Releasing The Slave Within

Releasing the slave within.

A story of submission, pleasure and spanking.

By Gemma Jones

Andrew staggered through the pouring rain, by now his clothes offered little or no protection from the weather. He was gradually getting closer to the floor as he had been walking these desolate roads for days without food, water or indeed company.

He was not fully aware of that which he was searching for, or even why, 5 days ago he had informed his boss he was having a early 20's crisis and needed to go in search of something he did not fully understand. Of course, his boss, after his little outburst was more than happy to make him redundant, giving Andrew a small but substantial amount of money to begin his perilous journey into the unknown.

The past 3 days had seen him pack many supplies, a sleeping bag, tinned food, cleaning articles, pots and pans all in a huge rucksack, at first the heat had been unbearable, burning down on him mercilessly, keeping a watchful eye, ensuring Andrew's abused skin stayed in the baking heat all day long. Gradually the sun turned into cloud, which darkened almost to the point of total darkness in the middle of the day, before parting the heavens above it and drenching the arid earth with rain.

The first night saw Andrew's tent torn to shreds by scattered rain and wind, it eventually tore away from its fixings in the ground and was lost forever into a nearby forest. Downhearted, but not about to give up Andrew slept, naked, allowing the warm rain drench his milky flesh until dawn gave way to another glorious day.

The second day, much the same as the first began with Andrew absentmindedly forcing himself to eat, a habit instilled in him by his mother during his upbringing, and as he sat, sipping coffee he pondered his situation and the very foundations of his life. Bringing no answers, and no comfort he dressed, and continued down the road that seemed to be pulling him along, stopping only to gaze at more unusual and beautiful flowers and plants.

Gradually, as day turned to night, and the temperature dared to drop just a little, the familiar smell and close heat informed Andrew of the tough night he faced, again minus the tent. So, like the night before, he stripped naked, taking care to remain hidden in the woods and laid down to sleep......

Sometime, during the deepest part of the night, Andrew began gently twitching, his hands gripping the drenched forest floor beneath him then releasing. Beneath the layers of sleep she spoke to him, her voice sounded as gentile as a passing whisper, as tempting as that of the mermaids who beckon ill-fated seamen to their treacherous rocks. When she spoke, music spilled from her luscious, filled red lips. When she moved it was like grace personified, her every movement had him aching to touch her. But deep instilled in him was the knowledge she was out of bounds, and him her lowly slave.

Finally as the sun rose lazily on the third day, slowly drying out the ground around his naked skin Andrew woke with a start, so hard he was throbbing, his warm blood pulsing through his stiff member drumming in his ears, behind his eyes until it took him over, wrapping his long, nimble fingers around his beating shaft and slowly starting the path to climax and fulfilment. It did not take him long as the dream he had experienced the night before gave him more than sufficient stimulus to bring him into the most delicious, naughty climax he had experienced in quite some time, including the women he'd slept with.

That morning Andrew sipped his steaming coffee with a feeling of fulfilment and a big childish grin on his face. He felt more than ready to face the day, and began once again after dressing to follow the road which felt right, it almost seemed to call out to him. But tragedy was never far behind. Shortly after noon, Andrew was sitting on his backpack picking eagerly at some stale bread and cheese, coffee sitting obediently at his side, as he took his last mouthful and stood facing the way he was heading he hiked his backpack onto his shoulders. As he took his first step, out of nowhere he heard the sound of an engine, figuring he could hitch a ride Andrew turned in just enough time to see the car skid to a halt behind him, the occupants of the car, two big built men, both with ragged unshaven faces. They ran at him and grabbed his rucksack roughly he fought against them, but they brought out a pair of flick knives, and knowing his hunting knife was buried deep in his rucksack figured it was more than his life ' s worth and threw all his worldly possessions at them. Turning on his heels he ran, and didn't stop until he passed out, lost deep in the forest.

What seemed like a lifetime later Andrew's hearing returned bringing him sharply back to reality, miles away from home, unsure of the distance of his destination, the only thing left to do was walk, and walk he did. The rain now became relentless, beating down on him, slowly breaking his spirit that just a few hours was high, and hopeful for his future, and now, as that future grew further distant and bleak, Andrew's tears and gentile sobs mixed with the rain and wind around him, going unheard.

That night, as Andrew tried to sleep, the rain pounding his skin and the ground around him he was plunged into a dark, deep sleep. She came to him again, this time telling him to continue his journey, the concern in her voice evident. Andrew moaned, reaching his arms out into the night sky, but in his dreams he nearly touched her velvet skin. Back in reality this thought was enough to bring him to a shuddering climax, covering himself and the ground around him with warm spunk.

The next day, Andrew put on his soaking clothes, with nothing better to do he carried on walking always thinking of the anonymous goddess in his dreams, she kept him alive, kept him walking in the same direction hour after hour. Over and over he replayed her words, her soothing voice his saviour.

Sometime during the mid afternoon the rain held off, giving the sun time to make an appearance, Andrew took this time to sit, and dry off, to scavenge the ground for something to eat. Several exhausting hours later he was tucking into char grilled pheasant pleased with his achievement, those survival courses he did in work actually came in handy. He never understood until now, why anyone would need survival classes in an office. Although come staff party nights, it was every man for himself.

After a short sleep, Andrew stood up, felt his stomach churn, trying his best to ignore it he continued down the road, just as the rain began to beat once again. Another long day, and sleepless night later the rain continued to beat down on him, she never came to him again. His memories were beginning to fade, he felt as if he might be becoming delusional, imagining things. Thinking his life needed changing when it didn't. Again tears of angst and unknowing flowed freely from his shining blue eyes. The last thing he remembered was feeling sleepy, he fell gently to his knees, succumbing to the heavy feeling, the comforting darkness enveloping.

She came from nowhere, her crimson cape billowing in the wind, her hood drawn over her face, protecting her from the elements, the rain didn't seem to touch her. Her heavy boot clad feet hardly touched the floor, making no noise, she paced confidently, not rushing, scooping Andrew's limp body into strong arms, but not feeling his weight. As suddenly as she came, she walked off into the pouring rain, just another figure in the darkening afternoon.

Andrew woke up slowly groggily pushing away many heavy layers of sleep. Opening his eyes he started to drink in his surroundings, he was lying in a huge bed, drenched in black and red silk sheets, his head buried in downy pillows of the same material, the felt cool and soothing on his head and naked skin. When his eyes allowed him to focus beyond two feet in front of him. The room was dimly lit, gentile moonlight shone through the huge windows, the rain beating a steady rhythm against the glass. The room appeared to be sparse, two doors, hard, heavy oak, both with looped iron handles. A dressing table with an old fashioned brush, mirror, clad in silver, and a vial, containing something that appeared to be red. A lone chair, more like a gothic throne set in a corner. Next to him on the bed, a table, laden with delicious foods, and a huge mug of steaming coffee.

