7 comments/ 29921 views/ 13 favorites Warmaster and Kajira Ch. 01 By: savagetales01 You look around and see some familiar faces from your village, but most you don't recognise. Girls and young women - the older ones dressed in revealing grey silk, the youngest in white. Your dress is red. The tight mass of young bodies is being ushered through a dark corridor towards two large doors. A voice yells and all the girls stop. "When you enter, keep your eyes low. Get into lines and await instruction. When ordered you will drop to your hands and knees. Good luck." You cant see who spoke it but it was a voice not to be ignored. The doors begin to open and you are blinded by light. Whips cracking, the bodies begin to move and before long you find yourself in a line. A girl in white cries next to you and a woman in grey holds her head high in defiance. A woman in a gold dress appears and walks along each line, placing a flower in the hands of several girls in white who are ushered away. The rest of the girls in white are hauled to a door at the back of the hall you are in. Now only grey and red fill the room. A door opens and a clatter of metal on metal sounds. The guards around the room drop to their knees as a figure enters. You can hear loud footfalls and the gentle clank of metal chains. The large fire to the right of the hall pushes out an intense heat, making beads of sweat gather on your skin. The firelight reflecting off the moist bodies of the women surrounding you. Shadows exaggerating their curves. You risk a glance up. The hall is long and the end is in darkness, but you can just make out the shape of a figure. You hear hushed whispers followed by a loud shout, "Bow down!" All the women drop to the floor on all fours, except one woman in grey. A few seconds pass before she is dragged from the hall. You are isolated, feeling so alone now there is no-one beside you. As you start to breathe faster, your panic is arrested by the sound of heavy footfalls getting closer. You hear women being told to stand, the jangle of metal coins, followed by the patter of bare feet in different directions. Some of the women are sobbing, others giving sighs of relief or disbelief. One by one the lines disappear in time with the thump of the feet. You are no stranger to feeling alone having been sold to your village when only six. You inherited the land of your owners and were always an outsider. Your mind wanders to your village and how it looked before the war came, before your people had been 'freed' by the warriors who now displayed you as a slave. Your day dream is shattered when you realise the feet have stopped in front of you. You stare at the booted feet in front of you. You realise you are holding your breath, but cant let it go. Suddenly the head of a huge hammer slams down beside the right foot, making you gasp. The feet move round you, then you hear a sword drawn. There's a tug at the material of your dress before the blade cuts a slit at the back, exposing you. You feel the tip of the sword tap between your shoulders, then gentle pressure. You lower your head to the stone floor, raising your hips up. "This one will be my retainer. Ensure it is ready in an hour in my quarters. I will be in the war room." You are pulled to standing and turned round, your head lifted to display. The man standing in front of you sports a shaved head, blue cold eyes, and harsh stubble. His broad shoulders are clad in a cloak and armour, showing powerful arms. The man is short but has a commanding stature, accentuated by thick muscled legs under heavy trousers. A dangerous attraction stirs your primal loins at the sight. You are pulled from the hall, thrust at a group of women and guided to a bathhouse where they attend to you. All are silent but have eyes filled with envy. You are cleaned and your pussy shaved and balmed. What awaits you? Finally you are dressed in the finest gold trimmed purple silk, your nipples visible and pressing through the material. "The Warmaster will have fun with you and you will enjoy every inch of him inside you. Just always obey him and you will be rewarded with pleasure beyond words," says one attendant. The doors are opened by two naked women and you walk into the room. A fire dominates one wall, while a great bed covered with furs fills the rest of the room. A giant chair near the fire is occupied by the naked but robed figure of the Warmaster. Scars are visible on his chest and legs. "Come and present yourself." You approach the chair and stand infront of the fire, the heat burning your barely covered bottom, eyes lowered. "I..." "I SAID PRESENT! NOT SPEAK!" The sudden flash of anger makes you jump. "Sorry I..." In a flash you feel a hand around your throat and feel breath against your ear. "Present yourself and pray that