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The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

Hearing him she nodded slowly, “I will be fine, it will not exhaust me too much or kill me.” She said softly as she remained in his arms, closing her eyes slowly she began to mutter a chant, her voice having what sounded like an echo before it stopped and all around her the water began to warm, a light white glow coming from her, warming the water for the both of them. Once it was warm she relaxed a little, giving a soft sigh of relief then she looked to the moon again, taking what energy she could before healing herself there in his arms. It was very slow, especially since with this healing it had to fight off the venom and poisons put into her, making her breasts return to normal before they had been pierced, but the rings remained in her, not removing them since he did not allow her to, but as she healed herself she wrapped her arms around him tightly, whimpering in pain, feeling as though the damage was being healed, but in reverse, pain coming back to her then the skin would return to normal. Next was her lower lips, and they healed after she got rid of the swelling from Ridos beating her womanhood with the leather belt, her lower lips healing and the pain from them the more painful since the snake had torn muscles and the flesh when struggling, it felt like the bite had happened again, but in reverse until the pain was gone.

Once finished she kept a weak hold of him, her eyes slowly closing, showing how much the pain and healing had taken out of her, hating the fact she had to go through that pain again, her body trembled against him as she leaned her head into him, unable to hold it up herself, “Closer to the center is more moon light, I can regain a little energy from that if you could move over there, it is not too deep either… please let me get enough energy to atleast care for myself, I don’t want to be a burden on you and have you baby me since it will no doubt end when you take me to your home.” She said in a sad tone, her eyes looking away from him and down, not wanting him to see how much it hurt for her to say that, tears even forming in her eyes as she had come to that realization.
 
He held her as she thrashed in his arms from the pain. He was there holding her in the warmth of the water she heated and the moonlight she bathed in as she healed. He held her and her secret. She was his.

The piercings on her body almost a match to his own. However, the rings he wore had been quickly healed while hers had been left to cause her pain. He desired her rings. He desired her slavery. Not to punish her although there was that but not revenge entirely. He desired her slavery because she was beautiful in her collar and chains. Helpless in his arms and for his use.

He walked deeper into the moonlight as he felt her strength waning in his arms. A place where she had directed him. He willed her to grow stronger and stood there holding her as he dipped her in the warmth of the lake.

"You are no burden, you are my slave," He assured her. "Even as I was once yours. Your place is in my chains and no other."
 
She hated herself, deep inside, not showing it at the moment, but she hated herself for allowing herself to become this once again, a pathetic helpless slave, and to one who had been her, now with revenge on his mind, and with the intent of keeping her as his slave, after humiliating her and showing to others she was brutally tortured and no longer the strong woman she had been. The thought angered her and upset her greatly as she cried softly in his arms, wanting to hit him again and again for doing this, for enslaving her, and by the same family that she had escaped from long ago.

Feeling him going deeper into the water she sighed softly, feeling the warmth around her and from the reflection of the moon in the water she was able to take in more than what she would have been. Slowly she began to take what she could to regain her energy. When he spoke she seemed to tense when he said the word slave, constantly reminding her of his intentions with her, but she did not want to be flaunted for an accomplishment that was not his. When he spoke of being in his chains she tried to slowly pull away from him, not wanting to feel that burden, and the cold and empty feeling that came with knowing she was just his slave. Unable to look at him she spoke, trying to push herself out of his arms, "Please, I can stand, let me wash myself, please." She said respectfully, not wanting to get a beating for not asking him to be free of his grip, but it felt suffocating to her, as well as the collar and the degrading humiliation it brought to her.
 
"That is no longer your decision," He told her. "You may ask anything but I make the decisions for you now."

He did not release her immediately. He made her wait until he chose. Yet, he still did not release her. Nor would he ever. He did keep her in the moon light so that she might grow stronger still.

Among the fire wood he brought a stout straight limb the length of her hands were they raised to her shoulders in surrender. Tomorrow he would secure her wrists to that limb and place it at the back of her neck yoke fashion. Once he used her he would leave her revealed and lead her the rest of the way to the realm of the Lord.

"Stand now so that I may wash your body," He directed making it clear she would have no part in touching herself even with a rag to clean herself of her own blood.
 
