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.

Releasing the slave within

Part two: The maze, and beyond

By Gemma Jones

Andrew wondered to himself why those two tiny words had him shuddering to his very core, his Lady who had him locked up in her castle, (well he had never once tried to escape) after she had found him, in a near death state with no food, no clean clothes or water being drenched by the pouring rain. But now he kneeled at her feet not yet broken in but ready to serve. Biting his lip he asked the obvious question.

"M-my Lady, what is the maze?"

"Shut up slut, you're about to find out!" Lady Rynn grabbed him tightly by the hair and began to drag him toward the dungeon. She threw him through the door, Andrew fell to his knees facing the archway he had seen the first time he had stumbled across the dungeon that seemed an age ago now. Just then another thought hit him, that arch was also where the tentacles had come from, a feeling of panic washed over him, he looked up at his Lady, before he could protest she began to speak, her words were like pure music to his ears.

"Welcome to the maze, like most other mazes it has twists and turns and dead ends, but in true ME style it also contains a few surprises, you can expect you bump into uneven surfaces, whips, red ants, razor wire and," she paused for effect, "hmmm, tentacles!" Andrew drew in a sharp breath, his eyes wide in terror, intrigue and surprise, there was more. "Did I mention you're in complete darkness?" He shook his head, she continued. "But, dear Slave, you are given one 'life' you may ask at absolutely any point during your time in the maze for the lights to be switched on, and they shall at my command stay lighting your way for 10 seconds, after that you will be plunged into darkness. Oh yes and you have 35 minutes to complete the maze or you'll be locked in all night with whatever…pleasantries you happen to bump into, enjoy!”

Sharply Lady Rynn pushed him through the archway, the darkness surrounded his as the door disappeared behind him, strengthening his other senses Andrew listened, silence rang in his ears. He bit his lip and look a left, gently feeling his way along the uneven stone walls until he felt the wall take a sharp right, following it he walked right into some tightly twisted razor wire. Feeling his hand being torn by the sharp metal he whimpered in pain.

"Slave," Lady Rynn whispered from above his head, he looked up, but couldn't see her, "keep on moving slave the more time you take..." And she was gone. Andrew bit his lip hard trying to concentrate on one pain, and stepped away from the wire reaching timidly out with both hands he felt along both walls. He carefully put one foot in front of the other, he could feel her presence, and when he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck the hairs there prickled.

"M-my Lady?" he stammered, "is that you?" No answer came only a guttural moan.

"Nuuuuuuhhhhhrrrrr!" And Andrew's hands were seized forcing him to his knees in fear, shaking. The thing let his arms go and he made for an escape he barely managed to bring one knee up when his ankle was roughly tugged back, forcing his legs apart, scratching the skin of his knees clean away and forcing a yell of helplessness from his lips. The thing wrapped its fat little fingers around Andrew's slender waist and in one smooth, (and very painful) movement the thing pulled Andrew back onto its huge cock. "Nuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmhhhhhhhp!" it said drawing yet more strength from Andrew's screams of agony.

"My apologies, my dear slave, did I not mention the ogre we have in the maze?” Rynn said from high above, her words barely entered his head; only the pain had that option right now, as it ripped through his body and into his mind threatening to explode. The ogre began to thrust up into Andrew's bowels violating his insides, forcing him to dry retch. Mercifully the ogre was pleased with the feel of Andrew's young ass wrapped tightly around his enormous cock and spilled his languid seed quickly over Andrew's torn ass and his heaving chest as the thing receded into darkness, leaving him gasping for breath in a sweaty heap on the cold, clammy floor.

Andrew began to sob as he felt a hand clasp his own, he tried to pull away thinking instantly the ogre had returned for more, unsatisfied. But the hand stayed, its fingers entwining with his, looking up he saw his Lady kneeling, a slight look of concern flashed over her delicate features and then was gone. She tugged slightly on his hand, gently helping him to his feet, it proved a little too much, too soon and he sagged his used body into her waiting arms, lavishing in the feeling of her soft robes and skin and her gentile perfume. Lady Rynn gently reminded him he had to keep moving and that he still had his ‘life'.

“P-please, My Lady.” He stammered, “may I use it now?” Looking timidly at her face, unable to focus on her intense eyes.

“Why yes of course, my dear slave.” With those words the lights came on, turning to thank his Lady but noting her gone he took it as a hint to continue as somewhere in the distance a clock ticked away the ten seconds as if someone were tugging on the hands of the clock, willing the time away. Andrew's eyes adjusted quickly to the light and he turned as many corners as he could before the clock stopped ticking and once again the maze, and his life were devoid of light.

He had seen enough to reach the next bend and know the only way around was a right, as he took it a sudden whirring sound began, loud and piercing and just as suddenly as it began the source became apparent when whips started beating at Andrew's flesh fast and merciless, unsure of how to stop it he stood still, whimpering and sobbing gently from the lashes that kissed his tender flesh, some bled, the warm blood pooling at his feet. They appeared to be motion detecting, Andrew decided to make a run for it figuring that dropping to his knees and crawling would take up too much precious time.

