0 comments/ 14402 views/ 2 favorites The Dark Tower Ch. 01 By: trojan5678 This story is purely fictional entertainment. Please do not confuse it with reality as this should never happen. It is a departure from my normal stories. If you do not like bdsm or power control please do not read. Hardly any sex in the first chapter so be warned! * She could hear the sound coming up the stairs. Faint footsteps from the distance. At first she wasn't sure if she was mistaken but the noise became louder and louder, closer and closer. Step by step, someone was ascending the long stairwell. Was he returning for her? Her heart skipped a beat as she turned her head from the stone towers window, her blond hair turning with her in the gentle breeze from the small opening, finally realizing it was not a dream and that someone was coming. Someone. Him? She did not know. Gently raising her hand to her heart, mouth slightly agape, she took a small step away from the window. Her sexy thin-purple robe brushed along her legs and her purple high heels loudly clicked on the stone floor as she took only a few steps forward before coming to a halt. Her mind raced, not sure who it was. Was he here to rescue her? Her knight in shining armor that she had waited so long for. Or was it him -- the one who had captured her and locked her up in this tower for unknown reasons? He claimed it was for ransom, but she didn't trust him at all so there was no telling why she was imprisoned. The steps grew louder, he would be here soon. She hoped and prayed it would be her rescuer; many nights were spent by her attempting to open the enormous wooden door, but it was locked and much too strong for her to open. Her kidnapper -- there was something about him. Looking around the room with a fear in her heart, she so badly wanted to leave this place. The dark tower she was held in was actually very comfortable and the furniture in the room was even more expensive than her room back at the palace, but she was still a prisoner here. Back at her tower in her own kingdom she could get away with murder. Daddy would let her, and no one would dare defy the king after all. She once even enjoyed being called a bitch by one of the court members (she heard them whisper behind her back, risking severe punishment for such treachery, but still she heard and simply smiled to herself). People envious and hateful of her would reminded her of how special she was; the most important person in the kingdom. But here, she had no freedom. She didn't even have anyone to love OR to hate her. No one, period. Never in her life had she experienced this. And even though she was captured only a few weeks ago, she considered herself a much changed person. She realized everything that she took for granted and was probably not the most compassionate person. There was plenty of time for the princess to think in this tower, especially knowing her life was in jeopardy and she was facing a very serious situation -- possibly even death. But her father would pay the ransom; it wasn't a question of that. The question was would the kidnapper or kidnappers let her go? Would they kill her once they received their payment? The thought of that was agony. Swearing to become a different person if her knight came to rescue her, she only hoped for a second chance. She could only hope that a band of the king's knights were on the way to save her as she did not believe the man in black would spare her life. With any luck, maybe they would find him and hunt him down -- bring him swift and severe justice. Her heart began to race. He would be here within minutes but it felt like an eternity. She turned her eyes back to the door, transfixing her gaze upon it. Wondering who was coming for her. Would she soon taste freedom and run away with her rescuer, or would she suffer a cruel fate at the hands of the stranger in black? Waiting was pure torture. Still staring at the door, the princess started to think back to when she was first thrown into the tower, and how she was furious and angry. She pounded her fists on the man in black, but her fists bounced off his muscly frame. He had hardly said a word to her, but his eyes seemed to penetrate her own and his smirk held her back from her full ferocity (no one had ever looked at her like that before, especially with such confidence and dominance -- such power). She stopped hitting him. It was almost as if he melted her and broke her will; she still tried to stare him down and appear upset with him, but it was mostly an act. She didn't know what to feel with him. Shortly after he put her into the room, he left, leaving her all alone. When he left through that large wooden door, her anger returned. She must have spent hours immediately afterwards pounding away on the door, trying to get out and yelling curses at him, but no one came back for her. Exhausted, pounding her last, she gave up. It was almost at that exact moment that her anger started to turn into a wariness -- even a slight panic. She finally turned around to look at her room, helpless to do anything else. Her room was beautiful, even though she didn't notice it at first. To her it resembled a cold and dark dungeon. All alone, in her dungeon cell, was how she felt. Her only contact with the outside was a tray of food that had been prepared for her and slid through a small slit underneath the door. Three times a day at exactly the same time; it was the only way she could tell the time of day. And even though it wasn't up to her princess standards, it really was a wonderful meal every time, freshly prepared. She couldn't tell who slid it under, and never seemed to hear anyone approach the door until the loud scraping sound of the slit opening jolted her out of her quiet thoughts and back into reality. As the days passed, she grew lonely. She had so much time to think. About how she acted in the past, about who she was, and about what would happen to her in the future -- if she would even be blessed with a future. The strange thing was, only yesterday when the slit under the door opened it was off schedule. In fact, there was much food on the silver tray this time -- much more than normal. And in addition, it was the last time the tray was brought. She didn't understand what was happening. It was at this point she truly felt abandoned -- even her captors left her up here to die. Fear almost overwhelmed her. And now here she was. Standing halfway in the room, facing the door, hearing someone coming up the stairs to get her. Someone good or someone evil. She trembled, hand to her mouth, blue eyes wide open, waiting, for she could do nothing else. She could hear her heart pounding inside her ears, almost able to hear the blood rushing throughout her body. The sound of the foot steps grew louder. Step, step, step...in a slow rhythm; whomever it was was almost at the tower's door where she was held. She stood staring at the door, waiting to see who would come through the other side. She kept praying it would be her rescuer or rescuers, both hands in front of her face, almost unable to take the suspense. She could almost envision her hero opening the door and coming to rescue her; sweeping her off her feet and taking her back to the kingdom with such speed. Freedom would soon be at her hand if she had her way. However, something didn't seem right about that. She couldn't put her finger on it -- was it that she didn't think it was a realistic scenario? Did she think it wasn't possible and no good would come out of this situation? Or did she think this for some other reason? The tower had grown comfortable to her, after all. It was her only exposure over the last several weeks, and in an odd way had become something of a home to her. Yes she was lonely, but...but the room was becoming...comfortable. That thought alone scared her. Briefly looking around the room which had become home, spinning around frantically, she turned her attention back to the door. Step, step, step. The footsteps stopped. He Was Here. On the other side of the door she heard keys rattling together. She heard a key enter the door's lock, and twist. A *click* sound echoed throughout her chambers. The handle to the door turned, and the door slowly started to open... The Dark Tower Ch. 02 The door was thrown open with tremendous force, swinging open wide to let its master enter the room. Standing in the darkness of the hallways was the Man in Black. He took one step into the room and then stopped, as if sizing her up. A slight smirk crossed his face. Then he started to walk to her. She was frozen in place, mouth opened wide. It wasn't her knight; it was the man in black. She couldn't move at first, until he started to walk towards her. Then she took a step back, and then another, and then turned as if she was going to run but only ran a few steps in her high