0 comments/ 9923 views/ 2 favorites Wandering in the Dark Ch. 01 By: SlutWitch I hear his screams and it turns my blood cold. He is furious with me and he will punish me in a harsh and unforgiving way, I know it. I was warned the last time; the time I ran away. I shiver remembering the punishment I suffered when I was dragged back to the castle. I want to scream: But I didn't run this time! I only went exploring. The manse is fascinating to me and my curiosity has gotten me into real trouble, possibly danger now. I want to hold him. I want to please him, but I am trapped with no escape. There's no escape that I can find in any case. The room is dark and the hard stone floor is so damp. Feeling along the rough stone walls, I struggle trying to find any sort of escape. Something sharp stings my finger and I know that I am bleeding. Whimpering, sucking my finger, tasting the warm coppery blood from what I realize is mercifully a minor cut. I freeze when I hear a squeaking and then scream when I realize there are rodents in here with me. "Oh, god! Oh Master! Please!!! Someone help me!!!!!" Why can't he hear me??? I heard his rage-filled screams before; why can't he hear my terror-filled ones now? Still feeling along the wall, I can feel my heart racing inside my chest. My breath is coming rapidly. I stumble on something and, as I fall, my flailing hands find something to cling to. It feels like a metal rod but it is not sturdy. When I grab it, the rod sticks as though pausing for a moment. It delays my fall but only for a second. Too late and to my horror, I realize the rod is a lever that pulls down with a grinding metal-on-metal sound and I fall hard to the ground, soaking my panties and the tiny negligee on the damp floor. I sob pitifully, holding my body with my arms wrapped around myself. As my sobs subside, my terror rises once more as I realize the lever has opened something and I hear water flowing. I stand up and try to pull the lever back up into its original position, but it is jammed. I pull with all my strength and then fall to the floor again. The flow of water continues like a faucet turned on low. It is slow but it is frighteningly steady. I begin to feel the water under my ass moving, flowing. I can smell the sweet smell of fresh water cutting through the staid, moldy smell of the long forgotten room. It would be a relief was it not for the fact that the water level in the small room is rising at a slow but still alarming rate. I bang on the stone walls, screaming hysterically! My fists are now torn and bloody, but I keep pounding frantically. I move to the dim source of light that was revealed when I pulled the lever. The water is up to my thighs already and rising, ever rising. I scream for my master, praying that he can hear my cries through the tiny opening. I pray that somehow he can hear my cries. I pray to the gods to let him forgive my wayward curiosity. I pray that I have not lost him forever. I scream and sob for what seems like an eternity. The water up to my chin now and panic is rising in my chest. I try to comfort myself with the fact that this is such a high room and that I am a strong swimmer who can float and tread water forever. No sooner than this calm settles on me, I hear an ominous rumble and then feel a vibration in the water around my body. Suddenly, the slow flow of water transforms into a torrent! My cold, exhausted body is tossed and flipped in the rage of water, crashing and bouncing between the walls of the tight high room. I have no sense of up or down and cannot breathe. The dizzy feeling that so aroused me when Master applied his scarves and collars is now exacerbated and terrifying. I am flung to the surface for a merciful drag of oxygen and opportunity to scream once more, before being pulled under helpless and alone. I hold my breath as long as I can and then feel my resolve fading and my strength giving way. The water invades my ragged lungs. My eyes flutter and I feel my body go limp. I can only pray that someone heard my cries. Everything fades to black as I pray desperately that he will find me before it is too late. ---------------------------------------------- "Listen!" He commands to the servants gathered nearby, "Did you not hear the thunder of water just then and a scream just following it?" He bolts from the room and runs down multiple flights of circular stone stairs, seemingly carved into the very walls of the manse itself. Leaping down the stairs covering five or more steps at a time, he quickly reaches the lowest levels of the building. He heads straight to a large wooden door at the far side wall. He is oblivious to the servants who are desperately following as quickly as they can. Pulling on the heavy door, he finds it is stuck. Years of disuse and swelling due to moisture have caused it to nearly fuse into the frame. He screams in frustration as he throws all his might into opening the portal, jamming an iron bar into a crack and using it as leverage to get the door to move. He knows there is little time. The crash of water finally had revealed to him where his slave has gotten to. His heart swells knowing now that she did not run away again. However, he also knows that every second is precious if he is to save her from her own curiosity and foolhardiness now that she has triggered one of the many defensive traps set about the manse to ward off invaders. There is only one access point left after the trap has been sprung. As he finally gets the door open enough to slip his muscular body through, he sees the water lapping up through the heavy grate on the floor. Quickly grabbing the iron rings attached to the grate, he pulls upward, the muscles straining in his back and neck as it comes loose with a squeal of metal hinges long rusted and out of use. Calling her name, he dives headfirst into the water. He is enveloped immediately into the black depths of the water pit. He searches as best he can with such limited visibility. He uses his large hands to feel along the edges of the walls, hoping he will find her floating somewhere close. He catches a long black shadow swimming by out of the corner of his eye and silently prays that the shadow has not found her first. His hand comes to rest on a piece of silky material and he realizes at once that he has found her. Grasping the fabric tightly in his fist, he drags her as quickly as he can toward the dim light coming from above. His lungs are nearly at the bursting point when he pushes her with all his remaining strength upward and through the opening to the waiting arms of his servants who grab onto her and drag her out of the cold dark waters. They roll her onto her back, attempting to revive her. He prepares to climb out of the opening himself when he cries out in agony. He looks down and sees the long powerful jaws of the creature clamp around his leg. In a split second, the creature drags him back under. The servants scream in surprise and horror as they watched him slip under the water again. He pulls the knife from his belt and slashes violently at the creature's eyes, or at least where he thinks the eyes should be as he cannot see them in the darkness. The blade connects