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  Aurora shuddered but managed, “Yes, Master. Very, very much."

  Gareth smiled. “I do like hearing you call me Master, slave. Did you call your former employer ‘Master'?"

  Aurora groaned and breathed, “No, Master."

  He nodded and grinned wider. “Excellent. Have you ever had a Master before?"

  "No, Master,” Aurora said, squirming, “Fuck me, please."

  Gareth chuckled. “You are very wet and hot, little slave.” He plunged his thumb into her, pleased to see how quickly her cunny adjusted to the addition and very slowly, began to pump her. Aurora's groan was long, loud and deep. “I think you've been trained before, though. How do you know not to touch me?"

  Aurora groaned, trying to speak but only managing growls and moans.

  Gareth considered her. As good as it felt having his hand up inside her like this, he had to stop or he'd never get a straight answer. Aurora liked sex to the point where any kind of fucking would be a distraction. He slowed and stopped. “Answer me, or I will leave you alone."

  Aurora whimpered again and drew a shuddering breath. “My station...” she tried, “My-my station ... never touch the nobles without permission...” She swallowed hard, arching her back. “Please, Master. Don't stop. I-I need to come ... it's so painful now..."

  Gareth pulled his hand out of her and licked his fingers. “Mmm,” he said as he noticed her watching him, licking her own lips. She tasted musky and sweet at the same time. Her scent was warm and heady and made him dizzy. His own pain was so profound, he became intoxicated by it, and her. She was incredibly infectious. “You taste lovely, slave,” he told her, delighted to see the pleasure the compliment gave her. “And pain itself can be an addiction you will learn to love and crave."

  Moaning softly, she bit her lip. “Master, can I have you now?” she breathed, eyes firmly set on the bulge in the front of his pants. She pulled on her bonds and he chuckled softly.

  "Have you ever been restrained before, Aurora?"

  "Yes, Master.” she said.

  He ran fingers over her swollen clit and pussy. She shivered. “But not as a slave?"

  "No, Master. Please fuck me."

  He laughed. “You like to beg?"

  "Yes, Master. Please, please fuck me."

  Gareth began running his large, warm hands over her body. She groaned, quivering. He rubbed her, massaging muscles and feeling her intimately. She arched her back. He massaged her breasts, rubbing them deeply as she grunted and moaned again.

  "You have some very nice, very large tits,” he told her. “I think you're quite proud of them, aren't you?"

  "Yes, Master,” she panted.

  He squeezed them and tugged her nipples, then moved his hands over her shoulders and arms. Leaning close to her, he nibbled her lip. “Would you like to touch me?” he whispered.

  Aurora shuddered. “Oh, yes, Master,” she moaned, “Please."

  He kissed her then, releasing her arms from their tendrils. Her hands came down and began caressing him, tangling in his hair, moving over his shoulders, his chest, trailing down his back to massage and caress his butt. He stiffened in pleasure. Gareth felt the light traces of her touch tingling all over his body. His cock hardened even more, to the point where his pants were now intolerably uncomfortable. As her fingers found his buttocks, he groaned loudly. Then one hand slid over his hip and found him. Gareth growled but her fingers only firmed and began massaging him. Rather expertly, he realized. But then, it only made sense. Aurora was a professional woman.

  He pulled back from her lips, gesturing as he did so and his clothes faded away, releasing his cock and baring his body to her voracious gaze. She licked her lips as her eyes traveled down his toned, athletic body. His smoothly muscular chest was lightly dusted with pale blonde curls, which tapered over his stomach, to the very thick, blunt, cock that stood up proudly from an equally nice set of balls. “Oh, my,” Aurora moaned softly in appreciation, licking her lips again.

  That was enough for him. He scooted up to her and plunged his hard cock deep into her mouth. She moaned and began slurping him, wrapping her hand around the base of him and the other cupping and caressing his balls. He growled loudly, shoving his fingers into her hair and forcing her head to bob up and down his length as she nipped, scraped and sucked at his over-sensitive skin. Her mouth was hot and wet. Her tongue felt incredibly good, rasping over his skin as it loosened and tightened with each hard thrust.

