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The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

The harder he went the more her body gripped him, forgetting for a moment that he hand her were different and she was suppose to be in charge and so she allowed him to do as he pleased, enjoying every single second of it until her own climax hit her, her beautiful singing voice ringing out as she moaned in pleasure, withering under him, her back arching slightly to meet his chest as her hands left his nipple rings and gripped the bed sheets, her bright purple eyes filled with lust and pleasure, her orgasm going through her, and a completely different look was in her eyes at that moment.

But as he leaned into her and held her she snapped back to reality, but not fully, her mind was wondering why he would do such a thing, to hold her like this. But she did not stop him and moved to wrap her arms around his shoulders, unable to remember the last time she had been held, but she had to keep in mind he was suppose to be an enemy and hers, her pet. She leaned her head against his shoulder, enjoying this small moment, reaching up she unclasped the chain from her bed’s loop to make it a simple leash on him so he could move a little more freely.
 
He kissed her tenderly as she lay cradled in his arms. His hands gentle on her petite frame. She was the enemy. She thought to make him her pet. One cannot make pets of a beast, primal. Savage.

Beasts are not grateful. Beasts are always hungry. No one expects mercy from a Beast. It is the primal need that surfaces. He is sure of it. He knows to hate the drow. He knows to kill the drow. He knows they are the enemy as surely as the Orcs and Ogres are the enemy of them all.

Yet she is a woman. Not just any woman. Not any drow woman. He knows the slave of her. He could taste it the first time she touched him. It called to him. It was the taste he wanted to enjoy.

He lay with her as she cooled. He thought next time she came to him he would hold her hand above her head as he took her and brought her to her completion. She trembled for it but he hesitated and the moment was lost to him.

He lay atop her as she moved the chain from the bed loop. She was the enemy. She had marked him and claimed him. Yet the Beast could taste the slave girl hidden beneath. She was a hundred times more interesting and attractive than a free woman. She would look beautiful in his collar. He would please her well and leave her sweated and sleeping often.

Once he was free again. How, without killing her or getting killed himself? He set that thought aside. It was the taste of the slave girl that called to him. The Beast was full but not sated yet.

He had begged for her to use him. He remembered. She had ringed his cock and had plans for him. Her prisoner now. He accepted the chain that held him but he watched for a chance to escape. After he touched her and held her a little longer. She was pleasing to lay with.

He pressed his lips to hers in a hard hungry kiss. Slowly moving from her lips. He brush a stray sweated curl from her cheek.
 
Ariia was not use to such effection, so she enjoyed the way he held her, but her mind of course wandered as she realixed that she was not acting as much herself as she had been. Shaking it off she looked up at him and gave him a gentle push off of her, "Would you like to take a bath with me?" She asked holding onto the leash still. If he said no she would simply chain him back to the bed and take a bath and then wipe him down with a sponge or something to clean him up. She looked to the tub, already filled with water, and magical so there would be no wasting it, it would never get dirty or get any colder, it wuld remain at perfect warm tempurature and full. Walking over she got into the water slowly and waited to see if he would join her, knowing he was in need of a real back and food which she had already sitting aside, but because of the fight he had put up earlier she did not give him any yet.

She had not realized that he had already figured out a little about her, knowing it was true she had at once time been a slave, and had worked her way up from very low to where she was now, and so she had learned to be rather ruthless and cold, but when it came to pleasure it seemed to bring out a more kind side to her, something her soldiers never saw, and no servants or slaves ever spoke of it, knowing it was a very sensitive subject and they would be killed if they so much as tried to whisper about it. She had fought her way to where she was and it had taken her years, and very few if any knew of that past that she had gotten herself free from, for now, knowing many would want the young woman for such reasons, having no doubt in her mind that even the halfbreed thought of her that way, but something not many knew was the extent she would go to, in order to protect what was hers, as well as her people and soldiers.

She soaked in the water, dunking under she soaked her hair and resurfaced with drops of water all over her lovely ash skin, her hair a dark silver when wet. Her bright purple eyes looked over at him curiously as she wondered what choice he would make.
 
She pushed him aside as she rose from the bed. A shift. A look that changed in her eyes. But not totally. He hissed as he slipped from her warmth. Suddenly finding himself without in a way he had never been without.

What was it about her that made him want to stay at her side. Even if she had not offered he would have fought the chains to be close to her. He picked up the heavy chains and stepped off the bed.

Not to run although he could even thought there was no hope of escape. He could fight. He could attack her. He could do anything with the moment of freedom she gave him.

She dipped under the surface of that water uncaring. He stared curious about her fearlessness. He came to her as she looked over at him. He, He the enemy of the drow carried his chains to her. He placed the handful within her easy reach and slowly sank in the water of the bath beside her.