I do not regret my decision to make you mine and that I may forget your insolence. Now." Without further instruction you drop to all fours. You feel the heat of the fire against your pussy, which to your surprise is wet. A fact you cannot hide from the Warmaster. "Indeed I do not regret my decision. Fine breasts, a very fine butt and a juicy, eager cunt." As he talks you feel a rough finger press against your pussy drawing a moan from you. "Stand. Now." You do so and see the Warmaster's robe cast on the floor. His naked form silhouetted by the fire, his manhood visible in the shadow pointing up. Suddenly you feel hands gripping your dress followed by the sound of tearing material. The dress falls, sliding over your nipples making them stand on end. You are stood naked before the Warmaster, your pussy now throbbing. You feel the Warmaster's body press against your back as his hands grab your exposed breasts. You can feel his stiff cock against your buttocks. "On your knees, push your butt out and open your mouth." You obey, feeling hands on your head and then the tip of his cock against your lips, before your head is pulled onto his cock. You start to rhythmically suck, the salty taste of precum causing a tingle in your clit. "That's good. With your right hand play with my balls, your left should be inside your cunt preparing it for me." The mix of the Warmaster's throbbing cock in your mouth, fondling full balls in your hand and a finger on your clit proves too much and you start to cum. "WHO TOLD YOU TO CUM!?" Too lost in your own orgasm to answer you just shudder and moan. You feel yourself lifted and carried to the bed of furs and placed on your front. "PRESENT! Give me that desperate unruly cunt. I shall teach it!" You lift your hips just in time to feel the powerful thrust of his cock, plunging deep inside you and making you gasp. He pulls back and just before he drives into you again you feel a hard slap against your butt. He thrusts into your wet cunt, grunting, his rough hands rubbing your breasts and clit. His cock swells, but he pulls out. He slides two fingers inside your dripping pussy then rubs them on your forbidden hole. You feel the tip of his swollen cock against your ass. "Fuck it! NOW!" You push back on his cock, taking it all. His hand furiously plays with your clit. "CUM NOW!" At the sound of his voice you start to cum harder than ever before. Your ass squeezes his cock as he thrusts into you again and again. You feel his cock swell and start to throb as he cums deep inside your ass. His orgasm seems to last for ages, prolonging yours, as his cock twitches and spasms. Finally he pulls out. "You have much to learn but I can see you have potential. I shall keep you on the condition you improve and serve me better each day whenever I desire. You may sleep here. Enjoy this last night before your life as my personal woman slave begins. Many women vie for this position, but few ever attain it. You will know safety, comfort and pleasure beyond your wildest imaginings and all you must do is offer and surrender yourself to me for whatever I desire. Few have taken my flesh, fewer have tasted it. My gift to you. Your life as my kajira starts now." The animalistic look on his face was leashed and replaced with a warm but calculating one of amusement and respect. "Don't waste that cum. I shall check the furs in the morning. If I see any the punishment will be severe!" He turns and leaves. Your hand drifts to your loins and you touch your clit sending shudders through your body. You feel warm cum running down your pussy. Gathering it on your fingers you taste primal, animalistic sex and start to cum again... Warmaster and Kajira Ch. 02 You wake at the sound of sandaled feet on stone. The sun enters the Warmaster's chambers through large windows and splashes across the bed of furs. "Good morning kajira." You hear the voice of the woman who instructed you to obey the Warmaster. A smile crosses her face, but the envy is still obvious in her eyes. A young woman is at her side holding a purple robe. "Come, we must prepare you for his return and your marking." With that, the woman pulls back the furs and exposes you, before pulling you to stand. You feel a small trickle escape your asshole and too late remember your instruction. You hear the woman utter a tut as she inspects the furs. "I fear the marking may be a harder experience than was intended." Suddenly she slaps your ass and you lose your control. More of the Warmaster's cum drips from your ass. The woman cackles and runs her finger along your asshole before taking her finger in her mouth. The young woman then dresses you in the robe and guides you through a hidden door into a dark corridor. You emerge from the corridor into a luxurious bath house, steam billowing