0 comments/ 72972 views/ 8 favorites The Lust Of The Master Ch. 1 By: misty shore For days I wander the grass lands searching for a place to rest; my home had been ravaged by barbaric hordes, pillaging and killing, raping and taking captive slaves. I narrowly escaped with my life hiding in the pens of pigs; covered with the foul leavings of rotten waste from the tables of the aristocrats. Finally I reach the forest with its shroud of trees to hide me. I venture inward; deeper and deeper. Soon I hear the familiar sounds of a river of sorts. I come upon the mossy banks and fall to my knees, cup my hands and scoop up a cool drink for my parched throat. "Ahhhhh!" After satisfying my thirst I decide to tend to the business of cleansing off the stench that now permeates my aching, sore body. I discard my meager trappings of clothing and slowly descend into the icy water. "Brrrrr!" Some stalks of fragrant ginger line the edge of the river banks. I tread water toward them,picking them and squeezing the sweet nectar from their stalks. With my hands I work up a gel-like lather on my long tresses, then I use the brush shaped flower at the end of the stalk as a washing brush for the rest of my body. I remain soaking and let the aroma devour my senses and take away the foul stench of the garbage from the pig sty. After a long dreamy soak, I emerge and grab a hold of my pitiful tattered clothing and scrub it with the remnants of the ginger plant. Spreading it on the branches, I leave it to dry while I gather some large leaves to fashion a bedding and a covering for a nap. I lay atop the cool leaves, covering myself with some more leaves as best as I can. My eyes look towards the canopy of the trees and I slowly drift off to a dreamless sleep. "Whoo hoo!" I bolt up half asleep by the noise of a hoot owl. All around me the mantle of night has fallen, and I shiver in the cold. Feeling around the bushes, I locate my now dry clothing. I quickly dress to comfort the my shivery body. My forehead forms a frown, "Why didn't I gather some kindling when the sun was still up", I scold myself. It is too late for that now. I stand and look around to see even a glimmer of moonlight to guide my path. "What is that?" I spy in the distance. A glint of light far off at the edge of the forest, or so it seems. I make my way clumsily though the darkened forest now, guided by that solitary distant light. Before long, I reach the source of the illumination. "A moat," I whisper, cautious of being heard by some unknown being or thing. A draw bridge lies suspended across a blackened void. A shadowy outline of a ghostly castle attached to it. Astride the castle entrance are posted two fiery torches. "Ahhhh, this is the light I saw in the distance". No sooner I say that, than the moon comes out from its cloudy curtain to beam out over the castle. My eyes scan the citadels and rest on a lone figure near its tower. A man, I perceive. In fear, I duck back in the shadows. Turning, I scurry a ways back into the forest and wait, keeping my eyes focused on the shadowy figure. What seems like eternity, the figure takes his leave, and I am able to creep toward the castle entrance, unnoticed. I work my way through the courtyard; a scent in the air guides me to the stables. I find a loose board and crawl through and come up in the stall of a resting stallion. He is startled and rears, whinnying . "Shhhhhh, whoa!" I cry in vain. The stallion will not be quieted. Soon the whole castle is alarmed. I struggle to crawl out of the stall the same way I made entrance, but in doing so I rip the clothes off my shoulders, baring my breasts. In the course of trying to recover my tattered bodice, my arms are seized, and two hulking castle guards hold me fast. "MASTER, WE HAVE CAPTURED THE INTRUDER"! screams one of them. Fear has me frozen, I squeak not a word out of my paralyzed throat. The footsteps of one person run towards where I am held captive. My eyes as big as a cat's saucer of milk now; I look up at a pair of deep blue, glaring eyes. He looks at me, and then with his hand motions for me to be brought to his chambers inside. I dare not resist such an overwhelming force as the guards drag me, half naked to the chambers of their master. The Lust Of The Master Ch. 2 The castle door labors to open; it is hung on giant pins that give off a tortured moaning of years of rust. Musty dank odor clings to the walls in the dimly lit entrance. The guards waste no time in completing their task,shuffling me up the winding, roughly hewn stone stairs to the large,ornately carved doors at the end of a long hallway. A knocker is lifted, slammed down and a loud hollow echo crashes back. Without assistance the door opens on a creaky note, slowly and effortlessly. I am whisked to the inside and left in a heap on the cold slate floor. My hands grasp my tatters and pull the pieces up to cover my trembling breasts. "LEAVE IT!" a booming voice commands from the shadows. Startled, I unconsciously drop the remnants of the cloth; it falls to my lap. Whispering fills the corner and a waif-like figure appears with garments, towels, and an assortment of bottles. As the figure draws closer, I see it is a woman; a mere child. She pulls at me and points to a room off the side of the master's chamber and tells me to go there. She follows close on my heels, and I emerge upon a lavishly decorated room with velvet and silk curtains and a large pool in the middle, surrounded by four giant columns. A large gold orb in the middle of the tub spews forth fresh water which falls into it, below. Without warning, the girl rips the remaining cloth from my body, leaving me standing naked. Taking me by the hand, she urges me to step into the tub. I gladly do, for I really need a proper bath. The girl pours fragrant potions from the collection of bottles and pulls forth a brush from under the towel she was carrying. Like a woman possessed, she works. It feels like she is scrubbing most of my skin off in the attempt