He wanted her again. He wanted her to touch him as he bathed her with her sponge. Instead he waited very close to her as he settled in the water for her to allow him to touch her.

Hating himself for everything he did instead of kill her. Knowing she had more pain in store for him later. More humiliation. There would be time for revenge if he ever got free. For now, he would grovel and beg to wash her with a sponge and hate himself even more.
 
Many times she had done this to previous slaves and so she often knew what they were thinking at this point, or at least most of them. Smiling softly she moved over closer to him holding a sponge in one hand and took his chain and moved it a little so she could sit in his lap, her legs spread teasingly as she brought his hand to take the rag, "I can't wash my back and would really like if you would be able to wash it for me, and if you are thorough and gentle I may give you a reward." She cooed while she leaned her head back against him and brought her soft lips to his ear nipping softly until she had her fill and moved his collar's chain so it hung over her shoulders and between her breasts dangling gently, rather light for her.

She moved her hair aside, but not completely, hiding the scar around her neck from her past, making sure to keep her hair over it, and knew it was a very sensitive subject and if anyone touched it she would most likely lashout, more out of fear and anger than anything, a natural reaction for someone like her. She tried to relax, knowing he probably hated her, but she was not worried, he could try and hurt her, but the fact was right now he was hers, and if he killed her he would die shortly after, and if he did not she would no doubt brutally punish him for such an attempt on her life.

So she remained in his lap, her womanhood slowly rubbing against his semi-soft member teasingly, wondering if he would be willing to go at it again, and if so, how? Shrugging it off she waited to see if he would do as others did and begin with her back and maybe proceed with the rest of her body. If he did decide to wash more than her back she would not stop him, but if he did just stop with her back she would wash the rest of herself. "Are your piercings and brands alright? They should not hurt anymore, if they do I can try to heal it more or add a salve to ease it for you." She offered since he had behaved himself rather well compared to others.
 
She came to him in the water. He hated her and wanted her. He groaned as she settled on him. The rag placed in his hand. He hissed as she made short work of his ear. His eyes closed. He hissed. His loins warming against her warm body already.

He noticed her particular way she lay her hair. To hide. To force the eyes away and the lines of slavery become invisible if one was smart. Instead he began with her breasts. It was where a woman was truly enslaved. the collar a reminder but the breasts held all the lust and humiliation.

She asked about the wounds she had inflicted. Ironic. Her tone said she was sympathetic. It struck him differently. He thought she might be caring for her own purpose. It made him hate her for her tenderness. It was hard to hate kind enemy. She must guess. She asked for him to say.

It was more than he could tolerate. He was taking deep breaths but he wasn't sure he was actually breathing in anything. His eyes never left her no matter how hard he tried.

"Perhaps mistress should see for herself," He offered as he pressed his palm against her breast and caressed her. His other hand coming around to her back to support her as he bent to kiss her lips. His hips adjusting to allow his swelling cock to brush fully against her.

He hated wanting her but he did.
 
The feeling of his member against her, already beginning to return its hardened state she knew he could go again, but she would wait for a moment as she allowed him to wash her, but as he touched her breasts she tensed a little, ready to strike him if he got a little too confident or too smart for his own good, knowing many had thought about the markings that were faint on her and she often played it off as battle scars, but someone like him who she knew probably owned slaves would know her marks were from someone far more cruel than she could ever be. Sighing softly she remembered to relax herself and leaned against him wrapping her arms around her back and over his shoulders.

"Well I suppose I could..." She whispered softly in a sweet purr, turning around in his lap to straddle him while looking up at him then down to the piercings where she had been toying with knowing they were probably tender, slowly she brought her mouth to one, kissing it before taking it into her mouth, and as her hand had done before it healed any damaged caused to him as well as get him a little more turned on, swaying her hips slightly against the head of his massive member but not low enough to give him what he might have wanted. Leaning to the other she did the same and gazed up at him, a sly smirk on her lips, "Is that a little better?" She asked sincerely, but that was only because she liked to play with them and moved her hand down to touch the one through his member giving a gentle tug, "And what about this one?" She teased, stroking his shaft before holding the ring with one finger, warning him to be a good boy or he might loose something important to him, or at least be punished badly.

She leaned into him pressing her lips to his, not for dominance, but as a sweet gesture and for something she wanted, maybe a reaction she had not see, but she would not hold her breath on that, knowing he might deny that he enjoyed being hers.
 
Adan hated her for her gentle caring touch. Her touch soft and not the witch of tales. She seemed determined. He refused to believe he had been on the wrong side. Refused and yielded to her soft touch.

She toyed and mouth those rings. Her eyes teasing. Her lips devilish as she swirled her tongue and had him gulping air as she touch him.