Convinced he must be dreaming, Andrew hauled himself up onto his elbows, breathing in the aroma of fresh coffee, he reached for the mug, half expecting his hands to sink through it. They didn't, he wrapped his hands around the warm mug and took a big, long mouth full of the liquid enjoying the feeling as it sank into him.

Next, he took a piece of bread, it too was fresh, still warm, breaking a small chunk off he popped it in his mouth, enjoying the feeling of it melting slowly away leaving only a divine taste. The meat cuts were just as tasty, juicy tender beef and chicken breast, Andrew ate hungrily, glad that if this was all a dream it was a tasty and pleasing dream. Finishing with grapes and the remainder of his coffee he sank back into the pillows, and fell fast asleep exhausted.

Twice more, that happened, Andrew awoke later to find a hearty breakfast of sausage, egg, bacon and mushrooms with fried bread and more of the delicious coffee made exactly to his taste, again, he ate with vigour feeling his energy begin to return.

When he awoke that evening he found only a sandwich and more coffee, but noticed one of the heavy doors ajar, steam coming from the open door. He noted the silk gown draped over the arms of the throne, taking the subtle hint, he carefully, slowly inched out of bed, noting instantly his nakedness he drew the gown around him, sinking into its gentile stroke on his sensitive skin. Edging toward the bathroom, armed with his coffee an altogether different smell flooded his senses, a deep smell of roses entwined with flowers and spices he had only ever dreamed existed, the smell reminded him of the deepest parts of a dense jungle and the tops of the highest mountains. Opening his eyes from the smell he saw a grand bathroom. The huge bath centring the room, steaming hot, stepping up to it he placed his mug on the top step and shrugged out of his robe.

Stepping into the bath was almost like stepping onto a cloud, the hot water enveloped his feet, then his legs, and finally up to his neck as he eased himself into its warmth feeling the water massage his stiff aching muscles, scooping up his mug, taking a long drink Andrew relaxed back, sighing in pleasure as the feeling over took him, taking him to a higher pleasure. Teaching him to better appreciate the finer things in life.

Sometime later, after the coffee mug had been long discarded and Andrew had gently washed his long, now matted hair, he was left with another throbbing erection begging for his attention. Obliging happily, he wrapped his hand around it and gently began to play with himself, his cock stood hard and proud, it didn ' t take him long to bless the bath water, moaning softly to himself as waves of pleasure enveloped him.

Stepping from the cooling water he wrapped himself in the warm fluffy towel, glancing in one of the mirrors that surrounded three walls, noting the sink, surrounded by washing pieces, a blade and bar of soap, a toothbrush and paste and a brush similar to the one out on the dressing table. Again he took the hint and proceeded to gently shave his face, brush his teeth, and finally brushing his hair, in long slow strokes. Ambling slowly back into the main bedroom he wondered for the first time about his situation, how he got here, who was feeding him, running him baths. And so convenient, but before his mind could come up with a solution sleep took over once again.

When Andrew awoke next, the majority of the answers came in one go. As he propped himself upon the soft sheets, she walked in, holding the cup between two small hands, dressed in a loose pair of caftan pants and a vest top, stretched across her ample bosom. Placing the mug down on the table she smiled down at him and he thanked the heavens he was under cover as his prick stiffened instantly, betraying him. To shatter the silence, and speed his recovery from sleep he took a mouthful of hot, sweet coffee, looking into her almost black eyes.

"Been enjoying my hospitality, have you?" she muttered, Andrew nearly choked on his drink, her voice practically made him come.

"Y-y-yes, thank you....um?" Andrew stuttered in reply.

"You can call me Lady Rynn, welcome to my castle Andrew, I have been expecting you. This is going to be your new life." Her voice was so haunting.

"I-err-I don't understand....how did you know my name....?"

"I called you Andrew, to me, this is where you belong." Despite her voice, Andrew felt a gentile annoyance rising, why wasn't she giving him straight answers?

"Look, Rynn, whoever you are. Thanks for helping me, but you can't hold me here...." Andrew began to move to get out of bed, but she grabbed his hand.

"It's LADY Rynn to you, and I can hold you here, because you'll stay, willingly, understand?" Andrew felt his anger subsiding, weighing it up staying here with this beautiful woman would beat any office job, any day.

"Yes, my Lady."

"Now," she said, gently stroking his hair away from his face, "rest, you'll need your energy for training, tomorrow."

"T-t-training?" he whimpered. She turned as she opened the door to leave, nodding, an evil look about her. Andrew feared it might be painful, but, as he bit his lip he knew he would enjoy every minute of it.

The next day he woke with a start, taking in his familiar surroundings with deep breaths. He noticed his clothes, and then his breakfast, and then the note. In that order, he dressed, ate quickly and then opened the letter.

Andrew

I have left the castle for a few supplies, stay in your room until I return.

Please, take a bath if you wish, sleep, or read. There ' s a few books in the dresser.

From now on things will be very different.

Lady Rynn xx

 

Sure she must be far away, Andrew chanced a glance through the window, this room overlooked the garden, an orchard of various fruit trees, it looked well kept and the warm sun seemed to make the plants look juicy green and happy. Moving from the window and towards the door he pulled on his coat and peeked around the door. No one was in sight down the long, wide corridor. Andrew stepped out and began his search.

Most of the top floor brought little interest, mostly guest rooms decorated quite similar to the one he was staying in, a few were locked, one appeared to be a study holding expensive computers on a desk that ran round most of the room. Andrew eventually found the staircase, carefully walking down it he noted it opened out to a lobby, the huge wooden and iron door in front of him, several doors leading away, starting at his left he worked his way around.

Disappointingly the first two doors were locked, the third housed what had to be a TV room, a huge wide screen drenched a wall, while modern corner style sofas in white and black leather made the old castle come crashing into the modern day. Bypassing the main door and onto the right side of the lobby, the first door led into a huge kitchen, with a table set in the middle, the whole room full of foods, some of which Andrew had never seen. The door in the room lead to a banqueting hall, which, he imagined to lead back out into the lobby. The hall was exquisite, tastefully decorated, with a large wooden table housing many sturdy chairs. The two at either end were large and ornate, suggesting two very important people. That thought angered Andrew so much he shook. Two. Perhaps Lady Rynn had a husband?

