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He realized he enjoyed the feel of her breast in his hand... and gave it a gentle squeeze... he tweaked her nipple lightly, knowing these sensations were new to the girl. He couldn't help smiling at the sight of her holding his cum in her mouth. He wondered why she hadn't swallowed... maybe she didn't like the taste. perhaps.. but then a thought occurred to him. Didn't she know that she was meant to swallow... it was obvious she knew enough not to let it drop after his explicit orders.

That nearly made him laugh. He wondered if he should just let her hold it in her mouth until she figured it out for herself. He leaned forward feeling a certain fondness for this girl. While she did make him angry ever so often, he knew well enough that on most occasions it was because of his own shortness of temper. The girl was trying her best to please him. When she erred, it was usually on the side of caution, like her kneeling outside the door, so he would have his privacy or from her simply not knowing what was required of her. He gently ran his hands down the length of her hair, smoothing it down and carefully pushing it behind her shoulders.

A small smile played on his lips as he looked into her beautiful green eyes... her tears making them shinier and even more captivating than usual. "Swallow" he whispered as he pulled her hands away from her mouth. He held the jar of water out to her so she could have a little drink to help wash it down with and then touched her moist lips tracing the curve with his fingers. "You did well, little one" he said.

And she had. He was feeling lethargic and good... and sleepy. That in itself was new.. usually the fear of his nightmares returning kept him awake till late, in the hopes of tiring himself out so much, that he'd be forced into a dreamless sleep. Today, he was already tired, but it was a different and sweet ache that held his muscles in its soft grip. His fingers ran down the side of her neck and to her front.. he touched the little wound above her heart and a drop of blood reddened her skin. He wiped the blood off her and gently flicked his fingers over her other nipple.
 
sarah felt the cum flow through her mouth and she whimpered each time he played with ehr breast whith squeezing it a bit. it was so wanderfull soft for him and his rough hand and the roughened textrure of his skin made it just more pleasuring for her. He leaned fortha nd whispered in her hear ear that she should swallow it. Glad she would be allowed to get it out she received a glass of water form him and started drinking with both hands around the glass so she would not accidently break it.

Whens he was about to finich her glass of water she flinched nearly spitting it out or spilling some as he reached for her brreastsagain fondling it getnly and softly squeezing. the fot flesh gave in to his grip and it was like a soft pillow being formed by him so it would just be most comfortable for his sleep. The whole touching session amde the girl a bit confused due to the pleasure and she gasped when he swiftly brushed voer her skin then touched the wound and brushed the blood away, earning a blush form her.

When he went a bit lower to flick her hardened nipple she finally flinched and whimpered out. She was glad that she had swallowed the water at that point and had put the glass away. her hands where behind her as she did not dare to cover her body in shame as long as he was enjoying to play with it. Each time he squeesed or felt her nipple a bolt of electric pelasure rippled through ehr body making it shiver in pleasure she never received before.
 
It was obvious she was enjoying his attentions. He smiled at that... her inexperienced body was betraying the pleasure she felt and the curiosity she barely held in check. The soft smoothness of her skin was something he himself couldn't seem to get enough of. He heard her almost whimper as he played with her nipples... he pinched it slightly adding the lightest under current of pain to the pleasure.

Hooking a finger under her chin he turned her face up to look at him. Leaning in he brushed her soft lips with his own... before kissing her more deeply, sucking on her upper lip. He took it between his teeth and bit her lip... just hard enough to draw a little blood. Tasting the slightly metallic hint of her blood, he pulled away and straightened, licking his own lips. He took in a deep breath as he smiled and stretched. "I think I'll sleep now" he said. Then looking at her he asked, "Now, I don't have to tie you to my bed to keep you out of trouble do I?"

He wondered if he should. Sure, she seemed all eager to please and serve, but thinking rationally... he'd practically taken her from her home. And well it hadn't been the easiest day for her, and it could get much worse. She now knew what it meant to be his slave, at least to a small degree. And her fear and imagination would be able to fill in the gaps. She might try to run... but in the middle of the night she wouldn't get very far. He had a secret network of informants he'd cultivated in every village that came under his purview. Which meant, if she chose to run to the villages it would only be a matter of time, before he had her again. The option was to try a break for the forest, that would be foolhardy. In any case, even if she survived the wild beasts that hunt there, he was a excellent tracker. No.. she couldn't run. But since she didn't know that, she might still try it.