to hurry in her task. Afterwards, she abruptly leaves me and disappears out of the room though a small passage behind a taffeta curtain. Then appears. I see two, tall, male figures that come and snatch me naked, out of the water. I protest, but they ignore my cries. Taking me to a gilded table of gilded gold with a soft layer of feathered pillows, they dump me face down. I feel warm liquid being drizzled over my body while the strong hands of the two males massage and rub in the musk oils and spikenard. Precious oils of the orient, my mind says and can only wonder at why I am being prepared like the fatted calf for a sacrifice. Soon the ritual is over, and again the girl comes back; she hands me a diaphanous garment to slip into. The two male figures wrap a gold necklace and clasp it in the back and fasten a gold chain to the back of it. Pulling me by my shoulders, they force me back into the chamber of the their master. At the far side of the room, visible in dim outline, sits the lord of the castle, the master. Resisting, I am pulled along and presented. "Sit! have something to eat; you must be famished." That I can't deny, for I hadn't eaten so much as a berry in the forest. He needed not speak twice. I take a large peach and attack it like it was my last meal. I could see him grin, at the corner of my eye. "My, My, My, you are a hungry one, aren't you?" I continue my attack on the peach and just nod in agreement. After awhile he asks me where I am from and how did I get here and why did I come to his castle. I explain about my village, the forest, and my need for safety that has brought me to his enclosed sanctuary. I think, After all the formalities and niceties I will soon discover what his intentions are for me. He asks me one question that gives me a clue. "Are you a virgin, my dear?" In almost a squeak, I said, "Yes, I am." Spitting out the second peach pit, I attempt to quiet my mind with the thoughts of my family, now lost. My thoughts were interrupted by his sudden removal from his chair and coming to stand next to me. "Get up, my dear, let me look at you". I hesitated, and he grabbed my hand and jerked me upright. "Mmmmmm, there that's better. Stand by the fireplace light, DO IT, NOW!" I gasped and did exactly as he told too. The light from the fireplace pierced through my garment, making it transparent and open to his prying eyes. "How lovely your wares, my pretty." Now come here". I slowly walked towards him at an excruciatingly slow pace. "QUICKLY , WENCH!" My feet scurried hurriedly along the stone floor. He scooped me up in his arms, knocking the breath out of me, and swiftly moved towards his large canopied bed, lowering in one movement and pinning my wrists above my head. I struggled and twisted, but I was no match for him. He bellowed out a laughter that continued to ring in my ears, as, with his free hand, he ripped open the top of my garment, till it was split all the way down in two halves. "Pleaaaaaaase sir, don't... please." He bellowed in laughter again. "Shut up you little cunt; I will take from you as much as I please". He reached up at his head board and grabbed the bed curtain cords and fastened my wrists in place. Then he tore at his clothes and threw them about the room. He covered my body with his, and with his head he started in taking breaths of me from my neck to my hair. "Mmmmm you smell so good, my wench". His lips grazed my own trembling lips. His eyes locked into mine, and I began to stir in my loins; something I had no intention of doing, but now was powerless to stop. His fingers grazed my nipples that were now plump with desire, all the time focusing his glare on my response. I moaned. "Yessssss, my sweet dove, yessssss". I could barely breathe now. His lips devoured my pink buds, sucked them and pulled at them and tortured me with such precision that I nearly fainted in the course of it all. Now, as he continued this sweet torture his hand, at first, unnoticed by me, carefully found its way to the center of my thighs. I jolted as his finger ventured in and dallied with my engorged and, by now, flooded kernel. "Mmmmmm, how sweet you are as well as tender, I am going to enjoy you, my tender morsel." With that he spread my thighs, and scooted down, trailing his tongue from my breasts to my hidden chamber between the folds of my swollen mound. Parting my lips with his finger,them wide,he probed; my twitching orb emerged open to his tongue. He grasped it in his lips and twirled it around his tongue, leaving me moaning and grinding myself into his mouth. "YOU ARE A LUSTY WENCH, YOU WANT THIS AS MUCH AS I DO," he almost yelled in excitement at my response. His finger jutted inward and met with my virginal barrier. "Ah! this bothersome wall; I will scale tonight, my dove. I will fell it once and for all," he said with an evil grin. My mind fought for sanity. This cannot be happening, I thought, it is all a nightmare, and I will wake up soon. But I knew only too well I was not dreaming; this was really happening. I was his captive and he was about to take my virginity. The Lust Of The Master Ch. 3 How his fingers poked around and swam in the wet pool of my delicate folds, splitting, driving, while his tongue probed and his eyes ogled my facial features. He orchestrated my moans and took a sadistic pleasure in the spasms of delight I could not help but feel. Every vulgar maneuver was launched exclusively for the purpose of shaping me for the finale. His breathe came hot on my open folds. As purposely as he begun, he came to a abrupt standstill and lifted himself baring a grisly, expanding phallus that caused me gasp in horror. There between his sinewy thighs. it swung like a suspended dagger cushioned beneath by two swollen sacks. The phallic pendulum took on a life of its own, springing up in a grotesque dance, poised in alignment with my cavity, ready to thrust in and lay claim for its master. Reaching for some satin cushions, he placed them beneath my underside. Taking