He nodded to everything she said. Everything. All he could think about was her next touch and touching her in return. He hissed as she tugged his cock ring and held still as she gripped his large girth.

It wasn't until her lips pressed against his that he lost the battle. His arms around her. Kissing her hard, hungry as he gathered her against him and he began to lift to her. She held him at bay yet he was in no hurry. He wanted to serve her all that she could take of him.

Water mutes sound. Magic swirls in it's own hissing noises that can drowned out many important sounds. Sounds of foot steps approaching. A gasp of surprised. The dull thud of a club connecting to a softer drow skull. Perhaps several softer drow skulls with the camp. Perhaps on one side of the camp where trouble would not seem to be waiting.
 
She smiled, liking that he was finally giving into her a little, just having needed to push a few buttons and try a few different things to find out what would break him for her and make him unable to deny her what she wanted. Smirking she leaned in again and kissed him softly her tongue pressing to his lips, forcing entry into his own mouth and massaging his own tongue.

Her ears did not catch any sound outside, despite her keen hearing she did not hear anything other than his moans, gasps and other such wonderful noises. Grinding down against his shaft she did not allow for penetration, she merely rubbed her hot slit against his member, kissing him softly still, a gentle moan coming from her.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, keeping herself close to him, looking up into his own eyes with her purple ones, before bringing her hand to his cock, stroking it with her hand gently teasing him, waiting to see if he would ask her for more or try and take, ready this time for if he tried to push in against her will. She broke the kiss and leaned down to lick and gently tug at his piercings wanting to force him to moan or something along those lines.

Her weapons were not too far, out of reach for him maybe, but not for her, but her clothing was else were, leaving her with a mere sheer robe to cover with for later.
 
His arms around her. He did not miss the look on her face. The confidence. She knew. The weakness in his armor and she attacked him viciously with her soft kiss and touch. Her tongue breaking into his mouth and taking what she wanted.

He groaned in pleasure, and gave her more access. Her grinding was a tease and yet he could do nothing but lift up and try to take her. She barred his entry, kept from his head but rode along his length and he cursed and growled in frustration and the building need. Her own soft moans muffled against his mouth.

Her hand came to strangle his hardening cock. She squeezed his girth and he was unable to stop his groan. Her mouth found the rings again. Her hand stead and slow. It was the fire that burned deep inside him.

His hand reached out to tease her breast. Massaging them, heated and warming with his attention. His hips lifting to her hand. He moved more urgently as she brought every tool of sweet surrender down on him. He thrashed under her, offering his torn and pierced chest to her mouth as he gave her the hard stiff shaft for her use.

"Oooohhhh.." escaped his lips. How could he but he did.

Humiliation colored his ears to the tips but his body was ruled by her lust. He wanted but was unable to complete the violation of her heat. His head rolled back offering her more.

His eyes half closed in the torture she gave him. His head tossed from side to side. Half seeing in the haze of lust. It was the slightest of movements at the tent flap. He saw a tall shadow fall against it. An uncommonly tall and broad shadow fall.

His body caught deep in her unbridled passion cause his reaction to the possible threat to be slow. Very very slow. Painfully slow.

"Noonnnnnooononnnoo..!!" He managed as her mouth and hands work his heat.

His own hips still lifting to the heated sensations she was allowing him when the head of the club broke into her tent. There were no less than three of them.

A taller Orc burst in followed by two Ogres not much larger than Adan's own size. The thunder of their war bellows echoed. The sound of screams and shouting beyond the tent flap now reaching into the room as they attacked.

An invasion.

"Get the bitch!" the Orc commanded and leaped towards the big male in the bath with her.

The two Ogres grinned and drooled for her as they charged the bath. Everything else forgotten but the silver hair cunt.

Adan's body finally shifted. Blood flowed back to vital parts. His arms already around her he lifted her out of the bath and behind him as the Orc leaped.

"RUN!" He shouted.

His hand on the chain. He balled it in his fist and fed the Orc a chain sandwhich as he ducked into the water. The Orc's sword slicing in the air missing Adan by inches.

The desperate fight was on.
 
Each of his moans was wonderful, she was glad he was enjoying it, since she knew he did not want to be like this, wanting her so badly. She teased and played with him, but as the orcs entered she stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look, but he had seen them first, his reaction however was different, not what she would have thought. Instead of pushing her away and fleeing for his own life he pushed her behind her, protecting her, the person who had tortured him and ultimately raped him or tormented him so much that he gave in.

She did not understand this, but when he spoke she was already quickly out of the tub and using a bit of magic had her gown on in a blink of an eye, heading out the back of the tent, knowing she had to get to the capital to report this attack since they needed to know and she knew that the messengers had probably been killed. She could not help but feel bad about leaving him there to fend them off, having mixed emotions about it as she ran knowing it would take a while to get to the city, but she had to try.