As he left the room and entered the third and final door on the right side of the lobby, the room seemed empty, various unused pieces of furniture dotted it, a lap, some chairs etc. Walking into the room, towards the huge window, facing what he guessed to be the road he was travelling along. Thinking back to then seemed ages ago to him, he was brought crashing back to reality, and the ground when he tripped over a bump in the huge decorative rug in the middle of the room. Rising gently to his feet, sure he had made enough of a thud to alert anyone still in the castle of his presence he walked over to the bump and trod on it, there was something hard beneath. Feeling his curiosity getting the better of him he peeled the corner of the rug back, noting how clean and well kept the material was, before long he unveiled a large metal trap door, the cause of his trip was the big round iron handle.

Tip toeing to the front of the opening he threaded his fingers through the metal loop and pulled gently, it made a single creek of resistance making Andrew bite his lip, but then it sailed open like a breeze, casting enough light onto the steps leading into a dimly lit corridor. Stepping down, Andrew gently eased the metal door into its place and walked down the remainder of the steps and along the dim corridor, smoothing his hands over the cool wall as he went. The corridor suddenly ended and opened into a huge room, an archway to his left from which odd noises came, in front the room was filled with apparatus which would need closer inspection to decipher its uses in the darkened room. Stepping into the room, with a dark fascination and feeling of surprise Andrew realised he was stood in what could only be described as a dungeon. And judging by the complete lack of dirt or dust, it appeared to be in full working order.

Stepping up to the first piece, it appeared to be a huge wooden throne, almost like that of an electric chair, with straps for the wrists, knees and ankles, the only thing separating from a regular chair was the huge wooden shaft that rose from its middle. Swallowing hard, several agonising thoughts of how that would feel sent shivers of pain and pleasure coursing through Andrew's body. Moving on he noted the rack, an old torture implement used to force out true or untrue confessions from prisoners by stretching their limbs taught, using two huge cogs, with handles. This one seemed different, from its use of modern metals and wood and it had an extra piece which seemed to be in the right place to stretch out a man's cock. Next, attached to the walls were various pieces of manipulated metal, most looked unused but all looked painful, along with various spreaders, for forcing limbs apart, an open cupboard full of creams, lotions, potions, dildos, strap-ons and vibrators. Hanging from the wall Andrew noted several whips, ranging in length and material from leather to a painful looking chain whip. All this was getting him turned on, but knowing deep down that he would not being using them on anyone, but, he feared the other way around.

As he continued his search of the dungeon, the odd noises from the archway, now directly behind him, continued, engrossed in his exploration of all things pain-related he did not hear the noise of stone rubbing against stone, a noise he would soon come to be terrified of, and love just as equally. As he was admiring a set of cuffs hanging low from the ceiling, he gently slipped his wrists in the stiff leather of the cuffs feeling how submission might feel, he enjoyed feeling trapped. He closed his eyes and imagined her, pacing around him, as he lay limp in his restraints, begging to be let down, to be forgiven. Andrew shuddered enjoying how the thoughts made him feel, unaware of the vine, snaking its way along the ground, but he felt it as it grabbed him around his ankle, jarring his from his day dream back to reality. He tried for several seconds, in vain, to get his wrists from his restraints, his was stood on his tiptoes, the tentacle was pulling his leg from the wall, trying to drag him. Finally he got loose and wrenched the tentacle free before running for his life to the stairs, pushing the trapdoor open, not caring if he was heard. He collapsed, terrified taking deep breaths on the floor next to the trapdoor.

Shortly after, he thought it wise to move, in case he was found. Hauling himself up, he covered the trapdoor once again with the rug, before leaving the room, taking in the lobby once more he headed back upstairs this time heading down the corridor opposite to where he came out. Focusing only on the door facing him, it drew him to it, walking slowly deliberately, the erection in his pants beating in time with his footsteps, getting stronger and faster until he could reach out and......

"HEY! What do you're think you're doing?" Andrew practically jumped out of his skin, he turned to see Lady Rynn, pacing towards him, faster than she should have been able to. Quivering in anticipation, knowing he had disobeyed her, and knowing that he was going to be made sorry for it, he scanned his surrounding, nothing but doors, on his left and right, and Lady Rynn, walking towards him. He followed his instinct, shocking himself in the process, he dropped to his knees and bent his head, feeling ashamed. Confused at his feelings Andrew kept his head down, hoping she'd be lenient, and not at the same time.

"Do you think you have some right to wander my castle without permission?" She yanked his head, by his hair, forcing him to look at her.

"No-no, my lady, I'm-I'm sorry Lady Rynn, I just, Um, I...."

"You deliberately disobeyed my order, slave! You disobey me, you get punished!"

"Wh-a- what are you going to do to me? Please, don't hurt me, please." Andrew begged, knowing it would do him no good, she began dragging him down the hall, by his hair, all he could do was follow and whimper in pain, not just the pain of having his long hair pulled, but also the pain, guaranteed to come, soon.

Wordlessly she dragged him, down the stairs, several times he stumbled, nearly falling, but trying, hard to. Anything to stop from angering her further. Dragging him into the room, sparsely decorated with clutter, hurling back the rug with ease and tugging at the iron handle she threw Andrew with great force down the rough, painful stone steps, moaning painfully he dragged himself to his knees just in time for Lady Rynn to once again gripping his hair and forcing him into the main room, blocking off all hope of escape as she did.

"On your feet, slave, now!" She ordered, her voice contained none of the hospitality it had earlier and yet she still sang beautiful music into his very soul. As quickly as he could manage he was standing, not daring to look at her.

"Strip." She said, Andrew hesitated, not sure he'd heard her right, "what are you waiting for slave? I told you to strip..." as she uttered the last words in her strict, delicious voice, he began to peel away his clothes, starting with his socks, his jeans, and t shirt leaving only his boxers to cover his modesty, and his erection.

"Those too, slave, you need to be thoroughly punished, and completely naked." Andrew sighed gently to himself, peeling away his boxers, his hard cock springing to attention. The sudden cool air on his naked skin gave him goose bumps and a feeling of blissful arousal. Lady Rynn began to approach him, making him shiver in anticipation, grabbing him, this time by his arm she lead him to some shackles, hanging from the centre of the room, as with those Andrew had strapped himself in earlier they left him standing on his tiptoes to stay stood up, she roughly strapped him in, trying a blindfold around his eyes. The darkness suddenly heightened his other senses, making his skin come alive tingling. Andrew heard her pace away, her huge black pvc boots making a solid noise on the hard floor, shortly she returned and he heard her drop several items on a nearby table.

