Releasing The Slave Within

Releasing the slave within

Part two: The maze, and beyond

By Gemma Jones

Andrew wondered to himself why those two tiny words had him shuddering to his very core, his Lady who had him locked up in her castle, (well he had never once tried to escape) after she had found him, in a near death state with no food, no clean clothes or water being drenched by the pouring rain. But now he kneeled at her feet not yet broken in but ready to serve. Biting his lip he asked the obvious question.

"M-my Lady, what is the maze?"

"Shut up slut, you're about to find out!" Lady Rynn grabbed him tightly by the hair and began to drag him toward the dungeon. She threw him through the door, Andrew fell to his knees facing the archway he had seen the first time he had stumbled across the dungeon that seemed an age ago now. Just then another thought hit him, that arch was also where the tentacles had come from, a feeling of panic washed over him, he looked up at his Lady, before he could protest she began to speak, her words were like pure music to his ears.

"Welcome to the maze, like most other mazes it has twists and turns and dead ends, but in true ME style it also contains a few surprises, you can expect you bump into uneven surfaces, whips, red ants, razor wire and," she paused for effect, "hmmm, tentacles!" Andrew drew in a sharp breath, his eyes wide in terror, intrigue and surprise, there was more. "Did I mention you're in complete darkness?" He shook his head, she continued. "But, dear Slave, you are given one 'life' you may ask at absolutely any point during your time in the maze for the lights to be switched on, and they shall at my command stay lighting your way for 10 seconds, after that you will be plunged into darkness. Oh yes and you have 35 minutes to complete the maze or you'll be locked in all night with whatever…pleasantries you happen to bump into, enjoy!”

Sharply Lady Rynn pushed him through the archway, the darkness surrounded his as the door disappeared behind him, strengthening his other senses Andrew listened, silence rang in his ears. He bit his lip and look a left, gently feeling his way along the uneven stone walls until he felt the wall take a sharp right, following it he walked right into some tightly twisted razor wire. Feeling his hand being torn by the sharp metal he whimpered in pain.

"Slave," Lady Rynn whispered from above his head, he looked up, but couldn't see her, "keep on moving slave the more time you take..." And she was gone. Andrew bit his lip hard trying to concentrate on one pain, and stepped away from the wire reaching timidly out with both hands he felt along both walls. He carefully put one foot in front of the other, he could feel her presence, and when he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck the hairs there prickled.

"M-my Lady?" he stammered, "is that you?" No answer came only a guttural moan.

"Nuuuuuuhhhhhrrrrr!" And Andrew's hands were seized forcing him to his knees in fear, shaking. The thing let his arms go and he made for an escape he barely managed to bring one knee up when his ankle was roughly tugged back, forcing his legs apart, scratching the skin of his knees clean away and forcing a yell of helplessness from his lips. The thing wrapped its fat little fingers around Andrew's slender waist and in one smooth, (and very painful) movement the thing pulled Andrew back onto its huge cock. "Nuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmhhhhhhhp!" it said drawing yet more strength from Andrew's screams of agony.

"My apologies, my dear slave, did I not mention the ogre we have in the maze?” Rynn said from high above, her words barely entered his head; only the pain had that option right now, as it ripped through his body and into his mind threatening to explode. The ogre began to thrust up into Andrew's bowels violating his insides, forcing him to dry retch. Mercifully the ogre was pleased with the feel of Andrew's young ass wrapped tightly around his enormous cock and spilled his languid seed quickly over Andrew's torn ass and his heaving chest as the thing receded into darkness, leaving him gasping for breath in a sweaty heap on the cold, clammy floor.

Andrew began to sob as he felt a hand clasp his own, he tried to pull away thinking instantly the ogre had returned for more, unsatisfied. But the hand stayed, its fingers entwining with his, looking up he saw his Lady kneeling, a slight look of concern flashed over her delicate features and then was gone. She tugged slightly on his hand, gently helping him to his feet, it proved a little too much, too soon and he sagged his used body into her waiting arms, lavishing in the feeling of her soft robes and skin and her gentile perfume. Lady Rynn gently reminded him he had to keep moving and that he still had his ‘life'.

“P-please, My Lady.” He stammered, “may I use it now?” Looking timidly at her face, unable to focus on her intense eyes.

“Why yes of course, my dear slave.” With those words the lights came on, turning to thank his Lady but noting her gone he took it as a hint to continue as somewhere in the distance a clock ticked away the ten seconds as if someone were tugging on the hands of the clock, willing the time away. Andrew's eyes adjusted quickly to the light and he turned as many corners as he could before the clock stopped ticking and once again the maze, and his life were devoid of light.

He had seen enough to reach the next bend and know the only way around was a right, as he took it a sudden whirring sound began, loud and piercing and just as suddenly as it began the source became apparent when whips started beating at Andrew's flesh fast and merciless, unsure of how to stop it he stood still, whimpering and sobbing gently from the lashes that kissed his tender flesh, some bled, the warm blood pooling at his feet. They appeared to be motion detecting, Andrew decided to make a run for it figuring that dropping to his knees and crawling would take up too much precious time.

