Anthony moved closer to her naked body. She did not open her eyes, even though he knew she had to be aware of his presence. She would be expecting Thomas, so Anthony did not speak. He moved to the table and found a blindfold. Moving closer he slipped it over her eyes, effectively keeping her in the dark.
She hung there silently, not a muscle in her body moving. It was as if she had left her body and moved her mind somewhere else. Anthony picked up a riding crop and ran the soft leather over her breast. He was rewarded when a soft moan escaped her lips. The crop trailed down her belly and over her legs down her calf and back up her inner thigh. Anthony could see the beads of sweat pop on her skin as the leather stroked her flesh.
Turning the crop over in his hand, he guided the handle between her legs. She was spread-eagle and hung tightly against the wall, so access was easy. He pushed the leather grip into her folds, coating it with her honey as he slid it inside her pussy.
Moving slowly, he fucked her pussy with the leather-laced handle. Her body responded, muscles grabbing on each upward push. Moans escaped her throat and her head moved from side to side. Anthony watched her face, waited for the moment when her orgasm started. When her lips opened to scream for release, he pulled the crop from between her legs and lifted the blindfold off her eyes.
“You are such a delightful slut, Milady.”
“Anthony!” Elizabeth's voice dripped with surprise.
“You were expecting someone else, love?”
“You know damn well I thought it was Wolfe using that crop on me.”
Anthony laughed. “And you know damn well he would not be fucking you with it my lovely lady. His plan is to beat you with it.”
“You will not allow that, Anthony,” she implored. “Wolfe needs to punish me for disrespecting him, but a beating is not in order.”
“I will do nothing to stop him, Elizabeth. You wanted this; you will have to take him as he is. I told you he would demand a collar around your pretty neck. You did not listen to me. Now you have pushed him beyond my control. I have agreed to allow the punishment to start after I have some time with you.”
“Milord, you cannot do this. I am still a free woman. I cannot be forced to submit to collaring.”
“That is true. And if he tries to force his collar on you, I will stop him. However, there are many ways for him to convince you to accept his rule, to accept submission to him. I will not interfere with his efforts on this matter.”
A tear escaped her eye. “Anthony, please, you know I want him. I think I might even love him. Do you really think I could ever stay with him if he beats me?”
Anthony moved to wipe the tear from her cheek, his lips moving to cover hers in a deep kiss, his hands moving between her legs to delve into her moisture, stroking her clit as his lips sucked her tongue into his mouth. His finger slid between her lips and pushed up against her G-spot.
Her body responded to his touch, her lips devoured his, and yet her mind was not there, her soul was not there. He used his fingers to fuck her to orgasm, rubbing her clit and G-spot until hot cum exploded from deep inside her. Screams bounced off the dungeon walls as wave after wave of cum flowed from inside her.
Using only his fingers and lips, Hart continued to release orgasm upon orgasm until her body slumped in the chains. Her eyes were closed in exhaustion, her skin was coated in sweat, and the smell of sex surrounded her, as Anthony gave her body a final wistful look.
Moving away from her at last, he spoke softly, “Do not fight him too long, Milady. He has the power to make your body sing with pleasure or sting with pain. The choice is yours.” Anthony looked into her smoldering eyes. “I will always love you, Milady,” he declared as he once again pushed the button on the transport keypad, taking him back to the great hall.
Chapter 8
The hour was late and the only person remaining in the hall was Thomas Wolfe. He was sitting at a table, his slave Chantelle at his feet. She was naked, kneeling with her ass in the air, Wolfe's handprint visible on the soft skin. Her sobs were audible in the empty hall as she begged for mercy.
“I will behave, master, I promise,” she pleaded.
Wolfe's hand once again landed a powerful smack on Chantelle's ass. “You will accept this change in my life without question little one. I will have no green-eyed snake making life miserable. Do you understand?” he demanded as his hand once again connected with flesh.