heels, realizing she had no where to go. Her heart jumped into her throat. Finally, the Man in Black spoke. "I'm not here to hurt you," he said softly with a deep voice. She hadn't heard him speak until now. His voice was stern, but not as frightening as she thought it would be. Still, his words seemed to hold her entire body motionless. Moving up to her, he took her arm gently from behind. The heart of the princess seemed to stop, as if frozen in time. She knew deep down it wasn't her knight in shining armor, but wondered if it wasn't too late to be rescued before any harm befell her. But, she thought to herself deep down, she should have been more disappointed her knight didn't arrive to protect her. In fact, part of her was not afraid of this Man in Black. Maybe it was because she was expecting the worst -- for him to come through those doors. Maybe it was because she slowly became used to her prison tower. Maybe it was even because she believed she deserved this punishment since she was so heartless to her people. She did not know. But the moment the man's hand touched her arm just above her elbow, goosebumps shivered throughout her entire body. She weakly tried to pull away, but the mans grip became more firm. Not hurting her, but firm. "Whh..why did you come back? Am I free to go?" she asked weakly. For a moment he said nothing. Then he spoke, "There were some...complications. You won't be going anywhere just yet." She wondered what he meant by that. He quickly spun her around, holding her shoulders. Gasping for air, inhaling sharply, the first thing she saw was his eyes. His deep, beautiful, blue eyes. They seemed to stare deep down insider her, piercing her soul. She was taken back by him, and felt as if a sledgehammer had hit her in her chest -- or her very soul. His eyes were soft, not hard and callous like she thought they would be. She felt weak in his arms. For a moment her eyes broke his only to look towards the door, feebly wondering if her knight would come. But then she looked back, unable to resist his eyes. For the first time, her fear slowly started to fade. And also, for the first time, she could see his hard face soften as he looked back. As a princess, if she knew one thing, it was the look of passion from a man staring at her. For that moment, which probably was only a few seconds, it seemed to feel like an eternity. His hands, still on her shoulders, relaxed. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, but wasn't about to tell her that. "My princess," he started with a deep voice, as she shivered just by the way he said those two little words, "Come this way." Taking his left hand off her shoulder and with his right hand sliding down to her wrist, he gently escorted her over to the canopy bed in the middle of the room. While he was gentle, he was also forceful and guided her with no question that she was to follow. She followed the man, taking long strides as her legs slipped through the slit of her light purple gown. His hand slipped from her wrist to her fingers, intertwining his fingers with hers. She suddenly realized from her previous feelings that it was him she was waiting for, and him she wanted to return. It sounded completely silly, falling for her captor, but she didn't want any knight; she wanted him. That feeling of freedom she craved was deceiving; she wasn't wanting to stay here because she felt guilty about what she had done before, or because she felt like she deserved it, or because she was used to this place. It was because she was waiting for the man in black to return. She had such an awe for him, and the moment his fingers intertwined with hers, everything became clear as if a spark of electricity shot throughout her body. She wasn't frightened of him -- not completely anyway. She was enamored with him. She was entranced with him. Hypnotised. As he led her to the bed, he gently sat her down. Her look was now different, the way she looked at him. And, for the first time, he was caught off guard. His return look was one of surprise, seeing how calm she was. He knew she was still a bit submissive to him, but now it was her eyes that were different. Her blue eyes seemed to show a compassion and an understanding to him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her tender and affectionate look at him slowly turned into a smile; just a slight smile. Just knowing she knocked him off of his game for a second was enough to make her more comfortable with him, and enough to make her slowly start to trust him. She didn't know why she was here, but at this moment she didn't care. He finally spoke after a few seconds, trying to regain his composure. "Princess, things are changing. I will not explain details, but you will do as I tell you. Do you understand?" The princess nodded. She felt herself slipping away again to him; his mere words was enough to melt her soul. No one had ever had such power over her before. "Lay down on the bed, on your back." Taking the initiative as he spoke, he took her by her hips and shifted her to the center of the bed. Nervously, she complied with his request. Trying to act like the princess she was, she gently straightened out her night gown, brushing downwards, and slowly started to lay down on the bed. "Arms above your head," he commanded. She obeyed faithfully, though she was shaking nervously. The man in black walked to the head of the bed behind her field of vision. She heard him do something and heard a metal *click*. She then heard the sound of a chain rattling. Looking over her left shoulder, she saw that there was a secret compartment in the black metal bedpost that held a long chain ending in shackles. Her breathing increased dramatically as she realized what was going on. The man pulled the chain a bit longer and went to take her arm. He heard her whimper softly, pulling her arm away. Gently taking his hand and placing it upon her head, he whispered "Ssshhhh...I promised I won't hurt you, remember?" He stroked her golden locks of hair, and he felt her body relax once more. She offered her wrist to him. He gently took it, coaxing the princess, and put it in the steel shackles. He then pushed a button which made the chain retract a little, ensuring her arm was well above her head. The man in black walked around to the other side of the headboard and did the same thing. The arms of the princess were both shackled. Moving down to the foot board of the canopy bed, his fingers ran down from her beautiful golden hair, down her cheek, and lightly ran his fingernails down her chest to just between her supple breasts. A soft sigh (or perhaps a quick squeal) escaped her lips as she arched her back, as if she had never been touched there in her life until now. She tossed her head back, unable to fully comprehend the entire situation. But as he walked down to her feet, she opened her eyes and looked at him passionately. He stole a glance at her, returning her passionate look -- but looking a bit more cocky than she was. Almost smiling, but still grasping for air as her body still tingled from his touch, she did something a princess should never do. She subtly spread open her legs, as her short purple gown fell to the side of her thighs. The man in black breathed in hard, seeing how she offered her leg to him to be shackled, also noticing her sexy see-through purple underwear underneath her gown. Her legs open, he felt himself getting hard. He took her leg, lightly running his fingernails over it, and clamped another shackle on over her ankle and above her high heels. Walking to the fourth corner of the bed, he did the same thing. But this time it was obvious he was staring between her legs, which were spread so far apart. He heard a slight moan from her lips escape, whether it was unintentional or not, as he stood back observing her beautiful spread-eagle body helplessly chained up. Her eyes stared at him, completely surrendering to him. Not just physically, but also mentally and sexually. Her eyes screamed with lust and passion. The man in black couldn't help but stare back. "My princess, do you know why I did this to you?" She shook her head no, ready to accept whatever he said. "I...well, I..." for the first time his words betrayed him; he stumbled. But a man like him wouldn't stay like that for long and he quickly recovered his speech. "I was going to ransom you off," he said matter-of-factly. "Circumstances were not right, so I am biding my time. That is all you need to know for now." That may have been a stretch on the truth. He couldn't quite bring himself to do it. It was never about the money, really. It was about her. But she didn't need to know that. He was weighing the situation, trying to figure out what to do. But that decision could wait -- for now. She gazed at him, a bit surprised, but not really sure what to expect. He said