As he ran, the piercing noise started up again and he felt several angry slaps before they ceased and the maze fell eerily silent once more. As Andrew passed yet another bend he began to feel an itch at his ankles, dismissing it due to a lack of time to scratch he paced on. But the itch spread up, higher and very soon it had engulfed both legs, and continued higher. As the itch turned to sting it occurred to Andrew that this must be the ants that his Lady had spoken of, and surely enough as he brushed against a pain in his leg they crawled over his hand instilling panic into him.

Stumbling forward he heard footsteps, freaking, he began to run and bumped into a wall, covered in razor wire. Taking a step back Andrew sighed unable to cope any longer, bleeding, covered in come and ants he sat heavily on the floor and sobbed.

“My Lady,” he cried, reaching out his hands, a feeling of emptiness and helplessness befell him, “please, My Lady, help me.” Andrew felt her familiar hands gently grasp his own, pull him gently to his feel and lead him through another archway, not far from where he had sat. As her perfume filled his head with feelings of safety from the evil that lay hidden in these walls, he heard water. Soon after he felt it.

The warming spray gently ran over his abused skin, his hands still in hers he felt all that covered him wash away, soaking his long hair, his whole body soothing his ragged soul. His lady gently ran her hands over him, never seeming to get wet from that rapid back-spray of the water, she ensured his safety before disappearing, along with the water into darkness leaving him once more alone in the darkness.

Andrew quickly continued, his brief encounter with his lady had given him a little extra confidence, feeling out he cut his feet on yet more razor wire, he grimaced but continued, after several steps he felt an opening in the rough walls, feeling his way through he noted a single candle dimly lighting up two heavy wooden doors fitted into the stone archways, each were marked with a different symbol protruding from the ancient wood, Andrew approached them, gently brushing his fingers over the symbol on the left door, it looked like an inverted ‘U' with the right prong longer than its counter part and two horizontal notches striking it near the end. Pressing his ear to the door, Andrew heard nothing, slowly pacing to the second picking up the candle as he did and again running his torn fingers over the second symbol. Leaving a bloody trail, a dark reminder to any poor soul who might follow him into the maze someday of the horrors that lay within its twists and turns.

The second symbol was looked like a curved ‘E' its middle strikes starting at the centerline heading away and then bending sharply down. Andrew frowned not knowing the meaning or significance of either symbol but knowing that he had to choose a door, he stepped back and looked from one door to another. Taking a deep breath and a good solid grip on his candle he chose the first door, on the left. Paced toward it and turned the heavy handle.

Stepping into the room he saw it to be empty, built from large stone bricks, water seemed to drop from some unseen crack. Suddenly, forcing Andrew to jump the door blew shut behind him, extinguishing his candle cruelly, as he watched the flame turn to smoke and even the red hot ember on the end of the wick fizzle to nothing, he knew he had chosen the wrong room, and that soon became clear when he heard a noise to familiar and yet so unknown. Stone, against stone. It filled him with dread, a terror far beyond any he had ever known, and as he stood there in the pitch black, he felt it.

Stifling a girlish scream Andrew opted for the run tactic, trying to turn as the thing that had grabbed him in his very first visit to the dungeon wrapped its slimy self once again around Andrew's ankles. He was pulled to the floor just seconds before he was able to reach the door. Brutally, he was wrenched to the center of the room, struggling and kicking with every ounce of fight and strength he had. This only encouraged more to snake their way around him, around his other ankle, his knees, hips, waist, arms, elbows and even his neck, until struggling became impossible, pointless.

Once again Andrew was forced to resign to his fate. And as the first tentacle roughly teased at his abused ass, he realized there was no escape until these things had had their fill of him.

The tentacle at his ass suddenly rammed itself into his waiting ass, as Andrew attempted to scream in pain one was rammed deep into his throat, stopping any noise that may have escaped dead where it began. Andrew gagged on it clenching and unclenching his fists as his breathing was now restricted not only by the tentacle in his mouth but also the one around his neck, turning his face into a deep shade of crimson. Another wrapped itself around his cock, gently tugging at his foreskin.

Suddenly the lights came on and he realized he was looking right up his lady's skirt as she was stood over him. He blushed with embarrassment that she should see him in this precament, and as he looked into her eyes the tentacle in his ass pulled out and came all over his cock, and abdomen, drenching him in come. The smell of it hit Andrew's nostrils and the strangest sensation overcame him, he felt horny! He wanted the creatures inside him, looking up at his lady Rynn with pleading eyes, begging her through his gag to make another tentacle fuck him. And he was granted his wish with two more that rammed one after the other into his ass forcing him to moan pathetically into his gag.

Soon he began to suck eagerly on the cock shaped tentacle in his mouth, willing it to come just to be able to smell the come again. Before long the tentacle in his mouth withdrew and drenched his masculine face in come, reducing him to nothing more than the tentacles come slut. Instead of feeling humiliated, he moaned and began to beg for more.

“Please, My Lady, may I have another tentacle to suck on? Please I beg you!”

“Oh you are a filthy slut aren't you? You enjoy being fucked by my pets don't you? If you want more you have to beg better than that you filthy whore!”

“Oh, My Lady please make another tentacle fuck my mouth, please give your slut the honor or being fucked by your pets, I beg you!”

