She enters his chambers with only the burnished steel collar that marks her as an owned slave and the simple silver anklet clasped around her right ankle, to protect her modesty.  An exotic scent at her neck, between her breasts and at the small of her back are her bodies only other adornments.  Every step brings a sashay of graceful hips, leading to a roll of her shoulders to accentuate her curves and the rise and fall of her chest.  She walks with head held high, proudly displaying her beauty for the approval of her Master.

 

He rests in his seat, lounging back in its embrace with one elbow resting on the carved wooden arm to support the hand raised to rest on his cheek, fingers tapping thoughtfully as he watches her approach. 

 

She halts her approach one pace from his feet; slithering down to her knees she splays her thighs wide to offer the bare flesh of her sex to his gaze.  As her body descends, firm buttocks come to rest upon her heels as wrists cross at the small of her back.  Raising her chin to meet his gaze she speaks

 

“Greetings my Master” her clear musical voice sounds loud in the chamber

 

“Welcome girl” comes his reply “I’m afraid girl has caught me unprepared for her arrival.  Girl will wait here in her kneel while I see to one or two items before turning my full attention to her.”

 

“Yes my Master” comes her simple reply as she lowers her eyes to his boots.

 

She watches as his legs tense to stand and booted feet shift before her, she can sense his gaze sweeping over her body before he steps around her and the sound of his footsteps echoes lightly in the chamber.  The creak of the door signals his departure to her and she settles with a deep breath to await his return.

 

Minutes pass slowly as she waits, eagerness for his returns only seeming to make the seconds trickle by at an agonising rate.  All is still in the chamber, the wooden floor is hard and a little cold beneath her knees, only the occasional flicker of one of the torches on the wall give hint to any life with in the room.  Her mind begins to wander as she carefully maintains her steady gaze on the portion of floor where her Masters feet had so recently rested, the sound of her own breathing grows loud in her ears as it mixes with the internal tempo of her heartbeat.

 

The crash and clatter of metal against the stone wall snap her mind back to sharp focus, even as her head whips around to seek out the source of the sound the torches strike the wooden floor with a dull thud, their embers all but extinguished. The remaining dull glow casting a silhouette she barely catches before the rush of heavy foot falls across the room ends in strong hands upon her body.

 

Before the gasp in her mouth can turn to a shriek of shock a hand closes over her lips, the hand forcing a heavy leather ball gag past her teeth and into her mouth.  At the same time a thick muscular arm slips between her elbows and back, locking her arms in a vice like grip and pinioning them behind her.  A muffled grunt is all that escapes her lips as the heavy ball of the gag props her jaws wide open and forces her tongue to the base of her mouth.  His hand is moving quickly and soon the leather straps spreading out from the leather ball are pulled taught around her skull, trapping and tugging her darks tresses uncomfortably as the scolds bridle locks into place. 

 

She tugs forward and rocks her upper body but his grip of her arms doesn’t allow her any purchase or room to wriggle away from his sudden and totally unexpected onslaught.  Thoughts race through her mind as she struggles, how did this man get into her Masters chamber without making a sound, who was he, what did he want, was his business with her or her Master? 

 

She rocks forward with greater desperation when she feels the cold touch of a wide steel manacle snapping shut around her wrist.  Pitifully weak grunts and squeaks are all that escape the extremely effective gag, barely loud enough to drown out the second metallic click that signals the capture of her other wrist to her unseen assailant.

 

His arm remains locked between her elbows and the soft arch of her spine and she feels him stand behind her, the powerful arm yanking her uncomfortably up by her elbows.  The strain on her shoulders makes her wince, the pain mixing with the shock at this assault on her in the sanctuary of her Masters inner chamber to trigger tears cascading from soulful eyes now wide with fear.

 

His free hand moves across her front and gloved fingers grasp her breast, gripping tightly to her flesh his fingers dig in and bring a fresh grunt of pain from behind the horribly effective gag.  He half lifts her and half drags her forwards and around her Masters seat.  In the gloom of the chamber she can make out very little, the weak glow from the remains of the torches barely serves to light the corner of the room where they had landed.  She can make out the high back of her Masters chair as she is manouvered around behind it.  The grip on her breast and arms increases, she can feel her breast bruising under his merciless grasp as she is hoisted higher by her attacker's strong arms.

 

Dangling from his arm she hangs over the back of her Masters chair, the hold on her breast is released and the gasp of relief from her flared nostrils is short lived as she is unceremoniously dropped onto the back of the chair.  She only falls but a few inches but the wooden ridge of the back rams into her stomach, knocking the air from her and leaving her choking and gasping behind her gag.  Her body forced into a viciously bent double V position by her own weight being supported by her stomach atop the chair. 