“Yes, master, this girl will behave. I only want to serve and please you.”
“Then get yourself up on this table and make ready to be fucked.”
“Yes, master.” She scrambled to her feet and moved to lie on the table, her back on the hard surface and her legs spread to allow him access.
Having noticed Hart's return, Thomas turned in his direction. “My Lord, I offer you my jakara, her body, her softness, her submission, for your pleasure. You appear to be in need of release.”
Hart bowed at the waist. “You are most kind, Thomas, to offer such a delightful treat. I will be most happy to relieve my cock in her warmth.”
Moving aside to allow Hart to see the welcoming, open leg position of his slave girl, Wolfe placed his hand on Chantelle's breast. “Little one, I am offering the use of your pussy to Milord Hart. You will do everything he asks of you and please him. Do you understand?”
Her head moved up and down in agreement with his instructions. Her eyes moved to Hart's face and she smiled to show her willingness to comply with the command. “Yes, master.”
Giving her nipple a squeeze, Wolfe motioned for Hart to approach and take possession of the slave.
Moving closer, Hart handed Thomas the keypad and took possession of the chain attached to Chantelle's collar. In a low voice he spoke, “Take care you do not give me reason to regret this decision, Wolfe.”
Nodding his head, Thomas replied, “I will love her with all my heart.” Having said everything he need say, Thomas slowly walked out of the great hall to leave Hart and Chantelle to continue without him.
Chapter 9
Anthony stood at the end of the table, Wolfe's jakara laid out before him like a tempting meal. After the two hours he'd spent in the dungeon, bringing Elizabeth to orgasm with his fingers, he needed to feel his cock slamming in and out of a hot pussy. “Are you wet and ready?”
“Yes, Sir, this girl is wet and awaiting your command.”
Quickly releasing the buttons on his tunic, he divested himself of it, then reaching inside the opening of his pants, he moved his swollen rod into view. Standing between her wide spread legs, he pulled her vagina open and slid his cock deep. “I'm going to fuck you until dawn,” he stated. “You will scream with release and do as you are told.”
“Yes, Milord, I will do as you command.”
He could hear the satisfaction in her voice, knowing he was giving her pleasure as he pumped his cock in and out of her depth. He could smell her sweetness and feel her wetness on his skin. “I want you to use your hands to hold your breasts together for me,” he commanded. When she complied, he lowered his mouth and took both nipples between his lips and sucked.
“Oh, God, yes. Suck them harder, please.”
He did as she requested, sucking her nipples into his mouth and holding them tight. His rod slammed hard in and out of her pussy, as her muscles grabbed his cock on each backward stroke. Her hands held her breasts together so he could suck both nipples at once.
“Oh, Anthony, fuck me. Make me cum. Please, make my honey flow.”
Not surprised by this change from the submissive tones of a slave to the demanding tones of a woman, Hart realized she was no longer able to be other than she was. At that moment, she was a woman, close to orgasm and in need of release. This was the instant when slave and woman became one, when he as a man could take pleasure in making her lose control of the tightly held belief she was submissive.
“Fuck my pussy,” she demanded. “Make me cum.”
He happily did as the woman told him. His cock thrust in and ou
t of her hot wet sleeve, pumping so hard he drove to the very back of her vagina. Her screams filled the air around him as hot fluid flowed from deep within her, pouring in waves over his cock, as he continued to drive in and out. Again and again, his fingers rubbed her clit until she was writhing on the table. Deep moans emitted from her chest, his cock never slowing to allow her muscles to relax or her body to recover from the pulsing contractions coursing through her pussy.
“Stop, oh God, stop!” she pleaded with him.
“You dare to issue a command to me?”
Her eyes shot open and he read the fear there. “Na…no, Milord,” she stuttered. “This insignificant girl would never dare to issue a command. This girl will submit to whatever you wish. Please, Milord, I would never issue a command.”
