Caution...the story Y/you are about to read is only a fantasy and not an actual event...written only for its entertainment value and nothing more...it is filled with extreme violence...initially non-consensual...and it is a journey through darkness...It is not intended to offend any R/readers. It is not intended for the squeamish of heart...

Tis the 2nd of the month...and the rent has not been paid...this is the third time this year the peasant has been late...no longer will I tolerate this disregard for his obligations... "tomas... saddle My Steed"...after a short time I walk out front...the servants appear to be staying out of My sight...My anger spills from within Me...I climb upon the trusty Stallion...girded in a beautiful black leather saddle...golden stirrups...sliding in the foot of My thigh-high black leather boot...raising My left leg over the saddle...My black leather pants seating themselves firmly in the saddle...My eyes twinkle with rage...a curl of My lips displays the excitement pulsing through My veins...thoughts of eviction for non-payment if he's not willing to give to Me that fair young maiden daughter of his as payment...as I ride off...the wind causes My black silk shirt to billow as My shoulder length jet black hair blows freely in the wind...as I arrive...I see the fear upon their faces...inside I burst with an evil laughter...I look at him...shaking... scared... lost... knowing not what to do...his wife's head lowered...broken P/people...bled dry by My high rents...with nothing left to give...but the maiden...as I stop and dismount...he cowers as I approach..."you are late again...I have told you I will not tolerate this...this is the third time this year...do you have the money"...watching as his head lowers and shakes back and forth...indicating he does not have the money...My heart glows with excitement...looking to the maiden..."there is one thing you have that will save you...I want your daughter...give her to Me and I will forgive this lateness and allow your family to work this land rent free for 12 more months"...as he looks at Me...his wife also looking at Me...their heads shaking back and forth as they plead...he drops to his knees begging for mercy...there is none...the maiden walks forth and begins to speak...

Watching my family cower at His words...i tremble with fear...knowing what must be done... knowing that i am the only chance they have to survive...for winter is coming...i smooth my tosseled hair from my face...smooth the wrinkles from my worn tattered gown as best i can trying to make myself look more presentable...more desireable...my deep blue eyes lowered to the ground as i meekly step forward fumbling with the hem of my shirt...my mouth is dry and my throat is parched...speaking in a voice so very soft it is barely audible..."Yes Sir...i will go...i offer myself to You as payment...do with me what You will"...a tear rolls down my cheek as i bite off the last word...choking back the sobs that swell up in my throat...for i have heard of Him...from O/others...what He does...what He has done...and i Know...i am to be next...

Seeing the selflessness of the maiden...I smile at her..."fair beauty...you have nothing to worry about...you will come with Me to My castle...and join the other servants...tending to My home...and My needs"...pointing to her parents...I smile..."bid your parents farewell...it will be some time before you see them again"...watching their farewell...My heart racing with excitement at their torment...and thinking of the torment this new victim has in store for herself... mounting the great Steed I patiently wait...when she has finished...I reach down and hoist her up with Me...setting her in front of Me...her warm body pressed tightly back against the inside of My loins...My arms reach around her...one to her waist...one to the reins...My heels dig in... and off down the road to the castle W/we go...I can smell her sweet scent... mixed with the scent of fear...My soul relishes in her fear...as W/we approach the castle...I dismount and then help her down...placing her hand in the waiting hand of dominique..."take her to the servants quarters...bathe her...scent her...dress her...then bring her to Me in My study...I will then tell her of her future here"...walking away...tomas...ever faithful...leads the Stallion to the stable to be cared for...