hold of the chain that attached at the back of my gold necklace, he hooked it to metal hasp bolted to the wall above the big headboard. CLICK! "There, my delicious slave, you are well secured," he said with a domineering grin etched on his jaw line. Struck by fear, I could not speak; I watched in horror as he placed his rod; disappearing from my view and awakening my tactile sense . He grunted as he held himself hovering at the entrance, searching my eyes for a clue as how to continue. I did not disappoint him. My face contorted and winced in pain as a shrill, unearthly sound unleashed from the depths of my inner being. My wrists and ankles strained against the ropes. My head fixed, unable to move, imprisoned by the gold chain at the back of my neck. He pushed forward again only inches and paused to observe me. Stinging tears poured down my cheeks as I begged him to stop. "Pleassssse, Pleassssse, STOP!" I roared out, my voice, a tortured screech. His face switched, a look of pure craving emerged. His head leaned forward, his lips covering and muffling my scream as he buried the rest of his dagger deep in me. My body stiffened; my eyes widened, my breath suspended. He pulled back his hips almost dislodging his swollen member and drove again once more in my torn opening; again and again. His breathing coming in rapid moans and grunts mixed with lusty words. "Yes, my slave, you are so very tight, and I will endeavor to fill you completely tonighttttttt!!! Ahhhhhhhh! Unnnnnnggh!!" He lunged, faster and faster. My own body , now initiated by his lust, began to respond. "Yes! Yes! Yes! join my lust, my slut, feel how good it is to cum with your master. Cum, now, cum, cummmmm.....aaaaarrrrrrrghhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" My own passions risen to the top; now hanging in limbo, neither descending nor advancing, till both the master and I crescendo into an altered state of being and fall into a heap. His lips crush mine, possessing them as his hips move in short thrusts, squeezing out the last remains of his viscous cream deep inside me. My mind drifting in the sensations. I return his kisses willingly. He looms over me,while his member, still hard, changes position. He releases the ropes and unhooks the chain and turns me on my side and reenters me from the back. His hands reach in front and encircle my breasts. His lips tug at my earlobes as he whispers, "This is only the beginning my sweet, the night is long," and with that, he slowly thrusts into me more again. My eyes close and my body betrays me, riding the wave once more. The Lust Of The Master Ch. 4 I am jolted awake by a familiar stab between my sore, aching and swollen lips. Sleep still fogs my mind, I struggle to get my bearings. He has a hold of my tangled tresses and pulls,jerking my head back. He whips the silk sheet shielding my body and runs his free hand over me with urgency. "Mmmmmmm, good morning, my precious pleasure jewel; it is time for breakfast, but first another initiation for you." He slides his member from my bruised folds and swings one of his legs over to the side of my left shoulder. Securely straddling me, his knees outside of my upper arms, he grabs his engorged member and starts a slow sliding motion up and down on his phallus. "Take a good look my love, you will please me with your lips this morning, something I'm sure you have never done before." Leaning slightly forward,he traces my bottom lip with his moistened rod. "In the future, you will address me as master, and THIS, as my COCK, is that understood?" I nod a weak agreement, trying to avoid his "cock". "Wench! Open your mouth or you will regret it." Trembling, I comply and open my lips a crack. "WIDER, NOW! DO AS I SAY"! in a thunderous voice that startles me, and my mouth drops open instantly. He slowly enters his cock, resting it on my tongue and slides along it to the back of my throat, nearly choking me and unhinging my jaw with his girth. "AHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOoooo yesssssss, now suck it, make your master cum in your sweet mouth" he ordered me. "Take hold of it,woman,with your hands, and pump it while you suck it." My hands encompass his cock, and his hips start a forward stroking motion into my mouth. "Use those hands, woman; stroke my cock, and put some effort in your sucking." My head is pushed forward as his hands ram it forward, choking me. "Mmmmmm, suck it, suck me good, now wench, your master is ready and wants to fill your mouth with his hot cum." His hips move faster, pounding his hard hot member into the back of my throat cutting my airway off. "NOOOW, BITCH, SUCK, SUCK, HARDER HARDER, FAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSTER, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" He arches backward and,spewing his hot lava down the back of my throat. I gag. He pulls out of my mouth and, with lust filled eyes , screams back at me, "SWALLOW MY PRECIOUS SEED, WOMAN", his hand pumping his spurting seed over my face, hair, breasts. He reaches down and grabs one of my tender breasts and rubs his cock head still pistoning jets of thick cream on my pink, enlarged buds, smearing them and moaning. The hot liquid at the back of my throat slides down, and I swallow, nearly gagging on its thickness. "Now, sweet Lady," as he runs his cream-covered cock over my lips, "Clean it up, lick up every drop of your master's cum."I force myself, at first, then begin to taste him. "I haven't forgotten you my love," he wickedly sneers and places his hands along my inner thighs and spreads me wide. His fingers delve in and stretch me open. "This, my sweet, is to be known as your pussy when in my company, understood?" I hypnotically nod a "yes." "Oh my, my, my, look at this!" He seizes my nub with his thumb and index finger shaking it side to side. My juices run freely out and flood his fingers. In a low husky tone he whispers, "You love this, don't you# my hungry slut, look at your pussy,it begs