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Rhea looked up at her master as he held her. He had spent himself again, and she was giving him time to catch his breath before really beginning her demonstration. They were both flushed and sticky from the warmth of their bodies, but he looked reasonably content. She smiled up as she plotted her next move. He would not accept her in a dominant role, but had agreed to let her lead. She was thinking desperately of what she had and had not done with him, that was submissive enough for him to accept. She came up with three suitable positions and several acts to try. Shak- ing off the lassitude that had followed her satiation, she rolled out of his arms and stood.

Posing seductively beside the bed, she bounced a large breast in the palm of her hand and leered. "Come on, love, go another round with Topaz Tigress," she wheedled, in the voice that had made her a favorite in the Scarlet Lily. The Dark Lord looked at her, about half asleep. Seeing what she was up to, he smiled slightly and reached for her. "My turn, Master, if you wish," she whispered, easing into his arms. She kissed him long and deep before she released him. "Did they really call you Topaz Tigress?" he asked. "Yes, Master. Look at my eyes in the torchlight." He had looked at them often enough, but now, with the influence of strong arousal, they looked different.

The brown had lightened to a golden color, the shade of the fawn topaz earrings she now wore which he had given her years ago. "I see," he said, kissing her. "Close your eyes, Topaz Tigress. I have something for you." Rhea closed her eyes, enjoying a rapport she had not experienced for months. The Dark Lord took her hand and guided it on a slow tour of first her body and then his own. He ended and let her encir- cle his shaft with her fingers. He was still flaccid and she opened her eyes. "Close them. This is yours, to enjoy for as long as I see fit to permit it. If I do not like anything, your privilege is revoked and we will finish this night in the dungeon.

Under- stood, slave girl?" "Yes, Master," she responded, knowing now what she was risking. "Then begin," he commanded, releasing her. Rhea lay beside him for a moment, curled next to the lean, strong body she adored. Then, opening her eyes, she stood and reached out to him. "If you would stand, my master?" she asked, readying her plans. The Dark Lord stood up next to her, and she reached for his lips. "I have many secrets, Master," she whispered. "Per- haps I should show you some of them. This is called," she said, standing on tiptoe to kiss his temples, "The Satin Spiral." Her tongue moved across his forehead to the other temple.

Nibbling on his left earlobe, her hands began to caress his body in an ever-downward spiral. They moved slowly, at the same rate as her mouth, stroking his shoulders as she planted light kisses on his eyelids. As her tongue grazed his lips, he reached out with his own, stopping her for a moment. Her hands kneaded the flesh beneath them like a cat's paws. He took a firm grip on her, fully intending to end her teasing, but she broke the kiss and looked up at him, hurt. Reluctantly, he let go, determined to see what other things she had in store for him. She passed his chin and then moved over beside him.

Running her tongue along the line of nerves just beneath his ear, she felt him clench his fists and grit his teeth. A faint groan escaped him. She knew he liked it and repeated the motion. "Once more, slave girl, and you won't finish," he warned her. She moved on to nibble delicately at the back of his neck. Working her way down his spine, she came to the lowest left rib. Tracing along that with her tongue, her hands now exploring the hard outline of his hips, she began to lave her way up the left half of his rib cage. She paused for a moment to suck at his nipple. As always, he clutched her hair. "You, Alia, and Elna are the only ones who do that right," he said, enjoying the sensations.

She found her way up to the collar-bones. Going down the outside of his left arm, she felt the many scars unfold under her lips. It was ironic that such a strong man scarred so easily, she thought as she noticed one that she herself had left accidentally. His hands, the strong broad hands with their long bony fingers, also fell under her ministrations. She stroked all of the fingers, taking them one by one into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them. She kissed the hollow of his palm and began up the inside. Coming up to his shoulder, she traced across to the other side and repeated her actions with his sword hand. Then she began down the right side of his ribs.