But unfortunately the orcs had been very well prepared for this, and had planned the attack it had seemed, something they were not good at and did not do, it would seem someone was helping him, someone who may knew of her and a way to get past her defenses, meaning it might have been another drow or elf who wanted to see her out of the way and even enslaved again, but she knew very few even knew that about her and those who did feared death if they even thought of telling.
 
The two Ogres following on her heels. They beat thru the panel of the tent with the protruding spike in the end of their clubs. In the fog she was almost invisible. The honey suckle of her fragrance had them locating her direction in the snow covered ground.

A trumpet echoed behind her. One of the Ogres calling other to help in catching her. Her tent was bulging with activity and still more Ogres enters it. A crash of wood from inside. Two Ogres were launched thru the hole in the tent and hit the ground outside on their faces. They lay still. The blood pooling on the ground.

The tent collapsed. The dull thuds and screaming continued as an Orc ordered Ogres to smash what moved. Adan crawled out from one side. the chain wrapped around his arm. A sword with a broken blade in the other. He eyed the tracks in the snow and took off to follow as the Ogres beat the canvas that covered their own companions.

There were now six that chased after her. Chasing her down. She was fleet but they were male. Two more came towards her cutting off her right side. They were chasing her to the cliff. Trying to catch her and turn her before she got there.

Some were casting nets from the side. It had become a gauntlet. And they were almost upon her.

Adan saw them gathering. Collecting to take her down with nets just up ahead. He was almost there as he thought they snagged her. Trapping her in one. But he couldn't see clear from the crowd around her cheering and raising weapons in the air.

He raised his sword and gave a roar of cold savage rage!
 
She was a little confused, wondering if they were specifically after her since they were putting much effort in catching her or if they were under orders to not let any leave alive. She ran as fast as she could, knowing the cliff was ahead and with her magic she could easily escape, but that was until she felt the net fall over her, the weight of the rocks on the edges dragging her down to fall, but she was lucky it came off when she tumbled to the ground, her beautiful ash skin getting a little dirty as she scrambled to get up. And as she managed to get up a little one of the beasts was soon on top of her and grabbed for her hands trying to tie them together, but he would find she was not an easy opponent, she used what she could to get him off her, first burning him with a spell in the palms of her hands and once off she snapped his neck, but after that there were many around her and she stood no chance against so many, but she tried, as she readied herself on took a cheap shot with a blow dart, coated in a paralysis venom that would soon make her immobile and much easier to tie up and such.

As the dart began taking effect she managed to pull the thing out of her neck and at that moment already was loosing feeling and movement in her legs, collapsing to the ground, these creatures were probably helped by someone smarter, who knew her kind were very susceptible to this one venom or else it would take about six darts to knock her out due to her resistance to the toxins effects. She fell to the ground and was soon approached by about four orcs, none doing anything more than chaining her hands behind her back, her ankles were chained as well by shackles, and finally they placed a silver collar around her neck over her old scar from being in the same situation once, but with a violent human master. Unfortunately she found out the inside of the collar had small spikes, meant to harm her if she fought back and to cut her flesh if someone pulled the chain to hard.

The next thing she heard was the roar of the half elf, a sound that worried her and utterly confused her, making her wonder why he would do such a thing for her, why would he fight. But she could think of no reason as the orcs and ogres turned to him ready to fight him off to keep her as a prisoner, and while this was all going on she was still conscious.
 
He ran towards them. A cry that meant to halt all activity. A cry meant to startle. A cry meant to stall movement long enough for the broken blade in his hand to strike first.

These were Ogres led by an Orc. There were eight. If they had fear it was not for a half elf. If they were startled it was by volcanoes, ground tremors, floods, not a half elf. If staring at a beautiful could be stopped then it was by volcanoes and ground tremors not by a half elf. But between that beautiful helpless body and his charge it caused them to stall.

It was long enough for the half elf to shove the blade into the first Ogre chest he came to. There was enough of a delay for the half elf to crash into that same dying Ogre and send him and another slow Ogre screaming over the cliff edge.

Surprise and the broken weapon gone. There were six against one now. The half elf, the volcano, the quake had their full attention. Too late for her to slip away and he cursed his luck. He unfurled the chain wrapped around his arm and dropped one end to the ground.

As they charged at him confidently. He snapped the chain like a whip. It wrapped around a neck and he pulled it back. The Ogre dropped the axe and clutched it's neck and it choked on it's own tongue.

They were on him then. His hand reaching for the axe. Clubs raised hitting one another. Hitting him. He was dragged to the ground fighting. The axe in his hand as he was bitten on the calf.

He swung. Hacking his way to his feet. He bellowed in rage as he blocked with the axe and swung to cut into a thigh or a chest.

