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He walked down the dimly lit passage, greysilk slaves falling to prostrate form unnoticed as determination carried him to the last chamber door on the right. Standing before it for a moment, the tharlarion oil lamp striking the curve of his upper lip, catching the near sneer in stark relief as heavy hand thundered the heavy wood forward.

His eyes seemed to glow as he took in the sight of the girl, small chain depending from the steel of her collar keeping her as-good-as naked body close to the floor. She startled with a whimper as she tried to rise to her knees, but was thwarted by his foot pressing into the small of her back, No words were spoken as he loosed a thickly braided whip from the belt of his tunic until he rained hot torrents of fire upon her flesh.

She cried out in bewilderment and pain, thrashing as her mind sought some sense of balance and reason. Remembering the gentle lover who had kissed her lips as if she'd been made of porcelain only the night before, she could not reconcile this. Still he continued, making red angry marks across her shapely thighs, shredding the fabric of the inky silks and leaving line after line on fine high bottom.

The girl moaned as he reached down, thick fist twining through waves of dark hair as he lifted her handily, flipping her over, the chain lying across the collar on her throat. Without a sound he continued, laying his whip over mounds of creamy white breasts, tearing the silks asunder as dark round nipples came erect with the kiss of his torment. Her blue eyes filled, pleading whimpers and soft screams piercing the night air as his own eyes reflected only skill and finesse and cold calculation.

Down the whip bore, over her belly, down her thighs until, with a kick, he parted them. Never breaking the skin he left crisscrosses and interesting patterns in her flesh as he brought the whip closer and closer to slaveheat. She arched, fingers gripping for purchase and finding none and no relief as he stuck her body again and again, making her writhe and dance.

As quickly as he started he tossed the whip to the other side of the room and knelt to release her chain. Yanking her by the hair he pulled her to the thick furs of the sleeping platform and refastened her spread eagled. She looked up at him with tears coursing down her cheeks, flushed and confused as he bent and lovingly suckled one nipple into his mouth. Softly, insistently his lips and tongue took her in and she rose high to him. As she did he pushed her down again and reached for the other nipple, pinching it, twisting it hard in between finger and thumb and she squealed in a high pitch tone.

His fingers found her core wet and hot as he released her nipple, eyeing her coolly, judging her every response. A slight smile of satisfaction played across his full lips as she tried to capture him within, tugging at his fingers with clenched muscles as he found her very center and brought her to a fevered pitch. She could not control her hips. She bucked and writhed to the limit of her restraints. Her sound took on a desperate urgency and her eyes closed tight as every muscle trembled.

She shook her head moments after realizing he wasn't there anymore. Crying out in frustration she saw him heading to the door and screamed "whyyyyyyyyyyy, Master, whyyyyyyyyy?????"

He turned for just one moment and smiled.

"Because", he said, "I can".

And the heavy door slammed shut.

~~ pyxi{OcL}

story © Copyright 2004 by pyxi{OcL} of #the-Lara-inn, all rights reserved, used by permission of the Authoress.

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