  Aurora's fingers massaged and tugged on his balls as he fucked her mouth, her breasts quivering and bouncing. Their filled the clearing with sounds of pleasure.

  Gareth stiffened. If he didn't stop her, Aurora was going to make him come and as pleasurable as that was, it wouldn't be as satisfying as he knew it could be. Her slightly rough tongue rasped across the oversensitive, satiny skin of his cock as he pulled back, swirling over his swollen head and he nearly lost it when he felt her “mmmmmmm” as she suckled him.

  No. Dammit.

  He pushed her head back and moved away as she reached for him. “No.” he snapped. She whimpered again, making him smile.

  "Master ... !” she pleaded. “You taste so good ... fuck my mouth again, please ... let me help you come..."

  "Not yet,” Gareth purred, enjoying her obvious pain and longing. He noticed the way her gaze raked his body and how her own body bent toward him, without her even realizing it. “You are so impatient, little slave.” He moved to stand above her, just out of her reach. Her eyes fixed on him.

  "That was ... acceptable."

  "Only-only ... ‘acceptable', Master?” The dismay on her face made him smirk and step even further away from her, snickering at her cruelly. She shuddered and blinked, tears welling up in her dark grey eyes. He quickly sent his cirri to bind her wrists again and yank them over her head. They quickly spread-eagled Aurora and Gareth slowly walked around her, studying her coldly.

  She shivered as she watched him, eyes huge and wet, body trembling and sweaty. The light was beginning to fail and shadows deepened around them. The increasing chill made itself obvious on the surface of her skin. He was pleased to notice the prickling and tightening of her nipples as she squirmed and moaned softly. She was clearly discomfited by his silent, grim appraisal.

  "Tell me, Aurora,” he said evenly, “Why do you want to find Janassi?"

  Aurora blinked in confusion. “I-I don't.” she whispered.

  Gareth frowned. “Never lie to me, slave,” he snarled. “I know you do. That is why you decided to go to the Northlands, even though you know how dangerous these lands can be."

  She looked up, into his icy lavender eyes and he held them, forcing her to stay focused on him. “I-I wanted to find ... Jarod—"

  Gareth shook his head. “You lie badly. You have been lying to yourself about that twit from the beginning. You wanted to find Janassi.” He gave her a thin, evil smile, which made her stiffen and try to look away from him, which he refused to let her do. “More truthfully even than that, you wanted to find me."

  He gestured slowly, kneeling in the moss near her. In his right hand appeared an exquisite white leather multi-thonged whip, accented with black leather braiding and silver studs. Aurora blinked, lips falling open in a silent gasp. Gareth smiled, trailing the strands of leather gently across her exposed stomach. Aurora moaned softly, shuddering.

  "This,” he held up the whip, “is a particular favorite of mine.” He trailed the thongs across her breasts and chuckled at the tiny sound of dismay that escaped her lips. “Properly, you ought to realize how honored you are to feel it."

  Aurora's large dark eyes focused on the whip. She swallowed hard as he dragged the leather strips across her breasts again and her nipples stiffened even more. He watched her and smiled knowingly. She realized what he was going to do and was anticipating it. She licked her lips as he trailed the whip across her hips and tickled her swollen pussy and clit with it. Gareth chuckled. “You do realize, don't you?” he whispered, leaning closer to her, “y
ou want it."

  His words had a clear affect on her. Aurora groaned, her entire body taken with a shiver. “Yes, Master Gareth,” she breathed. “Please."

  He grinned demonically at the satisfaction her words gave him. “Excellent,” he said, lifting the whip from her and pulling it back. She watched him, a mixture of fear and excitement on her lovely face.

  Gareth sent the thongs down hard across the flesh of her stomach. Aurora stiffened, crying out, her back arching reflexively as angry red lines appeared across her skin. He hit her again and she cried out, her eyes wide, tears streaming down her face. And again. Gareth moved his assault to her breasts. Aurora screamed when the leather thongs stung her the first time, body shuddering and stiffening. He laid the falls across her full, quivering tits several times, smiling grimly.

  He studied his handiwork as Aurora fell, sobbing and shaking, to the moss and grass beneath her. Her soft stomach and considerable breasts were striped with thin red lines and angry welts. He smiled. “Very nice,” he muttered in appreciation.