He wasn't afraid she would try and kill him. Not only was it so totally against her nature, he wasn't the sort of man to go in his sleep. No.. the more immediate threat was that she might try to kill herself.

But he waited for her answer anyways.
 
sarah winced and her whole body flinched as he pinched her nipple a bit more than before sending a painfull sensation through her body mixed with pleasure.A squeak of complain escaped her mouth but that was the whole reaction. she felt weird her sotmach was tingling due to the touches she received from him and she could not keep her voice low each timehe touched and pinched her. It was like it was impossible not to let out a whimpered sound each time he did.

She flinched surprised when he tilted her chin up and looked down at her. She looked up and the next second she felt her masters warm lips on hers. Soon she tilted her head back submmitting into the kiss more out of fear to be punished if she did not. et it caused her master to bite her lip a bit and it hurt so she gave out another whimpering sound. shen he leaned back letting her breathe his lisp where stained with a faint trace of her blood which he gladly licked off. "Now, I don't have to tie you to my bed to keep you out of trouble do I?" he asked her and she flinched. She would not dare to run sos he shook her head timidly.

Deep within she had pondered to run but if she did she knew he would get her and then she would need to be glad if she want killed or tortured even more. She knew the punishment for treason and if a slave ran away it was treated as such. she swallowed and looked up with her green orbs seeking his. Fear filled her. The idea of suicide flashed through her head but she could nto do that. It was also treason in a way as she ended her servitude to the person who owned her without his permission. She did not know if in her death someone could get her but she was afraid he had that much power.
 
Even though she shook her head... he knew it would be best to keep her tied up for the first few days at least. Until he was sure she had come to terms with her lot in life. he realized it was cold and she didn't have a stitch of clothing on. While it was infinitely more appealing to look at her this way, he knew it wasn't the most practical! Indicating her clothes he told her, "It'll only get cooler as the night progresses. You might want to put that back on."

He watched as she got the gown and drew it over her head and covered herself. A little sense of disappointment ran through him as her body was once again shielded from his vision. Tying her to the bed was not too bad an idea... but with the weather being what it was he decided closer to the fireplace might be better. Taking a length of corded leather bindings he wound her wrists together, "You may not think it necessary, and maybe in time I might come to agree with you, but for now..." he said as he secured her wrists. He then led her closer to the hearth and finding a suitable ring in the wall tied her off to that. "Sleep here tonight the fire should keep you warm.. plus, here you can make sure it doesn't run out of logs" he said pointing to a small stack of firewood by the side.

Of course, the fact that lying in bed he had an excellent view of the fire and consequently of her did help him make that decision. He could fall asleep watching her.... he thought to himself as he climbed into bed and pulled the quilt up. He turned to his side watching her as she lay curled up in front of the fire. He smiled as he shut his eyes and let the sweet embrace of sleep steel him gently away.
 
Sarah gasped as he grabbed her wrists ad tied them togather with a leather strap that slightly cut into her soft skin. she whimpered at that and looked at him with a surprised look. At his explanations for tying her her head dropped sadly. So he indeed did not trust her. She could understand it in fact yet it still hurt her in a way. She was his slave and for that she would have thought her master to trust her. It stung her heart for the slightest bit which irritated her just even more than the whole situation did already.

He told ehr to sleep at the fireplace to keep her warm and she nodded. addling voer to the warm fire she thought what she could do to make the ground less hard andmore comfortable. coming to no idea she just layed dwona nd urled up into a small ball on the ground. The leatehr strap was connected to his bed so she was turned towards him to sleep in a comfortable position the fire in her back. When she closed her eyes to sleep the relieveing sensation of he rbody beoming heavy with rest spread through her and soon she drifted off.

As she was so exhausted he was still awake when she came to sleep. He would see her cute face relaxed form all the fear and pain in a peaefull expression while she slept and recharged her energy. Her shest rose and fell slightly with her breatha nd form time to time she did stirr when a small spark form the fire landed on her skin. harmless yet still warm and irritating. From time to time she murmured blubbbered sonsense in her sleep which sounded like patches of her dream yet he did not understand it and as she slept well it seemed to be a good dream
 
Kylar had slept well.. better than he could remember in a long time. No nightmares haunted him and he woke refreshed. It was a new and welcome feeling and he smiled. He wondered why he felt so blissful this morning... but he slowly rose from his bed and stretched.