point blank, "As for now, I want you. I will keep you here if I must." He really said this to test her reaction. If she would appear afraid, he would let her go. If not, then it became a whole new adventure. He looked at her to see how she would feel. He saw her eyes blink slowly, and saw her readjust her body where she lie. Most of all, the look on her face was one of lust and desire. She was hard to read, but he figured it out. She wanted the same thing. He WOULD keep her here, for now. He slowly took off his shirt and heard another moan escape from her lips. "S...Sir..." she said breathlessly. "I...I....oh please...I want..." she couldn't finish her sentence. Moving up to her, he ran his fingernails over her chest again, slowly around her breasts. "Oohh, sir...oh please take me!" He couldn't believe his ears, but was so excited. He tried to play it off and maintain control. Without missing a beat, his fingers opened up her gown, exposing her beautiful gorgeous tits. She moaned loudly. His fingers slowly went around both breasts as his head moved in to her chest, kissing her stunning breasts. He slowly squeezed them, and her body arched. She moaned so loudly. "A princess in heat, are you?" he said, teasing her. She didn't know whether to smile, laugh, or be offended. But all she could think of was the truth -- so she nodded her head. He kissed around her nipple, teasing her gently. She struggled and struggled, pulling against the rattling chains. She was used to getting her own way; this was a first for her, having to serve someone else. Having to wait to receive ultimate pleasure. She didn't like it, she thought; she loved it. Some of it. She was so conflicted. But she wanted him so badly, more than any other man. The feeling was so wrong, falling for her captor, but she couldn't help it. If it was wrong, then she was guilty. "Oh, fuck me, please..." she said, as he kept kissing around her nipple. He smiled. "Call me Master. That is my first command to you, my slave. Always it will be Master." She didn't say anything at first, fighting her last shred of defiance. But after only a few seconds, she replied quietly, "Yes, Master." His lips went down on her nipple, sucking it slowly and softly. The princess squirmed in her bed and shackles, twisting her body side to side, throwing her head side to side. She tried to lift her back up in order to bring her nipples deeper into his mouth. Her breath escaped her body as he sucked her sensitive nipple and started to lightly pinch her other one, and it became hard to breathe. Her gorgeous tanned body was losing control; she really couldn't help it. As he sucked her nipple harder and applied more pinching pressure to her other one, she started to moan loudly and steadily for several seconds. She felt her pussy soaking wet, wanting him to touch her down there. To fuck her down there -- to violate her down there. Almost as if he could read her thoughts, his hand moved from her nipple down to her purple gown. He brushed it aside and felt her wet purple panties, sliding his fingers underneath. The princess wanted to scream. How she wanted the man in black so bad, yet she knew so little about him. She had to have his cock. But for now she had to settle for his fingers. He rubbed against her pussy gently, running his finger around her rim. It was enough to drive her crazy. "Oooh Master," was all she could let out. Out of a nervous reflex she tried to close her legs but couldn't because of the shackles around her ankles -- but she was glad she couldn't. She tried to relax a little, and opened her legs a little more. His fingers softly stroked her wet pussy, lightly touching around her clitoris. The princess felt like she was going to go insane. Eyes opened, she stared back at the man in black, realizing there was no turning back. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't stop him. No one would hear her scream for help up in this tower. Whatever he wanted to happen WOULD happen, and she was under his control. Powerless. Never had the princess been powerless before. Pulling her arms against the shackles as sensations coursed throughout her body, she knew the man was only teasing her. But she wanted him to bury his fingers in her. She felt like she was going to explode. Her moans echoed throughout her prison bedroom. Kissing up her neck passionately, making her quiver even more, he finally slid one finger inside her pussy. "OOOOHHHH!" she moaned. "Oh, Master, fuck me!" she pleaded. This felt so wrong. This man was the bad guy -- the villain. He wasn't a knight in shining armor, not even close; but she couldn't resist. Was he a wizard that somehow hypnotised her? Right now she didn't care. She knew she would regret it, but she didn't care. She started screaming as he banged her pussy, finger-fucking her so hard and fast. Kissing up her neck, he slowly reached her lips. He then kissed them passionately. She kissed back with such a frenzy, her body shaking. Her moan went from her mouth and into his, as their tongues embraced. With his free hand, he held the back of her head, sliding his hand underneath and gently raising it, still kissing her. He should have broken loose by now, but couldn't resist her beauty. Those soft red lips. The way they felt against his. "Want" wasn't a strong enough word for how he felt about her. "Desire" wouldn't do the truth justice. "Intoxication" was closer, but still not adequate. He climbed upon the bed, now taking both hands, caressing her face tenderly and kissing her. After a few moments, he unzipped his pants, pulling them halfway down. The princess moaned. With his cock in his hand, he put the tip against her pussy. "Oh, Master....Ooohhh....why are you...please....oh give it to me..." she rambled in ecstasy. "I can stop if you wish, slave. Is that what you desire?" She now realized with his words that maybe he would not violate her if she said yes. She knew she must say yes, that she did not desire that. Or should not desire that. Her mouth opened to say those three simple letters. But to her surprise, with her mouth open for a few moments, the word "no" came out. "No..." she breathed. "No, I do not desire you to stop. Please...please take me, Master." A wicked smile overcame his face. He started to pull his tip out of her. A panic swept over her face, and her body reacted against her shackles. "Master, please! You MUST take me!" With a cocky smile, and a triumphant gaze, he plunged his shaft into her throbbing cunt. Grabbing her hips, he shoved himself so deep inside her that her entire body convulsed. She screamed -- the screams of pleasure. "OH MY, MASTER! OH, YES!" The man in black moaned as well. Her wet treasures felt so amazing, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He wanted to continue to tease her, but he himself now was entranced by her. He continued to ram himself inside this ravishing beauty. "You are so gorgeous, my slave. I may keep you here forever," he whispered in her ear softly. Goosebumps ran through her body. "But what if I tried to escape?" she asked throughout several moans, wondering if he would ensure his best to keep her despite her efforts to run away. Staring back at her, he said without flinching, "I would ensure through all of my powers that you would never be able to." The way he said it made her melt, knowing this man wanted her so badly, even if for all the wrong reasons. Maybe even the right ones, too, if she was lucky. He became more impassioned and more forceful, tearing her gown just to slide his hands up her legs and hips much easier. He buried his cock in her, watching her body pounded by himself; chained up tightly but still so willingly accepting him inside her. His cock began to throb. The princess could tell that her captor was about ready to cum inside her. The mere thought of that started to send orgasmic sensations throughout her clit, throughout her body. Never before had she experienced anything like this. "Oh, Master...fuck your princess," she begged him. "Take it my slave," he replied with lust in his eyes. His body tensed up, her body tightened. They were both seconds from cumming. Her master started to moan louder, finally moaning with such force, and she began to squeal with such pleasure, reaching the highest pitched sounds she hadn't even reached while singing with her choir. Finally, he came so hard inside her, and she also reached an orgasm, climaxing so hard she thought she was going to pass out. Grabbing her hips, he thrust his final efforts deep within her. She felt his cum deep inside her body, mixing with her lubrication. His cum started to drip out of her body along with her juices, even with his cock still inside her. They both screamed at the top of their lungs. He collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck once again. Her eyes closed, turning