Lady Rynn pondered for a second before picking up a paddle, best to start lightly, then work her way up. Silently she walked around him and landed the first smack right between Andrew's ass cheek. He yelped in surprise and pain, making Lady Rynn smile, a damp feeling spreading to her underwear. Harder this time, enjoying the sharp slap that echoed off the stone walls. Andrew gently moaned to begin with, Lady Rynn, though soon bored of not getting her desired reaction picked up a red riding crop, one of her firm favourites as it had a piece of leather attached to the end which created a delicious whipping noise as it flew through the air.

She paced around him, confusing him, making him ache in anticipation for her next move, it came suddenly, sharp on his pert little ass, making him shake in his chains, gasp for breath. The following strokes came with little or no warning one after the other, making red welts appear on his back and ass and legs, his breaths became ragged, occasionally whimpering and struggling in vain against his restraints. Lady Rynn occasionally laughed, taking joy in his pain and moans. She stopped only when the welts had started to bleed and Andrew was almost constantly yelling in pain. As a final shove to his part of his punishment Lady Rynn brought out a chain whip, gently rattling the heavy metal links, with no real intent of using it, but she got the response she was seeking.

"Oh, no....please is that the chain whip My Lady?, please no, please don't hit me with that, I beg of you." Andrew begged, hanging limply in his restraints, whimpering, sobbing softly to himself. Placing it down Lady Rynn reached up and took off his blindfold and let him gently down into her arms. He fell, exhausted from tensing his muscles, gasping at the sudden pain from release, "on your feet slave," came her relentless order, despite the pain Andrew knew disobeying her order would mean a worse punishment than he was about to receive. Forced via his hair to bend over a nearby table, he heard Lady Rynn snap on a pair of rubber gloves, he didn't dare look behind, but was enlightened soon after when she began to lube up his ass, running her fingers down between his cheeks, finally resting at the entrance, pushing relentlessly until he relaxed, opening for her, he felt her finger slide half way in, his ass reacting, trying to expel the invading digit, instead he relaxed again allowing his Lady's finger to slip all the way in right up to her knuckle. He moaned, softly.

As soon as he was greased up, Lady Rynn dragged him to the chair, the one he had first noted when he entered the dungeon earlier, he swallowed hard and knew that resistance was futile. "Sit on the wooden shaft, it's time for posture correction, slave!" She whispered, obeying, Andrew stepped up to the chair and eased himself down onto the wooden shaft, pausing as it stretched his virgin hole, whimpering as the pain turned to pleasure. Filling his insides. As soon as he was seated Lady Rynn proceeded to strap in his ankles and knees and wrists. She informed him that if he didn't stay still he would hurt himself on the wooden shaft buried inside him, and that she wouldn't make it easy on him. Andrew shuddered at this, as he felt her hands in his hair, rubbing, pulling softly at first, then harder and harder until it became a jerking movement, he could feel the wooden shaft inside him, rubbing his violated insides, yelling out in pain.

Next, she began to spank him, through the gaps in the back of the chair, now vertical welts crossed his horizontal ones, again making him squirm and move around trying to move away from the pain and yet doing nothing more an causing himself worse pain, he began to gently sob at this unfair game. But the worse was next to come, at first the gentile tickling on his feet just seemed to be a normal itch, unable to scratch it Andrew tried to ignore it, as it spread, up and up his legs it became difficult to ignore, then, on the verge of asking his Lady if she could help him, he suddenly realised that the tickling had turned to stinging and that itch had turned to ants, hundreds and thousands of them, crawling all over him nipping and biting as they went.

Before long they were all over him, feasting on his flesh, tears rolled down his eyes, pain, humiliation. "Ready to beg yet slave?" Lady Rynn provoked, smiling evilly. "Oh, please My Lady, no more ants they hurt, please, you can do anything just please stop the ants My Lady, I beg of you." Came his reply, almost instantly, desperation evident amidst his gentile sobs. Clicking her fingers, the ants stopped, dead. Sighing and sobbing in relief Lady Rynn opened his restraints and told him to ease himself off slowly, so as not to hurt himself. Andrew obeyed, almost missing the familiar full feeling. Looking up Lady Rynn was holding a dog collar and chain. Understanding Andrew lowered himself to all fours and crawled over to her, his head bent in shame, knowing what she expected and thought of him.

Leaning over she secured the collar on him, tugging on the chain to ensure the correct tightness and reaction came from the tight yank she gave him. Satisfied she turned on her skyscraper heels and began walking, dragging him along behind her, like her animal. Up the steps and out of the trap door, telling him to sit, like a good boy while she replaced the door. Taking up his lead again she took him upstairs, veering towards the corridor of doors on the left. Opening a door into a huge master bathroom the size of a hospital ward. Instantly, Andrew noticed this was no ordinary bathroom, it did however consist of a bath, a huge ornate one, similar, but bigger than that in his room. It also had a sink, a shower and several units. But that was where the similarities with any normal bathroom stopped, it had a bed, with stirrups, normally used for pregnant women, with a light above the bed, ready to shine down on the patient. Several trolleys covered in ominous looking medical apparatus, and draws concealing much more.

Lady Rynn, after giving Andrew sufficient time to drink in this surroundings, yanked him into the room by his chain, instructing him to act like a dog. Andrew, after hesitating and receiving a good kick to the ribs, began to pant and wiggle his ass, looking up at his Lady for attention. She smiled to herself. Dragging him over to a until.

"Stand up, you dirty slut, time to clean you up!" She ordered giving a sharp tug on his lead.

"Yes, My Lady," he replied, gently rising to his feet. Lady Rynn forced him roughly to bend over the unit, as he did Andrew felt the greased up tube enter his abused, stretched ass, expelling a gentle moan that became louder as the warm water filled his bowels, filling him beyond any sense of the word. After every drop had squeezed its way into his ass, and Andrew had watched the expression on his Lady's face in the mirror above him, she opened her mouth to him again. Filling him with joy, amidst the pain.

"Hold it in slut, we need to make sure your filthy ass is nice and clean."

