1 comments/ 11297 views/ 1 favorites The Mystery of Lady Sienna Ch. 02 By: SeekingSanity I was awakened when one of Mistress Sienna's burly man-servants roughly ripped the covers from my body. I reached to the other side of the bed and discovered that Sarah was gone. When I tried to ask where she was I was quickly silenced. "The slut's whereabouts are not your concern. As always she is where the Mistress wants her to be," The muscle-bound bastard barked. I felt sick as if I had been kicked in the gut. He was telling me that the previous evening of love-making had occurred because Sienna had ordered Sarah to fuck me. My mind struggled to hold onto the belief that Sarah was in my bed making love to me because that is what she wanted and not because her Mistress had ordered her to be there. I refused to let the bitch's servant boy destroy my beautiful new relationship. It suddenly hit me that I was laying naked and vulnerable on the sex juice stained bed while Sienna's nasty bastard servant leered at me. I felt my body begin to shake as fear of what might be coming gripped me. I wondered if I was to be punished for having made love to Sarah. In any case I knew I was helpless to prevent Sienna's thug from doing as he pleased. He seemed to enjoy my obvious fear of him. His laugh was mocking and terrifying. "Did you enjoy the Mistress's gift, slime ball?" He barked as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up. I was unable to reply and I doubt he cared what the answer was anyway. He was clearly just taunting me. I did not know if he was trying to provoke me to attack so that he could have the pleasure of beating me or if this was just part of the process being used to break my spirit. I did not allow my emotions to take over. I knew to survive and get away from that place I had to somehow keep control of my mind. "Come on, get on your feet! The Mistress wants to see you and you better find your tongue. I am sure you want to properly thank our generous Lady for letting you use that slut last night," He bellowed I just nodded and stared at the floor as he pulled me to my feet. I was horrified at the thought of the previous night being all a lie. I wondered if it was possible that she had faked it all. Could she have been just using me? I dismissed the thought as he once again barked at me. "Jesus, you smell like that whore's cunt! We have to get you cleaned up. We don't want to keep the Mistress waiting." He grabbed my arm and dragged me out into the hall. As he led me down the long corridor in a direction I did not remember going in before, a couple of people I did not recognize passed by. It seemed they took no notice of my nakedness or that I was being pulled along. Without warning he stopped and roughly shoved me into a small tiled room. There was a large tub in the middle of the grey ceramic floor. A rather plain looking middle-aged woman was pouring a bucket of steaming water into the tub. She was wearing a long black dress that reminded me of something a servant woman would wear in some Victorian era melodrama. Once again keenly aware of my nudity, I dropped my hands to cover my privates. Bruno, the name I had given the guard in my mind, laughed and slapped my ass hard. "No need for modesty in front of Ida. The old crone's cunt is so dried up she has lost all interest in what's betwixt a man's legs. Besides she has been bathing you since you got here," he bellowed. The poor old woman seemed to take no notice of Bruno's crude comments about her sexuality. The knot in my stomach grew harder. I was beginning to truly despise the coarse ape that seemingly held my life in his hands. "Come on good sir, in the tub with you," Ida said in a sweet voice which did not fit her dower expression. Knowing I had no choice, I climbed into the tub. The water was hot but not uncomfortably so. It actually felt good to have my body soaking in the hot water. My relaxation was cut short when Ida had me stand up. I was very embarrassed to have to stand up and raise my arms and spread my legs for Ida. Bruno's watchful eye made sure I complied with every request she made, however uncomfortable I was. For her part, Ida seemed oblivious to the awkwardness of having to bathe a full grown man like a small child. She scrubbed every inch of me with a rough cloth and what appeared to be homemade lye soap. I wondered if Ida made the soap herself. When she was satisfied I was presentable she dumped a couple of buckets of water over me and handed me a towel. In contrast to the cloth Ida had used to wash me the towel was soft and luxurious. Ida busied herself cleaning the room as Bruno led me back into the hallway. I was surprised we were not heading back to my room. Surely I was not to be paraded naked through the entire house. I kept my concern to myself, deciding it was best not to question Bruno as his answers tended to be painful. He led me down a narrow staircase and then along another long corridor. We came to a set of ornate double doors. Bruno knocked softly and the right side door swung open. Mistress Sienna's butler asked me to come in. To my surprise Bruno remained outside the room. The butler was an older man who I surely could have overpowered. However, I quickly realized that were I to do anything like that Bruno would have been in the room instantly. The room was a den or library of sorts. The walls were paneled in a rich mahogany. Two walls had floor to ceiling shelves filled with leather bound books. The furniture was heavy and dark. A massive stone hearth filled a third wall. The crackle of the blazing fire was the only sound in the room. On the forth wall the damask draperies were opened slightly allowing a beam of sunlight to fall on the intricate design of the oriental carpet. The butler stood silently as I looked around contemplating why I was brought to that room. A small almost unseen door seemed to appear from nowhere next to the drapery covered window. The sunlight streaming in the opening was almost blinding. All I could make out were a few of the flagstones that obviously were part of a patio outside the door. The light was partially blocked by a dark figure as Lady Sienna stepped into the room. She wore a long flowing dressing gown that was actually multiple layers of satin and sheer silk. The purple fabric shimmered in the sunlight. Just as the door closed, I saw a glint of a sparkle from the large diamond she wore on her ear. "Ah, you