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The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

"Silviaya the Healer. I saw her once at a battlement. She bent over a human healing him as the battle raged around her. And you have fallen in her stead. Tho they do not talk of it, your deed as a great and those who have been returned whisper your name in praise and blessing." Eliianna recalled with a smile.

“And you’ve come to share this life with a rogue,” Her hand on her son’s forearm as she chuckled.

“I am twice blessed,” Eliianna said and looked evenly at Ariia, “My son has found his soul.”


“The tea is good, my thanks,” Eliianna said. “Be wary. The wind speaks of danger in the wood. I no not what it is afraid to say and when it speak only in whispers. But a warning to be sure.”
 
She nodded slowly, "Yes, mother always had a knack for healing people that were not her own, and I suppose I do take after her a little in that aspect, but it still disturbs me that the people that were freed by me just stood aside instead of speaking up or even telling their families what had happened, but I try not to think about it too much." She said, but when his mother spoke of danger she looked worried and her skin went even more pale, looking to Adan she looked frightened, "Please, we must go to your lord now, I was afraid this would happen, I think it is Him, he is already here, we have to warn your people before it is too late." She said softly before looking to his mother, "Do you know of any way to get word to my people to warn them of this, so they may act, orcs are common enemies and they will most likely help the humans instead of letting the orcs have this place." She said quickly getting up and trying to get ready to go, knowing what his mother was talking about was true, but she was not as concerned for herself as she was for everyone else.
 
Eliianna saw the exchange between her son and her new daughter. The warning held meaning to both. It was relief she felt, glad she did not have to defend her concerns as old woman’s folly or needless worry. It was the girl Ariia knew to Eliianna’s heart that encouraged the patient often too patient Adan into moving.

Eliianna saw the girl move toward the bedroom and called out, “Ariia!”

Eliianna came to her, embracing her and kissing her cheek in the way of her own elven kind. A mother to a daughter. Her hands cupping the girl’s face gently, as she met her eyes.

“From this moment, I take you as my daughter,” The older woman said solemnly. “Speak to the elements and I shall hear you.” A kiss to the girl’s forehead and Elianna released her. “We are now one.”

A sigh and a quick look, “I must be off.”

She turned her attention to her son. Her hand on his large forearm. “Bend and receive my blessing Adan,” She chided with a sly look.

He chuckled as he bent to hold her close and receive a peck on the cheek.

“Take the basket for the trip.” She offered as she stepped from his arms. “Safe journey and return.”

She was out the door as quickly as she had come. Adan stood stunned for a moment fixed in the spot at the chair. His mother had never taken anyone like that. She had never spoken as she had to a stranger. But then Ariia was not a stranger, not to him.

He looked to Ariia but she was disappearing thru the archway to their bedroom. The trip would not be dangerous, but still a precaution from his mother was as good as a prediction. Chain maile he thought, and a sword.

“Daggers are in the top of the chest, Ariia,” He called to her as he stepped to the equipment room.
 
The act on his mothers part was strange, never thinking she would ever have such a thing happen, having maybe hoped one day of having this happen, but she never suspected it would. Smiling up at his mother she nodded, “Please you must go quickly and be careful, I don’t want him or his men to catch you, I already know what they will do, or far worse.” She said softly.

As she entered the room she found the daggers he spoke of and quickly turned her robe into a gown, fit for riding and fighting with slits up the side for easy movement, it was crushed velvet, and a dark purple. When ready she went to Adan and hugged him gently, wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him gently on the lips, “Come, we must go as soon as possible, I don’t want to be caught by them on our way there.” She said before pulling away, “And if anything does happen know I will always be yours, no matter what.” She said, having some hidden meaning in case things did not turn out as planned, such as if she was enslaved again.

Sighing softly she moved to head out of the house knowing he could get ready just as fast as she could and she needed to make sure the horse was ready to go, realizing the day had gone by fairly quickly and it was getting late after the tea with his mother. She stepped outside and headed to get the animal out front in saddle and everything packed hoping they were not too late and that they would not be delayed on the way there, still frightened of the thought of Ridos catching her and torturing her again.
 
There was a copious of tall pines along the wooden fence that bordered the barn. The shrub that hedge along that side was thorny holly and other such cousins to the Pines. Ever watchful. Ever silently vigilant. Practically ignored.

Ignored or cut down in their prime by both human and elven kind alike. Cut and tossed aside while other Pines watched the corpses of seed kin fill with hungry scavenger termites. Digested piece by piece.

