Tightly Bound

The master watched from the corner of the basement, the light was on in the basement yet he blended in easily with the other equipment, the harsh light of the basement unable to penetrate the depths of the dungeon. The priest had not noticed him as the master sat crouched observing the two. The master had ulterior motives for being there of course, the priest was one of his most regular clientele but he was also one of his most emotionally unstable as he watched the priest whip Elizabeth. Her screams of pain filling the room like so many other occasions. Such a strange child he thought to himself quietly, resilient to the point of stupidity but for what reason? Most of his other slaves had cracked after day 3 but this one, this one was still going and it was reaching up to the seven-day mark. Her unnatural behaviour irked him somewhat. Suddenly the priest grabbed a hold of Elizabeth with two hands as he began to strangle her. Her gasping breaths filling the rooms as his thumbs crushed her windpipe. The master's eye's slitted in anger as he unfurled himself fully from his hiding spot in the corner. His arms shaking in anger as his breathing became harsh. No, he would not let this happen again he wouldn't let Elizabeth die again he thought to himself as he strode across the room silently and purposefully, like a lion circling its prey silently, waiting for a chance to strike out. He would not be responsible for another death.

"Enough!" the master roared, his voice booming out and reverberating around the whole room.

The priest looked up suddenly, a look of shock evident on his face as his hold on Elizabeth loosened slightly. The master's fist crashed into the side of the priest's face, the impact causing the priest to reel backs. The priest growled as he crouched, springing forward suddenly, he charged at the master tackling him to the floor. The master wrestled with the priest, but it was quite clear that the priest was clearly the stronger of the two as he slowly pinned the master to the floor. His eye's aflame with anger, as his knee pressed into the master's throat. The master tried to struggle against his father but he was clearly pinned as he felt the oxygen slowly become cut off from hody ody as his vision began to swim. His head spinning.

"Get off him. NOW." A booming voice said from above the landing.

The priest looked up to where the voice came from. A dark haired girl stood at the top of the balcony, revolver in hand, pointed at the priest. The dark haired girl thumbed the hammer of the revolver. The priest looked up at her, his eyes wild with loathing. The sound of the click resounding throughout the room, that was now silent except for the priests ragged breathing as he regained his composure. Slowly the priest got up off the master, releasing his vice like grip that he had. The master coughed violently as oxygen filled his body once again, rolling away from the priest he slowly got to his feet. He looked the priest in the eye as the two eyed each other with loathing and disgust.

"Begone father, you are no longer welcome in my household. Go back to your whores and sinners before I do something I may regret." The master said, his voice calm yet cold.

The priest looked at the master then at the brunette, his eyes flashing wildly in the bright light. Snorting contemptuously he turned on his heel and left after gathering his clothes that lay strewn around the cold floor of the basement. The master stood where he was, fixed at looking at an imaginary object on the far wall as the priest climbed the stairs, he paused at the top landing and turned around as if to say something, but instead held his tongue and left.

The master walked over to the still figure of Elizabeth, still tightly bound to the wooden circle. Her lifeless body slumped against its restraints. Feeling tentatively for a pulse along her carotid artery he felt it. Weak and thready but still inevitably a pulse it pulsed against his fingers. Untying her from the restraints that bound her body the master lifted her limp body up effortlessly and carried her up the stairs.

Erin felt her body falling, down into the abyss. She was surrounded by darkness but for once in her life she felt herself at peace, free and at ease. Free from pain and torture. The serenity of the darkness enveloped her as she spread her arms wide, welcoming the darkness. Floating downward Erin began to reminisce about the past events that happened prior to her demise. The inexplicable link between pleasure and pain. Although she was afraid to admit it, giving into her emotions was perhaps one of the most freeing experiences of her life and it scared her. He was not one of these monsters who tortured her for no reason. But then there was Natasha, such a strange woman, so alluring, so sensual. She had never felt this way about anyone before, was this what they meant when they say love? But how can that be? I have never had any feelings for anyone of the same sex she bemused to herself, but hiding my feelings from this woman would just go against everything that I have been taught. Taught? She thought to herself sarcastically, I would never have thought to use that word in a place such as this, but deep down she could not help but feel in debt to these monsters. Without them she would be still leading her shallow insignificant life. Fantasising about something that would never materialise and eventually dying alone and bitter, how she had feared that. But what of the master? She shivered inwardly at the thought of him. He still intimidated her somewhat, his 'aura' that he gave off was as alluring as it was scary.