As my eyes are lowered...i listen to Him speak...my stance softens a bit...as i hear His words of reassurance to my parents...i look up as He mentions i will not see them again for quite some time...once again fighting back tears...i run into the arms of my father...his face filled with grief...kissing him softly goodbye...walking over to my mother...not wanting her to worry...i tell her all will be alright...kissing her gently...not wanting to go...but knowing it is what must be...i look around once more at what was my home...smiling weakly...at my family... walking over to His Steed...i take the offered Hand...my knees weak...my eyes looking up into His...feeling as if i should dare not look at Him...He mounts the magnificent Horse... pulling me up to sit in front of Him...pressing my body back against His...i feel His body lean forward into mine...His breath hot upon my skin...as He inhales me...He inhales my soul...i look around once more as W/we leave...feeling a bit less tense...knowing there is now nothing that can be done...i relax...observing the scenery of the countryside...the green fields and valleys...the last flowers blooming in the fall cool breeze...i wipe my long raven tresses away from my face...to better see the marvels of this area i have never seen before... having been warned never to travel in the direction of the Landlord's castle...for He is very dangerous...as W/we grow closer to the castle i am in awe...i have never before seen a castle...so beautiful...so grand...as the Steed slows to a stop in the front courtyard... there are servants there to greet Him...as He lowers Himself down...He helps me to the ground...i smile softly at the woman who is addressed by Him...He offers my hand to her...and she takes it...she takes me without a word...listening to His instructions as do i...as we walk to the servants quarters...i am in awe of the grounds...the beautiful flowers and the wide open meadows... reaching the small quarters...the woman whom i have come to know as dominique... takes me to a small room...undresses me...and places me into a tub of warm water... soaping my body up with a soft sponge...i cringe slightly at her touch...albeit gentle... it is one unknown to me...i relax after a while...knowing this is what is to be done...after washing my hair and rinsing me off...she helps me out of the tub...wrapping me up in a large black towel...carefully drying my hair...opening the towel to dry off the rest of my body... standing once again before her naked...my body slightly chilled in the cool fall air...i await her choice of clothing for me...handing me a pair of black silks and black silken blouse that barely covers the tops of my firm full breasts...she tells me to put them on...and quickly...i do as i am told...she then hands me a pair of simple black laced sandals to wear...i once again do as i am told...as i pull my long raven tresses away from my face i am told to leave them... as He prefers my hair to fall wet around my face...i do as i am told releasing my hair...it cascades around my face...she then finally mists my hair and body with a soft sweet scent... one i assume He prefers all His servants to wear...i inhale the intoxicating fragrance deeply... as she leads me out of the servants quarters...into the castle...down the hall where so many lovely woven tapestries hang long and low against the dark stone walls...we walk into the study...where i see Him sitting there in His black leather high back chair...i lower my gaze awaiting His word...

Looking up as I hear the approach of the maiden...My eyes sparkle...My heart races...I stand and beckon the maiden to Me...as she approaches...I sit..."kneel here in front of Me and I will tell you of your future"...watching her approach...so lovely in her new clothing...her eyes... although lowered now...still show much beauty...as she kneels...back straight...breasts pressed forward...eyes lowered...knees at shoulder width...palms face up upon her knees...I look for a moment longer and then begin to explain..."you will be here a year...you will leave this place only if I take you out...you shall live in the servants quarters unless told otherwise... you will be given work assignments which you will fulfill completely...you will be treated fairly... as I see fit...do you understand?"...watching her nod her head in the affirmative...I rise and take her hand...raising her to her feet...taking her out to the hallway I hand her to antoinette... "antoinette...you will take her on a tour of the castle...she will assist you in the kitchen work for two days...return her to Me...bathed...scented...and dressed...evening after next"... I turn and walk away...back to My study...