Hearing him his words seemed to hurt her as she looked at him for a second then away, her energy not back yet so she could not fight him much at all. Hearing his order to her she bit her lip sadly and nodded slowly, still so broken even now that she felt so vulnerable and did not like that he knew that and treated her like this, driving her further away from him as she watched the water with an empty look in her eyes, the feeling of wanting to just give up coming over her.

She did as he said, holding still and standing for him, but unable to look at him now, if he tried to she would probably pull away from him, in a very defensive state right now, especially after what she had been through during that grueling caravan ride so she wanted hardly anything to do with his touch if at all, pulling away when he began to push her buttons the wrong way or his a sensitive spot or subject to her, causing her to throw up her defenses the best she could and what she could manage to do to distance herself from him mentally and physically.

She knew what he might do to show she was no longer a threat and she feared it, already broken, seeing any display for others as just another way to break her down and make her weak again as she was before. The horrible humans who had enslaved her were long dead and new kings had come and gone, now it was the current one, but she had all the memories in her head, and if she ever needed to she could simply use them as a defense to prevent him from touching her, knowing she could show him a bit of her past tortures and he would feel them as though he were in her flesh, feeling every bite of a whip, every time they forced themselves on her, or forced her on her knees to humiliate her, and so much more. It was safe to say she hated humans for what had happened to her, and in turn she simply despised them all for what they had done to her, which in turn hand made her what she had become before this nightmare.
 
It was best that she learn quickly without pretense or false hope. She would never be free because he wanted her. She could hate him or hate his touch. She was a slave, it mattered little what she wanted or what she could wish.

Cruel. It meant many things not that he was. Firm. Demanding. Unyielding. Yes all of those and a rod iron fist as well. However, he did not count himself cruel. The pain he inflicted was punishment. That which was done to her he had to know so that he could be mindful when he took her.

There was no need to hurt her from his use. She had taken him before and fully. With care she could take him in the morning upon an inspection of her hurts tonight. Thus the bath he was administering. The one that had her stiff and fists clenched from it. The one she tolerated. Barely.

The drow that had broken her had done so quickly and badly. That which she wore, the rings should never had been placed on her with the torture given. But there they would stay until she saw them as a source of pride, as her collar with the source of pride showing who owned her.

The collar she wore would be removed. His would replace it but not until after she had be brought before the Lord of the Realm and displayed for all to see and no longer fear. It would be her redemption. She would in their eyes no longer be evil incarnate. She would simple be another drow slave, and his only slave.

Once they were home and she had submitted fully to his will then perhaps he might show leniency . He wondered briefly what she had in mind for him when she decided to take him back in chains to her keep. How was that so different then with him.

He did not spend time thinking much on it. He was not going to the drow in chains. He was bathing his bitch with a rag and soap. Once finished he gathered her in his arm.

"I will take you back to shore and place you in full moonlight and wrap you in the blanket at the fire. I will chain you to that great log while I fish for our supper. Sleep and I will wake to feed you." He tell her quietly.

Instructions to his slave. That is all she is to him. She can be nothing else. She is only a beautiful drow. Her place is in his chains. She is only a slave to him and nothing more and he tells himself that several more times before reaching shore again.
 
While he may not have been hurting her physically he had been taking small shots at what pride she had left, not seeing it his way. The way she saw it was if she got free she would leave him alone, he had saved her once as she had saved him from freezing in the snow and could have left him to die instead of healing him and taking him in, not torturing him as Ridos had done to her, making the pain quick and even giving him pleasure, a reward for taking it so well, but she did not often keep slaves long, she secretly let them go, telling her people she had killed them when she really had let them leave her home, and if she managed to escape she might not even think about putting him back in chains, knowing her anger toward Ridos would be far too great and she would be after him for revenge, and leave this half-breed alone, but not before building herself back up if she could. And even over time she would have let Adan go from her chains if he wanted, a small kindness she had, but she was unsure if that was still in her now after what her own kind had done, as well as what he was doing and planning to do.

As he bathed her she remained still, anytime he come close to being in her line of sight she would avert her eyes elsewhere, or look away, to frightened and clinging tightly to what little bit of herself that she still had hidden away, something Ridos had not taken from her, but she did not know if she could keep it for long, knowing his intention with her and how he planned on showing her to everyone else. It was something that had happened to her before, and she remembered the feeling of being humiliated, the looks, the whispers, everything the humans did to show their hate for her, and her kind even if she was just a broken woman, a slave.