Her eyes filling with tears as she begged brought a smile to his lips. “Fear not little one, for I only tease you. Truth be told, I prefer a woman to a slave. You will continue to allow your body to control your voice until such time as I am done fucking you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Milord.”
Anthony was pleased to see her relax back onto the table and once again move her hips in time to his thrusts.
Chapter 10
Wolfe walked out of the great hall and into the open courtyard. He stood there completely alone. Total silence surrounded him, as his mind attempted to determine his next course of action. His body ached with need and an overwhelming desire to reach the dungeon and partake of the pleasures awaiting him there. His mind wanted to turn back the hands on the clock and return to a moment three days ago, a moment before this mess had started. He'd known she would reject collaring, known it would turn ugly, so why had he pushed her so soon?
“Damn!” he said to no one. “Take back control, you idiot, and make the lady yours.”
Those words spoken aloud to the empty air seemed to bring him out of the trance he was in. Deciding the lady could await his pleasure a while longer, he headed down the stairs. Taking the steps two at a time, he descended to the yard and turned for the stables.
Moments later, a white stallion broke from the corral at a dead run, its rider laying low over the saddle as man and beast thundered out the gates into the valley below. The darkness swallowed them, as they raced for the dunes on the other side of the valley and the pounding surf which lay beyond.
Arriving at the incoming tide, Wolfe pulled up on the reins and slowed to a steady gait. Riding the lip where ocean met sand, he traveled several miles before halting the horse and dismounting. Letting the horse move further up the beach, Thomas stood at the water's edge looking out into the blackness of night. His mind was crowded with mixed feelings, all struggling to surface.
Why had he even started this, gone along with the idea of an alternate reality? His old life, the one before the secrecy of the palace had not been so terrible. He had made good money, invested wisely, and was able to retire to a more peaceful existence at an early age. He could be living it up on a beach in Mexico, or enjoying the slow pace of the Florida Keys. Instead, here he was living day and night at the palace.
He'd been introduced to Anthony Hart over two years ago and after only a few hours they discovered their beliefs were similar. Both had a desire to experience the pleasure of having a submissive woman in their bed. Hart told him of his plans to build the palace. It all seemed so easy. Find a group of men and women who believed in a simpler time, an age when men ruled with an iron fist and women wanted to be cared for, controlled, and dominated.
It had taken several months to find others willing to give up the modern way of life and embrace a new existence. They'd built a community to be proud of and yet, Thomas felt his role as dominant unfulfilling. He wanted a woman to share his life, a woman to be his partner. Oh God! He realized the truth: he wanted a wife.
Turning quickly away from the water, he whistled for his horse. Walking swiftly up the beach to meet the animal's return, Wolfe lifted his foot into the stirrup. Pulling himself into the saddle, he dug his heels into the soft flesh of the horse's side and turned its head in the direction of Castle Hart.
Chapter 11
Elizabeth's body was slowly returning to normal. The orgasms left her breathless, her skin tingling from head to toe. Anthony knew where to touch her, how to make her G-spot throb. His fingers worked magic on her clit and the endless waves of orgasms he wrought from deep inside her could overwhelm her senses at times.
Why was it so impossible for her to want him as much as he wanted her? Why did she have to want someone like Wolfe? As her body slowly relaxed, she became aware of her surroundings again. How long had she been here? Why hadn't Wolfe come to mete out his punishment?
Her mind was suddenly alert as she tried to figure out if anyone would notice her absence. Anthony had made it clear he would not step in unless Wolfe tried to force her. He had not said anything about coming to her rescue if Thomas chose to let her hang here in the dungeon for days.
The panic had begun to set in. Her body started shaking with fear and she closed her eyes to take a deep calming breath. Getting a grip on her fear, she sensed his presence close to her body and opened her eyes to find him standing there. His eyes were set hard in his face as he stared at her naked body. His body was only inches from touching hers.
She could smell the sweat and horse on him and her anger returned. “By what right do you send me to this hellhole while you go off riding your fucking horse? I demand you release me at once.”