her head to the side so he could have more of her neck. Moaning, he lifted his head, turned her head gently to him by her chin, and she opened her eyes. He kissed her again, so passionately, so tenderly, so romantically. With his cock still buried inside her, he still longed to devour her body. "Master...." she whispered, trying to recover her breath. "You...I...you were so...so..." words still escaped her. She wanted to tell him so much, she didn't want him to go, she wanted to be with him. After a few moments of lying on top of her, caressing her body, he stood up and buckled his pants back up. He put his shirt back on, trying to steal looks at her gorgeous body without getting caught, but she noticed his passionate stares. After getting dressed, he walked over to her, stroking the side of her face, and pulled out a silver key from his back pocket. Taking the key, looking at the princess, he unlocked her shackles. The princess was too exhausted to stand up and remained lying on the bed, arms above her head still and with one leg bent backwards. She lovingly stared at the man in black, still with so many questions but still with such a passion burning in her heart. The man in black walked towards the door without looking back. He opened the door and started to step through. The princess couldn't believe he didn't turn around. Her face was frozen, transfixed to the doorway where he stood, just like last time. Except this time it was different. Instead of a feeling of dread and fear for her own safety, it was a feeling of dread and fear that he would just leave without saying a word and a feeling that she might never see him again. The Dark Tower Ch. 02 He took one step through the door way and stopped amid stride. He turned around, looking at her with a burning desire in his eyes. "My pet, I will return for you. Sooner than you think. Get ready for your master." Those simple words seemed to hold so much power over her and placed such an excitement and desire in her heart. She smiled at him as he turned to walk away. He stepped in the shadows and closed the door behind him, and the door closed. She heard a *click* sound as the door locked. Loud footsteps descended down the stair case, as the Man in Black walked away from her. She got out of the bed and ran to the door, pressing her ear against the thick wood, listening quietly. The steps slowly faded into the distance until nothing more could be heard. She sighed, and slid down the door and onto the stone floor where she quietly sat. Smiling. The Dark Tower Ch. 03 Welcome to the next chapter. Again it is a bit slow and not much sex in this part. It also involves maledom so if you are not interested please do not read. Always looking for feedback... THE DARK TOWER, CHAPTER THREE Time seemed to stand still. She could count the seconds by listening to the beat of her heart. The blood rushed inside her head at a rapid pace as her pulse remained high. Now, here was the princess, locked in the tower, waiting for her captor to return. But she was excited for his return. She almost smiled thinking about this strange twist -- a captor missing her kidnapper. But here she was and this was exactly how she felt. Crazy. Irrational. But still her heart longed for him. She couldn't control that, after all! All common sense told her to be afraid and to avoid him however possible. But now, with the tower door locked, she had to wait for his return. The princess was still very wet, even hours after the Man in Black had tied her up and had his way with her. Instinctively, she reached down and touched herself lightly, thinking about the encounter. The princess longed for his touch. She would do anything to see him again; waiting for him was just short of painful. She ached for him; for every inch of his body -- every part of his body. She lightly rubbed her clitoris, thinking of him and his hard cock inside her. Her quiet moans echoed throughout the entire chamber, vibrating off of the stone walls. So unlike a princess, her finger continued to massage herself but now more firmly. Slowly spreading her legs open, she started to lose control and slid a finger insider her wet pussy. Soon, it became two fingers. Before she knew it, she was masterbating with such incredible force, thinking of the Man in Black. It was so dirty, the way she lay prostrate on the floor, thinking of a scandalous villain such as him. Why couldn't she stop? Banging harder and harder, now screaming out loud in the empty chamber, an orgasmic vibration prepared to rip throughout her delicate body. Just on the brink of a tremendous explosion, ecstasy sweeped over her. The princess orgasmed so hard, like never before, screaming at the top of her lungs. All the while, thinking about the Man in Black holding her, caressing her breasts, and fucking her like a wild but passionate animal. After a few moments, still recovering on the floor, the princess stood up and regained her composure. Lightly, she brushed her dress off and straightened herself up. She almost felt guilty. Shouldn't she be thinking of a more noble and regal prince or knight or ANYONE else other than him? She could not help blushing even though no one was there. She turned to the window, looking outside as the cold wind blew across the night landscape. Leaves on the trees rustled and the moonlight reflected through the stone tower's window. What had once seemed like a horror scene had now become a tranquil and peaceful existence. Gracefully, she stepped to the window to look outside. With her elbows leaning on the stone balcony, her head resting in her hands as she breathed a sigh of desperation, she could not fight the hands of time. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the pathway on which her captor would return, the mist hung low near the ground and was too thick to see. Then finally, some time later, she heard him return. It started with the quiet sound of a horse walking up the narrow pathway leading to her tower prison. Her heart leaped! He had returned! She patiently waited, making sure that she wasn't fooling herself by simply wanting to hear the Man in Black return. After a few moments, she was positive she wasn't simply hearing things. The noise of the horse shoes against concrete became louder and louder. The trotting along the stone pathway grew louder and echoed deeply; there was no mistaking it. Her eyes strained to see him, but the mist was too thick. Even had there been no mist, he was too far down and the dark of the night masked the mounted man. She had only seen him wear black anyway, so the princess gave up straining her eyes hoping to catch a glimpse of the villain. Her heart leaped, finally realizing that he would be here any minute, and she was not ready. Quickly leaving the window, the princess ran gracefully (and almost tripping in her excitement!) in her high heels to the dark cherry-stained dresser with the black and silver mirror. She wanted to look her best, as any girl would. Especially, as any princess would! She sat down in the tall padded chair with her chin up, regaining her composure and looking stately once again. She crossed her legs like a princess would, dipping them down slightly and at an angle. Reaching into one of the drawers, she began to pull out her makeup kit and started to apply it to her gentle skin and soft features. It took a balance of both rapidness and patience to pull it off. But, then again, she was a princess and had been doing this for years. If there was one thing she was known for, it was for looking gorgeous. She smiled at that thought, giggling at her own silly vanity. About the time when she had finished, she heard the man coming up the stairs. Her heart fluttered and her laughing stopped. Turning around in her chair to face the door, she gracefully stood up, brushing her hair back behind her head and straightening out her dress. She looked stunning, and she knew it. For the first time in her life, however, she cared more about what someone else thought about the way she looked than herself -- the man coming up the stairs. His footsteps grew louder and louder, approaching the top of the stairwell. Then he stopped right on the other side of the door. There was some rustling behind the door. The handle wiggled making a quiet rattle -- the only noise she heard other than her own heartbeat. Soon the handle would turn and the door would open...the princess held her breath in quiet anticipation... *SLAM*!! The princess screamed as the man behind the prison door hit the large wooden obstacle with something extremely forcefully. The metal bands on the door rattled loudly. *SLAM*!! Another strike to the door from the other side. What was he doing, the princess thought? Why doesn't he just use the key? *SMASH*!! Finally with the third blow of a large battle axe, the door split in two. The man