"Y-y-yes My L-lady." Came his stuttered reply. By now his cock had been constantly hard for hours, he had not felt release since the bath, that seemed so long ago now. Almost as if she read his mind Lady Rynn slotted a cock ring over his now throbbing shaft, her touch nearly sent him over the edge, but it was stopped dead by the tight cut-off feeling the rubber cock ring brought. By now the water had been in his ass for over 10 minutes, holding onto it was difficult and painful, it brought stinging tears to his eyes, each time he looked up he saw his Lady, dressed in a smutty red, white and black nurses outfit, the little hat set purposefully off centre. Its hem barely covered her modesty, caressed softly with a black thong, concealing the suspender belt which held up her black stockings. Each glance at her sent Andrew's head spinning knowing he couldn't come.

Before long came relief, "ok slut, sit on the toilet." The feeling of fullness gradually subsided, but pleasure was not to be his. "You're still a dirty slut, and now I'm going to teach your clean ass a lesson...Get on the bed, now!" Without wanting to push his luck Andrew laid down on the bed, almost thankful for the minute of rest. And minute it was, he felt his arms being tied above his head, his chest being strapped to the bed, and the final humiliation, his legs being spread wide and strapped into the stirrups. Pacing around him, Lady Rynn pressed a button on a remote attached to the bed, forcing his ass high into the air, making him accessible from all angles. Andrew felt humiliated, spread wide for whoever cared to look at him.

Moving between his legs, Lady Rynn pulled a trolley near, snapping on a fresh pair of gloves, started to probe his ass, moving her finger in and out, invoking moans of pain and pleasure from the immobile patient. Reaching for her trolley she picked up a metal pole, it was thick with a bulbous tip, gently forcing it into his lubed hole, invoking another moan of pleasure mixed with pain. As it slipped in slowly, Andrew groaned happily. But all too soon his pleasure was taken away. Yanking the implement out leaving him void, she replaced it with heavy cold metal balls, slipping three in with little effort and following them up with another two. By now the feeling was on the verge of pain for Andrew, filled with metal balls, moving, hitting each other, vibrating slowly whenever his Lady pressed her remote. She topped it up with a butt plug, Andrew felt forced to gasp for air, between his full up ass and hard, throbbing cock everywhere below his abdomen ached. Something which, again, Lady Rynn seemed to guess at, and gave him his answer. As usual it wasn ' t going to be easy for him.

Undoing his restraints, forcefully yanking him to his feet via his hair, now tingling from the constant abuse, walking ached. Luckily Andrew only had to walk downstairs and into one of the rooms that only earlier was locked. The pleasurable ache in his abdomen and groin moaned at him each time he took a step. Inside the room seemed to be nothing, it was a large sized room, four very big screens covered the walls which flickered on as Andrew entered, before he could see what was on them, she spoke.

"Now listen slut, don't think I haven ' t seen you walking round all hard, all day. Time for a little release for you, I think...." she paused, fondling her whip provocatively "soon porn will flicker on all the TV screens, men and women will be sucked, and fucked. And you will wank, you'll be surrounded by porn, and maybe a few other surprises. Understand so far?"

"Yes, My Lady."

"Good, but there's a catch, you can't come, for a full hour. If you come you will be punished further, if you don't you'll be allowed to come."

"Yes, I understand My Lady." Andrew took a careful grip on his throbbing shaft, had it not been for his cock ring, the sheer touch of his hand would have sent him over the edge. He began to slowly pull back his foreskin, listening to the gentile moans of the sluts surrounding him on the big screens, and as promised hundreds of porn mags open to pages full of women showing themselves off, spread around him. Sighing as waves of pleasure enveloped him, subconsciously hearing the ticking clock in the background, and his Lady occasionally telling him how many minutes of his agonising hour remained.

"Fifteen minutes passed slut." As he looked to his Lady to acknowledge what she had said he gasped, seeing her playing with her soft folds, covering her lucky fingers in juices. He stepped up to him, smeared the juices over his lips Andrew lapped at them eagerly, the taste was like nothing he'd ever tasted before, it was to musky but sweet, with a smell that flung him into flurries of pleasure. She yanked off his cock ring, roughly, again the sheer touch of her nearly sent him into orgasm.

"Thirty-five minutes gone, slave." By now, Andrew had stopped himself coming several times, his balls were begging for release, slowly betraying him, his own body was using his hand against him, the sluts on the screens were screaming in orgasm, soon joined by his Lady as she shook with the waves of orgasm, as Andrew watched, her juices flowed freely from her cunt, soaking her fingers, as streams began to slowly escape she walked over, stood over his face and said....

"Lick me, slut." Without hesitation, Andrew began to suck at the nectar escaping from between his Lady's legs, savouring her exquisite taste, letting to flow over his tongue and down his throat, feeling his erection throb in his curled fingers. Her moans were like pure music to his ears knowing that he was bringing her even just the slightest piece of pleasure turned him on even more, the ticking clock was now just another noise blended with the TV screens hidden in the distance. The harder he licked the more she moaned, moving onto his knees for more height he felt the balls in his ass buzz softly, pushing against the butt plug and his insides, making him gasp in ecstasy.

As Lady Rynn was brought to yet another shuddering climax, out-screaming all the sluts on the screens, Andrew's cock, still painfully throbbing nearly emptied its load, he quickly bent over moaning in pain as his body punished him for the constant torment of building himself up only to deny himself, again. Going back to stroking Andrew gently closed his eyes, bit his lip hard, trying not to think dirty thoughts but not wanting to lose his erection. He slipped his head back, still sitting on his knees, he spread them, allowing his balls more room.

"Fifty-five minutes gone," she said in a ragged tone, still coming down from orgasm no doubt, "five more minutes to go, are you going to make it, slut?" Andrew brought himself steadily back to reality, tasting blood where he had bitten his lip. He looked to his mistress, sat, watching him intently her head bent to one side, looking for a reply to her question.

"I-I don't know My Lady." Came his weak, stuttered reply. His hand was working his cock slowly, speeding up occasionally the clock had now become a constant reminder of his punishment, ticking away seconds painfully. Fifty-six, fifty-seven minutes gone, moaning he closed his eyes trying to concentrate on the blood on his lips as images of his Lady raced through his head. Fifty-eight minutes gone, his breathing was ragged coming in short sharp gasps as the heat within him rose, consuming him. Fifty-nine minutes gone, Andrew was now openly groaning at the pain in his abdomen, the clock counted away the seconds, be began to count them in his head, trying desperately to go the whole hour.

