave...for the pleasure of your Master."
 
She knew she was giving into him, and the only reason she could give for obeying and doing as he wanted was for her male, the one that she had promised to love no matter what happened, and that meant even if he broke her in to do as he please in the image he was having of her, she would only allow such a thing if she were to be allowed to see him, and she knew that would be a very difficult thing for him to do since it still showed more loyalty to him then it did to Ridos.

She wondered what he was planning, and how far he was going to try and take this, not just her, but taking over the human kingdom was a dangerous thing to try and do, but after that she figured there was a bigger picture for all of this.

She knew there were many who no doubt hated her, she wondered what he would do about them, to just let them have a look at her or even humiliate and hurt her as he had done the first time he had caught her in the cart. She knew she was loosing this battle, to stay sane and Adan's, struggling so hard not to just give in for the sake of having him show mercy to her poor bruised, and beaten body.

Hearing his order she did as he said immediately, her juices flowing out of her as a soft whimper calm from her lips. Her release exhausted her and she looked over at her Master hoping he would leave her alone now, not likely, but she could hope he might. She had been used by Adan that day, beaten by Ridos in the cart for a good portion of the day, then dragged out of the cart to be used by her master and lover against his will, but she had wanted him so badly, and now this, being chained uncomfortably and forced to cum, most of it she only did for her half breed pulling the cart, hoping to see him and be able to be near him again.

What was worse was she knew if Adan left it would be even more difficult, she would doubt herself with him, and if he was going to save her at all if he managed to get away, and it would of course take her back to what she was before falling for him, the hopeless poor little slave that he had back in the cart the first time he beat her relentlessly.

Panting softly she looked to him waiting to see what he was going to do, her eyes begging for him to stop, she wanted no more, she needed rest but she knew he might continue again and again to break her down until she fainted, but all she could do was hope that he would not do such a thing to her.
 
There was no mercy in his eyes. Lust. Unbridled lust as she jerked against her chains. The cries of her release thrilled him. Ridos had dreamed of taking her down slowly and shattering her into pieces to become the slave he had seen.

His desire so great he pressed his mouth over hers for a hard long kiss. A Master's kiss. A kiss of ownership. A kiss that held her surrender. A reminder that he had allowed, he had permitted. It was by his hand that she released and it was for his pleasure. His pleasure alone. He owned her.

The animal in the cart would pay for his insolence. Ridos had plans for him as well. He would keep his promise to her. He would allow her to see the beast tonight.

Yes, tonight. But he was not finished with her yet. Not at all.

"Very good slave," Ridos whispered as he moved from her lips.

He went to the small chest as she lay bent uncomfortably. Digging around for just the right item. It was palm size. He placed it in the pouch on his belt then turned back to her.

"Are you ready to come off the stool, little slut?" Ridos asked.
 
His kiss was unwanted and she flinched the moment his lips met hers, her eyes closing tightly a whimper coming from her, discomfort in her body was made clear, she did not care for the kiss, she had admitted to being his slave and him as her master but she did not like his kiss, it was mean and lustful, uncaring, something that had turned her away from him when he asked for her hand the first time, the reason she had turned him away the first time, he did not want her as an equal, he always just wanted her as a slave, to be under him and never beside him, and that she was not interested in.

Hearing his question she frowned, the look she had gone as she heard that word, the one word that angered her and made a little spark come back, "I would like off the stool Master, but I am not a slut and will not answer to that, you have called me by my name, slave, pet, but I will not respond to the name slut Master, because I know I am not one." She said softly, showing no disrespect and trying to be as respectful as possible, but in order to be a slut she had to promiscuous and sleeping around willingly, and nothing he did to her was fully willing and she had only had these two men, not that she would admit that she had only had sex once before Adan, but she would not accept the name, that word, something she was not.

She looked wondering what it was that he had gotten out of the god forbidden chest that seemed to hold very painful things for her.
 
"You have learned nothing," Ridos told her. "You are a slave. I call you what I wish. If you do not respond I will punish you. And I am going to punish you now for your insolence. You slave, have no rights, your not free. You don't get a choice. When you learn that life with me will be so much easier."

"For now you need disciplined!" Ridos growled as he viciously tugged at her nipple rings to remove the chain.

