The Master of Her Fate

A/N: Holy GOD it's been a long time since I updated! Sorry guys, life has been hectic for me the last few months and the words just haven't been flowing. Thanks to all who gave me good reviews, and I'll try to update more frequently out of gratitude.

The Master of Her Fate

Chapter 5: The Punishment

Anna trembled on the bed as she heard the warlord walk back to the door. What on earth could he possibly need Tharona and Nakree for? Was she to be flogged by three whips at once? Beaten by all three of them? No, no, that didn't fit with what he'd done so far at all. She lay on the furs and waited fearfully as she heard two sets of soft footsteps join his. There was a moment of conversation, too low for her to catch, and then a soft female laugh. Why were they laughing? What was going on?

The flap swept open and he strode in, leading Tharona and Nakree. Both were naked, and for some reason, they looked . . . excited. As though they were anticipating some great treat. Gods, she must have completely misjudged them in the baths. If they were so happy at the prospect of punishing her, they must be just as cruel as he was.

"You will learn to submit," said the Warlord, coming to the side of the bed and standing over her. "I know what you think of me, Anna. You expect me to beat you and rape you, and you think you're prepared to deal with it." He smiled grimly. "But the punishments I give are far more devious, and be sure, you will not be able to resist forever." He nodded to Tharona and Nakree, and the two woman lay down on either side of her. Tharona slid her hand under Anna's head and gently cradled it, her other moving down to lightly rub the other woman's stomach, and Nakree propped herself up on one elbow so that she could stare down at Anna. Those beautiful green eyes were different now, somehow, then they had been in the bath. Something sparkled in those turquoise orbs that hadn't been there before. It looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

Then Nakree leaned down suddenly and pressed a kiss to Anna's lips, and she knew. Heat was what filled the redhead's eyes, the same heat that always filled the Warlord's when he looked at her. "Mmph!" she said into the kiss, her protest muffled by Nakree's soft lips. This wasn't right! It wasn't natural! Women didn't kiss each other! Tharona's hand beneath her head tightened into a fist, tangling in her hair and holding her steady. Nakree's tongue slipped into her mouth and caressed her own with a skill that somehow surpassed the warlord's mind-shattering kisses. Anna whimpered, and right on cue, she felt her traitorous body respond. Especially when Tharona's hand on her stomach moved up, gently cupping one of her breasts.

Garshan watched, his eyes burning with lust, as Tharona pressed her lips beneath Anna's ear. The girl shivered, and a tiny moan slipped out of her mouth, stifled quickly, but still there. Nakree took Anna's lower lip between her teeth and pulled on it gently, and another moan slipped out as the kiss broke.

"Stop," begged Anna. "Please, just stop." Was there no shred of decency that they wouldn't take from her? To be forced to enjoy another woman's touch. . . it was horrible. But enjoy it she did, she couldn't deny that. Nakree began to kiss her neck as Tharona did, the two women working in perfect harmony, tracing their lips up and down either side, sending chills all through Anna's body. They pressed close to either side, smooth skin and lithe curves sliding along her body, and she shuddered. Tharona cupped one breast, Nakree cupped the other, and their skilled lips moved down, making a trail of gentle kisses across her collarbones, until they hovered just above her breasts. She could feel their hot breath on her nipples, and there was no restraining the moan now. Together, they lowered their mouths onto her nipples and began to gently suck, their tongues flicking back and forth across the tips of the swollen nubs. Anna arched off the bed, throwing her head back and giving a soft cry. Her eyes turned unbidden to the warlord, and she saw with a start that he had removed his loincloth. His manhood stood hard and proud in front of him, and she wanted it. Badly. Anna closed her eyes and bit her lip until blood came, fighting back the urge to beg him to take her.

Tharona and Nakree worked at her nipples for an unbearable amount of time, teasing them with their tongues until she thought she might explode. But the torment was just beginning, because now they were kissing down the sides of her body, their lush curves sliding down her thighs, and now their mouths hovered on either side of her swollen, aching loins. Two mouths kissed up and down her thighs, across her stomach, and over the smooth curves of her hips, each kiss sending fire through her body. "Please!" she choked out, unable to stop herself. "Oh, please!"

The two women purred smugly and kept teasing her, driving her deeper and deeper into a burning hell of lust. Her mind fogged and she thrashed on the bed, trying to force one of their kisses to hit her pussy, but they knew what they were doing, and none ever did. Anna cried out, moaned, and whimpered, her chest heaving, and then suddenly the warlord's incredible eyes were right above hers, boring down into her and making her even more aroused.

"Please, what?" he said, his hand slipping under her head. Those powerful fingers tightened in her hair, she felt the pull, and she cried out again, sure she was going to die from the need that filled her. "S-stop torturing me!" she gasped out, and tears began to fill her eyes as she realized he'd won again. "P-please!"

He held up a hand and the other two wives stopped, their lips inches away from her pussy. "If you want this to stop, you know what you have to do," he said. "Call. Me. Master."

She turned her face away, closing her eyes. What did it matter, really? They had proven to her just how much of a harlot she was. Her body, that hated thing, knew what her mind refused to admit. "M-master," she said, tears flowing freely now. "Master, p-please. Take me. End this t-torture."