At her command another two tentacles plunged into his gaping mouth, and closing his eyes he proceeded instantly to pleasure them with his pierced tongue, making deep grunting animal noises, lost deep in the pleasure of the violent act.

The vines twisted and curled around him, pulling him and stretching him, making him writhe in pleasure as the tentacles inside him touched all the right spots, before long he covered the tentacle wanking him off in his own thick come. It uncurled and became lost somewhere in the tangle of tentacles. He opened his eyes momentarily and noted his Lady stood above him, laughing at him.

“Enjoying yourself slut?” The two in his ass pulled out and drenched him once more in hot spunk and were replaced with three more, ramming in and out of his torn ass, making him moan and toss his head as far back as the tentacle around his neck would allow, in sheer pleasure. Answering her question without words. “Well put on a good show now slut.” Andrew opened his eyes, unable to speak because of his gag; he merely looked up at her beautiful face, puzzled. “Oh, you didn't know?” She went on “you're being filmed slut, people are paying to watch you getting fucked.”

This seemed to do nothing apart from allow the tentacles to spread his legs wider and push deeper into his ass. He continued to be rammed by the tentacles over and over until his chest and legs were covered in come and it was gushing out of his mouth and ass like waterfalls, after being used for so long he began to lose consciousness from the lack of oxygen reaching his brain, and as he orgasmed once more from another tentacle seeing to his hard prick the darkness took over and he went limp.

Sometime later, Andrew woke up in the bed he had first slept in for days when he arrived at Lady Rynn's castle that felt so long ago now. Looking down he saw her, her long red hair spread protectively around her beautiful gothic features. He wondered how she managed to stay so perfect, even now as she slept, her dark lashes rested on her pale cheeks. Thinking back to how the water in the maze seemed to miss her completely, how she commanded everything with such force for someone so young. Andrew sighed down at her, some of his stray hair fell, gently caressing her lips, lips he ached to kiss but knew if he did anything without permission he would be punished.

She stirred, woke and took seconds to come to her senses, not even having to stretch or wipe her sleep-devoid eyes. They sparkled with mischief and love, flashing an eerie shade of red, as she added an evil smile to the equation, thanking the skies that he had a silk sheet covering his manhood Andrew bit his lip. Rynn's smile and eyes drove him wild with desire, as he thought about it, she smiled more, her beautiful crimson lips parted to reveal a perfect set of teeth, blessed with six sharp fangs on the top and four on the bottom. Far from being afraid Andrew reached for his hair, pulled it away from his neck and offered himself to her. His actions pleased her greatly.

“You now realize who, or what I am. Do you not fear me?”

“Yes My Lady, I fear you, but I know that no harm will come of me that I do not wish for or enjoy.”

She took one, slow, calculated step toward the bed, lifting one stocking clad knee onto the bed, always looking through his eyes and into his soul, as her look often did. Placing her hands, on the bed, fingers spread the painted whites of her nails stood out against the red and black of the silk around them. As her other knee joined the other on the bed and she snaked towards him, his neck still bared to her, always looking at him, her fangs bared. She kneeled up, took hold of her silk negligee where it dipped into the valley of her breasts and tore the gentile silk straight down the middle, tearing the dainty straps that caressed her shoulders clean away.

Andrew ran his eyes down her body; she wore nothing apart from a black garter belt, which hooked onto her opaque stockings that caressed her legs gently, a paradox to the way she was acting right now. As another step forward forced Andrew to lie down, she tore the silk sheets away from his wanting body, his erection standing to attention eagerly. Pleased with what she saw, her fangs grew sharper, her claws grew longer a trait brought on from hunting pray who wanted to resist. Straddling him in one fluid motion and letting his huge cock fill her tight hole made them both growl in pleasure. She brought him up, his nose inches from her naked breasts as his member stretched her insides. Rynn's eyes flared red, her kisses became molten lava, brushing over his already hot body, leaving burning trails. Her juices engulfed him, covering his hard prick in searing velvet, as she began to ride him, one arm draped around his neck for support the other running through her hair.

Leaning back Rynn let out a moan, a guttural growl as an orgasm exploded inside her, sending wave after wave of heat and pleasure coursing through her veins, triggering more juices burning Andrew's ever hardening cock with torturing heat. With an evil grin she continued to ride her slut's cock, taking in each of his many inches with an experience of thousands of trained pussies but with the feeling of just one, tight, virgin.

Even as Andrew helplessly filled her cunt with juices minutes later he knew it was too soon and punishment was imminent as she had orgasmed just once. Even as her evil smile turned into a wicked grin and thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance Andrew could not bring himself to resist ashamed with his performance and knowing whatever she had in store would be for his own good.

He was given boxers and abruptly dragged via his hair, as was her usual manner out of the comfort of her bedroom and out via the kitchen into her vast garden. He turned back to his Lady once more to see her closing the kitchen door.