behind the door kicked down the remaining splinters of what was left of the door, stepping through the opening. She almost screamed. What happened next, she was not ready for. Into the room stepped a large man wearing a dark blue cloak and shining silver armor; in one hand he bore the large double-bladed axe that toppled the door and in his other hand a shield bearing the symbol of her country -- a blue and white griffon with its beak opened wide as if poised to strike. This wasn't her captor as she suspected -- it wasn't the man in black!! Leaning against the cherry desk, she almost slipped and fainted. But she held her place firmly with weak legs. Disappointment washed over her so quickly. But...this was a knight from her country sent to free her. Why should she feel any disappointment at all? She would soon be free! The princess was amazed at how fast he moved and how strong he was. But then it struck her -- this was the Captain of the Guard. The same man that she once had a crush on when she was a younger girl. The crush faded once she became old enough to sink into her own vanity and spoiled ways, but those memories slowly returned to her. "Princess, I'm so glad you're safe! Are you injured?" the man bellowed in a loud voice. At first she didn't answer, mouth agape, but she managed to sound off a quiet "no". "Quickly, we must go..." he beckoned her, running into the room after her in such a haste. With brazen confidence and a resounding boldness, the man took charge of the situation immediately as if this was nothing new to him. She was amazed at his lack of fear as well as his patience and sense of urgency. Before she could react or even say anything, he took her arm and turned to run out the room. He was surprised to find her initially holding back as if she wanted to stay. He dismissed it as an overwhelming shock. The large warrior didn't say anything but jerked a bit harder. Not out of anger or spite, but simply because an energy coursed through his veins -- an energy that was on the defensive and prepared to see his enemy any second. The princess lurched forward as he tugged her, stumbling as one of her high heels came off. She kicked off the other one for balance as the warrior caught her from falling and helped her stand but still maintaining a sense of urgency to exit the tower as quickly as possible. In a flash, they were out of the room. Her mind was caught in a whirlwind as this was the first time she was out of the stone tower's prison bedroom; she was practically flying down the stairs barefoot as the running warrior had a firm grasp on her with his shield hand so she would not fall. Down the stairs they ran. Shadows danced on the wall menacingly as they descended the long, long stairwell by the soft light of the torches on the wall. After some distance down the stairs, the princess grew tired and breathed heavily from the running. He quickly sheathed his axe. Sensing the princess was out of breath, the large warrior threw her over his shoulder as if she weighed as light as a feather and continued running down the stairs without missing a beat. "We'll be out of here soon; do not worry, your highness", he comforted her. As they reached the bottom of the narrow stairwell, they both could feel the fresh air of the cool night. It was hard to see through the fog, but she saw the knight's white horse waiting for them. In a swift motion, the man jumped upon the horse, now holding her by the waist with one arm. Gracefully he slung her behind him and onto the back part of the saddle. In the blink of an eye, the warrior spurred his horse and it bolted like a white streak across the background of the night sky, leaving the domain of the Man in Black. Holding him tightly, both arms around the knight and her purple dress even more ripped from mounting the horse, she buried her head into his back afraid she might fall off, closing her eyes as the horse launched out with incredible speed. She looked back at the tower which slowly faded into the distance. Out of nervousness she held the knight even tighter; she would be returning to her kingdom but couldn't help prevent the single tear that ran from her eye and down to her cheek. Looking back, she saw the tower fade away with each gallop of the horse, vanishing into the night... The Dark Tower Ch. 04 (A few months later) Sitting in her chair and looking into her vanity mirror, the princess saw a young girl in a soft, long pink dress staring back at her with big blue eyes. The wedding was only a few weeks away. The sun was shining on this early morning, the birds were chirping wonderful songs, and the sound of the waterfall just outside the castle cascaded into the warm water below. Time had changed so much for her. Or, rather, she had changed so much in just a short amount of time. She was very excited to get married, and had always wanted to. She couldn't ask for anything more in a husband than a true hero; the man who saved her from the Dark Tower. And he was such a gentleman; such a valiant warrior but also so sweet to her. She was the envy of every woman in town and in the castle. Kidnapped only a few months ago, her life had changed; even who she was had changed. Once a spoiled princess used to having her own way, she was now more grown, more kindly, and even a bit more tamed. Not to say that she didn't have her wild side now and then (after all, she was still a princess!) but her experience had kept her a little reserved. In fact, even her mind and her heart had played tricks on her. Her captor and kidnapper, a man in a dark black outfit, had convinced her that she was in love with him. Not through brainwashing or any magical spells, nor through force, but some how. She was glad that was behind her. She felt so tormented sometimes with her past feelings and her current feelings. Who knew where her past feelings could have led had the Man in Black entered the room instead of her rescuer, she thought as she took in a deep breath and quickly tried to erase it from her mind, as she had tried since ever she was saved. She didn't want to think about it; she wanted to forget it. She thought she had finally purged it from her mind, but every once in a while, the thought of what could have been would slowly resurface like a slow wiggling snake. Her life was truly better now, she was free, and soon she would be married. But as she stared back into the mirror, so close to marrying the heroic man of her dreams, she saw the brilliant blue eyes that looked back were heavy. The moment she caught her own perplexing gaze, she stopped brushing her golden locks and put her silver hairbrush down on the dresser. What was wrong? She was so happy, and couldn't ask for anything else in life...could she? She sighed, picked up the brush, and started coming through her hair again. It must be only cold feet, she thought. She wanted to pout, throw a tantrum, and stomp her feet out of frustration! "If only life were so simple," she thought. The confusion was slowly starting to creep in and overwhelm her. That night, as she lay down in her bed, her mind kept nagging at her again. Something just didn't feel right. Something was out of place. Normally she would immediately fall asleep deep under the pink covers of her bed. The down feathers ensured great comfort. But tonight it would take her much longer to fall asleep. She heard the ticking of the grandfather clock, something she had never heard before. Impatiently, tossing and turning, she pouted as her mind began to wander. All she could think about was the Dark Tower. Not a fearful feeling, but one of mystery and curiosity and the forbidden. She pictured the door in her head -- the large steel bands that held it together and the black iron handle that locked so easily ensuring her bedroom remained her prison. Her eyelids grew heavy. The door remained close, but she heard a noise behind it. Someone -- something, climbing up the stairs. "Step, step, step..." clicked the boot's heels of the man who climbed up the tower. But in her mind she only saw the door. "Step, step, step..." ...and then her eyes were shut. But the large wooden door remained. "Step, step....step...." In a cold sweat she woke up startled, quickly sitting up in the bed. The princess put her hand over her heart, feeling it beat like a wild horse. She must have finally fallen asleep, but her dreams... her dreams were of the Dark Tower. She felt something between her legs -- something very wet. Lifting up her short semi-transparent white night gown and putting her fingers down into her white panties, she felt how drenched they were. The princess blushed tremendously even though no one was around. She parted her legs and realized how wet she was. In fact, she had cum in her sleep and not even realized it until now. Something in her dreams must have sent her over the edge and given