Seeing Him watch me as i enter His study...i remember what dominique has told me...how i am expected to kneel as i am addressed...He motions me to come towards Him...i do so... He tells me to kneel before Him...i lower myself to the ground...thighs parted at a shoulders width...back straight as an arrow...breasts pressed forward against the willowy fabric of the silks...my hands resting palm side up gently upon my knees...my eyes are still lowered as He watches me...as i feel Him stare right through me...i do not raise my gaze...for i have not been told to do so...His voice is stern as He speaks to me of what is to be expected of me...i listen as i choke back tears...hearing i will be here in this place for no less then one year...i will leave only if He sees fit to take me...biting my lower lip as He tells of how i am to work for Him...to be what He wants me to be...do what He tells me to do...to serve Him and only Him... unless He sees fit otherwise...as He speaks...another maiden...one i learn is antoinette comes for me...He offers out His hand and i take it...as i am lifted up to stand...i am then given over to antoinette to be taken on a tour of the castle...looking around there are so many rooms..so many beautiful things that catch my eye...the paintings...the sculptures...so many beautiful things...i think to myself...perhaps this won't be too bad after all... He seems to be a good Master to His servants...and hopefully to me as well...i relax my gaze... looking out all around me...as we finally reach our final destination...the kitchen... antoinette introduces me to the cook her name is katarina...and she puts me to work... helping with the preparing...cleaning and serving...telling me the proper way to serve the Master...and how He is pleased with such...as the days pass...antoinette comes once again for me...taking me back to the servants quarters...where she and dominque once again bathe and clothe me...only this time...the clothes laid out for me are of a somewhat different attire... i am placed in a tight black corset and laced up very tightly...so tightly that i can scarcely breathe... my breasts peering over the top of the garment...sheer seamed black silk stockings are placed on my feet and pulled up...making sure the seams are straight and fastened to a garter on either side...a stiff black flowing skirt is placed over my head and pulled down around my now tiny waist...fastened snug in the back...i am then sprayed once again with the sweet fragrance...my hair brushed till it shines and pulled back and up in a twist... while tendrils fall around my face...blood red lipstick adorns my full soft lips as i am once again taken back to the study...to await my future instructions...

Hearing the approaching maiden...I look up...she is dressed beautifully...she will make for some fine entertainment this evening...having worked and lived in the castle for a few days she has been lulled into a false sense of security... "come...kneel here"...I point and she does as she is commanded...in perfect form..."tonight...fair maiden...you shall see a place in the castle you have not been taken to as of yet...it is a place of entertainment...of pleasures of the darkness...you probably do not understand Me as of yet...but soon you will"...rising...I take her hand and raise her...offering My arm for her to hold...the servants are no where to be seen...but I know where they are...they are in the Dungeon...lighting the torches...feeding PIERRE... sweet PIERRE...hard leathery skin...hiding the last vestage of the age of dinosaurs... razor-sharp teeth within powerful jaws...My Friend and Companion in the disposal of the carcasses of the dead...as W/we walk closer to the door to the Dungeon...I begin to scream inside of excitement...anxious...for I have waited patiently for this vested virgin...I open the door...the sweet pungent aroma rising to fill O/our nostrils... slowly W/we descend the well worn cobblestone stairs...slowly moving to the light within the darkness...down into the bowels of the castle...where darkness reigns...and debauched pain and pleasure rule...as W/we turn...the view that spills forth before her eyes strikes terror into her soul...she screams and struggles to escape... "HAHHHHAHAHHAAHAHAHAH"...an evil laugh bursts forth from within Me...My eyes glinting...My veins filled with fire...I release her slightly then grab her tight by her hair as she tries to run...jerking her to a halt...then quickly wrap My hand around her throat... drawing her face close to Mine...looking into her terror stricken eyes...oozing out fear... utter terror...laughing...tomas and dominique take her into their hands...holding her fast... "the table...leave her clothes on"...watching as they drag her struggling body to the table... laying her face down upon its rough cut top...quickly binding her wrists and ankles to the legs of the table with leather binding straps...I walk close as they move away...enjoying her screams and struggles...like her father...pleading for mercy where none exists...I move to the front of her...and smile..."please...relax...it will only hurt for a little while...then you will come to know pleasure born of fire...pleasure only acheived through a journey through darkness"...