“Enjoy slut! Try not to get eaten. Be ready for training tomorrow.” And with that Andrew heard the door close, and lock. Surveying his surroundings he noted the 8” fence that surrounded what he could see of the enormous garden topped with razor wire, keeping intruders out and prisoners in. Taking a few steps away from the comforting light of the kitchen and into the darkening night he decided to make the most of the daylight that remained and explore. The garden complimented the castle, an old design of an orchard and several large oaks lined the west side of the garden, while the entrance to what looked like another maze lay in the center of a huge bush to the east, a maze he would be staying away from, heading north, past the trees and then veering to the west past the orchard he found a stream running along the far end of the garden, looking to his left he saw a tangle of weeds covering what could only be describes as a very unused dirt track.

Looking from his naked feet to the jungle of sharp looking plants Andrew decided to take his chances as curiosity overcome him, trying to part the majority of weeds with his hands he took several uneasy steps into the unknown. After walking for a while he passed a green house, that looked as if the last time anyone had used it could have past the hundred year mark, its old design giving it's age away. Wedging open it's door he found the usual, very, very dead plants, gardening equipment, gloves, a trowel, a hoe, a few brown envelopes that disintegrated as soon as Andrew touched them and finally a box.

Andrew's curiosity was still not satisfied, so he opened the box, finding a letter, too rotten and faded to read and a key on a piece of string. The distant rumble of thunder had become far too close for comfort jarring Andrew into action as the first patter of rain hit the glass roof. Quickly placing the key around his neck he left the greenhouse and fought his way back through the foliage choosing an oak tree as his bed for the night. As he settled into its branches, the occasional drop of rain caressing his still-burning skin he fondled the key, wondering what door it might open in a place like this. That night Andrew fell into a deep sleep vowing that as soon as the morning sun woke him he would find the door and whatever it concealed.

The sun awoke him as promised from a beautiful dream of being touched by his Lady. Andrew stretched happily and remembered the key around his neck ignoring the ache of hunger that hit his empty stomach as he dropped from the branch and ran his fingers through his damp hair as best he could and dropped to his knees at the stream. Andrew glanced at his reflection, and looking past his own eyes he saw the happiness that had been void from his life before finding this place, her and his purpose. Dipping his hands into the cool, clear water he couldn't help but smile.

He washed his hands and face and ran some water through his hair making it damper still. In the morning light the garden was much more visible, except the dirt track where he was last night seemed to only head to more weeds, but that was the way his heart told him to head, and so far, it had not been wrong. Getting to he feet he paced back over to where he had stood the previous night and began once again to wade through the tangled foliage.

Reaching the eerie greenhouse Andrew surveyed his surroundings, to his left the stood the messy green house, to his left, more weeds fenced off next to the orchard, so he decided to continue forward the weeds had now pushed past hip height and were tough. Andrew's feet were torn to shreds but as usual his curiosity overtook him and the weeds made to threat to finding where the key belonged.

It eventually turned out that his heart was right when, far after the trees gave way to more weeds and the weeds that surrounded him were as high as his biceps Andrew saw the only door in the garden, and surely as he tried it's big circular handle, it was locked. The key took some turning, it was stiff and the lock had rusted after years of solitude. Eventually after relentless effort on Andrew's part the lock slid open and the door half fell apart as he entered yet more garden.

Except, unlike the garden he had just spent the night in this one was perfect, not a weed in sight, its size had nothing on the big garden, but it was perfect. Flowers, all colours imaginable were in full bloom, smiling up happily at the sun. A waterfall flowed enthusiastically over some stones in a water feature in a far corner, while the birds, unaffected by Andrew's noisy entrance sang happily away in the few trees the lined the perimeter. But the thing that stood out to Andrew instantly was the magnificent rose bush that grew dominantly in the center of the garden; perfectly kept despite being locked away its roses were black. Darker than night and yet they grew towards and embraced the sunshine.

Stepping up to the delicate flower, it's petals open and seemingly smiling at him and idea popped into his head. He would take one for his Lady, he chose a large, fully opened flower and gently stroked its petals with his fingertip, it was so soft and velvety it seemed to shudder at his touch. As he wrapped his fingers around the stem under the flower the thorns dug painfully into his skin, undeterred by the feeling they may be growing to protect the severing of a flower he pulled until the rose happily gave way.

Deciding to head back he took one last look at the garden and wondered if his Lady knew that this garden existed. He turned and left, fixing the door to the best of his ability, smearing blood from his torn hands over the handle, desperately wanting to preserve the virgin beauty of what lay beyond it. Fighting his way once more through the weeds he practically skipped through the orchard back to her back door where he gently knocked and dropped to his knees in wait, the thorns still digging into his bleeding fingers.

The door slowly opened; as his head was bent all Andrew could see was her stocking clad feet.

“Had enough of outside have you?” She asked, sleepily.

“P..please My Lady, I have. I have a gift for you.” His bent head concealed the rose from her view.

“Well, what is it? You may stand.” As Andrew rose to his feet, towering a good foot and a half above his Lady she saw the flower held protectively between his bleeding fingers and bit her lip.

“What…where did you find it?” She smiled, a genuine smile of happiness.

“It's a black rose Lady Rynn, you have a hidden garden through the weeds. Here is the key to it.” Andrew indicated to the key around his neck, and held out the rose to her. Instead of taking it, the stood on her tiptoes, placed a gentile kiss on his lips and pulled him inside.