Suddenly it all came rushing back to him. Sarah. Slave. Ah.. interesting night! He grinned and looked around. He found his new slave curled up in front of the fireplace and still asleep. No doubt she was exhausted from all that had transpired the day before. Her wrists were tied, but otherwise she was a picture of childlike innocence. She slept with her hands tucked under her head and the rest of her curled up in a foetal position. For a moment he looked at the peace writ all over her sleeping form. Sleep must be an escape for one such as her.. he thought to himself. And for that he envied her. Maybe even resented her a little. For sleep had always been a nightmarish place, where the ghosts of his past haunted him relentlessly.

Still, it wasn't that which motivated him now, he thought it best that she learned her duties sooner rather than later. He searched his things for an old riding crop he still had. He hardly ever used it anymore... but fortunately he'd never gotten around to disposing of it. Now, he had use for it again. Without making any noise he approached her sleeping form and let the flat end of the crop slowly move up her leg. He used it to raise her gown.. slowly so as not to wake her... until he had it more or less bunched up around her waist. The back of her thighs and her ass was now exposed to him.

Without the hint of a warning he raised his crop and let it fall smack down on her ass... he immediately repeated it with one more to the back of her thigh! The slap of the leather against skin was satisfyingly loud. He was certain it would smart for a while before the feeling subsided. Perhaps not the most polite way to wake someone.. but effective in the case of a slave, sleeping later than her master!
 
It was a wonderfull day the clouds where nearly not present a searing hot sun glared ontot he forests. Inside the forests stood a small hut. Elks and goats where eating the grass around it and a middle aged woman carried a basked full with pure white gowns out of an other hut and hung them on a string. A man exited the hut and hugged the girl form behind brushing through her brownish long hair and petted her round stomach which indeed looked like it beared new life. ....SMACK.

A srearing pain went through sarah's leg and her eyes snapped upen and her whole body flinched. SMACK! Another hit hit her thigh and shescreamed out crying form the pain violently ripped out of her peaefull dreams. On her bare ass and thigh showed a bright red mark where the crop had hit her so hard. Whimpering she tried to cover her ass and the sore skin to rub it to prevent it form hurting more yet leatehr straps arond her writs held her hand back painfully ian dshe whimpered as she was not able to hold her wounds. Soon she realized where she was and that her vision had been ehr dream.

She caught her master gaze and gasped when he stared at her ass not without smirking. She tried to coverherself again held back by the ties making her whimper and shiver in emberassment. "g-good morning master" she forced out in a whining voice still in pain. He was so cruel why did he have to do that coudln't he just have waken her usual? No he had to whip her awake make her feel pain and misery. her small hands striuggled agaisnt the leather but the leatehr was stronger. "how did you sleep master?" she asked while she futilely tried to get on her knees out of her laying position
 
He held the end of the crop to her cheek... she could feel the leather warm against her skin and he was sure, her ass and thigh would be warmer still. "I slept well... " he answered. "And the next time i'd much rather see you awake before me!"

He reached down and undid the ties on her hand and helped her up. "Now.. go on down to the kitchen and get yourself cleaned up. Tilda can help you with a change of clothes as well. Bathe, change and then bring me up my breakfast!" As she turned around he slapped her ass to get her on her way.

Kylar went to the bowl of cold water he kept by the window and splashed himself with the frigid water, bringing him to full wakefulness in an instant. He then did a few mild stretches and pulls warming his body up before reaching for his sword and heading out to the open field just outside his front door. There he went through his daily morning rituals. Holding the sword up with both hands, the hilt close to his chest, while the blade was held straight edged and almost touching his nose. For a moment he did nothing... Letting his mind focus until nothing else remained in his circle. Just him and the sword... and then they were both one and the same. He was one with the weapon. Another breath and he started to spread his awareness outwards, while maintaining his sense of oneness. In his mind he heard the birds chirping, bees buzzing, the rustle of wind in the grass.... he even heard a single blade of grass bending. He was one with his environment.