As i enter the study once again...i feel a bit more relaxed...more calmed...more settled...i raise my gaze for the first time...looking upon Him...His eyes filled with a gleam unknown to me...i smile demurely...feeling a tension in my body never before known...flushed...i quickly lower my gaze as to not show Him my blush...hearing Him speak...directing me to kneel before him...i do as i am commanded...the tight corset assuring that my posture is perfect...i take a deep breath...the pain of the whaleboning pushing into my ribs...the stiff slip under my skirt lays long and flowing around me...causing me to look like a night iris in bloom as i kneel before Him...Hearing Him once again speak...i listen with great attention...not yet noticing that the servants have gone...that W/we are alone...He tells me of what is to become of me... startled...but still having a sense of calm about me...for i believe that He will cause me no harm... as He has promised my parents...as He has promised me...He comes close...offers His strong hand to me...i take it with assurance...rising up...He offers His arm...i wrap my hand around it...thinking to myself...what a Gentleman He is...to be so very kind to me... W/we walk through the castle...to a place unknown to me...thinking i have seen all of the castle... until now...i look around...my sense of assurance now slowly begins to drift away...i fight to keep it with me...however false it now may be...a door opens...and i peer down to see a well traveled cobblestone staircase dropping off into the darkness of nowhere...the dank smell of must and something else unknown to me...i take a deep breath trying hard to discern the aroma...i cannot...but it brings to me a feeling of fear...i take my hand away from His arm as He speaks to me...a different tone then He has ever used with me fills His voice...an evil presence takes over His once softened features as He tells me of the darkness...of the pain He is to offer to me...that i must take...that i must experience...i scream...pulling away from Him... knowing now that there is no comfort here...no softness in His demeanor...that i have now realized what my true purpose is...that i am here at His whim...His pleasure...that my horror is His joy...i try to escape...He grabs me by my hair...stopping me with an excrutiating yank...as dominique and tomas quickly and quietly have reappeared...grabbing firmly onto me...i writhe at their touch... begging... pleading... "please... Sir... Your promise... to me...to my parents...nnnoooooo...Sir...please"...thrashing as i am lifted upon a table...pushed down... my face laying against the rough surface of the device...the tender flesh of my breasts rubbed raw as i try in vain to pull free...hearing Him speak so calmly to the servants terrifies me further...for A/all here this night know of my fate but me...the leather straps bound quickly and so very tight around my wrists causing my hands to grow cold...as my ankles are bound even quicker...i whimper as cries of pleading for mercy fall on deaf ears...i raise my head one last time...looking to Him with dark blue eyes...eyes that once shown with the brillance of a thousand stars...now dim with the realization of the pain and agony He is to bestow upon me...begging quietly once more..."Please Sir...no"...

Looking into the begging eyes once more...then turning away...reaching out to tomas...he slides a very sharp thin knife into My hand...handle first...it feels like part of My body...part of My hand...I walk close behind the maiden...slipping one hand to the back of her neck...sliding her hair out of the way...slipping the knife beneath the material of the beautiful garment...I begin cutting it away...slowly down her back...exposing her sweet soft flesh to My eyes...My heart beating fast as a bolt of lightning breaks through the night sky...I continue...and when I reach her waist..I slide the garment off her back and down around her arms...cutting down the arm material until it falls away from her...her back now bare...I look to dominique...she stands close with a lit black candle...I take it and stand near...looking now into the maiden's eyes as she gazes up to Mine...tears pouring forth...I smile...and tip the candle...moving My arm so the wax drips slowly in streams upon her dainty flesh...watching her wince...struggle to escape its burning pain...as I continue to pour...pour...pour...her back seemingly coated black with the hot wax...her cries echo throughout the Dungeon...her body writhing...laughing inside I throw the candle to the side...again taking the knife and beginning to cut away the lower part of her garment...displaying before Me her panty clad ass...her lush legs...covered with her black seamed stockings...I slide the stockings down...caressing the flesh of her legs...as My hands move upon her body...as I finish...I walk to the rack on the wall and retrieve a large wooden paddle with a metal covering...many holes are drilled through its flat surface...its long handle fitting well within My hands...I draw it back...aiming toward her ass... then without hesitation...I slam it hard against her ass flesh...her body lurching in agony...the bindings cutting into her wrists and ankles...slight droplets of blood begin to seep from beneath them...again and again I pummel her sweet flesh...each pounding drawing redness from her flesh as it becomes covered with welts...her body wretches out cries of pain in demonic proportions...her soul on fire with pain...her mind reeling in a journey through darkness she could never have imagined...I toss the paddle to the side...her head now hanging limp...I walk to the front of her and grasp her chin...raising her eyes to Mine...they are empty...yet deep within...there is a fire growing...

