The last thing Vincent remembered, just before the Bookwyrm tipped his king over and conceded the game was the shadows reaching up and around to seize him and drag him down into the deeper darkness, and the dragon's rumbling laughter...<br/><br/>Was it sleep, or simple blankness of mind that followed?  For when Vincent again knew himself and could take measure of his location, he did not know where he was, nor when, and felt as tired as he had when the game had ended.  Instead, he was naked, between furs, somewhere soft and warm, in a small stone chamber, and a gentle knocking had his full attention.<br/><br/>The door, which he saw was pretty normal (for a door) cracked open, and a man Vincent didn't know peered in.<br/><br/>"We're sending her in, now.  As His Grace has ordered, you do with her as you wish.  Bide anon, good sir."<br/><br/>He vanished again...and then a young cat-eared woman, clad in nothing but black silk rope that bound her body in an erotically agonizing cage of knotted torment stumbled in.  She looked familiar.  Indeed, when she saw him, her eyes went wide and filled with tears.<br/><br/>"I didn't know," the Sex Kitten squeaked in what she clearly meant to be a plea for mercy.  "Please, I didn't know you were with the Duke!  I wouldn't have...I mean, I didn't...f-fuck me as you want, my lord..."<br/><br/>She hung her head and turned around to display her recently whipped bottom, cherry-red and showing a few welts.<br/><br/>"My body is yours," she wept.