Hearing his words she nodded slowly, saying nothing in return as she if brought to the shore and set down, she remains still as she looks up at the moon sighing softly, not liking her situation at all right now. But when she heard him talk of feeding her she hoped he did not mean by his own hands, since she was fully capable of feeding herself, and she was no pet to be fed from hand, she would turn the food down if he tried even if it meant punishment, it would simply be another thing to distance herself from him and to hate him more. She remained still on the ground, waiting for him to tie her to the log so she could rest, the entire time she did not look at him, set in the same way of thinking when she had been a slave before, distant, cold, frightened, and not wanting anyone to touch her, hardly speaking at all since it had only gotten her a severe beating or rape, or both.
 
He drew the lead around the log as he raised it. He moved back and it fell with a thud. It was not possible for her to lift it to remove the leash. She might magic it at a great cost to her strength and gain nothing should she run. He did not expect her to run tonight. She knew that they were between her enemies. All wanting her tortured and enslaved but they were too late. She was his.

He came to check on her collar and manacles making sure they were not too tight before he walked to the water. Wading further he began his thoughtful fishing. It took a while. The moonlight spooked them into fleeing before he had the first one. When he returned to the camp fire he had three large fish. A good meal for them both.

He glanced over to her as he skinned and brought them to the fire. The pack contained one bowl and he brought it close to his side. Time passed as he watched her. Blanket around her and the moonlight falling in streams of energy.

He wanted to beat her. He wanted to whip her until she hung from the chains and dripped blood on the dirt from her wounds. But the anger left quickly as he watched her breath. There had been other times she had been ill used. He made up his mind to treat her with a balanced hand. Reward and discipline. Punishment if necessary but only when necessary. Not when he was angry.

He could not trust himself to punish her now.

He took the fish from the fire and dropped them into the bowl. He stood and walked to her. Bowl in one hand flask of water in the other, he sat down next to her. The flask at one side, as he turned to her.

His voice quiet and deep, “Ariia.”
 
Watching him chain her leash to the log she sighed, knowing she could possibly use magic to do anything to get free, but the problem was she was not close enough to home to make it there, and if she tried she did not want to be beaten by him, already still shaken by what Ridos had done and in no mood or condition to take another “punishment” from him or anyone else, already she had gone through so much, but in the back of her mind she reminded herself that this was just the beginning, he would probably do far more to her, and she knew this, it had happened in the past and there was nothing to stop it from happening again, except him.

She did not expect him to care much for her other than to see her in his chains and collar and taking her day in and day out, either willingly or by force. It seemed pointless for her to try and sleep, because when she began to doze off she would have nightmares or remember a past experience, making it difficult for her to sleep. Shaking and trembling in her sleep until she woke up enough to get the dream to leave her, but as soon as she drifted off she would have another memory, worse than the first.

She could feel his eyes on her as she tried to sleep, once and a while tears streaming from her eyes as she remembered something horribly painful. In the middle of her dream she woke, hearing him call her name and she nearly jumped in the air as she woke, scrambling back and against the log, looking up at him with a look of terror, until she realized it was Adan, and not one of her pervious abusers, refusing to call them masters even now.

Seeing the food she remained sitting up, looking at him then to her hands. “Would you remove these please? Even if I can use magic I don’t have enough to get free and away from here, I just wish to eat.” She asked softly, her voice wavering slightly as she spoke, a hint that her dream had been one of the worst ones, one of the ones that had been the first week of her first time of enslavement, and the worst time of her life, many times she wanted to end it but did not, and one day it seemed the worst, the day she was stolen of her virginity by the man who had enslaved her.
 
In that moment as she erupted from her past he saw the woman. He saw the young girl. He saw the nightly death watch vigil. The instant she was aware and helpless. The terror in her eyes. The desperate wild look.

He came to sit beside her against the log. The bowl at his far side.

He had only been given a small taste of the hell she had been put thru. How it have broken her. How she was again in pieces. She was his, perhaps she did not know what that meant but he was going to show her.

"Come to me. Come sit in my lap."
 
Looking up at him she did not realize that he was giving away so much of herself to him, telling him there had been much much more to what had happened to her, and she had managed to block it all out and go on with her life, but here she was again, in the same situation again, a slave. But what she did not realize was he was not as cruel as them, not yet, for all she knew he was taking it easy on her for the time being while she healed and tried to cope, and then later it would become the same horror it had been.