The Pines shook limbs full of needles with emotion as a door shut solidly. An elven female drew her scarf over her head and scurried down the dirt road towards whatever awaited her around the curve lined with more Pine. Angry Pine. Pine hiding a secret and hoping for some measure of revenge.

The sifts of smoke from the chimney of the cottage all but sniffed out. The door again opened and closed as the Pines watched. It was not another elf that appeared. Not the light skinned forest elf. This skirted grey skinned elf was drow.

The holly below moved limbs allowing another of her kind, a male. A friend of Pine, Holly and Vines and those others with him, that tore limbs from Oak and Redwood with glee which were fashioned with a sharp point of iron on one end as a weapon were friends. The male and his dozen larger friends looked out toward the cottage and the barn.

The Pine had no name for them individually. They were collective and thought in that manner. These Pines and their Holly cousins saw those watching concealed behind them as Friends. And everyone else was NOT.

The male drow waited behind the holly. He counted the steps of Ariia as she made her way towards the fence where the horse stood looking toward the dirt road. Death came so swiftly there was no scream but the horse had picked up the dull thud as a body fell under an avalanche of rock.

The Drow held his breath as he motioned for the Holly to have the Poison Ivy vines trip and capture Ariia ankles quickly. First her ankles and then her wrists. Once she was unable to caste spells then it would be time to take her back.

The Drow turned to say something to his friend and found himself alone. Looking there was an opening between the Holly in the direction of the cottage. His large friends were single file and moving toward the front door with heavy chains in one hand and clubs in the other. Concealed from anyone looking back.

"A little closer and your mine, Ariia." Ridos whispered under his breath as he turned his attention back to the drow woman.
 
She made her way to the horse, but already she could feel something was not right, it was too quiet, not a single sound out and there was warning all around in the wind making her wonder if she really she go, but she knew they had to and so she continued on till she saw the horse. She was in deep thought and did not think much on too many things around her, and so she did not see the people ready with the thick strong vines, and as the vines caught her legs she began to fall, but something was not right, she knew it. The vines instead of falling wrapped around her legs and soon something came to her wrists yanking them behind her back and making it impossible for her to cast magic with her hands, but that was not to say she could not scream to warn Adan and cast spells with her words, knowing a few that she could use, instantly she tried to scream as her body was bound roughly.

Thankfully drow were not harmed by these types of vines, but her fear went to Adan in the house and she looked over her shoulder fearfully hoping they would not kill him, the fear of losing him all too obvious, not wanting to loose her mate after just getting along. She look around, not noticing who these people were, but one, Ridos, he was no doubt there even as she lay on the ground, her entire body being roughly handled to make sure she could not get free. Soon she was set up so she was sitting on her legs, on her knees on the ground, looking up at Ridos with a glare, preparing a spell already, one that would allow her to use it by just words, but she knew he might be ready and tried to say it before he could gag her or something. The fear of him was still fresh in her mind, making her heart race in her chest, before she looked back to the cottage, hoping Adan would be alright. What might have surprised him was instead of wearing the piercings of his se wore hand crafted ones of Adans, willingly, as well as a collar and all the other anklets and cuffs on her wrists as a slave would, but to her it meant more, but put her at a disadvantage since they each had places for chains to be attached on the hoops of the collar, shackles and anklets.
 
Ridos had to admit it was so very nice to have her kneeling at his feet. His hand came back and arm snapped out before she got off that spell. A stunning blow. That blow to her cheek was meant to turn her head and have her spitting blood from a busted lip. He would be terrible disappointed if it was not.

"I leave you for three days and you forget your manners," Ridos said mildly.

The cottage door behind them exploded into fragments as the fighting inside became fierce. Two Ogres landed outside on their back. One staggered to his feet shook his head and stumbled back inside. The other lay crookedly and still.

Ridos glanced over at her. "Did you think you'd be rid of me so quickly slut?"
 
Looking up at him she had not expected him to strike her so when he did hit her she fell from her knees back on her side, a yelp of pain coming from her as she felt the sting of the blow to her face. It took her a moment before she could get back up again, but she managed to, feeling her head already spinning as she looked up at him again hearing his question she knew she should have given up and just submit to him, but she could not, not when she had just regained herself again.

