After Sir Stephen used Anna’s mouth, he took her from behind. She cried out each time he rammed into her, but that only seemed to increase his ardor. Finally, he spilled himself into her rear. Then as Anna lay sobbing on the bed, he took her by the hair and pulling her to her feet said, “You’re not done yet. Now I must punish you for betraying Tristan.” Anna sobbed, “But, I didn’t betray him. This was all Tristan’s idea.” Nevertheless, Sir Stephen led her into another room where there were two upright columns about a meter and a half apart. Anna noticed two rings set in each – one about two meters up and the other just above the floor. In a moment Sir Stephen had secured Anna’s arms and legs to the rings leaving her upright, but spread. Then he went to the wall where several crops and whips were hanging. “Anne Marie thinks of everything” he said as he chose a crop. Then he struck…
Later Sir Stephen sat in a chair and considered Anna. She could feel the welts rising on her buttocks, thighs and lower belly. He said, “You have a talented mouth and you bore the punishment fairly well. You may yet make a slave, but is that what you want?” “I want what Tristan wants,” Anna said between sobs. “I love him, and he loves me.” “You may wish to reconsider that last statement,” said Sir Stephen. “As I took you, he was busy in the dungeon with Uta. She was once like you – young and quite in love with Rolfe, but you see what it got her. He abandoned her at Roissy, and now she will likely meet her end here. And O, my whore. Once she was in love with my half-brother Rene. She adored him, but he gave her to me, although in O’s case I think she found her true self in being my slave. Are you a slave at heart, Anna?” Anna did not answer. Sir Stephen continued. “The rings that pierce you and the brand on your belly are not what makes you a slave. They are only marks for others to see. What truly makes you a slave is your mind. Think about that.” And Sir Stephen left her there for an hour before sending her back to Tristan.
“The rings that pierce you and the brand on your belly are not what makes you a slave. They are only marks for others to see. What truly makes you a slave is your mind. Think about that.”
Another entrancing blog post from your Goddess River
I have been very busy weaving new spells, as you’ll enjoy below, and getting ready for the sun and warmth to return. I have several shorter series in the works for the summer months – think sirens and mermaids playing in waterfalls and a lush Ivy Goddess wrapping you up and guiding you through her enchanted forest worlds… I have so many new toys and tools to play with this summer, I can hardly…
