Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)
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				Title: <strong>Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
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				(OOOC: This thread was originally on another forum, and with permission, is being transferred here. Our posts have been separated, starting with Wongbal's. Being that I am currently restricted to my mobile, I was unable to color coordinate them, but I hope they are not too difficult to read.)<br><br><br>Titus paced in his chambers. He was not a patient man, and the merchantmen were almost an hour late with his latest purchase. She was an elf, very rare, and her beauty made her even rarest least, so the flesh pedlar told him. Titus was beginning to wonder if the man had welshed on their bargain. 7000 was a more than adequate price for such a unique specimen, but Titus had talked and intimidated him down to 6400. If the man had taken the monies and run, he would find himself in a realm of fear and pain.<br><br>His gloved hand reached up to caress the frame of his full-length mirror. He was dressed in black and muted shades of purple, as befitting a man of his station and temperament. Exquisitely tailored fabrics accentuated his bulk, rather than making it look awkward. He was an upside-down mountain of a man, impossibly wide shoulders tapering to a stalwart waist and thick thighs that looked like they left no space whatsoever for his manhood, but a not-insignificant bulge at the frontispiece of his trousers answered that question. He had the bone structure of a model, but stuffed inside a square head that looked like it had been chipped from a block of granite and pounded onto his neck. His hands were thick and knotty, but without the calluses of a working man.<br><br>A bell rang, triggered from somewhere in the recesses of his mansion, near the servants' entrance. His manservant was summoned, and notified Titus that yes, indeed, his slave had arrived. Titus ordered she be shown into his bedchamber immediately. They ushered her in, veiled from head to toe, and left without a word. She was left standing in the middle of the room, black cloth covering her head and entire body. He whipped the veil off so he could get a good look at her face. She would see a lavishly furnished room, with a four-poster bed draped in crimson muslin, easily the size of two queen beds, piled with satin pillows and silken bedspreads. A fire flickered in the enormous stone hearth and danced along with the flames in the ornate candelabra. The fire and the candles were the only light in the dim, orange-lit room. Weapons hung over the hearth: a halberd, an axe, a sword, and a whip. There was a massive painting on the wall: Rape of the Sabine Women by Niccolò Bambini.<br><br>He walked in a complete circled around her, sizing her up. He grasped her chin, forced open her mouth, and inspected her teeth much the way one might inspect a horse. Finally, he decided he wanted to see the rest of her, and gave her her first order.<br><br>"Take it off. All of it. Remove everything you're wearing, and go stand by the fire."<br><br>______________<br><br><br>Alasse took deep, long breaths as she willed her heart to calm. Her chest felt as though weights were sitting upon her. If she did not relax, she would surely faint, and the last thing the elf wanted was to arrive unconscious to her new master's home. The carriage she was in finally came to a halt, and she listened as the door opened. Strong hands pulled her out, the grip so tight, she would not be able to run if she tried. The slave's breaths were quick and shallow now. Slender fingers twitched nervously and balled into tight fists. <br><br>A small pause and the sound of a door being opened made her heart skip a beat. This was it; her new "home" and new life were mere seconds away. Few words were exchanged, but as one hand let go of her arm, another was placed on the small of her back. Whomever led her now was slightly more gentle on her. She was led up a great amount of stairs and followed until the second stranger stopped. The elf heard doors shut behind her. Wherever she was, it was warm, quiet, and she... She was terrified.<br><br>Without warning, the veil was suddenly removed from her face. Alasse blinked, adjusting her silver eyes to the dimly lit room. The first thing she saw was a man's chest, and she froze immediately. She dared not to move, not even to glance up at his face. His structure contrasted against her petite frame, and judging from where her eyes met, the elf knew he was much taller than she was. The aura emitting from him was one of power. She felt it consume her with each step he took. It made her all the more uneasy. As he stepped around her, the site of a large bed came into view. Her stomach knotted up tightly. Five minutes had not even passed, and already she was in his bedroom. The elf swallowed hard. Her eyes drifted to the fireplace, the weaponry, the whip. The painting on his wall was the most frightening of all. The site of women reaching out above them as soldiers held them in their grasps; why would such a piece be hung on his wall, if not to give summary of his character? Alasse's lip trembled at the thought.<br><br>She almost gasped as he took her chin and opened her mouth. Her eyes shut tightly. The slave never felt so small in her life. As soon as he stepped back, she felt herself grow nauseated. He gave her an order, one she knew she must obey. Alasse hesitated a moment. "Y-yes, Sir," she answered him in a timid tone, a hint of an accent hear in her voice. Her hands shook as she raised them to untie the knot of her black cloak. The long wool garment fell to the ground, leaving the elf completely bare. With a hung head, she quickly moved to stand by the fireplace. The flames danced along her silhouette, the small amount of light revealing flawless, alabaster skin. Thick, lavender hair was pulled back neatly into a long braid that ended just between her shoulder blades. Her body was slender, toned, but no muscles like that of a wood elf. No, her features were much softer, much more feminine than most elven woman appeared. She had high cheekbones, but a heart shaped face than ended in a rounded chin. Her nose was slender and the sharpest feature of her face. Her ears were long, pointed, and though her lips were thin, the bottom was a bit fuller than the top. Her breast were small, perky, an average Bcup. The curve of her made up for this, as did her rear; it was small, but nice, rounded, plump, and led to soft, slender thighs. There was no gap between her legs, but there was not a hint of fat on them. Her calves appeared strong, her feet clean and toe nails well polished, though she spent most of her days barefoot.<br><br>She was perfect, or so she was told by the merchants selling her. She was clean; though she was of course, no virgin, she had only been taken once. Alasse hoped he was pleased with what he saw, even if only slightly Though she tried to stay as still as possible, it could be seen that her body was shaking. <br><br>____________<br><br><br>Titus smiled at her obedience. He placed his hands on her buttocks, sliding them down the curves of her ass and between her legs, letting his fingertip touch her puckered anus. He prodded it slightly, to see if it yielded at all; it was tight. He grinned. His hands continued to roam, travelling around her hips to the front of her pelvis. One hand strokes her lower abdomen, traveling down her tummy to her little mound. His fingers travel between the soft folds they find her clitoris. He takes his time playing with it, letting his fingers explore every fold. He forced his way in further, putting all four of his fingers inside, exploring the lining of her vagina.<br><br>"I don't care what your name is, but henceforth you shall be known as Nalya. You will answer to it, you will say nothing unless spoken to. Understood?" <br><br>He took her wrist suddenly, hauling her over to the bed. His thick, firm hand took the curtain cord from the bed and tied it around her wrist, yanking her arm over her head. He left her other arm free, and ordered her, "Undress me."<br><br>_________<br><br><br>Alasse bit her bottom lip as his hands explored her. She whimpered quietly as he prodded her small hole. Chills ran down her spine; she had never been taken there, but it was clear to her she would be soon. She only hoped he would be gentle the first time. The elf took very slow, very deep breaths as his hand traveled down to her nethers. At this touch, she stiffened and bit her lip so hard, her teeth threatened to break skin. It had been a very long time since she was touched this way, and her first and only time was not a pleasant one. Sensations of all sorts coursed through her veins. Her body could not help but enjoy his touch as he explores her delicate fold. Alasse, herself, secretly wanted to run, and it took a great effort to stop her feet from moving.<br><br>Her lips parted and she let out a puff of air as he forced his fingers inside her. The slave shut her eyes tightly, and slightly parted her legs, trying to adjust. She felt him tracing along her tight cavern, causing her great discomfort. Though not a virgin, she was very tight, and she tried her best to relax and ignore the pain. Hearing him speak, she could not part her lips. If she did, she knew she would cry out. Instead, she responded with slow nods of her head. Her chest rose and fell quickly with shallow breaths. Oh, she was growing wet.<br><br>Her eyes shot open as she was suddenly yanked to the bed. The fear settled in full throttle now. Her heart raced uncontrollably. Alasse blinked back frightened tears as he pulled her arm over her head. His next order was loud and clear. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Each time she undid one, she trembled all the more. By the time his shirt was undone and she pushed it off his shoulders, she could not stop herself from shaking completely. It took her a few moments to undo the button on his trousers; she was so nervous, her fingers kept slipping off the button. The hairs along her neck were standing as she pulled down his zipper. The outline of his manhood made her stomach churn violently. She pushed down the pants, and slowly, reluctantly, pushed down underwear. <br><br>Her eyes widened at his size, and her gaze was one of shock and fear as she glanced up at him. Her bottom lip was trembling. "Pl-pl-please, d-don't hurt m-me, S-sir...." she pleaded, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. It was not the sex she was worried about; that part of her slavery was a given, though she was lucky only one owner asked of it. It was the pain of her womanhood being taken that scared her.<br><br>_____________<br><br><br>Titus grew more and more impatient with the tearful, fumbling elf as she struggled to stop quivering long enough to undo his buttons. His scowl deepened each time her fingers slipped, and when she opened her mouth to speak without permission, that was the final straw. He cuffed her upside the head, his thick fingers swatting her delicate cheek and temple.<br><br>"I'm certain I was clear about the rules with you: no speaking unless spoken to. Or are you deaf? Or just stupid? Which one? Answer me!"<br><br>He boxed her ear, causing a stinging sensation in the delicate tip, and stepped back so as to contemplate a proper punishment. He reached up, a simple feat for him who was so tall and long of arm, and cinched the curtain cord tighter. He grabbed another cord and tied her other wrist, pulling both ropes so tight that she was forced to stand on tiptoe. After taking a step backwards to admire his&nbsp; handiwork, he grunted in satisfaction and with no warning wound up like a major league pitcher and slapped her backside. It was a full-hand, open palm blow that caused her bum to move and left a painful sting that soon turned to warmth as a reddening handprint appeared. He waited an apparently random period of time, and fetched her another ringing spank on her other buttock. Then he flopped himself down on the bed with a book, Homer's Odyssey, utterly ignoring her for the next hour. After a second hour passed, he deigned to speak to her.<br><br>"If you need to use the bathroom, you may beg me to do so."<br><br>___________<br><br><br>The moment she opened her mouth, Alasse regretted it. She let out a yelp as his fingers met her cheek, and another as he hit her ear. "Stupid, I'm stupid, I'm sorry, please forgive me!" she cried out. Biting down on her lip again, she held in a squeal as her wrists were pulled up, her body rising. The tips of her toes were barely touching the floor, and the cords were tight around her wrist. There was no time to adjust before she felt a hard slap against her rear. The elf cried out loudly as the sudden blow, feeling the sting slowly disappear. She knew his print would leave a lasting mark, feeling the lingering warmth of his hand. Alasse held her breath, waiting for another blow. Nothing came. The crackle of the fire was all that could be heard in the silence, but she knew she was not alone. She could still feel his presence behind her. Without warning, another hard slap caught her off guard, and she let out another cry. Quickly she bit down on her tongue, not wanting to cause herself more trouble. She heard him fall to the bed, and wondered what he planned to do with her. <br><br>Her shoulders were tight with painful tension as she hung for what felt like hours. The skin on her wrists were almost raw from the cords. Alasse felt dizzy, and her body felt heavy though she barely weighed a thing. Silver orbs drifted to the still burning fire, the dancing flames hypnotizing the elf just enough to help her forget her current position. Her mind wandered back to the times in her village, her family, the festivals and music. The peace. Her life had been wonderful before her village was pillaged, and her people were sold. Saddened eyes fell back to the floor at the memory. <br><br>The master's voice quickly snapped her from her trance. He mentioned the bathroom, and only then did she notice she indeed had to go. "Please, Sir, may I use the restroom? To soil myself in your presence would deserve great punishment. Please, may I go?"<br><br>__________<br><br><br>Titus waited until he finished his page before looking up. "Alright, but you've lost your bathroom privileges. You must earn them back."<br><br>He casually placed his book aside, and seized more ropes. Upon closer inspection one could see they were not curtain ropes, just ropes, installed via reinforced pulleys to the bedframe. He pulled them down and tied them to her feet, around her ankles. He hauled away on the rope, hoisting her feet into the air. When they were level with her waist, he reached up and released the ones holding her arms. She fell, her wrists still connected to the ropes, and he kept hauling until she was hung up by her ankles, upside down, facing him. He let her hang there for a moment or two, swinging slightly, her head just above the mattress, hair brushing the floor. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, so his lap was under her face. He was not erect, but she could easily reach his cock with her hands; with her mouth, yes, provided she stretched her neck uncomfortably.<br><br>"Show me some skill, get me off quickly and perhaps I'll agree."<br><br>__________<br><br>Alasse swallowed hard as ropes were secured to her ankles. She gasped loudly as her feet were suddenly hoisted into the air. The pressure on her shoulders grew much tighter with tension, until suddenly, the restraints were released. With a shriek, she covered her head, waiting to hit the ground. To her relief, the ropes on her ankles caught her fall. She was hoisted up until, finally, her head was slightly above the mattress. She breathed in nervously, her body swinging idly as he took a seat. She tried to keep her eyes to his navel, knowing exactly where this was leading. His next command only confirmed it for her, and the elf took a long deep breath. <br><br>Silver eyes drifted up towards his manhood. He was large, larger than any of her other masters. He was not erect in the slightest, and that frightened her. Now was not the time to be timid, though. Now was the time to please him. Calming herself, she reached out both her hands. One gripped the edge of the bed and she pulled herself as close as she possibly could. With her free hand, she caressed down his length with her finger tips, before they curled around him. The elf's moist, slick tongue slowly ran from the head down to his testes. She pressed her lips to the base of him, her mouth sucking along the side of his staff as she worked her way back up to the tip. Holding him gently, but firmly, she parted her lips, taking the head of him between them. The elf moaned, sending vibrations though him, and she traced around her lips with the sensitive muscle. She flicked her tongue against it, her mouth working over the head alone, and she swirled her tongue around it slowly. Her hand began to pump him at the base as her mouth took him in&nbsp; inch by inch. <br><br>The elf's mouth followed the movement of her hand. She pumped him to life, her tongue pressed against the vein of his length, and she gave him a light suck. She swirled her tongue around him, making him slick with moisture. Her mouth moved from him for a moment, her hand spreading the new found lubricant along his skin. She took him in again, moaning loudly as she sucked him a bit harder now. Her neck was hurting some, but she could not stop. She released him from her mouth, her tongue traveling down to his inner thigh where she suckled him softly. The tip of her tongue found its way to his sack, and the elf suckled lightly on his sensitive package. She grazed the tiny slit between them with her tongue, pulling herself in much more despite the pulley. It took some effort, and her neck felt very strained, but she tilted her head enough to kiss the space behind his testicles. Her hand worked up and down his length a bit faster as her mouth suckled the hidden skin. She moaned as she sucked, her lips leaving behind a small red mark before they worked their way back to his large staff. <br><br>Alasse slapped his cock against her tongue, her mouth moving over him once more. Her head bobbed back and fourth, her mouth moving deeper on him and she sucked as hard as she could. She coughed just a bit when his length hit the back of her throat, but she continued to work him. Moaning loudly, her tongue stroking, caressing, and swirling around his cock, she suckled as though she were a calf striving for milk. The elf's eyes were shut now, losing herself into pleasuring him. She listened to him carefully, to any sound he may have made, studying what he liked, what he didn't, what earned his grunts and moans and what bored him. Her mouth moved over him as though her very life depended on it, and in her mind, she willed him to release for her sake. <br><br>__________<br><br><br>Titus began getting hard as she worked the head of his cock, swiftly swelling to his full proportions. He was indeed a monster, some nine inches long and at least three fingers thick. He was surprised by her intimate knowledge of his parts and her eagerness, and he rewarded her with a few manly grunts when she worked the tip, and when she deep throated him. He urged her to bob her head faster and faster, and finally he came inside of her mouth, shooting powerful shots of his seed down her throat. He massaged her throat as he did, encouraging her to gulp it down.<br><br>He waited for her to clean his cock, suck the last bits of his semen from his tip and not spill a single drop. Then he waited patiently for his afterglow to subside before finally reaching up and loosening the cord. He dropped her suddenly, holding her wrist so her upper body bounced heavily on the edge of the mattress before she tumbled onto the floor.<br><br>"There is a pot in the corner, past the fire," he said. "You may use that." It was part of his tactics to humiliate her, but more importantly he had no desire to let her out of his sight. As she left him, he sighed and lied languorously on the bed before tugging the bell pull for his servants. He had previously arranged a signal with them, so they came in and began pouring a big hot bath for the elf.<br><br>"You will take a bath," he told her, when they had left.<br><br>______________<br><br><br>Alasse bobbed her head faster as he urged her on. The elf's throat was feeling tight, her jaw aching as she continued to suck him down. As soon as he came, she held him deep in her throat, swallowing every last drop of his hot seed. He tasted better; she had to force herself not to recoil. Moving her head back slightly, she took in a deep breath, struggling to oxygenate herself. Her tongue worked it's way around him once more, sucking him dry, and making sure none of his milk was wasted. Finally, she released him. Her face was flushed red, her chest rose and fell with quick pants. <br><br>Her legs were released so suddenly, and she yelped as her legs hit the ground hard. Tumbling down, she stood where he dropped her, knowing better than to move without permission. Sighing quietly, her eyes sought out the pot he spoke of, and quickly, before he changed his mind, she rose to find what would be her toilet. Biting her lip, she squatted uncomfortably over the small tin, her eyes so hard on the ground, she could almost taste the floor from staring. The sound of her urine filling the bowl did not help her embarrassment in the slightest.&nbsp; Thank the heavens it was only number one, and she waited a minute for every last drop to fall before standing quietly. <br><br>Alasse wondered how she would clean herself, but her question was answered the moment others walked in and poured a large bath for her. He ordered her to bathe. "Yes, Sir," she answered him, stepping to the "tub." With the tip of her foot first, she flinched a bit, but slowly worked herself into the hot water. Wasting no time, she grabbed the sponge and moved on all fours in the tub. Her breast hung low, her upper body facing him, and in this position, she scrubbed her cavern thoroughly. The elf worked the sponge over her rump, grinding her teeth as she washed her anus just as thoroughly. When the important parts of her were exceptionally clean, she moved onto the rest of her body. <br><br>The elf was not entirely sure if he was watching, but she bathed as though he were. She ran the sponge against herself slowly, not for pleasure, but for him. A small act of submission as she washed away any inch of filth from her body. Water dripped down her breasts, the sponge following with care. She washed her legs, scrubbed between her toes and under her toe nails. Her hands were washed thoroughly, as was her face. She cleaned behind and inside her ears. All that was left untouched was her hair, though her lavender locks had been groomed this morning. When she was done, she placed the sponge back where it had been, and stood up tall in the tub, waiting for his next command. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelta Runa</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 08:24:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">(Titus is in maroon, Alasse in purple.)</span><br><br>Titus looked up from his reading, long enough to take pleasure in her little show. He watched her finish her feet and hands and stand up patiently. A slight frown quirked his features, but he decided to play the part of the approving master for now.<br><br>He walked over to her, and around her, inspecting her from all angles. He reached out and touched her hair. Then he ordered her to turn around. He took the belt from his rich, soft velour bathrobe and tied her hands snugly behind her back. Then he placed his large, firm hand on the back of her neck shoved her headfirst into the tub. He held her head fully underwater, keeping it submerged for a good sixty seconds, before yanking her out by her hair.