Hearing the cottage door she instinctively turned to look, hoping Adan was alright before looking back to Ridos nodding her head, "I was hoping I would be free of you, and I am no slut you pathetic excuse for a male, angry just because I won't be yours." She snapped, her body tensing, readying for a slap, kick, or punch of some sort knowing he would hurt her for saying such a thing. She knew more torture would come, but breaking her this time would be much faster and much easier since she had only had three days to heal mentally from what he had done to her.

Her body seemed to shine lightly in the moon light in the gown she wore, not realizing the way she was sitting showed off her long pretty legs. Instantly the wound he had caused healed, the moon providing more than enough energy to heal her body of what he had done, "You have me now please leave the humans alone, there is not reason to attack them, you can leave and I will go with willingly, please just leave everyone here alone." She pleaded knowing it was useless but she had to try, not wanting the entire human kingdom to be enslaved by Ridos.
 
Ariia's reaction. Her yelp and how the blow had her even more helpless on her side. The pleasure of it was all Ridos. He drank it up like a rare wine.

The fight in her had him intoxicated. Her charged words would have normally had him beating her but breaking her would be so slow and terrible this time. She would pay for every inconsiderate thing she uttered. Piece by piece she would surrender to him. Her slavery would be so complete this time.

Another crash of breaking furniture and now a howl of pain. A human howl. Sweet music that meant there would be no more rescues.

"Oh but you're wrong," Ridos told her. "We will be leaving shortly. You in the cart and your beast pulling it. We go to my keep until your completely tamed while this army takes over one cottage or hut at a time."

Ridos hand gently to her cheek. The mark he'd given her gone. The moon was her friend and soon his. There would be agonies in that wagon and by the moonlight healed in moments so that he could torture again. The pain hideous only to be healed before he came at her again. It would last for the whole length of the ride in the moonlight.

"Get her splayed out on her back chained in the straw of the cart as before. Do NOT removed her fine clothes. Take her now!" He told the four Ogres holding her.

"I must see to the harnessing of your beast," Ridos told her and watched as they came to collect her.
 
Hearing Adan worried her and her attention came to the house for a moment hoping he would be alright, worry in her eyes, and fear, knowing she would at this point do just about anything to keep him unharmed, a huge weakness now that she realized this, but she could not help it, she cared for Adan and could not let him get hurt because of her.

Looking back to Ridos she listened to his words shaking her head, “Please leave him alone, don’t harm him.” She pleaded softly. She knew his taming her this time would be much more slow and painful, and she was frightened, no… she was terrified, knowing he was unusually cruel beyond anything that she could have ever done. Looking to the orcs she glared at them, wanting to kill them if they even tried to hurt Adan, and knowing unless Ridos were to put a magic binding collar on her she could still do magic, but she knew he was smarter than that and would have one, a collar that only permitted her to use her healing and nothing else to defend herself with.

Carefully she was picked up and taken to the cart, layed down and carefully they chained her arms down one at a time, all of them being sure not to give her a single moment to attempt at getting free, all of them looking over her and some even wanting to touch her, but only one was brave enough to touch her silky hair before withdrawing his hand and finishing by chaining her legs down and spread apart, but with the gown on it covered her lower region .

She struggled against the chains, trying to lift herself up a little to hopefully see how Adan was doing, knowing she had just dragged him into so much trouble, and hoped he did not hate her for it, and would not try anything to get himself killed.
 
It was a while. A length of time that tried patience and understanding. But It that Ariia seemed to be so fond of was causing an inordinate amount of casualties. Six Ogre's bodies littered the ground one more blocked the entrance to the cottage and another hung over a window. The exact window that Ridos was standing before and peering in at the raging battle.

Six Ogres left. Every piece of furniture in the place destroyed. The back wall of the kitchen encouraging a nice fire that began to creep up and pour smoke into the place. His side had the one man backed into a corner defending himself with a pot and a club, obviously taken from one of the dead.

Everyone was catching their breaths at the moment. It was perfect. Well not everything. The fact that one man was winning again 13 Ogres spoke out loud about skill and determination. Ridos pressed on ignoring that point entirely to make a point of his own.

"I have her," Ridos called out into the cottage. "She's in the cart . I'll let you see her if you come quietly. If not I'll walk back to the cart while your playmates keep you busy and have a chat. Your choice..."

"What's it going to be?" Ridos called out ensure that Ariia could hear his offer.
 