throughout the room. You can make out the vague shapes of figures moving in the room. Your robe is pulled from your shoulders and you stand naked in the room. Two naked women take your hands and guide you to a bath, aiding you into the hot, rose scented water. A tray of fruits is laid at the side of the bath and the women retire. You relax back after taking a handful of delicious juicy fruit. Your mind drifts to the harsh journey from your village; the cramped conditions in the carriage; the harsh pushing and pulling by the warriors. The hot water relaxes the muscles made taught from the uncomfortable stone and straw floor in the cells of the castle. You remember being made to put on the red dress, seeing the different colours and not knowing the meaning. The meaning still escapes you except that the women in grey were older or had children. The girls in white had all been very young. However the females in red were young, ripe women. Your thoughts turn to the Warmaster with his scarred and muscled body, his powerful lustful eyes... you feel warmth flutter in your loins. The padding of feet breaks your daydream. Hands usher you out of the bath towards a table surrounded by four naked women and numerous bottles of liquid. You are laid on the table, naked and exposed. Through the steam you swear you could see a familiar stern face but put it down to fatigue and the heat. "Just relax," suggests one of the women. Two women work at your hair, brushing it, washing it, oiling it, adding fragrance to it. As they massage your scalp you begin to feel at ease. Another woman cleans and massages your hands and arms. The last woman massages your feet and works up your legs. You notice all the women are wearing necklaces of the same design; a hammer with the shaft hanging low between their pert breasts. You recognise it as the same hammer wielded by the Warmaster. The phallic appearance of the shaft causes your mind to flash back to his body and the feeling of his hard cock filling you. You let out a moan and notice that the women's hands are exploring your body now; oiled hands sliding over your breasts and up your inner thighs. You open your eyes, searching for the fourth woman. You catch a glimpse of her and she looks to be talking to someone. As you try to focus on the person a sudden delicious jolt runs through your body as a woman's fingers dance over your clit. You try to pull away but are held fast against the finger. You feel your pussy lips parted, your inner folds glistening with your juices. Mouths close on your nipples sending shocks to your clit and a moan escapes your lips. "You are the Warmaster's kajira and we must prepare you. Relax and enjoy the tender touch. His can be anything but..." the fourth woman whispers in your ear before kissing you tenderly on the lips, her tongue exploring mouth. As her kiss deepens you feel something cold and metal slide inside you and a tongue teasing your clit. Exquisite sensations flood through your body making your fingers tingle. Hands exploring your skin, metal probing your pussy, a warm wet tongue in your mouth, all are coming together to drive you towards a climatic goal. You are shocked at yourself. The idea of being with a woman is abhorrent to you yet you surrender to these four willingly. You feel cared for, as their caress is gentle and knowledgeable. So different from the Warmaster's rough, animalistic, controlling sex, yet part of you yearns for his harsh touch and control. Your hips are grinding against the tongue and metal, striving to reach your explosive end, when you look down and see that it is the woman's necklace that is probing inside you while her mouth excites your clit. "It's ok to cum here, he allows it. We are your assistants. As you live to serve and obey him, we do also by serving you, preparing you for him. Surrender to him again and cum for us!" With that permission your orgasm builds and explodes from you unbidden, in a loud cry and powerful convulsions. "Good, come we haven't much time before the marking." Still recovering from your orgasm you are dressed in a bright red silk dress. Black undergarments cover your breasts and encase your still wet and engorged pussy. "Just do as instructed when told. Do not hesitate or question. A fate of a lifetime of pleasure or a short, painful death hangs in the balance. Any who have been gifted with the Warmaster's cum either serve or die." With that, the young woman kisses your lips and places a black hood over your head. Metal bells hang at the ears, so both hearing and vision is impaired. Two hands guide you through a maze of corridors before releasing you, leaving you standing alone. The bells have stopped as your movement stops. You hear the crackling of several fires and smell sweet sweat mixed with the aroma of hot