<br><br>“When I order you to bathe, you clean everything. That includes your hair. Now stand in the bathtub.” Untying her hands, he just as quickly binds them in the front. He stalks to the chamberpot and picks it up, fully prepared to upend it over her head and douse her with its contents; but no, he wrinkles his nose and sets it aside, although the threat is clear that he would do so if he wished. Instead he picked up a bottle of brandy and unstoppered it and pours a liberal amount over her head, staining her hair and trickling down her breasts and face. He leaves her hands tied in front of her and orders her, “Now, get clean. Your oral prowess has pleased me, and thus your bathroom privileges shall be as follows: when you need to relieve yourself, you must ask my permission. Also you are permitted only one bowel movement per day, no more. You may use the master bathroom for this task. When you complete a bowel movement you are to wash yourself in the shower/bath provided.” He watched her clean herself, with a critical eye. “You are to address me as ‘sir’, ‘master’ or ‘Lord Titus’. You are not to speak with, touch, make eye contact or in any way interact with my staff unless I expressly designate. Unless I give my express permission, you are not to touch yourself except for hygiene purposes. Punishments will begin with removal of privileges, and escalate to corporal punishmentr if necessary. Do I make myself clear?”<br><br>He snatched the wet sponge from her hands and threw it at her face. It smacked her with a wet SLAP and landed in the wash tub. “Get out of the tub. Now haul it into the master bathroom and dump it in the laundry drain in the far corner.” This would be a difficult task for a slender maiden by herself, but he did not care. After whipping the soft bathrobe belt from her wrists, he urged her along with a stiff smack to her bottom, made all the more painful by its wetness. He tapped his foot impatiently while she completed the task.<br><br>“Chop, chop! I’ve allocated this time to train you and I don’t wish to waste any of it! Now, you need to dry off. Start jumping up and down until I tell you to stop. This is a silent exercise so I had better not hear one sound escape your lips until I order you to stop moving.” He watched her with wicked glee, as only he knew of the wrinkle to this exercise. He wound the soaking wet bathrobe belt up and lashed her with it, the tip striking the bottom curve of her right buttock with a sharp snap that would sting as much as if not more than any wet towel. His next shot fell a little short of its target, striking the inside of her left thigh, but he went around in front of her and scored a direct hit on her left nipple. Oh, she had better not make a sound! He left her alone then, still jumping and pretended to forget about her. He sprawled on the bed, and appeared to doze off for five minutes. He wanted to see if she would collapse from exhaustion. Then after ten minutes of forcing her to jump, he grabbed something out of her sight. She would not see it coming, she would only feel the sudden, searing pain of the red-hot iron branding a letter T into her left ass cheek.<br><hr>Alasse’s eyes remained lowered as her hands were ties behind her back. She knew at that moment she did something wrong. As soon as his hand was placed behind her neck, she gasped being shoved face first into the tub. The small gasp gave her only the slightest bit of air, and with that she tried to hold out. It felt as though she were in their for ages. The sound of her heartbeat grew louder in her ears, her body weakening little by little as it tried to find oxygen. The elf did not struggle, fearing he would indeed let her drown if she did. Small bubble were rising out of the water; her body twitched slightly. She felt herself fading. Surely, he was going to let her die. <br><br>Her head was yanked back roughly, and she gasped, her breast bouncing with the rapid breaths she inhaled. “Yes, Sir!” she cried out between gasps, quickly rising to her feet. Her hands were tired in front of her now, her eyes kept to the ground. She heard him lift the pot; the elf prepared to be degraded. The smell that washed over her was not of her own urine, but one of alcohol. Alasse said nothing as he did so, only replying “Yes, Sir,” as he ordered her to bathe once more. She lowered herself into the tub, again on all fours. This time, she submerged her hair into the water.<br><br>Reaching for the small bottle of shampoo, she doused a fair amount onto her head, and a bit more onto her palm. It was hard to reach her locks with her hands tied. She worked the top of her head first, scratching furiously, working the shampoo in quickly, but thoroughly. Pulling the rest of her hair over her shoulder, she untied the braid, and washed her hair as one would scrub laundry. The elf sniffed, scrubbing until she could not smell not even a hint of the brandy on her. She rinsed her hair off, and again grabbed the sponge, working it over her entire body. Though her hands moved quicker now, she was just as thorough, reworking the sponge where it needed, but bathing herself fully for the second time. <br><br>“Yes, Master,” she responded quickly, the sponge being ripped from her hands. It hit her face hard, but she held in a cry and nearly leaped out of the tub. She could not tell if he had already lost his patience with her, or if he would simply be a cruel owner. Regardless, she held no intention of angering him. She grabbed the corners of the rub, pulling it as hard as she could. Alasse had no strength in her arms, but she struggled until, little by little, it began to move. It took an effort, nearly several minutes for what could have been done in seconds had others been helping her. She pushed with all her might against it, tilting it so that the water fell into the drain. <br><br>“Yes, Master,” she said as she began jumping. The elf sealed her lips tightly, carefully trying to keep even her own breath quiet. The sudden sting of the belt surprised her, but the elf bit her tongue, shutting her eyes, focusing on her task. Another strike at her inner thigh. Her fingers curled. The last one on her nipple nearly brought a shriek from her. Alasse let out a very slow exhale through her nostrils. Just jump. Just keep jumping, she thought to herself. Years of slavery taught her to escape into a meditative state. Her body kept moving, she ignored the ache in her legs. Her eyes were closed, she was tired, but she kept moving. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, she willed herself. <br><br>What came next was something that the elf couldn’t possibly have prepared for. Heat. Blistering heat. Pain, far greater than anything she had known. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Alasse could not stop herself; she wailed as loudly as a new born child, her feet shaking. She couldn’t jump anymore and fell to the ground. She wailed out, the iron melting into her skin. Oh gods, she couldn’t take it, but as soon as that scream was ripped from her mouth, she knew she would be punished. The elf’s body shook in pain and tears flowed freely from her eyes without pause. Her first instinct was to beg for forgiveness, but he had already punished her once for speaking without permission. She ground her teeth together, struggling to keep herself from crying out, and even harder to keep conscience. <br><hr>Titus was so impressed at her endurance, that he almost forgave her for screaming when he branded her. Still, she would have to be punished. He tossed the brand back into the hearth, where it landed with a clattering clang. A bottle of lotion hit the carpet beside her head. “Rub that on the burn. It will prevent infection, and dull the pain. Quickly, now.” While he watched her writhing on the floor, he busied his mind conceiving of a new punishment for her.<br><br>He allowed her ten minutes on the floor, a dark red monogram of his name permanently marked on her buttock, soon to turn black. She would be fine as long as she used the lotion. After twenty minutes, she wouldn’t feel a thing, although the area would still be tender. He hit upon an idea for a punishment. He told her to stand on her head against the wall, with her legs spread. Leaving her like that momentarily, he procured something special, in a pitcher.<br><br>He returned and said, “Spread your legs wide, my dear.” He ran a hand casually down her inner thigh, brushing the lips of her pussy and up the other side. His fingers gently spread her vulva, as if parting a flower’s petals to gain a peek at the bee within. He tilted the pitcher, and began pouring a soft, silken, warm oil into her vagina. He filled her tiny slit, his hand parting its depths as it did when he first inspected her. A warm, tingling sensation would begin to spread wherever the oil touched. He rubbed a tiny bit onto her clitoris just for good measure.<br><br>“Alright, you mustn’t spill a single drop. I want you to apologise to me, and then tell me in great detail why I should forgive you. I will tell you when I am satisfied.” He crouched on the floor to listen to her. As he listened, he reached out with a questing hand and experimentally tickled her ribs and her armpit.<br><hr>Alasse remained on the ground, curled ith her feet tucked underneath her, her rump still in the air. Her body trembled heavily with no control. She shut her eyes at the sound of a loud clang, fearing what that could be. The elf nearly yelped when something hit the ground beside her face. Lotion? “Thank you, Master,” She took the bottle and with shaking hands opened it. Small squeals slipped past her lips as she rubbed the burn. The cooling sensation stung harshly, and her skin was very, very tender. Swallowing hard, she spread the lotion all over the new imprint. She closed the bottle, neatly placing it beside her, and assumed her position on the ground. Time felt slow, as slow as an inmate would feel marching to his death. The silence in the room was unbearable; she could feel his eyes on her. Would he hurt her more as punishment? Nothing could possibly be worse than that... could it?<br><br>The pain from his mark was fading, and the motions in her body were slowing. Her breathing was slowing to a normal pace. When he finally spoke, Alasse wasted no time in answering him. “Yes, Master,” she said, quickly crawling to the nearest wall. The elf was not quite sure how she would do this. She lacked in upper arm strength, or any strength for that matter. Forcing herself onto her hands, she kicked her feet off the ground and leaned them back against the wall. Her arms were shaking slightly. She moved her legs slowly, spreading them as wide as she possibly could. Her eyes closed, and she took deep breaths, trying very hard to focus and keep still. Her neck was already feeling stiff, and she hoped she could lock her wrists and elbows. <br><br>Biting her lip, she whimpered nervously as his hand traveled along her skin. When he began to spread her, she felt more tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. She was terrified at the gentleness, but not as terrified as what he could be plotting. Suddenly, she felt something dripping inside her, filling her, and the elf’s arms once again began shaking. Her lips parted, and sweat trickled down her forehead and through the valley of her breast. She felt warm; not the warmth you would feel near a fire. No, she felt hot down below, a kind of heat that coursed through your veins and made you come alive with desire. The nipples of her soft breast were hardening. Alasse felt so ashamed at how her body was responding. <br><br>His fingers left oil on her clit, and it too began to grow warm, to tingle; her breathing became ragged. Her toes were curling; her body was flushing red. Alasse was struggling to hear him, to listen to his voice, but she understood what he was asking. “Pl-please, Lord T-tidus, f-for-give me.....” she started, her words strained both from the tension in her arms, and the arousal in her voice. “I am so sorry, Master... So sorry for my actions. I am yours, my only wish is to please you, Master, to obey your every wish and command, but I have failed....” Her breathing hitched when he touched her, her body sensitive to the touch. Her arms were were lowing, but she kept her legs spread, her back straight and against the wall. “I am in no place to be forgiven... I am only here to serve. I have no right to your generosity in allowing me to ask for your forgiveness. Thank you for allowing me, Master, to ask for this from you. There is no reason why you should, Sir, for I have failed to complete your command.&nbsp; I am at your mercy, Lord Titus, if only you should choose to show me....” <br><br>Alasse’s voice was feeling lost, her last few words coming out as strained moans. “Please forgive me,” she cooed out, her tone gentle, frightened, but filled with a suppressed excitement that just could not be masked. “Please show me mercy, Lord Titus...” She had unintentionally moaned his name, the oil inside her distracting her far too much to keep speaking. Her mouth was opened; she tried to keep going, but could only manage the words “sorry” and “please” between little murrs of pleasure.<br><hr>Titus allowed her to struggle, whimpering and pleading, for as long as he saw fit. Ultimately, he seemed convinced, like the lion who is talked into sparing the mouse’s life for another day. He chuckled and said, “Dear, dear me, Alasse. I think you plead like a champion! Truly you grasp how weak and worthless you are. You’ve pleased me very much, so I will show you further mercy.”<br><br>He clapped his hands, and a servant entered with a plastic sheet, which he spread on the floor. The servant did not even look at Alasse, nor acknowledge her existence. He left as silently as he had come, and Titus reached out and rubbed Alasse’s clitoris ever so slightly with his finger. He was an expert touch, knowing just where to touch it on top, and stroking the sides of the little nub before probing beneath it. Then he seized her ankles, and slowly flipped her onto the sheet. The oil spilled from her, running down her tummy and breasts, setting the erogenous zones alight with tingling, warming sensations. He laid her gingerly on the sheet, and then took a seat on the bed.<br><br>“And now, my dear little slave, I want you to pleasure yourself. Touch whatever you need, touch everything; you have my full permission. Do not cum, however. You must ask my permission for that. Now, commence.”<br><hr>“Thank you, Master.” Alasse’s eyes closed as the elf tried to control the sensations coursing through her body. It was not until she felt his fingers on her did they open again. Oh, his fingers felt amazing, she was nearly inclined to beg for more. But she stopped herself, holding her tongue as even as the oil began to drop down from her delicate flower. Her breast felt warm suddenly, her tummy heated. The elf panted as he layed her down on a white sheet. She had been to distracted to notice it was placed there. <br><br>“Thank you, Master,” she answered him, curling into the same position she had been in. Her thighs were spread for him to see her, and she was raised enough so that her breast were just barely touching the ground. Her hands moved to leisurely roam over her body. The elf traced over the mounds on her chest, giving off faint mewls. Each glide of her finger against her skin sent a wave of desire coursing right to her core. She traced down her tummy, over her sides, gliding her palms along her inner thighs and rising over the curve of her rump. Her body felt so alert, so alive with a lust she poor slave had never known. <br><br>She traced along her arms, behind her neck; her tummy fluttered at the tingling that over took her neck as the oil was spread there. Her fingers traced down to her little feet, where her toes curled tightly in delight. Finally, her fingers traced over her clit, and at this the elf moaned for him to hear. Her palm pressed against those bare lips of hers, stroking gently, working back up to her tingling little nub. one finger pressed down, making circular motions. Her other hand reached to caress her folds. A finger teased at her entrance, but her eyes watched him then, curious, in need; he had given her permission to touch, but not to insert. She did not press inward, but instead moved up to tease along her tight anus. <br><br>Alasse’s gentle voice filled the air with soft purrs, mewls, coos of delight. Her silver eyes were on her Master, her lips parted slightly, her cheeks flushed. She could feel herself tightening just slightly as her climax was drawing near. Her eyes were intense on him, waiting for permission to beg.<br><hr>Titus watched her in obvious approval, and poured more of the oil on her face, her neck and chest. It was edible, tasting faintly of chocolate-covered strawberries. He stroked her lips and stuck his ring and forefinger into her mouth, feeling her tongue and telling her to suck. When he saw her climax was close, he ordered her to stop. He had disrobed, before, and now squatted before her, his erect cock standing stiff and tall like a flagpole. <br><br>“You have done extremely well, touching yourself. Now you must touch only me instead. Bring your master to climax, with your hands. No mouth. Not quickly, this time. Do it slowly. Take your time and, when I am finished, you must catch every last drop of my seed in your hands. Then I want you to eat it. Again, don’t spill a single drop. You have permission to touch my cock, and my sack but that is all.”<br><br>He rewarded her with a few masculine sighs of pleasure as she no doubt undertook his orders.<br><hr>Alasse was near pure bliss, her entire body heated with sensual warmth. She moaned as he slid his fingers into her mouth, the elf sucking them softly. Her hands moved immediately when she was ordered to stop. She was so close, she had to fight back a whimper, the oils still working on her, though her hands were no longer there for her pleasure. <br><br>Gentle hands found their way to her master’s staff upon command. Her fingers were teasing, the tips stroking over him very gently, tracing his entire lining with a bare touch. Each hand moved to his sack, cupping him as though he were frail, taking care in how she would handle him. The oils on her hands made her feel warm, and that warmth was sure to spread to him as she stroked the small slit that separated him. Alasse was extra gentle, taking her time, her fingers skimming the bit of skin that led from his cock to his anus. They never drew very close, for fear she would displease him. She only traced midway there, giving the hidden area faint attention before caressing back up to his package. <br><br>Her hands moved up his shaft, slowly. The elf made two rings with her index fingers and thumbs. They locked around her master’s cock, meeting in the middle. As one hand slowly moved down, the other moved up simultaneously. They would meet again in the middle, and repeat their pattern, working his cock entirely. She continued to suck his fingers, her eyes focused on his lips. The elf would never make eye contact unless given permission, but from her gaze, it was clear, all she wanted was to please him. <br><hr>Titus inhaled sharply as she touched him, the oil working its magic on him as it had on her. He hardened, and hardened more. Her touch was as skilful as he could have imagined and more. She was worth every last coin he had spent on her. He might have to open the basement up for this one. As she worked his length with both hands, he withdrew his hand from her mouth and with both hands clutched her shoulders. He gasped, and pulled her close so he could nibble on her, his teeth grazing her cheek, and taking small nips of her neck, and her ears. <br><br>“Twist your hands in opposite directions,” he ordered. “And don’t stop.” He was getting close, her expert touch and careful attention working wonders on him. Her work with her hands rivalled the experience of her mouth, so magnificent was it. “You have permission to look me in the eye, until I cum.” He met her gaze, and both his hands wrapped tightly around her neck. He squeezed, holding on as his lips pressed to hers, teeth pulling at her lips, his tongue forcing its way down her throat. It was more of a marking than a kiss, but he did it, and released his hold on her neck when he had finished.<br><br>He began to cum, giving her no warning whatsoever. Several voluminous, powerful spurts of seed erupted forth from the tip of his thick manhood. He expected her to catch all of it in her hands, she had better not spill any of it. If she did he would notice. He finally finished his orgasm, his cock losing a fraction of its stiffness as one last drop of semen escaped his urethra.<br><br>“Now that you have it, my slave... I want you to mark yourself with it. Put it on your breasts, your stomach, your face. Do a good job and you will be rewarded, but no touching of your genitals.”<br><hr>The way in which he gripped her shoulders told the elf she was doing well. Her hands were slow, just as he had ordered, and she would leave him satisfied. His teeth grazing her skin made her moan ever so lightly. She wanted, no, needed, to please him, to show him that she was his obedient slave. <br><br>Her hands twisted in opposite directions, just as he has ordered. Alasse could feel his member swelling, his climax drawing near, and still, she took her time. With his permission, her silver eyes slowly raised to meet his gaze. The slave nearly gasped, both from the look in them, and from his hands wrapping around her neck. The power, the dominance in his eyes frightened her, yet, the pleasure he felt from her only enticed her to keep going. The elf did not pause for one moment, her breathing shallow as his grip on her neck tightened.<br><br>His teeth made her shiver, her lips parting for him as his tongue slid into her mouth. The shy, frightened look in her eyes held as he marked her, and did not break until he pulled back. Her hands felt his length pulsing, and instinctively, her hands moved to capture his semon. She waited for it all, her hands moving to receive every last drop of his seed. Alasse made sure his cock was clean and that none of it spilled from her hands. <br><br>“Yes, Sir,” she answered him, her hands moving to drop his cum over her breast. The elf was careful, one hand pouring, while the other rubbed his seed into her skin. With a finger, she had traced a small “T” over each breast, before moving to her belly. She glided her fingers along her stomach, marking herself as much as she could, still leaving enough for her face. Her hands slowly rose to her lips. Alasse did not forget his previous order; he had told her to eat it. Her tongue trailed out to taste him, her lips suckling bits of his cum into her mouth. With the rest left in her&nbsp; palms, she marked her lips, cheeks, her whole face.&nbsp; Her skin glowed with his markings. The elf’s eyes had reverted back to his chest, and she did not move, waiting for his next order, praying he was satisfied with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