her an incredibly large orgasm. Her body trembled and her breaths were deeper as she breathed the air in deeply. Ecstasy swept over her body, and her legs were so weak; she could barely get out of bed. Shivers tremored from her head to her toes. She was incredibly turned on, she felt like she was going to go insane. Weakly, she tried to get out of bed, still breathing hard and still soaking wet between her legs and her night gown was too short to wipe it away clean. Her face was bright red, even though no one was in the room to see her. Barefoot, she walked over to the window to look at the night sky. The scene was much different than that of the tower's window, but it was also much the same. It was lower to the ground and had an amazing look over the courtyard and of the waterfall, unlike the tower, but the night sky was the same. As she looked up into the stars, she realized that it was the same shining stars she saw from the Dark Tower. Just at a different view point. Somehow...this comforted her, but she did not know why. Suddenly, out of the dark crawling shadows of her room, something jumped out at her with the speed of lightning. A hand covered her mouth and the princess was completely caught off guard. The free arm of the stranger held her tightly in place as he embraced her from behind. She tried to scream, but she was quickly gagged. A dark piece of cloth was put in her mouth and tied behind her head -- tied very tightly. She could barely make any noise. As her hands went up to pull it off, the stranger yanked her hands down and placed them behind her back. They were quickly bound with soft silk rope. The princess could not believe what was happening to her. What was going on!? Was this man lurking within the shadows of her room all night? Why wasn't she dead? Was this another ransom attempt? She must get away! So much went through her head. Twisting and struggling she tried, but the strangers hands were too strong. Once her hands were tied up, she knew it was hopeless. She was very frightened, but not as much as when she was first kidnapped. She remembered the resolve that she had gained from her first kidnapping, and was determined to fight back even if she thought it was hopeless. But within moments, she was slung over the shoulder of the stranger who quickly threw a rope down the balcony and slid down while holding on to her. She kicked her legs and tried to scream, but her legs simply flailed in the air and her screams came out as muffled moans. As quick as lightning, the man was outside the castle gates. Incredibly he somehow managed to move undetected through the courtyard and over the castle walls. It was as if he was nothing more than a shadow. Taking the princess in both hands, he gently tossed her over the horse. He mounted up behind her, spurred on his horse, and within moments they were gone. The Dark Tower Ch. 05 Galloping throughout the night of the full moon, the stranger raced across the countryside with the kidnapped princess as if several squads of soldiers were right behind. The princess could do no more than hold on tightly as her hands were tied behind her back and gagged so she could not scream. She had been through so much lately and this was the last thing she needed. She wanted to fall apart, but tried to hold on strong. She had been captured once before, only a few months ago, but that was after she had gotten herself lost while on a hunt with her royal family. Her sense of direction wasn't really good. She would never admit it, however -- and this pride led to her downfall; instead of staying in once place and waiting for help, she wandered off in a direction that was far away from the castle. An opportunist must have seen her and figured it would be easy money to take her hostage and ransom her out. But this time she was taken right from her bedroom. Whomever did this was a professional, not an opportunist. She ended up getting rescued just in time last time, but what were the odds it would happen twice in a row? Racing through the forest and across the plains, much time went by. The stranger reached the base of a mountain with which the princess was familiar. Finally, he stopped. He took the princess from the side of the horse and sat her upright on the horse in front of him; his touch was firm, but he was gentle with her. He could sense her shivering from the cool night air and the cold ride across the country side as he put his hands on her shoulders. After all, she was only dressed in a short white gown. He took off his black jacket and placed it upon her. "Are you OK?" he asked in a deep voice, running his hands along the outside of the jacket upon her shoulders to create friction and warmth for her. She felt like crying and didn't answer. "This will all be over with in a moment, I can assure you," he said. Her heart leaped -- what did he mean by that? Her life was in danger, is probably what he meant, she thought. As if he read her mind, he replied, "I won't hurt you, princess." There was something about him... But as she was processing that thought, a thin black hood was placed over her head. "This is for your protection" he told her. She felt like screaming, but knew it would not do any good as she was still gagged. Holding her tightly with his right arm, and the reigns with his left, he spurred his horse on and up the mountain. The ride up the mountain was much more comfortable than the ride to the mountain, she thought. Her stomach was still a little sore from being jostled by the galloping horse after they left the castle. The jacket also kept her warm, and his embracing arm holding her tightly against his body also kept the warmth within her. Her hands were still tied behind her back, so she had to completely trust him for balance upon the horse or else she would fall. She was almost grateful that he held her like this to keep her from falling and to keep her warm. The princess thought that she had caught him leaning forward and smelling her hair. But she figured she was wrong since he started to speak in a whisper in her ear. "...we are almost there, my princess," he quietly said, his breath upon the back of her neck through the hood. She couldn't see through the black cloth hood, but had no reason to believe he was lying. For the remainder of the trip, she almost started to doze off in his arms. She actually felt comfortable. He was never really rough with her; even when she was thrown upon the horse it wasn't in a violent manner. She suspected something about this man. Someone she knew, perhaps. Maybe this is why it was so easy to kidnap her? Was this someone who knew the layout of the castle and could orchestrate such a kidnapping? Perhaps this was one of the guards even? His voice seemed...familiar. "Say something," she thought. She had to hear. The suspense was driving her crazy. After a few minutes the horse stopped. The air seemed thinner, as if they were higher up the mountain. The man dismounted the horse while holding her arm to keep her steady; he then swept her off of the dark steed and into his arms. Gently, he stood her up upon the ground. Barefoot even, she seemed to be standing upon some kind of jacket or cloth, even though she was still outside. Quietly he removed her hood. As the hood came off, the first thing she saw was him... It was the Man in Black! They were somewhere up on the mountain. The thick fog was still rolling along the ground even at this higher elevation, but the moonlight still penetrated the mist. They were just outside an open cave entrance. But her attention wasn't on the outdoors; it was on him. With one hand he pulled out a knife with the flick of a wrist. With the other hand he grabbed her and pulled her close. A large sigh escaped the shocked princesses lips, although she wasn't completely frightened. Taking the knife, he reached behind her and cut the bonds that held her wrists tightly. "Please..." he said, as if he was trying to form the right words without stuttering. "Please, hear me out." The princess wanted to slap him so badly. An anger surged through her body and she pulled her hand back, but she stayed her hand, lowering it. Not because she feared retribution, but because...well, she didn't know why. "How...how could..." she stuttered; oddly enough it was her that had trouble with the words. Her arms and fists tensed up, pointing downward as her upper torso lurched forward, hair spilling into her face and over her eyes. He firmly grabbed her shoulders. "I...You must understand," he started. "I had to see you. There was no other way but this." She reacted as if it was an insult and jerked away. "No other way?" she shouted with much ferocity, surprising even herself. "No other WAY? Are you insane? I mean, I hardly know you but feel like I've known you for years. I thought you would return when I was in the tower but