As he ran, the piercing noise started up again and he felt several angry slaps before they ceased and the maze fell eerily silent once more. As Andrew passed yet another bend he began to feel an itch at his ankles, dismissing it due to a lack of time to scratch he paced on. But the itch spread up, higher and very soon it had engulfed both legs, and continued higher. As the itch turned to sting it occurred to Andrew that this must be the ants that his Lady had spoken of, and surely enough as he brushed against a pain in his leg they crawled over his hand instilling panic into him.

Stumbling forward he heard footsteps, freaking, he began to run and bumped into a wall, covered in razor wire. Taking a step back Andrew sighed unable to cope any longer, bleeding, covered in come and ants he sat heavily on the floor and sobbed.

“My Lady,” he cried, reaching out his hands, a feeling of emptiness and helplessness befell him, “please, My Lady, help me.” Andrew felt her familiar hands gently grasp his own, pull him gently to his feel and lead him through another archway, not far from where he had sat. As her perfume filled his head with feelings of safety from the evil that lay hidden in these walls, he heard water. Soon after he felt it.

The warming spray gently ran over his abused skin, his hands still in hers he felt all that covered him wash away, soaking his long hair, his whole body soothing his ragged soul. His lady gently ran her hands over him, never seeming to get wet from that rapid back-spray of the water, she ensured his safety before disappearing, along with the water into darkness leaving him once more alone in the darkness.

Andrew quickly continued, his brief encounter with his lady had given him a little extra confidence, feeling out he cut his feet on yet more razor wire, he grimaced but continued, after several steps he felt an opening in the rough walls, feeling his way through he noted a single candle dimly lighting up two heavy wooden doors fitted into the stone archways, each were marked with a different symbol protruding from the ancient wood, Andrew approached them, gently brushing his fingers over the symbol on the left door, it looked like an inverted ‘U' with the right prong longer than its counter part and two horizontal notches striking it near the end. Pressing his ear to the door, Andrew heard nothing, slowly pacing to the second picking up the candle as he did and again running his torn fingers over the second symbol. Leaving a bloody trail, a dark reminder to any poor soul who might follow him into the maze someday of the horrors that lay within its twists and turns.

The second symbol was looked like a curved ‘E' its middle strikes starting at the centerline heading away and then bending sharply down. Andrew frowned not knowing the meaning or significance of either symbol but knowing that he had to choose a door, he stepped back and looked from one door to another. Taking a deep breath and a good solid grip on his candle he chose the first door, on the left. Paced toward it and turned the heavy handle.

Stepping into the room he saw it to be empty, built from large stone bricks, water seemed to drop from some unseen crack. Suddenly, forcing Andrew to jump the door blew shut behind him, extinguishing his candle cruelly, as he watched the flame turn to smoke and even the red hot ember on the end of the wick fizzle to nothing, he knew he had chosen the wrong room, and that soon became clear when he heard a noise to familiar and yet so unknown. Stone, against stone. It filled him with dread, a terror far beyond any he had ever known, and as he stood there in the pitch black, he felt it.

Stifling a girlish scream Andrew opted for the run tactic, trying to turn as the thing that had grabbed him in his very first visit to the dungeon wrapped its slimy self once again around Andrew's ankles. He was pulled to the floor just seconds before he was able to reach the door. Brutally, he was wrenched to the center of the room, struggling and kicking with every ounce of fight and strength he had. This only encouraged more to snake their way around him, around his other ankle, his knees, hips, waist, arms, elbows and even his neck, until struggling became impossible, pointless.

Once again Andrew was forced to resign to his fate. And as the first tentacle roughly teased at his abused ass, he realized there was no escape until these things had had their fill of him.

The tentacle at his ass suddenly rammed itself into his waiting ass, as Andrew attempted to scream in pain one was rammed deep into his throat, stopping any noise that may have escaped dead where it began. Andrew gagged on it clenching and unclenching his fists as his breathing was now restricted not only by the tentacle in his mouth but also the one around his neck, turning his face into a deep shade of crimson. Another wrapped itself around his cock, gently tugging at his foreskin.

Suddenly the lights came on and he realized he was looking right up his lady's skirt as she was stood over him. He blushed with embarrassment that she should see him in this precament, and as he looked into her eyes the tentacle in his ass pulled out and came all over his cock, and abdomen, drenching him in come. The smell of it hit Andrew's nostrils and the strangest sensation overcame him, he felt horny! He wanted the creatures inside him, looking up at his lady Rynn with pleading eyes, begging her through his gag to make another tentacle fuck him. And he was granted his wish with two more that rammed one after the other into his ass forcing him to moan pathetically into his gag.

Soon he began to suck eagerly on the cock shaped tentacle in his mouth, willing it to come just to be able to smell the come again. Before long the tentacle in his mouth withdrew and drenched his masculine face in come, reducing him to nothing more than the tentacles come slut. Instead of feeling humiliated, he moaned and began to beg for more.

“Please, My Lady, may I have another tentacle to suck on? Please I beg you!”

“Oh you are a filthy slut aren't you? You enjoy being fucked by my pets don't you? If you want more you have to beg better than that you filthy whore!”

“Oh, My Lady please make another tentacle fuck my mouth, please give your slut the honor or being fucked by your pets, I beg you!”