  "Yes, Master."

  He plunged his hand between her legs to feel her pussy, murmuring as he felt the heat and sticky wetness of fresh female juices, the swollen, flesh was thick and throbbing as she groaned. “Very good,” he purred. “More?"

  "Yes, Master,” she groaned.

  Gareth smiled. “On your hands and knees then, slave.” The magical restraints slackened as Aurora obediently sat up and tried to get to the required position as quickly as possible. However, due to the beating she'd taken and unused to the length of her binding, she was extremely unsteady. Gareth smirked and slipped a hand under her to assist, flipping her deftly over and grazing his fingernails across her stomach and breasts as he did. Aurora stiffened and squealed in pain which made him chuckle again.

  "Do you like the pain, Aurora?” He gestured and the tendrils bound her ankles and wrists back to the ground, as well as new ones appearing to hold her steady on her hands and knees.

  "Yes, Master,” she breathed, sobbing a little.

  Gareth sat back on his haunches a moment to admire her. She was shivering, sniffling softly, her head down, body arched. Her breasts hung heavily, swinging slightly with every tremble and breath. Her voluptuously soft curves were clearly defined, the fullness of her stomach, her wide hips and ample buttocks thrust up, the swelling flesh of her pussy quite visible from behind as he moved around her, running his hand appreciatively over that soft, round ass. She quivered at his touch. Taking the handle of his whip, he ran it slowly over the curve of her buttock, into the valley between, then down to prod at the exposed dewy flesh and make her groan.

  "Am I humiliating you, Aurora?” he purred, caressing her ass and rubbing the handle of the whip against her female flesh. “Do you like it?"

  Aurora sniffled, shuddering. “Y-yes ... M-master,” she managed slowly.

  "Good. You like the pain. Yet you are humiliated because you do."

  Aurora moaned again. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  He prodded the handle of the whip into her body. It slid in easily. “You like sex but are embarrassed because pain makes you hot. Pitiful."

  Aurora dropped her head, masses of strawberry-red hair covering her face. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, barely audible.

  Gareth slid the handle of the whip out of her and flicked the thongs across her exposed pussy. It cracked loudly and Aurora screamed at the sting. “I couldn't hear you,” he snapped sternly. “When you speak to me, slave, I'd damn well better be able to hear you, or you will find out what even more intense pain is like. Pain without pleasure."

  Aurora sobbed. “No, no!” she cried. “I'm sorry! Please!"

  Gareth snarled, “Then repeat yourself."

  "Yes, Master Gareth.” Aurora said, her voice shaking and hoarse, “Yes. You are right."

  Gareth raised the whip and snapped it across her pussy again, wrenching another scream from her. “What am I right about? Tell me."

  Aurora shuddered, sobbing making it difficult to speak properly, “You-you are right ... about me. I am embarrassed because—” she coughed, managing, “—pain makes me ... very hot, Master.” She moaned loudly, as though the admission itself was humiliating.

  Gareth listened to her with a demonic grin that turned truly satanic at her final words. “Excellent, pet,” he purred, kissing the flesh he'd just spanked. She stiffened and screamed. He pulled the steaming, newly wet folds of her into his mouth and sucked on them, swirling his tongue around them, sliding into her slit, toying with the swollen nub of her clitoris and dipping into, then exploring her cunny.

  Aurora thrust against him, moaning loudly and squirming. He could hear her crying and gasping. “Oh ... Yes, Master, please! Suck my clit, please! Please! Yes! More, more! Please, please, Master Gareth ... please, please make me come! Ooooohhhh...” And he wanted to, she tasted so incredibly sweet and tender, she was so much younger than he was and so juicy, he wanted to eat her up, almost literally. She was unlike anything he'd had before, which was saying something. How someone with her background could still be this soft and nubile, fresh and deliciously innocent, Gareth was sure he didn't know. He wanted to see what she'd taste like when she came ... but, as his Uncle Rybnik was fond of saying, there was plenty of time for that after the training was over. With more reluctance than he'd even been aware of, Gareth raised his head, licking his lips and sat back.

