Intermission
Part Ten
He awoke in a damp, dark place. The dungeon, again, he supposed. The torch lit near the doorway confirmed the asumption, hardly allowing enough light for him to see the shackles on his outstretched wrists and ankles, but he felt the cold hard grip around them.
He was against the wall, naked, as he usually found himself down here. He hoped he was here because he pissed her off, but most likely, she was delighted about something. It sickened him to think that he was hoping for a whipping as opposed to what other ideas she would have in mind.
To his dismay, the door creaked open. His heart raced as he ran through possible senarios in his mind. Maybe she'd fall down the stairs and break her neck. Maybe she forgot to lock the cuffs attached to his arms and feet.
Helpless, try to shake the chains off, no such luck.
He heard her icy laughter as she approached him. He thrashed against the wall, not losing hope that he might still break free. The room seemed to become chilled as she came nearer. "Don't wear yourself out yet, sexy." she cooed, "I have use for you."
Shivers hit him as he heard her words. "How did I get here?" he asked weakly.
"Is that really important?" she asked, drawing her hand down along his face. "Now, we're going to have some fun."
"You can't make me. I won't." he snarled, although he knew in this position, even he couldn't sway her mind.
"Oh, yes I can and yes you will." she insisted. Her hand fell lower and began to stroke his manhood, which quickly lengthened and hardened, due not only to her actions but also to the chill. "Ah, there now, not so mighty without your club, are you?"
"Please...don't do this." he wimpered. He hated himself for grovelling as he was each time feeling less and less like a man. He felt her pelvis brush against the side of his hip. A moment later, she began grinding against him, not yet making him enter her.
"I think you want it just as much as I do." she blew a paper thin layer of ice over his chest, causing him to shudder as it condensed and ice cold droplets ran down his veins to his feet.
If she didn't go about the whole process in this manner, he may have considered performing an act suh as this with her. She had beauty and allure. Oh, how he wished she wouldn't always drug him, toss him in the dungeon, and force herself upon him.
He closed his eyes as she impaled herself upon him, chilling his entire body. He tried to get his mind to focus on something elsewhere while her rhythmic thrusts became stronger, causing him to be lodged deeper and deeper within her cold body.
Her breathing quickened, and his body convulsed as he groaned with the unwanted passion. As she let out the last of her highly anticipated moans of lust, he instinctively bore as deeply into her as possible in a successful attempt to relieve the tension, cursing himself silently as he withdrew from her. She gave no objection as he slid limply from her.
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that, my horny little hypnotist." she said, fingering his genitals before licking her sticky fingers clean of the salty fluids.
He defiantly stared at her and shook his head. "Well, then, maybe I should just get rid of this for you if you get no pleasure from it." She reached down and grabbed his penis, twisting the somewhat raw and frostbitten flesh. He screamed out in pain, trying to retract from her grip, causing her only to dig in sharply, drawing blood.
"Listen, and listen well. I like you, that's why I spend these little moments with you. You don't even want to know what I do to the others when they upset me." she let her grip loosen, and he struggled to keep from having any contact with her.
"Lucky for you, I'm having a good day." she said, walking away from him and towards the door. "Guess what I just found out? Pumyra's dead, and we didn't even have to lift a finger."
"Aren't you going to release me?" he called out as she climbed the steps.
"Later." she replied, putting out the light of the torch and locking the door.
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