have arrived. That will be all, Harold," She said as if I was some business associate she was expecting. As the butler left I caught sight of Bruno standing at attention outside the door. I didn't really need confirmation that attempting to harm Sienna would be foolish, but knowing he was outside at the ready definitely discouraged even the remotest thoughts of attacking my hostess. As she moved toward me, I had the illusion she was actually gliding across the floor. I was no longer concerned with my nakedness. If she wanted me exposed and vulnerable so be it. I would be anything she wanted while I studied her and the house until I found a way to end the nightmare. I watched her carefully as she moved slowly toward me looking for some indication of her mood. "I trust you enjoyed yourself last evening?" She asked in a tone that seemed to indicate she actually cared for my happiness. Not knowing exactly what part of the evening she was referring to, I chose to make my answer casual and polite, "Yes ma'am, the evening was very pleasant and enjoyable." She laughed softly as she stood right in front of me. I did not get the joke and was becoming increasingly convinced that Sienna was quite mad. "Well it seems our little Sarah enjoyed serving you. I do not recall any of the other men we have given her to that gave her that much pleasure. I knew you two would be well matched," She said with a rather evil looking grin, "Please spread your legs." Almost involuntarily I moved my feet about a yard apart. I realized I complied with Sienna's request not only to appear subservient, but also because there was something that made me want to do as she asked. She had some strange power I did not understand. I was beginning to worry that she might actually be gaining control of me. I stood motionless as she walked around me as if inspecting a prized show bull. I remembered Sarah's story of her inspection and wondered just how thoroughly I would be inspected. Her silky gown brushed my ass as she came around my side and back in front of me. In spite of myself I was starting to enjoy her looking at my naked body. I even thought I heard her make a sound that indicated she liked what she saw. She stood in front of me inches from my face and spoke sternly, "Place your hands on your head, please." It seemed Sienna was always polite even when giving orders. Although I was a bit concerned to make myself more vulnerable, I quickly complied with her request. Again her eyes roamed over my body. I felt warm tingling in my flesh. I was actually becoming aroused by the attention she was giving me. Was this part of her method of breaking me? I was very confused and to make it worse I realized my cock was betraying my arousal. I was semi-erect with no way to hide my condition. She withdrew a riding crop from somewhere in the folds of her gown. I cringed at the thought of her striking me with the stiff leather wrapped stick. To my surprise she laid the crop on the inside of my thigh and moved it slowly up my leg until it was nestled under my balls. She gently raised my balls up and then used the crop to move my cock around. I suppose only her female guest were inspected by hand. When she had had a thorough look at my now rapidly growing penis, she moved the crop up along my abdomen to my chest. The feel of the leather running through my chest hair was oddly erotic. She finished the inspection by softly poking my underarms with the tool. As quickly as it appeared the crop disappeared back into her gown. She walked to her desk and rang a small bell. Harold appeared almost instantly. He brought me the exquisite robe I had been given the day before. I slipped the robe on and was invited to join Lady Sienna in the garden. We stepped into the sunshine. Though it was still early spring, the day was quite warm. It felt good to be outside. Far to the left I could see the elaborate gardens I had seen from my balcony and the glass conservatory we had had desert in the previous evening. But what really attracted my eye was the expanse of lawn outside Sienna's little patio and the woods beyond. I imagined myself dashing across the grass and making my escape into the forest. Since none of my hostess' servants were anywhere in sight, I felt certain I could make it to the woods and equally certain that the woods would provide sufficient cover for an escape. However, I had no idea in what direction to go once in the woods and might easily die lost in the wilderness. But there was something more powerful keeping me from running. I thought of Sarah. I had come to believe that I was her only hope of escaping and I also was falling in love with her. The rational part of my mind knew that perhaps that too was part of Sienna's plan to control me, but I did not care. I obediently followed Sienna across the patio and through the formal garden to a door that lay beyond the conservatory. The door was guarded and as soon as the guard saw Sienna he came to attention. "Have our other guests arrived?" Sienna asked the smartly uniformed guard. He indicated that everyone was present and opened the door for us. I followed Sienna down a rather narrow stone stairway. At the bottom of the stairway was another guarded door. The door was made of oak and looked very heavy. Fear was growing in me to the point that I could feel my body tremble slightly. Even without looking at me it seemed Sienna could sense my apprehension. "You have nothing to fear beyond this door, Mr. Miller. We are having a gathering in your honor. I wanted you to meet some of the other guests in our home and to see some of the entertainment we offer," she said as the guard opened the heavy oak door. She led me into a room that was surprisingly bright considering it was clearly underground and the only source of illumination were wall torches. The walls and floor were made of large rough hewn stones. I had the feeling of being in a vast cavern or ancient dungeon. But the furnishings did not fit the picture of any dungeon or cave I had seen in the movies. There were several large plush velvet covered sofas. On the sofas were eight men all wearing robes similar to the one I wore. She took me around to each man and introduced me to the six I had not met before. The last two men we greeted were known to me from the previous evening's dinner. Each of the men held a silver goblet and a servant brought Sienna and I the similar goblets. She raised