Roughly forty two seconds into the final minute he spilled his seed unable to resist any longer, he splashed his chest, his knees and the glossy pages surrounding him. His orgasm was so strong he didn ' t realise he was holding his breath, his eyes screwed shut his entire body held taught. As he finished the buzzer on the faraway clock went off, screaming at him, he knew he had disobeyed her, and that he would soon suffer. But she seemed to let him calm down, let his breathing return to a state of normality, his softening cock now only oozed where seconds before it had squirted with such vigour that pages far in front of him had been soaked in his hot come.

He slowly opened his eyes, licking the remainder of blood from his cut lip, searching for his Lady, who was behind him, fixing his dog collar and chain back on, dragging him and forcing him back onto his hands and knees, heading for the door. Andrew could only guess at what was next as he looked one last time around the room, noting the TVs were off and all the magazines were gone. He hung his head, and crawled close to his Lady's leg feeling her warmth, glad to be where he belonged. As her slut, her slave.

Of course, it was back to the dungeon for Andrew, and straight into the rack for questioning.

"So, slave. Tell me, have you ever been dominated before?" Came her first question, so much for starting at the beginning it seemed Lady Rynn enjoyed jumping in at the deep end.

"N-no, My Lady, I was tied to the bed once, but nothing serious." Andrew whimpered in reply, unable to look up past her full red lips.

"How long have you felt this way?" She began to twist the cogs, pulling his limbs apart, he felt a gentle pull on his semi-hard cock, pulling that away from his body, he grimaced slightly and continued.

"W-well, I think it started when I was young. I remember playing cowboys and Indians in the nearby woods, I was an Indian, and when my team turned against me, tying me up to a tree I remember a lady ordered the cowboys to untie me, I remember looking at her and had nothing but respect for her. The way she stood, her tone of voice they way she commanded so solidly, so full of authority...." he seemed lost in a trance somewhere remembering that day.

"Were you a happy child?" The cogs turned achingly again.

"Not really, I spent most of my childhood alone or getting bullied." He winced, again the pain was becoming a constant ache.

Tired with the questioning, and judging by the look on her face, the questions had provoked some feelings inside Lady Rynn that she was desperate to conceal, hidden deep within her. Angrily she tugged the cogs hard, Andrew screamed feeling his limbs on the verge of popping from their sockets, his now hard cock pulled tightly from his body, she seemed to be lost somewhere in her mind, even as his screams turned to sobs and gasps for breath she seemed not to notice, but she had stopped turning the cogs, pacing away from the rack and from his concerned-pained look. Andrew was forced to concentrate solely on the pain, crying out he tried to struggle which brought nothing but more pain, the only relief he obtained was when he thrust up with this hips, only an inch as that was all his restraints would allow but it eased the pull on his tormented member.

Sometime later when Andrew had begin to feel faint from the pain, Lady Rynn returned, all look of her previous pain had disappeared, gently she let him down, his body fell limp into her arms, exhausted from straining his muscles. Gently she cradled him, close to her chest, he could scarcely keep his eyes open and felt himself sigh softly as she gently rocked him. He woke up to find them in a room he had not been in before, the room was similar to the one he had stayed already. The room was decorated in red and black, the huge bed in which they lay tangled together in had the same black and red silk sheets, which caressed his naked skin with cool, soft kisses. He looked down and noted how his hair tumbled over his Lady's face, his arms were around her holding her close to his chest, she made no noise as she slept and only the gentile ride and fall of her chest suggested she was still alive. Looking at her eyes Andrew noted how her long dark lashes rested peacefully on her milky cheeks, her complexion was soft her luscious red lips were slightly parted, one arm lay buried beneath her head, the other, its fingers entwined with Andrew's. The soft silk sheets that caressed her skin had slipped down, revealing the valley between her breasts Andrew longed to touch them, and with each gentile breath she took the covers seemed to slip father down.

Gently he moved the hair from her face, she stirred smiling, and he continued to kiss her softly on the head, gently caressing her soft skin. It felt like velvet on his fingertips, he moved them softly over her eyelids and her perfect nose, over her full lips invoking an appearance from her tongue, which lapped and danced gently over his fingertip. Slowly but surely his kisses reached her mouth, biting gently on her lips, teasing them, she slowly stirred fluttering her eyelashes as light streamed in. Clearly pleased with what she saw she returned the gentile kiss, biting on Andrew's injured lip, making him moan softly. Lady Rynn moved position so she was now cradled in his chest, breathing in his strong masculine smell, still kissing him she brought up her hands and allowed them to roam, and scratch his chest, tiny moans escaped him mid-kiss. She reached his nipples and pulled them taught, by now his hands had roamed over her collarbone and were heading down for her pert breasts, her nipples were hard and a feeling of damp was invading her sex. As his hands gently cupped her breasts and their kisses became more and more frantic Lady Rynn began to move on top of him, straddling his legs which he bent up behind her. They could both feel his hard cock and her wet pussy grinding against each other as their kisses had become intense bites at soft tender flesh. Neither could stand the temptation any longer and Lady Rynn slipped Andrew's rock hard cock inside her dripping pussy.

They both moaned simultaneously, his cock felt amazing in her pussy as it spread wide her soft walls. Lady Rynn began to move up and down, slowly at first but with not intention of turning this into making love, but how is was supposed to be, rough, nasty sex. As she built up a momentum, thrusting herself on his cock, sending him into spasms of pleasure she started to scratch and slap his naked chest making him moan and writhe, the pain mixing with the pleasure, his cock was now throbbing inside him and the thanked her for the honour.

"Mmmm, Lady Rynn, thank you for giving this slut the pleasure of feeling you on his hard cock." He moaned to her, and like music to her ears she laughed, continuing to fuck him, slap scratch and bite him. Their groans bounced off the castle walls, coming back to them twofold, Lady Rynn rode her slut's cock with such vigour and enthusiasm that she came several times, screaming in ecstasy each time she rid, raking at his skin which was by now, burning through big red scratches and bite marks and pleasure. Before long he began to come, filling her hole with his hot spunk, her pussy clenched around him and milked him dry. They both fell, exhausted into a happy sweaty pile before falling into a deep sleep once more.

The following morning, or at least Andrew assumed it was morning, daylight streamed through the huge window, coming round slowly he saw he was chained to the floor by his feet in the room that he first stayed in, the bed had been moved to the opposite wall leaving a big space of floor sufficient enough to let him reach the table set up with his breakfast, but no further. He hauled his aching body to the table and munched hungrily on the food, there was toast and some bacon, a banana , and of course a huge mug of steaming coffee which he left till last. Just as he took the last mouthful, she walked in, Andrew looked up at her she was wearing a very tight suit, a white shirt the first few buttons were open revealing her black bra, a tight, a too short skirt which teased the tops of her thighs gracefully, showing off her white hold up stockings and high, slutty court shoes. Gasping as she threw some clothes at him and quickly undid his ties.