metal. "OBSERVE! This is my kajira! I claim her as my own and pain of death awaits any who touch her without my consent! She shall be marked as mine." The Warmaster's voice awakens your clit and strikes fear and anticipation in your body. The hood is pulled from your head and you feel eyes upon you. You see the Warmaster standing by the fire holding a collar and an iron. He pulls the iron from the fire, glowing red, and he approaches you. "Kneel. Bind her hands." Two of your servers help you kneel and bind your hands to a metal hoop in the floor. They lift your dress to expose your thigh. The Warmaster bends and kisses you softly on the mouth. "Do you surrender to be my kajira?" You ponder your answer. Death or servitude. Pain and pleasure or just pain. "I know you wasted my cum and I will enjoy your punishment. You will have more to hold next time." The thought of his cum throws your mind back to the night before. Your clit dances and aches for attention. You can see the Warmaster's scarred muscled legs, see the bulge in his trousers, the outline of the cock that drove you to new heights of pleasure. Without knowing, you begin to nod at the Warmaster. A feral grin crosses his face exposing his canines. A sudden sharp pain strikes your thigh as the iron is placed against your flesh. The Warmaster casts the iron aside and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head up and exposing your neck. A woman rushes forward with a necklace bearing a hammer and hoop on it and places it on your neck before the Warmaster locks the leather collar around your throat. "Welcome Kajira. Now... PRESENT!" The bark of the order shocks you into action. Your face hits the floor and your ass rises into the air. A tearing of material exposes your ass and your already engorged pussy to all in the room. The embarrassment somehow only adds to the excitement. A harsh slap strikes your ass. Another quickly follows, but this one lingers to gather some of your wet pussy juice, before running up over you asshole. Cheers from the crowd of people sound like waves on rocks. The Warmaster's hands grab your ankles and spread them, binding them with harsh rope to more metal hoops. "Lift your head Kajira." You lift your head to see the Warmaster's naked body in front of you, his cock already hard and inches from your face. You risk a glance at his blue eyes. They stare back and silently discipline you. His hand reaches behind your head and guides your mouth to his cock. You suck and lick, acutely aware of the cheering audience. He pulls his cock out leaving saliva pouring from your mouth, unable to wipe it away. A light slap on your pussy sends jolts through your body, then a finger plunges inside you. You try to hide your pleasure at being finger fucked but fail, amusing the crowd. Some men are massaging their cocks, some women sucking others. An orgy is occurring with you at centre stage. Your breathing becomes more rapid. Suddenly the finger is withdrawn and you feel something hard and wet sliding along your pussy lips, pausing at the entrance then sliding down to your clit. You look between your arms down your body and see the Warmaster kneeling behind you. A sharp tug at your hair brings your head up, your stiff nipples dragging against the floor. The Warmaster positions his cock at the entrance to your pussy and pauses. "Be a good kajira and fuck your masters cock, accept the gift, but don't you DARE cum!" You pause, transfixed. A hard slap against your ass startles you into motion and you buck against his cock, letting it fill you. You slide your pussy back and forth on his cock as he fondles your breasts. You can see women in the crowd masturbating as they watch, lustful envy in their eyes. You begin to feel a sense of pride and start to fuck the Warmaster with abandon. Knowing that you are making the crowd jealous, causing this mass of sexual energy, urges you on as you thrust your body back to meet the Warmaster's thick cock. Men begin to cum, women joining them. The Warmaster outlasts them all. Your own orgasm is held at bay only by a desire not to disobey. The Warmaster, close to his own peak, grasps your hips and pulls you onto his cock. "You can cum now kajira." His words are like a dam breaking. You convulse and waves of pleasure pulse from your clit, your pussy spasming around the Warmaster's cock still buried deep inside you. Your binds focus the intense waves on your pussy. As your orgasm begins to subside the Warmaster pulls out and grabs your hair. "SUCK! And don't spill a drop!" With that he plunges his cock into your mouth and you suck hard. Within seconds his cock starts throbbing and you taste the heady taste of his cum mixed with the taste of your wet pussy. Once you have milked his cock of the last drop of cum he slides it out of