her goblet to make a toast. "To the newest member of our household and the pleasures of the day!" She said in what seemed to be a most jovial tone for such a somber group. The men all responded with something that sounded like, here here, and drank from their goblets. It was as if a veil had suddenly been lifted. The men came to life and seemed to be excited. I soon found out what they were excited about. I was told to take a seat on one of the sofas as a door on the far wall opened. Three women were led into the room. They were naked. Sarah was in the middle of two women I had not met before. I was struck by the fact that the other two women were as pale as Sarah and all three were completely hairless below the neck. I wanted to go to Sarah and snatch her away from the guard that had led the women into the room. I caught a look in her eye that I took to be a warning and then the look turned to shame as the guard ran his hands over her breasts as the other men in the room shouted their approval. The man next to me was leering at the beautiful naked women. Then Sienna made a signal and the three women were brought over to the sofa area. In what I am sure was not a coincidence, Sarah ended up standing exposed in front of the man next to me. I saw Sienna take a seat where she could watch the entire room. Foolishly, I turned to question Sienna, "Please, dear Lady, what is this all about?" "It is about pleasure, Mr. Miller. These ladies are here to give pleasure to the men of the household as a way of celebrating your joining us. You would do well not to question us. You may find our patience and hospitality only go so far!" I felt sick as the man next to me opened his robe and exposed his large hard hairy cock. Without a word, Sarah dropped to her knees between his legs and began to fondle his balls. "Come on suck it, Sarah! You know how I like it," He commanded as he pulled her face toward his furry crotch. I screamed, "Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!" and pulled his hands from her head. Sarah turned and looked at me. Her eyes seemed to be begging me not to interfere. "Please, George, this is what our Mistress wants. It is my pleasure to serve her guests," She said in the most submissive tone I had ever heard. I refused to listen and continued to fight the man to keep him away from my Sarah. For his part the man just looked confused. Clearly no one had ever interfered with his blow jobs before. He really didn't know how to act. He also didn't need to. The guard grabbed me and threw me to the floor. I landed hard on my right arm. The searing pain made me fear it was broken. The guard stood over me leering almost lustfully. It was clearly a lust born out of his joy of inflicting pain. "Stop!" Lady Sienna barked as the guard pounced on my already broken body. "It seems Mr. Miller does not understand how things are. I suppose We were mistaken in thinking you were ready to be at one of our parties. Please take Mr. Miller back to his room." The guard got off me and pulled me to my feet. Fortunately he yanked the non-injured arm. As he led me off, I saw Sarah enthusiastically slide her lips down the big hairy cock. I could not stop the tears from flowing as I was practically dragged from the room. I was left alone in my room to contemplate what was happening. I had no idea if Sarah had any feelings for me at all, or if she was just a broken woman that would whore herself in anyway Lady Sienna demanded. I knew I loved Sarah and nothing I had seen had diminished my desire to take her away from Sienna's mad house. The pain in my arm did not subside and I was convinced it was broken. Knowing I would be permanently maimed if something wasn't done soon, I began to scream for help. I screamed until I was so exhausted I passed out. I awoke when Ida gently poked me while trying to get my robe off. "Come on good Sir, I know it is difficult, but I can not help you if we don't get this robe. off." Once again I was being cared for like a child by the kindly maid. I sat up despite the pain and she very carefully freed my mangled arm from the sweat and blood stained fabric. The once exquisite robe was ruined. I wondered if I would be punished for that too. Ida's gentle touch helped to ease the pain some but still tears flowed from eyes. She rubbed something on my aching arm and the pain eased significantly. "There now, that should be better, Sir. My mother taught me the old ways. I am afraid though that this next bit will still be very painful," Ida said in a kind, almost grandmotherly tone. Then she whistled and Bruno came into the room. I automatically cringed. I wondered if this some sick joke; was she being kind only to have the hairy bastard unleash some new horrible torture on me? "Relax, Sir, he is just here to help me realign the bone," Ida reassured me. I realized there was no menace in Bruno's look. In fact in some odd way he actually looked concerned. Then he spoke and I was reminded what a course and evil person her was. "Do exactly what the old cunt tells you, scum. We don't want this to hurt anymore than it has to. The Mistress wants you fixed, though you really should be feed to the dogs after the way you disrespected her and the other guests yesterday!" He bellowed. My head was spinning. Yesterday, how could I have slept so long with the pain of the arm? Ida spoke softly, telling me that I had to relax while the brute pulled my arm. I knew after so much time had passed that the pain would likely be the worse thing I had ever experienced. I also knew it was my only chance of avoiding being permanently crippled. Ida stuck something in my mouth and instructed me to bite down as Bruno took my arm in hand. She guided him as he pulled hard on my useless limb. Despite my clinched teeth, were the walls not so thick I am certain they could have heard my screams miles away. Then suddenly my arm popped into place and the pain was almost gone. Bruno let go and left the room. Obviously what I thought was a fracture was actually a dislocated elbow. Ida did fashion a crude cast out of some rags she had soaking in some sort of solution. It seemed that perhaps I might have the use of my arm again. Though at that point I wasn't sure I really cared. In fact I was contemplating finding a way to anger my captors into killing me. Without Sarah to be my love, I knew I could not long endure my captivity without going mad. I had no intention of becoming