Laying limp on the table...my cries and whimpers for mercy now gone...for i know they will do no good...i silently wait...the waiting that tears at my soul...for what is to come...seeing once again tomas...a face not well known to me...i look up into his eyes...they stare straight ahead... emotionless...blank...the Master approaches him and takes what seems to be a knife from him...in the dimly lit dungeon...my eyes have a difficult time focusing through all of the tears that i have cried...i feel the strong hand that once lifted me up...offered me a security as i walked down to this place...this terrible place...now brush against my neck... chills run through out my flesh at His touch...as my raven hair is placed aside...i wince at the feel of cold against me...the feeling of a knife's blade...i am afraid to move...for fear of Him cutting me...the thunder outside cracks...as i jump...trying so hard to remain still...as the material of my beautiful corset is cut away...the eyelets giving way to the sharpness of the steel...with great precision...He continues to slice away my garment...only the blade do i feel...for His skill keeps me from being cut...the blade is removed...and i sigh...thinking this is all that is to be done to me...until i feel the cold metal once again under my arms as He slices away the material...tossing the knife to the side...my eyes closed...for i wish to see no more... and my eyes are the only things i have left that i may control...i hear footsteps moving close to me...another pair...not His...as i relax momentarily...my back exposed and the crisp air caressing it...but only for a moment...within seconds of Him removing my garment...i feel a hot fluid being poured upon my flesh...i scream out...it burns...my god does it burn...again...and again...more of the searing hot liquid is applied to my flesh...i open my eyes... as He smiles with a look of pure evil...a black candle flickers in the dim light...the liquid being applied...the wax...is slow to cool...the burning sensation clouds my thoughts... never before have i experienced such agonizing pain...i bite my lip...as i try in vain to stifle my screams... my horror increases as He burns me over and over again...and as quickly as it began... it finishes...i lay limp...spent...hoping...praying...that He is done with me...that there is no more...i look up...to find Him reaching for the knife once more...my gaze falls away...too weak to scream...for it will do no good...once again the blade is cold against my flesh...He is cutting away now at my skirt...pulling it apart...exposing me to A/all...my ass covered only in the panties that were laid out for me...the stockings once held fast by beautiful garters now cut away...He moves closer...i wince at His touch...how could He touch me...His hands are so gentle...i hate the way they feel...as He slowly moves my stockings down...He caresses my legs...my thighs with such tenderness...could this be it...nothing more...no more pain... have i endured all that He wants from me...He moves up before me...lifting my chin...looking into my eyes...i cannot break His gaze...but my eyes are empty...He moves past me...i am worn... limp...i hear Him move...but i dare not try to look...until it is too late...a searing smack of a paddle tears into my flesh...my soft ass welts immediately as the voice lost moments ago now is found...screams...sobbing uncontrollably...as i am beaten...time and time again... pounded into me...as i pull...thrashing wildly i feel the tightness of the leather straps remain fast...they will not yield to my pulling...as they cut into me...the droplets of blood coat the restraints...i pull...harder and harder...screaming until my throat burns...looking up at Him with eyes begging...pleading for mercy...as He looks into my gaze...a deep feeling begins to swell inside of me...it scares me...as i cannot look away from Him...O/our eyes fixed...