Hearing Ridos's words she feared for the worst, knowing he would hurt her if Adan did not come out and willingly without a fight. Something told her he might not, but she was not going to plead for him to do as he was told and waited to see what he would do, her body struggling against the chains as she lay there defenseless and so vulnerable.

She did want to see Adan and preferably unharmed, but that was up to him, she would not be the one to make him give in or surrender for her sake, but at the moment she could think of nothing she would like more than to see him and be assured that she would be alright and that he cared for her and was there.

Then she thought about what Ridos had said and hoped he was not lying to Adan, possibly with no intention to allow him to see her, so taking a deep breath she spoke loud shouting to Adan, "He will hurt me no matter what Adan, he wants to break me and have you pull the cart I am in," She said before silencing herself before Ridos got there to harm her for her outburst knowing it would be coming.
 
The sound of battle bled out into the yard. It ended quickly once Adan had a look at the cart. Her voice to him and he dropped to his knees before them. Abandoning his weapon.

Ridos came closer. Smirking. Enjoying the surrender of the mountain. Watching the Ogres strip him. Leaving him with only his loin cloth. Whatever had happened between the two Ridos recognized it was not Master and slave. Their Achilles heel and his leverage. Much could be done in the name of love. So very much, Ridos thought.

“Submit slave,” Ridos commanded in a show of power.

It was for the Ogres and for himself. Ridos watched as the big man placed his forehead to the ground. His arms outstretched and crossed at the wrists. The Ogres chained those large paws. But it was Ridos who put the finishing touches on humility.

Ridos spread his legs and reached for his pants. A warm stream shot out splashing on Adan’s back briefly. The big bull jerked and clenched his fists but did not attack the Drow.

“Thank your Master slave,” Ridos said as he put himself back neatly and placed his hands on his hips.

“Fuck you Master!” Aden growled.

Ridos pulled his leg back and kicked the bigger man squarely in the face and then he laughed. The Ogres looked on impressed by the whole ordeal.
“Get him harnessed,” Ridos ordered.

Ridos stepped away then stopped. He spoke without turning around. His eyes on the cart.

“Just for that I’m going to torture her very slowly now and I won’t stop until we reach the Lake of the Moon,” Ridos said to Aden, “I’m sure she’ll want to thank you later.”

Ridos walked to the cart and stepped into it. He pulled the drapes around it before turning to her.

“What a pretty dress and to think I have the perfect collar to go with it! Are you allergic to magic?”
 
Hearing the silence she felt her heart sink, she knew what he had done and struggled against her chains as she wanted to get free and see what was happening, and even though she could not see she could hear very well and guess what was happening. The sound of Adan dropping to his knees, then Ridos’s words for him to submit, shaking her head she could hear the soft sounds and figured she knew what he had done.

Hearing the stream and then the struggle she could only guess what had happened and did not want to imagine it herself, knowing it was meant to greatly humiliate her love, but it did not do so for her, she saw it weak for Ridos to do that while Adan was bound and the fact he did not harm the drow showed how strong he was.

The next sounds of the kick worried her and she struggled with her chains again, but was soon joined in the cart by Ridos, looking up at him she already could feel the fear coursing thought her, not wanting to know what ways he would torture her in there, and just to get to Adan and show he should have just done as he said, but she figured he would have tortured her either way and did not blame Adan for this. Hearing Ridos’s question she tensed as she knew what he had, “If you use a magic collar on me I may be unable to heal and killed, I know your hate for me and unless you have a specific one I could possibly die Ridos, I want no collar or yours, I am happy with the one I have.” She said, referring to the silver one placed on her a long while ago. She tried to keep still, not wanting her dress to slip off of her womanhood or else he would see not only his own piercings, but the one Adan had given her, the one she had asked for from him. It would also be noticed that Adan had replaced Ridos’s piercings and put in much nicer ones of his own, and she soon wondered if he would be replacing them with his own now that he did not have to give her to the orcs and ogres this time and could keep her for himself.

She knew this ride would be long and hoped she would not break down before getting to the lake, knowing it would seem so much further with Ridos doing as he pleased with the young woman and would try to make her scream in spite of her lover pulling and being forced to listen, so she told herself to try her best not to make much sounds.
 
"Ahhh... so bitter," Ridos said as he showed her the collar that glowed with glyphs ablazing.

He stepped to her. His empty hand reaching out to slowly stroke down her body. His fingers stopping at her right breast. Cupping and pinching. He frowned as he felt the pierced rings. Different rings by the feel of them.