At her command another two tentacles plunged into his gaping mouth, and closing his eyes he proceeded instantly to pleasure them with his pierced tongue, making deep grunting animal noises, lost deep in the pleasure of the violent act.

The vines twisted and curled around him, pulling him and stretching him, making him writhe in pleasure as the tentacles inside him touched all the right spots, before long he covered the tentacle wanking him off in his own thick come. It uncurled and became lost somewhere in the tangle of tentacles. He opened his eyes momentarily and noted his Lady stood above him, laughing at him.

“Enjoying yourself slut?” The two in his ass pulled out and drenched him once more in hot spunk and were replaced with three more, ramming in and out of his torn ass, making him moan and toss his head as far back as the tentacle around his neck would allow, in sheer pleasure. Answering her question without words. “Well put on a good show now slut.” Andrew opened his eyes, unable to speak because of his gag; he merely looked up at her beautiful face, puzzled. “Oh, you didn't know?” She went on “you're being filmed slut, people are paying to watch you getting fucked.”

This seemed to do nothing apart from allow the tentacles to spread his legs wider and push deeper into his ass. He continued to be rammed by the tentacles over and over until his chest and legs were covered in come and it was gushing out of his mouth and ass like waterfalls, after being used for so long he began to lose consciousness from the lack of oxygen reaching his brain, and as he orgasmed once more from another tentacle seeing to his hard prick the darkness took over and he went limp.

Sometime later, Andrew woke up in the bed he had first slept in for days when he arrived at Lady Rynn's castle that felt so long ago now. Looking down he saw her, her long red hair spread protectively around her beautiful gothic features. He wondered how she managed to stay so perfect, even now as she slept, her dark lashes rested on her pale cheeks. Thinking back to how the water in the maze seemed to miss her completely, how she commanded everything with such force for someone so young. Andrew sighed down at her, some of his stray hair fell, gently caressing her lips, lips he ached to kiss but knew if he did anything without permission he would be punished.

She stirred, woke and took seconds to come to her senses, not even having to stretch or wipe her sleep-devoid eyes. They sparkled with mischief and love, flashing an eerie shade of red, as she added an evil smile to the equation, thanking the skies that he had a silk sheet covering his manhood Andrew bit his lip. Rynn's smile and eyes drove him wild with desire, as he thought about it, she smiled more, her beautiful crimson lips parted to reveal a perfect set of teeth, blessed with six sharp fangs on the top and four on the bottom. Far from being afraid Andrew reached for his hair, pulled it away from his neck and offered himself to her. His actions pleased her greatly.

“You now realize who, or what I am. Do you not fear me?”

“Yes My Lady, I fear you, but I know that no harm will come of me that I do not wish for or enjoy.”

She took one, slow, calculated step toward the bed, lifting one stocking clad knee onto the bed, always looking through his eyes and into his soul, as her look often did. Placing her hands, on the bed, fingers spread the painted whites of her nails stood out against the red and black of the silk around them. As her other knee joined the other on the bed and she snaked towards him, his neck still bared to her, always looking at him, her fangs bared. She kneeled up, took hold of her silk negligee where it dipped into the valley of her breasts and tore the gentile silk straight down the middle, tearing the dainty straps that caressed her shoulders clean away.

Andrew ran his eyes down her body; she wore nothing apart from a black garter belt, which hooked onto her opaque stockings that caressed her legs gently, a paradox to the way she was acting right now. As another step forward forced Andrew to lie down, she tore the silk sheets away from his wanting body, his erection standing to attention eagerly. Pleased with what she saw, her fangs grew sharper, her claws grew longer a trait brought on from hunting pray who wanted to resist. Straddling him in one fluid motion and letting his huge cock fill her tight hole made them both growl in pleasure. She brought him up, his nose inches from her naked breasts as his member stretched her insides. Rynn's eyes flared red, her kisses became molten lava, brushing over his already hot body, leaving burning trails. Her juices engulfed him, covering his hard prick in searing velvet, as she began to ride him, one arm draped around his neck for support the other running through her hair.

Leaning back Rynn let out a moan, a guttural growl as an orgasm exploded inside her, sending wave after wave of heat and pleasure coursing through her veins, triggering more juices burning Andrew's ever hardening cock with torturing heat. With an evil grin she continued to ride her slut's cock, taking in each of his many inches with an experience of thousands of trained pussies but with the feeling of just one, tight, virgin.

Even as Andrew helplessly filled her cunt with juices minutes later he knew it was too soon and punishment was imminent as she had orgasmed just once. Even as her evil smile turned into a wicked grin and thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance Andrew could not bring himself to resist ashamed with his performance and knowing whatever she had in store would be for his own good.

He was given boxers and abruptly dragged via his hair, as was her usual manner out of the comfort of her bedroom and out via the kitchen into her vast garden. He turned back to his Lady once more to see her closing the kitchen door.

