by Reeva Days
The one word barely crept out of her throat. Confused, angry, ashamed, it was the only word that came to mind. “Why?”
“To punish you for being the spy that you are. But no, that is not the end of your punishment, Lady. I have taken a special interest in you myself. You shall serve me and no other in ways you can’t even imagine.”
Her vaginal lips swelled at his words and she hated herself for it. Dessa muttered under her breath. “What could be worse than this?”
“Losing me after succumbing to me.” The cape came up on either side of her, shielding them both from the eyes of the council members. “Look at me.” He slowly parted her slippery vaginal lips with his knowing fingers. She gasped again. “Don’t flinch, don’t move, don’t breath, don’t talk. You have no voice. I am your voice . . .” He moved his mouth to her ear. “. . . I hold your life in my hands.” He slowly parted her petals with nimble fingers. Her legs quivered. She feared she could no longer hold herself up. Dessa collapsed as Sorcerer caught her.
Dessa awakened, but feigned sleep as Sorcerer carried her up a spiral staircase. Her head on his shoulder, she was fully aroused by the intimate closeness of Sorcerer. His particular smelled intoxicated her. She was naked except for her long, red hair, which covered nearly her entire small frame. She felt small in his capable embrace. Her petals were slick and swollen with longing for her captor. She wasn’t in quite such a hurry to get home now. Now she wanted to stay and explore the fate Sorcerer had imposed on her. His captive. She’d been married before and had equated the experience with slavery, but this was different and divine, and something she was totally willing to participate in and explore. To her, this was more than hungering for flesh. His eminent conquest of her through whatever means was a thought that intoxicated her mind and made her body succumb. He should never know her true feelings.
He gently laid her down on the same bed she had awakened in earlier. Sorcerer stood in front of the fire with his back to her as he stripped. Unbeknownst to him, she inspected every male inch of him. He seemed lost in thought as he slowly removed his clothes. With his back to her still, he sat on the edge of the bed, facing the fireplace. He groaned as he touched himself and let out an almost inaudible whisper. “Dessa!” It was a caress across Dessa’s very soul.
Dessa slowly moved off the bed. Seeing her move towards him, he guided her head between his legs. She knelt at his feet and the musky smell of him intoxicated her. The tip of his cock bulged in her hands as he looked down at her through hooded lids. He moaned as she flicked her hot tongue across the shiny tip.
“Say you want me to do this, Sorcerer. Say you want me to suck your beautiful cock.”
He pushed her back gently. “No! You are the slave, not I! You didn’t even ask your king for permission, and you are not allowed to call me by my name! Now you must be punished.” He roughly grabbed Dessa and threw her face down on the edge of the bed. He spread her legs with his powerful hands and lifted her slim hips off the bed. Her long, red hair parted off her back, exposing the most delicious, white flesh he’d ever seen. He slapped her ass, slowly at first and then faster and harder as he saw her backside turn a deep crimson. He drew tears from Dessa’s eyes as well as yells of pleasure. Dessa looked back over her shoulders and saw his monstrous manhood poised for entry. The slapping stopped. Sorcerer rubbed the outside of her lips and grabbed her mons until she squirmed and whimpered under him.
“Silence!”
“Please!”
“Please what?”
She whimpered.
“Please what? Speak up!”
Barely a whisper: “Please you, my lord.”
Sorcerer stopped for a split second. Dessa felt the painful slap of his massive, warm hand on her exposed backside. She cried out and bit the velvet pillow beneath her as he impaled her against the bed. She was pinned flat between his massive frame and the bed. He spread her wide and she knew nothing but the cock that filled her as he impaled her over and over again. Her vaginal lips engorged as he rode her. She tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but he was truly the Master as he rode her on his terms. He filled her mind, her soul and her body. He let up on her enough that she could kneel on all fours. Her swinging breasts were soon fondled as he kept riding her. She was ready to explode. He stopped. He slapped her again on her backside. “Move! Please me!”
Dessa needed no further prodding as she frantically rode his cock. He reached beneath her and twisted her nipples, eliciting more joyous sounds from Dessa’s lips. Now he rode her with a fury, causing her both pain and pleasure with his every movement. He quickly pulled out, turned her over, and impaled her from the top. The smell of her hair intoxicated him and further fueled his desire. She opened herself to him. “Lord!”
“Not good enough!”
“My gOD!”
“Your life . . . is . . . on the line . . . lady!”
“Sir!”
“No!”
“Master!”
* * * * *
Time passed. How much time, she couldn’t guess. A day? A week? A year? It didn’t matter. He had accomplished in whatever time she’d spent with him what he set out to accomplish. She longed to do whatever it was she had to do to remain in his company (just as he’d predicted).