like Sarah and happily doing the bidding of our depraved, insane hostess. Ida finished with me by cleaning up the minor cuts and scrapes I had on my body. She told me that a new robe would be brought to me as soon as the Mistress deemed that I could leave the room again. She instructed me to drink the cup of tea she had left on my nightstand, telling me it had some herbs in it that would lessen my discomfort. I began to sip the warm liquid as Ida left the room. If they wanted me drugged, I had no intention of fighting that desire. Once again I was left alone, naked, locked in my room. I got up and selected a leather bound volume from the shelves. I needed to lose myself in a story for a time. I needed to stop thinking. The room was warm so I set uncovered in the comfy easy chair as I read the words Chaucer had penned and was transported to a world of chivalrous knights and their ladies. The Mystery of Lady Sienna Ch. 02 I had no idea how long I had been reading when I heard the lock turn and the heavy oak door swung open. Sarah stepped in holding a tray of food. She was wearing a different outfit. Instead of the heavy robe she wore a satiny gown which barely came to her knees. Even in the dim light of the candles and fireplace I could see through the translucent red fabric that she was nude underneath the flowing layers of material. Her milky breasts pushed against the flowing fabric. When she turned toward me I had a clear view of her large areolas. Her bullet-like nipples formed small peaks on the bodice of the dress. Her hair was different from before. Instead of the long, straight, silky tresses was now had a mass of ringlets cascading over her shoulders. For the first time since I met her it appeared she was wearing makeup. Makeup that I imagined was trying to conceal what it could not. Despite her being scrubbed and primped, it was obvious from the puffy eyes that Sarah had been crying a lot. I wanted to run to her and comfort her and tell her that I loved her. But I didn't. I sat waiting for her to move. I did love her and I knew it, but I also hated her then. She was a whore and willingly servicing any man for Sienna. I had no way to know if she only fucked me as part of Sienna's wicked plans to break me or if she truly cared for me. So I just stared at her as the door closed and she walked over to me. "Oh god, George, I am so sorry they did that to you because of me. See, I tried to tell you. You can't fight them, you have to do as they want and everything will be ok," She whimpered as she sat the tray down and came to me. Even as she touched my cheek, I sat still, displaying no emotion. I saw the tears in her eyes. They seemed genuine, but I didn't trust that I knew what was real anymore. The last time I saw her she seemed to be genuinely enjoying sucking a big hairy hard cock. I felt like I would vomit as my mind conjured up images of her sucking and fucking the room full of men. "Please, forgive me. I begged them to let me be your nurse; to let me come and care for you. I am yours as long as you want me, for anything you want me for. Or..oh god please George just don't hate me. I will go and never speak to you again if that is what you want. She can do whatever to me. I won't help her hurt you again." Her tears were real, or at least they were real to me. I realized that Sienna had truly broken her and I was the only thread of reality she had now. She played her part for Sienna and I knew she would continue to do Sienna's bidding. I could never reject her and in my mind the best way to protect her was to accept her as my nurse and servant. I reached up with my undamaged arm and pulled her down into my lap. She was still crying but now she was smiling too. She nuzzled into my neck and kissed me softly. "George, I love you and I would die for you. But I can not watch you get hurt for me. Please, you must understand how things are here. Our Mistress will let us be together and be happy as long as we do the other things she wants of us. I am used to it. It gives me no pleasure, but it also does not hurt me. Let me teach you to suspend your feelings so this place won't hurt you, please, baby," She purred in my ear. "Now eat, while I fix up the bed!" I wanted to tell her I loved her too. But something held me back. I watched as she walked over to the bed. Her sexy ass was clearly visible through the shear material. I watched as it swayed around as she began to fix my bed covers. If not for my damaged and painful arm I would have gotten to my feet and taken her. I wanted so to throw her on the bed and pull up her silky gown and then plunge my cock deep into her pussy. I wanted to ravage her and make her my woman. But instead I just sat there and watched her sexy body bounce around as she made my bed. I didn't even realize that my thoughts had caused my cock to grow. She turned to me and admonished me for not eating. "If you are going to act on those naughty thoughts you are having about me baby, you are going to need your strength. If you don't start eating right now I am going to come over there and feed you." Like a child that has been scolded by his mother, I began to obediently eat the delicious food she had brought to me. Sarah busied herself straightening my room and keeping my wine glass full. The wine seemed to be making me unusually woozy. No doubt some sort of medication was being given me. I decided not to protest. If they wanted to kill me, poisoning my wine seemed an unlikely choice of weapon. I assumed it was pain killers and I knew I needed them. Besides I had decided to trust Sarah, so whatever was to be, would be. Curiously though, my cock had grown almost uncomfortably hard, even though I had blocked out my thoughts of fucking Sarah for the time being. When I finished eating, she came over to me and wiped my lips with a linen napkin. Then she dropped to her knees and began to kiss and lick my hard, aching cock. I wanted to object. To tell her I did not intend for her to be my whore. But I could not speak. My head fell back and I watch Sarah pleasure my cock with her talented lips and tongue as if it was a dream. I could hear my own moaning and the sounds of her lips slurping on my throbbing shaft. She took my hand and guided it to her head. My fingers became tangled in her ringlets. She released my cock from her mouth for a second and whispered for me to fuck her face. I felt my body shudder. All of the past couple