There. She'd done it. The last vestige of her decency was gone. She looked up at him and saw a warm smile on his face. "Good girl," he whispered. Then his face turned stern again. "That's not enough, though. You've fought me too much tonight. I need proof of your submission." He stood and placed a foot on the bed above her head, lowering his body so that his prodigious manhood swung just above her lips. "Suck me," he commanded.

For a long moment Anna stared at him incredulously, but then she lifted her head and her tongue trailed over the tip of his manhood. Why resist anymore? He'd broken her. Besides, she could taste something on his tip, something musky and wild, and it thrilled her to her core. She licked him again and he made a soft sound of pleasure that sent a line of fire through her body, right to her pussy. She kept licking him, exploring the veins and ridges of his shaft, then flicking her tongue across his head. The big man shuddered, and a sense of delicious power filled her. She, a little woman who couldn't even lift a sword, had made the strongest man in the north shudder! A small smile came to her lips and she flicked his head again, loving how it made him react. "Like this, M-master?" she asked, stumbling only slightly over the word.

"Yes," he said, and the husky lust in his voice made her thighs quiver. "Like that." He reached down then and pulled Nakree up by her fiery hair, placing her face beside Anna's. "Show her what to do."

"Yes, Master," said Nakree, grinning impishly. She turned Anna's head and kissed her, then guided her lips back to his manhood. "Watch what I do, and then do the same." She pulled his wide head into her mouth and sucked it hard, turning her head back and forth, and he gasped, leaning heavily against the headboard as his knees trembled. Nakree popped his cock back out of her mouth, gave the tip a quick lick, and then held it down before Anna's face. Carefully, she opened her mouth and took him into it, trying to imitate Nakree exactly without hitting him with her teeth. She had a feeling there would be hell to pay if she accidentally bit him. That musky taste was back in her mouth, much thicker and stronger now, and she moaned slightly. "That's good," said Nakree, her hand slowly stroking along his shaft. "Keep doing it, just like that." Anna obeyed, lashing her tongue back and forth across his tip and sucking as hard as she could. She felt him swell, and then whimpered in disappointment as he pulled back. Nakree didn't stop stroking him, and her grin widened as she pressed her face close to Anna's. "Open your mouth," she said, "And close your eyes." Anna did as she was told.

The Master made a strangled sound, somewhere between a growl and a moan, and then suddenly his seed sprayed out, splashing into her mouth, across her cheeks, and between her eyes. Anna gasped in surprise. She hadn't been expecting this, and she tried instinctively to turn away, but Nakree's hand was in her hair, forcing her to take every drop of his seed.

"Isn't it yummy?" whispered Nakree, as the last drop fell onto Anna's throat. Anna started to disagree, but then she stopped. His seed had the same musky, wild taste as his manhood, but stronger, sweeter, and it was thick and warm in her mouth. She rather liked it. Anna swallowed what he'd given her and licked off her lips. Her eyes stayed closed, for there was a line of seed across them and she was afraid it would hurt them. But then she felt Nakree's tongue moving over her face, licking her eyes clean, and she dared open them at last.

The sight of Nakree above her was one of the most arousing she'd ever seen. The Master's seed had splashed onto her as well, and it coated her cheeks, making her look absolutely sinful. She bent and kissed Anna deeply, sharing the taste of the Master's seed on their tongues, and the younger woman moaned loudly. Her arousal was worse than ever and she strained at the ropes, needing satisfaction. Pulling away from Nakree's kiss, she turned her glazed eyes to the warlord. "Please, Master," she whispered. "Please, I can't take it anymore." He nodded, a smile on his face, and then moved around, kneeling beside Tharona. She felt his tongue move over her pussy and she whimpered, arching off the bed. Then she felt Tharona's breath as well, and her eyes widened as the older woman's tongue found it's way onto her clit. Somehow, the two of them were both licking her at the same time, one on either side, and it was beyond ecstasy. The climax rose with a force that shocked her, exploding through her body in a great burning shower of pleasure.

"Gods! Oh, Gods! Yes!" she shouted, heedless of who might hear. Her juices squirted out of her, coating Garshan and Tharona's lips, and then suddenly he stood and filled her with his cock, which amazingly was still hard. Anna yipped with pleasure as he thrust into her forcefully, filling her over and over again. Tharona had moved up on the bed to lay beside her, and the blonde woman's hand crept between Anna's legs, rubbing her swollen clit and making the pleasure that much more intense. Both Tharona and Nakree kissed and licked Anna's face, cleaning his seed from her, and she trembled beneath them, lost in sensations so powerful she didn't have words to describe them. She came, and then came again, as the Master's thick manhood filled her and Tharona's hand worked at her clit. Then she felt him swell inside her and heard his groan. His seed sprayed out, warm and thick, and she came one last time, more intense than any other, thrashing beneath him. It seemed to go on forever, the most amazingly wonderful sensation she'd ever felt, and then he collapsed atop her, his weight pressing her down onto the bed, and it was over.

For a long time, the four of them just lay there. Garshan and Anna were completely spent, floating in a pink haze, while Tharona and Nakree were content to watch their Master and their newest lover rest. They reached out and undid Anna's bonds, and she immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. She had given in, and it had been the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt. She knew she'd never be able to resist him again. Somehow, as she drifted off to sleep, that thought didn't bother her as much as it should have.

A/N: And there we go, the long-awaited update! You may now applaud. *Listens to crickets* Okay, I guess not. Hopefully it was worth the wait, though, please let me know.