with some part of the creature. The powerful jaws shake his body violently for a second. Feeling the pressure on his leg release, he makes for the light, bursting through and grabbing onto the side of the floor to pull himself out as quickly as possible. He yells to the servants, "Close the grate and lock it! NOW!!" Rolling over to her, he is horrified to see her lying there so cold and seemingly lifeless. He begins breathing into her mouth, forcing air into her lungs in hopes of bringing her back. He ignores his own wounds and the blood streaming from his leg as he continues to try to drag her back from the jaws of death. Suddenly, she coughs and water gurgles in her throat. He rolls her to her side to help expel the water as she coughs more and painfully gulps air back into her lungs. He breathes a ragged sigh of relief and collapses onto the stone floor. His head is spinning as he feels the life flowing back into her. He feels faint from the loss of blood caused by the creature's bite on his leg. He wraps his arm over her body and holds her tightly. He whispers a single word as he fades into unconsciousness. "Mine." ----------------------- She awakens to bright white light and feels completely warm and at peace. For a moment, she believes that she has passed from her earthly existence into something much more ephemeral. Only when she attempts to move, and every muscle in her body screams with aching pain, does she realize that she is quite alive. Her eyes adjust to the sunlight streaming in the windows and she looks around at the sterile, yet elegant room. Virtually everything in the room is silver, chrome, or white. The furniture, the draperies, and even the plush bedding that her body is nestled into. She wonders where she is and how she got here. She is dressed in a beautiful silk negligee which feels soft as air on her bruised and battered flesh. She tries again to sit up and dizziness overtakes her. She collapses back onto the bed. Her eyes flutter and she sleeps again. Rushing images and sensations sweep over her in the ensuing dream state. She remembers floating weightlessly, helpless in a torrent of water. She recalls a low guttural animal sound, terrifying and unidentifiable. She recalls terror and unconsciousness. And finally her mind retrieves the memory of being lifted like a rag doll by a powerful entity, followed by roars, splashing, and a single familiar spoken word: Mine. She jolts awake. "My Master!" She cries,"Was it him?" It had to have been; no one else on earth would've fought so fiercely for her. She sobs and screams hysterically until the master's servants hear her and come in to calm her. She begs them to let her see the master, but they each look one to the other silently. Her hysteria grows as she realizes the danger he was in when he saved her life. She feels the sting of a needle in her arm and the slave-nurse wiping the spot with a cotton ball. Thick heavy sleep descends on her like a blanket. She slips swiftly into unconsciousness, sobbing softly, and muttering, "Master...Master." The days pass slowly. Each day she is gently bathed. The servants are scrupulously careful and gentle with her bruised body. She can't help but feel a twinge of arousal each time they wash her full breasts and each time they wash her labia and anus. The twinge only serves as a reminder of the Master. Each bath inevitably ends with soft sobs though not from physical pain. Her pain comes from frustration, confusion and an aching need she has to see her Master's smile. It is an ache that comes from a desperate longing to feel his strong arms around her, and feel his pleasure inside her. One of the older slaves is particularly attentive, smiling as she bathes her body. The older woman lightly touches her swollen clit. The older woman meets her young eyes with a knowing look as if she understands the deep need. The older slave hums to her as she brushes her silken wavy black hair back on the pillow, calming her fears and anxieties. It is in this way that she is lulled to sleep most nights With the passing days, she becomes stronger physically; however, her mind and soul settle into a heartsick despair. No one yet has uttered a word to her. No one will tell her news of her Master or allow her to see him. Today, she decides, is the day she will get answers. The slave-nurse comes as usual with the sedative and she swallows the pill like the obedient slave that she is. She extends her tongue to show the nurse that the pill was properly ingested. When the nurse leaves, she pulls the pill from the fleshy pocket in her cheek and gingerly moves her legs to the side of the bed. Her feet touch the floor for the first time in many weeks. She stands slowly on weak legs and, for the first time, does not collapse dizzily. She smiles as she is able to stand up, albeit unsteadily. The silk of her gown rustles as she takes one step and then another, slowly making her way to the door. She carefully opens it, grateful that the hinges are well-oiled and silent. She looks quickly down the corridor, first right, then left. She does not recognize this part of the manse. She feels a giddy curiosity at first, and then remorse for her misguided explorations washes over her like a tidal wave. Silently she glides down the hall, reveling in her returning strength. She knows there will not be much of it and that she will need to be near her bed soon. After glancing in several rooms, she realizes that this is some sort of hospital wing; she can only assume it is in the manse since the servants are here. The rooms to the left and right are all unoccupied; she counts 7 in total, not including her own. Finally she comes to the end of the hallway where she comes to a pause before two enormous and ornately-carved wooden doors. She places her shaking hands on the brass pulls of the doors, trembling with an innate knowing. She pulls the doors open to see a tremendous bed in the center of the room which is inhabited by a large unidentifiable sleeping figure. The shades are drawn and the room is very dark, save the flickering light from the raging fire crackling in the fireplace on one side of the room. Slow steps bring her ever closer to the bed. When she is halfway to the bed, she hears a low snore and her heart leaps! It is him! She races to the bedside, expending her remaining dwindling energy, and collapses to her knees at his bedside. She touches his face; heavy tears stream down her cheeks. She whispers, "Master? It is me. It is your Lexi." He stirs slightly but does not wake. She scans his sleeping body and gently strokes his hair with her still trembling hand. She sees the bandages and the splint on his leg; she feels the heat on his forehead. His body harbors a terrible fever. Could it be an infection from the wound perhaps? She peppers his face with tiny kisses, so light and delicate that they can hardly be felt. "Oh, my strong courageous Master, you saved my life!" She sobs uncontrollably, hanging her head, covering it with her hands, "Master, my Master, I am so sorry. This is my fault. Please, please forgive me". He stirs again, still not waking, but he murmurs the word she remembered in her dream, "Mine". She