your mouth. "Swallow," he orders, and you gulp back his hot load. "Good. Now you will await your punishment in my chambers. Only when you are trained will you be allowed to stay near me." The Warmaster turns and leaves, throwing his robe on as the warrior audience parts for him. Your servers undo your limbs and guide you out of the hall, your cunt still throbbing with excitement... Warmaster and Kajira Ch. 03 Your servers guide you through the corridors, your feet slapping against the cold stone. A palpable sense of excitement accompanies the smell of sex among your servers, two of whom are looking flushed with ruffled dresses. You become aware of the cool air as you are taken further from the hall, the sounds of the orgy still building. Such is your arousal you yearn to be among it. You are ushered through a barred and guarded door. Four guards, all female, tall and slender, each carrying a pair of blades stand at attention are decked in gold, figure-hugging armour, which would easily distract any man who dared cross them. "The Sisters they guard the female sanctum. None may enter save the Warmaster and even he refuses to. Each Sister must face him in combat. Only those that survive can be trusted," one of your servers explains. Thoughts of the deadly and ruthless Warmaster send a shiver down your spine and a strange warmth spreads from your sex. The danger of being such a figure's slave intoxicates you with desire. You find yourself back in the bath house, ushered into orange scented water. The mark on your thigh stings as you lower into the water. Two of your servers enter the bath with you. "I am Ana and this is Aine. We are your senior servers and we will see that you are prepared well for the Warmaster and all his desires. Oife and Olive are your junior servers and will ensure you have all you need for your service. Now, we understand you are to endure a punishment; the Warmaster's deadliness and lust is matched only by his ire. His punishments can be cruel and harsh and are rarely swift. You need to rest and relax. We shall prepare you as best we can, but know that your punishment starts with us as instructed by the Warmaster. Know that we take little pleasure in aiding the punishment, but while we serve you, we are bound to the Warmaster." Ana's words reassure but frighten you. The fear obviously displayed on your face as you feel Ana embrace you and pull your head to rest on her pert breasts as she removes the hard collar from your neck. "The hard collar is to be worn in his chambers and when out with him; the necklace must never be removed save by his hand." Ana and Aine begin helping you wash. Ana massages your shoulders and neck and head, while Aine works over your legs, feet and hands. You recognise Ana as the young woman who kissed you and Aine as the one who elicited such delicious sensations from you with her hammer necklace before the marking. Ana moves around you and straddles you, still massaging your neck. You feel her breasts on yours making your nipples harden. You see her red lips grow darker and fuller as she plants light kisses on your neck. You find your shoulders relax with each kiss. Aine's hands massage your thighs and then your loins before gently stroking your sex. Ana kisses your lips, her fingers grasping your nipples. She lets out a gasp, as she grinds against you, while Aine's gentle, slow touch between your legs deliciously tortures you. You feel an orgasm building, but the feathery caresses prevent you achieving your release. You try to move your hips, but Ana straddling you prevents you from moving. Ana rocks faster, kissing you hard, then one hand leaves your breast so she can tease her own. She leans back and you notice Aine's phallic necklace between Ana's legs, the sight of which brings back floods of memories of the expert way Aine used it on you and the incredible sensations the cool metal neck piece brought about in your body. You find yourself yearning to feel it inside you again, as the slow, gentle stroking of your sex is frustratingly too slow to bring about the orgasm your body craves. Ana starts to moan, then convulse as Aine brings her to orgasm just inches from you. How you wish Aine to plunge the hammer inside you. As Ana recovers from her orgasm she kisses you again then grabs your hands and lifts them over your head where they are clasped in cuffs by Olive. Ana steps out of the bath and aids you to do the same. Olive and Oife approach with towels and rub you dry, then guide you to a collection of cushions on the ground. They lay you down and bind your hands above your head, stretching your body. As you look around, you see a vague outline of a person larger than your servers, but the body is just out of your view. "What's going on?" you ask. "As we said, your punishment