Thread: The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

Adan saw a second glance from her. She came to him and pressed against him. His coarse chest hair scraping her nipples under the fabric of her gown had him taking shallow breaths. She moved against him slowly, her body sending messages he could do nothing about. He tried to keep his face a mask but he could not. He wore surprise as she rode his thigh. His leg tensing offering hard muscle for her soft flesh to scratch against. His body no stranger to the heat of desire from someone else move in a slow building rhythm as though by their very nature it was his desire as well. He denied it. Shut it from his mind as best he could. But his cock grew bolder. Swelling as she spoke of her pleasure and his pain. He could not give her his name and she would know a lie before it left his lips. His name was tied to his Lord as surely as if he were a son. He was the Lord's second. Confident and aide. With his name she would attempt to discover all that he knew. He knew much. He knew too much. He knew that which was not known but to the Lord. Adan was privy such knowledge and it was the discovery of the Book of Secrets which must be kept from the Eleven at all costs. Even ....... this hell he found himself in. He remained silent. It was his only weapon for now. He'd find others. But he was sweating when she suggested piercings. Then the rings. The ribbings for woman's pleasure. Her voice in his ear telling him all manner of what she would do to him. He looked down to hide the wild look in his eyes as the fear grew. As the doubt grew that she might break him. His body went cold but his cock sprang to attention. Of but the closeness of her body against his. Her wicked tongue as she left a welcome line of glistening damp down his thigh. And then she came to him in her fullness. Bare, and stroked her maiden hood against a throbbing cock that jerked with lust. His first sound. A deep rumbling groan from his chest. His hips rocked slightly across her hot damp desire. She was that close. A thrust and he would have speared her and taken her as his own. So close. So warm and ready for his use. It was his iron will that held fast and only just barely. She must have known somehow. She must have guessed. Surely it was luck that she reached for the heated brand. He stiffened. His arms pulling on the chains that held his hands at the wrists. She came gliding towards him. Smiling. He thought certainly his chest. Or perhaps the thigh she had so carefully lined with her desire. She would brand his chest for all to see. But her hand did not lay upon his chest. She took instead his cock. His hard shaft in her soft small hand. Pulling it down as he watched in terror. Unable to move afraid she would scar his manhood. Scream. She permitted a scream from him. As the heat seared his flesh in agony he bellowed. His head full back and his hands griping and ungripping the chains that held him open for her to do such as this. To mark his flesh hers. He hung for a moment. His legs like strands of leather as he caught his breath and shook the pain from his thoughts. Her hands came to him then. Soft and tender. They came and sealed the wounds allowing the scars age without killing him. It bedeviled him. She bedeviled him. Was she fiend or friend. His mind whirl as she spoke again of the piercing and the rings. He shook his head no when she asked if he would obey her. Yet he wanted to but he could not betray his people. He could not betray his Lord. He could not betray those that trusted him, or thought him safely dead. He lifted his eyes to her and saw her standing looking at his cock as many women had done before. This time it was different. This time Ariia the black diamond had a smile that snake wore before they bite a man with their poison kiss. He shuddered at the thought of the piercings. The ribbing. The humiliation a display would bring. How she might use that to taunt him. How men would laugh as such a fellow as he head and shoulders above tall me could be led on a ring by this tiny woman. He could not obey her. Whatever came of this he could not. His eyes widened when she brought the iron to his shaft. To his cock that flag poled and dripped pre-cum with her abuse. The betrayer and she would mark that very member with that white hot iron. He struggled to escape the heat. The scorching of his cock flesh. The chains held. The damn chains held. Yet she came closer still. And slowly bring that glowing orb to him. Her reflection in the heat. Her eyes on his and he stiffened. His cock so hard his groin ached. Her eyes a mix of teasing and pleasure. She was enjoying his. His hand gripping his member as best she could. Stroking along his silky length. Teasing with the lightest of touches as he watched her lean and kiss the mark she placed upon his flesh. But it was the attention of her tongue that had his hips rocking into her hand. He growled and cursed. His head thrashing back and forth. And before he lost all manner of his nerve. Before he lost the last of his courage. Before he became another trophy to add to her collection. Before he surrendered, his face grew dark, allow rage to take over. His arms bulging as he jerked on the chains that held him. His look piercing as he met her gaze, and barked his answer to her. Do your worst!!