Knowing that it is time to revive this little one in a way that will bring her back to full awareness of where she is...and who she belongs to...looking to dominique...I see she turns the iron in the fire...the letters blazing white...turning...I see tomas is bringing a bucket of cold water from the pond where PIERRE resides...a smile graces My face as memories of the exhilarating scent of burning flesh fills My soul...it has been far to long since one has been freshly branded with My initials...I walk back behind My sweet victim...looking at the reddened ass...running My hand gently upon its welted skin...caressing it...absorbing its heat... My body filled with desire for the rending of her body...the stealing of her soul... knowing well that soon the pain will race past its threshold into the land of pleasure...in a way that can be wrought in no other fashion...a journey like no other...I nod to dominique...she quickly walks to Me...the letters MDS gleaming bright...white-hot in the flickering torch-lit darkness... as she hands the branding iron to Me...tomas stands ready...bucket in hand...I position the iron quickly near the right cheek of her ass...and press forward...holding it fast against the writhing flesh as her body spasms with pain...arching...lurching...an agony so unbearable it rips the mind and soul asunder...the bellowing screams emitted from within her shaking the very foundation of the castle...the blood flowing freely now from the bindings as her body unknowingly tears at them with every bit of strength she can muster...but still she is held tight...the sweet scent of her burning flesh filling the air...I suck it in furiously...savoring every wisp...I pull the iron from upon her as her flesh immediately festers and grows black like My soul...tomas tosses the water upon the brand...and then moves back as I kneel behind her tortured body and lean close...to begin the healing process by licking the burnt offering... on and on I lick as her screaming diminishes...her body spent...her mind broken...her soul now one with Mine forever more...as I feel her body acquiesce to My tongue's deft touch...I move lower...sliding it between the slightly parted lips of her sex...to find that as I had known would happen...a coating of the sweet juice of the sexual being within her has covered the petals of her hidden flower...I slide My tongue deep within the petals...lapping up the tasty syrup... like a nectar sent by God to sooth the passions of Man...stirring My stiff tongue deep within her as she begins to stir once again...but this time with a fire raging within her very depths... as her muscles begin to clasp My tongue and press hard back against it...

Feeling i can take no more...laying stretched out...feeling more vulnerable than ever before in my young life...i am weak...weak from screaming...weak from trying to move...knowing my fate is sealed...laying still...my gaze breaks free of His...cast down upon the ground...yet deep within...a pain aches...not one of the flesh...for my flesh aches...a low dull throb continues from my ass...welted...mirrored through out my entire body...up to my head...the dull throb beats...i can feel my heart pounding...can hear it...pounding...the Dungeon is so very quiet...so quiet that it deafens me...i shake my head slowly...as His feet move once more... move to walk behind me once more...what can be next...more beatings...i try to steady myself...stay focused...try to prepare myself for the blows that are most assuredly about to begin once again...then without warning...i feel His caress...i wince...then something new... heat...it is close...so very close...my mind races to pinpoint the heat so very near to me... my mind once clouded now clears...as the sweltering heat is pressed hard into my flesh... into the right cheek of my ass...my god the pain...the deep scalding heat and pain... with every bit of strength i have left i fight as i pull...harder then ever before...the restraints cut deeper into me...the flesh of my ankles and wrists gives way and the blood pours out like rain... still i fight...my screams cut into my parched throat...as i cannot take this anymore...wailing.. ."Oooohhh... Ggggodd... nnooo... please...nnoo"...gasping for air as it feels as all of my breath has been sucked out of me...it is hard to breath...everything dims... as i lose focus...on the brink of darkness...the iron is removed...a bucket of water is poured onto my flesh...it does no good...the pain swells deep...i can fight no more...i cannot move... my arms and legs feel so very heavy...the leather bites my bloodied flesh...i am on the verge of unconsciousness...still the deep pain inside of me builds...a tension that begs to be released...His tongue reaches out for my flesh...the charred flesh bleeds below His mouth...as He licks me...i wince...too weak to move...His mouth lapping at the marks left by His hand...He moves lower...licking and caressing my battered skin so gently with His tongue that a heated passion burns within me...i relax to His touch...want it...need it...crave it...He moves lower...offering His mouth to my heated sex...glistening wet with the nectar caused by Him... for only He has brought me to this level of understanding...only He can release this desire in me...my legs tremble as i try to spread them wider...the tip of His tongue finding my flower... tasting and exploring every part of my sexual being...each part tasted unknown to me before now awake and alive with the shock of electricity that courses deep inside my soul... His soul...for i now completely belong to Him...i writhe now not from pain...but from desire... wanting Him to suck...taste feel every inch of me...to make me shudder and squirm in ecstasy... His tongue probes inside of me...as i clamp around Him...wanting to never let Him go...