He left the rings on her sex lips. Keeping her secured to the floor of the cart. He unlocked her hands from behind her neck and secured her wrist manacles to a chain on a hoist on the canopy of the cart. He pulled it savagely jerking her arms upward hard.

Ridos sat on the stool behind her. His hands on her back. Massaging her as he spoke.

"You have so much to learn, " He said and reached for the palm size box.

He opened it. Inside were sharp thin pine needles of the strongest kind. He eyed her back as he ran a finger across from one shoulder blade to the other. Then he smiled as he removed one.

"Punished while I watch you suffer," Ridos promised and pressed the point of the hair pin length pine needle into her flesh.

He watched it puncture into her skin and sink slowly. He stopped when half it's length was buried like a splinter between her shoulder blade and her spine. He place one more on that side. Then two on her other so that four dashes formed.

He tied her hair out of the way as he spoke, "Pine. It has resin that can burn for a very long time once lit. Pine needles will burn even if submerged in water. They leave an ash that the body cannot expel and scars the flesh with a small lump the fingers can detect."

"But the most wonderful quality about a Pine needle set on fire is the pain of the burning. It goes on for a very long time and is very very painful. A person once scared in that way will do anything to avoid such pain. Anything."

"You slave will be whatever I wish you to be. What ever I call you." Ridos told her.

"Won't you?"
 
His words frightened her and she struggled against the bindings on her wrists, shaking her head quickly as she felt the pulling on her nipples whimpering in pain. “Life with you will never be easy, you hate me far too much to ever be kind to me, and that is why I will have no feelings for you other than fear.” She muttered, knowing she was going to get punished for this, for her arguing with him about calling her such a name.

She let out another whimper as she tried to tug her arms free of the shackles and prevent him from pulling them up to the canopy of the cart, in a different position thankfully, but she would have liked if her lower lips were not still fastened to the hoop in the floor by the chain. She could move very little in this position because of the chains and looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide in fear as she looked at the pine needle and began shaking her head quickly as her hair was pulled up and out of the way.

She felt his touch then the painful sting of the needle in her back, she struggled against her restraints, groaning in pain as he stopped and spoke allowing her to catch a small breath before another was put in, another cry of pain coming from her lips, her body shaking and the chains on her wrists jingled lightly as she moved.

When he spoke of lighting them on fire she looked back at him and shook her head, “Please don’t, it will mar my body, and while I know I can heal that will not, and surely you don’t want my body to be marked like that?” She pleaded softly, trying to be good, obey and convince him not to.

As he placed the four into her she let out whimpers of pain, tears filling her eyes and falling into her lap as she nodded her head, her voice weak and full of pain, the sting of the needles in such a tender spot so painful as she lowered her head, “Please Master, I am not a slut, and to call me one shows you do not care who uses me, and that is not true, I will obey you, I know I have to, but please stop, I don’t want such ugly marks on my body from those. Please remove them, I’ve learned my lesson, please Master let me apologize and receive forgiveness, but please remove them before they leave marks, I don’t want such things on me. I know I am your slave, I have no choice and no freedom at all, I am sorry for speaking out against you Master.” She whimpered as she kept her head down and her hands balled up into fists from the pain of the little things in her.

She of course knew that for a slave to apologize properly to a Master was to be on their hands and knees and allow the master to pet them before being forced to give their owner a blowjob, but that did not bother her, she knew he would make her do that often anyways just to make a point. She remained still hoping he would accept her apology and give her mercy.
 
The pain was worth it to Ridos. Her pain. Her pleading. He could not have her. Not as he wished. Not as he wanted. So he would take her and keep her as his. Always within sight of her lover. Always out of reach of him. Allowing the Beast to watch as he did unspeakable things to her.

Forcing her deeper and deeper into his collar. Her slavery. The chains she could not forget. He would have her and the rest as he promised long ago. First her conquest and it seemed that was almost in hand.

Ridos cupped her breast as he kiss her back before moving from her. It was enough for now. He would get what he wanted from her a piece at a time. He lowered her arms from the hoist until they came to rest at shoulder level. His fingers released the chain from her folds.

"You will apologize properly," Ridos told her. "Then perhaps I shall remove those pine needles if I am well pleased."

He moved to face her. His hands at the chain holding her to the hoist. He released her and pulled the chain to one side. Then he moved a short distance away to sit on the stool.

"Come slave, apologize and be forgiven."
 