He launched fluidly into forms, positions, attacks, blocks and defense... his sword cut a steady swath through the air. He was unaware of anything but the sword and his movements... and at the same time, he was aware of everything. As his body limbered up his speed increased. Until pretty soon, the sword was but a blur while his own movements were getting hard to follow.

Having finished his practice... he headed up the stairs to his chamber and stripping himself once again, he filled the tub with water and in immersed himself in the same. He let all the strain and tension from his muscles ease out of him. And he stayed in the tub waiting for Sarah.
 
sarah stumbled to the kithen her littel assmassively in pain. Tilda waited and scolded her heavily for sleeping so long and then let her have a ol dbath again liek they day before. Yet this time arah would be allowed to comb and brush her skin herself. It came out as the same result as the day before yet without the painfull precedure of getting the knots out ofher hair as they where still straight from the day before. Soon she had her breakfast eaten which consisted of two slices of delicious bread and even a little old hard cheese yet it tasted very good. At least for her taste.

She was hadned a similar palte as the day before for supper yet it was now served with an expesive herb tea and two cooked eggs. She waddled to the room of her master swaying some under the weight of the plate. It was heavier than before and her butt and thigh still hurtlike hell. When she entered the room without knowking as it was impossible witht he plate she found her master in the tub again and smiled at his relaxed face. Yet next to him was the crop in the range of his reacha nd fear was spread over her face.

"master i bring your breakfast" she said happiyl and walked up to him then held it out on him this time resting the plate on the edge of the tub as she knew she would not be able to hold it and it would all fall down and that would anger him. She hoped he was in a better mood than when he got up and whipped her. "i hope it tastes alright and i hope you did not wait too long?" she asked and bowed her head.
 
He smiled at the presence of mind the girl showed in propping the platter against the edge of the tub. But today he wasn't in the mood for it. "Today i'd rather have you feed me, slave" He lay back completely relaxed as he let the girl hurry to start feeding him with her own hand.

The food was indeed delicious and he didn't waste any time about it. He had a rough day ahead of him. Reports had been coming in of increasingly daring attacks on the villages along the border by raiding parties. He was to take his men on a little scouting expedition. Once she was done, he was ready to step out of the tub. She knew well enough by now to bring him his towel and dry him.

It was fun having someone to serve you 24x7! And the other benefits weren't exactly painful either he thought, as he pictured her naked once more, kneeling between his knees.
 
sarah Bowed ad dried him iff as he told her so. She saw him walk to his armor and put it on while she brought the remains of the food back to the kitchen. Whens he returned to her masters room he was already completely armored and strapped the sword to his side with an determined expression on his face. This expression made Sarah feel weird it was the same one he had worn when he had lead his horse towards her old home.

"master where are you going like this?" she asked curiously with a hint of concern in her voice. She would follow him until he was outside of his hut and bribed his horse. She swallowed and took a step back when he swung himself up the horse and looked down on her towering so high on that horse. She remembered how he had easily pulled her up there and decided to take a step back before he got the idea of repeating that process and she definitely did not want to be on a horse for a half day again.

She did not want where he was going nor did she know if she really wanted him to return. Sure she would be free but she could propably never return home after what she did and to live a lone or as a homeless girlw as unpleasant let alone dangerous. She was tied to him which was the fact why she also cared for his wellbeing. If he died she would be alone and would have nowhere to go
 
As she left to clear his plates, he went about getting dressed. Having pulled on his armour he got his sword belt and slung it low on his hips. Today, he also got a quiver full of arrows and strung that to his back and picked up his recurved bow. By the time she got back, he had turned completely serious and his mind was racing ahead planning and preparing himself for the tasks that lay ahead.

He heard her and said in a distracted manner, "There have been reports of marauders in the province... I go to investigate." It may not be much, but he had better be careful. His men should be waiting for him downstairs by now. They knew what was required of them, he had trained them well enough to be able to work as a team. When he came out he acknowledged them with a nod, then swung himself up on to his charger and grabbed the reins. He looked down once and saw the girl standing there looking up at him. She had an odd look about her... as if she weren't sure if she wanted to see him again or not. But he could see from her own gentle nature, she probably didn't want any harm to come to him. He gave her a slight smile and then called out to his men, "Move out". By the time he'd turned his horse around his face was a mask of determination.