begins with us," replies Aine, her voice thick with an accent of unknown origin. With that she crawls over you and settles with her face near your sex and her pussy inches from your face. She lowers her mouth to your already throbbing cunt and kisses it delicately, before running her tongue along the lips and settling over your engorged clit. Her tongue dances over your clit agonisingly slowly, not allowing your orgasm to build. Her hand reaches back and she spreads her pussy lips, playing with herself. Her body jerks and twitches with pleasure, but her tongue maintains it's slow and steady movements over your clit. You notice Ana approaching Aine from behind, then kneeling behind her. In her hands she holds a larger version of the hammer necklace. She steadies the phallic shaft against Aine's pussy, who begins to fuck the the instrument. She keeps the torturously slow pace on your clit, as she thrusts back against the hammer shaft faster and faster. Her moaning adds to the sensations on your crotch, but it's still not enough for you to climax. You cry out and beg for release. This draws giggles from the servers and Ana says: "Though we deeply desire to let you cum, the Warmaster instructed us not to. You wouldn't want to disappoint him would you?" Aine bucks harder against the hammer, then loudly starts to cum. You can see her cunt contract around the hard, metal shaft and remember what it was like cumming on the Warmaster's cock. The image, combined with the tongue at your clit and the smell of sex nearly tips you over. Before you manage to slip to orgasm though, your hands are unbound and Aine leaps off you, legs quivering and unsteady on her landing. You are pulled to your feet and quickly glance around for the figure you seen earlier, but see only swirling steam. Your servers begin to dress you in a tight corset of whalebone. It pushes up your breasts but does not cover your still hard nipples. A tight belt is wrapped around your waist and a strip of leather passed between your legs. The leather has a slit down the centre and squeezes your pussy lips together giving you delightful sensations with every movement. At the rear the leather creates a thong, in turn putting pressure on your forbidden hole. A dress is lowered over your head and the hem rests just below your buttocks, so that every time you bend your ass is exposed. Your hair is brushed and fragrance applied. Finally Ana approaches holding the hard collar with a ring in it and places it around your throat, before kissing you on the lips. "Do exactly as you are told, no hesitation. If you are told to stay, you stay no matter what. His punishments are fitting to the crime and wasting his cum is serious. He will dominate you, embarrass you and frighten you. I cannot promise you there is no danger, but trust him and the punishment will be brief. Remember, pain and pleasure are just different names. Sometimes you must endure one to experience the other. Good luck." The servers escort you to a large, dark wooden door. Four huge warriors clad in armour each armed with a halberd and a sword longer than your legs, guard the door. Eyes hidden behind helmets scrutinise you. Ana exposes your marked thigh and the guards move aside to allow you to pass. You feel the eyes of the guards watch you, sensing their lust for you. They all seem dangerous but somehow less dangerous than the Warmaster. You imagine he could smite them all with his hammer and emerge unscathed. The thought of the hammer pushes your mind back to the bath house and seeing Aine's cunt clenching on the large hammer. It seems only right that such a potent symbol of masculinity be wielded by such a warrior as the Warmaster. The large doors open and you are greeted by the aroma of freshly cut pine, the scent of hot metal and the sight of a large anvil, behind which stands a large cross with metal hoops and ropes hanging from various points. The furs still adorn the bed and you can see the matted fur where you leaked the Warmaster's cum previously. The windows overlook a wide vista with a lake running through it, mountains either side. The sun setting low casts an orange glow over the landscape while the first few stars are visible in the dark upper sky. The fire burning and the crackles of wood push out a delightful warmth. A jug and three goblets are on a silver tray. "Welcome Kajira. Pour three goblets from the jug and take one." The Warmaster's voice makes you jump as you look round. Unable to find the origin, you approach the tray and pour the thick dark red wine into the goblets. You pick one up and stand ready. "Stand in front of and face the fire." You do so and find your breathing coming more rapidly. "I see your servers do you proud. You present well for your punishment. Drink, slowly". You take a slow drink