The Orc watching. He leaned over and grabbed the drow captive by the wrists. Placing her at his feet to lean against his leg and watch this male die.

It was not going as planned. Even the Orc could see that the half elf might be winning. If numbers meant anything there had been six and now three against him.

The Orc looked around to see how to change the odd, win this fight quickly. There were several dead and dying on the ground around the fighters. There was a chain running from the neck of one to the neck of the half elf.

The Orc grinned. He grabbed the drow captive by the hair and called out to one of those still standing.

"HEY!! Dog Breath," The Orc called to the Ogre closest to the body with the chain around it's neck, "Toss Nose Picker over the cliff!"

The Ogre named Dog Breath obeyed instantly. He kicked the body with the chain around it's neck over the cliff. The body went sailing. The chain began to move.

The half elf's eyes widened in horror and one hand gripped the chain links near his neck in a death grip as he brought that axe down in the body of another Ogre to use and an anchor.

The chain, the half elf, the axe and finally the dying Ogre on the end of the axe disappeared over the cliff. The screams as they fell continued to echo for some minutes.

The Orc bent down lifting the drow captives chin up so she could see him.

"I am going to enjoy torturing and fucking you Drow Queen." and then he smiled.
 
The young woman watched in amazement as he fought them off, seeing that he was outnumbered by them, but it did not seem to matter to him at all, and yet she felt something wrong in the pit of her stomach, her eyes the only thing telling she was still conscious, but unable to move. She was glad he had killed off the ones he had and as he was finally beginning to even the odds she watched in horror as he was thrown over the cliff, her eyes tearing up as she watched her only hope of help and escape fell over the cliff.

Her eyes watered and as her soft delicate skin was soon touched by disgusting leathery skin, the smell of the orc making her a little sick, not liking these beasts, and as she heard him she could not speak but her eyes would have told him she was saying ‘Enjoy it while you can because she would taken any opportunity to kill him if he tried, and she knew that is not how their people worked, too many would want her and no doubt they would argue over her and who got her since she knew they were not staying here, they would go back to the orc village and then decide what to do with her and what ever others they had caught.

She was gripped roughly by her collar and lift up by it, feeling the spikes in the collar cut into her flesh she groaned in pain as she was pulled up and then carried to what looked to be makeshift carts with others on it as well, but she was not taken to that one to be mixed in with the others, she was placed in a specific cage in a single covered cart blankets and furs lined the bottom and as she was thrown in she was carefully covered with what seemed to be a large rare bear fur to keep her warm, the others were not so lucky, but they wanted her in good health so she could be used and tortured, already she could hear some arguing about who would have her, but she remained paralyzed in the cage, knowing that toxin would not wear off for hours, and they would probably dose her again to be sure she did not get free.
 
Ridos Sarewoen pulled the cloak about his shoulders and followed the Orc to the cart. His White bangs covered his amulet eyes and the dark shadows matched his skin. The full drow male stared down at the capture queen.

She had stood in his way for a number of years. Counseled patience, counseled against the Orc and Ogres. Spoke of finding their own way. It meant surrendering the land to humans which he fiercely opposed. Uniting with the common elf which he also opposed.

The only problem standing in his way was her ability to marshal a force that could beat a greater number. She even had supporters and those who would follow her. But now, all that went to the way side as the Orcs and Ogres thought they were being cut out of a deal they fought to win.

It was simple. Ridos Sarewoen went to the Orc king and told him he had an enemy meant to take his kingdom with magic. It was the one thing that Orcs feared. And here they were, the Orc Captain and Ridos Sarewoen soon to be named Prince of this region, standing next to the cart in which the Western Queen lay captured.

"Your sure about that giant elf?" Ridos asked the Orc.

"Gone over cliff. It ain't comin back. River or muck. It's gone." The Orc said, "You promised that bitch."

"I did, but Toe Jam only when I'm thru with her," Ridos said and gave the Orc a pat. "So the sooner we get us out of here the quicker you get what's left of her."

The Orc trotted off without any other prodding. Whips cracked and other carts began to move with the crying and sobbing of the captured.

Ridos Sarewoen smiled down on her and put his hand on the cage. "Don't worry Ariia, I'll make sure you can feel every single moment of pain. For now enjoy the paralysis. It will be the last time you aren't jerking in pain as I torture you."

Ridos Sarewoen glanced around and shouted, " Toe Jam, Move this cart Now!!

Unheard from above, chains rattled loose from a neck. Slowly the axe was retrieved from the chest of a dead Ogre. Slowly a half elf rose to his knees from the pile of dead Ogres that broke his fall.
Ridos Sarewoen glanced over at the cliff one more time. He took two full steps in that direction but stopped when the cart with her cage started to move. After all what was new about a dead half elf when he could watch a beautiful drow suffer by his own hands.