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				Titus smiled wryly in approval at his slave, raising an eyebrow in surprised interest when she made the mark of his monogram on her breasts. His smile widened when she recalled what he had ordered her to do before ordering her to mark herself with his seed, and he clapped his hands together.<br><br>"Well done, Alasse. Your obedience, attention to detail, thoroughness and ingenuity within the boundaries of your orders have pleased me, and earned you a place at the foot of my bed tonight. Now, get up, carefully; don't spill a single drip on the carpet. Come with me into the bathroom."<br><br>He waited for her to follow, walking into the expansive, well-equipped master bath. He motioned for her to get into the shower; if she had not complied he would drag her into it, and what's more punish her for forcing him to get his own seed on his hands. He turned the water on, spraying her with a shower head attached to a hose. The water was ice cold at first, and he aimed it at her chest, enjoying the way it made her nipples stand up. The water adjusted suddenly, becoming hot. Not scalding, but it was hot enough to cause discomfort. He blasted the semen from her skin, washing it all away so it went down the drain. He gave her no warning at all before turning the spray on her face, the water cascading over her lips, nose, eyes and down her neck. Taking a loofah, he filled it with soap and gave her torso, neck and face a quick scrubbing before removing his clothes and joining her in there. He ordered her to wash him, warning her that if she was not gentle or thorough enough, there would be consequences. When she finished, he turned the water off and ordered her to rub him down with a towel. When he was completely dry, he ordered her to dry herself off. Then he led her back into the room.<br><br>"You must put this on," he said, opening a small chest beside the bed and producing a device that looked like a feminine undergarment, but made of metal. It was a chastity belt, but with total and complete coverage: she would be wholly unable to relieve herself when wearing it. "I possess the only key, and if you grievously displease me I will not unlock it at all." He forced the device between her thighs, wrapping it around her hips and clicking it into place. When he was done, it looked as if she was wearing metal panties. It was cold, and would likely chafe slightly, and rub against her tender brand spot.<br><br>"Now, I am going to sleep. You are to lie at the foot of my bed. Do not disturb me, under any circumstances." The room was warm, as there was still a fire, and he remained nude as he slipped beneath the covers. Alasse, however, was forced to lie atop them. After about five hours, the fire had died and the room grew very chilly.<br><hr>Alasse stood up slowly, letting every drop fall from her and onto the sheet before she followed him to the bathroom. Upon command, she stepped into the shower, and was taken back as she was suddenly sprayed with freezing water. The elf whimpered, her body shivering, but the water quickly turned hot. Her alabaster skin grew red under the heat, but she remained still as he hosed her down. She coughed just a bit as he sprayed her face, and she turned her head in all angles so the water reached every part of her. Her eyes closed as he scrubbed her down, opening again only when she noticed he stepped in to join her. She took the loofah, rubbing it against her hand to create a gentle lather, before slowly running it against his cheek. She washed his face, gently scrubbing behind his ears, under his jaw, around his eyes carefully. She lowered the sponge down to his neck, and his shoulders. The elf traced along his arm, scrubbing around and under them. A small blush rose to her cheeks as she began to wash his chest and abdomen, noticing his build for the first time in the night. She washed everything, her finger gently stroking inside his belly button, and she circled to scrub his back. She was very gentle as she scrubbed him down below, dropping the sponge, and cleaning him with her hands, rinsing him and repeating until there was no trace or smell of the oil. She washed between his cheeks, and down his thighs, and she scrubbed between his toes. Her eyes checked over him, making sure she had done well, before she lightly shampooed and conditioned his hair. <br><br>Finally, she rubbed him down with a towel, drying him as best as he could, and when ordered to dry herself, she began to jump, unsure whether she was allowed to use a towel. When she was dry, she followed him back to the room. At first, the elf was in shock when he pulled out the chastity belt, but she stood stone still as he locked the devise around her. The mark on her brand felt tender and she winced slightly as it rubbed against her. She felt odd as she moved, the belt biting into her skin slightly. "Yes, Master," she answered him, taking her place at the foot of his large bed. The elf curled into a small ball, draping her long hair over herself as a blanket. It did not do much, but it was warm enough in the room for the time being. Her eyes closed and in a few moments she drifted off to sleep. <br><br>After a few hours, the elf's body began to shiver, and she awoke to find that the fire had died. She was cold, and the metal panties were freezing against her skin. Alasse trembled slightly, her eyes darting up to Titus to make sure she had not woken him. She shut her eyes tight, forcing herself still. Her mind wandered off, taking her back into her same meditative state, the Elsewhere she created for herself the first time she became a slave. She lost herself in memories of the sun shining on her face, the warmth of the forests during the summer. She recalled the soft fur of her wolf as they slept together, and the sound of its heartbeat when she slept against it. The image of her bow came to mind, and oh, how she loved the memory of hunting in those days. Alasse no longer felt the cold of her room, her mind so far gone in her memories, she was not even sure how much time had passed since the cold woke her.<br><hr>Titus slept soundly and dreamlessly, until about an hour before dawn. The dreams always came to him then. The fire started first, licking at his shins, before climbing to his thighs, and then igniting in his groin. Then the hands came, the clammy, touching, groping hands that enveloped his lower body like an unsettling ocean made of velvety palms and stroking fingers. The eyes always arrived third, glimmering faintly in the darkness as they judged him, mocking him, both exploiting and disparaging his body at the same time.<br><br>The words were the last step, a barely discernible susurration that grew into harsh exclamations. Derogatory, vulgar and commanding, they always told him what a filthy boy he was, how he was dirty and awful.<br><br>Like all the other times, he awoke on a crest of imagined voices, hard as a rock and hating it. His sleep-cloaked, fevered eyes fell on the elf shivering at the foot of his bed, and he cast his covers aside and dragged her towards him by her hair. His hands surrounded her face, one on her forehead, the other clutching her chin and forcing her mouth open. He thrust his engorged cock inside, taking care at first to avoid her teeth but being less caring once the head was in. It dragged against her palate, the underside pressing her tongue to the floor of her mouth. He gripped her hair again, pulling her by her head as he dug around inside her mouth with his member, as if rooting for something. It pushed her tongue aside, pressed against her glottus, touched the insides of her gums. He gave a sigh of ecstasy, as if feeling some kind of relief, and then grunted and pushed it further. His horribly huge length, throbbing with arousal, forced its way into her throat and kept going. "Come on, cry out," he hissed. "I want to hear you cry!" He began moving his hips, fucking her face ever so slightly even as he manipulated her like she was some kind of doll. He twisted her around, his knee pinning one of her arms to the bed while his hand clasped her other wrist, his sack resting on her face while he burrowed penis-first into her mouth. He came fairly quickly, filling her throat with his seed. He kept his cock buried deep in her throat while he came.<br><br>Finally he withdrew, as if he had expended something, but he was still full of energy. He found the key to her chastity belt and unlocked it. "Go... go have your bowel movement and shower," he ordered. He had a full day planned for her, maybe she didn't get enough sleep last night but she would undoubtedly be exhausted by the time their day ended. "Use the green bar of soap, and the white bottle of shampoo. Dry yourself with one of the salmon towels." He sent her on her way, and did his morning exercises. Once he was glistening with sweat from exertion, rather than fear, he entered the bathroom himself. "I want you to wash me again, Nalya," he said, reverting to the slave name he had given her upon her arrival. "You did a good job last time. This morning was not a punishment, I simply expect my slave to be available to me at all times, sometimes unexpectedly." It was not an apology, nor was he feeling required to explain himself; he simply wished to clarify, to avoid confusion. The system would never work if she believed he was punishing her at random.<br><br>After their shower, he told her, "Dry yourself off completely—there's a hair dryer if you need it—, then I want you to dry me off, using only your hair and your body. You may not dry yourself again once you have finished drying me." While they were in the bathroom, maids changed the linens and turned down the bed. He led Alasse back into the bedroom, put the chastity belt back on her, and clipped a collar around her neck. It was very tight. He attached a leash to the collar, and gave it a quick tug. The collar tightened, restricting her airway somewhat. He thumbed something on the leash, and the pressure went away. "That was a demonstration. Come. On all fours." He opened the bedroom door and led her out of the room for the first time, naked except for the chastity belt. He walked purposefully down the wide hallway, which was furnished sparsely with halberds, axes, the occasional suit of armour. A maid walked past in the opposite direction, and looked down at Alasse for a moment.<br><hr>At first, she was barely aware of what was happening. Her head was in pain and her eyes fluttered open when she felt her body being pulled from her spot on the bed. Strong hands forced her lips to part, and only then did reality come back to her. Alasse had not realized how large he was until this moment. He shoved himself to deep into her tiny mouth, that all air was cut off with each buck of his hips. No matter how hard she tried, she just could not keep up with his rythmn. Her hands reached out to try and push at him, not out of defiance, but out of fear. She screamed, the sound muffled by his cock, the vibrations in her throat sure to swim over his shaft as he continued to plow her face. <br><br>The way he twisted her prevented her from fighting, but her legs kicked desperately as she struggled for air. Tears poured from her eyes like waterfalls. She tried to beg for mercy, but no words could be heard. Only the sound of her choking echoed throughout the large bedroom. Her legs slowed, her movements weakening. Her body began to feel light and her heart pounded fiercely in her chest. She was shutting down slowly; her head was spinning. If not for her strength fading, Alasse surely would have revolted to panicing. The image of his groin was blurring. She could taste the saltiness of his semon as it dripped down the back of her tongue and down her throat. Her eyes closed, her body going limp. <br><br>As soon as he withdrew, the small bit of air that returned to her made the elf cough up and gasp loudly. She sucked in deeply, heaving as she tried to re oxygenate her lungs. When he came towards her again, she flinched and her arms raised to her face for protection. His order did not meet deaf ears, and she immediately flew from the bed. "YES MASTER!" she cried out, leaping from the bed. She sped to the pot he had assigned her, sitting. Alasse was so shaken, it took her a few moments before she was able to relieve herself. <br><br>Wasting no time, she moved to the shower room, and scrubbed herself thoroughly as instructed. After 15 minutes, she took a salmon towel and dried herself off. The sight of him stepping into the shower frightened her. She didn't dare raise her eyes to him. Alasse washed him, her hands gentle, though shaky, as she rinsed him of every ounce of the sweat the veiled his body. Only when he smelled of nothing but the soap and his hair of shampoo did she stop. "Yes, Master," she answered him, and moved to blow dry her hair. When she was sure there was not one drop of water on her, she moved to him again. <br><br>Alasse was not sure how to go about drying him. The expression on her face, though fearful, was equally one of confusion and shyness. Stepping into him, she pressed her body to his, her arms wrapping around him slightly and moving down his back. Her skin upon his would not be able to dry him, but she moved her body over his and pushed the extra water downward. Sliding herself down, she held her breasts open and softly squeezed his cock between them. Her mounds glided from him, the water slipping from him and onto her own body. Stepping around him, she continued to press herself against him, gliding herself awkwardly to slip the extra water down to his legs. She squeezed the water from his hair and when she was sure she was done, she began to part bits of her hair at a time to dry him off completely. <br><br>Alasse first started with his face. Her hair was very soft, and very thick, and with the ends, she gently patted his cheeks. The elf worked her way downward, very slowly. As his body grew drier, her hair grew damper. To her luck, her hair was long. She worked from the ends, to the top of her head, and as one path grew wet, she switched to dry locks. She payed closed attention to his staff and legs, even drying him between his toes. Half of her hair was very damp, and she pulled it into a small bun. With the remaining dry hair, she worked on his own head. It took quite some time, until her hair was very, very damp. There was no way she would be able to dry his hair completely, and she hoped she would not be punished for this. <br><br>She followed him into the room, not uttering a sound as the chastity belt was locked around her once more. The elf winced slightly as he placed a collar around her neck. It bit into her skin and was uncomfortable to wear, but she didn't dare reach for it. She watched as a leash was attached to it, and the fear immediately filled her eyes when the tug caused it to become tighter, choking her for just a moment. "Yes, Master," she replied, kneeling down and following him like a dog. She remained close to his legs, not bumping against him, but close enough to keep the leash loose. Her eyes were glued to the ground. Alasse remembered his warning from the night before. Her vision focused on his feet and her own hands on the floor. Hearing the extra pair of feet cause her to look solely at his feet.<br><hr>The maid paused, upon seeing Titus had stopped, and looked down. Most of the staff did so when confronted with their master. Titus saw an opportunity to humiliate Alasse, to punish her for not drying herself completely. He shoved her flat onto the floor, and reached down and spread her legs wide, exposing both her holes to the maid's view. He looked up at the maid with a smirk, and noticed she didn't dare look away and risk provoking his wrath. He reached down and began playing with both her holes, moving them around rather than penetrating them mostly. he did this sometimes, to frighten his staff into submission.<br><br>Giving the leash a flick, he ordered her to keep going. "Crawl on your stomach, Nalya. I want your breasts to be touching the floor until we get to where we're going." Where they were going was the Red Room. Leaving the flustered maid behind, Titus forced Alasse to crawl nearly twenty feet from his bedroom to a room with walls painted red, filled with all sorts of harnesses, chains, whips and other equipment. He locked the door behind them. "You now have permission to get off of your stomach. You may speak when spoken to."<br><br>He went into a corner of the dimly-lit room, rummaging in a drawer and coming back with a pair of scissors. Approaching her with the sharp metal, he snapped, "Hold still." He carefully removed a lock of her hair, folded it over and tied it with a small white ribbon. Then he placed both the scissors and the hair into the drawer before returning to his slave. With no warning or preamble, he suddenly slapped her across the face. "When you have your bowel movement, you are to use the master bathroom."<br><br>He slipped out of his silk robe, a sign he meant business. Soon he was undoing some straps and chains from the ceiling. "I've heard much about the stamina of elves—specifically, that your people have none. Let's see how well that bears up." He attached leather restraints to each of her wrists, then hauled on a cable connected to an intricate series of pulleys. By this method he hauled up by her wrists, until only her legs rested the floor. Then he hooked two more leather restraints around her ankles, and yanked them off the ground as well. When he stopped, her legs were pulled up almost beside her head. To alleviate the pressure on her sore arms, she would have to pull on the harness with her legs, and vice versa. But he wasn't finished yet. A set of chains came out, and he connected her special collar to them. Two little rings with tiny metal clips were at the end of each chain. He snapped the little clips onto her nipples, pinching them. If she tilted her head too far back, the pressure on her nips would increase and she would cut off her own airway. Now he was finished.<br><br>Now she hung there, swinging slightly, pain in her arms that could only be alleviated by causing more pain in her legs, her thighs spread apart for him to view, her nipples in pain and the threat of choking. His grin was as cruel and sadistic as the devil's, and with no time for her to get wet or even aroused, he stepped up to her pelvis which was hanging right at his hip level, and rammed his massive cock into her pussy and began fucking her roughly.<br><hr>Alasse gasped when she was shoved down onto her belly, but kept her eyes fixed to the wall. She swallowed hard when her legs were spread, her face flushing a deep crimson. The elf knew she was being watched, knew that the made was there and could see her body like this. She felt her stomach knot up with each of his touches, a frightened whimper escaping her each time his finger pressed along her anus. She shut her eyes, biting her lip hard to keep from making any more sounds. It was not until she felt the flick of her leash that she began to move. <br><br>Alasse turned her gaze in front of her, and just as he ordered, she crawled on her stomach. She moved her arms in front of her, pulling herself with them, and carefully bent her knees to push herself forward. The carpet underneath her burned her skin with each drag of her body. She was unsure how long she would have to go. The skin along her breast and knees reddened, becoming tender, until finally, they reached their destination. <br><br>Sitting up on her legs, her eyes wandered around the room. Her breath was caught in her throat at the site before her. The toys, the whips, the chains, everything made her stomach churn. He was going to hurt her, and she was terrified. The elf stiffened when he approached her, the sight of scissors in his hands nearly bringing back the tears. She held them back as best she could, sitting stone still as the metal was brought close to her face. Holding her breath, she heard the cut, but felt nothing. Peeking out, she saw in his hand a lock of her purple hair. The elf let out a quiet sigh of relief, before her face was jerked back by a hard slap. "I'm sorry, Sir! It won't happen again! Please forgive me!" <br><br>She watched as his robe fell to the ground and any trace of hope she had fell with it. The sound of chains rattling teased the confidence she tried desperately to keep. Alasse swallowed hard, not responding to the challenge. She was timid, yes, but it was certain that she was not weak. Even so, she did not want to prove him wrong. She only wanted to survive through this. <br><br>She said nothing as she was hauled into the air, the pressure on her limbs leaving her sore. It hurt to move in any angle. Her arms would raised if she moved her legs, and her legs were hauled higher if she moved her arms. Alasse had no choice but to hang there, leaving her limbs tightly bound and in agony. Again, she heard chains rattle, and watched as he connected them to her collar. Her fingers curled into fists. Was he going to suffocate her? <br><br>Wincing, her bottom lip twitched as her nipples were clamped by the chains. Her neck would be forced to remain up, causing much more strain on her spine. The elf hung like a tortured rag doll, unmoving, with pain evident on her face. It was hard to breathe with her body curled this way, and with the tight collar around her neck. His grin was cruel, his eyes cold, but the elf did not attempt to move. She wanted to live at the expense of her comfort. What had she done in her life to deserve such treatment?<br><br>Alasse cried out, her body bucking suddenly from a hard thrust. Every thrust of his hip drew a scream from her, her body swinging from the pulley, causing more pressure on her limbs. She thought she would break. She tried to rest her head between her arms, forcing herself to keep it up, watching as he piledrove himself into her. The savage movement of his hips made her breast bounce, and she pushed her head forward, feeling any slight movement would pull the chain on her collar. The elf was curled into a painful ball, crying out from this brutality.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelta Runa</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 01:29:04</strong>
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				Titus did not hold back, his pelvic pounding making the poor elf’s pussy sore and causing the chains to jingle and the harness to creak in its mounts as he rocked her with the violent fucking. He went through slaves more quickly than other men of his status. Usually they were terrified, quivering lumps of bruised flesh by the time he finished with them. He saw her tits bounce and paused in his frenetic ravaging of her vagina to reach up to her collar. He cinched the chains tighter, not endangering her air supply further, but shortening the length between her throat and her breasts so that they were held up by her nipples. He resumed pounding her, and now with each bounce of her titties the clips tugged painfully on her nipples. His fingernails raked down her torso, leaving angry red marks along the undersides of her breasts and down her smooth tummy to her mound. His cock was so thick, too thick for her nearly-virgin sex. He was forcing her to open up too much, too soon.<br><br>He withdrew from her without any warning at all, and seized up the scissors he had used earlier. Holding the blades an inch or two apart, he menaced her with them. A sharp edge of steel traced a line down her cheekbone and throat. “I could kill you right now, and no one would care. I own you, which means your life is in my hands. Nobody would say anything if I slit your throat right here and now.” He held the blades on either side of her nipple, tugging on the chain so it was slightly distended. “Or slice off a piece of you. Or maim you in some other way. Good… I want to see you in fear.” Waving the scissors in front of her eyes one more time, he closed them and walked around behind her, suddenly grasping a great handful of her hair and pulling her head back, causing the chain to both tug on her nipples and cut her breath off. “I want you to cum, Nalya. Cum right now.” He was conditioning her, instilling mental routines that would eventually put her into a purely reactive state. He kept her head pulled back for thirty seconds, released it for ten (allowing her to breathe again), then yanked it back for another thirty. “Cum right now. Orgasm.” He intended to keep this up until she came. Moving back around to the front, he began fucking her pussy again, while tugging the chains directly upwards in the same rhythm — thirty on, ten off — to both torture her teats and cut her air off until she came. Regardless, he suddenly performed a&nbsp; surprising switch manoeuvre: his piston-like thrusts into her sex changed abruptly, his cock’s head popping out just enough to suddenly slide into her anus. Her own juices provided the lubricant. He slapped her in the face once during each ten-second interval of breathing, repeating his order for her to cum. He expected two orgasms. He would give her ten minutes of this treatment to deliver, and then he would stop.<br><hr>Alasse’s shouts of pain were slowly dying out to small cries of displeasure. When she saw his hand reach to her collar, she nearly screamed once more, not wanting him to choke her. The chains on her collar pulled her nipples, and with every bounce, she thought they would rip off her breasts entirely. Her thighs were numb from being spread wide, and she wailed each time her limbs were forced to move with his pounding. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh nearly outweighed her cries. Anyone who was outside the door was sure to hear the event. <br><br>She caught her breath when he stopped suddenly, her nether swollen and her thighs a bright red. The cold blade of the scissors against her skin made the elf bite her lip hard. Her eyes dilated as he traced them down her throat, his words making her tremble. She was shaking just as she had been the night before, so much, that the chains on her breast began to rattle. She held her breath when they tugged at her nipple, the elf’s lips parted and twitching. If she was not sweating before, she definitely was now, expecting the greatest pain to come at that moment. <br><br>Alasse had no time to react when her hair was suddenly pulled, her collar immediately choking her. She coughed, gasping for air that did not come. Her body thrashed involuntarily, bucking from the sudden lack of oxygen in her lungs. His order received only more tears. There was no way she would be able to cum at demand. When the collar loosened up, she gasped for air, panting heavily, before her supply was cut off again. He was violating her again, his thrusts much more savage and brutal than before. Again she was allowed to breathe, and the elf yelped loudly from his hard slap. Her cheek swelled up immediately. Before she could speak, he was choking her again. <br><br>Her nipples were in agony, her spine aching, and her limbs felt as though they were on fire. Alasse had suffered great amounts of pain, but nothing could possibly prepare her for what came next. She felt his enlarged length enter her rier, the small opening unyielding as he forced the entrance opened quickly. The wail that erupted from her throat was sure to be heard throughout the entire manor. “MERCY! MERCY PLEASE!!!!!!!!!” Not even the cry of a banshee could over come the shrill pain in Alasse’s voice. Her wails continued despite his slaps, and they added to her suffocation each time her collar was pulled. She heaved and nearly gagged as the scream caught in her throat, and released like a tidal wave when she was allowed to breathe. “MERCY PLEASE MASTER MERCY! MERCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”<br><br>She was sure her pleads would fall on to deaf ears if she did not meet his order. Mentally, she willed herself to cum for him, but the pain that engulfed her body was too much to bear. “FORGIVE ME PLEASE, I CAN’T, PLEASE HAVE MERCY! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!!!!! OH PLEASE MASTER!!!!!!” Never in her life had she ever wished for death, but at this moment, she wanted nothing more than to die. If it meant that she would be free of this, she only hoped it would be swift. But of course, if this was her treatment now, she greatly feared what her punishment would be if she did not comply. <br><br>Her heart raced at this idea, and the elf shut her eyes tightly. She held what little breath she had and tried to focus on the pleasure. She tried to focus on his thrusting, tried to focus on his length pounding inside her. She tried to focus on him, but that was not helping her in the slightest. She wanted to retreat inside her mind, but he would notice. There was no way he would not if she did, and then she would lose her Elsewhere, the only thing that kept her sane. “MERCY!!!!!” she begged again, choking on her words.<br><hr>As soon as Alasse began begging for mercy, Titus’s eyes widened, and then narrowed sharply. His mouth twisted into an unpleasant sneer, and he pulled out of her. Just as swiftly, his hands reached up, his carved pectoral flexing near her face, and hit the quick release. The pulleys whizzed, the straps slackened and she was dropped roughly to the thick waterproof padding that covered the floor. Pulling her up by the nipple chains, he loosened the collar so she could breathe freely and released her, leaving her to heave for air on the carpet. “Breathe… that’s it. No retching. Throw up on my carpet and you’re dead.”<br><br>His fury at her inadequacy quietly subsided. He wanted to threaten her, to cause her harm, but he could see no point in it. In truth, her stamina until now had been admirable; thus, he would be lenient. “Words cannot express how disappointed I am with you. As of this moment, your bathroom privileges are revoked. Your sleeping privileges are revoked. Your speaking privileges, on the other hand, I will increase. You may speak to me whenever you must, provided you precede each statement with adequate grovelling, and your hair must be touching the ground before you speak.”<br><br>He walked in a slow circle around her, occasionally reaching out with a foot to touch her hair, or prod her in the small of her back. “You’re pathetic. I can’t even bring myself to touch you with my hands. I’d sell you, but nobody would buy you. You’re not good for much but being handed to my groundskeepers. They’re rough fellows, and they’d enjoy passing you around the campfire until you were used up. Yet you can still redeem yourself. We will see how well you respond to your punishment. Oh, yes, you must still be punished; failure is not negotiable. However, I will show the mercy you begged for. I like it when you beg. In my mercy, I will offer you a choice of punishments.<br><br>He smirked and unhooked the chains from her nipples, leaving her unadorned and bare as he walked over to the basin in the corner of the room. Filling a bucket with cold water, he tossed it over her. “You’re lucky that wasn’t something else,” he admonished. “Displease me severely and I may just piss on you. Now, here are your options.” He began outlining the “punishments” with sadistic glee. “One: you will be chained and handcuffed to the bondage bed, in a standing position. I will fuck you until your pussy is raw, and you will not be permitted to cum, not even once. Two: the spanking chair. I assure you, you will not be able to sit after that. Three: the rack. Your breasts will be given the brunt of your penance. It will be painful. Or four…” He trailed off as his gaze wandered to a simple wooden door with a surprisingly sophisticated lock on it, bearing a painted skull. “Four is a surprise.” He grinned wickedly. “You have five seconds to decide, but beware: once you make your choice known to me, you will have to convince me why it is the best one.”<br><hr>The moment she was released, Alasse panicked. She failed. Never in her life had she failed to complete in order, and now she was at the mercy of a sadist for doing so. She flinched in pain as he lifted her up, but when the collar fell from her neck she heaved loudly. The elf cough, her hands reaching to her swollen throat, and she inhaled as deeply as she possibly could. Her body was limp on the ground, except for the rise and fall of her chest as she greedily sucked in air. “I’m so sorry, Master,” she tried to apologize, her words choppy as she gasped a bit longer, till finally her breaths slowed to almost normal. <br><br>Alasse didn’t dare move from the spot he let her fall in. No, she didn’t even dare to look at him, replying only with a “Yes, Sir” to his orders. The elf felt smaller than the tiniest insect, and then even smaller than that. Her eyes glimmered in fear at the thought that she would be thrown to others till she was reduced to nothing but a lowly corpse of a being she once was. Turning onto her knees, she pressed her forehead to the ground with her arms out flat and stretched before his feet. Her body was low, and her fingers did not touch him. It was a bow of complete submission, and a sign that she was prepared to redeem herself. “I could not complete your order. I am pitiful and weak. I am not worthy of your lenience; thank you for your mercy, Lord Titus.” Her voice was timid, shaky, and it could still be heard that she was still recovering from her training. <br><br>She listened carefully to each and every option he gave her. Neither of them would be less painful than the other; this was something she knew the moment she was granted a choice to pick from either. The easiest choice to pick would be the first, but she knew that would not be enough to gain back her bathroom or sleeping privileges. No, she needed to redeem herself. She needed to put herself through hell just to prove that she was worthy of her life. Even if of course, this was not a life worth living. But she couldn’t think like that. One day, she would be free again. She had to hold onto that hope. Her people would suffer now, if there were any of her people left. But one day, she would be free and those that did this to her would receive the treatment they so deserved. <br><br>Two seconds left to make a decision. “Four, Master” she blurted out suddenly, and she cursed herself inwardly. She had meant to say “two”, to show him that though her brand mark was not completely healed, she was prepared to suffer through more pain. Now her mind raced as she searched for a proper reasoning for the surprise behind option four. “You have already taken me, Master. My body is already yours, and any pain will place a hold on me cumming, making choice one inadequate as punishment.” <br><br>Alasse waited a moment, expecting him to strike at her for making this claim. “You have branded me, Master, and taken me from behind. This shows that I am able to withstand pain. It is not punishment if I am used to the treatment, and so choice two is poor. Choice three presents the same issue, Sir. Not only this, but…. if my breast are scarred or mutilated in any form, they will appear displeasing for some time. If I am displeasing to look at, I will not be worthy to be in your presence, Master.” Swallowing hard, she waited another moment. “This leaves only option four to provide proper punishment.” She hoped that this method of choosing was enough. There was not much more she could say.<br><hr>Titus tilted his head while he listened to Alasse’s hasty, but surprisingly well thought out, explanation. “Hmm. Alright, your reasoning is adequate. But should you fail me again, the other options remain on the table, and you will experience all three of them in succession.” Letting that threat hang in the air, he returned to the same basin from whence he obtained the bucket of water. This time, he filled a tall, expensive-looking but sturdy glass, and handed it to her. “Drink this, all of it. Spill nothing.” When she had finished it, he refilled her glass to the brim, and ordered her to drink that as well. While she undertook that task, he began opening the complex locks on the mysterious door.<br><br>When he finally opened it, it afforded Alasse a brief glimpse of a room filled with bubbling phials, glass display cases and specially-constructed chilling equipment. All of it had cost Titus huge chunks of his fortune, but he considered everything worth it for the power it afforded him. Some of these strange serums, whether concocted himself or obtained from shady alchemists at great cost, could alter the human mind and body in ways beyond the dreams of medical science. Titus looked down on doctors, whom he saw as a passel of overpaid, overstuffed men who were carefully educated in the art of ignorance and still used leeches, for god’s sake. Titus employed natural healers, most of them women, to care for his well-being, and was supremely satisfied with the results.<br><br>The injection needles alone were impossibly pricey, owing to the materials required for their construction (delicately machined metal components and finely-wrought glasswork, for starters) and the nature of their use, which often necessitated throwing them away after one usage because they were nigh impossible to clean. Still, he was hitting upon some success with high-pressure steam cleaning. He picked up a fresh one and began perusing his catalogue of chemicals. Ah, Solution № 39D. That one never disappointed. He removed the vial from its housing and withdrew the proper amount, then carefully placed the serum back in its cabinet. It was light blue, almost transparent in the syringe. He returned to his slave’s side and knelt beside her, holding the needle vertically and flicking it to ensure there was no air. “Hold still. This will hurt slightly.” He cupped her right breast in his left hand, squeezing the organ slightly, and with his right hand plunged the needle into her breast, about two inches above the areola. He pushed the plunger down exactly halfway, and withdrew it. He repeated the treatment with her left breast: piercing the slope of it after securely cupping it, and injecting the remaining solution into the centre of her mammary. After removing the needle, he massaged both her breasts, kneading them like dough, to make sure the injection did its work. “How thrilling. To have no idea what I’ve just injected you with. It could turn you into a hideous hag, or erase your memories of your childhood… or maybe it was just deadly poison.” Cackling cruelly, he left her with that chilling thought as he returned to the Skull Room.<br><br>This next one, Solution № 66, was untested. He hoped the results were as promised. Strange vapours emerged from the special canister that kept it near freezing, as he lifted it with a pair of metal tongs. He loaded a fresh syringe with great care, as he had only a small supply. Once № 66 was returned to storage, he approached Alasse again with the injector. The serum contained within was a vivid red, like cranberry juice. With no warning, he jabbed the needle straight into her neck and filled her veins with the entire payload. Within seconds she would feel a burning sensation at the injection site, then flushed and sweating as it felt like her body was overheating. Smiling with satisfaction, he placed the used needle aside and reattached the leash to her collar. “You made the right choice, Nalya. Now come, we are going to your new home.” He flicked the leash, not tightening her collar but snapping the leather strap against her chin. “All fours for you.”<br><br>Suddenly he dropped the leash and came back, picking it up again. Alasse would not be able to see what he held, but she would feel the butt-plug as he carefully worked it into her, and the attached furry tail as it dangled down between her legs. He also took a headband with a pair of pointy ears on it and jammed same onto her head, held in place by her hair. Unable to help himself, he laughed. “Look at you. You’re my kitty cat now. And that’s how I want you to act.” This was all part of the humiliation game for him. He got down on his haunches and cupped her chin, speaking low and ominously. “For all intents and purposes, whenever you are on this leash, and wearing the tail plug and the ears, I want you to act like a domestic house cat.” He took the other end of the leash and whipped her buttock with it. “Now, let’s go.”<br><br>By now, Alasse would notice her breasts were tingling like crazy, hyper-sensitive and feeling uncomfortably swollen. Besides the burning in her neck, she would feel her clitoral glans swelling up as blood flowed to it, and she would likely begin sweating and panting a little bit as № 66 continued to raise her body temperature. Her mouth would feel dry, her throat parched. He dragged her by the leash, hauling her roughly out the dungeon door and constricting the collar around her neck. He paused to close the door and lock it, then to loosen her collar again so she could breathe, and then they continued the journey. However, he was obviously not taking the direct route back to his bedchambers again. Was he taking her somewhere else? To be abused and used by his staff, perhaps? Ooh, he could just imagine how frightened she must be… and humiliated, as he seemed determined to show his new “cat” off to the staff. Some of the maids looked away, but many of them looked down at Alasse’s face, then at her “tail” and began giggling behind their hands.<br><br>A passing kitchen boy stared and stared, and Titus would give Alasse a swift kick in the rear if he felt she was not acting feline enough. He avoided kicking the plug, of course, not wishing to drive it painfully into her. Another man stepped into view, younger than Titus. He looked to be in his very early twenties, and the small gold ring in his ear identified him as a slave just like Alasse. Most slaves had this earring, Titus had simply not gotten around to piercing Alasse’s ears yet. “Ah, Reeves,” Titus said, coming to a stop. “This is Nalya, my new kitten. Would you like to pet her?”<br><br>Reeves nodded. His head was shaved bald, and his skin was slightly darker than Alasse’s. He had smouldering dark brown eyes, almost black, and a neatly clipped black goatee and thin, dark brown eyebrows. Following his owner’s orders, he put a hand into Alasse’s hair and began skritching her behind her ears. His hand then travelled to the underside of her chin, and he caressed her neck and throat.<br><br>“She’s a good girl,” Titus crooned, scratching Alasse’s lower back with his fingernails. “She likes it when you rub her belly.” In case Alasse did not pick up on this subtle direction, he would flip her onto her back with one hand while still holding the leash. Reeves began obediently stroking the elf’s tummy. “Lower,” ordered Titus, although it sounded more like friendly encouragement than an order as he seemed intent on humiliating Alasse by perpetuating this charade of showing off an animal. Reeves obediently concentrated his caresses on her lower abdomen. “Lower than that. Much lower.” At his lord’s commands, he moved below her navel, and then ultimately to her little mound, his fingertips brushing her swollen clit and her vulva. Still grinning, Titus reached over and began molesting one of Alasse’s sensitive, engorged tits. “She really likes this.” With one hand still petting Alasse’s pelvic region, Reeves reached over and grasped the breast his master was not engaged with, and began to stroke it, fondle it and rub the nipple between his middle and index fingers. “Perhaps you’d like her in your bed some nights.” Reeves nodded obediently, although his eyes made it evident he was not that into it.<br><br>When Titus decided they were finished, they were finished. They left Reeves behind and he continued about whatever business he had been on before encountering his lord, and Titus led Alasse to the bedroom. By now she might notice her breasts felt a lot heavier as they hung from her ribcage, and could perhaps deduce that the injections were enlarging them gradually. Entering his bed chambers, it was occupied by several maids, cleaning, dusting, making the bed, etcetera. They dared not distract themselves from their work, but as Titus led Alasse past them there were more than a few suppressed snickers and whispered comments. He had not fully explored his room, so it would come as no surprise to her that there was a secret passageway behind a hanging tapestry in the corner. The tapestry was of foreign origin, and depicted a man with angled eyes roughly taking a woman of identical ancestry from behind. He lifted it to reveal a metal door, which he opened. This led to a dim, cramped passage, and beyond that another metal door that opened into a room with a large window that lit it up more than sufficiently. In this room was a cage; this cage was so small that Alasse would not be able to lie down in it, or even sit up properly. At best, she would have to sit hunched over, with her knees curled up almost under her chin. Titus took the leash off, and pulled a heavy metal chain from the back of the cage. It was long enough to reach the door. He hooked this chain to her collar. Then, he handcuffed both her hands behind her back, and finally clipped her pelvis back into the chastity belt. Then he bundled her into the cage and locked its latch. A large glass flask, containing perhaps ten gallons of water, was affixed upside-down to the cage, with a metal ball valve at eye level allowing her to drink whenever she needed. She would probably need it a lot, as the serum was making her extremely thirsty.<br><br>“Good luck trying to sleep in there,” Titus mocked. Then he slammed shut the metal shutter over the window, plunging the room into absolute darkness, before leaving and locking the door behind him. As minutes turned into hours, Alasse would notice two things: the blue injections had enlarged her breasts, topping out at a large DD cup, and the other serum was making her uncontrollably horny. Thus he left her, for a period of time she would have no means of measuring (but which was, in reality, an entire day). When he returned he opened the shutter and crouched outside her cage. “Hello again, Nalya. How are you today?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelta Runa</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 01:39:55</strong>
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				Alasse was relieved for those few moments, and quickly gulped down the glass of water he handed to her. She had not realized how thirsty she was until the cool liquid touched her lips and poured down her throat. The last thing she expected was the second glass, and this time, she savored it. She was unsure when the next time would be when he allowed her to drink, and she certainly was not expecting a meal any time soon. About half way done, she watched as he opened up a series of locks on the skull door. Silently, she hoped that she wouldn’t regret her choice. <br><br>The door opened, and the sight almost made the elf choke on her water. Phials of all colors and sizes, a refrigeration system, syringes.... an entire chem lab was hidden. Various liquids filled each glass, some seeping of mist and others bubbling. Small testing tubes were filled and placed in a centrifuge, while others were arranged on a rack and seemed unidentified from the rest. She watched him reach for a needle. Her stomach knotted up in ways that made her feel ill. Not even water could stop the nausea that was slowly over taking her. He was going to inject her with some sort of chemical, and she had no idea what this would do to her. <br><br>Alasse placed the glass gently on the ground, her eyes straight forward as he knelt beside her. She didn’t want to see the needle in his hand, knowing she might just actually pull back. Her eyes shut tightly as the tip sank into skin, but the small pinch did not hurt. No, it was the liquid flowing through her mammary glands that sung. The elf winced in pain, feeling the serum begin to spread throughout her tit, the other joining in shortly after. His kneading was not painful, but as the chemical inside her took over her chest entirely, every bit of her skin felt tender. The elven slave held her tongue as he antagonized her, but her eyes sparkled in frightful anticipation of just what he had done. She doubted he would kill her; if that was his intention, he would have done so the moment she begged for his mercy. Of course, if he did turn her into the most appalling looking woman, he would have a reason to. But why would he waste time with that. The only threat that did frighten her was losing her childhood memories. Those were the most precious things she had; if she lost them, there would be nothing left to hold onto, and no point for her life.<br><br>The second injection caught her completely off guard. Alasse let out a loud yelp as the fluid coursed through her veins and throughout her entire body. At first, nothing noticeable was happening. But then, suddenly, she felt hot. Very, very hot. It was a sort of heat that you felt wearing a sweater under the blazing sun, after an hour long jog. What was worse, her breasts felt funny; they were alert, swollen, and the slightest little touch or brush of air made them fear oh so tingly. Her entire body felt odd, and the elf did not know what to make of it all. Surely, it was whatever serum pumping through her, but how long would she have to deal with this? More importantly, would it get any worse?<br><br>Alasse turned to walk on her hands and knees. She waited for him to lead her out, but noticed that the leash was no longer in his hand. She wondered why he dropped it, and her question was answered when she felt the rounded tip of something being inserted inside her from behind. The elf breathed hard, her mouth open with silent cries as the plug grew wider and wider. She tried desperately to blink back the tears that were pricking the corner of her eyes. Her backside had not recovered at all from his previous intrusion, and the plug felt much worse as it widened up towards the end, stretching her open, until finally, it was in. Something soft hit the inside of her thigh, and she turned to peek at what it was. Emotions of all kinds swarmed through her like a tidal wave. A tail. She was wearing a tail. <br><br>Her cheeks flushed red out of shock, embarrassment, and in the pit of her stomach, anger; it was an anger she buried so deep down so long ago, that she had forgotten it existed. She swallowed hard, her throat feeling scratchy as she tried to dim it back down. Now was not the time to have it surface. Her life depended on this moment; she couldn’t lose her slf control. The ears that were put on her head were not helping this cause, but Alasse said nothing. Her eyes focused on his lips as he spoke. His hold on her chin felt cooler than the rest of her body. It was getting just a bit stuffy in the room. A light trickle of sweat traced down her forehead as she followed him out of the room.