Hearing him tell her to come closer she was very confused and looked at him, before shaking her head, “W-Why? Why are you doing this? Being so nice? Not to say I do not appreciate it because I truly do more than you could imagine, but why are you so different from the ones who had me before? If you were like them you would have strung me up in a tree and beat me for even speaking at all, let alone showing you what I have been thought, why do you go to such extents of keeping be? You could have been killed by those orcs and ogres if you were not careful, yet you risked it. I would have been brutalized by those creatures, yet you risked your life so that way I would be your slave? It does not make sense, after what had happened I would have thought you would have gone home? Why did you do all of that, in the tub, the fighting at the arena, and then doing this? The ones from before only fed me once a week, as long as they did not forget.” She recalled, asking him as she remained still.

Everything he was doing was frightening her, worrying her, and confusing her, nothing he did made sense to her, she would have thought that they were even, she had already been tortured by his lords family, and she had saved him from the snow, warmed him and had her way with him, bathed him and then tried to escape, only to be caught by her own kin and tortured, then he saved her from the orcs, and now here they were, she saw them as even, but clearly he had other things in mind, what it was she did not know.

Moving over to him slowly she was hesitant, easily frightened by sudden movements or anything that looked as though it would hurt, not wanting anymore pain if she could prevent it. She did as he said, sitting him his lap, but she felt odd, not wanting to seem as a lap pet, or in need of his comfort, his kind had done this to her as well as her own, which in turn had made her loose trust for everyone, even him or her own people.
 
He watched her come timid and fearful. It was normal for people to act that way around someone his size. He did not care as long as she came. He opened as she came to his lap. The rattle of her chains clinking softly along the dirt. He moved one hand to the bowl and put it in her hands.

He had nothing to explain. She belong to him. It was the reality of her situation. How long it would take her to get use to that idea he did not know. He did not care about that either. He cared about her eating and healing.

He had wanted her when he was in chains and that did not change when he was suddenly free. The roles reversed. He was taking her to his home where she would live in his chains just as he promised her.

For now she must eat. She must heal. He reached for the blanket and put it around her to keep the chill off her as she warmed by the fire and his body heat. He would curl around her tonight to keep her warm by the fire. And when the dreams came he would be her champion.

Like her body, her nightmares were his also. Whether he wanted them or not.

His other hand releasing the manacles at her wrists.

He spoke calmly without apology, "Eat your fill."
 
Getting no response did not sit well with her as she was brought to his lap and the bowl to her hands, remaining silent the rest of the time while she ate, trying not to eat too much since he needed food as well and once she was finished she handed him the bowl and finally spoke softly, “Thank you.” Was all she said. She saw little reason to speak to him if he would not speak to her, so as she sat in his lap she took hold of the manacles and placed them on herself, knowing he probably would put them back on later so she would save them time instead.

Remaining still in his lap she looked up at the sky, enjoying being close to the warm fire, but what bothered her was the fact that it would take a while for her to heal, even tonight would not heal her fully, she would not have her bruises and the pain from the beating she had been given, but it too a while to regain energy and she would be very weary when forced to return to his home with him, barely able to walk much let alone try and walk all the way there.

She shuttered at the thought, streets with people who hated her, and for the wrong reasons. She had been following orders as any soldier would, but she had show much mercy. Instead of killing any survivors she offered small ransoms in order to release them to their families, something she did not have to do and could have killed them all or enslave them and then sell them in auction or something. But she was glad no one would know who she was once there, they knew nothing of her past or what she had been, but thinking about it she looked up at him sadly, “Please, do not tell anyone of my past, I tried so hard to put it behind me, and now it has seemed to come back, but please, do not tell anyone of what I was…” She pleaded softly, her body laying against his as she leaned her head against his shoulder, hoping he would understand why she would ask such a thing.
 
He did not miss how she ate well without complaint then returned the bowl. He did not miss the manacles she placed back on her wrists. It was curious to him. Not as thought she was helpless but that perhaps she knew her place with him already.

He listened to her request as he ate from the bowl, sharing the meal with her. The torment in her voice rang out loud to him. He wished to punish her for his treatment and yet he wanted her. He fought with himself and remained silent for many minutes until he could speak decisively.