Closing the door behind them, she wordlessly uncurled his fingers, popped the rose in a vase full of water and turned back to Andrew, whose hands were dripping blood on the white tiled floor of the kitchen. Sitting at the huge table Rynn began to clean up his hands. After a while she spoke, Andrew noted the tear in her eye.

“Thank you, you cannot know how much this means, especially since going in that garden endangered your life. The rose you found is called the Immortal, it feeds off blood, had you got too close it's spines would have captured you and bled you dry. I locked that garden up a long time ago, although I cannot understand why it has managed to keep itself in such good shape after such a long time.” She mused over what she was saying as she pulled the spines from Andrew's fingers, caressing him.

After a while she seemed to snap from the trance and looked over at the rose, wondering how something to innocent could come from a place so shrouded in mystery and yet Andrew had unknowingly risked his life to bring it to her. Despite their situation and status she loved him dearly and his feelings towards her became clear. He had nothing here, except what she gave him and yet he managed to find so much to give to her in return.

Later as Andrew sat in a warm bath, listening to Lady Rynn talk about her life, while washing his back he smiled happily to himself, the pain in his fingers was subsiding.

“My Lady, may I ask a question?” He asked shyly.

“Yes go ahead.”

“Why did you call me here?”

“Well, slave it gets lonely up here in this castle, I can take care of myself, and the whole place single handedly. But since Raek died I have been lone here, and I felt out for you.”

“Yes My Lady.” Andrew lay back in the bath as she continued to wash his chest, luckily he was a fast healer and should anyone have walked in on them (very slim chance) no one would have pre empted what was going on behind closed doors. Lady Rynn's hands kept traveling lower and her image was imprinted on the back of his eyelids, making him moan at the sight of her.

Soon after, Andrew felt her touching cease, opening his eyes he saw her stepping towards the bath holding a big fluffy towel, taking the hint he unashamedly stood and allowed her to help him from the bath. She began to pat him dry her small skilled hands worked their magic; after he was dry she let him wrap the towel around his waist and sit on the floor between her legs. Picking up an antique silver brush, its gentle prongs making short work of the few knots in Andrew's hair she began to glide the brush through his long jet black hair, knowing they were both enjoying the feeling.

Before long Andrew's hair was dry, Lady Rynn got to her feet and informed him of his task.

“It is about time you met some of my friends, you will dress in what I have left for you in our room, I shall leave you to get myself ready, I expect you ready and on your knees by the front door waiting for me.”

“Yes, My Lady.” Andrew replied, moving to his feet quickly, closing the door behind her he turned to the stack of clothes neatly piled on the bathroom counter. He unfolded them, a mesh top, black jeans and a leash. It then dawned on him he was expected to go commando, frowning he pulled on the jeans and fastened them, enjoying the loose feeling. The then pulled on the mesh top, it felt good against his skin, making his nipples taught. Finally he attached to leash around his neck looking at his reflection he wondered where they were going and why he needed a leash, knowing that all would be revealed soon he headed for the stairs.

At the door were a pair of big, gothic looking boots with lots of buckles, assuming these must be for him as his feet were almost twice the size of Rynn's he eased them on, enjoying the few inches of extra height they gave him but remembering she had ordered him to his knees, he bent and waiting for her arrival.

As it was he didn't need to wait long, she came tottering down the stairs in impossible, similar looking boots to those Andrew was wearing, but more feminine. Red fishnet stockings hugged her sexy legs and a tight red and black PVC dress hugged her every curve, topped with metal buckles across her chest. The collar of the dress, which joined together after a big gap in the material showed off her ample assets, hid her neck. Her hair looked wild in red and black wool bunches. The sight made Andrew quiver in excitement. She was clearly pleased to as she pulled him to his feet via his new leach and planted a passionate kiss on his lips.

Rynn pulled him out of the door and down the steps of the castle entrance, and there on the drive was a black Audi TT, its black body shimmered in the evening sun and Andrew's eyes nearly popped out of his head. She opened the passenger door and indicated he should enter; Andrew did not need asking twice. She soon joined him in the drivers seat, and after putting on her seat belt she pulled away spraying gravel behind her.

The cars on the road seemed to just part for her, and all the way there not a single red light stopped them enabling them to stay above 50 most of the way there. She drove single handedly ignoring the cruise control option and it became clear that Lady Rynn commanded everything in this life not just her slave.

Soon after they arrived at a desolate warehouse, driving her car near to the entrance of one of the units she told Andrew to get out of the car which was picked up by a young boy, who was more than a little pleased to see her.

“Rynn! Darling!” The boy air kissed the sides of her face, while she smiled, unimpressed, “oooh, do you have a new toy?” He proceeded to run his little hands over Andrew's broad chest. “Mmm, he's a tasty one, where did you find him?”

“Oh Gareth, you know me. I found him half dead at the side of my castle.”

“Let me take your car, I finish shift in an hour can I get you and your new toy a drink?”

“Sure thing darling, see you later.” She dropped her keys and a ten-pound note into Gareth's eager hands as he thanked her profusely he tugged on Andrew's leash and he was forced to follow. The bouncer on the door did little more than nod as Lady Rynn approached him and entered the dark room, bypassing the cloakroom as neither had brought coats.