<br><br>Her pace was slightly slower as she crawled. Her body felt different, weird. Her breast felt a bit heavier, and as they bounced slightly with her crawling, they felt sensitive to the touch. Even brushing her own skin together made them come to life. Just as her breast felt swollen, her clit was having trouble of it’s own. She could feel her little nub begging for attention as her hips swayed with the movement of her legs. The heat down below only grew worse as the rest of her body grew hotter. She felt as though she were crawling through the dessert. Her body began to shimmer with light sweat. Was she getting sick? Did that in jection give her a fever? Alasse was lost in her thought, and did not notice how far behind she’d gotten until he yanked her out the room. She coughed loudly, choking as the collar tighten around her neck. She sucked in slowly when he let her breathe, and this time, kept a better pace with him. <br><br>She could feel eyes on her as he led her to an unknown part of the manor. She could hear the suppressed laughter as they walked on and on through what seemed like endless halls. Her cheeks burned a bright red; this was so degrading. The kick to her rump made her yelp, and she looked up at him for a moment. Holding her head just a little higher, eyes still on the ground, she crawled as cat like as she could, swaying her hips a bit more enthusiastically. Every now and then, she would brush her cheek along his leg, and with great trouble, even added a bit of a perky bounce to her movement. Alasse would have even offered a small meow, if her breathing was not reduced to the small pants she was taking. If not for the lavishly decorated hallways, she would have sworn she was crawling through hell. She felt so, so hot....<br><br>Her mind was so focused on acting feline, she had not noticed he came to a stop until there was another pair of feet before her gaze. Immediately, her eyes drifted to the side to stare at Titus’s legs, remembering his warning about looking at any other members of his staff.&nbsp; The elf made no sound as this ‘Reeves’ stroked along her chin and neck. His caress was so gentle. It was most gentle touch she had felt in years. She almost had the idea to look up at the stranger, but she didn’t dare. She only listened carefully, and at the indirect command, she slowly rolled onto her side and then back. Her head curved inward just a bit, and her hands were curled to look like paws as she held them at either side of her face. She kept her eyes on her lord as Reeves stroked along her belly. His soft touch almost reminded her of someone from long, long ago; someone who once held her heart. <br><br>From his words alone, Alasse knew exactly where her lord was leading this little escapade. Her breathing picked up pace as Reeves lowered his hand. Goosebumps rose along her arms and legs from the anticipation her body was feeling. As overheated as it felt, it was enjoying the attention. However, she wasn’t, and she knew the injections were the cause of the sudden need for her to be touched. The extra hand moved even lower, and as soon as Reeve’s finger tip brushed her swollen little nub, Alasse let out a loud mewl. Her hips wiggled on their own in reaction, her back curving slightly. Her throat felt extremely course and dry with each breath, her lips parted slightly as she tried to control her body. An electrifying need burst through her the moment Titus took hold of her breast. Her back arched, and she could not stop the moans that escaped her lips when Reeves soon joined in. Despite the ecstasy flooding her, she was ashamed of herself. It may have been the drugs taking effect on her body, but secretly, somewhere deep down, a part of her was enjoying the much gentler touch of the other staff member. The way is fingers danced over her made her body come to life in ways that only one other person could. It was a nostalgic sensation, yet so much more, and every emotion it stirred in her bled right through her voice as her soft moans carried out throughout the halls. She had half the heart to beg them not to stop, but the elf knew better. She enjoyed what final moments were left of this pleasure, whimpering when she was so close to her edge and it came to an abrupt stop. <br><br>Once again she followed him on all fours, till finally they reached the bedroom. Alasse’s attention was back on the immense heat in her veins. Her skin felt scorching hot. If she did not get any water soon, she was sure she would dehydrate. Her body was sheen with sweat, and her throat felt like sandpaper. It hurt to swallow and even move. Her mind was focused so much on just keeping up with him, that she payed no mind to the snickers coming from the maids. The secret passage way did not surprise her, but it pulled her attention to where he was taking her. She had no idea what his plans were now; she was already being punished. What more torture did he have in store for her? <br><br>The small cage that came into sight answered her question. With her hands cuffed behind her back and a chain replacing the leash, she said nothing as she was shoved into the cage. Her body was curled into a tight ball. It made her lower back ache, and the tail felt extremely uncomfortable inside her. It pushed in deeper each time she tried to plant her rump on the ground, forcing her to rock forward on her toes. As soon as he left her in darkness, Alasse’s lips clasped to the flask and she took a large drink. She gulped and gulped and gulped as much water as she could, trying desperately to quench her parched throat. In an attempt to cool herself down, she even spit some of the water down over her breast. Her eyes widened then, noticing for the first time how large they had gotten. Were they going to get bigger over the course of the night? How on earth would she fit in the cage? <br><br>A scowl crossed her lips. The cage. She was in a cage, drinking like an animal, and dressed like one. No; to Titus, she WAS one. Shivers of anger raked down her back. The elf gritted her teeth, shutting her eyes tightly. Don’t lose yourself.. Don’t. Deep breaths. Stay calm. Escape. Come on, escape. Memories of all sorts flashed like images on a screen. From them, she picked the sweetest one she could remember. <br><br>Her eyes opened slowly. Everything surrounding her was covered in a white sheet of fresh fallen snow. She was in the forest with winter’s sun shining down on the cold land. Canine panting could be heard beside her, and she looked down to see golden eyes staring back at her. Arda, her wolf, watching her curiously, waiting for the command. In her hands was the bow her father crafted, his final gift to her before his passing. It was her turn to bring home dinner, and deer she was tracking was not too far ahead. With just the tilt of her head, Arda understood the task, and her snout pressed to the ground, tracking her their prey. Alasse pulled up the hood of her wool coat. It was a cold morning, but she needed to dress light for this occasion. <br><br>The minutes passed, but with quiet steps, the elf hid behind a tree. The deer was in sight. She raised he arrow........ BOOM!Thunder cracked and the elf jumped as a massive storm flooded the woods so suddenly. Rain poured down on her, but it did not freeze. No, instead, it burned. It burned through her coat and skin, and the elf couldn’t help but scream. <br><br>Alasse shook her head, her wails echoing in the room as she was pulled out of her Elsewhere. She back in reality, back in her cage, and her body was ablaze with heat. It was so hot, so, so hot. She moved to take another drink, but... stopped. What’s the point? Slowly, her lips shut. If I don’t drink, I’ll dehydrate.... but.... so what? It was a dangerous thought, but it already settled into her head. She didn’t have to deal with this. She could escape physically. All she had to do was wait. Her head spun lightly, an effect that was normal for her temperature. Surely, she’d have a heat stroke. No one would notice till morning, but by then, she’d be gone. It wouldn’t matter. She pressed her forehead to her knees. I can be free....<br><br>Hours passed, and a pool of sweat gathered underneath the elf’s frame. She was dizzy, thirsty, and knew she was slowly dying. The water beside her taunted her. The darkness around her almost felt as though it were wrapping itself along her throat. Her lips were dry, but she opened them slightly to hum a gentle tune. Visions of the stars over her village came to mind, and in a weak voice, she quietly sung, “Fanuilos heryn aglar, Rîn athar annún-aearath, Calad ammen i reniar, Mi ‘aladhremmin ennorath....” Alasse smiled slightly, envisioning the image of a women in the stars. Snow white skin, beautiful white hair that glowed lighter than the moon. Pale eyes that could see right through her very own.... “A Elbereth Githoniel...” she sang her lament prayer, begging her Everwhite queen to look onto her. <br><br>Drink. Alasse stopped, her voice stole from her. She gazed around the darkness in the room. Surely she was alone? Drink, child. The elf froze. In the corner of the dark room, a small little light began to shine. Drink, it said to her. Now is not your time. Alasse blinked, her silver eyes fixed on the light. For the first time since the war that damned her people, she felt peace, and calm. “Take me please,” she whispered. The small shimmer danced in the air, flowing towards the cage. It caressed along her cheek, swarming over her body, and brushing through her hair. Drink. Gently, it guided her to the flask, where she sipped on the cool water before gulping down more and more. Live, child. It is not your time. The light dimmed until there was nothing left. She was alone, but as she drank, she wondered if it was all in her mind or if Elbereth had indeed come to her calling. <br><br>Hours passed. She was not sure how long she was left in that cage, but one thing was certain; she needed to relieve herself. The sound of the door opening made her head raise in attention. The light from the shutter was blinding as her gaze turned to the feet of her master. “Meeeow” she cooed, pressing her cheek against the bar, moving her head up and down slightly, the way a cat would when begging for attention. “Meow,” she answered again, this time adding a small purr. Please let me out, she thought to herself, willing to do anything at this point. She just wanted the torture to stop.<br><hr>Alasse had no idea how lucky she was. The room was soundproofed, so Titus had no way of hearing her singing or any other noises she might have made while imprisoned. For a moment, he felt annoyance at her stupid cat act and he nearly snapped at her to cut it out; but he had ordered her to behave thus, so he figured it would be fun to see how it played out.<br><br>The hot and thirsty phase of the serum’s secondary effects had passed by now, but the primary effect would be hitting her full force. She would be horny, unbelievably so, and the longer she went without achieving orgasm the worse it would get. Compounding her suffering, she undoubtedly needed to empty her bladder. Titus took a moment to savour this thought, crouching outside the cage and regarding her passively. “Good morning. I trust you slept well?” It had been nearly a full day since they last saw each other. “Let’s get you out of that cage.”<br><br>He opened the latch and pulled her, without roughness, from the cage. With some pride, he noted how her much heavier breasts hung, swollen, from her chest. He took the buttplug and twisted it in her anus slightly, and tugged on the chastity belt to make sure it was still securely locked. Then he unhooked her from the chain and clipped the leash to her collar. “Come.” Ha! How would she move with her hands still cuffed behind her back? If she thought he would let her stand up, she had another think coming.<br><br>He made her crawl about half the distance, but then took pity on her and allowed her to stand up. He led her back into the bedroom but did not stop there. Instead of taking her out into the main hall he went through a smaller passage into an airy, well-lit room with marble floors and a large desk. The desk was handmade of polished rosewood, and easily six feet wide and nearly as long. Removing the leash, Titus shoved Alasse underneath it without a word. He crouched down and unlocked the handcuffs from her right wrist, using the other side to pull her left arm around in front of her. After putting the cuffs’ chain securely around the heavy desk’s thick leg, he re-cuffed her other hand. Now she was basically forced to crouch on all fours, her large breasts weighing painfully on her back muscles while she knelt on the cold, hard floor unable to even touch her own breasts as the serum made her erogenous zones yearn for his touch. <br><br>Despite its large windows and general airiness the room was private, and Titus was only clad in his velour robe and silk shorts. His hairless, well-defined pecs could be seen through the gap where the robe was draped over his chest. He settled into his comfortable desk chair to do some important letter-writing, placing his feet on Alasse’s back. He spoke not a word to her over the next hour, although if she squirmed, made a sound or moved more than a few inches he would grab the tail and tug her by her asshole back into place. The message was clear: although she was trying to atone for her failure, she was worthless to him except as a footstool. Eventually a bulge appeared in the shorts, where his growing erection threatened to escape the fly of his boxers. During this entire time if Alasse so much as spoke, he would give her a kick to the rear or jostle the buttplug deliberately with his foot.<br><br>After another hour, he placed his stationery aside and rang a small bell. A woman entered the room, a slave like Reeves and Alasse. It was unlikely that Alasse could turn her neck at the necessary angle to see more than this woman’s feet, but if she did she would see a statuesque blonde, almost as well-endowed as the elf currently was, with blonde hair and jaded eyes. Judging by the small scars scattered around her torso, she had been with Titus a long time, and she looked to be at least four years older than Alasse. She was well-trained, too. Without even a word from Titus she knelt under the desk between him and Alasse and began sucking his cock through the fly from whence it had escaped. Soundlessly, she finished him with her hands, and Titus scooted the chair forward so his semen landed on Alasse.<br><br>“Well done, Bara,” he congratulated her, petting her blonde mane. Bara smiled and bowed her head. “You are my favourite slave. You may sit beside me.” Reaching down, Titus lifted the heavy desk’s leg with a soft grunt and dragged Alasse’s cuffed wrists from under it. He then slipped the cuffs around his chair leg and bade Bara sit on Alasse. The blonde woman was completely nude, and her firm buttocks and slightly moist pussy flattened on Alasse’s back as she sat down. Two more hours passed while Titus idly finished reading correspondence or important news, with Bara occasionally jerking him off and wiping her cum-covered palms on Alasse’s rump and neck. Nobody spoke.<br><br>Finally, Titus rang the same bell again. Bara rose as if in a trance and left the room. Titus reached down and pulled the plug out with a pop, dangling its business end in front of Alasse’s face for a moment so she would be forced to smell herself, before tossing it aside. In its place, he worked a different plug in, still the same gauge but bearing a much fluffier tail, and hidden bells so it jingled humiliatingly when she moved. He unlocked the handcuffs and twirled them casually on one finger. “So. Nalya. Your speaking privileges are returned to you. Also, you are permitted for the next five minutes to do whatever you wish within the confines of this room. Am I not a generous and kind master?” He smiled self-indulgently. Aside from the desk and the various papers, inkwells and pens upon it, there was little else in the room. An unlit fireplace, a grand piano, and a small table bearing an alabaster statuette and an opened bottle of red wine, still ¾ full. Both serums still burned through her system.<br><hr>Alasse mewled lowly at his remark, but from the dark circles under her eyes, it was clear she had not slept at all. Her sleeping privileges were still revoked, and though she had escaped to her Elsewhere for that little time, her body had remained conscious. She expected him to be more rough with her, but he was oddly more passive this morning. She shivered heavily as her breast swung idly while she knelt, their weight hurting her neck and shoulders. They seemed to have grown much larger during the night, and were itching for attention. They were not the only things swollen on her body; her clit was still heated though the rest of her body returned to its normal temperature. Her vulva brushed against the metal chastity belt each time she moved, and the elf let out a slow breath in an attempt to control herself. Her body was over excited; despite the belt, she was quite damp down below, and her inner thighs shined with her fluids. Oh... she needed. She needed badly, but not as badly as she needed to urinate. It was unclear which feeling outweighed the other; the need to release from pleasure, or the need to relieve herself anywhere at this point. Her mind was working extra hard to keep herself at bay, but it was becoming painful to ignore what her body desperately wanted. <br><br>Alasse winced as he twisted the plug, gasping when he tugged the belt causing her more friction. She walked on her knees, her skin scraping along the carpet as she was forced to walk on them. It proved difficult with her hands behind her back and the weight of her breasts tilting her forward. She tried her best to keep up with him, stumbling now and then until she fell forward. Biting her lip, she gave up then, and tried to drag herself with just her knees, her body moving almost like a worm. She was waiting for him to strike her as soon as his hand raised, but much to her surprise, he allowed her to walk on her feet. Her knees were bright read, and her breast held faint marks on them that only stimulated her much more. <br><br>She followed as he led her into the bedroom, her stomach twisting from fear, and just a small hint of excitement. She would do anything if he allowed her to cum, just once. That little bit of hope died as soon as he led her into what appeared to be an office room. The elf’s eyes gazed around, falling onto the grand piano in the far corner. It snagged her attention until she was forced under the desk, curling into a ball for the second time this morning. Her arms were stretched out painfully while she her upper body rested on her elbows. Her breasts were planted on the cold ground, making her nipples stand in attention. The weight of her hips was fixed on the back of her calves. In about ten minutes, they were sure to fall asleep. The hell of Titus’s foot on her back was heavy and painful, especially after a night with her body curled up. She was sore, over stimulated, very horny, and really, really needed a bathroom. <br><br>It was quiet for a few minutes, and then a few more. It was getting harder to breathe with the pressure of her stomach curled in, threatening to cause her to soil herself. She took a deep breath that caused her to move slightly, but felt herself being pulled from behind, causing her to yelp. Closing her eyes, she waited, before she silently began to meditate. She swam through her memories, not escaping to her Elsewhere, but browsing through them as though it were a photo album on her lap. A small smile curved her lips that was sure to go unnoticed from her position. She stopped at each mental photo with others in them. In one, she was with her sister, trying to get her to climb down from the oak tree over the oasis in the forest. The next was of the day she found Arda. The wolf cub was alone, the abandoned runt freezing and malnourished. She begged her father to help save the wolf, and nurtured her back to health.&nbsp; They were companions ever since, even until the wolf’s passing on that horrid day.... <br><br>Not wanting her mind to go to those dark memories, she quickly “flipped” to the next “photo”, and on this one, she paused. It was of her fiance, Calben, a prince from a separate clan. Like Alasse, his skin was fair, though much more tan than she. He had shoulder length brunette hair, and eyes that glowed like amber. On his forehead was the tattood insignia of his kingdom. He was tall, about an inch taller than Titus, and well built like the warrior he was trained to be. His ears were very narrow, and much longer than Alasse’s. Every feature of his face was sharp and broad, and held a very prominent brow as every wood elf in his clan. His eyes were narrow and high, but despite his serious expression, they were gentle when it came to her. Alasse was weary of him back then. It was her duty to unite their kingdom, for hers was slowly dying. She was raised never to fear a man, but the idea of marriage made her scared of him. To subject herself to anyone was an idea she did not like. She was a princess and a fine huntsman; she was free. If not for her father asking her to do this, she would have easily disagreed. She met Calben two days before the wedding, expecting a smug an arrogant prince. She could not have been more wrong. <br><br>The sound of a bell ringing snagged her away from the memory, and she became alert. From under the desk, she spotted a pair of feminine feet coming towards them. Another slave? How many did he own? Alasse bit her lip. This meant competition. She wasn’t one to compete for attention she did not want. This meant one of two things; she would be sold to someone else because there was no use for her here, or..... she would be killed for that very same reason. The elf shut her eyes taking a steady breath as the other woman placed herself between them. There was no mistake in what was happening behind her, and she felt filthy for being in the same room. It was not something uncommon for her. She had grown used to things such as this. Even so, something like this, meant to be private and beautiful was turned into a sick form of lust.... she hated it. She hated having to witness it, because she knew she would be in those very positions soon. She hated this life.<br><br>Resisting the urge to retreat back into her mind, she waited. Her response needed to be quick if he gave her an order, and so she listened for any sign that she needed to move. The praise he gave “Bara” made her stomach churn in all sorts of ways. The fact that he showed her favoritism only made her feel sicker. She watched as he raised the desk, and did not fight when he pulled her out and to the corner of his seat. Keeping her head low and in her arms, she curled again as the other woman sat on her back. Though she wasn’t heavy, the pressure hurt after an entire day inside that cage. The weight of the other woman made her knees and thighs ache, and the weight of her breast did not help her chest. It hurts having them hang like that, adding to the uncomfortable feeling. Her nipples barely scraped the cold floor, the tiles making them erect. She felt herself moisten down below from the cool feeling alone, and remembered that she really needed the bathroom. Alasse pressed her legs together tightly, hoping to control the urge. It was really hurting now, but it was quite clear that he wasn’t going to let her relieve herself at all. Her muscles were really starting to ache. She closed her eyes in disgust each time Titus seed was wiped away on her back and rump. Alasse closed her eyes; and soon she was back in her mind, her Elsewhere, in the arms of her fiance. <br><br>It was the night of her honeymoon. They were walking under the stars, on the soft grassy planes of his second home. It was a lovely little cottage, private, certainly not where someone would expect a prince to stay. Yet it was home, comfortable, secluded. The stone wall was decorated with vines covered in spring flowers, and a small riverbank was not too far behind it. She was nervous as she stepped onto the small porch. This was it. This was the night they would consecrate their marriage. The door opened up slowly to a small candle lit room. Before she could step foot inside, Calben raised her up from her feet. He smiled warmly, placing a soft kiss on her hair, and carried her into his bedroom, uncaring that the door was left open. No one knew of this place but him and the nature surrounding them. He placed her down beside his bed and looked at her. His eyes roamed over every feature of her face, his hand moving to gently raise her chin. She had been looking down, and as her silver eyes met his gaze, he could see she was scared. <br><br>His touch was so gentle, and for a while all he did was caress her cheek. He leaned in slowly, his lips pressing to hers firmly, yet softly, inviting her. Alasse held her breath. Both hands cupped her face, cradling her as though she were fragile. His kiss deepened and she found her eyes closing. She parted her lips for him, pressing closer to his warmth. He smiled, pulled back some, leading a trail of soft pecks down jaw line, to her neck and paused as her shoulder. His hands moved behind her to unfasten the button holding her dressed closed. He traced over her skin as though she were a piece of artwork he was trying to memorize. She whimpered then, out of worry, out of fear. He raised his gaze to hers, watching her, the care in his eyes contrasting the shyness in her own. Another small kiss was placed on her lips. He gave her a moment to catch up to him, wanting to ease her mind and worries. The dress fell from her shoulders; she held her breath. She was concealed down below, but she humble mounds on her chest were exposed to him. His eyes remained on hers, watching her carefully. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his thumb idly brushing over he bottom lip. “Perfect.” Alasse saw in his eyes, and felt in his touch the promise that he would not harm her. <br><br>The bell called out to her, pulling her from that beautiful night as Bara stood from her back. Alasse quickly wiped the tear from her eyes, not wanting Titus to see. She didn’t believe he cared, but even so, she would not have an explanation for him. After all, he hadn’t touched her. There was no reason for her to be crying. She felt the plug pop out of her, and her back arched in response to the pain. Her eyes shut tightly as another was put in it’s place, sliding it easier than the first. Another tail sat between her thighs. She flinched a bit when his hand moved in front of her face to remove the cuffs from her wrists. Rubbing them softly, she kept her forehead to the ground. “Thank you, Lord Titus, for your generosity and kindness.” Five minutes. Five minutes to do whatever she pleased. There was no bathroom here, but even if there was, she did not have the key to unlock the belt. She’d be damned if she soiled herself in them, fearful of the beating he’d give her. Her breast were begging to be touched, as was her clit, her nethers still aching to be pet and release. Alasse bit her lip, looking around the room. The grand piano captivated her. Slowly she stood. <br><br>Her stride was very slow, keeping her inner thighs as closed as possible. The small moisture between them spilled from her; she was wet even without attention, but she wanted so much to earn it from him. Her fingers scaled over the keys, ghosting them as if they were glass. She waited a moment to see if he would scold her, before she took a seat. Her hands moved over the keys, dancing over each one gracefully as the music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVcIGsz7JOE) began to fill the silence in the room. The tune was gentle, bright, and the small smile curving on her lips, it was clear that playing was something she loved and missed. Each note made her soul feel free. The enslavement she suffered meant nothing as she played her heart on the piano. Whether he could see this, she did not care. If he punished her for it later, this moment was worth it. It was worth it, because she felt worth it. No longer was she pathetic little property. The royalty in her veins came to live in her song for these precious minutes that he allowed her to play. <br><br>The end drew near, she silence filling the air once more. With 30 seconds to spare, she quickly stood up. Her eyes returned to that of the slave she was made to be. She walked over to her master’s feet and knelt down, her arms stretched out, her forehead on the ground. “Thank you Master,” she said softly. “Please, Sir.... may I relieve my bladder?” Five seconds left. Her time of freedom was up.<br><hr>Titus slowly opened one eye, which swivelled to look at Alasse. After a minute, his other eye opened, and he spoke. “Well... I suppose I will allow it. Surprisingly, your performance has actually pleased me greatly.” His jaw hardened slightly. “I am, however, displeased that you chose to ask me to reverse your punishment. I do not like when slaves try to convince me to change my mind.” His lips curved upwards into an unexpected smile. “There will be one last wrinkle to your punishment... and I think you will not find it wholly unpleasant.”<br><br>Titus was incredibly pleased with her, much more than he had let on. Her music had transported him somewhere he had not been in a long time... not since his childhood, the unmarked years before she came along. Back when his mother was still alive, and the days still held some flavour and the nights some sanctity.<br><br>“First, though, there is one more thing I want you to do for me.” Rising languorously from his chair, he strode to the small table and picked up the bottle of wine. His strong fingers easily removed the cork, which had been replaced after being expertly removed the first time. Lifting Alasse into a sitting position by cupping his hand around her chin, he ran said hand through her hair and tugged slightly to tilt her head back. He gently forced the neck of the bottle into her mouth, taking great care not to chip her teeth, and gave her plenty of time to react as he tilted the bottle and began pouring its contents down her throat. It was a good vintage, and fairly strong in terms of alcohol content, and he intended to force her to drink the whole thing.<br><br>“You can drink it willingly, or I can continue pouring it down your throat,” he said. There was, for the first time since her arrival, no trace of anger or disapproval in his voice. It was simply expected of her that she would consume the entire thing, like any good slave. When the bottle was empty, he placed it on the piano and led her by the hand back into the bedroom. They passed by the little chamberpot, perhaps a surprise to her, and he led her into the bathroom. He withdrew from her and produced the key, which dangled on a fine silver chain around her neck, and unlocked the chastity belt.<br><br>“Ah-ah-ah, not just yet,” he said, stopping her from making any moves to relieve herself. True, she was suffering... she had spent an entire night and most of a day unable to cum or even pee. Her music had so moved him that he planned to let her have both. He nudged her into the shower, and turned it on. A gentle, just-hot-enough-but-not-too-hot spray cascaded down her back, washing away his semen.<br><br>He turned her around and braced her against the shower wall, bringing her hips close to his. His cock hardened quickly, and he was sure it would be a short job to make her ready for him. Simply rubbing his cock head against her pussy lips would do the trick, he was sure. As the water poured down over both of them, he carefully let his erection slip into her warm, wet vagina that had been begging for him. Maybe it would be harder for her to control her bladder, he thought. <br><br>Titus grasped her massive breasts and hugged her close to him, bringing her hips into contact with his pelvis. He fucked her gently from behind, getting faster and rougher as they progressed. He kept pace with her own rise to orgasm, and when he felt her beginning to cum he would allow himself to release as well, letting his seed fill her inside as he kept her pushed forward so she was bent at a 90-degree angle with her ass shoved into him.<br><hr>Alasse stiffened slightly, though there was no trace of anger or disapproval in his voice. She did not want him to be displeased with her, and wished she held her tongue instead of asking to use the restroom. “I am sorry, Sir, it will never happen again,” she spoke clearly, though her head remained pressed to the ground. “Yes, Sir,” she answered, ready to accept her punishment. <br><br>Her upper body rose up and she sat on her calves, trying to avoid pushing the plug further inside her anus. She tilted her head back without hesitation, and her lips puckered to swallow the wine as he began pouring it into her mouth. The elf gulped as quickly as she could, not spilling a single drop from her mouth. Any more liquids, and she was sure her bladder would explode. Still, she drank, the wine tasting very rich and sweet. With no food in her stomach and not being a drinker, the effects of the alcohol were already working on her as she finished her fifth gulp. The sensation started in her toes, a small vibration like feeling that run up her calves, up her spine, and floated atop her head. <br><br>Alasse took the bottle from his hand, continuing to gulp down the contents on her own. Her stomach was not taking well to the alcohol; it had been days since she’d eaten her last meal, and the acids in her stomach felt as though they were boiling. Heat rested in the pit of her stomach and threatened to rise up. She pulled the bottle away from her mouth, taking a moment to breathe. Slow, deep breaths, swallowing hard, the elf silently willed the nausea to stay at bay. Her limbs were feeling heavier now, but her breasts were far more alert than they already had been. Her clit almost felt as though it would jump out if it did not receive attention soon. A mixture of sensations were coursing through her all at once, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. Her stomach hurt, her head was light, her body so heavy and horny.... yet, she felt good. Not wanting to keep him waiting long, she continued to swallow the rest of the wine. <br><br>It seemed as though the bottle would never end. No matter how quickly she drank or how many gulps she took at a time, there was no end ti the liquid that was pouring down her throat. She didn’t think she would be able to handle anymore. Her pelvis was cramping horrifically, and she felt the smallest drop of urine fall from her. Her thighs clamped shut immediately, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, she finished the bottle. Taking deep breaths, she blinked her eyes a few times. The room was dancing around her. Her eyes squinted to try and focus, but did nothing to stop the motion she was seeing. Getting up was the most difficult task for her, and her hand held his arm to keep her balance. She felt wobbly. Everything in her body screamed at her to just sit back on the floor and relax. It was as if weights were strapped to her ankles each time she tried taking a step. She was unsure how tightly she was gripping him, but if she let go too soon, she knew she was going to fall. Walking hurt so so much. She really needed to pee. <br><br>It didn’t dawn on her that they were in the bathroom until he came to a halt. She wasn’t fully aware of what was happening, but simply felt air hit her nethers as the belt was removed from her waist. Before she could move, he stopped her, and the elf felt as though she were going to cry in humiliation. She was going to soil herself at this rate, and would not be able to stop was she started. Alasse stepped into the shower, the water not helping her situation at all. The warmth from the shower head only taunted her so. When she was pressed to the wall, a small gasped escaped her. She felt his hips, felt him harden, and a need so strong consumed her very being till she could not take it any longer. Her thighs spread without him asking. She breathed in deeply, moaning as his hardened length teased her. The elf was shamefully dripping, but she did not care. She needed to release so badly....<br><br>As soon as he slipped inside her, she gasped in pleasure. The grip of his hands on her breast felt tight, yet, she wanted him to hold her tighter. Her body yearned to be pleased, to be used, and she welcomed the feeling. His hard length pressed deeply into her, stuck her from behind. Her eyes widened. Her body had given up; the yellow liquid that poured from her began to flow down her thighs and was washed away by the tub. “OOOOOH,” she cooed out, in embarrassment and relief. It squirted from her uncontrollably. She hid her face as it continued on and on, feeling the weight inside her ease as it came to a halt. Her eyes closed, waiting to be scolded and beaten, but he did not stop sliding into her. Every thrust of his hips grew from gentle to rough the longer they stood there, and it was driving her body to the edge. Her hands were pressed to the wall as she tried to keep balance, the alcohol in her system enhancing the sensitivity of the serums still coursing in her veins. <br><br>Her moans hung in the air like soft symphonies as the pressure in her clit built. As his pace quickened, her excitement heightened, and the first wave of bliss swarmed through her in tidal waves. Her pussy tightened around his shaft, clenching him as her juices began to spill. The elf cried out in ecstasy, letting herself fall into a bliss she had never known. Everything; the way he hardened as he released with her, the warmth of the shower, the steam in the air, and the effects of the wine were overwhelming. For the first time since her wedding night, Alasse lost herself and her voice bled out till she could not even carry another moan. “Tha-nk..... you...... Master.....” she spoke between gasps, hoping it would not end here.<br><hr>Titus held onto Alasse carefully as she rose, wobbly from the alcohol. He noticed the drop fall, but no matter; he would simply force her to clean the carpet later. Really, her restraint was admirable. “Such control,” he encouraged, a rare compliment. <br><br>His face was completely implacable, lips tightening as she urinated uncontrollably, and he nearly said something... but technically he had bidden her release, and to his surprise the sensation of her letting go and gushing all over his balls and his legs was pleasurable. He basked in her embarrassment, knowing he could hold it over her head later. As he penetrated her, the hot water poured down their legs and washed away every trace of the tangy excretion. At the moment of her orgasm, he seized her hair and tugged on it so her head was forced slightly back. He wished to condition her to cum whenever that happened.<br><br>After he finished, he ran a hand through her wet hair and said, “You are most welcome, Nalya. You have performed quite well for your master today. I think we will have much more enjoyment.” Oh, yes... Titus had plans for his new favourite. Letting her straighten up, he pressed her closer to the wall. The shower’s spray fell directly on his head, splattering her hair and running into the ever-shrinking space between them. He grabbed a transparent flask and began pouring a thick, syrupy substance into that gap. It covered his penis, and also trickled down the small of her back and in between her pert buttocks. It was a diluted version of the oil he had used on her upon her first day, leaving a trail of erotic, tingling sensation wherever it fell. It also acted as a water-based lubricant, as became clear when he closed the gap and began pressing his cock’s head to the tight ring of muscle surrounding her anus. The lube let him enter easily, his thick manhood forcing her lining apart less roughly this time as he entered her to the hilt. Everything—her ass, his genitals, her buttocks, his lower abdomen—was slippery and wet and warm and tingly. He fucked her slowly, and quietly murmured in her ear as he did so, his weight pressing her oversized breasts and hard nipples to the cool tiles. “Nalya, you please me and continue to please me. I shall have so much fun playing with you tonight. I shall fill you with liquor, and claim you again and again until you cannot stand up. I shall wear you out.” By the sound of his tone of voice, it would be a pleasant wearing out rather than a cruel and spiteful one. His violent nightmares were forgotten, his secret shame banished from his mind by her sweet strains of music, both on the ivories and in her throat as he fucked her... well really, it was more like making love than simple rutting.<br><br>He gave a soft sigh into her ear, tenderly licking its lobe as he filled her ass with his seed. “There. Clean yourself up, and go and empty your bowels if need be. When you’ve finished anything you need to do, come back and dry me off.” He stood in the spray, smiling as he watched her go, and if she needed the toilet she had his permission and he would turn away to avert his eyes. Strange baritone sounds erupted melodiously from his throat, and if she strained to listen Alasse might realize her master was singing.<br><br>When she returned, he stepped out of the shower, gave her adequate time to cleanse herself and then held his arms out to the sides for the drying process. In this posture he resembled a better-endowed Vitruvian man with shorter hair. “No towels for you today, Nalya; you must drip dry. “ He winked salaciously, showing a playful side of himself that rarely shone through. Titus snapped his fingers and beckoned her into the bedroom, where the maids must have started a roaring fire in the fireplace. She would not be cold, at least not while in here.<br><br>Set on a fine china plate on a small, collapsible table beside Titus’s bed, two hot buttered croissants emitted faint columns of steam. They had been expertly prepared, cut perfectly in half with nary a crumb spilled and evenly covered. There was marmalade as well, off to the side with a knife made of real, untarnished silver. “Tell me, Nalya: have you ever had marmalade?” Taking up the blunt knife, he languidly spread some on each croissant before sliding the plate a half inch towards her. “Here, eat one—but no hands,” he added, winking again. He watched her eat while eating the other pastry, scolding her gently for spilling crumbs on herself and the carpet.<br><br>A tiny silver hand bell sat on the bureau; Titus rang it softly, and after a minute Reeves reappeared. He took care not to look at Alasse as Titus whispered instructions in his ear. Reeves left, and returned swiftly with the vial of № 66, plus a larger bottle of an unknown, sickly chartreuse substance. He took his leave and Titus prepared another injection of the red fluid. He jabbed the needle into her neck, triggering a hot flushing and moistening in her mouth and between her legs as the chemical compound kicked her libido into gear. Then he swished the bigger flask around and said, “Open your mouth.” Some of the thick, green stuff poured into her throat. It tasted bitter but was a special formula guaranteed to protect her stomach lining; it doubled as a powerful anti-nauseant.<br><br>He rose and strode to the liquor cabinet, which perhaps Alasse had not noticed before. An expensive brandy made an appearance, its bouquet filling the room as it sloshed into a large snifter. Titus swirled it around while he approached her, and pushed the bottleneck into her mouth. He tipped it, bottom up, pouring a large amount of brandy into her mouth all at once. It was enough to fill a large tumbler before he set it back down. Then he chased it with lightly chilled spring water from a clear decanter on the breakfast tray. Cool water poured into her mouth, the spout jammed to her lips, spillage sloshing over her face and down her neck. He forced on her twice as much water as liquor, not including what was spilled. Then he grinned lustfully and pounced, pressing her shoulders to the carpet as his lips suckled softly on the tips of her ears, before giving her lower lip and her tender nipples the same treatment.<br><hr>Her head was bent back by his hand as she finished her release, the action taking a few moments to register to her. The slight pain from having her hair pulled only seemed to add to her arousal while her body came back down from its bliss. There was not much time for her mind to catch up to her body as she was slowly pressed up against the wall. Alasse felt still warm liquid drip along her back, and warmth followed along the trail it traced down to her bottom. The elf’s heart paused the moment her lord pushed along her anus. She braced herself for pain, only to let out a gasp of pleasure as the lubricant worked it’s wonders inside her. Never had she felt such warmth, such heat and tingles overpower her from behind. While she was still very tight around him, the steady movement of his pelvis and his sack crashing along her bottom only pulled out soft sighs from her lips. The coolness of the tiles and the warmth of his shaft were awakening her body once more. The sound of his voice, once serious, cruel, was lighter, pleased, and she felt herself moisten in anticipation of the night to come. <br><br>His movements were no longer rough and savage, and Alasse could feel herself slipping into a much more mental submission. All her life as a slave, she did as she was told simply because it was expected. This, even if just for the moment, until his mood became harsher, was becoming more. Her moans were not in any way forced, and inside she /wanted/ to please him. She /wanted/ to keep him satisfied, to be a good pet and keep her master happy with unconditional devotion. Whether it was the pleasure of him using her clouding her head, or the lack of nutrition in her belly, she did not know. Alasse savored this time with him, unsure how much longer this sweet part of her lord would last. <br><br>His release surprised her and she gasped loudly, arching her back for him until he pulled himself away. “Thank you, Master,” she replied softly, bowing her head and moving to step out of the tub. She wrapped her hair up tightly and patted herself with a towel so as not to drip along the floor. Upon entering the bathroom, she moved to relieve herself, her ears perking to the sound of his....singing? Blinking twice, she quickly wiped herself and washed her hands to return to him. Only then did she notice the faint fuzziness in her vision, and the small amount of wobble in her step. The wine was catching up to her, but as his voice grew louder, she was surprised that he was in fact singing a tune she did not recognize. Bowing her head as he stepped out, she moved back in to wash herself off. She cleaned her hair with the shampoo he allowed her, and made sure every ounce of her body was spotless for him. <br><br>She dried herself first, just as he instructed her first night, and using her body, began to dry him off. The moisture along his frame transferred to hers, leaving her skin bright and slick under the light. “Yes, Lord Titus,” she replied softly, smiling just a bit, though her eyes remained low. Alasse followed him into his bedroom, sighing in delight from the warmth of the fire as it overtook the room. The sweet smell&nbsp; of pastries was divine, making her mouth water and her tummy give a faint growl. She was starving.<br><br>“No, Master,” she replied to his question, though it was in truth a little white lie. Marmalade was a treat from her days before slavery, when her kingdom was still standing, and her people lived in peace. She had not had it in many, many years, and her eyes glistened when he pushed a plate towards her. “Thank you, Lord Titus,” she said to him, the gratitude quite evident in her voice. Kneeling along the side of the bed, she ate as best as she could without her hands. The sweet, tangy syrup stuck to her lips, as did itty bits of crumbs along the corners of her mouth. The elf chewed slowly, enjoying every single bite as though it would be her last. At his scolding, her eyes were weary, and she apologized to him for the mess. She did not wipe her face, unsure if she was allowed to without his instruction, but she cleaned what she could off the carpet.<br><br>When another pair of feet entered the room, Alasse quickly averted her gaze, keeping her eyes to the ground. She finished up what was left of the croissant, before a very small squeal slipped from her. The last thing she expected was another injection. The rapid effect of the serum made her nethers flush with need. Her mouth hung slightly opened as she panted, the excitement creeping up on her much too quickly. She swallowed the green substance, ignoring it’s taste, but returned to taking deep, slow breaths. Oh gods, she felt hot, and how she wanted nothing more than to feel her lord along her body, owning her, and hearing his groans of lust. <br><br>She saw the brandy when he re-approached her, preparing herself when the bottle was pressed to her lips. The burn of the liquor was so strong, it made her hiss and she struggled to gulp the fluid down into her belly. Bits dribbled down her cheeks between gulps, forcing the elf to hold her breath while she swallowed as best as she could. The moment he pulled the bottle away, she breathed in heavily, unprepared for the water that came next. Gulping down quickly, her chest heaved, her body searching for oxygen that was not coming. If her body dried off just a bit, it was wet all over again with what escaped from her mouth. The elf drank until he finally pulled it away, and she gave way to heaving for air. The room was bouncing ever so slightly, the alcohol making her giddy, but the water did nothing to stop the heat curling in the back of her throat, nor building between her legs. <br><br>Alasse did not even see him coming, but only felt her back against the ground, and loud sigh filled the air. Her ears were highly sensitive, and his lips were making her move. “Oh, Master,” she moaned out under his mouth, her nipples erect and hard from his tongue. “Oooh, Lord Titus,” she sighed, unable to control her body as her back arched, her hips rising slightly to meet his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelta Runa</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 20:09:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(Posts will no longer be colour-coded.)