didn't. I spent the last several months trying to get you out of my head. And you kidnap me AGAIN?" The fire in her eyes had burned brighter than ever. Still holding her tightly, he relaxed his grip and held her firm but gently. With his left hand, he slid it between her hair and the back of her neck with such tenderness. He lightly stroked it, which seemed to relax her. Neither of them realized it, but the power balance that had shifted to the princess was slowly coming back to him. She wanted to stomp her foot and yell some more, but was more interested in his excuse and what he had to say so she remained quiet for the moment. "Listen to me, my princess. Listen! There really WAS no other way but this," he started to explain. "I was once in the Captain's Guard at the castle. For a long time. Many years. In fact, I was to replace the Captain within months. I remember watching you from afar; I remember every time you would walk right by me, within a few inches, as you strolled along your way. I know you do not know me because you never once looked into my eyes." It was true, she knew. Not just him, but everyone in the castle; she deemed herself much better than everyone else back before her first kidnapping. Her heart sank as mentioned this part of the story. "But I fell for you. Understand I realize many men have also fallen for you, but the way I felt for you wasn't a childish crush like any of the other men and soldiers. It wasn't because you were rich or because you were a princess or because of your status and glamour. It was because..." his words trailed. "It was because of you. Just you -- for who you are. Because of your eyes. The way they were filled with such passion at everything you would do. But yes, I knew you were very shallow back then..." Initially enamored, her eyes now narrowed at him. Truth or not, that made her angry. He slyly smiled seeing her reaction, but continued. "It was because of your beauty. But I am not so foolish as to know that beauty does not fade. Do you think I have not considered that, unlike any other man in your kingdom? It was because of your passion. I didn't see it for a long time, because your rudeness and pompousness hid it," ...again she glared at him... but he continued, "But eventually I saw it." "Your passion, in everything you did. Not with people, of course, but with everything else. The way you rode a horse lady-like trotting through the forest, or the way you gently strolled across the courtyard. It was in the way you would stare at the waterfall from your tower, every single day. The way you would admire a single rose in your rose garden. You would choose just one, pluck it, and stare at it for an eternity, it seemed." She froze...how could anyone know this? How closely had he been watching, or was she just lost in her own world staring at the rose? I wanted to be that rose...that one you saw and dreamed of despite the rest of the rose garden. The one you looked at with passion and romance. Every petal that you had admired, every sweet smell that you breathed of it." She finally started to soften. "This, my princess, is how I fell for you." Her entire body, once rigid with anger, was now melting for this man. "But then," he explained, "there was an incident in the castle. I was..." his words trailed. Then he finished his sentence: "Banished from the kingdom." His words grew heavy. "I was threatened with execution should I ever return. I will not tell you the story at this time. I had much spite for the king and everyone in his kingdom, and wanted to hurt him as much as he ruined me. That was when I decided to kidnap you." The air turned cold. The princess held her breath. She was in disbelief at his words and had felt so used, too much in shock to cry. What could he have possibly done to have been banished? Her father must not have told her this story because she certainly would have remembered it. Who was this man? Every time she thought she had him figured out, he surprised her! Was he dangerous after all? The Man in Black paused but did not waiver in the slightest. "But I almost did not go through with it. I did not wish to harm you -- I knew I never could. In fact I initially cancelled my plans to kidnap you. It wasn't until I found you wandering in the forest, alone..." his voice trailed, and he couldn't help but smirk a little. The cheeks of the princess turned bright red, and she found herself smile just a little, lowering her head out of embarrassment. "I would ask for your forgiveness, my princess. But only for the first kidnapping; not the second," he said very matter-of-factly. "But...why not for now? I don't understand..." she asked. "I risked execution returning to the castle this night. I carefully weighed this decision. The truth is, my princess, I could not live without you. I returned to the tower to take you moments too late after you were already rescued. That is why my decision to steal you this night was an easy one. I want you to be mine. MINE alone. I adore you. I will cherish you. I will have no other, only you." The Man in Black was very firm with his words, but not intimidating. He stood forward, brushing her golden locks of hair out of her face softly with the back of his hand, hovering over her a good half-foot. "You are stunning, my princess. Even as you stand here in your radiant gown on this cold night of the full moon, I realize what makes it so radiant is simply YOU. You captivate and enchant me, my lady. My heart and my soul. With or without your riches and power in the kingdom, I desire to spend eternity with you. It is beyond my control, to love one as stunning and graceful as you. It is not a choice that I have to make but it is truth. It is, perhaps, destiny. This is how I feel about you." His words trailed off. He almost choked out, "However..." He continued, "However, you do have a choice. If you wish, I shall place you upon my stallion and send you back to the castle. He knows the way well. You will never see me again if that is your hearts desire, and will never see me again. This is my word I give you. You will have your freedom." She almost felt heartbroken as he said this. His words, and the passion he had for her was indescribable. And for him to offer to send her back to the castle...but he continued. "This is your first choice. Your second choice is this. You may stay with me, princess. You may be mine, as I will be yours. You will be my pet, my slave, my love, my darling one; but I will adore you and take care of you and worship you. I want this more than anything, but could never force your love. YOU control my destiny. Our destiny." His blue eyes sparkled as he spoke. The words he spoke wavered. The princess soon saw that the sparkle in his eye was the moonlight reflecting off of the light trace of water in his eye. With the back of his hand, the Man in Black lightly ran his fingers over her soft, warm cheek. He simply wasn't able to resist touching her. In fact, he wanted more but withheld. Why he withheld, she did not know. She was filled with so much rage at him, but so much affection and care for him. She wanted to slap him or hit him, but his sincerity overwhelmed her. She had so much passion for this man, but he was nothing like what a princess should be attracted to, and she was mad at herself for that. The lies -- the audacity he had to kidnap her -- showed he was dangerous and might not be able to be trusted. But here he was offering her freedom. Here before her was a chance at freedom; she knew he would keep his word and let her leave to her normal predictable but stable life. On the other hand, she could remain here with him and be his lover, hit pet...and essentially, his slave. The mere thought of this was too much to process. She took in a deep breath. She looked at the Man in Black, eye to eye, and unafraid for the first time ever. "I have made my decision," she said with all the poise of a princess. But then her head lowered, unable to look him in the eye anymore, as if ashamed. "I...I have decided that..." The Dark Tower Ch. 06 The final (for now) chapter in The Dark Tower saga. Please do not read if adult themes or maledom offends you. This is ONLY a fantasy, please distinguish between fantasy and real life. Thank you to all who read my stories! * Taking another deep breath, head still down, she finally finished her sentence. "I have decided that..." she rose her head to look him into his gorgeous blue eyes. Shaking, almost in disbelief that she was going to make this decision, she held her wrists together, hand in hand. "I have decided that I will be yours my beloved, and remain by your side. My answer is yes -- I will be yours!" He was speechless as she spoke these soft words throughout the quiet night where only a light breeze could be heard. "Lock me up, take me, and make me yours. But love