Licking endlessly until she presses back hard against My tongue...her aching apparent both in her actions...and her gushing juices...spilling upon My face...coating My lips and chin profusely with its sweetness...I pull away from her and watch her ass and sex churn away at the air...her need great yet left unattended...I walk to the rack on the wall and bring forth a double wooden prod...two phallic devices set close to each other protruding off a smooth board of black cherry wood...I also bring a container of a jelly like substance...opening the container... I dip in My fingers and coat both phallics...then move close to her...sliding both devices against her churning openings...the smaller of the two prods at the entrance to her ass... the larger at the gaping entrance of her seething sex...pressing forward...I move them deep within her...looking to dominique...she quickly comes to My side...holding the handles at the ends of the outer board...moving the device in small circles as I walk to the front of her... reaching down and taking her hair in My hand I lift her face to look into her eyes...and see a mind controlling desire...I reach to My pants...undoing them... pulling out My hard pulsing cock...moving it close to her face as her mouth opens...aching to feel Me inside her... I place the tip of My cock on her protruding tongue...as she stretches to engulf My cock... when I see she can stretch no further...I slam forward driving My cock to the back of her throat... passed the gag point...and hold it buried within her...her breathing stopped by the flesh in her mouth...her eyes bulge...begging for air...dominique continues to work the phallic device around...in and out of her aching body...I look to tomas...he slides beneath the table and begins licking her pulsing clit...I pull back and allow her to breathe...then begin rapidly pounding in and out of her throat...on and on it goes...

Pressing hard against His tongue...sweet moans of immense pleasure escape my blood red lips... pushing down against His mouth...feeling the textures of His tongue against my pulsing clit... the warmth and wetness mingled with my own juices...the fine taste buds that move against my heated sex...as He suckles and bites my open flower...i strain for more...loving the new found feeling that He has given to me...as i lift my body up as much as i can... grinding deep towards Him...He pulls away...i continue to grind against a nonexistant tongue... slowly...as He walks away... returning only moments later...teasing my sweet ass... charred... blackened burned flesh yielding to Him...the welts from the pounding of the repeated paddling now red and very raised...He gently caresses my ass with something completely unknown to me...yet i crave it just the same...for He has meant it only for me...i lift up and back...as He presses the device slowly into my ass and sex...both at the same time... i moan once more...louder...deeper...for this feeling is so exquisite...slowly He moves it inside of me...as dominique passes to the rear of me...continuing in His place...i no longer care that it is not at His hand...for He moves closer to me...pulling me up by my hair...my eyes drinking Him...as He controls my every passion and desire...as He smiles...i watch Him undo His pants...reaching in to grab His cock...i look upon Him with great attention as my mouth opens automatically...my tongue slowly moving out of my mouth...as if in offering...He feeds me the tip of His cock...He teases me with it...as i strain to reach closer...to further lick and taste Him...needing it now just as much as He does...moaning so very often as dominique continues to manipulate the device buried deep with in my ass and sex...when i can stretch towards Him no further... and He sees that i am as far as the leathers will allow... He pounds into me...i gasp...the last breath of air in my lungs spent...i cannot breathe...i look up to Him... eyes pleading for breath...i can't choke...i can't gasp...with each pounding thrust into my mouth...the air depleted from me...as He continues to thrust deeply against the back of my throat...my eyes begging for air...He pulls back...as i take a breath...He continues in and out of me as a muffled moan escapes my lips...feeling the mouth of another upon my burning clit...licking feverishly...i continue to suck my Master's cock...as He continues His pounding into me...