Andrew surveyed his surroundings, a lot of people sat smoking and drinking around tables, lots of people had slaves, including males with female slaves. He stayed as close to his Lady as he could apprehensive of someone taking him away. Several people stopped to talk to Rynn but he was never introduced to anyone directly, at least not using his name, many touched him, smelt him and some even kissed him. He was a little nervous but couldn't repel through fear of upsetting his Lady.

Andrew noticed many couples had moved upstairs or into rooms set of to the side of the club, sometimes three or four people had gone in together, but the loud music that blared from the huge music system drowned out everything but his thoughts. To his surprise he was given a jack and coke but was to stay at Lady Rynn's feet as she spoke to her friends. He gladly sipped at his drink looking up at his Lady's face from time to time and feeling the gentile tug she gave on the lead to remind him where she was, although there was no chance to forget as his back was resting on the chair, between her legs.

People were coming and offering Lady Rynn wads of cash to have Andrew for an hour, she seemed reluctant to agree, stressing he was new and she wanted to be near him, just to keep her eyes on him. She told him later that a lot of the people here couldn't be trusted especially with someone tall and strong like him, they tend to want to really hurt you, there's a thin line between pleasure and a pervert.

Soon after Andrew was given another jack and coke, not one to shy away from alcohol he took it gladly, as the jd and cokes started to make his world pleasantly fuzzy he was suddenly yanked to his feet by the leash and frog marched into a vacant room, which turned out to be fully working dungeons, with a huge cross on one wall, chains hanging from the ceiling, a huge bed, fitted with restraints along with whips, paddles and various other scary-looking apparatus attached to the walls.

Looking around Andrew had a chance to see his captors he saw his Lady, watching him closely along with two very big built men whom he guessed must have been the ones who grabbed him. He was soon ordered to strip and musing that resistance would not be accepted he coyly began to remove what little clothing he had, noting that he was commando and erect pleased both men greatly, and they two began to strip, their clothes were not that dissimilar to what Andrew was wearing but their clothes were stretched taught over rigid muscles.

Looking back over to his Lady Andrew saw she was biting her lip, no doubt worried for his safety, but his view was blocked by the huge men approaching him, he tried to look around them pleading to his Lady but he was grabbed roughly and thrown on the bed. He whimpered, trying to scramble away from the men after he caught sight of their erections, just as one of them climbed on the bed to seize him the door to the dungeon opened and in walked another woman, she was shorter than Rynn, despite her huge platform stiletto boots, which was all she was wearing, other than a coy smile. Andrew looked at her as she approached the huge bed, joining him on it she was thrown roughly onto all fours, followed shortly by Andrew who was placed in the same position, both were mounted by the huge men. As one cock slid into the girls sopping pussy Andrew learnt her name.

“Oh Sara, you fucking wench your pussy is so wet for me.” His grunts were followed by a loud slap on her ass.

“Mmmm, bitch you're horny for your masters aren't you?”

“Y-yes sir,” she managed to whisper. “I am your slave please abuse me.” Andrew couldn't help but stare at Sara's face while she was fucked, each thrust sent her deeper into the black silk sheets below her, making her moan in pleasure. He felt the other mans fingers probe his ass crack, they were lubed up.

“Were going to use your slutty pussy juice to lube up this whore's ass so we can fuck him.” Andrew guessed the voice belonged to the man who was about to fuck his ass. Soon after the finger that had been spreading Sara's pussy juice around his hole began to slowly slide in, Andrew's head began to swim in a mixture of agony and pleasure, the jd and cokes beginning to wear off slightly. Soon after one finger was replaced with two, filling up his ass, pleasure mixed father in with the pain, threatening to make him vomit. Taking a deep breath Andrew allowed the pleasure to take over as he fell into another haze of alcohol and heat letting his body accommodate the invading digits. His Lady had moved closer to the side of the bed, watching as finally the fingers were replaced with a monstrous cock, making Andrew scream in agony and reach out for his Lady's hand.

Andrew squirmed and shook beneath the almighty weight of the guy (and his dick) pushing against his back, driving the huge tool home with each deep thrust. The guy fucking Sara came soon after, as he pulled from her soaked pussy he squirted his load over her back, forcing her into the bed sheets. Moaning, but not close to finishing the man walked around to face Andrew, grabbing his hair, he forced his still hard prick into Andrew's mouth and down his throat, of course his instant reaction was to gag, which is what he did, almost to the point of vomiting. But the man held his prick still, stopping the contents of Andrew's stomach from making an unwanted appearance.

Before long Andrew began to suck, trying to dissatach his mind from the pain beginning to arise in his ass and concentrate on the taste of Sara's juices on this man's cock, wishing it were his Lady's juices he was tasting. The man in Andrew's ass pulled out before he came, moved to where Sara had fallen face first into the bed, ass in the air legs still spread and wanked over her ass. As he came over her already soaked ass and back he slapped her a few times, letting her know just how much of a filthy come whore she was, something to which Andrew had become accustomed to.