"Glad you're up, get washed and dressed, slut time for school!" And with that she disappeared again, Andrew gently rubbed his ankles where they had been chained and got up to head for the bathroom. Inspecting his reflection he decided to shave, carefully so as not to nick himself before easing his aching muscles into the steaming hot shower. Letting the water pour over him Andrew wondered what was in store for him today, running his hands through his long hair and washing his bruised, aching skin thoroughly, knowing any dirt would drive her insane. He washed his hair gently, looking down intently at his growing cock. Stepping out of the shower he dried himself off looking for the first time at his 'uniform'. It consisted of two hair bands, a white shirt, a black tie, a short black skirt, a black thong and suspender belt which, he assumed would connect with the black, lace top stockings. Sighing he began by separating his long hair into two parts and fixing them into place with the bobbles. Next he pulled on the thong, feeling the soft material fit snugly between his ass cheeks, followed by the suspender belt which took a little figuring out for him, Andrew enjoyed the feeling of the stockings on his legs, pulling them up and fixing them into place with the suspender belt. Next came the shirt, he left one button open, feeling sure it would please his Lady to know what a slut he was, tying his tie in place he finished the outfit off with the skirt that barely covered his ass.

Tottering on the slippery stockings he left the steamy bathroom, assuming the 'school' would be downstairs, he was right as he was drawn to the sound of chalk on a blackboard. He entered one of the rooms that was locked the other day and saw it to be a class room, at the front a huge blackboard was attached to the wall and his Lady was drawing an in depth diagram of a couple having sex. She turned as he entered.

"Oh, you're late slut! get to the back of the class! NOW!" She yelled, jarring him into action, he moved to the back, slipping behind the top-opening desk, a piece of paper and pencil sat on the top. He also noted two other boys in the room one sat on either side, they did not seem to notice him, or notice that he was dressed like a girl. As he looked back to the front, he saw Lady Rynn had turned to face the class.

"Ok sluts, get ready for your test, turn your pages over and start you have an hour. You may begin." Andrew flipped over his paper seeing the questions were on sex, a multiple choice test. Picking up his pencil he began to chew its end as he pondered the first question. Ouch! he felt the sharp smack of her cane, forcing him to sit up straight, "take that OUT of your mouth it is not there to chew, it is there to take the test." She warned him, sniggers came from the other two boys, making him blush in embarrassment. He stopped chewing and marked the first answer.

Eventually, after his Lady had paced up and down a few times, whipping him on his back to correct his posture as she went, he was informed his time was through and they were going to watch a film. Behind him there was two rows of tables, the back ones higher than the first, taking a seat, as directed on the higher table, resting his feet on the tables below he was soon joined by the other two who sat close, trapping him between them. Lady Rynn turned on the DVD player, ensuring to bend over, showing off her thong. This evoked whistles from the two boys sat around him, Andrew, too shy to join in, sat quiet sneaking only sly looks at his beautiful Lady. The DVD was porn come documentary, turning the three of them on pretty quickly after its start, the two boys soon had their cocks out, rubbing them, grunting like animals. It wasn't long before they noticed him and began to turn their attentions to him.

It started with a few sultry glances, then two hands on his knees, he looked longingly at his Lady, but she sat, engrossed in the screen. The hands moved up, taking his skirt with it, revealing his thong, and hard cock beneath it, this made the two boys groan in pleasure, one soon had his hand down Andrew's thong, toying with his shaft, making him moan. The other, sat on his knees and forced his hard cock into Andrew's mouth, unsure what to do he coughed and choked on the invading organ. Soon, as he became used to it, he figured the best thing to do was suck, to help him come and get the whole humiliating situation over, but things were to beg worse as the other boy was lifting Andrew to his knees, forcing him on all fours. Feeling his thong being shoved to one side and lube being spread between his ass cheeks Andrew could guess what was coming, and he was right. As the boy behind rammed his cock into Andrew's tight ass he was skewered by cock, as one pushed he was forced harder onto the other. This seemed to pleasure the two boys, and Lady Rynn who was informed by the tables banging against each other, and the floor as to what was going on. Andrew looked at her pleadingly, but couldn ' t speak as he was gagged, with cock. She laughed.

"Well well well, looks like the slut couldn't wait to have cock, could he?! You're such a dirty whore, slave. And now look you're being fucked from both directions." She spat, looking disgusted, but secretly pleased, and aroused by his situation. The boy in his mouth suddenly pulled out and came all over Andrew's face, shortly followed by the boy in his ass who came deep inside him, filling him with hot come before slapping his ass and leaving, with the other boy. Going back to wherever they came from.

Andrew wiped the tears from his eyes at being choked by cock, he tried his best to rearrange himself, but the come soon ran out of his abused ass and soaked his thong. His Lady grabbed him by his hair, and started to drag him out of the room.

"Sluts need to be cleaned, slave. You're a dirty slut, time to clean you and your filthy ass up!" She laughed pulling on his hair hard.

"Yes my lady," Andrew sniffed knowing what was coming next.

Soon after, in the huge bathroom come hospital ward Lady Rynn had Andrew bent over a surface near the sink administering an enema in his tender ass, he gripped the cold marble in agony, biting his lip to try and take his mind off the pain. As the warm blood passed over his tongue he felt the pipe taken from his ass, his bowels growled from the feeling. Gripping tightly he tried to hold every drop inside, knowing that was what his Lady wanted, sitting back on the toilet seat she began to smile at him, he was unable to gage exactly what was behind that smile and wondered what she was thinking. He tried to smile back but the pain in his ass throbbed, in time with his racing heartbeat from the look she was giving him. Making him feel the familiar rousing in his abdomen.

Much later as Andrew was feeling dizzy from clenching his muscles, she stood up, moved behind him, placed her hand on his back, leaning into his ear she told him.

"Slave, you've been a good boy, a very good boy. Time for a treat," the last bit she said dirtily, gripping his hardening cock. This made him shudder, and almost made him empty his bowels all over the bathroom floor. "Oh and you'd better empty yourself!" she smiled, Andrew didn't need telling, he watched her leave the bathroom, sighing with relief. After he was sure he was done, he straightened himself out and went looking for her, his first guess being the dungeon, and he was right, she sat, legs crossed on a throne not dissimilar to that which he had sat on himself but without the wooden shaft or restraints and was a black wood, most likely ebony, with silver details. She beckoned him over, standing up to meet him as he approached her.