As the night's pain and pleasure begins to culminate into an erotic release of unknown sexual bliss for the fair young maiden...I feel the pressure building deep within My soul...My body craving release...My balls churning...My cock pulsing...her body a pit of desire for My demon seed... aching to devour all I have to give...I drive forward deep into her throat...the soft curly hairs pressing against her lips and nose...I look as the device wielded by dominique disappears and reappears endlessly into her body...the aching nether muscles grasping at the withdrawing phallic...pouting outwards...not wanting it to escape her...feeling her body begin to stiffen as her mouth clamps down upon My swollen flesh...sucking Me feverishly as if I will take away her prize...the treasure at the end of the rainbow she needs so desperately...I grab her head and begin slamming deeper into her throat then ever before...triggering both her and My release...as her body spasms with release...a surge of hot viscous fluids explodes raging up the length of My cock...shooting deep within her gulping...wanton mouth...devouring each load of seed as it spurts hot against her throat...her moans of pleasure fill the air as I scream My orgasm to the heavens..."YYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSS.... OOOOOHHHHHH... GGGGOOOOODDDDD... YYYYYEEEEESSSS"... on and on it shoots as each drop is swallowed with a desire born only of the fire wrought on a journey through darkness...

As the night continues...the passion inside of me builds to new found heights...my breasts are raw as my nipples press tight against the table...churning with every stroke of the mouth upon my clit and the device pressed deeply within my ass...i swallow my Master's cock whole as the hair around His groin teases and tickles my lips and nose...the muscles of my throat open up and relax with each thrust that He pounds in against me...feeling Him throb... quake... knowing He will soon find release in me...that i will receive my prize...i grind deeper against the stranger's tongue against me...as i moan continuously so very close to the brink of ecstasy...as i feel Him grab a hold of the back of my head...pounding with a maniacal drive that overwhelms my body and soul...as His seed spills forth...my cries muffled by His flesh.. .as i reach beautiful surrender...His seed shooting into my mouth...down my throat as i swallow every last drop...my sex throbbing in release...my clit aching as it is finally satisfied...

Feeling spent after the sweet pain and pleasure given to the maiden...I withdraw from her mouth... place Myself back inside My black leather pants...I look to tomas and dominique... "untie her...clean and bathe her...scent her...dress her in the finest silken sleepwear...then take her to My bedroom...place her in My bed next to Me...then you two may enjoy the rest of the night"... I squat down in front of the maiden...look into her eyes..."so M'lady...have you enjoyed your journey into darkness?"...with the last vestiges of energy she can muster...she smiles... I stand and walk up the stairs to My room...I undress and move the black gossamer shroud that surrounds the...black silk sheet covered canopy bed...I climb in and wait... relaxing... savoring the memories of this journey into the darkness...

Feeling spent...as He slowly removes Himself from my mouth...the last drop of His demon seed resting upon the corner of my mouth...my tongue reaches out to lap it up...not wanting to waste a single bit...sighing sweetly as tomas and dominique move closer to me...untying my wrists and ankles...lifting me up off of the table...i look at Him with eyes once again shining with the brilliance of a thousand stars...so thankful to Him and all that He has given to me... shown me...as i am lead back to the servants quarters to be cleaned and bathed...i am reminded of the evening with each careful caress of the sponge against my wounds so perfectly inflicted by Him...wincing as they burn...the soap on my charred flesh stings as i cringe... happy in the thoughts of the beautiful pain He has bestowed upon me this night... hoping He will choose to pleasure Himself with me once again soon...lifting my bandaged arms up as tomas places a white silken flowing gown down around my head and body...as dominique tends to bandaging the wounds around my ankles...my wet hair left free around my face as He prefers...the sweet scent applied to my hair and body once more as i am led back into the castle...up the stairs to His bedroom...the covers pulled back as i join Him there... laying close next to Him...the pain of the brand still throbbing...i carefully move as close as i can to be next to Him...gently closing my eyes...as i drift off to sweet slumber...dreaming of the many wonderful tortures yet to come...