"Naughty girl," Ridos said and click his tongue in disapproval.

He looked down her body. His eyes resting hard on her open thighs, "You've made some alterations without my permission. We'll have to see about that won't we."

Then his lips curled up at the ends like milk gone sour. His hand to the necklace around her throat.

"But first let's get you something ..... more permanent," Ridos said and tore the necklace off her.

The collar of Submission. It prevented the wearer from doing harm in any form to the one placing it around the neck. It negated every other spell by the wearer save a heal spell.

Ridos was keen on the last few parts because the collar enhanced all sensations for the wearer. Ariia would feel every pain and every forced pleasure exponentially.

Once the words to bind the body were said the body of the collared person would obey the speaker while the person's will was unchanged. The effected lasted for three hours at a time and could be said four times a day.

Ridos had chosen not to invoke the binding of words yet. That he was saving for the keep. For now it was enough just to have her feel the loss of her control and the drain of her magic into the collar that controlled her.

"Enjoying the cold of submitting to me slut?" Ridos hissed as he brought the magic collar around her neck.
 
Seeing the collar her eyes widened and she shook her head quickly, struggling hard against the chains, “No please don’t put that on me, I already said I would do as you say, there is no need for that.” She pleaded, trying anything she could to keep the thing away from her. Feeling his hand along her body made her tense and flinch away from his hand, not wanting his touch, knowing he would and could not be too kind to her.

Feeling him touching the piercing she looked up at him and nodded, “Yes, the ones you gave me were ugly and hateful, I was given these and allowed him to pierce me again, please let me keep them, they are beautiful and look very beautiful, please let me keep what he has given me.” She asked softly, her body relaxing as he touched her more.

As his hand came to the necklace and ripped it away she struggled against the chains again wanting it back, “No! Please allow me to wear it, or keep it, please I beg you let me keep it.” She asked softly, wanting the necklace back since it had been made by Adan and meant a lot to her. Looking up at him she tried to avoid the collar being put on her, knowing well what it did since she knew magic very well, she was even so frightened for the collar she was ready to revert to biting him if he got too close to her neck with it.

“Keep that horrible thing away from me, I don’t want it, and I don’t need it.” She snapped, tugging at her chains, the metal turning her wrists red with every tug, not yet breaking skin, but if she did not calm herself or stop she would injure her legs and wrists, and since she could control her healing she could let them bleed out till she was too weak to be any fun for Ridos.
 
Begging. It happened to be one of Ridos turn ons. He could not resist. Her confession about replacing his piercing was delicious. Certainly a reason to punish her, not that he needed any but it would set the tone for her enslavement.

He had thought she would fight him as he touched her but instead he was pleasantly surprised that she seemed to surrender. The physical contact had been important and with the collar it would be more so.

Physical. She seemed to be a woman who required physical. The necklace and the piercing were examples of physical reminders. He would give her other physical reminders. Things she would remember and hate but find herself needing more and more of.

It was the look in her eyes as the collar came to her neck that has him open mouth panting. Her disgust. Her revulsion. The fear suddenly emerging and she fought as she could.

Ridos cared little about bleeding, the pain she caused herself would stop with the collar firmly in place if he wished it and spoke of it to her. Her defiance was heart warming and he just wanted to drive his cock deep in her as he cut her with a dagger or pierced her flesh with needles or some other punishment.

He planned to train her to need pain and permission to orgasm. He would train her for so much more.

His hands placing the collar firmly and tightly around her neck. Fought, thought she did there was little she could do to stop him. Delay perhaps but now that the collar had found its place he mouth the words to set it tight against her neck.

“NOOO!! Ariia..!!”

The snap of several whips from the other side of the curtain. The barking of man calling her name. The Ogres encourage the beast to pull the cart. Promising to fuck her should he delay.

Ridos grinned as the cart lurched and then moved slowly. He turned back to his captured prize. Taking the gloves of needles from his belt he slipped his hands into each one. Showing her the points along the palm and fingers. Then his needle gloved hands at her skirt hem along her thigh.

“Where were we?”
 
Feeling the collar lock around her neck she tensed and her eyes watered, feeling the collar begin to take her magic from her, except enough to heal herself, but even then she did not do so, she knew the collar well and that if she wanted him to use the collar more she would have to force him to use it to get what he wanted from her. Hearing Adan she could not help but look in the direction of his voice, “Adan, I’m fine for now, please just do as they say I will be alright.” She assured him before looking to Ridos, her heart pounding hard as she looked at him and began to speak, speaking in drow, but so softly that Adan would have a difficulty hearing her words.