"Let go of your life, let go of your dreams, let go of it all, you belong to him and he will kill you when he wishes. Only then can you let go and breathe. Only when you have been broken, can you begin to rebuild"

Natasha's voice floated from within the black abyss as she filled in the gaps in her cryptic message. Surrounding her as the mantra chanted continuously. Erin closed her eyes and breathed deeply giving her body free reign over the circulating emotions that were in turmoil. She felt a sudden rush of euphoria and a release, like she had just been holding her breath for a long period of time and this was her first breath. Like she was reborn. It tasted sweet as her body tingled all over from the sensation.

The master laid the naked Erin down on his bed. He had tended to her bad wounds that were bleeding, dressing them with fresh gauze with the aid of Natasha. Natasha looked on from behind the master as he lay her down on his bed, her face a look of worry. The master turned around to Natasha, gently guiding her towards the door, she needed rest now, there was nothing more they could do. If she wanted to live then it was in her hands now.

Erin opened her eyes and took a big gulp of air. The air burned her neck as the pain shot through her weary body. She tentatively took a shallow breath of air, the pain was still there but at least it was more bearable. She stretched her lithe body, it ached in so many places but she didn't care. It felt so good to be alive as she gazed up at the ceiling, the vivid colours hurting her eyes as she gazed around the room with childlike glee. Her arms and legs were not bound as well so she was able to luxuriate in the comfort of her freedom as she moved them underneath the sheets of the king sized bed. The smooth feeling of satin against her bare skin sending shivers up her spine. A barely audible click was heard and the bedroom door swung open. The master walked in dressed in a bathrobe holding a tray with breakfast upon it. He looked at her in relief as he put the breakfast down on the table next to the bed, sitting himself down on the end of the bed.

"Ah Elizabeth it is so good to see you back in the mortal realm once again, I had feared for your life earlier." The master said smiling at Elizabeth.

Erin looked at the master but felt no animosity towards him as she had on previous occasions. Instead she looked upon him with a certain reverence that she would normally have reserved for religious gods. Even now as he talked to her casually she could feel his power, it was quite intimidating at how easily he could crush her if he so wished. Smiling weakly she replied:

"Yes it is good to be alive once again, to serve you as your slave."

The master looked at her with a smirk, looking for any signs of sarcasm but found none. Such a strange girl, he thought to himself, has she finally cracked? Leaning forward, he impulsively kissed Elizabeth on the lips, she did not flinch as he had originally thought she would as her lips flowered open, her tongue hungrily searching for his. The master's hand went to her face, stroking her cheek softly, her eyelids and her face. Feeling the contours of it like a blind man would identify a person. His hands moved down her body, stroking her neck as he felt the smooth silkiness of her skin, much like wet velvet. His lips moved away from their embrace, moving down her neck as he gently nibbled at her soft fragrant skin. His hands gently exploring further down as they stroked and glided across her nipples, gently feeling the tautness of her erect nipple between thumb and forefinger. Elizabeth groaned softly as she felt his tongue on her neck gently tickling it softly, much like a feather would to her skin. Grabbing the back of his head she pushed his head into her neck as she corkscrewed her body. Ignoring the pain that shot up through her body as she felt his teeth clamp down on her neck sucking hard. Elizabeth moaned louder as she felt tremors of pleasure shoot through her body, his hands exploring her body, searching, always searching like it were a second pair of eyes. Elizabeth's hands pulled at the belt holding his bathrobe intact, undoing the tie and pushing the robe off his shoulders, even though she didn't find the master as sexually alluring as Natasha, her heart still skipped a beat as she looked upon his naked body on top of her. He had a magnificently sculptured body, with his broad shoulders, well-muscled chest and hairless physique. Elizabeth closed her eyes as she ran her hands down his body, feeling his body much like he had felt hers earlier. Revelling in its suppleness and raw sexuality that it oozed. His aura was strong as it surrounded her, intoxicating her senses with its power.

She arched her back as his lips traced a line down her stomach, drunk with the endorphin's that coursed through her body, numbing the pain temporarily. She felt the master's tongue slide down her belly and across her abdomen, tickling the fine pubic hair as it went lower to explore her depths. Erin closed her eyes as she freed her body, she felt the masters tongue slide in between her lips as her breath quickened. Tremors of pleasure travelled up her spine, which quickly turned into waves. Erin felt herself riding on an orgasmic wave of bliss that quickly built in crescendo as her moans became louder, the master's tongue playing a staccato rhythm against her clitoris that increased in tempo with her increasing moans of pleasure. Erin came in a shudder, her limbs flailing as her hips pumped against his mouth her groans of pleasure surprising even herself in its volume and force. Afterwards she lay there breathless as the master slowly stood up, his erection throbbing in time to his heart.