She pushed him back into the chair just as Poison started to play, loud out of nowhere. Lady Rynn began to move, slowly at first, giving him occasional glances, dancing several steps away. She let the music wash over her body running her hands over her body, from her neck, down her chest, over her black corset down her stomach, stopping at her pussy and moving back up, now she was always looking at him her eyes were piercing. She told him to strip, forming the words through perfect lips, obliging happily Andrew removed all his clothes, letting his prick stand up, she urged him to touch himself with her gentile touch, stepping back to reveal the ribbons holding her trapped in corset, she gently undid them, throwing it to one side, her nipples were hard so she gently teased them some more. Still occasionally running her hands over her, this time, as she did she took the waist band of her skirt with them, shimmying out of the skirt which had the middle panel held on by safety pins which gently clattered as they hit the floor, kicking it away now wearing only a black thong and knee high boots she sainted over to him, pulled him to his feet, dancing close enough to feel her warm breath on his naked chest, to get the occasional touch as she moved down his body, spreading her legs as she went lower and came back up to meet his face again, smiling that smile.

Lady Rynn paced around him, still dancing as the final notes of the song faded out replaced by a barely audible Anything Goes, GnR. Not that either of them paid attention to the music as she backed Andrew hard against the wall and sank down to her knees taking his cock roughly in her mouth tearing a rough moan of pleasure from him. Using the wall for support Lady Rynn continued to suck on his hard shaft using her tongue bar to show him the very edge of his sanity, the peak of sexual dominance and pleasure. Andrew stood rigid, his back pressed against the cool stone feeling himself slip away, a million miles away, further further. Feeling pleasure ebb and flow warmth into him, covering his skin, making him tingle and quiver and shake in sheer ecstasy. He felt her raking his thighs with her nails, pulling his foreskin up and down with the other hand as she sucked harder and faster scraping him gently with her sharp fangs.......fangs?

It was too late to muse anything as Andrew filled her mouth with his hot come, she moved slowly up her body and kissed him, forcing open his lips before letting his still warm come fill his mouth, knowing there was nothing else to do but swallow, he did, grimacing slightly. Lady Rynn continued the soft kiss, enjoying the feel of his soft lips and flesh against her own. She had found herself a gem, and there would be no escape for this one.

Pulling away she smiled at him, not the sexy smile she had given him earlier, but an evil grin, knowing that meant pain or torture of one kind or another. Gripping his hand she led him upstairs to a bedroom, inside stood a timid looking girl, who was quite gaunt and blonde. He turned to his Lady looking for guidance an explanation, she clocked his look and in response told him. "Were going to play a little game, slave, I'm sure you're aware of the game Simon Says?" Andrew nodded, "well, basically, this is Lady Rynn says, you do what I say only when I say Lady Rynn says." Again, he nodded in understanding. Following his Lady to stand next to the girl.

"Ok slave, Lady Rynn says kiss me." Happy to oblige Andrew planted a gentile kiss on his Lady's cheek.

"Lady Rynn says kiss her." She nodded in the girl's direction, Andrew stepped up to her and planted an embarrassed peck on the girl's cheek.

"No, on the lips!" Without thinking he repeated the kiss on her lips, and was instantly repaid with a sharp smack from his Lady's riding crop, he yelled out in pain "I didn ' t say Lady Rynn says, stupid slave!" He hung his head in shame.

"Lady Rynn says kiss her passionately." Andrew stepped up to her, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her once passionately, roughly then let go.

"Good slave, now kiss me passionately." He paused for a second, unsure as she hadn't said the magic words. Then shook his head slowly, no. "What?" she asked, "don't you want to kiss your Lady?" Andrew opened his mouth to reply.

"Y-yes My Lady, more than anything else, but you di..... you didn't say Lady Rynn says."

"Very well, Lady Rynn says, kiss me passionately." Andrew did not hesitate, stepped up to his lady and kissed her long, deep and enthusiastically, when he pulled away he blushed thankful for the honour of tasting his Lady.

"Mmmm," she said, licking her lips, "now Lady Rynn says take off her clothes." Emphasising her while nodding in the direction of the girl who whimpered as Andrew timidly took off her clothes careful not to took at her slim body, preferring his curvy Lady to the pale staved looking girl who stood staring at him, as if she wanted him. While Andrew stepped back, and looked to his Lady for guidance she stepped forward, spread her long thin fingers on Andrew's chest, startling him, he took a step back his gaze on her face.

Lady Rynn looked at the girl as she stepped in on her territory, but stood back to see if her slave would give in to the girl's advances or if he would turn her away. Andrew tried to prise her hands off him, looking almost repulsed by her touch, taking a step back and looking in the direction of his Lady for guidance, wanting out of this situation and this girls clutches. Lady Rynn glanced back and him and he knew this was a test. He bit his lip unsure of what his Lady wanted from this, he knew he did not want to touch any other apart from his Lady, but perhaps if he didn't allow the girls advances his Lady would be angered that she had gone to the trouble to get the girl here, for him. But her touch had him repulsed there was no way he could fake being turned on by her.

The girl had by now gripped his face and was trying to kiss him, hard on his lips, anger rose in him at her obvious desperation, and as he looked to his Lady the briefest look of fury covered her sensual features, he turned back to the girl and pushed her off hard, but she was not so easily broken, crawling back to him she tried to grab his cock, Andrew's reflexes forced him to jump back smacking his back hard on the wall behind him. He groaned as she lunged for him a third time accidentally snapping his head back against the wall. Again, he groaned dizzy from the bang to his head, she took her chance and started sucking him off, from no where came his rage, he stood up despite being still light headed, took her forcefully by the forearm and told her sternly.

"Get off me, I don't like you, I don't want you." He looked down admitting something he had been dying to say for some time. "I want My Lady Rynn." With that she seemed to get the hint, gathering together her clothes she ran from the room. Lady Rynn turned back to face a very shy looking Andrew who dropped to his knees ready to serve.

"Well, so you want me do you, slave?" before she gave him the opportunity to answer, she continued, "that's all well and good, but you have no rights to me, yet, and you disobeyed me during that game, and now you have to be punished. Andrew nodded solemnly, and asked, his eyes still fixed to the floor in front of him.

"W-what are you going to do to me, My Lady?"

"Why, slave, you're going to the maze of course." Her smile was that of pure, tormented evil, it made him shake from the depths of his soul. What the hell was the maze?

Part two, Releasing The Slave Within : The Maze, coming soon.