</span><br><br>Titus loved this. She was putty in his hands. He loved breaking a new slave like this. Already he had dipped Alasse’s toe in the depths of his cruelty; now, he would show her his benevolence. He would shower her with it. He would ply her with strong drink and rich foods and sexual pleasure until she was a debauched mess, then he would chide her for it. He smiled, and it was a truly evil smile.<br><br>He grabbed her hair and tugged her head back while he continued to lavish her breasts with attention from his lips and tongue. She was calling his name without permission, moaning like a desperate whore and raising her hips for him. She was relaxed, so relaxed she would probably barely notice as he slowly pushed his massive rod, which was throbbing with excitement, inside of her tight womanhood. He nearly buried it before bottoming out inside of her. He could just feel the nub of her cervix, but he was not crossing that frontier. Not today, anyway. He left his cock in her, wondering if the drug- and alcohol-induced stupor he was putting her into would let her fully appreciate his enormous size, and how much more of him there still was to go.<br><br>He pulled out, slick with her arousal, and worked his cock into her asshole. He wished he could make her a virgin and deflower her anus a second time, but this would have to do. There was no lube this time, just her own juices. Titus was more gentle than he had been when Alasse was in the harness, and he was definitely not giving her his full length. A fun thought occurred to him: would a sudden jolt of fear cause her to tighten even more?<br><br>He yanked on her hair and pulled her head back until she was facing the roaring fire upside-down. Still with his cock in her ass, he bit her nipple to get her attention and began pushing her towards the flames. His teeth bit her other breast as well, and still he propelled her towards the fire. He began laughing. “Look out, Nalya! I’m going to shove you into the fire.” He stopped just short of the fireplace, holding his poor slave’s face inches from the crackling flames. The fire reflected madness in his eyes, a demonic glow. He thought about the time someone had done something similar to him. He was a scrawny boy then, and his tormentor might as well have been a golem with a grip of stone. She pushed him forward, holding onto his wrists so he leaned dangerously over the flames. If she had let go, he would have fallen in.<br><br>He decided enough was enough, and scooted Alasse a safe distance from the fire. “Only a joke, my slave. Just a joke.” He laughed some more to emphasize how much he had been kidding. To underscore his point, he began tickling her. He was merciless, practically a form of torturer as he pinned one of her legs and let his fingers dance along the sole of her foot. He dove for her sides and her armpits, trying to find her most ticklish areas and exploit them. He wanted to leave her without breath, to see if she would plead for mercy. Her breasts, still enlarged from the serum, bounced as he tackled her, and he realized there was something he wanted to do before it wore off.<br><br>He left off tickling and abruptly straddled Alasse's torso. His sack rested on the bottom of her ribcage as he clasped her breasts and pushed them together with his penis between them. He roughly thrust between them a few times, but her skin, although smooth, was not as smooth as he liked. He grabbed for the massage oil without looking, and in his haste grabbed the brandy by mistake. He looked at the bottle, and his frown turned into a grin. <br><br>“Open wide,” he said, and began pouring the brandy onto Alasse’s mouth whether she was ready or not. A third of the bottle went this way. It was almost empty, just a few ounces left in the bottom. He forced the bottle’s neck into her mouth, pushing until it hit the back of her throat. He hoped she would gag on it as the remaining brandy trickled into her throat. When the bottle was empty, he pulled it out of her and tossed it aside. It rolled away across the carpet, shining weirdly in the firelight, and went under the bed.<br><br>His attention freed, he espied the oil and poured some onto the elf’s breasts. He kept her torso pinned between his knees, his muscular thighs forcing her expanded breasts together to envelop even his massive cock. He was already most of the way there, and had excellent orgasm control (years of forcing himself to train) so he came fairly quickly. Only ten minutes into this treatment, as his hips bucked on her stomach and rammed her tits, and he came. He gushed, spurting onto her forehead, her eyes, her nose, all over her lips. He sprayed his seed all down her throat and chest, and then deposited the rest on her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MoonlightReina</strong> on <strong>13-04-2015, 20:54:39</strong>
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				The workings of his mouth complimented the heat within her veins, striking her with such ferocity, there was little she could do but moan. Combined with the lightness in her head and hazed vision from the brandy, she was merely left a doll for his satisfaction. The elf was hardly aware of anything more than the suckles and licks coming from his tongue, moistening her breasts and making her nether quiver. He tugged her hair back, the faint pain only adding to the pleasure, but it prodded at her conscious mind which was losing itself to his treatment. The night before, while in the harness, he pulled her hair roughly and demanded an orgasm. In the shower with him earlier, he had done the same when she came. Was he expecting it now? Did he want her to cum? <br><br>Her mouth was open, sweet sounds of bliss pouring from her throat as easily as he fondled her. Not until he was sliding out of her did she realize he'd been buried within her folds. But, oh, she felt him press into her anus, felt her muscles contract as they tried to accommodate his size. Though the alcohol held her in such a hazy state, the excitement in her body kept her grounded enough to feel his massive arousal spreading her tight little hole. The sensation itself made her shiver, this time, a bit more painful without lubrication, and it pulled another agonized moan from the slave. <br><br>When he pulled her hair back, silvery eyes landing on the flames, her mind dwelled back on whether or not this was his silent command. But the thought did not linger when she felt his teeth sink into her, causing her to yelp. The room was bouncing slightly, the reddish silhouette nearly just a haze as her mind focused on harshness of his teeth. Her mind didn't process their movement, but only the pain that engulfed her sensitive nipple, and the excitement it seared through her engorged breasts. The heat had gone unnoticed, not much different from the one she felt throughout her body, caused by the serum he injected into her. That was, of course, till he began to laugh, the sound vicious and cruel. It took a moment for the elf to process what he was saying, to put two and two together enough to straighten her gaze on the flames and hear what he was telling her. <br><br>She screamed them, a gentle, surprised and terror filled cry that made her body jolt so suddenly. Her legs tightened around his hips, eyes widened and desperate as they sought out his. Her arms felt so very heavy as she reached to try and grasp the air, for something, anything, that would stop her from being consumed by the flames. "I'm so sorry, Master!" she cried out, her words rushed and slurred from her drunken state and fright. "Please, forgive me!" She had no idea what she'd done that would push him to kill her. In her panic, her body trembled, but the alcohol prevented her from any stronger form of movement. <br><br>Alasse did not notice in the slightest that he pulled her away, and his laughter only brought tears to her eyes, fearing she would die so cruelly. But when his fingers attacked the soles of her feet, her sides, armpits, she was taken back by the sudden laughter that shot from her mouth. Already so very sensitive, her neck and sides were extremely ticklish. She laughed, heavily and loudly, though her voice remained as gentle and timid as ever. The elf tried to seek his arms, tried to move her own hands to stop his, but she was too slow, body too heavy and dazed, and mixed with the faint bouncing of the room, she was helpless. The tickles were, at first, funny, light and eased her. Yet, they soon became unbearable. Her stomach hurt, her chest heaved as she tried to gasp between choked laughter. It hurt in her ribs and throat, and she wished so badly her would stop, though she could not voice it in the struggle. <br><br>Then, as quickly as he started, he stopped. Her eyes blinked several times to try and focus on him. She felt his weight shift, felt something large move between her breast. It didn't register just yet, nor did the sudden feeling of liquid pouring over her face, causing her to gasp. Something was forced into her mouth, hitting her throat and pouring burning liquid into her belly. She heaved, coughed, her head shook, breath stole from her, and causing her body to spasm. <br><br>When the air returned to her lungs, her hand landed on her throat. The elf watched him, felt his hips moving, and only then did her eyes manage to focus on the tip of his hard length. Encased between her breath, she could smell him each time he thrusted, felt it touch her chin with each buck of his hips. What she didn't feel was how his cock thickened, and spasm, and much to her dismay, she felt his hot excretion coat her face. She whimpered against his cock while he wiped himself on her, but made no move to clean herself. "Th-tha-nk y-ou, L-lo-rd Titus...." she said meekly, uncertain whether this was appropriate, whether he expected it, or what she was to do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelta Runa</strong> on <strong>14-04-2015, 20:52:37</strong>
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				Titus smiled approvingly as she thanked him for expressing his seed on her face. “You’re welcome,” he replied approvingly. “Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. You may use soap and dry yourself with towels.”<br><br>He watched her wobbling drunkenly on the floor as he stood up. The firelight licked the sculpted curves of his thighs and buttocks. A sprinkling of sweat glistened on the small of his back and his muscular abdomen. He pushed a hand through his inky black hair, slicking it back slightly. “Get going. C’mon.” He nudged her with his foot to get her moving to the bathroom. It would be a great pleasure to watch her trying to carry his orders out while drunk. She must’ve been extremely intoxicated by that point, he thought. He had plied her with more liquor than most of his slaves could handle, partly out of curiosity as to what an elf could handle but also because he planned to get her blackout drunk and make her pass out. Sometimes he used alcohol on his slaves, sometimes drugs. It gave the proceedings a surreal air and put them off-balance, left them wondering how much of the experience was real. The pleasure released into the brain by the chemicals and strong drink confused them about whether they were experiencing something unpleasant or not.<br><br>He wondered if she would be able to complete his order. He gave her five minutes before he went looking for her. He wandered into the bathroom and grabbed her from behind, one of his strong hands curling around her throat but not squeezing. No, he let his warm, soft fingers caress her sensitive neck while he reached around and grasped her breasts with his other hand. He fondled them as he pleased, enjoying their expanded state before the serum wore off. It was starting to wear off already. Her chest would sweat profusely and excessively as her breasts returned to their original size. He squeezed them, kneaded them between his hands and let his fingers play with her nipples. His lips kissed her cheek and tongued her sensitive ears, and his hand roamed to her stomach and between her legs.<br><br>Then he dragged her back into the bedroom, lifting her bodily from the floor and putting her over his shoulder. He did not throw her roughly to the floor. Tonight she got the kid glove treatment, and tomorrow he would unleash Hell. Already she was so drunk she could barely move properly, but he had more to give. There was a liqueur that tasted like of bananas and hazelnuts in the cabinet. He uncapped the bottle and held it to her lips. He tilted it, not caring if some spilled down her chest. He licked the spillage from her breasts and held the cold bottle to her tits, making the nipples hard. He pushed her face-down onto the bed and put his hand between her legs. His fingers and palm stroked her opening, moistening her for his entrance. He pushed a finger inside her, then another, and felt for the rough texture that identified her G-spot. He pressed that pleasure button repeatedly, and slipped another finger into her anus. Through the flesh separating the two orifices, he stroked and massaged her vaginal walls. If she orgasmed from this treatment, he would feel it and pull her hair back as part of the conditioning. He gave her no orders. It was more interesting this way.<br><br>He lifted her into a standing position by her hair, gripping all of it so as not to tear any out of her scalp. He held her upright and turned away from the bed. Still tugging her head back by her hair, he forced the neck of the bottle of tasty liqueur into her mouth and began pouring more of it down her throat. While the bottle poured its contents into her poor mouth, he slipped a finger inside her from the front, letting go of her hair and rubbing her clit with his thumb. He forced her to consume to entire bottle. Had he not given her the protective oil, she would have vomited several times already. As it was, the alcohol buzzing through her system had to be a huge amount. Would she orgasm again from his touch? If so, he would yank her hair back as usual.<br><br>Then Titus had an idea that felt like a lot of fun for him. He grinned malevolently and turned her around, sat on the bed and put two fingers (three if possible) inside her from the front. He kept up his devilish stroking of her labia and clitoris, also aiming for her G-spot whilst he suckled gently on her breasts which were in front of his face. He watched her carefully for signs of an orgasm, ready to pull her hair at a moment’s notice. Then he stopped, wiped his hands on the covers and gave her an order. “I order you to ride me, Nalya.” He drew each finger on her right hand into his mouth and sucked on it gently, one by one, letting his tongue caress the fingerprint. As he sat on the edge of his bed, his cock was massive and rock-hard. “Facing me or not, you must ride my cock until we both finish.” It was a cruel order to give. In her intoxicated state would she even be able to carry it out? Fulfilling this order would mean either spreading her legs widely apart and bending over without falling over, somehow. Either that, or she would have to balance on one leg and put the other on the bed to position her pussy over his lap. Worse, there was a good chance she would pass out before finishing. Oh, Titus may have been stern and masculine on the outside, but inside he was squealing with glee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MoonlightReina</strong> on <strong>18-04-2015, 05:51:11</strong>
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				Alasse could make out his order, but getting her body to cooperate proved extremely difficult. Everything felt heavy; just trying to roll onto her belly took triple the effort it normally would. Each time her arm seemed like it almost made it over her side, she felt her shoulder hit the ground with another hard thud. The elf wasn't sure when or how she even managed to get to her hands and knees, but as her eyes stared heavily dazed to the door that led to the bathroom, she gave up hope of standing. Instead, she crawled, slowly, and with wobbly arms, to go and get herself cleaned up.<br><br>The cool tiles of the bathroom floor woke her only a little. Every bit of movement didn't seem to match up with her perception of time. Crawling to the tub felt like an eternity, but could not have been more than a few minutes. Was it longer? Shorter? She just wasn't sure. <br><br>Her hand reached up to grasp the large tub, putting all her weight on it after forcing her upper body up and over its egde. Without meaning to, she landed hard inside, face first, and knocked the wind right out of her lungs. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, the alcohol working much more as a depressant drug that only made her want to sleep. The fog in her eyes had her near blind as she tried to turn on the faucet. Without any warning, extremely cold water hit her face, jolting her as alert as she could be. It rinsed his semun from her, off of her face and lips and hair. The coolness that splattered along her breast made them painfully erect, and goosebumps rose over her body. Not wanting to risk breaking the curtain of the shower, nor spilling water on the floor, Alasse grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed every inch of her privates, and every bit of her skin. As hard as she tried to move quickly, time felt like it was coming to a stop. <br><br>With a heavy breath, she managed to rid herself of the soap, unsure if she rinsed properly enough to remove it and his cum. For a few moments, she kept her face under the cold running water, trying desperately to wake herself up. She squinted along the bathroom, wanting to be sure she was alone, before she snuck large gulps of water in the hopes that it would negate the effects of the alcohol. Finally, she turned off the faucet, and with wobbly feet, stood herself up in the tub. Her hands gripped the edge of the steel basin so she could climb out. She stumbled to the towel rack, holding it for support while she tried to dry herself off. <br><br>Then suddenly, she felt her lord's bare chest against her back, and his hand curled around her throat. Would he beat her for taking too long? Alasse whimpered, shutting her eyes tightly, and prepared for the worst kind of punishment. Yet, what she felt was just opposite. His fingers were soft as they traced over her skin, his free hand fondling her breast and causing her to moan. In slow strides, his serum wore off, returning them to their petite size and literally taking weight off of her shoulders and back. She felt his lips, felt his hands roaming her, and then lost all feeling of the ground beneath her. Her hair was still soaking wet, leading droplets along the path he walked. She was all but lost, confused as to how and when he'd lifted her, but just as she came to acknowledge this, she was lowered back to the floor. <br><br>She took deeper breaths, trying to catch up with what was happening. Her silver gaze was more aware of him, able to see a bit clearer, and she spotted the bottle in his hand. Internally, she whimpered more, but as his command, she slurped up what she could of the liquor. This was so much sweeter, and burnt much less than the last. Still, in her state, her gulps were sloppy, some of the alcohol escaping her lips and falling down along her neck and chest. His tongue was warm while he lapped up the spillage, but the bottle made her whine from the cold. <br><br>Next thing she knew, there was something soft beneath her face, her cheeks resting along soft silk and cushions. At his touch, she tensed a bit, but quickly felt more of the sweetest pleasure he rewarded her with. She could feel his finger exploring her, and then-<br><br>"AH! OOOOOOOOOOH!" Cries were ripped from her so suddenly, an overwhelming shock of bliss swept over her faster than she could respond. And this time, it kept coming, more and more, faster, slower, striking at her and keeping her on that knife's edge of reality and madness. "PLEEEASE! PLEASE MASTER! MAY I- OOOOH!" Her walls tightened around his fingers, her climax coming before she could finish her plea, but she felt him pull her hair back hard, and the elf continued to spill her sweet release for him. <br><br>Gasping to regain herself, she yelped when he pulled her up and coughed when the liquor bottle caught her off guard. She swallowed all she could, more alcohol slipping from the corners of her mouth each time she paused to take a breath. His administrations did not help in the slightest. Her clit was swollen under his touch, making her squeal against the liquor in her throat. When she finally consumed it entirely, her breath came in small sharp pants, her vulva quivering and walls contracting for another hard orgasm. The pain from her hair pulled only added to her pleasure. He was driving her crazy, her body never having been so used so much in one night alone. <br><br>And Alasse knew it was far from over when he turned her to face him, playing with her still, drawing more and more out of her with hard suckles and rough fingers. It was too much, her body was strained from the excitement, each climax made her more and more exhausted. On top of that, she was dizzy, her head light as the room and his face faded and bounced each time she tried to settle them on him. What she managed to make out was the shine of his grin, his words not heard entirely the first time. Something moist touched her finger tips, pulling slower breaths from her. When he spoke again, this time, she heard him, and her face quickly twisted into despair. <br><br>With very shaky hands, she reached out for what she believed was his shoulder, one knee moving to slide onto the bed. Sweating now, not from pleasure, but out fear, her other hand rested on his lap to try and aim herself. She could feel his massive length against her thigh, causing her heart to beat twice as fast. She tried to allign herself, but fell back down, missing him entirely. The second time, she felt the head of his cock against her clit, but again, missed her opening. The third time, she found him, but with the alcohol weight her down, she slid onto him too fast. Her body came down hard, sliding his length into her slick walls much too fast, and spreading her roughly. The pain of having him sheathed deep within her, all the way down to his scrotum, made her cry out painfully. <br><br>Alasse bit down on her lip. "L-lord T-titus, please... help m-me...." Her right leg came to rest on the other side of his thigh, and both her hands were on his shoulders. "M-master, I've never... I've never done this..." It was not a luxury for a slave to ever top their master. "Please help me..." her words were slurred, eyes staying closed longer and longer with each blink. The elf would not be able to last through this, and she only feared what would happen if she failed him a second time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelta Runa</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 19:47:37</strong>