sits up with a start and looks at his handsome face. Smiling and laughing through tears, she knows that he must sense her presence. Mindful that there is surely punishment to come, she revels in his unconscious recognition of her. Carefully and without any regard for possible consequences for her brazen actions, she climbs under the luxurious covers and into the bed with him. She gently lifts his arm to encircle her body as she snuggles into his heavy warmth. Panting from the effort and with the last shreds of her energy spent, she feels herself drifting off. She sighs softly and nestles more deeply into his arms. She slips into sleep, joining her Master at last. She yawns and whispers, "My darling Master. I am Yours". Wandering in the Dark Ch. 02 Darkness Cold Fever burning Dreams Nightmares Pain Despair He was perpetually unconscious after it happened. Days turned into weeks. His inner mind remained in turmoil as his body continued to fail with fever and infection. Deep in His mind's eye he could see her lying there, soaking wet and not breathing. He cringed involuntarily as his subconscious mind remembered how cold her body was to his touch. He could feel the roughness of the stone floor as he crawled to her, the pain of the wounded leg not yet fully realized. The desperation felt like a knife in his heart as he desperately tried to breathe air and life back into her body, all the while praying to the gods that she will live. He passed out from his own loss of blood while still fearing the worst. His dreams turned swiftly to nightmares of losing her. His fevered brain filled with an overwhelming sense of despair and emptiness. The doctors kept him well drugged in the time that followed. They made use of numerous sedatives and salves, trying to heal his leg. They feared that nothing would heal his aching heart, if he lived. The wounded leg became so badly infected that they feared possibility of amputation. No one wanted to be anywhere close when he awoke if that were the fate decreed by the gods. Slave-nurses cared for him and kept constant vigil. He was surrounded by constantly watchful eyes and hands. They soothed his brow and held him as he cried out her name again and again in his darkest dreams of terror and loss. Finally, the fever broke. He remained unconscious, but the raging turmoil caused by the infection seemed to lessen. His skin was still hot to the touch, but mercifully it was not the burning in the blood like before. Great sighs of relief filled the slave nurses and doctors who had worked so hard to bring him back whole. He was finally resting with the heavy shades still drawn against the light when she entered and found him. His mind felt her, somehow sensed that she was with him. She gently kissed his face and forehead and although he was still unconscious, his heart swelled inside him. Even in his dream state, he knew that she had survived. He called out to her in his dream, "Lexi, Lexi, come to me!" Incredibly he could feel her warm body as though she were really there, crawling into the bed with Him. Dream merged with reality as he wrapping his arms around her and whispered, "Mine". They slept together for endless hours. Lexi was fully and blissfully aware of every moment and the Master slowly became more and more aware as the next dawn arrived. The slave nurses were surprised upon entering his rooms and finding them snuggled closely together. The younger nurse started to wake Lexi and send her back to her own bed but the older nurse stopped her and silently urged the younger woman to look at the sleeping figures. They were both deep in dreams but they were smiling in them now rather than screaming or sobbing. The nurses smiled in shared understanding and recognition of the devotion and adoration they were witnessing. Without a word, they began preparing the room, stoking the fire and carefully opening the heavy drapes. He awoke and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright light streaming in. In the same moment he realizes that Lexi is sleeping soundly in the crook of his other arm. Gently he leaned over to kiss the back of her neck and said a small prayer of thanks to the gods. The nurses were bustling about the large room, talking in low but very excited voices and urging him to try and stand. He heeded their pleas and gingerly slipped his arm from under Lexi's sleeping shoulders. His feet touched the floor and his naked form rose on unsteady legs. Several nurses were at his side in an instant, supporting his muscular frame. Together, they helped him over to a nearby chair and dressed him in a luxurious robe. He settled heavily into the chair, looking at one of the nurses, asking one question, "How long?" "It has been weeks, Master." She answered, "It has been many weeks." She looked at him with a glaze of tears in her eyes, "We feared you would not return to us, Master." "How is she?" He inquired. "She is well Master. She must have found her way in here during the night for she was not here when we left you last evening. It was the first night you have been alone in all these many weeks and she somehow managed to find her way in." He smiled slightly, somehow knowing that would be the way of things. "Help Me back to the bed and be gone; do not enter again until it is time to bring the midday meal" "Yes Master, certainly." They reply and hurry to do his bidding. He slipped beneath the covers and slid his naked body next to hers, kissing her neck and shoulders as he moved his hand up under her silken gown to caress her mound with his fingertips. She stirred and moaned at his touch, coming awake slowly to find her Master lying beside her. He breathed gently in her ear as he rolled onto His back, "Come here my Lexi. Spread your legs and cover me with your body. My own is not moving well yet with this leg, but other things seem to be just fine." He laughed softly as she complied with his command. She lifted off her silken negligee, letting him take a long and lustful look at her body. She kept her eyes on his as she reached down to take his swollen member in her hand and guided it into her waiting warmth. Slowly and gently they moved as one: guiding, cooing, laughing and giggling as they made love for the next several hours. They climaxed together over and over and over again. They'd collapse onto the bed, sweating and panting. And then they'd lie sleepily together in each others arms until he stirred again or she playfully sucked his cock to hardness once more. Time passed and eventually servants brought in the mid-day meal. Lexi and he barely broke stride as Lexi had yet another orgasm just as the older nurse set down the trays of food. The older nurse smiled to herself as she scurried out of the room. She thanked the gods for the healing powders they gave to Lexi and the Master as they recovered. She stifled a laugh, reminding herself that she was one of only a few who knows that the powders have a delightful side effect: once the body is healed, the powders heighten sexual appetite and response. No one knows exactly how long this effect lasts; this couple appeared to be testing it to the limit again and again and again. ---------------------------------------- Lexi