of days disappeared from my mind. My body was alive with pleasure; pleasure being given to me so freely by my beautiful lover. She devoured my cock as I held her head in my hand. I felt her throat tighten on my cock head each time she slid me all the way into her mouth. He lips grazed my balls and her nose nestled into my pubic hair. Without realizing what I was doing I was humping her face, fucking her mouth deeply. I heard her contented murmurs and even in the haze I knew she wanted me to fuck her like that. I looked down, struggling to focus. I could see she had one hand between her legs. Her gown had hiked up enough so that I could se she was fingering her hairless pussy as she sucked my cock. Her other hand was fondling my tightening balls. I felt like I was on the verge of orgasm, yet did not cum. Sienna's drugs work well. I squirmed as the pleasure mixed with the agony of needing release. Using her hair I pulled her mouth off my cock. The look in my eyes must have told her what I wanted. She climbed into my lap and impaled her hot pussy on my cock. I screamed as her warm wet pink flesh enveloped my shaft. The pleasure she was giving me was almost unbearable. She began to ride my cock, lifting herself up until just the tip was at her entrance and then plunging down on me until her pussy lips kissed my balls. Her pussy was oozing all over my shaft. I could feel her juices run down my cock and over my ball sack. She was begging for my cum now, urging me to give my seed to her. Then her body tensed and her pussy muscles grabbed hold of my cock hard. I was locked deep inside her as she came on my cock. The room was filled with the sounds and the odor of raw sex. I erupted violently. My body was convulsing as waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed my senses. I felt my head roll back just before darkness took over. I blacked out with the combined screams of our passion ringing in my ears. To be continued... The Mystery of Lady Sienna Ch. 03 **To those who were following the story, I am sorry it has taken so long for the next installment. It was a case of life interfering with recreation. Thank you for you comments. I hope you continue to enjoy The Mystery of Lady Sienna.** I awoke to a room bathed in the soft glow of light streaming through the open drapery. When I turned toward the window I saw that the sun was low in the western sky. It was already late afternoon. Once again Sienna's potion had made my sleep long and deep. As my head cleared, I wondered how I had gotten from the chair to the bed. I knew that Sarah could not have managed to move me on her own. I assumed that Brutus or one of his cohorts had assisted her. I hoped that she had not paid for that assistance with her body. The picture of my jailor sweating and grunting atop my sweet lover made me shudder. I willed the image out of my mind. I knew as long as Sarah and I remained in Lady Sienna's household, I would have to deal with my lover being used in anyway my hostess chose. I could only hope I would not be made to watch it happen again. I tried to get up but the drugs had worn off and my damaged arm sent jolts of pain through my body. I fell back into the plush bed. Almost without realizing it I began to sob. The frustration over my situation was mounting and combined with the shooting pains I was experiencing I had little else left to do but cry. I had found the woman of my dreams but I could not protect her. I had begun to think that I would never find a means to escape from Lady Sienna's hospitality. I was so lost in my despair that I did not hear Sarah come back into the room until she was next to the bed. "Darling, what is it?" She asked with great concern as she touched my cheek softly. I lied and told her that it was the pain in my arm causing the tears. She helped me sit up and then gave me a cup insisting I drink it down. I knew it was more drugs, but I did not care. I needed the pain to go away. Somehow I knew the potion would lessen both the physical and emotional pain. "Darling we must get you bathed. The Mistress has summoned us," She said in a hushed reverent tone. I gave no argument as she helped me to my feet and led me naked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. The hall was busy with servants rushing around. It is odd how in just a few days I had become accustomed to being naked in front of strangers. Odder still was the way none of the passersby seemed to notice my state of undress. Ida was waiting for us in the cold, grey, tiled room. The big tub was already filled with steaming water. The old woman was clearly annoyed. I supposed that the late afternoon bath had disrupted her schedule. "Come on good sir, we must hurry. You do not want to be late and anger the Mistress!" Ida barked in an uncharacteristically stern tone. I quickly walked over and stepped into the nearly scalding water. I had become accustomed to the hot water, harsh soap and rough cloth Ida used to wash me. I had even become comfortable with the old woman bathing me. However, it felt different with Sarah watching. To my embarrassment, I became aroused as my lover watched me standing in the steaming tub being washed from head to toe. Ida seemed to take no notice as she rubbed the crude cake of yellow soap over my growing penis. Thankfully, the bath was over quickly and once I was thoroughly rinsed, Sarah came over with two plush towels to help me dry off. I wanted to wrap a towel around my waist to hide my still erect penis. However, Ida had no intention of letting any of her inventory out of her control. I was forced to walk back to my room with my semi-erect cock pointing the way. Once the door to my room was shut, Sarah said that we needed to take care of my predicament before seeing Lady Sienna. She simply dropped to her knees and began licking and sucking my cock with a wild abandon. I wanted to protest, but the words never passed my lips. I truly did not want her to be my whore. Somehow, though, watching her I felt that she got pleasure from giving me pleasure in that way. I put my hands on her head and gently caressed her curly locks as her lips and tongue worked their magic on me. She tickled my balls with her delicate fingers and my cock suddenly exploded sending spurts of thick cum into her hungry mouth. The intensity of my orgasm was staggering and I had to grip her shoulders to steady myself. Once she had drained every drop of my seed from