release." "Your master is not unfeeling. I will now reward you for making a good job of sucking my cock." Both his hands now splaying my pussy, he rapidly flies with his fingers across my nub making squishy sounds with the flooding juices. "Mmmmmm, you are a hot bitch, I love it, you will give me immeasurable pleasures". "You like this?" He quickens his pace, tell me bitch?" My orgasm at the brink of exploding, I scream out, "YEEEEEEEEES , MASTERRRRRRR, MAKE ME CUM!" "Yesssss you bitch, Yesssssss, beg, you bitch, yessssss." I am thrown back, and my legs are roughly draped over his shoulder lifting my body nearly off the bed as his mouth covers my pussy and he sucks out all our juices, bringing me to an explosive eruption of earth shattering proportions. I hardly recover when he lowers me with such force on his engorged cock. Holding me fast in his arms, he thrusts upward, impaling me and bringing himself and me to another screaming climax. I collapse in his arms, he gently lays me down once more and softly showers my lips with kisses, trailing down my neck and nibbling at my nipples. He reaches near the side of the bed for the bell cord and jerks it a couple of times. The grand doors open and a small voice calls out, "Yes master?" "Draw a warm scented bath for milady and me, a breakfast feast, And then! leave us." The small waif claps her hands, CLAP! CLAP!, and three male servants enter and quickly move to the bath chamber and prepare our bath. "Master, your feast will be ready immediately".The girl disappears, closing the door behind her. No sooner she is gone, than one of the manservants, with eyes cast down, informs the master that the bath is prepared. The master motions, "Leave us now". As they vanish beyond the taffeta veil, the master turns to me and lifts me off the bed and carries me into the bath chamber. Laying me, floating momentarily on the surface of the steamy, scented bath, he submerges his body beside me. How can a man so bent on furiously taking me last night be so gentle this morning and so generous in bringing me such pleasure? As the bath sinks into my bruised and aching body, I can only wonder at this man who holds me captive for his pleasure. "Today my precious jewel, I must go into the city and return at dusk. Rest up my love, tonight there is more to teach you." "Did you enjoy this morning's initiation?" It would be a lie to deny it. My face gave off a blush at the question. "You pleased me, my love and I was overjoyed when after examining your wet pussy, you too wanted to cum." "Do you like when I touch you here?" His hand slid up my thigh, and he slipped a finger into my slit. "Oooooh!" startled at the sudden entry, "Yesss , Master". His head dipped down and his lips sucked at my bottom lip. "Mmmmm, just rest back against me, my love . His hand grabbed at a sea sponge nearby and lathered it at the soap dish. With gentle strokes, he cleansed my body all over, taking care to tease my most sensitive zones at my breasts and pussy. Time seemed to stand still; only when the water began to lose its warmth did the master insist we emerge. The sweetness of the fruit, the warmth of the tea and all the other sumptuous morsels was a welcome meal, for my appetite was ravenous, and I gorged on the repast without proper etiquette. Soon my belly ached from my over-indulgence, and master smiled and soon bid me good bye till evening. "I will enjoy teaching you the pleasures of your master",he waved as he slowly vanished beyond my sight down the stairs. I returned to the bed that now had clean stain sheets and pillow cases. I pulled aside the coverings and slipped beneath, drifting off into a deep sleep, dreaming of what might be when night falls and the master retuns. The Lust Of The Master Ch. 5 "Yawn!" Awakening , I find the room shrouded in darkness; a damp mist has crept through the barred open window. An eerie sound breaks the silence. Startled, I grope around searching in the blackness for the candle by the bed. "Ha!" Discovering it, I strike a flint to the wick. Another flint strikes in the corner by the fireplace, and kindling is set ablaze. Nearly dropping my candle, I place it back on the table. The deep, heavy voice of the master greets me. "Good evening, my rose petal, have you rested well, today?" Finding my voice and my courage, I answer, "Yes, M-a-aster!" "Come, join me by the fire," he says, and beckons with an outstretched hand. Knowing full well not to keep him waiting, I hastily grab my robe and slip it on and hurry off toward the fireplace and the master. "Sit!" His hand taps at a spot next to him. I cautiously rest my bottom next to his thigh on the velvet cushioned bench. His arm surrounds my shoulders and pulls me backwards, and his lips cover mine. Strangely I succumb, enjoying the warmth of his invading, moist tongue. After an eternity, he releases his lips from mine. "Mmmmm, sweeter than I remember, my rose. Did you really have a restful day or did thoughts of tonight keep you tossing and turning, my petal?" For the very first time, I look up into his deep blue eyes and softly tell him, "No, master, I rested well," and lower my gaze again to the floor. "Oh? We shall soon see if you will have a restful sleep after tonight, wench." He stood up and, taking my hand, pulled me to my feet. Again his lips found mine and crushed them urgently against his. Like a puppet pulled by invisible strings, my arms lifted and went around his neck. Surprised by my move, he jolted backwards and looked into my eyes. "What is this? have you had a change of heart, tell me wench!" As he held me at arms length, he waited for an answer. Trembling, I gathered breath and began to explain. "Master, first, my name is not wench, it is Leigh." Second, I became your captive, not by choice but by force. Tonight, sir, I am your captive by choice." Without another word between us, he ever so gently pulled me to himself and moaned, showering kisses over almost my entire body. Again holding me away from himself, he