thought to herself and beamed. He is alive! He is awake! Her heart was still leaping; it had not stopped since the moment he awakened her with his lips on her skin. Her body was even more responsive to his touch, as though each delicate brush of his fingers on her skin was an electric shock. His firmer caresses affected her like fire, searing her utterly. Unaware of the side effect of the curatives given her these past few weeks, her mind reeled at her increased fervor for him. She convinced herself that it sprang from her relief and joy at his returning health, not to mention his restored virility. Her skin felt flushed and hot with the fire of almost continual climaxes. Her orgasms had been strung together like so many fiery pearls around her slender throat. Kneeling beside him on the huge bed, she took his thick and turgid shaft in her long slender fingers. She stroked it gently and gazed at it lovingly and with longing. She smiled at his face and her heart leapt seeing his eyes focused on her. She shivered as she saw the familiar expression of lust fixed in his smile. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she lowered herself slowly and extended her tongue to touch the tip of his cock. She lapped the very tip of her tongue slowly over the slit in the fat head. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly as she tasted the precious drops of precum. She licked her lips in anticipation of the savory delights to come. Smiling, she opened her lips and took the head of his cock inside her mouth. She slowly swirled her tongue around the head, reveling in the hardness and the heat of him. Inch by inch, she lowered herself, taking him into her mouth and then into her throat. She eventually swallowed all of his length and moaned as his curly pubic hair tickled her nose and chin. She fought the reflexive need to gag as she pressed harder; she swallowed his thick head past the tight ring of muscle in her throat. His hands tangled in her hair, pressing urgently on the back of her head as his hips lifted up higher. She gripped his hips as he fucked her throat. His growls and grunts were like sweet music to her ears. She could feel the hot wetness grow and fill her cunt; his pleasure always acted as a perfect aphrodisiac to her mind and body. He pressed in harder, deeper and faster. Then, without warning, he stopped and held his cock in place. His resonant voice instructed her to hold him deeply and to extend her tongue so that she could lick his heavy balls. All the while, his cock pulsed slowly and deeply inside her throat. Her moans vibrated his shaft and she could feel his cock head swell to incredible proportions. Her long fingernails dug into his hips for leverage and she looked up at him with lustful devotion in her eyes. He reached between her legs and easily slipped three fingers deep into her slippery cunt. Once again he began to fuck her throat in earnest. He kept the same rhythm in her mouth and cunt; his groans and moans grew louder and louder. He twisted his fingers gently as first and then with and almost brutal ferocity as his body stiffened. He pressed his hips up higher still, driving his cock painfully deeply inside Lexi's throat. His groans let her know that he was feeling pain in his leg from this exertion, but he clearly did not care. His need for her was so fierce; he cried out with an animal howl. She felt him swell in her mouth and then tasted his hot seed filling her throat. She screamed onto his cock as her orgasm washed over her. His fingers continued brutally ramming in and out of her pulsating pussy, pounding and twisting, making her orgasms seem endless. When at last her energy was completely spent, she draped her body over his. She was careful not to disturb his still painful leg. Her arms wrapped around him as though clinging to him for dear life. She kissed his jaw and cheek, resting her lips close to his ear. Her joy was so complete, she could not remember ever in her lifetime being so blissful. Of course the nature of perfect bliss, at least when bestowed on humans, tempts doubt and fear of its loss. In her encroaching dream state, her mind looked back on the events in the water trap room and how she had enraged her darling master. She trembled remembering his furious cries of "BRING HER TO ME!!!!!" He had bellowed such that she could hear them through the thick stone walls. Fear and near-panic gripped her heart and her relaxed body slowly stiffened on top of his. As the thick toxic bubble of guilt rose through her joy, she choked back a soft sob. He lifted her chin and was surprised to see her heartbroken expression and the heavy tears streaming down her cheeks. He kissed her tears and whispered, "What is this, my pet? Why should you feel sorrow after our joyful reunion?" His voice was so full of love and tenderness, it was too much. She broke into full choking sobs. Her tears soaked hotly onto his shoulder. With great effort, she composed herself and pulled back to look into his eyes; her crystal blue ones wide and filled with tears. "Master?" She whispered, "Can you ever forgive me for my stupidity? Can you ever forgive me for my willful curiosity? Can you forgive me when my foolishness almost resulted in your death?" Her voice lowered to an almost inaudible whisper, "I am so...so very sorry." Once again she collapsed on his body, gripping him tightly and praying for his forgiveness. "I know I have probably lost you and that you have been taking pity on me these past few days - glorious days that I will cherish as long as I live. I am ready to repent and accept whatever punishment you deem necessary, my darling Master. I am willing to do anything you command so that I might earn your trust and favor again" She held her breath, almost without realizing that she was doing it. With trembling hands and quaking body, she waited for his response. He held her close to him, feeling her sadness and remorse along with the salty wetness of her tears as they fell against his skin. He whispered, "Shhh, little one. Shhhhh." "Yes, you are a willful and inquisitive little slave and you will be punished for causing so much trouble. Make no mistake about that, Lexi, none whatsoever. My leg is healing quickly and I am nearly at the point where you will find me ready to bring you to the punishment chamber once again." He paused, letting her take in his meaning. "Your punishment may not be as severe as it perhaps should be; for if it were anyone but you, we would not be having this discussion at all. I would have left you in the water trap and the beast would have made short work of your remains by now. Even had another slave survived the trap and escaped the beast, she would have been given to the rest of the slaves as a non person, for their use or banished completely after being whipped and beaten to near death. You, my witch, have cast a spell on me and often have me wondering who is captive to whom in this dance of ours." He rolled to the side and her body slipped off of his. She lay on the bed face down, still softly sobbing and shaking as he gingerly maneuvered his aching leg so his body was poised over hers. His warm, naked flesh