from the goblet. The intense fruity taste is delicious, the alcohol warming you as you swallow. The heat from the fire starts to make you sweat and you become aware that the oils your servers applied make your skin seem slick. The period of silence is agonising. Completely unsure what to expect, your body is like a coiled spring. Your sex betrays you by throbbing with excitement at being near the Warmaster again. "Finish the wine and refill your goblet. Approach the fire and place the goblet on the floor. Do not bend your knees!" You refill your goblet, already aware of the effects of the potent drink. You approach the fire and bend slowly at the hips, feeling the dress lift over your buttocks as you place the goblet on the floor. You go to rise. "STAY where you are. I wish to look upon the prize of my Kajira." You hear the loud footfalls of the Warmaster approach you from behind. You hear a loud clunk and see the large hammer land behind your feet. "This is Forgebreaker. My hammer. All I know, it will know. It never leaves my side. Never. It ALWAYS obeys. As such I treat it with respect. I wish you to treat it with respect now and allow it to know you, just a little." You wait, unsure of what to do you deduce it is better to be still. "YOU DARE DISRESPECT US!?" yells the Warmaster. His powerful hand clutches your jaw and lifts your chin. "Allow it to know you! DO NOT MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF!" You let out a faint whimper in fear and feel tears build in your eyes. The Warmaster places a hand on your shoulder and slowly straightens you up. You feel the shaft of Forgebreaker touch your pussy before pushing inside. The shaft is almost uncomfortably wide. The Warmaster stops you with just the tip inside you. The leather strap between your legs squeezes your clit with the slightest movement sending shivers through you. "Good, now wait here and do not move. I have business to attend to." With that, the Warmaster strides over to the door and summons several warriors. They sit and talk about campaigns, strategy, supplies. Your legs begin to tire and you try to adjust your position. The teasing pressure on your clit gets almost unbearable and you want to slide yourself further down the shaft for release. When you start to move yourself on the hammer, you are corrected with a cough; the second time a harsh word, then the third a shout. By now you feel you can hold no longer,;the tease is too much. You lower yourself down the shaft, ignoring the Warmaster's subtle disapproval, and gently rock back and forth. The pleasure builds and the climax you have been denied for so long threatens to come. SLAP! You yelp as the Warmaster's hand connects with your butt drawing laughs from his assembled warriors. The embarrassment makes you feel tiny, but the thought of being viewed makes your sex hot and you feel ashamed. "Leave us, Uriel. Return in one hour. I will have need of you. For now I have a punishment to deal and it has waited long enough." The warriors leave all taking a last glance at you. "Whatever am I to do with you? How am I to expect you to be a worthy Kajira if you do not respect my hammer? That which saved your village, brought me power and defends the free. Do you understand why you are being punished?" You consider your answer. "SPEAK KAJIRA!" You jump and answer: "For wasting your valuable cum?" "In part, for wasting my valuable cum that I gifted to you to care for. But you are being punished less for the act and more for principle. What principle? ANSWER!" "Erm the...er..." "NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" A slap across your buttocks drives the point home. "You are being punished, Kajira, for disobeying. The principle of obedience is paramount. If my warriors disobey, I kill them. If my Kajira disobeys, what punishment would fit?" "something tha..." "DID I SAY SPEAK!?" The Warmaster grabs your hair and lifts your head at the same time as knocking Forgebreaker from your cunt. Your head is roughly pulled back and your neck exposed. The dangerous face of your Warmaster is close to yours and the fire in his eyes forces you to look away. "The punishment fits the crime. You disobey so I teach you to obey. I will not be this lenient in the future. Each time you disobey your punishment will be more severe. You will learn to obey and when you do, I cannot tell you the delights that await you. Now, for your punishment, I hope Ana and Aine did not tire you out. KNEEL!" He pushes you to your knees. "When I demand it, you will stay at my heel on all fours. No-one will touch you, fear not. As you are so unruly I must leash you until you can be trusted. This will happen whenever you disobey until you have learned correct behaviour." The Warmaster passes a rope through the hoop on your