Sara was then dragged off the bed and Andrew was shoved onto his back, bringing relief from the pain in his knees, a relief that was short lived as the cock was brutally replaced in his still open mouth. Sara was then ordered to suck Andrew's cock, and of course, being the slave had no choice but to oblige. Andrew closed his eyes, wishing it was his Lady sucking his cock, opening his eyes again, he saw his Lady, watching him attently, ready to strike should the men or Sara step out of line. Again he stuck out his hand to her, and she acknowledged it with a simple nod of her head, but did nothing about it.

Closing his eyes again, he thought back to waking up in that room, it seemed to long ago now, it felt so right, as this situation and each he had been involved in so far had felt. He belonged here being used and abused for his Lady's pleasure. It was a part of him.

Soon after the man came deep down his throat, forcing him to swallow everything the feeling pushed him over the edge and he bucked, his hips rose off the bed, skewering Sara on his prick and forcing his come down her throat. As she was coated in spunk for the third time this evening the two men cleaned up and dragged her from the room still soaked in come no doubt to be thrown to all the horny men in the club who would be more than happy to call her a slut and use her body father. Andrew lay back on the sheets exhausted, as he gasped for breath he turned to his Lady who stepped away from the wall counting a huge bundle of notes which she placed in her corset for safe keeping.

She then reached out her dainty hands to him and helped him to his feet. He shook momentarily from the lack of support but saw that his treatment had greatly pleased his Lady and she lead him happily through a side door and into another lavish bathroom. Something to which Andrew had become accustomed to and it never failed to surprise him that each bath he took seemed to be ready and waiting for him. He knew this bath was to be a different one as Rynn had begun to strip, despite the clothes she was wearing looking difficult to take off she managed it with not only ease, but a sexy grace. Beginning with her dress, which she removed via the criss cross lace holding the neck together, followed by the metal clasps on her corset, she slid the dress over her head. Her red stockings hung from her garter belt, which the slid away with a brief snap. Leaving just a black thong, which she tantalizingly removed, sliding it slowly down her shapely legs.

Andrew stared in awe at the sight, although he had felt her naked body above him it never failed to turn him on, and in his naked state it was clear. He was ordered to sit in the bath. He obliged and stepped into the enormous black bath, noting how the colour made the water look dark, how the smells of the bubble bath filled his head. Andrew was able to stretch out his legs and recline watching his Lady approached, his arms resting on the sides, allowing tiny drops of water to splash to the white tiled floor.

Rynn placed a foot inside the bath, helped in by Andrew's outstretched hand and sat, without hesitation on his lap, facing away from him, and reclined into his chest. In return Andrew wrapped his long arms around her shoulders and kissed her neck, invoking a tiny moan of satisfaction from her lips. She took his hands and rested them on her breasts, inviting him to tease her nipples, which he did with joy. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pulled and pinched until they stood on end. Andrew let one hand stay on her tit and the other inch down over her stomach, and lower.

Turning her head Rynn let her lips find Andrew's the exact same time his hand found her pussy, and began to tease her clit. She moaned and bit his lip gently, making him shiver beneath her. Before long Rynn turned, sending water over the edge of the bath and splashing onto the floor. As she straddled him, his hand still on her pussy and nipple she reached her hand below the water and gripped his now throbbing erection. Making him gasp and whimper in pleasure. She allowed her tongue to tease his and her hand to work its magic moaning into him every time he touched her clit or slipped a digit inside her. Until she could take no more and sat on his cock, taking him like her slut.

Andrew bit his lip as he felt her tight little pussy slid over his cock, each time it never failed to invoke a feeling within him that he had never felt before, her juices burnt him, but instead of it hurting it just made him harder, the need to thrust overcame him, and he succumbed to it, pushing his cock deeper inside her. Feeling her juices sear his already burning cock, letting the familiar feeling surround him as his cock slid deeper inside her. Making her moan and claw at his soft, wet skin.

With each thrust, more water poured over the edge of the tub, Rynn reached behind Andrew and gripped the sides for support, knocking on the shower in her haste. As the spray began to drench them both, they kissed; letting little drops of water run over their hair and faces. The tiny drops burnt Andrew's skin with hot kisses, drenching them father, urging him to thrust harder as the scene of water drops hitting his Lady drove him almost crazy with lust for her. The drops slid over her face, smearing her make up, resting on her luscious lips. Caressing them.

Andrew moaned from she sheer look on her face, and with each scratch she raked into his skin it pushed him close, and then over the edge, he gripped her and shot his load into her delicious pussy, sending her into orgasm with the feeling of his seed pumping inside her. Their moans and juices entwined, bouncing from the bathroom walls, sending more water over the edge. As they caught their breaths, Rynn stepped out of the bath and turned off the shower, wrapping herself in a huge black fluffy towel and offering one to Andrew who followed her from the tub.

They quickly dried each other off, careful not to slip on the soaked floor, rubbing the soft towels across their damp skin, teasing. After quickly dressing they moved back into the dungeon where Andrew's clothes were collected and Lady Rynn allowed him to dress once again finally his lead was reattached and they headed out of the door and back into the noisy club. A few people greeted her on their way out, and Gareth sat waiting in her Audi TT.

“Thanks Gareth, darling.” She said slipping the lanky boy another note as he slid from the drivers seat.