looked in my eyes, only to see tears welling up in them. "Do you want me now, Leigh?" "Yes master." His finger came up to my lips, "shhhh, you shall call me, Artus." Pulling me once more to himself, his hands slid the robe from my shoulders, and he motioned for me to remove his clothes from his body. "Slooowly, sweet Leigh, slowly." Like a demon had possesed me, I suffered in desire,every movement; my loins were dripping with moisture; my whole body aching for release. I never looked at him last night, his body that is, save his bulbuous phallus, but now, I was uncovering every piece of clothing with a gasp. "Artus! you are so beautiful." Overcome, I kissed the fur on his chest and then down to his pant lacings. "Whoaa, my eager rose" he smiled with a playful grin, there is time enough for that. I have much to teach you, and this night grows short." His hand reaches near the hearth, to a large wooden box. Opening it, he brings out a strange implement , almost a copy of his cock, then he takes out a jar of ointment and another short replica of a cock. Leading me gently to the bed and laying me down , he kisses me deeply and lifts my wrists to be tied above me like the night before. "Bend your legs a little, Leigh." After arranging my bent legs in an open, splayed manner, he now climbs up on me. His hands run over my body slowly and masterfully plying, pulling and causing the most exquisite sensations. "I see you like this, my rose, don't you?" My lips trembling out a "Yesssss, oh yessssss!" "Oh my darling, he parts my pussy lips sticking his finger in and stretching me open to view me more, you are so wet indeed. Tell me! tell me you want me deep in you and that I may take all my desires out on your body, tell me!" His fingers running over my swollen clit, exacting a response to his question. "ANYTHING, A-Anything" I stammered. Plunging his face on my pussy, his mouth opens to totally cover it, and sucking on my clit brings me to a fantastic orgasm. The more I scream, the more he sucks, till finally my pussy is like a dry desert. He takes his swollen member and scoots down to my pussy, and with one quick move, he turns me on my side. "Whaaaaaaa?," I cry out "NOOOOOO, NOT THEREEEEEEE!" His face is beyond my view; I can only surrender to his savage desires. I feel his hands spread my cheeks open, his cock head running along my pussy from behind, then circling my tiny pink rose. "Nooooooooo master, you are too large, you will kill me." "Shhhhhhhhh, little one!" I hear a jar opening, a cover spinning off and dropping to the floor. A finger butters my opening with the salve; preparing it for some brutal plan. I feel an object, not the master's cock, being slowly pushed inward. "ARRRRRRRGGGgggh!" Pain envelopes my senses, and I nearly faint from the ordeal. "Yessssss my lovely, squeal for your master, I want to hear you squeal." The master takes a twisted pleasure in seeing me helpless and begging. He relishes the fact that he can dominate my body to inflame his need for conquest. Taking my hips he eases in the replica a few more inches, then leaves it in place. I whimper, trying so hard not to incite him to continue this torturous vile act. My mind questions why he has abruptly ceased. I seize the chance in this stillness to gather my sanity. He looms over my ear and, pulling back my wispy locks, murmurs harshly, "Ease your fears, my love, soon you will be my perfectly honed slave , conformed to my appetites." Sinking his teeth into me, he nips at my neck causing me to jolt and cry out. "Shhhhhh, now," he spews. His tongue coiling and licking; quieting the sting of his bite. He stretches out the whole length of his body parallel to my back. His hands run under my armpits and cup my full breasts. "Mmmmm how lovely your breasts feel , how tender they must be, my love." He tweaks my nipples causing them to grow. I moan my response, and he plays me again to hear my tormented strain. What manner of song he writes on my imprisoned body, extracting pained notes for me to sing. Again he pushes the vile instrument deeper into my burning rear cavity. I send a single piercing note straining past my vocal cords. My body spasms and quakes. The sound of his moans deafening my mind as, yet again, he presses, extracting still another anguished scream. "Master! Dont!" I cry out. "Yes, yes, yes, my love," as his tongue slithers up my neck letting out a venomous hiss. Time floats on a doldrum sea; a strange bedfellow of eternity, before I am aware once more the master's grip on the impaled clog in my rectum. He eases it out, and the walls it stretched contract in exhaustion. He reaches in front of me, down to my thighs. Parting my drenched folds, he inserts his warm fingers. His body presses against my back as he plays with me. "Mmmmm, my love, how saturated you are, do you desire your master?" I didn't know if my answer would open another more terrifying door, but I know better than to remain silent. "Yes--s-s, master" I stammer reluctantly. A foreboding grips me and is soon confirmed by another instrument to take the place of the one removed. It is the master himself. He took my wrists pinning them at the small of my back. I felt his menacing phallus at my fissure. Holding me firm, he burrowed his way in; digging a deep tunnel. My body quivered and twisted, tightening around his cock. "RELAX, WENCH" he hollered,"you will cause yourself much damage if you stiffen up." His voice constrained now, he returned to almost a soft mewing; wheedling me into loosening my rigidity. My body slackens; I feel his hips now bonded with mine. He rests there and continues to ply my resistance. As if by sheer will, he restrains himself by slowly easing his cock in and out of me while his fingers play wildly on my nub. Drawing breath into my lungs and toiling not to scream, my body slowly dances in step against the front of his thighs. In .....out......in .......out. Moans escaping; I keep in rhythm moving in time to my master's strides. "Oh