my slowly deflating cock she cleaned me with her little, silky, pink tongue. As soon as she was finished with my cock she was on her feet and quickly got me into my robe. As she helped me get my damaged arm into the sleeve, she urged me to hurry as Ida had, so as not to anger the Mistress. I wondered what more Sienna could possible do to me. I had been imprisoned and beaten and mangled. I had been forced to watch the woman I loved willing suck other men's cocks. There was no further pain I could imagine, only death. At that moment death seemed like a pleasing alternative to a life in Sienna's prison. Alas, I was soon to find that there were worse things yet to come. Sarah led me downstairs and past the dining room to a part of the house I did not remember being in before. We entered a room that had no windows. It was paneled in heavy dark oak. The only light came from the candles burning in sconces along three of the walls and a roaring fire set in the fourth wall. The room was unfurnished except for a large easy-chair. Our hostess set upon the throne-like chair, her face expressionless. Brutus and anther of her henchman stood on either side of Lady Sienna. The evil expression on Brutus's face caused chills to run down my spine. The fire crackled loudly and a heavy log fell into the ashes. The sudden noise caused me to jump. Brutus moved toward me, perhaps thinking I was making an aggressive move toward his Mistress. Without being told, Sarah stepped away from me and stood by the far wall. I tried to reach for her but my arm was held down by Brutus. His glare was all the warning I needed. If he broke my other arm it might become impossible for me to ever leave that horrible place. As Sienna began to speak the other guard moved over by Sarah. My stomach instantly knotted in fear. "It is a shame you have not graciously accepted our hostility, Mr. Miller. You are a most stubborn man. My good servant, Charles, thinks I should put you out," Sienna said as she motioned toward Brutus. So the Neanderthal has a real name, I thought to myself as Sienna continued on in a stern emotionless tone. "But, Mr. Miller, we are compassionate and do not feed our guests to the wolves while there is still hope that they will reform. However, it seems you care little for your own hide. Now Miss Freedman on the other hand seems to care very much for your hide. She has asked to be yours and we have decided to grant the request, provided you want the little slut!" I had never heard Sienna speak of anyone in this manner. The since of dread grew deeper in me. But I knew that I must speak. I had to tell Sienna that I indeed did want Sarah. "My lady, I am humbly sorry for offending you. You have been a most gracious hostess. That your generosity continues by offering me so great a gift is truly astonishing! I accept with extreme gratitude, Mistress," I said in the sincerest tone I could muster. "It will take more than a contrite speech to convince us of your sincerity, Mr. Miller. As for Miss Freedman she understands and embraces her roll in our household. While she is yours and will serve you in anyway that does not displease us, she will remain subject to serving others as we see fit. She also understands that she will be punished for your sins, Mr. Miller!" I heard a noise and turned to she Sarah drop her robe. The unnamed guard then shackled her beautiful, naked, alabaster body to the oak wall. I screamed, no and tried to go to her. Charles prevented my vain attempt to rescue her by grabbing my damaged arm. Pain shot through my body as his hot, foul breath cascaded over my neck. He moved his mouth to my ear and spoke in a soft menacing voice. He warned me not to interfere. Then he made me turn to watch as his cohort took a strap from a previously unseen cabinet. I glared back at Sienna, but got no comfort from the cold glower of her eyes. I could not believe they were going to beat my love. But then I recalled the scars I had noticed on her body before. The guard gagged Sarah and turned toward Sienna. She nodded and the guard laid the leather strap hard onto Sarah's exposed buttock. Even through the gag I heard the anguished cry and watched helplessly as a red welt formed on my lover's ass cheek. I turned toward Sienna to beg her to stop the madness. "Please, my lady, she is innocent! She has served you faithfully. I am the one that should be on that wall!" My tears and contrite tone were genuine. However, they did not stop the strap from coming down on Sarah's other buttock. I felt as if I would throw up from the anguish of seeing my lover hurt in this way. Thankfully, Sienna raised her hand and the strap did not fall upon Sarah again. "Mr. Miller, you ask a lot of us. Miss Freedman has willing agreed to assist in your punishment. Surely each time the strap falls upon her you learn a greater lesson than if it fell upon you? I wonder what you are willing to give us in return for our generosity." "Anything, my lady! Please Sarah does not deserve this!" I was desperate and truly would have given Sienna anything she demanded of me to end Sarah's torture. "What is it you want of me, Mistress?" "We need your complete submission. You must willingly become a loyal, obedient member of our household." I quickly agreed, assuring Sienna that I would be at my Mistress's command. The guard removed Sarah form the shackles and I was ordered to the wall. The guard helped me remove my robe and I was ordered to place my hands flat on the wall. I assumed that not being shackled was a way to prove my compliance and I was determined not to move no matter how merciless a beating I received. I felt the heat from Charles's body as he moved in behind me. Suddenly he grasped my scrotum in his big, sweaty, beefy hand. He snarled at me and told me that the Mistress was going to speak and if I so much as twitched he would rip my balls from my body. I had no doubt that he would take great pleasure in ripping my testicles from my body or that he was capable of doing so. I did not notice Sienna cross the room until I felt her warm soft lips touch my ear. It was as if she had floated from her chair to my side. Her tongue flicked catlike over the ridges of my ear as she spoke. She hissed that I had one last chance to change my mind before she gave me the mark of her household. I quickly affirmed my desire to serve her. She sunk her teeth into my earlobe hard enough to leave a mark and stepped away. I