collar and pulls, drawing you close to his heel. "Now drink from the goblet, try not to waste it like you did my cum." You lap at the wine, the degradation and vulnerability more potent than the wine. "Stand and remove that dress." You do as ordered and hear the Warmaster moan in approval. You enjoy the brief reprieve, before you are suddenly pulled toward the cross in the corner of the room. You are powerless to resist as the Warmaster places your arms in the restraints on the cross bar and spreads you feet, binding your ankles. The rope is pulled so tight it pinches. Being restrained sends your clit wild, electric pulses of pleasure racing through your body, while your brain fights anxiety. The Warmaster places a cloth over your eyes and kisses you, almost gently by his standards. Made blind you can hear the Warmaster breathing and your heart beating rapidly. "This is how you are at all times. Helpless. Under my command. The sooner you realise this, the better it will be for you. Whatever I wish you to do, you do. UNDERSTAND!?" The shout catches you by surprise, but you manage a nod and a whimper. "Good. Now lets take a look at you." You hear a sword being drawn and feel the cold steel tip tracing a line down your body. The edge of the sword catches on your nipples releasing exquisite pain but causing no damage. The tip tickles the inside of your arms and thighs making you squirm. The Warmaster laughs cruelly. Suddenly you feel his lips around one nipple and his fingers on the other, kneading firmly. Your knees tremble at his hard but knowing touch. You feel the wetness of your pussy begin to run down your thigh. Never before have you felt such need, such desire. "My my, what a desperate unruly fucktoy I have myself here. Does my Kajira crave release? Does she crave something to fill that cunt of hers?" "Yes!" Your cry sounds hoarse, your voice filled with longing and desire. "YES WHAT!?" "Yes Warmaster" "Are you one of my warriors? Do I command you in war? Yes what?" "Yes... master?" "Good!" A thick finger slides inside your dripping wet cunt, your muscles squeezing around it. The Warmaster fucks you with his finger, thrusting his meaty digit in and out of your pussy until you are ready to explode. Just when you are on the brink of an explosive orgasm he withdraws his finger making you cry out in desperation. "Your punishment. Nothing is beyond my control! NOTHING!!!" The shout and the meaning of the words make you weak at the knees. A knock at the door draws the Warmaster's attention. "Enter. Ah Uriel, just in time. I have need of your opinion regarding my Kajira. I am unsure of her oral skills..." The Warmaster undoes the bonds binding you to the cross and drags you by your leash to the anvil. He pulls the blindfold off and pushes you over the anvil, the cold metal pushing against your breasts making you yelp. "QUIET!" the Warmaster yells, slapping on your buttocks to punctuate. "Do not embarrass yourself in front of my general! Now PRESENT and open your mouth." You raise your buttocks and spread your legs, your cunt dripping with desire, and you open your mouth. "Uriel, if you will." At the Warmaster's command an unfamiliar body approaches, cock in hand, taking aim at your mouth. "Kajira, obey and respect Uriel for he is my most trusted general." You take Uriel's cock in your mouth and suck, circling your tongue around his thick head. After a few minutes you feel the Warmaster's hands on your buttocks. "Don't waste it this time," he says, as he plunges his cock deep into your hot cunt. The excitement of being spearing from both sides proves too much and the delicious sensations brought by both men bring forth the orgasm denied from you for many hours. Your climax builds so hard and fast, making you quicken your pace on Uriel's cock, who quickly begins to throb in your mouth, before cumming deep in your throat, twitching wildly. As the cum escapes your lips and dribbles slightly down your chin, your cunt squeezes the Warmaster's cock, milking him. He thrusts harder and harder into your dripping pussy, pulling out almost completely, before ramming his entire length back into you. He lets out a loud feral cry and his cock jerks inside you bringing you another delightful orgasm. Uriel and the Warmaster quickly disengage from your body and retire to the chairs, still naked, drinking from the goblets. The Warmaster is seated with a perfect view of your cunt and uses you as a table until sleep claims him. The door opens and Aine and Olive enter, unbind you from the anvil, then carry you out of the chambers past the four smiling guards towards four Sisters who are waiting with a robe and a chair. They gently wrap the robe around your still quivering body, place you in the chair, then carry you to the women's sanctum to recuperate...