"The history my Lord and my people will know begins with your power as a drow commander at that battlefield. Everything before that was a history of a slave girl. Like your childhood, the slave girl means nothing to them."

"It is right that I know. What you are to me matters only to me. What I do with you matters only to me."

His arms around her stroking her back tenderly. He nuzzled into her hair.

"You broke me to your touch and I cannot escape it. You awakened me to your nightmares and I cannot turn from them. It seems we are coffled at either end of a chain. For now I hold the whip and it is you who lay beneath me open and needing. Tonight you sleep against me. Tomorrow you lay under me and serve my pleasure."

Perhaps she would sleep without dreams. Perhaps she would not. He took a deep slow breath to calm the heat raging inside him and set the empty bowl to the side. Perhaps she would speak, or simply close her eyes to sleep. He did not know.
 
She knew the manacles would be put back on her so she simply skipped the uncomfortable situation of him ordering her and possibly arguing with him till he won, so she placed them on herself, knowing her place, but not liking it at all. Hearing him she flinched, every time he called her “slave” or “slave girl” something upsetting to her as she was reminded of what she was, pushing her deeper and deeper into a depressing mood.

Listening she wanted to pull away from him, hating the way he worded things, shaking her head hard, “No, what you do to me matters to everyone. They will expect humiliation, degrading me, and using me, while keeping me as a frightened slave at your feet, so I may never become more than that again. Your people are just as bad as mine, but I am nothing compared to them.” She whispered coldly, leaving question as to what she meant by that, since no one knew of what she had done with her slaves in the past, most still wanting to be near her and became guards in her estate.

Hearing him she sighed softly, “I was kind compared to what others would have done with you, and gave you pleasure, from what I could tell you hardly felt what I did to you since it was healed so quickly. As for my nightmares that was just one day, I have years upon years of what they had done to me, if you wish to see more I will show you, but I do not lay needy as you had in my tent, and I will only serve you if it will mean I won’t get tortured again, and though you can punish me, I can return the favor if you get to close to touch me, I could give you the pain of a week and it would last for hours, or if I let you feel the pain of a year or more it could possibly kill you.” She warned him, letting him know that although she was a slave she was not as helpless and with every second they spoke she had seemed to come out of her state of shock from what Ridos had done, but that was not to say she was still easy to frighten and make cower.

She leaned into him, feeling him against her. She was already expecting him to punish her or something for her words, but she was telling the truth and warning him to be careful with touching her, since fear would force her to possibly lash out with magic, for some reason she had been too frightened to do that to Ridos and the pain made her unable to concentrate.

She felt her body tense as she leaned into him and waited to see what he would do, her eyes looking to the lake for a little bit, the moon was no longer in sigh so she could not take in the rays from it, meaning she would need to gain more energy the next night, depending on if he would let her, or she would be as weak as she was now if not more from lack of strength. Her kind needed to be in the moonlight to gain energy and heal themselves or it would take days for sleep to heal her.
 
"The moonlight is waning. You will need to decide where to put your magic, haunting me or healing yourself. I have less trouble making a decision. I can deny you the moonlight. I can keep you as before, chained to a ring in a cage floor."

He turned her to face him. "But I am not that man. And you are not all drow."

"I wear your rings. Those of my people will get from you what I choose to give them of you. Anything or nothing or everything in between. That is what you had planned for me, to keep me for your personal use. I did not understand that until we were attacked and I thought you might be lost to me."

"Even now as you look at me I can think of no one else. But your eyes see Ridos, and your body waits for my hand to punish you. So be it!"

"Tonight you will beg for my use!" He growled and brought her gently to the ground.

He did not pull her so that her hands were over her head. He allowed her some movement her hands could reach her hips but no further. His one arm around her. The blanket under her his other trailing down her body. Cupping and touching her tenderly. Determine to burn her with her own fire. The fire that was scorching his flesh as he held her.
 
Listening she looked up at him, worried about what he had said, not wishing to be in a cage and brought out to pleasure him then put back in, she had gone through that before already and in her past. Forced to turn around she looked up at him, unsure of what to say or think, obviously she was not going to try to harm him right now, she was not nearly strong enough nor would she be for a little time, but she did see a flaw in his words, “If I do not get moonlight atleast once a week to keep me healthy I will become sickly and die.” She stated bluntly.