They rode out to the outer villages... and once there, they proceeded to rounding up folks and questioning them. It was not easy to sift through the ramblings of most of these peasants, fear played odd tricks with the mind and often people saw things that weren't really there. So to find the actual facts and separate them from fiction was a tiresome pursuit. But at the end, after having visited enough villages, he came to realize that these raiders used the cover of the forest to move around unseen. Emerging from within the thick shroud of vegetation only to make quick strikes at their targets and then immediately withdraw back into the forest.

They also seemed kinda well organized, which probably meant there was a 'leader' to this band of miscreants. He needed to find where they hid or made camp.. and identify the brains behind this outfit. He wondered if he needed more men.. in any case he sent a rider out to the Keep to bring word to the Sheriff.
 
She wathed him disappear on top of his horse and then turned towards the open door of the house. The wind blew and her hair followed the wind as she let her gaze wander over the treetops bending to the wind aswell. It looked so peacefull. She sighed and went inside and then up to the room of her master to see waht she could do in time. She figured if she would run away Tilda wouldn't stop her but if her master would get her she would regret it for sure she knew that.

Sighign she sat down on his bed and stared at the fireplace. It was black and the scorched wood was not even smoin anymore. It was a strange procedure how the wonderfull smelling wood was changed into black coal and then into those grey ashes that looked so useless and cold lying in the fireplace. She stood up and fetched a glass of water and drunk it savoring the taste of the cold water runing down her throat. It tasted good and it was clean unlike the string water in her village.

Slowly the tiring cozy warmth of his bed overwhelmed her. She did not sleep enough or at least it felt like she didn't. She still felt sore at her butt formt he whips and her wrists where still red form the straps yet the inviting warmth of the bed wa stronger than the threat from her sore skin. Slowly she let herself drop back int the pilows her master had used. Closing her eyes she dozed off into the worlds of dreams again.
 
By the time Kylar got back, the shadows were growing long. He had set up soldiers to patrol the edge of the forest, but he knew it wasn't a permanent solution. It was a large forest after all. It stretched for miles and even abutted his own home. He would have to lead a posse into the forest itself and try to hunt them down. But he'd need a fresh trail to follow... for now there was nothing to do but wait for their next attack.

He rode in through the gates and found Jonas, the stable hand, hurrying to meet him. Kylar reined in his mount and hopped off. He handed over his reins and strode in to his home. Tilda was the first to greet him, "Welcome back, sire. Shall I get you something to eat or drink perhaps?"

"All in good time, Tilda" he replied. And then noticing that his new slave was conspicuously absent, "Eh.. where's Sarah?" That seemed to touch a raw nerve, for Tilda's face darkened. She did her best to hide it though, "Haven't seen her all day... she's been holed up in your room far as I know."

Kylar smiled and nodded. He remembered that last night he had told her she was confined to the room. Good... she'd obeyed. He should have left her tied up in there, but the raiders had been a slightly more serious problem and he'd been preoccupied. That's why it had slipped his mind. But if Tilda was right and she had stayed in there all day, then maybe he wouldn't need to keep her tied up all the time. He was pulling off his studded leather gloves as he climbed the stairs up to his room.

As he opened the door and saw her, he thought to himself.. so.. someone's been sleeping in my bed! For a flash second an inexplicable image of a golden haired child and a family of bears popped into his head. And suddenly he had the most odd craving for some porridge. The whole idea shocked him so much that he stood dumbfounded for a few seconds before coming to himself.

When he had regained his senses, he saw her lying in his bed and found he wasn't altogether displeased with that idea. He made as little noise as possible as he unstrung his bow before putting it away along with the quiver... then he removed his sword and after making sure it was properly oiled, put it away as well. For a man such as him, his weapons were always his first priority. They kept him alive. Once he had taken care of them he slowly approached the bed.

She was sleeping quite peacefully. All things considered he wasn't surprised that she seemed to have slept through most of the day. It had been quite a day she had had. And he'd given her a fairly rude awakening in the morning as well. Still, she was in his bed. He smiled a dangerous smile as he reached for his dagger. Her gown had ridden half way up her legs in her sleep and he gently slipped his hand the rest of the way. Slowly, he sat down on the bed and pressed the keen edge of the dagger to her throat and at the same time his hand pried her legs apart and cupped the soft mound of her sex. "So eager to climb into my bed are you?!" He asked loudly waking her, and his fingers slid in between the folds of her virgin pussy and rubbed her clit.
 