yesssssss my love" his voice hoarse now "ride my cock , Riiiide, riiiiide!" Rearing up like a stallion, he picks up his pace, and we both gallop like the wind across a sensual field, tethered, rider and ridden. Who is the rider and who is the ridden? I cannot distinguish any more. Like howling banshee we wail in the night, oblivious, till our passion is spent. He released my wrists; my shoulders ache. Slipping from me, his cock is withdrawn completely. "Ahhhhhhhh" I sobbed; the pain was unbearable; gripping the sheets, I wrench them in torment. Rising up, the master moved to the box again. He reached in and pulled out a white alabaster apothecary and returned aside the bed. Breaking the seal around it, he lifted the stopper and placed it on the ebony bed table. Rolling me on my stomach, he opened my cheeks and slowly drizzled the contents into my torn anal cavity. Instantly the pain ceased. "Is that better, love?" I murmured out barely coherent, "Um hm, master." Disappearing once more, he returned with a warm damp towel and placed it directly over my bottom. "Ahhhhhh," I swooned. "Enough, my delicate petal, Enough. No more ordeals for you to bear tonight. Rest now, tomorrow we have visitors and I want you to be well rested." My brain refuses to think, it shuts down. No more, no more it demands, no more. Tears stream down my cheeks. A hand, the masters hand slowly brushes my cheek. "Goodnight my dove," he whispers. "Did I please you, master?" I drift into nothingness before I hear a response. The Lust Of The Master Ch. 6 I awoke alone this morning; the bed is empty except for the scent of the master. I swung my legs off the edge of the bed. "Ooooooh", my body aching from last night's ordeal. My thoughts were vague about the things that were done to me, but I recalled the last words said. "Visitors. I shuddered to think what that could mean. Was my master going to expose me to other people? What did he mean, visitors. An uneasiness stirred in the pit of my stomach. The great door creaked open, and the master entered the room. "Do you know what time it is, my dove?" Shaking the sleepiness from my head, "No, I don't, master",I replied. "Its four in the afternoon. You slept through the whole day," he said. A small face jutted out from behind him; it was the waif. He turned and motioned her to take me into the bath immediately. She hastened me and herself to the bathroom. Once there she wasted no time in stripping off my night clothes. I was told to lie on the guilded table, stomach down. She had with her a jar similar to the one the master had last night. Just as she began parting my anal cheeks, when the master appeared next to her taking the jar from her hands. "You may leave, I will administer the balm myself." She pivoted on her heels and left without a word. "Please master, don't", I cried out. "Shhhh, little dove, I'm not going to hurt you." He proceeded to part my cheeks and with gentle hands lathered my opening with the soothing salve. "Ohhhhh",was my response. "Does that feel good, my love?" "Yes master, thank you." I heard his breath quicken. A soft moan escaped his throat. His fingers slid between my thighs and found their way to my swollen moist lips below. "Mmmmm, my flower, you are wet indeed. You seem to be glad to see me", he laughed. My face turned beet red, and I buried it in my folded arms."My love?" I cannot restrain my need to touch you, but I must. Tonight is special and I will not tire you; you must be fresh and ready." I pushed my face even deeper into my arms. I did not want to know the answer to why I needed to be fresh for tonight. His fingers slowly pulled away, but not without another deep groan from the depths of his throat. Lifting me up,he carried me to the warm soothing bath. He bathed me ever so gently and took care not to excite himself too much. Although I spied his growing bulge and thought it would soon not be contained much longer. He clapped his hands and the waif and two male servants came forth. He motioned for the male servants to take me once more to the table and apply fragrant oils to my body while the waif dried the master. "My dove?," he cooed, "turn your head towards me." I rotated my head to behold a spectacle. The master had entwined his hands around the hair of the waif and was plunging his cock into her mouth. She shook and quaked as he bruised her lips with his massive cock. The two male servants dared not look, their hands continued methodically at their task on my body. My own desires were growing and I couldn't believe that the sight of my master and this waif excited me. In fact it made me slightly jealous to see my master with another woman. Soon enough he arched his back, speeding up his thrusts and ejaculated, spewing out a tremendous amount of cum that overflowed the waif's mouth and ran down her chin. I gasped as his howl made my nipples plump instantly. He called out to me, "Did you like seeing your master cum with another wench, my love?" I turned away and mumbled a reluctant, "Yes Master". He bellowed in laughter and I turned and watched as he motioned the waif to leave. He stepped down into the bath and gave orders to the male servants attending me to clothe me with the garments chosen by him, in the next room. I was ushered to the next room. One male servant tried to hide his growing bulge, while the other did not look at me but proceeded to dress me. The garments were stunning. It must have cost a fortune to acquire such lovely fabric. The sheerness of the fabric gave little covering to my body at all. In fact it displayed my body like a wrapped gift for someone to open. The grand doors opened again, and the waif and two other waif- like females carried in large trays and placed them on the table by the fireplace. Turning to face the bathroom door , they bowed and then backed away to the grand doors and exited, shuting them behind them. I shifted my gaze towards the bath doors and there stood the master dressed in elegant gold satin robes with