She was a little confused about what he meant about his people and so decided to ask, “And what would you give to your people? From me? And once again you are wrong, I had always set slaves free, some stayed with me by their own will, but each one went free as you would have as well.” She confessed, it was her routine so she did not become attached or weak from a slave.

His words would have been sweet about being lost to him, and how much he cared, of course only because he wanted revenge, but still, it was not something she expected. What came next brought her mind back to fear as he mentioned Ridos, shaking her head, “I want nothing to do with him, and I do not want punishment, please don’t do this, not now, I am far too weak.” She whimpered, but she knew he might not stop, since she was his now.

Her defiant side kicked in as she struggled against him, whimpering softly as she was placed on her back and him on top of her. The feeling of her hands above her head frightened her, it was how Ridos had her chained up and she whimpered in fear shaking her head as she fought to get them in a different position that did not scare her. Once allowed some movement she brought her hands to her hair, stopping herself from trying to stop him, not wanting a punishment for asking him to stop so she remained silent, her body shaking slightly as tears formed in her eyes, his touch gentle but still making her flinch even though he was gentle, Ridos had hurt her so much the gentle touch in this position worried her and seemed to make her think about what had happened, and constantly she reminded herself it was not Ridos, but Adan.
 
He had no time for her questions. He heard them to be sure but she did not need to know. She need only do. He had guess at her need for moonlight but not how often. He noted it but said nothing. He was beyond thinking.

He would not free her. He care little that she had freed slaves or that her slaves stayed to be guards. She was no longer in charge of his lust nor of hers and he was about to show her why.

"You are mine," He told her and opened the blanket. "You belong to a Warrior."

His hand to her hips with a tug on the knot he removing the breech cloth. He could wait no longer. His mouth fell on her mound. He began kissing and licking her velvet. His hands keeping her open. His to use for his purpose.

His purpose tonight was to give her pleasure without torture. She would need to know his touch was very different from Ridos. He would have her begging for him to take her into a boiling orgasm very soon.

"Who owns you? Name your master!" He demanded as he mouthed her clit.
 
Hearing him her eyes looked away from him tugging her hands down so they were not kept as she had been in the caravan with Ridos, not wanting to remember that feeling with him. She knew he was different and yet she saw him no different from Ridos, or any other man who had her in the past as a slave.

“What is the difference in being owned by you or another male, they are all the same, causing me fear and pain, what makes you any different?” She asked, unable to look at him. She knew he might not answer, but if he answered her with something more than silence she might give into him a little easier.

Feeling his mouth close over her mound she let out a whimper and tried to bring her hands to push him away, but she was unable to get past her hips, due to the way he pinned her arms and the manacles would not let her stop him, so she struggled the best she could to get him off of her, “P-Please… no… please stop…” She whimpered, and upon hearing him ask who her master was and to name him she shut her mouth tightly, not answering him for now, knowing he would get it out of her, but she would hold out for as long as she could.

She fought back the feeling of arousal, and knew she could hold back for a little while, her legs trying to kick him off of her, although the lack of energy did not help at all and made her simply struggle against him, her body trembling as he toyed with her, but she would not just give up quite yet.
 
She kicked and cried out. Fighting him for all she had in her. His shoulders took the scraping blows of her legs and inner thighs without cuffing her as he might. Instead, he showed restraint knowing she could not unsettle him from his perch against her wanton abused cunt and the effort would distract and tire her all the more.

She would succumb to his use. Lathered and gasping she would beg and surrender fully. It would be his terms beginning tonight. There would be no question in her mind that her life was in his collar and chains. As he had been marked by her gentle touch so would he touch her as rudely, as tenderly so that all thoughts of others were nightmares that only he would protect her from.

Let her know the touch of the man that will take her to his bed. Fill her belly full of his seed and have her trembling as he kissed her. Tonight she would learn the difference between nightmare and slavery. Tonight she would fear him for reasons she could not name, know him for her master and loath the terrible arousal he deliberately brought upon her until she was too far gone in need to disobey.

He set upon her captive sex with mouth and tongue combined. His beard carefully placed and mindful of her hurts. He carried the heat of a forge with the touch of his fingers as he awakened her body for his purpose. His tongue painting the hot breath of passion over her treasure and plunged deep into her waiting tunnel bringing to her alarming touch meant to inflict unmerciful pleasure to the very center of her.