Reaching the lowest, she again moved behind him. Pausing for an instant to wet her lips and tongue, she started down his spine again. Now came a moment of decision, should she start at the front or the back, or should she work down one leg and up the other? Rhea pondered these as she tasted each knob of bone scarcely covered by the scant flesh. Reaching her decision and his hips at the same time, she moved back to the front of his body. She was kneeling now and he looked tall, standing above her with his eyes half-shut, enjoying her touch. She started down the right leg. The flat muscles of his thigh tensed as she stroked them.

He mumbled something incoher- ent as she flicked her tongue across his hamstrings. Her hands braced her as she licked his ankles. A kiss for each toe and a flick under the arch of his foot, and she repeated the process on the other leg. Reaching his knee, she moved to the inside of his thigh, stroking, licking and touching her teeth to it. She sensed a tension in his body that had not been there, and moved to the outside. Coming up on his hip, she followed the ridge of bone to the center of his body, and looked up. "Master," she said, "I know this is something you do not ask for, with reasons I understand. But, please permit me, just this once.

I cannot hurt you, my master, my love, so please…" "I am gambling on you, slave. Do it." Moving carefully, she kissed the plum-shaped head and ran her tongue down the length of him. Folding her lips over her teeth, she encompassed him, swirling and flicking her tongue around him, always careful. She luxuriated in the feeling of satiation that was accompanying this. It had been too long since she had done it in a leisurely fashion. The few men who had trusted her to do this had always taken charge, and had a tenden- cy to gag her by thrusting too deeply into her mouth. The Dark Lord stood, wobbling a bit. His favorite had surprised him in a pleasant fashion yet again.

The softness of her mouth, combined with the constant dance of her tongue, were arousing him very quickly. This was something he had been leery of. He had tried it once before, but she had been as inexperi- enced as he and it was a dismal failure. He cleared his mind of the thought. Now…now he was reaching one of the fastest cli- maxes of his life. Sensing her master's readiness, Rhea moved away. Seeing the disappointment which was beginning to fade to anger, she said, "There is still more, if you want it." He looked down at her, still surprised. "More?" "Yes, Master. Let me show you." She paused briefly to wet her lips and check for cuts.

Having folded them over her teeth may not have been the wisest choice, but definitely the safest. "Move your legs apart, Master, if you would." She moved forward, between his feet and sat back on her heels. "This will be a bit more risky for you. I cannot protect you as I did before." She stretched up and encompassed the dangling sac with her mouth. Careful not to close her teeth on it, she began running her tongue over it. The two almond-sized solids parted and there was the distinct sensation of his skin rubbing against itself from the inside. Oddly enough, to his mind, she began a toneless, tuneless drone. The vibrations spread up into his lower abdomen and through his body.

Again, his body began to demand a release from this torturous pleasure. Releasing him, Rhea scooted her knees further between his legs. She began stroking the long strip of skin, so well pro- tected by his thighs. Tingles began to run through him. This was completely new to him. She licked as she would one of her girls, seeming to probe for an opening. The strokes became longer as she worked her way further back. The Dark Lord was unsure Rhea would actually go through with the logical conclusion; in fact, he had hoped she would not. The idea repulsed him. He felt the first, feather-light touches of her tongue near the tightly clenched sphincter.

He grasped her hair and pulled her away rudely. "Where did you learn that? It wasn't here." "No, Master. Diebe, the Satyr's Delight. The Scarlet Lily uses the same method, but ends in the front." "How have you stayed in practice for nine years, then?" "Karab," she said quietly. Somehow, it was no surprise. The decadent ruler of Pergamum had made a habit of requesting Rhea, and now he thought he understood. "Go rinse your mouth. You have displeased me." "Yes, Master," she said, walking over to the basin. Pouring out a handful of water, she swished it in her mouth for a few moments. She spat into the basin. "Again," he commanded, as he opened the armoire.

Taking out the whip that hung on the door, he looked at the slave. She had finished rinsing and now knelt before him, in the disgraced position. Her wrists and forehead were on the floor, and he planted one bare foot on her wrists to hold her in place. Strik- ing her twice, moderately hard, he stepped off and returned the whip to its peg. The red welts appeared on her back and she remained in the posture. "Do you know why you were just struck?" he asked. "I displeased you, Master. That is reason enough," she answered. Her voice sounded strong. She was not crying. "Yes, it is. But you are not to repeat your error. Do you understand what it was?" "Yes, Master.