gold braid and filigree embroidered into the fabric weave. He looked simply wonderful and so handsome. I gasped at the brilliance. He spun around as if to display himself for inspection. "You like, my dove?",he said. "Oh yes, master, you look beautiful." He smiled, "Turn my dove let these eyes feast on your beauty." I lifted my arms and took a slow spin around the room. I heard a loud moan, and then he clapped his hands, "Bravismo, you look like a dream, a very delicious dream, Mmmmmm!" He came to the table and lifted the silver domes from the trays and exposed exquisite fruits of many varieties. "Eat my love, this is just a little something before the main meal in the great hall with our guests." Since I slept through breakfast and lunch, it was an welcome sight. After the meal, the master took my hand and took me outside to the garden adjoining the bedroom. It was enclosed, with high walls and one locked metal gate. For nearly two hours he talked and walked with me there. "Well, my precious, It is time, our guests have arrived and will be expecting us now." We turned and made our way through the bedroom and through the grand doors. As we descended the staircase there were people standing at the foot. What a strange display. The men all had gold chains like leashes, which were attached to beautifully dressed women with them. I looked in shock realizing these were all masters and these were their slaves. I grasped at the collar at my neck just as I heard a click; the master fastened his own gold chain to his slave's neck, mine. We all went off to the grand hall where a meal set for a king was spread out on a long table covered with white silk damask linen. The gold chargers supported fine bone china plates edged in gold scrolling. The goblets of the finest etched crystal and the golden eating implements blinding in their brillance. The master positioned me next to him and clipped the gold leash attached to my neck on a small metal loop under the table. During the dinner all the masters exhibited their slaves, talking excessantly of their sexual antics. I could hardly swallow my food hearing some of the things these slaves had to endure. My eyes constantly searched my master's face pleading for mercy when one after another the crueliest sexual deeds were spoken. I hoped in my heart that my master would not be so cruel with me as some of these had been with their slaves. I was slowly becoming depressed at these conversations. Finally the ordeal of dinner was over, and the master said that it was time for the evening games to begin. I had no idea what that meant,and frankly, I didn't want to find out. My blood ran cold and numbness starting creeping into my brain; a mechanism shutting down my heart to any feelings; a safety net over my soul. The night that would change my life forever was to begin. The macabre delights of the masters to be played out on a hellish stage to a demonic audience of jackals and serpents. To be continued....... The Lust Of The Master Ch. 7 The cold damp room, eerily lit, was the staging area for a circus of horror. Sinister looking chains bolted to vanishing ceilings cascaded to the floor. Assortments of whips and torture devices adorned the walls. Fetters, shackles, and bonds of all sizes stacked neatly in a row adjacent to several large stocks. A great wheel with manacles attached, loomed in a dimly lit corner of the room. I watched as the stream of masters tugged and pulled at the gold chains attached to their slaves. My own master tugging at me to enter without hesitation into this den of terror. My master walked over to a small platform with me in tow, and stepped up on it. Turning to face everyone, he proudly thanked all for being here. "As master of ceremonies tonight I would like to first introduce my latest acquisition, my slave, Leigh." Tonight she will be observing more than participating; she is still in training." I breathed a sigh of relief. "As we always do, a new slave will be used in the common manner; nothing strenuous or advanced." The masters nodded and voiced agreement. My master clapped his hands and a manservant appeared with a large black bag and held it open. Master reached in and pulled out a slip of paper. "Hmmmm, Master Wells, it is your call for the first event, " he said displaying an evil grin. "Ah, yes indeed," said Master Wells. "I will use your slave, master Artus for a round at the stock. "My blood ran cold. What does he mean "a round at the stock". My master look slightly pained, but agreed with a nod. Master took me over to the stock, unlocked it and turned to unlock the collar at my neck. His hands pulled at my garments and undid them, letting them fall to the floor. "Leigh," he said with pain in his eyes, "Put your head here and spread your legs apart." My eyes welled with tears as I stepped up on the platform below the stock and did as my master told me. The stock upper portion was brought down imprisoning neck. With legs spread wide; the master instructed me to kneel. This made my hips rise up and my tender pussy lips exposed from the rear. Master Wells bought his slave over and had her remove all her garments. He told her to get down and put her face in my pussy and start licking. I gasped. Never have I ever been touched by a woman before. This was humiliating and repulsive to me. The slave took her fingers and spread my lips open and began licking my pussy with a frenzy. It's not bad enough that I had to endure this, but I had to view it. A mirrored wall stood opposite the stock reflecting everything that was taking place. Master Wells undressed and began jerking on his cock. It was tremendously large. After awhile I was beginning to feel a stirring, and unintentionally moaned. My master whispered, " Yes, my dove, enjoy it, soon it will be over." Master Wells stopped the jerking on his cock and grabbed the hips of his slave and thrust deep into her; she let out a horrible scream. My body, feeling a mixture of pleasure and fear was on the