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				Titus was mildly impressed. Alasse had, despite her severely inebriated state, remembered she was supposed to be asking permission to cum. He noted her effort and mentally would subtract it from all the punishments he had in store for her for tomorrow. There would still be a lot left. He grinned evilly both at that thought and at the sloppy, inexperienced, drunken way she accidentally impaled herself on his manhood.<br><br>“Begging for help?” He chided her, clicking his tongue. “So very disappointing for a slave. And here I was beginning to think you were exceptional.” He was strong, very strong, and he effortlessly lifted her two-thirds of the way up his cock only to drop her back down on it again. She would be sore tomorrow. He pulled her up again, wanting to save the full impalement for when she was sober. He shifted his legs and braced his knees against her thighs to prevent her from sliding all the way down again. This was the final claiming of her hole, he decided, for the night. So he planned to make it memorable—if she remembered anything tomorrow.<br><br>With his forearms under her legs, he began to pump her up and down on his large, rigid cock. He didn’t care if she orgasmed, other than to tug her hair if he thought she was about to cum. Even if she came, he planned to keep on going. He could be a marathoning animal when he wished. His mind scampered, unbidden, into the past. How <em>she</em> used to mock him. Called him a little boy, when he was already a man, for being unable to last as long as her.<br><br>Titus shut his eyes, squeezed the past out of his vision like tears and redoubled his efforts. He lifted the small elf in his ligneous arms, her little pussy still attached to his cock, and placed her on her back on the bed. He put Alasse’s ankles on his shoulders and ploughed her like he was tilling a field, not feeding her his entire length but still giving her insides a good scrubbing. Hard and turgid, his cock slid like a piston within her womanhood’s soaking wet walls. At this angle, he surely must have been striking her G spot. He was objectively proud of his ability to give a woman multiple orgasms. Even in what precious few encounters he had had with women who were not his property. He lost track of time. The fire burned low and became glowing embers by the time he gave in and released. It was a powerful orgasm, one that shook his legs and forced him to brace his hands on the mattress for support.<br><br>He grunted and squirted the rest of his load inside her before pulling out. While she laid on the bed, he took the remainder of the liqueur and poured it into her mouth. He pushed the bottle stem between her teeth and upended it, letting it all glug out into her throat, or onto the sheets or whatever. She was probably near passing out at this point. He tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried into the bathroom, depositing her unceremoniously in the tub. Then, exhausted, he collapsed into bed. Perhaps if she was still sleeping when he got up he would douse her in cold water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MoonlightReina</strong> on <strong>04-05-2015, 23:44:10</strong>
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				His mocking tone quickly made her wish she held her tongue, but the elf was silent now as he lifted her up, only to let her fall down on his length. She cried out, the pain made her squirm, and her hands gripped his shoulders to try and keep herself from falling over. She could hardly see his face, nor keep track of the various movement being done. Each time he lifted her, she felt dizzy, and each time he allowed her to fall, her body was ready to drop and seize movement. She was so very tired, weak from hunger, faint from the alcohol shamefully needy for her master. <br><br>Despite the lust her purposely drilled into her, she was not enjoying this. With each climax came exhaustion, and though her vision and body were uncooperative with her, it did not stop the horrendous thoughts rushing through her mind all at once. Alcohol was one of the finest depressents when taken in large doses, and through the gasps of pain and moans of pleasure, Alasse whimpered quietly. He had treated her kindly today, despite the torment of the fire, and filling her with liquor. She was supposed to feel grateful, to show him she was, but her endurance had run out when those last bottles were poured down her throat. This was the second time she failed to complete his task; he would hurt her tomorrow. She knew he would, and the fear inside her made her body clench against his swollen member, grasping it tightly within her soaked walls. <br><br>The elf yelped as she was flipped over, her body left limp and abdomen in pain as his furious claiming of her body. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her resonated in the air. The tip of his cock hit something delicate, that made her squeal. It struck, once, twice, several times, sending her body spiraling on another high and with no control on her release. Her walls contracted in sweet orgasm, but drew tears to her eyes while the world started to fade. She couldn't handle anymore, couldn't fight him off, nor did she even dare to try or speak while he rammed her. His eyes were so cold, so lost in taking her, she closed her own and trembled at just what they would do to her tomorrow. <br><br>When his release finally came, she felt his hot cum filling her inside, before finally sliding out. Alasse was breathless, body covered in sweat, and barely able to lift a finger. While she struggled to breathe, she choked on more sweet liquor, coughing it up but swallowed what she could. The rest overflowed from her mouth, stained her cheeks and the silk sheets beneath her frame. She felt him move her body, didn't make out what was happening, until she hit the cold of the tub. It was still wet, the remnants of cold water left behind from her feeble attempt to bathe earlier. And then, silence.<br><br>She was alone, left with her thoughts, and the uneasy tension in her gut for what lay ahead of her. When her eyes closed, it almost felt as though her body was spiraling into a dark descent. In moments, the elf was asleep, turned over to her side, and curled into a ball. Her head was right underneath the faucet, tiny droplets falling into her hair, but unable to wake her. She was sure to be ill with the cool temperature of the bathroom, and her nakedness in the wet tub.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelta Runa</strong> on <strong>08-05-2015, 21:57:05</strong>
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				Titus awoke in one of his other bedrooms. It was not as sumptuous as the one in which he tamed Alasse, but that bed was soaked with liquor and spirits. The help were airing it out. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. A pitcher of bracing, cold spring water sat on the table next to some dry rolls and a restorative physic. He consumed all of the above, kickstarting his metabolism to recover from the night before. He never got hangovers. But his new slave must surely have one, he thought. He dressed in a comfortable silk shirt and loose pants—it was practically peasant garb, but he had no official business to attend to today.<br><br>He made his way to the master bathroom before anything else, a subconscious testament to his desire for Alasse. Yes, he planned to viciously punish her, but the little elf was having an effect on him, one he could not see himself. The maids had made the bed up and cleaned every inch of the carpet. It was like last night had not even happened. Titus frowned slightly, having hoped to force Alasse to clean the mess up. Oh, well. He would have to be even more inventive.<br><br>There she was in the bathtub where he had left her, still slumbering. She would likely be ill, yes; hell’s bells, she likely wasn’t even fully sober yet. No matter. He grabbed the shower head from its cradle and unscrewed it from the rubberized hose, making it more akin to what his gardener used. He cranked the cold water faucet to full blast and directed the ensuing jet of icy water at her face for a full minute. He then doused her from head to toe and muttered loud enough for her to hear, “You smell disgusting… filthy trollop.” He briefly directed the jet of water between her legs before aiming it at her face again. “You must be dreadfully thirsty after all that strong drink you had, you slutty little lush.” Smirking, he squeezed her cheeks and forced the shower hose into her mouth. This was much worse than the bottles. This was high pressure water and a lot of it, shooting into her mouth. Even if she managed to swallow most of it, she would suffer. Whether it escaped her lips, or came out her nose, or choked her, he didn’t care. He kept this up, holding the hose in her mouth while she struggled, until he thought she had drunk perhaps several glasses worth. He shut the water off at long last, but he wasn’t letting up.<br><br>He grabbed the soaps and salves and dumped some on her unceremoniously, drizzling it down her naked, soaking wet chest and stomach. Then he took the bath brush. It was basically a sponge/loofah on a stick, coarse enough to make one uncomfortable if used roughly but not enough to abrade skin. He began to scrub her like a dog, or a horse in the stables. He barely gave her time to close her eyes as he scrubbed her face and ears. His hands callously gripped her wrists and lifted her arms so he could scrub her arms, her armpits and her sides. He took no special care with her breasts or the sensitive nipples, scrubbing them as roughly as everything else. He scrubbed her stomach and her legs and forced the sponge between them. He scrubbed the folds of her womanhood like he was cleaning the tiled floors under his knees. He dipped his finger in soap and poked it into her navel, rubbing around a bit. He finished her legs and feet with the scrubber, grabbed the shower hose and turned it on again. He pressed the cold hose against her labia and forced the cold stream of water inside her vagina. He douched her for a few seconds, then turned the water off. He grabbed her leg, his hand surprisingly warm against the cold flesh, and flipped her onto her stomach in the tub.<br><br>More soap rained down on her in the humiliating bathing session. He scrubbed her back, the nape of her neck, and the curves of her buttocks. He forced the sponge between her legs again, scrubbing everything from her clitoris to the base of her spine. He finished off by scrubbing the soles of her feet, then let her have it with the hose again. He sprayed cold water over her until he decided the soap was completely gone. Then he turned his attention to her hair.<br><br>“Your hair is too long and greasy,” he said. “You’re unkempt and disgusting.” He stomped off to the cabinet and returned with a pair of scissors. He had an erection pressing against the front of his thin pants, and he yanked her up by her hair so she could see it. “See this? I could rape you senseless right now, over the edge of this tub until you vomit. But I won’t. You don’t deserve to touch me.” He fairly spat the last two words, and set to work on her hair. Oblivious to whatever protests or pleas she gave, he chopped away lock after lock of her beautiful tresses until her hair filled the tub. When he finished, she had a still slightly fetching (if somewhat asymmetrical) pixie cut. It looked cute to him, and made her look even more the helpless waif, but perhaps she would be devastated at the traumatic loss of her hair. He certainly hoped so.<br><br>He stood up and threw the scissors aside. Now he had scrubbed and groomed her like a prize mare or ewe. She was clearly nothing more than property to him, when last night she had been companion, courtesan and confidante. Another wild swing on the Titus pendulum. “Scoop all that hair up and throw it in the trash where it belongs,” he ordered. He pointed to the soggy hair filling the tub. He subtly implied she belonged in the garbage as well. And by sending her to the wastebasket, she would be forced to stand in front of the mirror and see her new look.<br><br>He dried his hands on a towel and rolled it up into a rat tail, whipping her backside with the wet tip. “Move it!” He watched her reaction to her reflection, delighted, and put his hands on her shoulders as if to say, “See? You belong to me. No part of you is safe.” Then he roughly shoved her head into the sink. Without a word, he began pouring hot water over her head. He squirted shampoo all over her hair and began working it into her scalp, roughly and without care. After a few minutes of this he yanked her up by her hair (having left just enough to still get a grip on). Then he ran the water again, rinsed his hands, and began filling the basin. When it was filled with hot water, he shoved her into it face-first. He held her under the water for nearly a minute, long enough to rinse the shampoo from her hair. He pulled her out, let her draw a breath, and then shoved her in again. He dunked her two more times, and then he let her fall to the floor. His foot pushed her onto her stomach, and the towel lashed out again like a scorpion’s sting. It struck her buttocks, her lower back, and her side numerous times. Once it even hit her inner thigh. He punctuated each blow with an insult. “Filthy. Useless! Ugly! Insufficient. Unworthy!”<br><br>He finally stopped when he realized he was panting heavily. He regained his composure and left the bathroom. When he returned, he was holding a ball gag. He showed it to her and growled, “If you have anything, <em>anything</em> you want to say for the rest of the day… say it now. This is your only chance.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MoonlightReina</strong> on <strong>11-05-2015, 04:43:49</strong>
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				Her body had been unable to move the entirety of the night, not even to raise a hand and stop the bits of water dripping down from the faucet. It was cold in the bathroom, leaving her teeth chattering whilst Alasse layed there miserably. Over the course of her night, her throat felt ablaze and swollen. Each breath ached within her chest, as though sandpaper had replaced her lungs with its brittle texture. Her eyes were closed, sleep coming on and off each time she awoke in a shiver. She was curled into a tight fetal ball, and struggled to keep whatever warmth her skin still managed to provide. <br><br>She had almost managed to sleep more than an hour, when her lungs were blocked by ice cold liquid, and it awoke her with a startle. A choked gasped came after, and overflowed with hard sprayed water that she tried to turn her face from. Her hand raised up in defense, but missed the hose and her Lord entirely. Of course, she was not trying to touch him. It was simply a first reaction, and once she realized he was above her, her gaze quickly averted to the bottom of the tub. Her head throbbed and pulsed from the lack of sleep and the alcohol still in her system. While she was able to move her limbs now, it still felt faint and light each time she did so. Her stomach ached, and was tight, though not nauseated. She was starving, and the croissant, her only meal within four days, was long replaced by the endless liquor he forced her to drink last night. <br><br>The elf whimpered heavily as he sprayed her skin with those powerful blasts, his insults bringing deep crimson to her cheeks. She tried her best not to move, only to gasp at the water shot between her legs, before her face went cold again. His words belittled her to no end, and left her wondering just how much of last night actually happened, and how much was her dream. Did some part of her enjoy it? Or was it simply because she had no choice? His words made it feel like both, and the elf said nothing as he forced the hose into her mouth. <br><br>The pressure hit the back of her throat hard, making her gag. If there was anything left in her stomach at all, it would rise up her throat, only to be forced back down by the powerful blast. Her chest heaved, her throat spewed and thrummed while she struggled to swallow. Her hand had reached out to grasp her master's wrist, a silent plea for mercy that was not met. Her eyes grew bright pink as they became blood shot from lack of oxygen in her lungs. If any sound came from her, it was muffled by the shower head, while the slave choked and shook and writhe under his hose. She was getting weak, her movement slowed, and her hand slowly let him go to fall limp. When he finally pulled the hose from her mouth, she took an exasperated gasp, grasping onto her throat as she inhaled deeply and coughed.<br><br>Once he started on her again, she did not bother to protest, but simply gritted her teeth from the slight pain. She shut her eyes just a mere second before he started on her face, and did her best not to evade the brush, for fear something worse would come. She felt like an animal, no, lower than that. Lower than a dog or cat, or even a rodent for that matter. Despite the roughness of the sponge, her nipples hardened from the contact, causing much more discomfort with each heavy stroke of the sponge against them. Under the scrubs, her skin became bright pink, and when it touched her folds, she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out. He had did a number on her before bed, and left her so very swollen still. This did not help in the slightest, nor did it feel any sort of pleasurable. <br><br>The rinse felt even colder than before, but this time, she could not stop the hiss that escaped her when it filled her inside. She was still so very sensitive down below, the cold water nearly burned on top of froze her inner walls, and made her upper body writhe. When turned over, she shut her eyes tightly, expecting him to beat her for the noise. Instead, he continued to bathe her, and nearly scrubbed her skin raw, as though he searched for new flesh to defile all over again.<br><br>She flinched at his words, and lowered her head as far as it would allow. The site was pitiful, and interrupted with the way he roughly lifted it back so she could gaze at his bulge. She cringed at the thought that he would take her again, so soon after bathing her so cruelly. Though meant to insult her more, the fact that he wouldn't inwardly relieved her for the moment. That was, of course, until she saw the scissors, and felt her indigo hair being chopped away. <br><br>"Oh, please, master, please don't, please forgive me, please," she started, her voice cracked with each loch that fell beside her body. Her hair, so long and once beautiful, was hacked away little by little, with the rest of her dignity. Only one person had ever been allowed to do with her hair as they pleased. Her mother, long gone, kept it long as a sign of her place among the people, for beauty and for grace, and honor. When she came of age, she was told never to cut it, for it pleased the spirits and her ancestors to watch it grow with her in age. Now here it was, all her sacred belief and principals, falling away into the bath while she held back her sobs. Her body shook heavily once it was over. Both hands covered her mouth to keep her from breaking out in wails. <br><br>At the command, she hesitated, still trying to compose herself. The whip quickly made her leap, and she gathered all that she could of her hair. Clenching it tightly into a large, wet ball, she scooped it up into her hands and walked to the trash bin. Her eyes rose to the mirror while they fell, and the elf's face cringed in distraught. No longer did any hair cover her face, nor her neck, nor even fell past her long ears. Pitiful, disobedient and a disgrace to her lineage and to her people. That was the legacy left for her. She could almost hear the cries of her fallen clan, sulking at how hard she had spiraled down from grace. When his hands touched her shoulders, she shut her eyes and slunk her head. <br><br>No resistance was spared as he bent her over, her head in the sink, and burning water burning her scalp. He lathered her hair as roughly as he scrubbed her, pulled her out, only to shove her back in once it was filled. The familiarity of the event brought a heavy shock to the elf. When he pulled her out, in the briefest of moments, her eyes caught sight of them in the mirror, and took her back to that day when her face hit the hot water again. <br><br><div align="center"><em>She was yanked up by her hair from the basin, her body submerged in ice water with her hands shackled behind her back. Alasse gasped for hair, but was met with another backhand, before her head was forced under again. <br><br>When pulled back up, the creature that held her tightened his hand around her throat. "Are you willing to talk now, your highness?"<br><br>"Please, I swear, I don't know where it is. The book has been hidden for ages, before my birth, I-"<br><br>Another slap silenced her, "YOU LIE! Do you not understand your position? You are only alive because we need this information. NOW TALK!"<br><br>He shoved her body under the water, this time, held her down until her entire body struggled to be released. When he felt her movement slow down, her lifted her up. <br>Water spewed from her mouth, "I KNOW NOTHING," she coughed out. The vampire hissed in frustration. "Perhaps its time for a new route."<br><br>He kept her head up by her hair, and forced her to stare at the wall across from them. Watching with utter fear in her eyes was a young elven teen, shackled and gagged. <br>With the snap of a finger, two guards began to unbind her, and drug her to the middle of the room. "NO! NO PLEASE LEAVE HER BE! I SWEAR WE KNOW NOTHING! PLEASE! SHE IS INNOCENT! LEAVE HER-" <br>But the elf was shoved under the water, spared only the briefest of sights when her head rose. Her sister screamed, the rags torn from her, and her body dragged from the room.</em></div><br>Alasse fell limp to the ground while Titus struck her with the towel, but her eyes were shut in a deep flashback. If he left the room, she was unaware. The elf had rolled to her hands and knees of his bathroom, but she only saw the dungeon floor. She smelled the blood, heard the cries of her sister. Her eyes twirled, the silver brightening like pale stars. Her hands were shaking, and emitting from them were blue flames. The ground around her&nbsp; seemed to freeze over, dark ice reaching out to grip the floor on which she kneeled. She could hear the chanting of her grandmother, her shrilled voice that envoked the spirits, but were too much for her to handle. They rang in her ears now, every incantation she was trained to master. She held her head, the flames did not burn her, but ice formed over the tub and around her. <br><br>"St-op, please, stoop, make it stop," she whimpered and her gaze met that of Titus. Yet, it was as though she were not there at all, but lost in a dream that grasped her hard while she struggled to keep control.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under His Thumb (Beauty and Wongbal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelta Runa</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 01:00:44</strong>
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				She pleaded for mercy. What else did he expect? Titus grabbed for her wrist to haul her upright, so he could gag her. His hand suddenly felt like it was on fire. He hissed and jerked his hand back, sharply. A rime of frost had formed on his palm, and his fingers were turning blue. He screamed and plunged his hand into the sink, thawing his hand quickly in the still-warm water. He looked back at his slave in horror. Otherworldly blue flame enveloped her hands as she clapped them to her head. No, no! No, it couldn’t be! This was wrong! This was <em><strong>magic.</strong></em><br><br>The floor and the tub iced over, and Titus descended into mindless panic. “This isn’t happening,” he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else. “This isn’t happening. This is not happening.” Magic was vile and dirty. It would get him dirty.<br><br>Titus didn’t know it, but he came from two strong magical bloodlines. The power was supposed to pass to his older sister, Morrigan. When she was twelve years old and showed no signs of the Power, her mother and father decided to try for another child. Titus was born and, from an early age, showed every sign of being blessed with innate arcane ability. Morrigan seethed with resentment. Their parents died in a tragic accident when Titus was six, and Morrigan became his legal guardian. She tormented him, partly out of spite and partly so he would suppress the power he didn’t even know he had. As a woman, she legally could not inherit her family’s estates and fortune. Her only legacy, her sole inheritance, was to have been magic—and it passed to her snot-nosed baby brother instead.<br><br>Titus knew none of this, except that his earliest memory of Morrigan involved her trying to drown him in the tub. He barely remembered his mother and father. Instead, Morrigan ruled every aspect of his life. She took any shred of privacy and dignity from him, while still presenting the image of the upstanding young aristocrats to the outside world. By age ten he feared her absolutely. By age eighteen, her torments had turned to those of a sexual nature. She possessed a raw, untamed beauty. She could have had any man she liked—and in her early twenties, she did. Titus possessed a few memories of strange noises in her bedchamber, of being banished from her wing of the mansion and told to go play in the basement. Yet that changed when she took his virginity.<br><br>He shook his head. She was not here. Had not been for a long time. No. But the memories remained. The instinctive repression of his own talents. The fear of magic. Some questioned why he didn’t use magic devices to restrain his slaves; only Titus knew why. He accidentally stumbled over the ball gag in his hurry to get out. He left the bathroom, the bedchamber, that entire wing of the castle behind. Without breaking into a run, he fled. The only sound in the bathroom was the dripping faucet and the crackling ice.
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