touched hers as he lay atop her. His cock grew again, feeling somehow longer and thicker than ever before. He rested it between her ass cheeks as he buried his face into her shoulder and neck and nibbled at the tender skin there. She gasped slightly as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her anus. Though he has taken her there many times in the past he had not done so since the incident. For some reason, his member seems bigger than ever before and the thought of him entering her ass now made her tremble as though it were the first time all over again. Slowly he entered her ass, gently working the huge cock head past the tight little sphincter. She moaned and cried out as he stretched and filled her. He started a slow but steady rhythm of hip movement, each thrust going a little deeper than the last. Finally, he fully impaled her lithe little body on his cock. Soon, however, his gentle thrusts turned hard. He raised his body up each time, nearly withdrawing completely from her ass. After hovering there with only the tip of his cock inside her anus, he plunged back in harder and deeper each time. His brutal and violent thrusts slammed her body into the bed, almost suffocating her in the bedding and pillows. In spite of the pain, she could feel her cunt getting increasingly slick. The lack of air coming through the pillow excited her. She cried out again in surprise when his fingers encircled her throat and began to choke her. Faster and faster he thrust into her ass. His fingers were tight around her neck, cutting off her air. He could feel her muscles clench around his cock, milking it and drawing yet another load of his seed out of him and into her. He groaned and growled as he exploded, filling her ass with hot, searing ropes of his cum. Her own orgasm made her shake and shudder; her muscles clenched and she struggled for air. She savored the feeling of his hot seed marking her insides. Slowly he released his grip from her neck and she was able to breathe again, gulping in air and coughing with ragged lungs. They clung to one another and settled into the bed once again and drifted easily off to sleep in each other's arms. Three days later, she awoke to find that he was not in the bed with her. She felt disoriented and confused since this was the first time they had been apart for more than a few minutes since she crawled into his bed late that night. The slave nurse came in to take her to the bath and proceeded to wash her. Her old, yet nimble fingers made their way into every part of Lexi's flesh, actually bringing her extremely close to orgasm a number of times. The slave nurse was meticulously thorough, washing not just the exterior of her body but cleansing the depths of her cunt and ass as well. When finished, the nurse dried her off completely and sat her on a chair. The nurse stood behind Lexi, gently braiding her dark hair and humming softly. Lexi relaxed into the feeling of being so pampered and was generally unaware of her surroundings until the slave nurse slipped a set of leather restraints around her ankles and wrists and locked them in place. Lexi reacted with a start and a small cry, realizing now that all this preparation was to get her ready for her punishment. Clover clamps were attached to her nipples and a weight was attached to the chain that ran between them. At the same time a blindfold was placed over her eyes and her wrist restraints were locked together behind her back. Five inch stiletto heels were placed on her feet and she was made to stand and walk forward on wobbly legs. She knew she had reached the punishment chamber when the heels clicked against the hard stone floor beneath her. Someone led her across the enormous room and made her stand with her legs apart. Lexi could feel something being placed against her cleanly shaved pussy lips. A rigid dildo, attached to an elongated pole coming up from the floor was pushed slightly into her cunt. The slave nurse, with a wicked smile, tugged down on the chain between the nipple clamps. Lexi automatically shifted her body downward, trying to lessen the tightening of the clamps. Of course this only drove the dildo deeper inside her cunt. Another tug resulted in more of the fake cock being pushed into her and all the powders and creams the nurse used on her during the bath now revealed themselves in an aching need in her pussy, a need to be fucked as hard and deep as possible. She was gasping and confused. Her nipples and her clit ached and throbbed. She was considering crying out for her Master when she felt the first taste of the flogger on her ass. She screamed and felt the gargantuan dildo push up inside her, almost lifting her off the floor. Lash after last with the flogger made her body twitch and jump. The cruel toy was buried in her now as the weighted chain swayed and tugged on her painfully stretched nipples. She screamed and begged for forgiveness. She sobbed for the love of her Master. She pleaded for his permission to orgasm. She begged him to show her mercy or at least to speak to her; she needed his voice now like she needed the air she breathed. No such permission was forthcoming as the flogger continued to work around her body. The flogger repeatedly kissed every inch of her body. Her ass, her back, her breasts, her long legs and her cunt all took the toll of her punishment. The pain was unbearable as was her need. The punishment grew more and more severe. Her cries echoed and rang, bouncing off the stone walls. Still, the Master did not speak. Wandering in the Dark Ch. 03 He couldn't take his eyes off her as she stood naked before him, bravely and willingly accepting her punishment. He knew she needed him to speak to her. He knew she needed to hear his voice whether filled with praise or anger. He could tell from her posture and expression that she was desperate for him to speak to her and explain what would happen now. He knew this with a blinding certainty, even with her beautiful blue eyes covered by the blindfold. Minutes turned to hours and still he did not speak. How could he? All he wanted to do was take her back up to his bedchamber and relive the past three days. He knew, however, that this was not an option if he wanted to keep the respect of those in his employee and especially if he wanted to retain his commanding authority over all the slaves in the manse. She has willfully wandered off and put many in terrible peril. Punishment was deserved and expected. The whispers about her being his "favorite slave" had not escaped his notice. Showing her the leniency he now wanted to show opened too great a risk. Still, he couldn't speak. He knew his voice would surely betray the conflict raging in his heart and mind. He cursed himself inwardly. He had brutally punished countless slaves over the years! Why should this bother him so? He knew the answer of course. He flogged her lovely pale skin and saw the deep red welts rising and heard her whimpers. His mind craved escape and found one as he allowed himself to drift mentally back to moment he first laid eyes on Lexi. ------------------------------------------- On that lovely late summer afternoon, he stood atop the high wall of