  Aurora's cry of dismay was almost wretched and it amused him so much he nearly forgot how delicious she was.

  Collecting his whip, he sat back, considering the round, delectable ass she was unconsciously wiggling in a very inviting way. He grinned wickedly. Tossing back the lashes, he sent them down across her creamy flesh, wrenching a scream from her tortured lungs and bringing up red welts from her skin. With a laugh of pure fiendish enjoyment, Gareth set to with the whip, marking her with the skill of a connoisseur of the art.

  Aurora's cries degenerated into groans, which eventually became soft moans as her ass got redder. Her body shook under the blows, moisture streaming down her legs. Gareth finally slowed his flogging, then stopped, admiring the red-streaked and catted flesh of Aurora's lovely round ass.

  "Ah...” he breathed, rubbing his hot hand over her skin, smirking at the hiss of pain that came from her, “Beautiful, my pet. You mark very well.” He chuckled. “And you took that very well.” He leaned down to kiss her skin. “Did you like it?"

  Aurora grunted softly, trembling. She was still trying to bear her own weight but was shaking very hard. He could tell she was trying to speak but her body wouldn't let her. He considered lowering her to the ground but decided against it. “Don't make me repeat myself,” he warned, his voice still soft and rich but colder than before.

  Aurora groaned, swallowed hard several times and forced out, “Yesss ... Master..."

  Gareth smiled. “Quite right. Of course you did, you little pain slut!” He slapped her butt hard with the palm of his hand and she shrieked, stiffening. “That's what you are. A pain slut."

  Aurora shuddered.

  He slapped her again. “Like that?"

  She groaned, sniffling but answered in a shaky whisper, “Yes, Master."

  Gareth frowned. “What?” he snarled.

  Aurora swallowed hard. “Yes, Master!” she cried out, “Yes! I like it!"

  He laughed malevolently and spanked her again. “What are you?"

  "A pain slut!” she screamed.

  He spanked her again. “Whose are you?"

  "Your pain slut, Master Gareth!"

  He spanked her again and she began crying. “Damn straight you are, Aurora,” he snapped with a nasty leer. “My fucking pain slut slave. I doubt you'll forget that, now."

  Aurora sobbed. “Yes, Master,” she managed. “Never. I will never forget."

  He raised his hand again and she stiffened, but he only used it to caress her stinging ass. “You're a very good little pain slut, pet,” he said in a softer tone. “And I think you deserve a
reward."

  Aurora's entire body began to tremble, very hard. He grinned. “What do you think your reward should be?” he asked her, kneading her stinging skin with one hand as he reached over to caress a breast with the other.

  "Fuck me, Master Gareth.” Aurora moaned softly, “Let me come. Please. I'll do anything you want, just let me come."

  He laughed softly. “I know you'll do anything I want. Don't bargain with me.” He continued to massage and caress. “And I'm only allowing you one reward. Fuck you or let you come."

  Aurora stiffened, moaned, then dissolved into sobbing.

  He chuckled. “I'll make it easy on you, slave. I'll fuck you. You deserve that and I want to. However, the only way you're allowed to come is when I say so. You will come on command from now on. The consequences for not doing so will be dire.” He slapped her ass lightly but enough to sting, enjoying the hiss and renewed sounds of crying coming from her. “Do you understand me?"

  "Y-y-y ... y-yes ... M-m-master..."

  "Excellent."

  He moved around to her head to cup her chin in his hand and bring his mouth down on hers. She kissed him so wantonly, with such abandon and raw passion that he knew even though she was humiliated and terrified of him, she was entirely under his thrall, completely entranced by him. She was his and completely willing to be so. He let her kiss him, her mouth, lips and tongue telling him everything he wanted to know. She'd wanted him from the moment she'd seen him. His tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, he sucked her lips and tongue, mashing her lips under his, growling.

  He was strange, alien with a diabolical and powerful reputation that preceded him even to her sedate part of existence. She was attracted to the villainous type. He was something she'd never seen before. She growled herself, panting, thrusting her tongue repeatedly against his. He knew these things as certainly as he knew she'd never be free again. She was a slave to him, to his family and she was content to be that, for as long as she survived their wants and desires.

  He'd collar her as soon as possible.