“When we arrive I already have your throne your Highness, You shall be chained to a beam over your head so that I make walk all the way around you to enjoy my carvings in your flesh and your pain.”
 
Watching the figure enter the cart her eyes narrowed and she glared at the male drow, knowing exactly who he was and what would come next, hearing him she listened, cursing at him in her head, calling him many names and then a few in the elven language. She heard that he would be giving her to the orc once he was finished and couldn’t help but feel disgusted, knowing she would rather be tortured by him and be touched by an orc.

His threats came to her ears and for the first time in years after her escape from her enslavement, she had a look of worry in her eyes, knowing that her kind were creative, and what she had done to the halfelf was nothing compared to what he would do to her. She tried to fight off the toxin, but it did not work, she remained unable to move at all and so she tried to rest up for what would come next, feeling horrible that the half elf had died protecting her, but then again he could have run, and he chose not to.

She wanted to ask the drow if he really intended on giving her to the orcs, knowing many who would pay him to hurt, rape, and torture her, all for the same reason as him, she was a strong woman who had done what many males could not.

She stared off sadly out as the snow had begun to fall, sighing softly as her eyes remained on the drow, not trusting that he would not touch her to try something with her. Once thing she did not understand was him calling her royalty, she was just a baroness of a large plot of land, not royalty, but many had referred to her as such after her accomplishments. Her eyes slowly drifted closed as she began to doze off, needing rest for what was to come next, her long beautiful hair falling over her neck, the collar had light blood on it from where it had cut her, her hair lay over her skin, caressing her cheek.
 
Ridos Sarewoen watched her sleep. Her hands manacled behind her. Her feet shackled. The toxin immobilized her. The toxin did not keep her from feeling.

However, some of the toxins effects would be waning. It's effects diminished enough so that she might utter words. Definitely sounds. He would have begun his revenge sooner but it was very important for him to know his work had some effect. He wanted to hear her cry out, moan in pain, perhaps scream.

He thought it was possible that she might do that now. The cart moving along the road. It would be many more hours before they stopped at the Orc village. Certainly enough time to spend in her company. Getting to know her likes and dislikes. To introduce her to some of his. Perhaps at some point she might scream.

He rolled the half inch strap of leather in his hand. Folded it in half as he watched her in the cage. He brushed it against the flesh of his forearm. Feeling it’s roughness against his own flesh. He struck it across his forearm once, felt the lip biting sharp sting and watched the thin line redden his tough flesh.

Knowing the intensity of the pain would increase exponentially on soft flesh he opened the cage. She lay still, unmoving in the furs. Whether she slept or not would not affect his purpose.

He had wanted her for some time. She had spurned all his attempts at courtship. Admonishing him, chiding him before the council. It had been enough. Her achievements had brought ridicule upon his offerings. He had been laugh at, slighted. It made him helplessly furious.

It was not for revenge. That implied repayment. Ridos Sarewoen was determined to eventually sacrifice her to Lothe but not before he had extracted every ounce of pain he could get from her.

He peeled the furs to one side, slowly revealing the robe and the curves of her body beneath. Soon he would begin. But first he would move her hands from behind her back and stretch them over her head to a ring on the floor of the cage.
 
She slept for a while and could feel the effect of the dart wearing off as she lay there gaining as much energy as she could. She knew this man but was not sure why he had done such a thing to her, sure she had denied his request for her, but she had done the same to many other men, making some fools more than him, but she did not realize or care if the spoiled brat wanted her, if he could not put her in her place in court or even in a fair fight she saw him as a weak mate and so would of course humiliate and turn them down, not wanting a weak lover, or husband.

She could hear very well and slowly woke as he moved the fur from her body, able to open here lovely eyes and look at him, finding a little energy to speak, "W-What are you doing?" She asked first, her voice hardly a whisper. "Why are you doing this you traitor." She asked, her voice a little more clear, but still groggy. For the time being in this sedated state she was forced to be subservient, and frightened as she had long ago, but that was not to say once she gained her energy back she would not try to fight him off and get free of him.

She felt him moving her hands up to the ring in the cage, not seeing it before, but now she could and looked back at him, worry in her eyes as she wondered what he was going to do to her, her heart beating hard in her chest, barely able to move her fingers a little at the tips, but not enough to get her out of what he would do to her. She concentrated on keeping calm, knowing most likely what he was going to do would hurt and she did not want to give him the satisfation of hearing her scream, although it would happen sooner or later since there was only so much her soft skin would be able to take.

She wondered if this horrible creep could be fooled into possibly trusting her so she may escape if after a few beatings she faked giving in and being broken, something she remembered very well from her past, and she could act all too well, but she would have to take what ever he threw at her for now and try not to break down at all, already knowing what he might do and hoped it would be as simple as that.
 