the Manse looking over the vast fields below. He had been watching her for weeks and had unconsciously begun rearranging his day so that he could make his way to the north turret to watch her approach. He recognized her easily now; he had observed her as she gathered food, herbs and flowers into her basket for so many days now. It was as though her shapely form was burned into his mind's eye. "Why does this slip of a woman interest me so?" He had said to himself on more than one occasion, "She is pretty and shapely enough, but so are many other slaves I already have inside these walls. What is it about her that draws me to watch her day after day?" He had been incredulous that anyone would gather items for their basket from his lands without his granting permission beforehand. He thought to himself, "She is either brave or ignorant. Surely she must know that is forbidden without my consent." He had not seen her before during other seasons for gathering. He thought, "Perhaps she is new; perhaps she is a wanderer that has merely stumbled across what she believes is free land." Smiling slightly, he thought, "She has stumbled into something alright. Soon she will discover the price that must be paid for trespass on my land." ------------------------------- (The Master didn't know that Lexi had chosen the same memory as her refuge from the pain of the flogger and the agony of her Master's silence. Together they mentally relived their first moments together) --------------------------------- She hummed a tune and sang lightly as she went about her daily gathering. She felt fortunate to have found such a wealth of herbs and foodstuffs. She never looked at the faraway Manse for more than a second or two; she certainly never realized the danger she had placed herself in. Each day she moved closer to the foreboding building as she gathered herbs and food for herself. She wondered at how it can be so plentiful and easily found here when she had searched in so many other places that were practically barren. The thought that she might be on land owned by someone did not occur to her at all; she honestly thought it was her own good fortune that allowed her to find this cornucopia of provisions. She was single-minded in her focus to find supplies to feed her now and to store away for the upcoming winter. It seemed almost magic as each successive day she discovered new items to gather: succulent plums, ripe pomegranates, tender greens, and the wonderful root vegetables which would sustain her through the winter. Each day her gathering brought her closer and closer to the Manse. The days of summer were passing quickly and she knew she must make a final surge in the next few remaining to ensure a well stocked larder in the small cave she was now calling her home. One day she looked toward the Manse, without even seeing it really. She spotted what she thought was an herb garden. As she approached with her basket, she was able to get a better look at the small patch under a large overhanging tree. She was filled with joy and relief as she recognized several of the plants as healing herbs. She thought to herself, "Oh I must go and gather those in case I need some over the winter." Walking over with nary a care in the world, she had no idea she was walking into a trap. No sooner had she bent forward to pluck some of the herbs than a large, heavy rope net fell from the tree above and covered her body. Startled, she screamed aloud and tried to free herself from it. She looked up from the ground and saw that she was surrounded by men and horses. Fearing for her life and virtue, she fought and kicked and spat at them as they surrounded her and began groping at her body through the net. She had no way of knowing that the men were under very strict orders to do no harm to her. They had been told that they could scare her a bit but no more than that. Naturally, they took their fun in making her think she would be gang raped as their captive. Soon enough, they tired of the game they played. She was still in a state of terror as they bound her hands behind her back, tied her ankles together and threw her roughly over one of the horses for the short ride back to the manse. She screamed and cursed them as cowards all the way to the gates. She continued her kicking and fighting until she found herself dumped on the cold hard floor of the manse, looking up at a set of piercing blue eyes. A wry smile lingered on his face as he leaned forward to inspect his new possession. "Hello slave" He said. A cold shiver went down her spine. She screamed at him, "I am no one's slave! I am a free woman!" He shook his head and said with a smirk, "Free women do not go about the countryside alone, stealing food and other supplies from owned lands." He continued, "Free women have husbands or families that they travel with. Only escaped slaves are foolhardy enough to trespass on lands such as this and have the audacity to think they can do so and get away unscathed." "Nooooooooooooo!" She cried as the slaves picked her up from the floor and began to carry her away. He waved them away casually, "Take her to the punishment room; I will be there shortly" -------------------- She struggled and cursed as the slaves dragged her along the hallway into the punishment room. Her ragged clothing was already hanging off of her body. They wasted no time in ripping the tattered remains off her lithe body, leaving her totally naked. The stone floor was cold as she tried to scurry away into a corner and cover herself to hide her shame. The slaves paid no attention to her nakedness as they grabbed her again and brought her to the center of the room. They raised her arms over her head and quickly attached restraints to her wrists. They tightened the chain that hung from above and she felt herself being pulled upward. One of the slaves quickly attached more restraints to her ankles, spreading her legs wide apart as she was quite nearly lifted off the floor. Moaning and shivering in the cold room, she looked around for something that might possibly give her a ray of hope. She was desperate for anything that her mind might hold onto to keep her will strong and help her in her coming ordeal. She fought back tears as she found nothing of the kind and her mind and heart threatened to fill with hopelessness. She gritted her teeth together and tried her best to steel her mind and body against the horrors that this room seemed to threaten. The door opened, creaking on its hinges. The Master entered. He crossed to the center of the room, a small smile spreading across his face as he looked her over. The curves of her body were luscious, the strength and tone in her arms and legs were undeniable, and the angles of her face matched the fire in her crystal blue eyes. He smiled as he noticed that the tears slipping from her eyes down her high cheekbones did not appear as weakness in her. Her fire and her spirit were obvious and strong. He thought to himself, "Yes, she is a fine specimen of a woman and will make a wonderful addition to my stable as pleasure slave." He smiled broadly and thought further, "Of course, should I decide to sell her at the auctions, she will surely