Her eyes snapped open as she felt soemthing cold on her skin and a weird feeling came form between her legs. It felt warm and fuzz and spread throuh her whole body. She gasped and flinched when he touched her little clit and was lucky she did not flinch enough to burry the dagger in her soft skin. "ah" she whined as she notied the dagger on her thorat and her eyes followed the dagger up to the arm which was holding it up to the face of her master. Her eyes widened andshe turned to see where she was realising her fault and his question.

"i-it's not liekt hat please don't touch me there" she begged weakly and looekd upa t him. her body started shivering and she tried to wiggle away et the dagger that was placed on her throat hindered her. "master please don't get me wrong i intended to wait for you like you had ordered but then but then i fell back and your bed was so cozy i s-started to sleep" she got more and more quiet in the end figuring her excuse was no excuse at all. He could see ehr swallow and how the skin softly clung to the daggers cold steel. He could even see smal pearls of sweat on her skin jsut fomr fear.

"p-please dont kill me" she said forgetting at all where he was touching and playing with her body. her pussy was so soft and warm it was so inviting to put a figner inside and test it. From what he felt her slit was very small and would be tight even for a finger not to mention his cock. Beneeth his hands layed a panting scared to death girl shivering to his touch but not out of pleasure but out of fear this time. her gown was up to her belly now after she had flinched in the beginning now she was all calm scared to more. it was like she was frozen if it hadn't been for her falling and rising chest and her shivering lips each time she breathed.
 
He felt a great surge of emotion as she lay under him... quivering with fear. Every bead of sweat that broke on her skin, every shuddering breath, every scared gulp of her throat... they only stoked the fire that burnt within him. All of a sudden he realized this wasn't just a prank... no... he was enjoying this a little too much. All it would take to watch the light of life in her eyes, dim and flicker before it went out completely, was a simple flick of his wrist.

He'd killed before of course, but never without reason. However twisted that reason may be... there always was one. This was different... there was no reason here. He was simply enjoying the almost palpable fear that rose in waves off her. But he wasn't going to kill her... no, but her fear was heady. His fingers pressed harder against the little hood of flesh that hid her most secret nub of pleasure... rubbing it. She was so tight... his fingers extended, exploring the length of her pussy, feeling around among the soft warm folds of flesh.

Easing the pressure against her throat for a moment, he reached for the sleeve of her gown... the sharp edge of the knife cut through the fabric like it was no more than warm butter. He used the dagger's tip of flick one corner of her now ripped gown aside, exposing her breast... rising and falling with each long scared breath she took. The knife returned to her throat, as his lips found her nipple.

His tongue flicked over the sensitive tip of her hardening nipple.. while one groping finger parted her nether lips and tried to slip further inside her. Even he wasn't prepared for how tight she was. He heard her plead and it only seemed to arouse him even more. He bit her nipple lightly... but still his tongue flicked over the tip. He was sucking on her nipple when he begged him not to kill her.

"Don't kill you? Why not slave?" He asked looking up for just one moment, "Got a really good reason why I shouldn't?"
 
"b-beause" she started stuttering and then got quiet. Slowly but certainly tears gathered in her eyes as she noticed she could not give him a good reason to spare her life. She had propably angered him with sleeping in his bed on top of all after he had waked her. And most importantly she had given her lfie to him he could decide what to do with it including how and when to end it. A whimpering sound escaped her and she looked away not wanting to see her masters angry face in the moment of her death.

she could feel him wiggle his finger inside of her and how her folds where stretched to let it inside her. she felt her pussy heat up in the process and did not know how to react. so her hips acted on her own. she was squirming and shivering in response to each time he touched her clit and each time he wiggled the finger inside of her tight tunnel. Her nipples where hardened and shiny form his saliva he had spread on when he sucked on them.

she could feel the blade easen the pressure a bit and took a deep breath but in that instant it was down on her throat again. He was cruelly playing with her. Flicking her fear on and off like he had some sort of power over her. In fact he had and thecold feeling of the dagger along her throat was enough of a switch. When he pushed down with it her chest would raise and fall faster and her whimpers owuld get louder. Soon it was too much for her and as she could not think of a reason why he should spare her a tear rolled down her cheek slowly trailing down her chin and down dripping on the dagger he held to her throat.
 