One day they walked the gardens surrounding the castle together. Dessa had accepted her role with no care or knowledge of the passage of time. Slowly, she lost the memories of her former life. She’d forgotten when or why she’d gotten here. In fact, she’d lost all relevance to time and her happiness was living in the immediate present. There was nothing else. There was no one else but hIM. Sorcerer. She sang his name in her mind over and over like a mantra. She was radiantly happy to find what she never knew existed in her world.
Gently, he pulled her in front of him. “Dessa, I shall miss you. The time has come for you to leave me. That was your punishment, remember?”
“What do you mean?” Panic settled into Dessa’s heart. She wanted to stay with Sorcerer forever. As he spoke, she longed to be back in that forest where Sorcerer’s people had first found her so she could start her adventure all over again. She never thought she’d come to feel this way. She was so rebellious at first. And now . . . it all started coming back to her. He had cast a wonderful spell on her. She didn’t care. Tears welled up in Dessa’s eyes as she pleaded her case to Sorcerer.
“You must go back Dessa. It’s not safe for you to stay here. Maybe one day you will understand. Don’t make me hurt you more than I had intended, because as a spy, I was more than willing to punish you. Your punishment was breaking your will to mine and having you rather die than leave my side. I wanted you to suffer at our separation. This is your punishment, Dessa. I’m sorry. But as a sorcerer, I cast my spells, and all spells must run their course. You have to go back, Dessa.”
“No! Let me stay here with you, Sorcerer!” Dessa threw herself at his feet and kissed the hem of his purple lined cape, for never had a man so enslaved her. Hot tears washed over Sorcerer’s feet, baptizing their union further. Unchecked tears slipped from him as well, but she never saw them.
A terrible pain stung Dessa’s brain and claimed every inch of her body. She longed to say the word he most loved to hear out of her lips . . . Master.
“I’m sorry, Dessa! Get up, Dessa. Please get up!”
“I can’t! Pain . . .”
“Dessa, wake up. Dessa!” The voice had changed.
Dessa didn’t recognize where she was at first. She looked down at herself, her clothes, her surroundings and the memories of her former life and self crept on her like morning fog. “Am I dead?”
“Almost. But then again, I can hardly say you were living.”
“Who are you?” The conversation sounded awfully familiar, but she couldn’t place the voice. Dessa opened her eyes to see paramedics around her and a face that now seemed familiar yet she couldn’t place. His dark countenance seemed otherworldly in real time. How strange! She didn’t recognize the handsome face towe
ring over hers.
“Remember me? I’m Wolf. From the chat rooms.”
It all started coming back to her. “What are you doing here, Wolf?” She slowly got up with the help of Wolf. After taking her vitals signs, the paramedics left her in Wolf’s capable hands. They sat around for hours drinking coffee and talking.
“So Wolf, how did you get here? How did you find me?”
“Well, I knew your zip code. You told me it was lightning and you just dropped off and didn’t come back on. I didn’t want to take a chance, so I called 911. I gave them your ISP identity and they looked you up. The rest was simple. Of course 911 wouldn’t give me your address, so I listened on the police emergency channel via the Internet and heard the dispatcher give the address and police code, which of course, I looked up. You almost died, you know.”
“No Wolf, I was reborn to another purpose, I just can’t put my finger on exactly why or how I know that.” Dessa took another sip of her coffee as her eyes bore into Wolf’s. He looked vaguely familiar but couldn’t place the face. A handsome face at that.
Wolf was completely captivated by Dessa. He already knew her somewhat and formed a mental image of what she might look like, but he was never prepared for her delicate beauty. Her red hair caressed the curves of her breasts when she moved or spoke. He was mesmerized. He was used to the voice of her personality from the chat lines, but was not prepared for her physical, seductive voice. He could love this girl. He already knew her somewhat, her past, her failed relationship with that idiot of a boyfriend. He was more than willing to kiss away Dessa’s disappointments.
Wolf’s grin and demeanor so reminded her of someone she couldn’t quite place. She saw her recent memories as if through a heavy gauze. Flashes of conversation, emotions and one particular face haunted her brain.
“What are you thinking of Wolf? You’ve got a funny expression on your face.”
“Oh nothing, I was just thinking how I’d love to make you my love slave and have you adore me. I know I could certainly adore you.”
Why did those words sound so familiar to her? Why did her heart soften when she looked into Wolf’s eyes when he said this? Every conversation she’d had via the chat lines with Wolf came back to her vividly. Through the joking around he had supported her through her worst time. He had offered to be there for her physically as well as emotionally, and many times she’d rejected him. She was not only seeing Wolf for the first time in real life, she was really seeing him for the first time.
It somehow seemed so natural to her as she dropped at his feet and looked up imploringly into his face.
“I could learn to love you as well . . . Master.”
THE END