I should have stopped in the front. I deprived you of your release." "Reason enough. Stand up." She stood with her eyes still on the floor. "No, look at me." Frightened of meeting his eyes, knowing what she might see, she lifted her eyes slowly. The cold dark eyes that met hers were not angry, merely not pleased. He drew her in and searched her soul for the rea- sons behind her acts. The only thing he saw in the topaz eyes was love. He took hold of her and drew her to himself, releasing her eyes as he did. She rested against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. "You are no longer disgraced, slave girl. Your privilege has been revoked. I will finish with you as I see fit.

However, you still have secrets to show me. I will find them out later." He picked her up easily, although she knew she outweighed him by thirty pounds. Carrying her to the bed, he set her down. "This time, you will not deprive me of release." And she did not.

______ Apologies for the VERY weak ending. My collaborator complained too. It will look better in context: Rhea has been in trouble since she failed to seduce a priest of the High One. She's been in and out of the dungeon, both on her own errors and on her elven protegee's. This is the first chance she has had to prove to her master that she does in fact love him and she should remain his favorite.

The response has been encouraging on the stories. More will be forthcoming. I have one with a minimum of sex but an excruciat- ing flagellation as the centerpoint. I am uncertain it is appro- priate to post, since the beating is not for sexual purposes, but as punishment for sex. Help? Anyone?

Slave of Matth

formerly Angel the Succubus

And she did not.

Path: ub!zaphod.mps.ohio- state.edu!maverick.ksu.ksu.edu!umriscc!mcs213k.cs.umr.edu!asparrow From: (Angelia Sparrow) Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: Story (well, novel fragment)–Karab Keywords: pain, pain and more pain. MD-FS Message-ID: Date: 16 May 91 23:45:59 GMT Sender: Organization: University of Missouri – Rolla Originator:

Karab looked down at the slave girl kneeling before him. She knelt straight with her knees wide apart and her head bowed. He liked this one. She was tall and strong and mastering her made him feel as if he was bigger than she was. In actuality, Karab barely topped five and a half feet, in addition to being heavy. His silk robes were tailored to hide his weight, but usually they only succeeded in making him look fatter. The rings he wore, mostly for magical protection, and the heavy perfumed oil he used in his hair and thin beard made him seem effeminate at first glance. But, as Rhea and a very few others now living could attest, his mind was steel hidden beneath the perfume and silk.

Right now, as she knelt before him, Rhea wondered what the mind was plotting. Karab was cruel for the sake of cruelty. She usually managed to endure his attentions during the New Year celebration, and her master's birthday celebration. The ruler of Pergamum visited only seldom, finding the delights of Dark Hold shabby compared to those of his home city. "You evaded me last night, slave," Karab said. Rhea found his high pitched nasal voice annoying but managed to keep from flinching. She did not object to men whose voices fell naturally in the higher range, Snow Wolf's had been almost as high as hers, which was low for a woman's, but she found the affectation grating.

"I'm afraid that means I will have to punish you tonight, my dear. Don't worry, I have your master's full permission to do as I see fit. Lie down by the three rings in the floor." The guest room in the guard tower was not as opulent as the suites, and had far more restraint devices, since it was sometimes used as a spare cell when the dungeon was full. The rings were spaced about four feet apart and set into the stone floor. Rhea hastened to obey, hoping he would be merciful. Karab, after some rummaging in the wardrobe, and in a chest he had brought, proceeded to chain her wrists to the ring above her head. He threaded a choke-leash about her throat, above the collar and drew it tight.

Rhea coughed and tried to catch her breath. He gagged her with a wadded strip of cloth held in by a second. He took a pole, set with a manacle at each end, and, threading it through the lowest ring, pulled her down to lock her ankles in the irons. Rhea blessed her father for giving her an almost six foot height. Wrapping another chain around her body, he threaded it through the ring near her back, holding her almost immobile. Placing the keys tantalizingly out her reach, he reached back into the trunk and removed a glass jar, holding a large toad. Rhea's eyes grew large as he moved betw

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