She knew she had no choice, but clearly her submission and plea for him to take pity on her worked enough to have him allow her to do as she had said, but she could not think straight with those pine needles in her back, the needle might now have been burnt, but there was an oil and such on it that caused her skin irritation, not only was it bleeding from him putting it in, but it stung and she knew if she did not get them removed soon they would scar her, and she did not want her skin flawed by those things, since she could heal it, but if left in too long they would do as he said, and she did not want those nasty mark on her skin.

Watching him remove the chains she finally was able to get into a bit of a different position and moved to her knees so she could move over to him on her hands and knees, looking up at him, clearly in pain, her hands slid up his knees to his thighs and then to his pants, stopping momentarily as she lowered her head, the hair moving out of the way so the needles were in view, “Please Master, remove them, I will behave and do my best to pleasure you, but I won’t be able to heal the scar if they are left in too long and I would rather apologize properly and slowly, but that would take a little bit, please remove them, I know you will enjoy my apology, and I will do my best, but please remove them Master?” She pleaded softly, her voice a little shaky as she decided to take a small risk and see if she could not appease him a little by bringing her head up and to rest against his thigh with a gentle nudge much like a cat seeking attention from its owner, while her hands rest gently on his bulge in his pants, presenting him the needles.

She kept her head down her hands rubbing over his pants hem as she tried to remain calm and more like a well trained slave would, knowing the difference between a beat slave would be too scared and very tense and reluctant to do anything, at the moment she was trying to gather herself and obey him so he would take the painful things out, her fingers worked at getting his pants untied and his cock out for her to satisfy. “I know I can please you, and that you will find my apology more than satisfactory, please your slave begs it of you, My Master remove them from my flesh before I start please.” Her voice was soft, and she tried to remain calm and level headed if not more submissive, but for her own preservation of course, and her lover’s, she would do anything for Ridos as long as she got to be with her lover, and see him frequently, she would even pretend to enjoy her master, but not until she spoke with Adan about it so he did not think her weak or betraying him.
 
She crawled to him. Her eyes averted. Her voice a whisper. Trembling in his presence. Submissive now. Nuzzling his leg as her had stroked his throbbing cock.

She was the way he had always dreamed of her. Begging at his feet to please him. His hand caressing her cheek. Combing thru her hair as she shivered, knowing his superior nature. Knowing she was his and wishing to please him fully.

His hand slipped to her back because he wanted her to please him fully. To give him more than what she gave to a damn animal pulling his cart. He need only look at her back to know he owned her. At any time he would set the painful pine splinters into her flesh. As many as he chose to, because he owned her. And light as many as he wished to because she was his to punish. His.

His fingers on the pine needle closest to his fingers. Slowly drawing it from her flesh to see her accept the pain he blessed her with. Then the other three one at a time.

"There my pet," Ridos said as he place the needles in their container, "Beg forgiveness with your mouth."
 
Feeling his fingers on her back brought her to shiver slightly, bowed over to him, and submissive, he seemed to enjoy it greatly for the time being. She could feel the things being pulled out of her and whimpered softly in pain as she held perfectly still for him. Gritting her teeth behind her soft fill lips she waited till they were all out before her hands went to withdraw his member from his pants, nodding to his order, "Of course Master." She said softly as she moved her mouth to his cock, kissing the head for a moment before she opened her mouth to lick the head of his cock.

She did not enjoy this, doing this to him and having to lower herself like this, but she had to survive and preserve what was left of the woman she had been, hidden back within herself. She wrapped her lips around his cock, sliding her mouth down and over the long shaft, taking in everything till he touched the back of her throat, but she relaxed her muscles and allowed his cock to slip the rest of the way into her mouth and down her throat to fit the entire thing into her mouth with little trouble. Pulling back she began to bob her head, making slow movements taking her time so he would enjoy her hot mouth. She continued this for a while till she sped up a little, sucking, licking and doing everything she could and knew to pleasure him. Glancing up at him her eyes were hoping he was enjoying it, her mouth working him over just as she had Adan's cock when she had him with her. She sucked harder, moving more rapidly now after a little while of going slow, wanting to sleep soon so the sooner she got him off now the more that the hope of sleep seemed to be realistic, with her lover of course, knowing that beyond everything else would anger him the most, for her to never have the same feelings as she had for Adan for him.
 
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