Ridos Sarewoen watched as she woke slowly. Her eyes opened. He was delighted when she spoke. It meant she could scream. It was up to him to make her. She was so shy about give any endorsement of pain but he was willing to help her moved past closed mouth whimpers.

"Traitor," He made a clicking sound of disapproval with his tongue.

"Such a harsh word. I think of myself as a Patriot to the Drow Nation. Purging our line of vulgar abominations and those who would license them whole sale." He explained reaching into his side pouch.

"That would be you." He remarked removing a slender vial of clear liquid.

"But enough of me," He said toying with a vial between his fingers.

"This is for you," He held it closer so that she might see.

"Essence of Swamp Landwyrm, diluted of course. Quite evil. It works on arousal. Sexual desire. Even a few drops of the essence will force the victim to crave abuse, rough handling, and torture during arousal."


Ridos Sarewoen leaned towards her head and spoke quietly.

"I must confess. It's not of my making so I don't know what the correct dose might be. So to keep you from doing something frightfully upsetting like spit some out I'm going to pour it into one nostril of your nose."

He used two fingers to simply tilt her head back as if he were going to give her the breath of life. He let her watch as he held the vial over her face and slowly let the potion dripped out of the bottle.

"Don't say ahh..." He said in warning but his eyes flashed the hell he was about to bring to her.

"Then we shall begin your first lesson." He promised.
 
Listening she managed to roll her eyes at him shaking her head slowly, “Get over yourself, your just a spoiled little rich brat who could not get what he wanted, so now he is going to try and get it how ever he can, rather pathetic.” She snapped, wanting to provoke him so he may not use the vial on her. Looking at it she knew what it did and knew the proper dose, having used it before she felt her body tense as he moved over her shaking her head, “Are you really that weak that you have to use a potion to try and hurt me?” She added quickly, forcing her magic to try and heal her faster, hoping she could in time to get the liquid away from her.

Hearing his warning she glared at him, daring him to try something as he began to pour out the liquid. If she did it right she could gather the liquid into her mouth and with what little energy she save, spit it back at him as she had said, not giving him any obedience at all or giving up without a fight. The fact he was going to try and put it in the way he did made her disgusted and she knew no matter what she did it would get inside her system atleast a little, but it would have been worth it to spit it back at him, and as he spoke of teaching her a lesson she smirked, gathering up what she could in her mouth and with what little energy she had to spit it back at him, probably not able to hit him in the face but maybe just get it on him. “There are no lessons you could teach me that I don’t already know, and that I have not taught myself, but if I get out of this I will have fun killing you slowly.” She threatened with a sweet but venomous tone.
 
Her promise. The promise of an abomination.

Ridos Sarewoen darkened. The hand with the folded thin strap of leather snapped out to strike across her cheek. Hard enough to leave a print. Hard enough to welt.

She spit at him. She had the audacity to spit at him. He wiped his cheek and his eye with the back of his hand. He wiped his tongue and lips his coat sleeve. He was sure nothing got into his mouth.

The smile he wore was predatory. His eyes glowed with satanic pleasure. "Let us see what you have waiting for my pleasure, Ariia."

His hands trembling in arousal as he fingered the seams of the robe at her breasts. Slowly opening her for his purpose. The material flowing gently over her nipples until she was revealed. He pinched first one, caressing and massaging. He moved to the other pinching and lifting slightly then twisting. Just to see what she might feel.

His hands moved down her body as his eyes dilated. The robe parted until she lay nude before him on her back. His fingers brushed across her velvet mound, nails scraping lightly as he watched her.

He turned his attention to his purpose. His hand on one leg bending her knees and moving it out from her body. Opening her protected cunt for him to see. Her hair still glistening from moisture. The Orc had reported they found her in a bath.
His hands to her other leg, lifting and bending the knee. He moved the knee away from her body in the opposite direction as the first. She was splayed for her purpose.

"There," He said with confidence sitting between her legs on her chains.

It would prevent her from moving whether the toxin wore off or not. He decided to rape and beat her instead of give her another dart just yet. He wanted to hear her cry and she her body jerk from his use.

His fingers in her sex lips. Testing. Pinching. His other hand ready with the leather strap still folded in half. It was what he had intended for her. To beat her pussy until she was red hot and swollen before fucking her.

He wanted her to feel the pain.

"I think six strikes to start," Ridos Sarewoen told her. "If you scream and cry out I might stop at thirty. Would you like to count or shall I?"

Then he began. His arm up and the leather waving. Suddenly it hit her squarely along the shielding sex folds. Satisfied he beat her cunt and clit five more time.
 