“Enjoy slut! Try not to get eaten. Be ready for training tomorrow.” And with that Andrew heard the door close, and lock. Surveying his surroundings he noted the 8” fence that surrounded what he could see of the enormous garden topped with razor wire, keeping intruders out and prisoners in. Taking a few steps away from the comforting light of the kitchen and into the darkening night he decided to make the most of the daylight that remained and explore. The garden complimented the castle, an old design of an orchard and several large oaks lined the west side of the garden, while the entrance to what looked like another maze lay in the center of a huge bush to the east, a maze he would be staying away from, heading north, past the trees and then veering to the west past the orchard he found a stream running along the far end of the garden, looking to his left he saw a tangle of weeds covering what could only be describes as a very unused dirt track.

Looking from his naked feet to the jungle of sharp looking plants Andrew decided to take his chances as curiosity overcome him, trying to part the majority of weeds with his hands he took several uneasy steps into the unknown. After walking for a while he passed a green house, that looked as if the last time anyone had used it could have past the hundred year mark, its old design giving it's age away. Wedging open it's door he found the usual, very, very dead plants, gardening equipment, gloves, a trowel, a hoe, a few brown envelopes that disintegrated as soon as Andrew touched them and finally a box.

Andrew's curiosity was still not satisfied, so he opened the box, finding a letter, too rotten and faded to read and a key on a piece of string. The distant rumble of thunder had become far too close for comfort jarring Andrew into action as the first patter of rain hit the glass roof. Quickly placing the key around his neck he left the greenhouse and fought his way back through the foliage choosing an oak tree as his bed for the night. As he settled into its branches, the occasional drop of rain caressing his still-burning skin he fondled the key, wondering what door it might open in a place like this. That night Andrew fell into a deep sleep vowing that as soon as the morning sun woke him he would find the door and whatever it concealed.

The sun awoke him as promised from a beautiful dream of being touched by his Lady. Andrew stretched happily and remembered the key around his neck ignoring the ache of hunger that hit his empty stomach as he dropped from the branch and ran his fingers through his damp hair as best he could and dropped to his knees at the stream. Andrew glanced at his reflection, and looking past his own eyes he saw the happiness that had been void from his life before finding this place, her and his purpose. Dipping his hands into the cool, clear water he couldn't help but smile.

He washed his hands and face and ran some water through his hair making it damper still. In the morning light the garden was much more visible, except the dirt track where he was last night seemed to only head to more weeds, but that was the way his heart told him to head, and so far, it had not been wrong. Getting to he feet he paced back over to where he had stood the previous night and began once again to wade through the tangled foliage.

Reaching the eerie greenhouse Andrew surveyed his surroundings, to his left the stood the messy green house, to his left, more weeds fenced off next to the orchard, so he decided to continue forward the weeds had now pushed past hip height and were tough. Andrew's feet were torn to shreds but as usual his curiosity overtook him and the weeds made to threat to finding where the key belonged.

It eventually turned out that his heart was right when, far after the trees gave way to more weeds and the weeds that surrounded him were as high as his biceps Andrew saw the only door in the garden, and surely as he tried it's big circular handle, it was locked. The key took some turning, it was stiff and the lock had rusted after years of solitude. Eventually after relentless effort on Andrew's part the lock slid open and the door half fell apart as he entered yet more garden.

Except, unlike the garden he had just spent the night in this one was perfect, not a weed in sight, its size had nothing on the big garden, but it was perfect. Flowers, all colours imaginable were in full bloom, smiling up happily at the sun. A waterfall flowed enthusiastically over some stones in a water feature in a far corner, while the birds, unaffected by Andrew's noisy entrance sang happily away in the few trees the lined the perimeter. But the thing that stood out to Andrew instantly was the magnificent rose bush that grew dominantly in the center of the garden; perfectly kept despite being locked away its roses were black. Darker than night and yet they grew towards and embraced the sunshine.

Stepping up to the delicate flower, it's petals open and seemingly smiling at him and idea popped into his head. He would take one for his Lady, he chose a large, fully opened flower and gently stroked its petals with his fingertip, it was so soft and velvety it seemed to shudder at his touch. As he wrapped his fingers around the stem under the flower the thorns dug painfully into his skin, undeterred by the feeling they may be growing to protect the severing of a flower he pulled until the rose happily gave way.

Deciding to head back he took one last look at the garden and wondered if his Lady knew that this garden existed. He turned and left, fixing the door to the best of his ability, smearing blood from his torn hands over the handle, desperately wanting to preserve the virgin beauty of what lay beyond it. Fighting his way once more through the weeds he practically skipped through the orchard back to her back door where he gently knocked and dropped to his knees in wait, the thorns still digging into his bleeding fingers.

The door slowly opened; as his head was bent all Andrew could see was her stocking clad feet.

“Had enough of outside have you?” She asked, sleepily.

“P..please My Lady, I have. I have a gift for you.” His bent head concealed the rose from her view.

“Well, what is it? You may stand.” As Andrew rose to his feet, towering a good foot and a half above his Lady she saw the flower held protectively between his bleeding fingers and bit her lip.

“What…where did you find it?” She smiled, a genuine smile of happiness.

“It's a black rose Lady Rynn, you have a hidden garden through the weeds. Here is the key to it.” Andrew indicated to the key around his neck, and held out the rose to her. Instead of taking it, the stood on her tiptoes, placed a gentile kiss on his lips and pulled him inside.