He pressed the edge of his knife against her throat again... every time he eased the pressure ever so lightly, he could see her visibly relax. And that was when his twisted mind chose to press it against her again. He went back to teasing and sucking her nipple and his finger continued to pump into her. And just when he thought she hadn't heard him or that no answer was forthcoming.... her hips started to grind against his finger.

As she started to buck her hips to meet his finger.. he also felt her grow wet and his finger could now move just a little more inside her. He slowly started to slide his finger in and out of her... every so often his finger would return to her clit and her body would betray her need and he smirked saying, "Good answer!"

But even when she was responding to his touch... or when he thought she was closing in on a sexual awakening, his mind was still distracted by the dagger. He pressed it against her skin.. but this time harder. Hard enough in fact, to puncture her skin. His eyes saw the thin line of blood form where he'd cut her and his lips slowly sought the source of the blood. He covered her tortured skin with his mouth and his tongue traced the wound.
 
She let out a scream of pained fear then the dagger puncturedher skin. she could feel her warm blood flow down being captrued byhis mouth. she shivered worse than before now. her voice had returned to a whimper that resembled more a scared animal than the sweet young girl she was. Her eyes where closed in expection of her upcoming death. He was going to kill her that she was sure of. He had just drawn blood and he would take his time but this time she would have to pay.

She gasped when he pumped her little slit faster and a little deeper as the wetness alowed it. She heard him mock about it and she blushed in pure emberassment but his lips on her throat immediately reminded her fo her situation. if he would look a bit lowed her coudl see her hands where fsiting the sheets of his bed in cramping pleasure and fear. She had lost controll voer her body. It was a weak trembling slightly bleeding wreck that waited for the end. Her mind had been taken out by fear and pleasure.


She could feel a hot surge ripple through her bdoy each time he touched her sensitive clit. her little nerve nub was standing in the air for attention he was giving it once a while and each time he did her folds ots wetter and clenched against his finger wor a split second. Sarah was completely lost. Her mind was rishing through anything she had experienced to seek for something similar but it got lsot searching.It was the first time she felt such pleasure and the first time she felt such fear.
 
He eased the knife from her throat a little, but never moving it so far away that she could make even the slightest movement without feeling the keen edge against her skin. He then leaned in and started to kiss her lips... slowly at first.. just taking each quivering lip gently between his own, sucking on it like a wonderfully sweet toffee. Until he felt her moan and he kissed her deeper.

His hands started to move a little faster, as her own juices acted as the best lube, rubbing and caressing her clit and feeling her buck her hips with gusto. Her body was betraying her pleasure better than any words could and he could also feel she was close to her very first orgasm. He kept rubbing her clit now... slightly faster than he did before. Stopping suddenly to press all his fingers over her pussy... he then without a warning slapped her pussy... patting it fast multiple times.... his fingers slapped against her wet pussy, spreading the lips.. while his middle finger alone touched her clit with each slap.

He moved his mouth back to her nipple and his teeth bit down on it. He kissed her breasts lightly as his lips made their way to her neck. As he started to nuzzle the nape of her neck, Kylar also moved over on the bed. He was no longer content with just sitting on the side. Now he was practically in bed with her... lying next to her finger fucking her and nuzzling her neck.
 
Sarah could feel him suckle on her bottom lips but she was restrained and could nto resist or act the dager was way too close. She whimpered and he stopped the assoult on her mouth leaving it puffy and swollen. He wet back toher nippels biting and licking the sensitive nubs makign her shiver and scream the same time in pleasure and in pain. When he reached dwont o slap her little pussy with his middle finger each time hitting her clit she was flinchign somuch she feared the dagger would cut her ust fomr the flinching.

She felt a heat rise within her and surges of pleasureing waves come up form her pussy through her stomach in her head arms and legs. it was like an electric impulse shooting through her starting again every time he slapped her. Her little clit shivered to his touch and begged for mroe while her whole body shook each time he hit it. Indeed her body was betraying her. It was not like she denied the pleasure it was just she did not understand where it came form but her body mercilessly continued.