felt a trickle of blood and thought that wearing Sienna's teeth marks on my earlobe was a small price to pay for ending the torture of my beloved Sarah. Charles released my balls and took hold of my ankle. I offered no resistance as he shackled my legs and arms to the wall. I steeled myself for the expected beating; however, I could never have prepared myself for what came instead. I felt a searing pain on my left buttock and smelled the unmistakable odor of burning flesh. I screamed into the wall as the heated metal blistered my flesh. Almost as soon as the hot iron was removed from my ass, Sarah was on her knees behind me. She was smearing a salve over my scorched skin. The salve had an amazing numbing power. The pain was instantly reduced to that of an annoying insect bite. The potions in that house were surely not ordinary modern medicine. Sienna reminded us that we were expected at dinner and promptly left with her guards. I managed to turn my head enough to see a bit of a sneering smile on my mistress's face before she floated out the door. Clearly she was pleased that I had taken a pledge of obedience and was now marked as if I was just a piece of her chattel. Sarah struggled to free me from the shackles. My wounded arm was extremely sore from having been pulled into position to be locked into the manacle. Once I was free she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me tenderly. She thanked me for being so brave and then admonished me to never be so foolish again. I told that I would never let her take a beating for me, but not to worry as I intended to honor my pledge to Lady Sienna. She warned me to always remember that she was now the Mistress. Since I wore the brand I was now property and must be perfect. I wondered why Sarah was not branded. Her answer to my unasked question made it seem as though she could read my mind. "Oh, my love, females are not deemed worthy of wearing the Mistress's mark. We serve at her pleasure but are never honored as the men are." Sarah put a bandage over my nearly acquired honor and helped me with my robe. As we walked toward the dinning room, I express concern about sitting down for dinner. Sarah explained that we would be allowed to stand at the mantle and eat as we both had tender behinds. I felt a bit ashamed that I forgotten she had taken a few lashes for me and no doubt her ass was quite sore also. I was quiet for the rest of the walk; contemplating how many others wore the Mistress's brand. However, it really didn't matter, branded or not, I was determined to find a way out for Sarah and myself as soon as my arm healed. Dinner was uneventful. Lady Sienna and the two gentlemen from my first dinner in the house sat at the table while Sarah and I ate standing at the mantle. By the time dessert was offered it was clear that I had been heavily drugged again. I could barely stand on my wobbly knees. Sienna told Charlie to take me to bed. By the time we reached my room he was practically carrying me. I fell onto my stomach on the bed and went to sleep alone. No doubt Sarah's services were needed elsewhere. I awoke alone in the pitch dark. It seemed even Sienna's powerful drugs were not a match for the combined pain of my mangled arm and blistered flesh. My ass burned almost as if the glowing iron was still pressed to my skin. The pain in my arm made it impossible for me to move off the bed. I desperately wished that Sarah was there to help me. After what seemed an interminable time of laying in my bed suffering, I concluded that my love had been given to another for the night. Rage at my inability to help Sarah mixed with pain and frustration led me to cry out for help. I had yelled myself hoarse by the time I heard the bolt on the door turn. Brutus stormed into the room wearing a robe and clearly not happy about being disturbed. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You are disturbing the entire house!" "I am sorry, Sir, but the pain is too much to bear," I whispered as I tried to stop the tears that were flowing down my cheeks. To my surprise, Brutus's demeanor instantly softened as the light of his lantern revealed the anguish on my face. He very carefully removed the bandage that covered my new mark. I was stunned that the brute could actually be gentle. He was clearly feeling sympathy for me which made me wonder if he too bore Sienna's mark and recalled the pain of receiving the honor. He spoke softly, telling me he would be right back with help. True to his word he returned in a few minutes with a beautiful young woman in tow. She wore only a plain cloth shift which barely contained her large breasts. Most of her pale skin was left uncovered. As Brutus busied himself lighting the lantern on my table, the woman examined my ass wound. A salve was applied which quickly eased the pain. Brutus was instructed to help me to my feet which he did with a very uncharacteristic gentleness. I was given a beverage which I hoped contained more drugs. While the girl examined my arm she told me that she was the Mistress's hand maid and her name was Dianna. She also told me that since Sarah was being used by another, she was to be mine for the rest of the night. The drugs once again took away my pain. When Dianna put on a new bandage, I barely felt her touch my wound. When she finished her nursing duties she began to delicately massage up and down my legs. Despite my desire to remain true to Sarah and the fact that Brutus was staring at me with a rather evil grin on his face, Dianna's delicate touch was causing me to become aroused. I assumed that the drink I was given had Sienna's sex potion as well as the pain killer. It did not matter what my desires were anyway. If the Mistress wanted me to have sex with Dianna or even Brutus that is what would happen. I intended to keep my word to Sienna until the opportunity to escape presented itself. Dianna's fingers reached the top of my thighs and she began to softly tickle my ball sack. I felt my cock twitch and heard a whispered moan of sexual pleasure escape my throat. She kissed my growing cock softly and then stood up. Without a word she pulled the cloth shift over her head and stood before me completely naked. Her silver dollar-sized areolas framed stiff nipples that stood out from the alabaster mounds of her amazing tits. I could see over her shoulder that Brutus was enjoying the show. His hand was inside his robe obviously massaging