Thread: Leestud &mommablackrose New Mans Land

Lee might not have known many languages fluently apart from English, but Atlantean was one of the ones that he knew fluently. Melinda's grandfather was very interested in Antlantis, so in order to get closer to him, he learned all about it, including the language. So he completely understood her insult, it amused him so much that he chuckled inside his mind. She was obviously taunting him, trying to make him angry. Her sister was right, she was not used to anything other than anger, aggression and pain. Oh he could definitely see her getting off to pain later, but first he needed her to associate him with pleasure. Plus he had to put her in her place. So he looked at her raised his hand high balled in a fist and angrily shouted at her in Atlantean, Slave, how dare you insult Master like that, I am gona beat you till you find out how much of a macho man I really am! He then went to hit her as hard as he could. Just moments before impact, he stopped. His hand returned to his side while he looked at Trista. He had dropped his angry expression instantly and now looked amused, a small grin now on his face. He warmly spoke to her with a hint of control, Sorry slave, I know that was what you wanted, but it's not going to work like that. How does one expect to control others when one cannot control oneself? You will not be able to get me angry that easily, Master has a good sense of humour afterall. Your sister was right, all you know is pain, brutality, anger and hate from men, that is what you are comfortable with, what you can deal with. You are scared, aren't you. Pleasure from a man is the realm of the unknown to you. You are scared of the unknown, you are unwilling to try it. But now I, your Master, am going to show you. After Melinda placed Alexis in her cell and locked it, she finally replied to her question. She answered, Well Master will severely punish escape attempts. The worst Master will do physically is use a sex whip or a sex paddle to inflict pain, but no real harm. But Master can punish slaves in many other ways. They can include ridiculously large tits, constant orgasms without the pleasure, withholding sex if they crave it. Don't worry, whatever the punishment, he will not harm her, but she will not want to be punished again. Remember, I once tried to kill Master, once more she teared up, I was punished very severely and I am perfectly fine. Don't worry, Master will most likely call me after Master has finished her session. But you don't need to worry about her making Master angry. I have only ever seen Master angry once, at one of his clients, not a slave. During negotiations, Master offered me and Victoria to fuck him. He was a young, quite big and well built guy. Not as much as Master though. While he was eating me out while Victoria was going down on him, I accidentally knocked over a lamp shade. Victoria was shocked by this and accidentally bit into his cock. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to make him scream out in pain. She immediately got off and apologised to him, as did I. But he started to beat her up, I tried to stop him, but he hit me hard, sending me across the room. Then Master burst into the room. I had never seen Master like that before. His eyes burned with fury, his whole body was shaking. He furiously shouted at him, telling him off for treating his dear slave so badly. That he should fight someone his own size. Then Master punched him hard in the chest. He flew across the room like a rag doll, crashing into the wall, damaging the wall in the process. I have seen Master feign anger, but it was nothing like that. Then Master slowly calmed down and asked if we were okay. I told him that I was fine, then he picked up Victoria and carried her to the infirmary. A couple of guards then took the man to the infirmary as well. The doctor treated Victoria and examined the man. He said that it was lucky the man had a tough body, otherwise he could have been paralysed or killed. That deal fell through, losing Master millions. I don't know what happened to the guy, he went missing after that. After Victoria recovered Master did punish us, but only a minor one, to make sure that we learned from our mistakes. She then went to clean the row of cells that held Trista. Lee did not wait for Trista to reply, the punishment had waited long enough, plus he really wanted to sample her body. He knew that Trista would expect certain areas to be targeted first, so he started with a surprise. He planted small gentle quick kisses along her neck and collar bone while gently stroking her hair. Thanks to the secure restraints she would be unable to resist, unable to fight back and harm him. His hands then gently explored her body, missing the most sensitive parts of her body like tits, pussy and ass. He too avoided the areas where her father had scarred her, plus her tattoo and brand. Of course he wanted to roughly play with her at this moment, but now was not the time. He needed to show her his caring side and bring her pure pleasure. He would have to build up to that. He then gently whispered into her ear, Mmm, it feels good, doesn't it my lovely slave, but this is only the beginning, Master will make you scream out in pleasure. Click to expand... Trista was instantly shocked as he growled at her angrily in Atlantean. Though it wasnt just the fact of him understanding her and answering her that shocked her. What got her the most was the way he spoke it. His angry tone did nothing more than make her feel she had won this game. But the richness of his voice mixing the rough syllables and inflections of the language did something else to her. The way it rolled off his tongue and dripped from his lips sent shivers washing over her body. Oh yea he knew it fluently alright and if they had been under any other circumstances with each other she would swoon over him like a bitch in heat. Never had the dead language of the Titan Gods sounded so sexy and erotic. However she could not allow him to know that. If he knew then she would be giving him a tool to use against her. She had always been enthralled by different languages and their accents, it was almost a fetish for her. But she could not allow him to know. She had to show no weakness. To do so could destroy her in ways she never wanted to comprehend. So she quickly tried to hide the small flicker of arousal from her eyes, leaving shock in the forefront then satisfaction at his anger. Surely he had not noticed. Seeing him raise his fist to hit her, she tensed in expectation of his wrath and the pain it would bring. However the blow never came, making her look at him bewildered as his mood suddenly changed to softness and humor. Oh hell, she didn't like this game at all. She had seriously underestimated him and hearing his words of her sister's betrayal cut right through her. She couldn't believe her sister had went against her, that he had gotten to her so easily to make her help the enemy. But more than that he read her like a book. He was right. She was afraid however she was too pridefull to admit it, especially to him. She was afraid of that which could ultimately undo her and bend her to his will. She was afraid of being changed and of loosing herself to this man and in that sudden instant of realization of what he intended upon her she fought. Pushing and pulling against her restraints she did anything to attempt rebellion and get free as her mind scream no over and over. With the strength she put against the restraints they dug into her skin holding her in place while cutting into her enough to leave marks. She knew she was fighting a loosing battle but she didnt care. As she then felt his lips, soft and gentle against her neck as his hand trailed along her body tenderly creating tingles and shivers through her body she hissed and then whimpered a cry of no....stop this...don't....touch me.... She knew he heard the restrained fear in her voice, she had heard it herself. What he was doing felt good and she didn't like it. It made her uncomfortable at the sensations which were so foriegn to her and she knew without a doubt that if he continued, she would be at total war with herself. She didnt need that. She didnt need her body rebelling against her mind and that seemed to be his exact intention which left her feeling panicked at his words whispered into her ear. Alexis cringed at Melinda's mention of the whip. She couldn't even begin to imagine how that would feel but she was sure it would not deter her sister. Hell Trista would more than likely get off on it. So she was left a bit out of sorts on the whole ordeal. Melinda had assured her he wouldn't harm her which was good to hear. However one thing was definitely clear in her mind. If her sister tried to escape she was not going to let her drag her along for the ride. Sighing not knowing what to do, not that she really could do anything, she moved to sit on her bed and wait. Nothing else she could attempt to rest before he would come for her again.