<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/iPQnYR0.jpg)</div><br/>As the metal collar snapped around her neck, Tialyn felt a sense of peace wash over her.  Even her muscles which had been screaming from exertion only a moment before quieted down a little.  They still ached, she was still tired, sore, worked, but now it seemed like it wasn't quite as important.  So too did she feel a sense of acceptance slide over her mind, a feeling that everything was going to be ok.  Even the rivulets of sweat which soaked her brow, trickled down her exposed skin, caused the leather to cling to her body, it didn't seem quite as important or uncomfortable as it had a moment ago.<br/><br/>Master Sabin chuckled then leaned forwards, templing his own fingers together as he peered at Tialyn.   After a moment he laughed a short barking laugh and in that old dried out yet commanding voice of his he said,<strong> "Oh ho, this is truly rich.  The paladin wishes to see what she is in for then should she lose the duel?"</strong>Tialyn found her head nodding of it's own accord.  The master had asked his slave a question and the magic of the collar compelled the answer immediately without her having to think about it.  He chuckled again and gestured to the wooden training sword,<strong> "Throw down your stick and approach then girl."</strong><br/><br/>Before his sentence had even finished Tialyn's fingers had opened and she felt the wooden training sword hitting the ground next to her.  It was a practice blade, certainly, blunted and not meant to harm.  but it was a weighted length of wood.  There was no reason it couldn't be used as a club after all.  Also Master Sabin was an old man, probably frail, and likely wouldn't have the strength or stamina to survive a blow with even a training sword like that if Tialyn had struck his head with the right amount of force.<br/><br/>She drew closer to him and he leaned back in his chair, appraising her and holding his hand for her to stop a few feet from him.<strong> "I thought it a clear enough wager,"</strong>he said in a softer voice, tho one that trembled ever so slightly with age.<strong>"but if it needs to be clarified I shall do so.  You fight Anara with all your might.  The loser of the duel will come over here, let me lick the sweat from their assholes until I have tasted my fill of that salty delight.  Then they will suck my dick till I am hard before they turn, sit on my lap, and take all of my dick inside of their tight little ass.  Then only after I deposit my cream in your or her backside, will the loser be free to retire to the  baths."</strong><br/><br/>He grinned wickedly, unstraight teeth, showing a crooked smile,<strong> "Though if you choose not to fight her, I suppose that means both of you are losers for the night and I will be very displeased by that.  Lest you fall under the mistaken impression that my age means I can't fulfil my promises, I assure you that my magic is used not only to enchant items and punish slaves."</strong>He twitched aside his robe and bared his cock to her.  There resting atop a very wrinkled nut sack was a flaccid but still impressively large cock.  Beneath the wirey grey pubic hair, his shaft was soft, the skin wrinkled and dark, yet somehow it's size and girth spoke of a very good endowment when it was hard.  Tialyn of course knew that his cock worked.  She'd been forced to suck on it the previous night before Ruby had replaced her and rode his hard shaft.<strong> "Or maybe," </strong>he said chuckling again, almost as if he had read her mind,<strong>"Maybe you just want to feel my tool in your mouth again like last night?  Is that it, once you get a taste of your master's seed, you're hooked?"</strong><br/><br/>He chuckled then suddenly said,<strong>"But you choose to put on the collar, a fine gift mind you, but did Ebony not explain how slaves in my compound are to attire themselves?  You wear the clothing of a free woman.  See to that immediately slave girl."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Any commands Tialyn wishes to ignore or fight need a DC 14 Willpower roll.   Also you don't have to make him cum to summon enough primal energy, but lewd erotic and pretty close to orgasm and Tialyn will just 'sense' that if she calls out and begs Ah'mie for power, she will again feel the strength in her veins, at least long enough to fight Anara. <br/>Also just as a fyi i made a very minor edit to the previous post of mine, just regarding his chair and the presence of two harem slaves.  Just so you know... doesn't really change anything, but I found a picture I liked and I thought it would be more in keeping with master sabin for him to have slave girls with him, and also not deign to sit in a camp chair in his own home.</div></div>