his own growing erection. I wondered for a moment if the big man's cock matched his body. The fleeting thought evaporated when Brutus noticed I was looking his way. He grunted something about me being in good hands, walked over, slapped Dianna's bare ass and left the room. As he left the room I reached for Dianna's tits. I suddenly wanted her badly and I knew from my previous experiences in Lady Sienna's house that Dianna was mine to use as I pleased. If I had given my feelings any thought I would have realized it was the Mistress's potion that made me want Dianna so frantically. However, it would not have mattered; I knew my Mistress wanted me to have her hand maid so even without being drugged I would have taken the delicate young woman without hesitation. My fingers pressed into the milky flesh of her large orbs. She purred like a lioness in heat when I pulled her closer to me. My hard cock brushed against her as I bent and took her left nipple into my mouth. I could barely contain her entire areola between my lips. I used my hand to hold and massage her tit as I suckled eagerly on her delicious flesh. As I voraciously licked, kissed, sucked and bit her tits, she moaned as if I was giving her more pleasure than any lover before me. I knew somewhere deep in my mind it was just part of the way women were taught to treat men in Sienna's strange household, but still her moans heighten my excitement. After awhile I released her breast and brought my face up to hers. I pressed my lips to her soft pink lips. She willing parted her lips, inviting my tongue into her warm mouth as I kissed her so hard that some would describe it as violent. Our bodies pressed together. My steel rod poked into her soft skin and her huge tits were smashed between us. When the kiss broke the words that came from my mouth shocked me. I spoke filthy words in a tone I had never before uttered. I called her a slut and ordered her to her knees. She not only complied with my order instantly, but seemed delighted to do so. She licked and kissed my cock and balls until I thought I would die from pleasure. Sienna had certainly trained her women well in the art of pleasing men. As Dianna sucked my throbbing organ my mind wandered. No doubt the drugs had a hallucinatory property. I imagined what it would be like to have Lady Sienna suck my cock. The fantasy both excited and repulsed me. I could not shake the image of that evil bitch that held me captive being her knees servicing me the way I had made Dianna service me. I grabbed the maid's head and began to fuck her face with deep, long, hard thrusts. My cock entered her throat with each thrust. My balls hit her chin and her nose nestled into my pubic hair when I held my twitching cock deep in her mouth. It seemed she could have easily taken a cock twice my size. She was amazing. I wanted to cum; needed to cum so badly it felt as if my balls were on fire. I wanted to flood the sweet young woman's mouth with my seed. But, once again Sienna's potion deprived me of my release. I continued to imagine being with Sienna; I even moaned her name as I saw her naked in my mind. I didn't know if I would retch or cum harder than I ever had as the image of me atop Sienna, the two of us sweaty, fucking like animals consumed my thoughts. The Mystery of Lady Sienna Ch. 03 All of my anger at Sienna and my frustration over Sarah being made a slut for others seemed to take over. I pulled Dianna to her feet. My hand went to her crotch and two of my fingers entered her sopping wet cunt. My thumb slid up her slit and found her clit. It was hard and fat ad stood out from her hood at least a half inch. I had never known a woman with such a large clit. She screamed as my thumb pressed into it. Again I spoke in uncharacteristically filthy language; calling her foul names. This time however, it was Sienna I was screaming these words at and treating as if she was a filthy whore. Dianna ground her orgasming pussy hard onto my fingers causing her warm juices to flow down my hand to my arm. Her orgasm was genuine. Only true passion could make a woman's pussy flow like that. Any remorse I felt over treating her like a slut evaporated. It was apparent that she liked being used roughly. I grabbed her and bent her over the side of the bed. I rammed my aching cock deep into her fully exposed, wet cunt. As I fucked her hard she began moaning loudly. "Oh yes! Thank you, Sir! Fuck me harder please!" I was all too eager to comply with her request. Her words spurred me to pound her quivering pussy harder; my cock impaling her as my balls bounced off her with each thrust. My need for release was growing frenzied and fed my already significant sexual rage. As she continued to moan under my assault, I began to slap her ass in rhythm with my thrusts. She responded by cumming over and over again. Her juices were running down my balls and thighs as sweat was running down my forehead. Without warning the door burst open and Sarah entered the room. I was past the point of stopping. I barely turned my head to acknowledge Sarah's presence. She was naked and disheveled, having obviously spent the night fucking others to please Sienna. I would learn all about it later but at that moment nothing could have quashed the animalistic passions Dianna had kindled. I continued to pound Dianna's hot orgasmic pussy as if we were still alone in the room. In some part of me I knew I would find a way to atone to Sarah for my actions but I was powerless to stop. Then to my surprise Sarah made everything ok. She knelt behind me as I pistoned my cock in and out of Dianna. She was fondling my aching balls and gently kissing my now sweat covered skin as she encouraged me to continue to fuck her friend. Somehow she knew I needed help to find release. She spread my humping ass cheeks and began stabbing at my tight hole with her little, silky tongue. Her rimming of my anus was just enough to finally push me over the edge. I drove my cock deep into Dianna's cunt and exploded as the tip of Sarah's tongue fucked my asshole. My orgasm was so intense that my head pounded and my body shook uncontrollably. Both women held me; caressing and kissing me softly until I recovered. Dianna bid me goodnight with a soft kiss and what seemed to be a heartfelt thank you, leaving me alone with Sarah. Neither Sarah nor I spoke a word after Dianna left. We just curled up in each other's arms and fell into a deep sleep.