Keeping her boiling in that hot caldron until she answered his questions with the correct response. The one that acknowledge his ownership and her submission to him.
 
She remained silent, not saying anything as her body shivered and trembled under him, for his touch and attention, but her mind argued with her, telling herself to hate him for this, for frightening her like this, breaking her in, and what he planned with her in the future, all of it against her will, or so she convinced herself, telling herself not to let him get under her skin, and to try to be distant and cold to him when not in bed with him since even her body could not fend off the pleasure he was causing, her hips moving slightly, but the look on her face was worry, fear, and a deep hurt for what he was doing to her, so she kept her face turned away from him, not wanting him to see how distressed she was in this situation, “If I tell you what you want to hear will you please end this tormenting, I do not want to feel this, what ever it is you wish to call it, I am weak and weary and you know that, so please, I will tell you what ever you want if you would just stop or take what you want from me already so I may rest before I am humiliated tomorrow.” She muttered, her voice shaking and her body shivering.

There was a slight tone of pleasure in her voice, but she was in a mental state due to what Ridos had done, and so that fear was still set in her mind of him, and she knew what Adan wanted with her, making him in her eyes no better, he showed her mercy, due to being hurt, but she knew he wanted to hurt her as well, and if she was going to give into him the way he wanted she needed more proof than just pleasure to prove that she was more than a walking, breathing, fuck toy to him, or just a bed warmer, that maybe she could mean something more, giving her reason to obey and open up. "Please do not toy with me like this-" She began, but finally she just gave up and tried to calm her voice as she spoke, but her tone was sad and dull, "You own me... Master... Master Adan..." She said, feeling her heart break in her chest, her eyes flowing with tears as she said it, feeling so completely broken, her mental state so frightened and hurt from her own words, knowing she had said them just so he would be satisfied, but it still hurt. Her hands came to her face again as she sobbed, her hips stopped moving as she submitted so much to him and from behind her hands she spoke in a weak voice, hardly a mutter.

"P-Please... Stop... please I don't want this... I just wish... to be held, and comforted, I will give you what you want... but please, just for a little while let me calm down and feel something other than forced pleasure... I promise I will submit to you... please I'm begging you Master, I merely want to be held in caring arms..." She sobbed, her body shivering slightly, and she felt so frightened of being rejected that she could not even look at him to see what he would decide, but the fact she had request such a thing was a huge sign that she was being broken down and needed someone, and he was the only one there for her, even though she hated it she had not one else than him to hold her and comfort her during this difficult and painful time she was going through again.
 
There would be no escape from his touch. She would endure as he chose. He would bring her to her fire storm with his touch alone. She must know him as only a helpless slave can know a Master. Everything else is bargain and that is only for a free woman.

Tonight, he would have her in this way. He would burn his touch on her flesh so deep she would not remember the evil done to her. The other names would rumbling in a caldron that he himself stirred killing each memory as he kiss and blew the heat of his lust against her soft sore flesh even as she trembled.

And in that trembling the merest shift of her breath. Her hands no longer fighting the chains that held her from her own pussy and desire. He heard the soft rattle and knew as he thrust his tongue deep inside her worried pleading hole. Perhaps she looked at him or not.

He would let her believe what she would. She would learn his chain kept her safe in a world gone mad. His arms protected her, had carried her, brought her into his lap only to hear her hate. Let her hate but for all the right reasons.

He refused to hear her sobs as anything but a plea to negotiate. She had misused his generosity and now she would know who owned her soul and her body. He would give her pleasure he chose and when. This was more and less and he would have whipped her had he not been so lost in the feeling of her body against his.

Her please and stop were for free women. She would absolutely do as he wished and he wished to taste her as she rode his face. Then when she knew the man who had done such a thing to her was not the others. Only then when she was exhausted and ready for his arms would he snuggled her to him.

He had been a fool to listen to her before. Probably a fool now but it was a fool on his terms. It was time she felt the difference of his chains. Doubt. Worry. Fear. He wanted it all.

And surely as the moon rose at night he would place her arms in that limb and walk her naked in chains thru the Gates of the Keep for all to see. Her destination to be presented before the Lord Holder himself before taking her to his home where her slavery would truly begin.