“My pleasure Rynn.” He said, giving her some more air kisses before she sat in her seat, telling Andrew to take his seat next to her, which he did obediently. Very soon Andrew fell asleep in his chair, exhausted.

He woke up, in bed. Unaware of how or when he had got there, remembering the night before, at the club brought shudders of pain and pleasure to him. Getting to his feet, he dragged a silk sheet with him into the bathroom. Rubbing his eyes he noted the pile of clean clothes left expertly folded and the shower was running. Through the steam he saw a brief message scrawled in the condensation on the shower.

Naughty slut!

Smiling he stepped in and let the water run the sleep away, soaking his hair plastering it to his face. He brought his hands to his face and washed it, letting the spray run over his eyes and into his mouth. Opening his eyes he reached for the shower gel and ran it from the bottle until his fingers overflowed. Soaping up his hands he ran them over his lean body, over his arms and chest, face, hair and down the parts of his back that he could easily reach. Down over his ass, around to his crotch and finally down his legs. To finish he simply let the spray rinse away all of the soap feeling refreshed he left the shower and reached for a towel which he hugged around him and dried himself off.

The sweet smell of shower gel along with the warm steam filled the room, warming Andrew up. Condensation blurred all of the mirrors, streaking as it turned to water drops. He quickly dressed, brushing his hair for a while until it was semi dry and went off in search of his Lady.

He knew something was wrong as soon as he left the room. Andrew could hear voices somewhere followed by a faint whimper he guessed to be his Lady's. Stepping slowly to the landing he saw her, lying on the floor, curled up. Three men surrounded her.

“Just find my fucking money!” One said, taking a menacing step toward the other two, then, when the had taken he hint he turned his attentions to Rynn. Andrew felt the blind rage rise within him; it grew over coming all rational thought. He ran to the other side of the landing, leaning on the door that he had been stopped from entering last time he had dared to explore. Now was a matter of life or death. He felt for the handle and was pleased to find the door unlocked. He slowly entered what appeared to be a study. As quickly and quietly as he could manage he began to search for a weapon.

Opening a drawer he was not disappointed. It was full of knives and guns, taking two knifes and shoving them into the waist of his jeans he grabbed a gun, popped in a magazine with a satisfying click, pulling back the chamber, a look of sheer determination crossed his face. As he heard two men mounting the stairs he grabbed the two samurai swords on the wall behind him and stood hidden behind the door.

“This one looks like a study Grady, bet the bitch has a safe in here somewhere.”

“Alright Birch, you first.”

Andrew all but growled, no one called his Lady a bitch and got away with it. The next thing he saw was the gun coming through the door, he saw his chance and brought up his fist, knocking Birch's hand so hard the gun flew to the other room, sending both men running into the room. As Grady shoved Birch into the room he pushed him onto the samurai sword poised in Andrew's waiting hands. As blood poured from the open wound, staining the carpet Andrew raised his foot and kicked Birch off the sword gargling his own blood welcoming his own oblivion as Grady raised his gun for vengeance.

“Not so fast fucker,” Grady hissed as Andrew turned away, ran at the wall he was faced with a cloud of bullets as he took the wall matrix style, kicking himself away he managed to turn and catch Grady square in the solar plexus. Winding him.

Grady began to sit up groaning. Andrew stood above him, gun in hand, silencer on.

“NO ONE calls my Lady a bitch and lives.” Grady's death was silent as Andrew pumped six or seven bullets into his chest point blank, and turned for the door. For his prey. He looked at his carnage, his fangs released from their sheathes for the first time at the sight of the blood. Suddenly things became clear in his head. How she was so powerful, so gracious. How her juices should have burnt, but never did. How she seemed to be able to command everything in her path so well. The ants in the maze, managing to stay dry, her fangs. And those eyes….

There was no time to muse over this right now, he had her, and he wanted his money back. Andrew was adamant he was not going to get it. Gripping the swords he snuck, bent, out onto the landing. He saw her, tied up, unconscious from the potion he had just forced on her with the white hanky. Anger rose up inside him until once again all he was red. Sneaking down the stairs he nearly tripped, drawing the huge man's attention seconds before he was about to have his wicked way with his bound Lady.

“So you're her new toy then are you?” His voice was gruff, it sounded like too many cigarettes and whiskeys alone in cheap motel rooms. His stained shirt and stubby yellowed fingers said it all. Andrew was disgusted, as soon as the man reached for his gun Andrew kneeled, as he did he grabbed a knife from its sheath and threw it. It pierced the man's hand with enough force to pin him in agony to the doorframe.

In his first moment of glory Andrew stepped up to the shuddering man. Wrenched his head to one side and tore into his shoulder, invoking a scream from the man. As the blood flowed down his throat his carnal hunger finally sated, he left the man in the final stages of his life to wither alone. And turned to his Lady, scooping her in his arms to took her to their room where he laid her on the soft bed and splashed her face with cold water.

Sometime later she came around, to see her price, kneeling at her side. She smiled and drew him to her, kissing him with passion and vigor. They pulled away and Lady Rynn scanned his face. Andrew smiled.

“You have released the slave within me. And much more. I love you Lady Rynn.”