 

Through the pain, tears and fear at her predicament she can make out a harsh laugh emanating from her tormentor, the tone seemingly familiar to her but unable to focus on such thoughts as she fights to regains her breath.  Neither of his hands are on her now, the first time she has been free of his touch for what feels like an age but in reality has been less than two minutes have passed, such was the swiftness of his attack.

 

Her respite from his touch is short lived as both of his strong hands return their vice like grip to her buttocks, fingers curling around and digging cruelly into her hips as his palms lift her and spread her open for him.  The realisation of the fate in store for her strikes her just as the head of his shaft presses to the warmth of her sex, her body still ready and eager from its preparations to serve her Master but now this unknown intruder would instead reap the fruits of her loins.

 

His penetration of her is as rapid and forceful as his whole attack upon her, even as she comprehends what is happening to her he is impaling her fully upon the length of his meat.  The suddenness and the depth of his stroke arches her spine and causes her head to involuntarily roll back despite her position, a silent scream erupting from behind the gag.

 

His defilement of her body begins in earnest as he takes barely a second to savour the feel of her body surrounding and enveloping him, before plunging into her again and again, pistonning into her helpless body with a brutal force.  Every drive forwards threatening to rock the chair forwards and over but the fingers digging into her rump anchor her and the chair in place, unable to escape the tirade of thrusts.

 

The tears roll down her cheeks as he continues to plunder and ravage her body in its vulnerable position for his own warped pleasure, her debasement only added to by the responses from her body.  The heat growing between her thighs despite the nature of her penetration, the slickness and spread of her juices only aiding his reaming thrusts and enabling the tempo to increase as a crescendo builds within them.

 

He erupts into her with one final, violent impalement, sinking into her to the very hilt of his shaft.  The force of the thrust driving her up, higher onto the back of the chair, nearly sending her sprawling over the top and into the seat.  Despite her ordeal the sensations bought on by the cock filling her send her spiralling over the edge, tensing muscles flow beneath sweat soaked skin as she bucks upon the chair.  He withdraws slowly before thrusting back in to her, again rocking her on the chair and sending her head back as tendrils of hair falls about her face as the heavily gag muffled scream of pleasure is prized from her throat.

 

  As quickly as it had begun it is over, his member withdrawing from her body as his hands move up to grasp her upper arms lifting and dragging her again.  He moves around to front of the chair where her ordeal had begun, hauling her after him with weakened legs dragging across the floor.  He lowers her slowly, more gently than before, arranging her legs beneath her so that she drops back to her knees at the foot of her Masters chair. 

 

He steps in front of her, for the first time she is given a glimpse of her assailant.  Looking up from behind the tufts of damp hair thrust out by the gag harness at odd angles around her face, she cannot make out the darkly dressed figure towering over her.  All that is visible to her is the mans softening cock slick with a coating of her nectar and his seed, his gloved hand closes around it and guides it to her face, wiping the slick mix across her face, strands of it sticking to her skin and stretching out in a fine strand to join her face to the end of his cock before his hand tucks it back into his breeches. 

 

The toe of his boot kicks against her knees, forcing them out wider to better reflect her earlier position and then he is gone.  She stays on her knees, trying to stifle her tears and regain her composure, not trusting herself to stand but not knowing what good it would do her cuffed and gagged as she was.  Her eyes widen in surprise as lift floods the room again, the dance of flickering flames across the wall reappears in her field of vision and then the door creaks open and shut. 

 

She waits on her knees, just as she had before.  She can feel the mix of sweat and cum on her face, drying and sticking to her, the slow trickle of the man's seed seeping from between her swollen and reddened labia.  Her mind reeling with thoughts of who her attacker was, what he was doing now, what had happened to her Master.

 

Her thoughts are interrupted when she hears the door creak open again, footsteps slowly crossing the floorboards behind and then feet appearing in her view, feet wearing the boots she recognises as her Masters.  A flood of relief washes through her body as he sits, daring to look up at him before she is bidden, the relief at him being there overcoming her training momentarily.  It is then that she notices the dark breeches and tunic he wears, the stained marks visible around the crotch.  Then the chuckle that comes from his lips as the realisation spreads across her face and low groan of relief slips out from behind the gag.

 

“Girl is released for the evening, have one of the other slaves clean her up and remove her bonds.  She will be needed again in the morning”

 

With a muffled garbled reply of “yes my Master” she rises unsteadily to her feet.  Curtseying lightly before him, she can feel his eyes on her body again and as she looks down spies the small puddle of cum that had collected beneath her while she knelt.  Backing slowly out of the room, she holds her head high for her Master to enjoy her beauty, the bridle in her mouth coated in a fine dribble of her saliva and serving only to add to the mess of tears, sweat and cum her face has been reduced to.  At the door she curtseys again and is gone.