me." she whispered, as her throat wavered choking out those words. He smiled like she had never seen before. She almost thought that she saw tears welling up in his eyes, but it was hard to tell in the dark despite the moonlight. Silently crying, she threw her arms around the Man in Black, holding him tightly. She could no longer hold back from him, no matter how hard she tried. The princess buried her head in his chest, and the muscular arms of the man held her tight in a warm embrace. Gently, like a loving master or a protective daddy, he stroked her head as he took her into his strong arms. They held each other for several long passionate filled moments, as time seemed to stand still. With two fingers, he lifted her chin up, wiped away her tears with both of his hands. Then he kissed her. Her body felt weak as if her legs were ready to buckle but she kissed him back, throwing her arms around her love. He held her even tighter, kissing her so deeply with his mouth inside hers. He momentarily picked her up, only to move a few feet towards the entrance of the cave and held her up against the wall, still kissing her gorgeous lips. Wrapping her legs around him, she kissed him back, her tongue swirling against his and holding his face. He slid her down the wall just a little in order to make her level with him; her legs held onto him tightly. Kissing her neck, he moaned as she threw her head back. Her entire body shivered as she felt goosebumps overwhelm her body. He swept her off of her feet and started walking deeper inside the cave. Her body was extremely cold. The Man in Black felt bad that he hadn't noticed; he was simply lost in the passion. However she was just as well and forgot that she was so lightly dressed, not noticing the stinging bite of the cold autumn air. The cave was dark. After a few twist and turns, torch light illuminated a clear pathway that opened up into a chamber that resembled her princess-like bedroom from the Dark Tower. She was absolutely amazed at the resemblance -- it was almost an exact replica except for the darker colors of the tapestries and furniture and the lack of lighting in the dimly lit room. In the center of the room was a tall canopy bed with dark-grey iron posts and soft black sheets. He gently laid his princess upon the bed, covering her up with a thin sheet from the bed. The Man in Black had every intention of letting her rest at this late hour and returning in the morning, but could not resist her beauty. He could not resist her charms. He could not resist ...anything about her. He leaned down to kiss her once again. He quickly started to take off her thin white slip, lifting it over her head. In only a thin white see-through bra and matching panties, his hands rubbed lightly against her body. The lightest touch of his fingers warmed her insides and made the princess damp. She reached forward to take off his black outer garments. The more passionately she kissed him, the harder she ripped his jacket and shirt off of his body. His muscles flexed against the soft glow of the torch. The only time her eyes broke away from his was to stare at his amazing pecks. She couldn't help but touch them lightly -- they were so hard. He moaned quietly, trying to control his breath. He held her hands tightly and above her head with one hand. With his other hand, the man quickly unfastened her bra and began to feel her soft delicate breasts. The princess moaned as he threw it to the floor. "My princess, you promised to be mine. Are you sure you are willing? Do you trust me?" She nodded yes to both questions. "I know there is no going back, my love. My Master," she cooed. Momentarily letting go of her wrists, he reached into the drawers of the black night stand by her bed and pulled out a set of iron black shackles with only a few inches from cuff to cuff. He saw her passionate face turn into a wicked, erotic smile. She thought to herself, he must have placed them knowing I would say yes -- or hoping that I would say yes. He also couldn't help but smile an evil grin. Taking his time so each moment would last, savoring it as if she was his last dinner, he cuffed one of her wrists and locked it tightly. He looped the chain around the vertical steel posts of the headboard and fastened the remaining cuff to her other arm. She was such a gorgeous sight, cuffed tightly and arms stretched out. Now she was his, and now she was helpless. Her hips slid closer to him. The man pulled her white panties off of her, leaving her completely naked. As they slid off of her, she wiggled her legs just enough to assist him taking them down. She also savored this moment, knowing this was the best moment of her life and that it may never happen again should the world suddenly stop, should it end tomorrow. Her gorgeous body glistened in the light and they both knew that she would be his. Shirtless, the man crawled upon the princess. He unzipped his pants. As she saw his hard cock come out, the princess began smiling greedily, realizing how hard he was already. There is one sure way to tell how a man feels about his girl, she mused to herself. Squirming in place, playing as hard-to-get as one could in her position, she wanted to feel him deep insider her body. She needed it, she craved it. Her body ached for it. Finally, he plunged it into her. The princess thought she would explode right then and there and let out a loud moan that echoed off of the chambers walls. His cock penetrated her sweet wet pussy and his body held on to hers tightly. Holding her body, he shoved himself deeper inside of her, rocking his hips back and forth. "Oh, Master," she cried out. Her legs opened up wide, allowing him further access to her secret treasures. She wrapped her calf's around his back, trying to pull his body into her more; sensations of unbelievable explanation coursed throughout her entire body. He continued to pound his hardness deep within her delicate body, and she held on to the headboard as if she was riding horseback and about ready to fall off. Nonetheless, she was being ridden like a wild mare (and very hard). The chains of the shackles rattled against the bed posts as iron hit iron. The moans of both the man and the princess turned into wild screams as if they were animals. Finally, as his breathing heightened, his cock could not take any more. He orgasmed with such an incredible force into his delicate princess, his rose. Feeling his cum deep within her as he fired rope after rope was all she needed to send her over the edge; she climaxed with incredible force and screamed. Her body tightened and her pussy tightened on his cock; she screamed like a whore but did not care. She still felt like his princess -- and that was the important thing. Of course she was embarrassed and didn't want to, but scream after scream came out as their juices mixed and slowly trickled out of her body. There was no holding back for her. She did not want to let go of him with her legs. And he didn't get up; he collapsed upon her and lay there. The only sounds in the entire chamber were the sounds of heavy breathing from two intertwined lovers. He didn't say anything, but she could tell how he felt by watching his breathing as his stomach rose and fell. Closing her eyes, her head relaxed and fell deep into the pillows. The man pulled himself out of her slowly, exhausted. He slid up her body so he could be face to face with her. He had a look in his eye that she had never seen; a look of love and devotion to her. Not just ecstasy and pleasure. Tears welled up in her eyes. She knew that, even though he was her master now, she still had a kind of hold on him that not just any pet or slave can do. That made her feel special. More special than she had ever felt as a princess. She giggled, tears still in her eyes, as he caressed her face. Oh, how she loved that simple touch of his fingers to her rosy cheeks. She was now completely his, and she knew it; to lover her or to hurt her. She had no choice but to trust him. Her heart wouldn't have it any other way. "I am so sorry, master, for losing control like that. I...I...." she stuttered. Putting a finger to her lip, he shushed her. "I wouldn't have it any other way, my princess. If the world ended tomorrow, I would still be happy except for the fact that we missed the future. But somehow I believe we would still be together even beyond." Taking out the key to her cuffs, he released her from her bondage. This time. He held her head and kissed her. "I love you, my princess. You shall always be mine..." "And I love you, my prince..." Her words trailed off, tightly holding her Man in Black, ...her friend, her lover, her master, her soul-mate. This was the most cherished moment of her life so far, and looked forward to what the rest of her adventures with the Man in Black, her Master, would bring them both...