Closing the door behind them, she wordlessly uncurled his fingers, popped the rose in a vase full of water and turned back to Andrew, whose hands were dripping blood on the white tiled floor of the kitchen. Sitting at the huge table Rynn began to clean up his hands. After a while she spoke, Andrew noted the tear in her eye.

“Thank you, you cannot know how much this means, especially since going in that garden endangered your life. The rose you found is called the Immortal, it feeds off blood, had you got too close it's spines would have captured you and bled you dry. I locked that garden up a long time ago, although I cannot understand why it has managed to keep itself in such good shape after such a long time.” She mused over what she was saying as she pulled the spines from Andrew's fingers, caressing him.

After a while she seemed to snap from the trance and looked over at the rose, wondering how something to innocent could come from a place so shrouded in mystery and yet Andrew had unknowingly risked his life to bring it to her. Despite their situation and status she loved him dearly and his feelings towards her became clear. He had nothing here, except what she gave him and yet he managed to find so much to give to her in return.

Later as Andrew sat in a warm bath, listening to Lady Rynn talk about her life, while washing his back he smiled happily to himself, the pain in his fingers was subsiding.

“My Lady, may I ask a question?” He asked shyly.

“Yes go ahead.”

“Why did you call me here?”

“Well, slave it gets lonely up here in this castle, I can take care of myself, and the whole place single handedly. But since Raek died I have been lone here, and I felt out for you.”

“Yes My Lady.” Andrew lay back in the bath as she continued to wash his chest, luckily he was a fast healer and should anyone have walked in on them (very slim chance) no one would have pre empted what was going on behind closed doors. Lady Rynn's hands kept traveling lower and her image was imprinted on the back of his eyelids, making him moan at the sight of her.

Soon after, Andrew felt her touching cease, opening his eyes he saw her stepping towards the bath holding a big fluffy towel, taking the hint he unashamedly stood and allowed her to help him from the bath. She began to pat him dry her small skilled hands worked their magic; after he was dry she let him wrap the towel around his waist and sit on the floor between her legs. Picking up an antique silver brush, its gentle prongs making short work of the few knots in Andrew's hair she began to glide the brush through his long jet black hair, knowing they were both enjoying the feeling.

Before long Andrew's hair was dry, Lady Rynn got to her feet and informed him of his task.

“It is about time you met some of my friends, you will dress in what I have left for you in our room, I shall leave you to get myself ready, I expect you ready and on your knees by the front door waiting for me.”

“Yes, My Lady.” Andrew replied, moving to his feet quickly, closing the door behind her he turned to the stack of clothes neatly piled on the bathroom counter. He unfolded them, a mesh top, black jeans and a leash. It then dawned on him he was expected to go commando, frowning he pulled on the jeans and fastened them, enjoying the loose feeling. The then pulled on the mesh top, it felt good against his skin, making his nipples taught. Finally he attached to leash around his neck looking at his reflection he wondered where they were going and why he needed a leash, knowing that all would be revealed soon he headed for the stairs.

At the door were a pair of big, gothic looking boots with lots of buckles, assuming these must be for him as his feet were almost twice the size of Rynn's he eased them on, enjoying the few inches of extra height they gave him but remembering she had ordered him to his knees, he bent and waiting for her arrival.

As it was he didn't need to wait long, she came tottering down the stairs in impossible, similar looking boots to those Andrew was wearing, but more feminine. Red fishnet stockings hugged her sexy legs and a tight red and black PVC dress hugged her every curve, topped with metal buckles across her chest. The collar of the dress, which joined together after a big gap in the material showed off her ample assets, hid her neck. Her hair looked wild in red and black wool bunches. The sight made Andrew quiver in excitement. She was clearly pleased to as she pulled him to his feet via his new leach and planted a passionate kiss on his lips.

Rynn pulled him out of the door and down the steps of the castle entrance, and there on the drive was a black Audi TT, its black body shimmered in the evening sun and Andrew's eyes nearly popped out of his head. She opened the passenger door and indicated he should enter; Andrew did not need asking twice. She soon joined him in the drivers seat, and after putting on her seat belt she pulled away spraying gravel behind her.

The cars on the road seemed to just part for her, and all the way there not a single red light stopped them enabling them to stay above 50 most of the way there. She drove single handedly ignoring the cruise control option and it became clear that Lady Rynn commanded everything in this life not just her slave.

Soon after they arrived at a desolate warehouse, driving her car near to the entrance of one of the units she told Andrew to get out of the car which was picked up by a young boy, who was more than a little pleased to see her.

“Rynn! Darling!” The boy air kissed the sides of her face, while she smiled, unimpressed, “oooh, do you have a new toy?” He proceeded to run his little hands over Andrew's broad chest. “Mmm, he's a tasty one, where did you find him?”

“Oh Gareth, you know me. I found him half dead at the side of my castle.”

“Let me take your car, I finish shift in an hour can I get you and your new toy a drink?”

“Sure thing darling, see you later.” She dropped her keys and a ten-pound note into Gareth's eager hands as he thanked her profusely he tugged on Andrew's leash and he was forced to follow. The bouncer on the door did little more than nod as Lady Rynn approached him and entered the dark room, bypassing the cloakroom as neither had brought coats.