“You would not allow them to have me would you?” She asked, barely loud enough to be eaves dropped on by her lover, but she wondered if Ridos knew that Adan knew their language, if so he would probably not care either way. Watching him put on the gloves she looked at them then to him again, “Please, torture me as you please, but I have not forgotten what had happened in the cart with you, and I will obey as well, just please let me see him, let me sleep next to him at night and be with him and I will do whatever you say, there will be no need for the collar to even be on me at that point. Just let me see him and I will obey you, Master.” She pleaded, her tone soft and sweet, but then again all of the elven language sounded like that so there was little difference, but what she was doing was submitting without having to be tortured into obeying, she offered her submission freely to him, so long as he allowed her that small little reward of seeing her lover, and if he were smart he would take it and gain her obedience without ripping her apart.

As she had done before she turned her head to the side, her hair draping off of the collar to show it against her beautiful flesh, had she had access to her hands she could have done more, and if her arms and legs were released she would do so. “You have me collared Master, if you will lengthen the chains I will prove to you that I mean to keep my word.” She asked softly. She could feel the needles against her skirt and it seemed little protection for her flesh as they gently pricked her skin making her tense, but she remained still for him, “Please do what you want with me, hurt me as you wish, all I beg of you is to let your slave have that one small request of her master and I will do as you order.” She said softly, hoping Adan did not hear any of her words, knowing she was speaking so soft even Ridos might have been hardly able to hear it, and if Adan did she hoped he did not hate her for trying to get Ridos to allow them to be with each other by giving him what he wanted with little fight, no doubt she would fight him a little, but what she asked was a slave begging her master for a small amount of kindness in letting her see Adan.

If Adan had heard she knew he might argue and tell her no, at which point she would ignore him and explain it to him later and apologize, but until then she was Ridos’s slave and her attention was on him, her master.
 
"Ah ...Ah... Ah!" Ridos scolded. "Punishment first, naughty slave. You've inconvenienced me over several days. The least I can do is repay you in kind. Afterwards, we might discuss sleeping arrangements."

Ridos hands pressing a little on the girl's thighs. The needles of the glove sinking into the fabric further. Everything he wanted lay beneath. He licked his lips and slowly pushed the hem of her dress higher up on her legs so that her panties showed. The gloves scraping her flesh enough to leave light scratches and be uncomfortable. He watched her reaction until he saw the panties covering her.

Ridos eyes narrowed. His lips tightened. His hand flattened and drew back suddenly.

"Covering your pussy is not permitted," He snarled and spanked her clit and pussy with sharp blows of the needle gloves four times.

"Beg forgiveness slut!"
 
Hearing him she could feel the fear wash over her and remained as still as possible, feeling that glove scratching against her legs, not hurting, but making it hard for her to remain still. But the moment she looked at the panties she did not realize what it was that had angered him till he said it and soon his hand came down hard, the needles pierce into her softly flesh from the strikes, managing to hold back two of her screams, but the third and fourth strike forced screams of pain from her lips and quickly she tried to gather herself enough to speak.

“P-Please… Master… forgive me, I did not know… I’m sorry I did not know… please forgive me master… I did not know you did not want them on me, please no more… please stop.” She begged her body shaking as she spoke trying to keep her poor defenseless womanhood from being even more painfully brutalized by him, knowing he would rip her to shreds with the gloves and mar her lovely skin, just to have her heal it, hence why she knew he would not go easy on her. She cried hard, sobbing in pain from the spanking with the needled glove, her words coming out, but barely a mutter, “Please master forgive me, I did not know you did not want me wearing them and I and sorry for having them on, please do not punish me for it, please master I beg you remove them and do as you please, just no more of the glove, I am sorry and have learned my lesson, please master forgive me.” She pleaded.

She felt weak already from the collar, and hoped Adan did not find her any more weak for giving in and obeying, but her words were true, she did not think Ridos would come back for her, nor did she knew he did not want her wearing panties so to punish her was merely cruelty on her part, but she was not about to call him out on it if it meant a more brutal beating, wanting to spare her body the pain of all the horrible things he had to brutalize her body with before finally maybe just taking her, not sure if him raping he would be gentle or hatefulled.
 