She tried to brace herself for the strike, but she knew because of the drug in her she could hardly do that, and as the leather connected with her cheek she felt it sting badly, gritting her teeth to stop any noise from escaping her lips.

She looked back at him, already knowing he would have welted her cheek had she not been able to heal it by the next day. She glared up at him angrily for having tried, knowing he deserved far worse than that.

But when she saw his smile she knew she was in for it, he would hurt her greatly and so she waited on healing till once he was done, knowing it would completely exhaust her. As his hands came to remove her robe she tried to pull away, but could hardly move at all and so when his hands found her breasts she struggled as much as she could against the chains, wanting to attack him or stop him in some way. As he twist her nipple her back arched a little, not from pleasure since she had a little more control over her mind, but to keep it from hurting too much for the moment.

But surprisingly enough she managed to hold back any sound. What was about to happen frightened her and she tried to pull away from him, shaking her head slowly, seeing him spreading her out making her turn red from fury, but she was honestly frightened of what he was doing, and going to do, already able to piece things together to know what he was going to do.

Feeling the fingers begin to touch her down below she struggled a little more shaking her head, but she refused to ask him not to, she was not going to lower herself to a level of begging him. When he said how many he was going to give her, her eyes widened. At the feeling of the first strike she became very tense but held back a groan of pain as her body squirmed against her binds and tried to close her legs, but as the beating progressed Ariia’s voice was slowly coming from her, it wasn’t until about the tenth that a whimper of pain came from her, tears threatening to fall from her beautiful purple eyes, the feeling of her past enslavement seemed to be coming back to her as he continued, but she did not want to cry at all whimpering softly in pain, biting her lip to prevent her from doing more than that, but as he struck her more and more the louder she became, and hot tears ran from her eyes as she tried to pull away from him shaking her head her long silver hair swaying slowly, still too proud to beg him to stop, despite how much she wanted to in order to stop the pain, her body now trembling.
 
Ridos bathed in her cries of pain. He grinned noting her teary eyed trembling demeanor. The streaks of tears down her cheeks encouraged him. He brought the lash down four more times. They were in no order. The strikes swift. He specifically waited until she was in the middle of a gulping shallow breath or certainly just after. Pushing her further and driving the pain deep into the drug he had just given her.

As he watched he burned with desire as she writhed in agony. Some small acknowledgement of the wrath he would bring upon her body for her poor judgment. He could have been her ally, the father of many Kings and Queens, instead her rebuke brought her down to this.

The beating of a slave by a Master. Her master. One she would soon acknowledge. As she hated Orc's let her fear Ridos Sarewoen. Let her taste the pain and lust he will give her.

Fully aroused his cock pressing against his loin cloth ready to use her. The control of her emotions slipped away a piece at a time until she screamed in the hellish pain he brought to her soft wanton heat.

Ridos Sarewoen stopped the onslaught to test the swelling of her folds and clit. His fingers caressed knowing that each touch, each caress was hell spawn. It came from him. He made sure she knew it all came from him. She should fear him. He had just begun to torture her.

Satisfied she was certainly swollen and that the essence was beginning to have some effect. He raised on his knees and ensured she was watching.

His hands to his belt. He slowly opened his trousers to reveal the 6 inch stiff, two finger girth shaft that he would stab into her beaten sex. He thought to use his tool to punish her with his size and length. Unaware of any others or her preference.

He leaned to her, pressing that cock head against her pain and stroking against her.

"I will bind you to pain and pleasure. Behold and feel the strength of your new Master!" He commanded ready to slice into her as he waited for her reaction.
 
She hated him, so deeply right now, glaring at him, gasping for air after ever scream of pain her body trembling to the point where the drug was working and making it hurt even more, her scream almost blood curling and no doubt even making the orcs feel sorry for her.

The more he hit her the more her womanhood turned red and swollen, hurting so badly, never in her life had she done anything like this to a male or female and she would never do such a thing after experiencing it.

As he stopped her body shook a little, tears streaking her cheeks as she leaned her head to the side catching her breath and not wanting to look at the disgusting monster, unable to find pleasure in this pain, atleast when she had caused pain it would lead to pleasure, or would involve pleasure, but he was getting out of hand and hurting more than anything, and what was worse was she would soon fear him, and not want his touch ever.

Once she caught her breath enough to hear him she felt his hand touch her sore mound and whimpered in pain shaking her head, struggling to pull away from him even if it meant dislocating something or what ever she had to do, the drug had made it hurt much more, and so out of shock she struggled to get away from him, shaking her head, “You are not my master, and won’t be so long as you hurt me like this, there is a difference in what I do, and what you are doing to me,” She managed to mutter angrily, her body shaking hard, and feeling him position himself outside her she felt him thrust into her, crying out in pain since her beaten womanhood hurt badly and so the feeling of him sliding in only hurt more.
 
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