Finally it came up a last massive wave making her convulse in cramps and tremble uncontrollably. her whole body was shaking for several seconds out of her control. The pleasure was more than the pain form her neck and she moaned ou arching her back slightly cutting herself with the dagger but she did not feel the pain or the little drop of blood that ran down her soft skin. all she felt was her climax errupting form her kitty then through her whole body. When Her master would stop he could feel the sheets beneeth her where dripping wet with juice and sweat of fear.
 
The force of her orgasm shocked even him and the convulsions that ripped through her body was so strong and sudden that he didn't have time to move the dagger out of the way. It had cut her slightly causing a few drops of blood to run down her neck. He put the dagger aside and held her, letting the tremors run its course. When she was through, she was panting and shuddering in his arms for a long time.

He ran his fingers through her hair smoothing it away from her face. He then turned her face and licked the blood from her neck... using his saliva to clean the wound. He kissed her neck then and pulled himself away to look at her. Her face was flushed and beads of sweat dotted her skin. He wasn't sure if it was fear or the force of her orgasm that caused it. Probably both. He caressed her face with the back of his fingers and let her have a moment to calm down.

He looked down at her legs, now clamped together. He slowly reached out and parted them with a touch. He played his fingers softly over her pussy and realized just how wet she was.. the sheets too were soaked through. In a mock serious tone he said, "Well looks like I'm going to need new sheets". Indeed she'd make a fine pleasure slave, if this was any indication. He let her stay in bed a while longer as he got up and changed out of his leathers. The only article of clothing he'd removed was his gloves.

He got out of his riding clothes and drew himself a bath. He didn't have the heart to make her do it just then. Moreover, he figured letting her enjoy the sensations would only leave her wanting more. When he'd washed and dried himself, he drew on light breeches and a fresh tunic. He pulled up a chair in front of the fireplace and got his pipe. He filled it with pipe weed and lit it. The aromatic smoke filled the room as he sat watching her for a while.
 
Sarah layed on the bed her chest heavily rising and faling with her breath. It was hard for her to breathe as she was still shaken by the climax. Weakly she touched the little wounds on her neck and looekd at her master with half lidded eyes. She did not understand im. Why did he not kill her but granted her souch a wonderfull feeling?. She closed her eyes and enjoyed laying there for a few minutes until it seemed like an eternity though it had only been a few minutes. Her hands reached for ehr gown and she covered herself with it futilely as he had cut it open.

When she smeled something weird yet with a pleasant scent she looekd at her master finding he was sitting at the fire somking a pipe. Her fatehr had told ehr that it was a great highlight for them village's men if they could afford a load of tabaco for their pipe yet every man had one. She looked in awe and sniffed the air liking the scent. She saw the somke and got up her gown falling off her again.

As she approached she breathed in a small cloud of smoke and immediately started to cough hardly holding her stomach while she coughed it out again "ugh" it ame from her. She kneeled down beside him carefull not to breathe in the smoke again and looked up at him "is that healthy?" she asked not being able to figure how breathing this smoke could be pleaant yet she had to admit the scent wa nice.
 
Kylar watched her finally rise and gather her wits about her. She tried to cover herself with the gown, but when it fell open again as she got up, he was glad that he'd cut it, instead of just slipping it off her shoulder. She had such perfect breasts that the true shame was covering them. He couldn't help chuckling when she coughed from inhaling the thick smoke. His eyes though were riveted to her jiggling breast, as her whole body shook when the alien smoke invaded her lungs.

He grinned when she asked him whether it was a healthy practice or not. "Is it your health you are concerned about... or mine?" he asked as she came to kneel by his side. He let a hand gently pat her head. He wondered that she wasn't angry or annoyed at the way he had treated her. Maybe the blissful feeling of warmth and goodness that permeated your whole being, post a climax that powerful, was befuddling her senses.

He was feeling hungry now and was sure she would be too. He pointed to the decanter on the table and said, "Serve me some wine... and then go down to Tilda and bring us something to eat. You may share my dinner today." Noting the condition of her clothes he added, "And leave your gown just the way it is... do not try to cover yourself." He reached out and pinched her nipple, smirking at the way it hardened almost immediately under his touch.
 
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