Andrew surveyed his surroundings, a lot of people sat smoking and drinking around tables, lots of people had slaves, including males with female slaves. He stayed as close to his Lady as he could apprehensive of someone taking him away. Several people stopped to talk to Rynn but he was never introduced to anyone directly, at least not using his name, many touched him, smelt him and some even kissed him. He was a little nervous but couldn't repel through fear of upsetting his Lady.

Andrew noticed many couples had moved upstairs or into rooms set of to the side of the club, sometimes three or four people had gone in together, but the loud music that blared from the huge music system drowned out everything but his thoughts. To his surprise he was given a jack and coke but was to stay at Lady Rynn's feet as she spoke to her friends. He gladly sipped at his drink looking up at his Lady's face from time to time and feeling the gentile tug she gave on the lead to remind him where she was, although there was no chance to forget as his back was resting on the chair, between her legs.

People were coming and offering Lady Rynn wads of cash to have Andrew for an hour, she seemed reluctant to agree, stressing he was new and she wanted to be near him, just to keep her eyes on him. She told him later that a lot of the people here couldn't be trusted especially with someone tall and strong like him, they tend to want to really hurt you, there's a thin line between pleasure and a pervert.

Soon after Andrew was given another jack and coke, not one to shy away from alcohol he took it gladly, as the jd and cokes started to make his world pleasantly fuzzy he was suddenly yanked to his feet by the leash and frog marched into a vacant room, which turned out to be fully working dungeons, with a huge cross on one wall, chains hanging from the ceiling, a huge bed, fitted with restraints along with whips, paddles and various other scary-looking apparatus attached to the walls.

Looking around Andrew had a chance to see his captors he saw his Lady, watching him closely along with two very big built men whom he guessed must have been the ones who grabbed him. He was soon ordered to strip and musing that resistance would not be accepted he coyly began to remove what little clothing he had, noting that he was commando and erect pleased both men greatly, and they two began to strip, their clothes were not that dissimilar to what Andrew was wearing but their clothes were stretched taught over rigid muscles.

Looking back over to his Lady Andrew saw she was biting her lip, no doubt worried for his safety, but his view was blocked by the huge men approaching him, he tried to look around them pleading to his Lady but he was grabbed roughly and thrown on the bed. He whimpered, trying to scramble away from the men after he caught sight of their erections, just as one of them climbed on the bed to seize him the door to the dungeon opened and in walked another woman, she was shorter than Rynn, despite her huge platform stiletto boots, which was all she was wearing, other than a coy smile. Andrew looked at her as she approached the huge bed, joining him on it she was thrown roughly onto all fours, followed shortly by Andrew who was placed in the same position, both were mounted by the huge men. As one cock slid into the girls sopping pussy Andrew learnt her name.

“Oh Sara, you fucking wench your pussy is so wet for me.” His grunts were followed by a loud slap on her ass.

“Mmmm, bitch you're horny for your masters aren't you?”

“Y-yes sir,” she managed to whisper. “I am your slave please abuse me.” Andrew couldn't help but stare at Sara's face while she was fucked, each thrust sent her deeper into the black silk sheets below her, making her moan in pleasure. He felt the other mans fingers probe his ass crack, they were lubed up.

“Were going to use your slutty pussy juice to lube up this whore's ass so we can fuck him.” Andrew guessed the voice belonged to the man who was about to fuck his ass. Soon after the finger that had been spreading Sara's pussy juice around his hole began to slowly slide in, Andrew's head began to swim in a mixture of agony and pleasure, the jd and cokes beginning to wear off slightly. Soon after one finger was replaced with two, filling up his ass, pleasure mixed father in with the pain, threatening to make him vomit. Taking a deep breath Andrew allowed the pleasure to take over as he fell into another haze of alcohol and heat letting his body accommodate the invading digits. His Lady had moved closer to the side of the bed, watching as finally the fingers were replaced with a monstrous cock, making Andrew scream in agony and reach out for his Lady's hand.

Andrew squirmed and shook beneath the almighty weight of the guy (and his dick) pushing against his back, driving the huge tool home with each deep thrust. The guy fucking Sara came soon after, as he pulled from her soaked pussy he squirted his load over her back, forcing her into the bed sheets. Moaning, but not close to finishing the man walked around to face Andrew, grabbing his hair, he forced his still hard prick into Andrew's mouth and down his throat, of course his instant reaction was to gag, which is what he did, almost to the point of vomiting. But the man held his prick still, stopping the contents of Andrew's stomach from making an unwanted appearance.

Before long Andrew began to suck, trying to dissatach his mind from the pain beginning to arise in his ass and concentrate on the taste of Sara's juices on this man's cock, wishing it were his Lady's juices he was tasting. The man in Andrew's ass pulled out before he came, moved to where Sara had fallen face first into the bed, ass in the air legs still spread and wanked over her ass. As he came over her already soaked ass and back he slapped her a few times, letting her know just how much of a filthy come whore she was, something to which Andrew had become accustomed to.