“I will only say this once, lady. Shut your beautiful mouth, as I have no interest in hearing anything you have to say unless 'tis a declaration of your submission to me.”
“You, Sir, are a brute and I will not remain here and be subjected to your abuse any longer.”
Taking her chin in his hand, Thomas leaned close to her face and in a deep, barely controlled voice responded, “You have pushed me too far, lady, and for that you will pay dearly.”
Elizabeth was taken aback by the tone of his voice and the implication of his words. She looked into his eyes for the first time and what she saw there caused overwhelming panic to race across her mind. Her voice shaking, she nonetheless tried to sound calm. “I demand you release me and send me back to the hall.”
“Do not fear, Milady, I will release you. Although it will definitely not be tonight, nor do I think it will be tomorrow, and most likely not the next day either. However, you can trust that when I'm finished, when I no longer need to fuck your beautiful body, I will send you back to the great hall.”
Reaching toward the objects laying on the table beside him, Thomas picked up a ball gag. Moving to stand in front of Elizabeth, he commanded, “Open your mouth.”
“Like h…,” she started to say. However, once her lips opened, Thomas pushed the ball between her teeth, pulled the strap around her head and buckled it in place. At last, he had silenced the lady.
Chapter 12
Chantelle never realized she issued commands during climax. Why has Thomas never whipped me for such a great transgression? No slave could ever order her master to do anything, and yet it seemed as if the height of release made her lose control of her submissive nature.
She was still lying naked on the table as Lord Hart massaged her breasts. Her pussy no longer pulsed from orgasm and she felt wonderfully satisfied. When Wolfe first told her of his plan to offer her to the Lord Hart, she'd been afraid. It was customary for masters to offer the use of a jakara to friends and fellow knights. However, this was the first time in the six months she'd known Thomas that he'd offered her to anyone.
Looking up at Anthony's face, she noticed a smile lighting the corners of his lips. He seemed deep in thought and she was reluctant to speak. Besides, the massage of her breasts felt wonderful and her pussy had finally stopped pulsing from the last climax. Actually, she was ready to feel his cock hitting deep and wondered if she should push things by requesting he join her in nakedness. Looking at the smile on his face, she decided to take a chance. “Milord, may this
girl help you remove your clothing?”
“You may, my dear, once we reach my chamber. I believe it will take me several days to discover all the delights your body has to offer, and it will be more comfortable there.”
Chantelle was taken aback by this remark. She had never expected to spend days with Lord Hart. “Forgive me my Lord, are you sure my master will not mind if I am missing for several days?”
“Fuck your master and what he wants. You were given to me as a gift and I plan to use you until such time as I'm done. Besides, I believe once Wolfe returns from the dungeon, he will no longer have use for a jakara. Even one as beautiful as you, my dear.”
Tears started forming in the corners of Chantelle's eyes at these harsh words. Thomas Wolfe was a knight and a slave owner. He would never give that up for a woman. That is what Lord Hart meant by his remarks, she was sure of it. “You are wrong, sir,” she cried. “Thomas will never release the chain that binds me to him. He may take other slaves but I will always be his first and his favorite.”
“Believe that if you must, little one. Time will tell and I will be proven right. Do not fear though. As long as you please me, I will keep you at my side. You will be first lady of the great hall, sit at my right side during feast and share my bed. I may offer your body to others from time to time, as is my right. However, you will no longer be naked before all men.”
Tears were streaming down Chantelle's cheeks unchecked. “You know I have no right to listen to these words, Milord. My master's collar still rests on my neck. The chain that binds me to his body has only been temporarily removed. You have no right to speak to me of these things.”
The slap, landing on the side of her face, took her by surprise. The force of it sent her falling sideways off the table. “Do not tell me what I may and may not speak of in your presence. I am lord and commander of this palace and I will fight to the death anyone who dares to challenge me.”
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