"Well slave?" He said, his cold look staring straight through to her soul.

Erin bowed her head as a smirk crossed her face, crawling over towards him she took him in her mouth as he towered over her, his fingers entwining in her hair as she continued to pleasure the master. A soft moan escaped the master's mouth as she deep throated him, his head tickling the back of her throat as she continued to swallow him over and over again. She felt the master's hand move to the back of her head, guiding her as she continued to pleasure him, her tongue flickering against his shaft, like a snake would taste the air. Erin withdrew herself from him as she gripped him tightly, sliding up and down, the mixture of secretions from both of them providing the lubricant needed as she slid up and down his handle with increased rate as he moaned softly, his knees quivering from the pleasure.

The masters groans became louder as Erin alternated between the two forms of pleasure, Erin looked up at the master, his eye's were rolled back, only the whites were showing as his mouth was slightly parted, his breathing laboured as soft moans emitted every now and then. She felt the masters hands on the back of her head pulling her up, reluctantly she did as he bid drawing herself up to him until she was eye to eye with him. She looked into his eye's they were calm; green and serene, like the eye of a storm. They did not show any animosity like she had seen on many occasions before.

"Come Elizabeth, let me show you why people never leave this house after tasting the forbidden fruit that lies within. Do not forget that it was not the snake that was punished in the Garden of Eden, it was humanity's desire of the fruit that started our downward spiral as the human race. Our weakness, can in turn be our strength. Free your mind and give in to me. Let us be as one so that I can show you true pleasure."

Erin looked at the master; his body rippled with unforeseen power that she could only begin to comprehend. Closing her eye's she crawled into his embrace, like a child would to a parent. His arms enfolded her as his mouth found hers, their lips interlocking as his tongue explored the hidden crevices of her mouth, breaking their embrace as he licked at her ear, nibbling gently on her lobe. Erin could feel his erection straining against her lower belly as she softly stroked it, her long fingers delicately sliding up the silky skin and along his length. The master gently lowered her down onto the bed as his lips nuzzled her neck, Erin groaned softly as she exposed more of her neck to him. The master positioned himself outside her entrance; Erin hymen was still intact, as she had never had a sexual partner before, a quiver of pleasure ran through the master's body as he slowly entered her. Breaking the hymen, allowing his engorged member to accustom itself to her before sliding in inch by inch until he was inside her. Erin let out a little whimper of pain when she felt her hymen being broken a thin trail of blood trickling down her thigh to become quickly absorbed by the sheets. She could feel him deep inside her; it was perhaps one of the most exquisite moments she had ever felt as he gently guided himself in and out. She closed her eyes as she wrapped her legs around his hips, the feeling of him so tight against her inside sent her emotions haywire as tears sprang to her eye's. She had always fantasised about how her first time would be, but she would never have imagined that it would be as ethereal as this. It felt like the world held its breath in baited anticipation, that time was frozen waiting for this moment. The master looked at her, like he had the first time they had met over a week ago. His eye's clear and flawless, his face a look of elegant beauty, like a black stallion. As his body towered over her, his powerful shoulders supporting his weight with ease as his tanned skin shone from sweat, he looked like a god.

A single teardrop fell from her face down her cheek, the master looked at it with what Erin comprehended curiosity. Silently, he stooped down and kissed it, kissing the other tear as Erin's eyelids fluttered shut. Erin had become accustomed to his size by now as he slid in and out of her with increased fervour, in time she thrust her hips towards him with each thrust he made. The pain quickly replaced now by pleasure. The master had stopped being gentle now as he drove into her with increased speed, quenching his urges. Erin was close to coming as well as her moans competed with that of the masters. Gradually getting louder until the room was filled with their wails of pleasure. The master was first to come, Erin could feel his seed shoot deep within her, triggering an orgasm from her as her muscles convulsed spasmodically from the pleasure, her hips bucking against his uncontrollably.

Sticky and exhausted the two lovers held each other as sleep overcame them. For once Erin dreamt of open fields and green pastures, a place of peace and tranquility.