Sara was then dragged off the bed and Andrew was shoved onto his back, bringing relief from the pain in his knees, a relief that was short lived as the cock was brutally replaced in his still open mouth. Sara was then ordered to suck Andrew's cock, and of course, being the slave had no choice but to oblige. Andrew closed his eyes, wishing it was his Lady sucking his cock, opening his eyes again, he saw his Lady, watching him attently, ready to strike should the men or Sara step out of line. Again he stuck out his hand to her, and she acknowledged it with a simple nod of her head, but did nothing about it.

Closing his eyes again, he thought back to waking up in that room, it seemed to long ago now, it felt so right, as this situation and each he had been involved in so far had felt. He belonged here being used and abused for his Lady's pleasure. It was a part of him.

Soon after the man came deep down his throat, forcing him to swallow everything the feeling pushed him over the edge and he bucked, his hips rose off the bed, skewering Sara on his prick and forcing his come down her throat. As she was coated in spunk for the third time this evening the two men cleaned up and dragged her from the room still soaked in come no doubt to be thrown to all the horny men in the club who would be more than happy to call her a slut and use her body father. Andrew lay back on the sheets exhausted, as he gasped for breath he turned to his Lady who stepped away from the wall counting a huge bundle of notes which she placed in her corset for safe keeping.

She then reached out her dainty hands to him and helped him to his feet. He shook momentarily from the lack of support but saw that his treatment had greatly pleased his Lady and she lead him happily through a side door and into another lavish bathroom. Something to which Andrew had become accustomed to and it never failed to surprise him that each bath he took seemed to be ready and waiting for him. He knew this bath was to be a different one as Rynn had begun to strip, despite the clothes she was wearing looking difficult to take off she managed it with not only ease, but a sexy grace. Beginning with her dress, which she removed via the criss cross lace holding the neck together, followed by the metal clasps on her corset, she slid the dress over her head. Her red stockings hung from her garter belt, which the slid away with a brief snap. Leaving just a black thong, which she tantalizingly removed, sliding it slowly down her shapely legs.

Andrew stared in awe at the sight, although he had felt her naked body above him it never failed to turn him on, and in his naked state it was clear. He was ordered to sit in the bath. He obliged and stepped into the enormous black bath, noting how the colour made the water look dark, how the smells of the bubble bath filled his head. Andrew was able to stretch out his legs and recline watching his Lady approached, his arms resting on the sides, allowing tiny drops of water to splash to the white tiled floor.

Rynn placed a foot inside the bath, helped in by Andrew's outstretched hand and sat, without hesitation on his lap, facing away from him, and reclined into his chest. In return Andrew wrapped his long arms around her shoulders and kissed her neck, invoking a tiny moan of satisfaction from her lips. She took his hands and rested them on her breasts, inviting him to tease her nipples, which he did with joy. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pulled and pinched until they stood on end. Andrew let one hand stay on her tit and the other inch down over her stomach, and lower.

Turning her head Rynn let her lips find Andrew's the exact same time his hand found her pussy, and began to tease her clit. She moaned and bit his lip gently, making him shiver beneath her. Before long Rynn turned, sending water over the edge of the bath and splashing onto the floor. As she straddled him, his hand still on her pussy and nipple she reached her hand below the water and gripped his now throbbing erection. Making him gasp and whimper in pleasure. She allowed her tongue to tease his and her hand to work its magic moaning into him every time he touched her clit or slipped a digit inside her. Until she could take no more and sat on his cock, taking him like her slut.

Andrew bit his lip as he felt her tight little pussy slid over his cock, each time it never failed to invoke a feeling within him that he had never felt before, her juices burnt him, but instead of it hurting it just made him harder, the need to thrust overcame him, and he succumbed to it, pushing his cock deeper inside her. Feeling her juices sear his already burning cock, letting the familiar feeling surround him as his cock slid deeper inside her. Making her moan and claw at his soft, wet skin.

With each thrust, more water poured over the edge of the tub, Rynn reached behind Andrew and gripped the sides for support, knocking on the shower in her haste. As the spray began to drench them both, they kissed; letting little drops of water run over their hair and faces. The tiny drops burnt Andrew's skin with hot kisses, drenching them father, urging him to thrust harder as the scene of water drops hitting his Lady drove him almost crazy with lust for her. The drops slid over her face, smearing her make up, resting on her luscious lips. Caressing them.

Andrew moaned from she sheer look on her face, and with each scratch she raked into his skin it pushed him close, and then over the edge, he gripped her and shot his load into her delicious pussy, sending her into orgasm with the feeling of his seed pumping inside her. Their moans and juices entwined, bouncing from the bathroom walls, sending more water over the edge. As they caught their breaths, Rynn stepped out of the bath and turned off the shower, wrapping herself in a huge black fluffy towel and offering one to Andrew who followed her from the tub.

They quickly dried each other off, careful not to slip on the soaked floor, rubbing the soft towels across their damp skin, teasing. After quickly dressing they moved back into the dungeon where Andrew's clothes were collected and Lady Rynn allowed him to dress once again finally his lead was reattached and they headed out of the door and back into the noisy club. A few people greeted her on their way out, and Gareth sat waiting in her Audi TT.

“Thanks Gareth, darling.” She said slipping the lanky boy another note as he slid from the drivers seat.