Ridos had to know. The flesh covered by her panties hid the attention he had focused on her. His tongue licking out over his lips as she begged. His needle gloved fingers traced the edge of her seam. He slowly hooked a finger on that material against her thigh and pulled it aside exposing her new rings for his pleasure.

"Well," Ridos whispered in a deep tone.

His eyes full of her open pleasure. The work of the needles from his punishment already swelling her labia. His heart beat pounding in his chest.

His whisper a hiss in the air as he told her, "Raise your hips and offer your cunt for my use, pretty slut."
 
Seeing him remove her underwear she looked down at the ring Adan had placed in her then back to Ridos, hoping he would not cause her harm that way. She watched everything he did, remaining still for him like a good girl and waited for his next order.

Without hesitation she quickly lift her hips up the best she could with the chains on her ankles that the orcs had put on her to keep her down on her back. “Yes Master.” She muttered, holding herself up a little uncomfortable so he could have what he wanted, but still she did not like the word or term slut, but she did not say anything, instead she remained silent, not arguing, but hoping he would think of another name to call her.

Her beaten pussy was sore and she did not want his touch on it, let alone anything else that he might think of to do to her. Looking away from him she felt tears still running from the previous pain caused to her body, shaking and attempting to not flinch every time he touched her, knowing she just had to hang in there and she might be able to see Adan and receive some sort of kind treatment from him atleast, a kind word and gentle caressing, yes that was what she looked forward to now, just being able to be with him.
 
Ridos gloved finger went to the new adornment on her clit. The one place he had not pierced. The metal of it stared back at him in defiance. He ran a finger over the ring.

"This is new," He remarked mildly.

His other hand scrolling up her body. The glove needles nipping where he touched. The hand came to rest over her breast. Cupping it with his palm of needles as he eyed her ringed clit. His thoughts took a darker turn guessing this jewel was voluntary.

"Tell me... are you wet thinking that I might cause you to suffer?"
 
Watching him eye her piercing she felt she should be frightened, he had not placed it on her and so she wondered what he would do to her, remove it and merely replace it or allow her to keep it. When he commented on it being new she nodded, not saying anything about it, knowing he would make a decision on it.

But her attention was soon forced to the needled glove grasping her breast, making her cringe in pain, shaking her head slowly, "Please not so hard Master." She muttered before thinking about his question, not wanting to lie or she could get punished or hurt, but she did not want to tell the truth because he might hurt her for not saying yes.

Shaking her head she looked away from him again, "No I am not, making me suffer the way you have will not, it is too much pain to try to enjoy at all Master." She replied, hoping he would not punish her for her words, wondering how much further they had to go, not wanting to force Adan to go faster since he could only go as fast as he could with those horrible orcs and ogres harming him. She took a slow breath before speaking, "It was put on me the today, he took me to his barn to a post, chained my arms above my head to a post and pierced it, I wanted it, that is true, but please don't hurt me for it." She said softly looking up at him. She did leave out the pain it had caused and that she had to heal it immediately after to keep it from hurting.
 
Her hips lifted in offering. His hand on her breast as she whimpered and offered an explanation. She had asked to be pierced on her clit. A slow thin smiled played along his lips. She had asked for what purpose, Ridos wondered. Perhaps he should find out.

He slowly lowered his mouth to her clit. Opening like a predatory fish with rows upon rows of sharp teeth. Her taste light still. His gloved hand cupping her one breast. His tongue playing with the ring at her clit as he tried to swallow the rings on her labia.

Heat her for his purpose. Instill in her the combination of pleasure with pain. Force her to beg for that combination before he would permit her to orgasm. He speculated how much time it would take to break her to that pleasure. Even imagining that she would be wet as he told her to fetch his whip.

He began to mouth her. Swirling around her clit ring with his tongue. Chewing her labia. Stripping away at every form of resistance she could offer. Breaking her to his harsh depraved touch until she at some point was addicted and craved it. Especially when she hated him and hated herself for needing it.

There was also the matter of that buck of her pulling the cart. He would be so horribly useful in her complete slavery. Her weakness and Ridos strength against her. All he had begun to plan for them was as Sadistic as he could make it. First Ariia was to be broken while in the cart. She would become fully his very soon he hoped.

Then she would help to destroy the buck. Using him as a trophy and her as his prize among the drow. He turned his attention back to her again.

Lifting off her mound briefly he spoke, "And now? Tell me of the pain and pleasure you are receiving at your Master's hands."
 
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