He groaned in pleasure and lapped deep into her heat unable to get enough. She would learn to serve his pleasure.
 
She could not hold back much longer, the pleasure was immense and while her mind argued the rest of her body betrayed her and a moan was forced from her lips, tears still streaming from her eyes while her mind was fighting with herself, arguing to not enjoy this, but her body did not like being denied and soon her body shivered and squirmed under his torment. Her hips thrusting against his as she grew even more wet, but she was still slightly sore from the snake bites and brutality put on her woman hood so once and a while she did flinch or try to pull away to lessen the pressure, but decided she could only get rest and release from this if she gave in and did as he wanted.

Her body was first to give over to him, which was not surprising at all since he knew what he was doing and wanted this from her so much. His tenderness was very much appreciated as she began to relax a little, opening up a little to him, hoping that by giving him the benefit of the doubt it may prove that she was wrong and he was not like the other men she had meet in the past, or prove that he would not hurt her as Ridos had just hours ago.

She hated him, and even after this she would hate him still, but for now she would cooperate and try to get adjusted to this once again. She had originally pleaded with him in an attempt to warm up to him, maybe find out what he wanted with her other than to force her into this, she wanted to know what else he wanted from her, since he surely did not risk his life for a female just to be able to enslave and fuck her, he could have done that to any drow female that he came across, but instead he specifically wanted her. But that thought was gone, she did not think much about it now or care, she just wanted to satisfy him so she could rest.

She was close to climax and her walls of her tight womanhood tightened even more as a small warning, but she did not know what to do or say, she had her wrists in shackles and her leash was wrapped around the log, and she did not want to have to beg him to let her cum since she did not want it in the first place. Moaning softly she managed to mutter softly, “I…I don’t want anymore… please stop before…” But she trailed off, her breaths a pant as her tears fell into the blanket under her. She needed time to get use to this, and did not want to beg for something she had not wanted in the first place, but her body did the begging for her, her legs lifting slightly, thrusting her womanhood against his tongue as her body wanted the release, soon, if not right now.
 
Even now she was mouthing refusal while he rode his tongue down into her sore cunt. Her hips so urgently bucking into his mouth he was sure she would bloody his nose with her assault. And yet she mutter no.

He ignored her. She was a slave who had forgotten her place. His will. Now that meant climax for his pleasure. He drove in and when not striking deep inside her with his tongue he entered her hungry slit with two fingers and careful not to gouge her in her heated fury.

She had spent a year in the hell of a dugeon. She had spent a day in the chains of Ridos. But she would spend a life time helpless in his collar screaming wildly in pleasure from his touch.

He would make her see who he was. He would mark her body as sure as if he had searing iron to her flesh. There would be no relief from his lust save that which he chose to give her. Tonight he was unmerciful. She had denied him. He would keep her heated past scalding until she declared herself his.

When she said it like she meant it to be true then he would permit her to climax. Until then she would suffer the firey branding of his touch.
 
Feeling him continuing she was so close, able to feel it right within grasp and as it was so close he pulled his mouth away, her body begging for him to keep going, to bring her to that state of climax, but her mind was thankful, glad he had stopped, wanting to still keep what little bit of herself that she could.

She had been in the chains of the humans for more than a year, many years and it had taken a long time till she had escaped, and she had tried her hardest to keep herself out of chains, yet here she was, underneath this man and moaning for his touch, hating herself now for being so weak, telling herself she should have been stronger and this would not have happened.

She could not take it any more, and was hating herself for giving him so much at once, feeling as though her soul had shattered, but her body needed release, it was like a fire that was unable to be put out, and the longer his touch made her burn for release the more energy she burned, making her so much weaker, She could not look at him, but her voice spoke how broken she was as she begged him, a soft plea that tore her heart into pieces, “Please master… Let me have release… let your slave have release please…Master…” She begged, hardly able to get the words out, wanting to bite off her own tongue as she said them, but she needed it.

Her hands had moved up to gently touch her collar, a sign of submission that she had pushed away long ago and remembered at that moment, the spark and spirit in her lovely eyes not there anymore, as though the life from them had been drained, her energy was a major part of it, but so was her soul and emotion, she had just given herself to him, and hoped he would accept and see that he had won, he had what he wanted and she was giving into him and to his pleasure and her torment.
 
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