“My pleasure Rynn.” He said, giving her some more air kisses before she sat in her seat, telling Andrew to take his seat next to her, which he did obediently. Very soon Andrew fell asleep in his chair, exhausted.

He woke up, in bed. Unaware of how or when he had got there, remembering the night before, at the club brought shudders of pain and pleasure to him. Getting to his feet, he dragged a silk sheet with him into the bathroom. Rubbing his eyes he noted the pile of clean clothes left expertly folded and the shower was running. Through the steam he saw a brief message scrawled in the condensation on the shower.

Naughty slut!

Smiling he stepped in and let the water run the sleep away, soaking his hair plastering it to his face. He brought his hands to his face and washed it, letting the spray run over his eyes and into his mouth. Opening his eyes he reached for the shower gel and ran it from the bottle until his fingers overflowed. Soaping up his hands he ran them over his lean body, over his arms and chest, face, hair and down the parts of his back that he could easily reach. Down over his ass, around to his crotch and finally down his legs. To finish he simply let the spray rinse away all of the soap feeling refreshed he left the shower and reached for a towel which he hugged around him and dried himself off.

The sweet smell of shower gel along with the warm steam filled the room, warming Andrew up. Condensation blurred all of the mirrors, streaking as it turned to water drops. He quickly dressed, brushing his hair for a while until it was semi dry and went off in search of his Lady.

He knew something was wrong as soon as he left the room. Andrew could hear voices somewhere followed by a faint whimper he guessed to be his Lady's. Stepping slowly to the landing he saw her, lying on the floor, curled up. Three men surrounded her.

“Just find my fucking money!” One said, taking a menacing step toward the other two, then, when the had taken he hint he turned his attentions to Rynn. Andrew felt the blind rage rise within him; it grew over coming all rational thought. He ran to the other side of the landing, leaning on the door that he had been stopped from entering last time he had dared to explore. Now was a matter of life or death. He felt for the handle and was pleased to find the door unlocked. He slowly entered what appeared to be a study. As quickly and quietly as he could manage he began to search for a weapon.

Opening a drawer he was not disappointed. It was full of knives and guns, taking two knifes and shoving them into the waist of his jeans he grabbed a gun, popped in a magazine with a satisfying click, pulling back the chamber, a look of sheer determination crossed his face. As he heard two men mounting the stairs he grabbed the two samurai swords on the wall behind him and stood hidden behind the door.

“This one looks like a study Grady, bet the bitch has a safe in here somewhere.”

“Alright Birch, you first.”

Andrew all but growled, no one called his Lady a bitch and got away with it. The next thing he saw was the gun coming through the door, he saw his chance and brought up his fist, knocking Birch's hand so hard the gun flew to the other room, sending both men running into the room. As Grady shoved Birch into the room he pushed him onto the samurai sword poised in Andrew's waiting hands. As blood poured from the open wound, staining the carpet Andrew raised his foot and kicked Birch off the sword gargling his own blood welcoming his own oblivion as Grady raised his gun for vengeance.

“Not so fast fucker,” Grady hissed as Andrew turned away, ran at the wall he was faced with a cloud of bullets as he took the wall matrix style, kicking himself away he managed to turn and catch Grady square in the solar plexus. Winding him.

Grady began to sit up groaning. Andrew stood above him, gun in hand, silencer on.

“NO ONE calls my Lady a bitch and lives.” Grady's death was silent as Andrew pumped six or seven bullets into his chest point blank, and turned for the door. For his prey. He looked at his carnage, his fangs released from their sheathes for the first time at the sight of the blood. Suddenly things became clear in his head. How she was so powerful, so gracious. How her juices should have burnt, but never did. How she seemed to be able to command everything in her path so well. The ants in the maze, managing to stay dry, her fangs. And those eyes….

There was no time to muse over this right now, he had her, and he wanted his money back. Andrew was adamant he was not going to get it. Gripping the swords he snuck, bent, out onto the landing. He saw her, tied up, unconscious from the potion he had just forced on her with the white hanky. Anger rose up inside him until once again all he was red. Sneaking down the stairs he nearly tripped, drawing the huge man's attention seconds before he was about to have his wicked way with his bound Lady.

“So you're her new toy then are you?” His voice was gruff, it sounded like too many cigarettes and whiskeys alone in cheap motel rooms. His stained shirt and stubby yellowed fingers said it all. Andrew was disgusted, as soon as the man reached for his gun Andrew kneeled, as he did he grabbed a knife from its sheath and threw it. It pierced the man's hand with enough force to pin him in agony to the doorframe.

In his first moment of glory Andrew stepped up to the shuddering man. Wrenched his head to one side and tore into his shoulder, invoking a scream from the man. As the blood flowed down his throat his carnal hunger finally sated, he left the man in the final stages of his life to wither alone. And turned to his Lady, scooping her in his arms to took her to their room where he laid her on the soft bed and splashed her face with cold water.

Sometime later she came around, to see her price, kneeling at her side. She smiled and drew him to her, kissing him with passion and vigor. They pulled away and Lady Rynn scanned his face. Andrew smiled.

“You have released the slave within me. And much more. I love you Lady Rynn.”