draw a high price." His hand moved to her face, his fingers lightly trailing down from her left temple to her chin as he inspected her further. She flinched at his touch and tried to pull away. He grabbed her chin tightly in his hand and looked menacingly into her eyes. With a low and purposeful voice he growled at her, "Do not make this harder on yourself than it needs to be, slave. You belong to me now. Make no mistake about it, I will break you." Ever defiant, she spit in his face and yelled, "NO! I will never be any man's slave!!" His arms moved swiftly, slapping her face hard as he wiped her spit off his own face with his other hand. A small trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her lip and trickled down her chin, mixing with the tears coming from her eyes. In low, measured tones, he told her, "That will cost you dearly, slave. You will wish you had made a different choice just now." Walking to the table near the wall, he picked up a small flogger and slapped his hand with it several times, testing the sting. Turning, and moving back to Lexi, he again took her chin in his hand. He leaned in and kissed her lips gently. His tongue flicked out to taste the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "Mmmmm." He murmured, "Yes, little one; you are sweet." Taking a step backward he raised his arm, flogger in hand. He began working the soft leather tails over her shoulders and down her back, warming her skin with the strokes. He smiled as he watched it turning a light shade of pink as he crisscrossed the tails of the implement over her smooth porcelain-like skin With increasing severity, he continued to whip his new slave. He selected different floggers as time passed, each time choosing one with heavier tails and more "bite". Her pink skin soon turned to red and even darker colors as his efforts continued. Long red stripes are appeared on her skin; she moaned and howled under the well-practiced ministrations of his hand. "You will break, my slave, I promise you." He spoke calmly, "It may take days or even weeks, but in the end you will do whatever I desire. You will do it willingly." -------------------------- She moaned aloud with a pitiful wail. She had been hanging in her restraints for more than a day now; her wrists were chaffed and raw. Her arms felt as if they have been pulled from their very sockets. Her body was red and sore with stripes, signs left from the various floggers the Master had used on her. Exactly how long she had been like this she could not say as the minutes seemed like hours during her punishment. She was not a runaway slave but she had no way of proving that fact. Being of poor, yet free, birth had instilled in her a sense of pride. But pride didn't line one's pockets with coin. Her family had been too poor to afford a proper dowry for her. And the cold hard fact of life was that no self-respecting man would take a wife that did not come with a dowry, not even one as beautiful as Lexi. The door creaked open and she lifted her head slightly. Through blurry eyes she saw the Master entering again. A small sob escaped her lips as she watched him walk toward the side table. Her entire body shivered, anticipating the sting of the lash once again on her now bruised, raw, and tender skin. He approached her from behind so she was unable to see what devilish device he might have selected to torture her with this time. She spit on the floor and cursed him aloud, thinking her natural defiance might act as armor, somehow protecting her from further harm. He chuckled softly at her useless act but thought to himself yet again what a fine prize this slave will be and what a high price she might fetch at the auction should he decide to sell her. But the Master did not have a device of torture in his hands. Instead, he held in his hands a jar of cream. For decades, the Doctor and the slave nurses have sworn by its healing properties. He slowly began spreading it over her naked torso. He thought to himself, "No sense in lowering the price of this prize when just a little extra attention will keep her in shape to bring the highest bids." He was by no means done with her torture or the breaking of her to his will but he was and always will be a man who knows the value of a good slave and the wisdom in treating his own very well in that regard. This was his philosophy only as long as they didn't cross him, that is. More than one slave had been banished to the woods, naked and whipped half to death to be left to make it on their own or be eaten by the wolves. Others had been sent to the lowest places in the manse to serve the other slaves as the lowest of all, as a non-person. Lexi was startled at first by the coolness of the cream as he rubbed it on her body, but she quickly became aware of the warming sensation that followed. "What sort of man is this?" She wondered "What man would whip a slave and then take the time himself to apply healing creams?" He moved his hands slowly over her body, applying the cream but feeling the suppleness and texture of her skin at the same time. Smiling at the sensations in his fingers he thought again of what she would look like as a pleasure slave, dressed in silk clothing with a collar around her neck. "Lovely." He thought. He smiled again at the feeling in his loins. He began moving his hand over her breasts, red and stripped from the flogger. Her nipples were particularly swollen and no doubt painful. Lexi let out a small moan, ashamed to feel his hand there yet, for some strange reason, feeling a tingling of excitement at the same time. Never before had she felt like this. Her brothers and some of the other boys in the village of her birth had, on more than one occasion, chased her into the woods and fallen upon her. They were forever trying to grab her breasts and pussy and hold her down to rape her. A credit to her strength and ferocity, she had somehow always managed to escape the worst of it. She had never felt any response to their efforts other than revulsion and fury. Given her history, she did not understand the feeling in her nether regions. These sensations frightened her, but she was not sure she wanted them to stop. Master applied the cream all over her body, back, arms, chest and legs. As his hand moved up her inner thigh, he smiled as he saw the smallest bit of her own dew glistening on the lips of her cunt. He started to rub the cream over her pussy and she moaned aloud. She cursed herself for her inability to keep silent, but his touch on her private regions and the resulting sensations caught her off guard. Master smiled as he liberally applied the cream over her labia and clitoris. He could feel the cream heating up in his hands so he had an idea of what she was about to feel on her tender little pussy and breasts very soon. He took her chin in his hands and turned her face toward his own. Looking her straight in the eye he said "You seem a little less defiant today, slave. However, I can see that I have not broken your will just yet. A few more sessions and I will have you begging for the privilege of doing my bidding. Won't I, little one?" Lexi whimpered in frustration and despair at the thought of being any man's willing slave. She tried to muster all her indignation and anger. She wanted to spit in his face again, but she found she could not focus. She was excruciatingly aware that the cream was causing an extreme heat in her nether regions. Her body was reacting to the sensations in the strangest manner she had ever experienced. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter in her pussy. Her hips moved, thrusting out involuntarily, as if trying to get closer to the Master's hand again. It was as though her body was acting independently from her mind, needing to feel the touch of his fingers on her hot and swollen sex. Though she was not a virgin, she was not experienced either. The feeling of her pussy flooding with her juices was as confusing as it was exciting. She felt a need and a burning desire that she had never felt before. The Master laughed aloud as her body moved in vain, seeking some sort of contact with something, some sort of contact between anything and her now burning sex. "Yes, little slave. I know what you need, but I promise you that you will not be getting it any time soon." She moaned again and sobbed as her need grew, "Oh goddess, please help me!!" She prayed silently as she twisted and writhed in her restraints. Master turned and walked toward the door, opening it and looking into the hall. He saw one of the other slave girls and called to her. She immediately stopped what she was doing and ran over to him, kneeling at his feet. "Yes Master, how may I serve you?" He grabbed her by the hair and half dragged her into the punishment chamber. She let out a yelp at the unexpected force and pleaded tearfully, "Master! Master, what have I done to displease you?" "Shut up, slave!" He commanded, "You have done nothing to displease me! In fact, you will now do just the opposite. You will please and service me; you will demonstrate the fruits of all your training." He released his manhood from his pants and pushed it into her face. Of course she, being a well trained slave, opened her mouth and began taking him in slowly. She licked around the head and down the shaft of his cock. She held his heavy balls in her small hand she opened her mouth as wide as she could so that she could engulf his hard cock in her mouth. He knew, of course, that Lexi could see this and surmised that watching this little slut slave pleasing him sexually would only serve to make Lexi's need for release that much greater. He smiled knowing that viewing this would be as much of a torture for Lexi now as the floggers were before. Grabbing the slave's pony tail he held her tightly and thrust in and out of her small mouth, gagging her as he pushed deeper into her throat. His other hand moved to the slave's neck so that he could squeeze it slightly. His grip began to cut off her air as his cock in her mouth moved deeper into her throat. His hips moved in a rhythmic fashion, fucking her throat with purpose and ferocity. The slave sucked his cock and fondled his balls; she used all the skills she had been taught. She worked desperately to make him cum while also trying to somehow get a breath of air as he almost violently used her mouth for his pleasure. He abruptly pulled out of her mouth and turned her around, pushing her to all fours on the floor facing Lexi. He ripped the slave girl's tunic open, completely exposing her body. With one swift motion he buried his hard cock deeply into her pussy; she screamed at the forcefulness and brutality of his entry. Lexi watched, seemingly entranced at the display in front of her. Her pussy continued to flood with her juices. Her nipples and clit began throbbing and became so swollen that just a breath or a breeze over them could almost bring her to orgasm. Her body moved and her hips kept thrusting forward desperately, seeking a touch to bring relief. She feared that relief would never come until she succumbed to his will. The anguish was palpable. Wandering in the Dark Ch. 03 Master plowed into the other slave again and again, holding her tightly by the throat as he grunted with the force of each thrust. The slave had one hand on the floor trying to steady herself and the other on her clit, rubbing it hard while pushing her hips backwards to match the thrusts of her Master. Lexi watched as he forcefully took his property in pleasure. With a loud growl, Master slammed into the other slave one last time, releasing streams of his hot seed deep into her womb while the slave herself climaxed in unison with her Master. Her cunt muscles gripped the cock tightly inside her, milking it for every drop. Master withdrew from the slave and she quickly turned around to lick and suck his manhood clean, tasting the mixture of their juices and secretly hoping that the goddess will bless her by making her pregnant with a baby from seed of the Master. She thought hopefully that it might be the way to gain the Master's heart and thereby increase her stature in the hierarchy of the manse. Of course, the naïve slave girl was unaware that the slave nurses were watching everything from a secret balcony above them and would put a special herb in the girl's tea tomorrow. The herb would ensure that no babies would be born to a lowly slave, at least not one from the Master's own line anyway. Lexi could do nothing more than watch and moan as the cream continued to excite her genitals and increase her need and desire. Seeing the Master and the other slave together only fueled the fire in her loins. In her fatigue, she drifted off slightly and half-dreamed that it was her that was being taken so hard by the Master. Master stood, arranged his clothes again, and dismissed the other slave back to her duties. She walked away with his seed still dripping from her sex and down her legs. He walked back to Lexi, teasing her with a finger. He made slow circles on the flesh around her nipples and clit but he did not touch them directly. His actions made her hips buck and drew long, low moans from her throat. He put his finger into the jar filled with the cream and pulled it out again; his finger was completely coated with the mysterious salve. Smiling as he looked at her, he pushed the coated finger into her wet pussy. He might have brought her to orgasm in and instant, but he withdrew too quickly. Once again, he dipped his finger into the jar, covering his finger with the cream. He then pressed the tip against her puckered little rosebud, working it slowly into her ass. She cried out at this invasion as she had never hand anything inside her ass before. She immediately felt the cream beginning to burn inside her. He chuckled softly, knowing that she knew she would be desperate for release, any kind of release, very soon. "We'll let you stay like this for tonight, little slave. There's no need to hurry now is there?" He said in an almost mocking tone. "Tomorrow, we will find some more toys for us to play with, in addition to the floggers and the cream. Soon enough you will beg me for mercy. You will swear your loyalty to me and you will vow to do anything I desire my slave, anything at all." He lightly kissed her on the lips and then walked away, closing and locking the door behind him.