brink of orgasm. I started to push back against her tongue. She inserted some fingers into my tight opening; deeply thrusting it in and out while continuing to ravage my tender lips with her seasoned tongue. "Come on slut, fuck back on my cock, you bitch!" Master Wells was nearing his orgasm, and the slave quickened her tongue on me and her backward thrusts on his cock. "Ungggggggggggggh! Unggggggggh!" He let out a blaring roar and shot his load. The slave screamed her muffled orgasm, I myself joining in, completing this unholy trio. Master Wells pulled back on the chain, commanding his slave to clean up his cock. She turned, abandoning my wet opening, and dutifully obeyed her master. My master came protectively behind me and announced that it was now his right to claim the next event. He unlocked the stock and loosed me. "Take up your clothes Leigh and make yourself unnoticed, "he commanded. I quickly grabbed my garments and dashed behind the great wheel and hid out of sight. My heart beat so hard, I thought it would leap out of my chest. My master took slaves and took them over to a rack situated in the middle of the room. He lifted them laying them with the top of their heads touching, and shackled their arms and legs apart. Master went to one of the cascading chains and pulled down on it and the table bottom opened up. The slaves were exposed on their undersides. Other slaves were positioned under the table with long cock-like instruments. A master commanded that the slaves insert the instruments into the shackled slaves and stretch their swollen vaginal openings. Other instruments were inserted into their anal cavities. The bound slaves released agonizing screams as the torture continued. Another master brought over a large hand crank device. It had a long cock-like tip, and when two manservants cranked, it roared. The cock-like tip rotated so fast it was a blur. My master stepped back as the other masters administered the rotating cock into the dry openings of the slaves. They screamed and moaned, and the other slaves cringed. Now some of the masters grabbed their slaves, commanding them to take off their clothes. They obeyed, wide-eyed, and the night was saturated with screaming, laughter, grunts and moans. Masters raped pussies, asses, and slaves endured humiliations while forced to surrender to doing the same with other slaves and to orally satisfy their masters. I saw my master join them, but always his eyes flashed in my direction. I saw a slave tied to a rack and hot candle wax drizzled over her breasts. She just moaned, and her master stuck another candle in her pussy. He hissed at how she was nothing but a slut, that she loved it judging by how wet she was. One slave was forced to suck cock while stretched across a barrel on her stomach while another master fucked her ass from behind. They laughed as the barrel rocked back and forth. In the corner on the far side of the room, a slave hung with her arms above her head while one master whipped her tender bottom till it was bright red. Manservants brought in wine pitcher after wine pitcher. The masters guzzled it down and soon were unable to perform the simplest masturbations. It was well after midnight; silence fell on the room. My master stirred from a heap of slaves strewn on the floor. He had not taken part in the wine guzzling and was alert. He stood up and started towards me. "Shhhhh, do not make a sound." He took my hand and pulled me out from behind the great wheel. We crept across the room to the door leading out of the room and up the stairway to the bedroom. We entered the room, and the master shut and bolted the door behind us. He pulled me to himself and sighed a sigh of relief. Then holding me slightly away from himself he whispered soft and low. "My sweet Leigh, I feared losing you to that world and all its depravity, not until tonight did I realize I have fallen in love with you." I gasped staring up at him in disbelief at what I was hearing. "I could not bear to see you used so wickedly like the other slaves." . "Do you think you could come to love me too?" I could not believe my ears."Master? I willingly desire what you desire, I want to be with you forever". His lips came down softly, covering mine, and kissed me deeply, and I returned his kiss willingly. My arms went around his neck as he lifted me and took me to his bed. He gently removed my gown, and my body trembled with need for his touch. His hands cupped my breasts and lifted them to his mouth. He sucked in one nipple pulling it out, and I moaned in response. His tongue flicked my swollen nipples and they enlarged even more. His hands slid down to my hips and lifted them closer to his body. Reaching for his leggings, he peeled them from his waist and his cock broke free and pressed up against my thigh. "Ohhhh mas-s-st.....". He raised a finger against my lips, and said softly, "Artus," my love, "Artus." He shifted his body, and his tongue trailed down my stomach to my slit. He let out a deep moan as his fingers split me open revealing my drenched nub. He swirled his tongue over it, making it twitch. "Mmmmmmm, my lusty wench, such a tasty morsel to devour." And that he did; he placed his mouth covering my whole slit, and I rode him, bucking and thrashing, grinding and moaning till he brought me to a shrieking orgasm. He raised himself up, taking my ankles lifting them straight in the air; parting my thighs, he slid his cock into my flooded opening and thrust deep. "Ohhhhh, yeeeeeees, Artus!" I cried out. "Do you want more, my love, tell me, tell me?" "Yeeeeeees, Yessssss, " I answered. Artus thrust home, faster and faster, till he and I cried out as one in a crescendo culminating our lovemaking. All the rest of the early morning our lovemaking was tempestuous till we were completely spent. That night changed me from slave to bond slave. It has been seven months now and we are having another gathering. This time it will be in celebration for our joining together forever.