 As the punishment chamber is ominously windowless and with a conspicuous absence of clocks Destiny can only estimate just how much time has elapsed. Both mentally and physically exhausted she dozes intermittently, only for the sharp pains shooting through her aching legs to bring her rushing back to consciousness with a sudden start. She tries shifting her weight from one leg to the other in an attempt to relieve her cramped muscles, but it is no use, the more she does that the more her already grazed knees suffer on the rough concrete beneath them. Even in her discomfort Destiny registers that the screen she has been so engrossed in earlier has retracted to its former elevated position, and is now still and silent. The only light illuminating the chamber comes from a few large candles placed high up in wrought iron wall sconces, casting an almost surreal glow over her surroundings.
Stealing a glance to each side of her Destiny's stomach gives a downward lurch as she realises the two slave girls that have been there throughout most of her ordeal have at sometime left or been removed from the chamber, once again leaving her all alone. Destiny finds the feeling extremely disquieting, although the slave girls haven't exactly exchanged any pleasantries with her, or with each other. After everything she has been through, in Destiny's mind, she now somewhat naively considers them all to be kindred spirits, forced into the same humiliating predicament as her, albeit due to different circumstances. She would have been shocked if she had known both girls were at the Lair entirely of their own free will, each wishing for nothing more than to be the best submissive for their respective Masters that they possibly could become.
Her body and mind shattered Destiny dozes off again until the sounds of a presence moving around in the chamber with her awaken her from her fitful sleep. As she blearily tries to focus her eyes, the feeling of relief sweeping through Destiny is immense as she observes that it is just another semi naked slave girl and not Master Cain that has come back for her. The slave girl busily goes about her task of placing an assortment of lit candles around the broad stone rim of the circular bath while the steaming water from the single tap pours into it, the short white robe covering her body almost transparently in the light from the flickering flames.
Destiny breathed in deeply, the heady aromatic scents of gardenia, narcissus and wisteria permeating the air of the chamber, carried on the spirals of steam rising upwards from the rapidly filling tub. All at once Destiny is acutely aware of how much she yearns to sink into a relaxing bath, and indeed just how much she is in dire need of one, the lingering smell of sex clinging to her body and hair. She is also aware of how twenty-four hours previously she has taken such a simple luxury of bathing for granted. An unreasonable feeling of envy wells up inside her as she silently watches the slave girl prepare what Destiny assumes to be her own bath.
It isn't until the petite, dark haired, elfin-faced girl walks over to Destiny that she realises she just may have been mistaken in her assumptions again; she really has to stop doing that. With deft fingers the slave girl proceeds to swiftly unbuckle Destiny's wrist and ankle cuffs and collar, hanging them on the hook beside her leash, leaving Destiny totally unencumbered. In a quiet, soft voice the slave girl introduces herself, "I am Sara" Biting her lip more than a little nervously, Destiny replies hesitantly with her voice trembling, "And I am Destiny." It is the first time she has ever called herself by her new name and she can't deny the little spark of excitement it triggers in her and a feeling that she can only describe as pride spreading through her as she utters it.
Sara leads Destiny over to the filled bath, the steam rising invitingly in scented clouds of vapour from it and gestures for her to get into it. Every step Destiny takes seems to send new pangs of pain shooting through her body but the very thought of being permitted to bathe makes her stifle back the compliments that are so second nature to her and ever ready to burst forth from her mouth. Destiny slowly lowers herself into the pleasantly hot water, wincing as her skin protests at the initial shock of the heat but at the same time savouring it as it envelopes her body, submerging herself until only her head and shoulders remain visible above the water, a groan of unadulterated pleasure escaping from her parted lips, and a shiver of appreciation hardening her nipples. Destiny gratefully reclines, her eyes closed, her head nestling comfortably against the carved stone, luxuriating in the soapy, exquisitely scented water surrounding her. The heat of the water soothing her aching muscles and the muslin sachet of healing herbs that Sara has added at the very last minute to the flow of running water soothes her tender cuts, taking the sting out of them.
Destiny starts to half heartedly protest as she feels the delicate touch of Sara's fingers soaping all around her shoulders and neck and then thinks better of it, why should she complain about something that feels this good? A contented sigh emerges from Destiny as she feels some of her former tension ebbing away. Sliding further down into the tub, Destiny sighs contentedly as she immerses herself deeper in the reviving water, a few wayward tendrils of hair escaping from their hastily pinned confinement, damp and hugging the nape of her neck. Destiny's lips curve into a genuine smile at this unexpected indulgence, her eyes closed, lost in the moment and in the flickering light of the candle flames playing over her shut lids, the relaxing sound of the water lulling Destiny as it caresses her body with every shift in position.
After ensuring Destiny has everything that she requires Sara leaves her to her own devices, informing her that she will be back shortly to help with the rest of her preparation. Destiny nods in acknowledgement as she reaches for the soap, wetting it, turning it repeatedly in her hands until they are white with thick, creamy lather. She gently washes her face and neck, her hands sliding over the familiar territory of her shoulders, down to her breasts. Her movements becoming increasingly languid as she caresses her sensitive nipples, reawakening the unrequited need in her from earlier, feeling it as a sharp stab of lust between her legs. Moaning softly, Destiny presses her thighs together as she pinches her nipples hard, images filling her mind of her naked and bound to a cold steel table, wrists cuffed and arms pulled taut, her legs spread to a humiliating degree, designs in red and purple decorating her ass, drawn with fire, the sweet burning of the whip. Suddenly Destiny's eyes fly open and her movements cease, she will not, can not do this, she refuses to be aroused by their barbaric treatment of her. Just what is happening to her? She struggles to push the still vivid images from her mind, her heart racing.
One hand strokes her full breasts, moving relentlessly back and forth between her erect nipples, the other following the contours of her belly, a thrill darting through her as she lingers over her soft bare mons. Lightly, she traces the line made by the junction of thigh and hip, her other hand reluctantly leaving her breasts and joining its mate as it slowly explores the innermost folds of her sex.
With her fingertips barely making contact, Destiny feels touch as heat as she strokes the tender soft skin near her entrance, her heart beats faster and her breath quickens as one finger traces the delicate line of the divide. Soon, a louder moan follows as Destiny presses harder where the flesh conceals her swollen clit; she slips one finger into her pussy, feeling her slick wet arousal mixed with Master Cain's spent seed, so distinct from the water. Destiny holds her erect throbbing clit in the 'V' made by her index and middle finger, thrusting her hips up almost out of the water and pushing her fingers all the way into her pussy, withdrawing them she observes the enticing juices glistening on her fingers. Her tongue darts out, licking them hesitantly at first, and then she does something that she would never have even contemplated before, she sucks them clean, revelling in the erotic taste of Master Cain and herself.
Destiny slides again into the water, head thrown back, and eyes closed. Her breasts and nipples taut with lust and need, she resumes pinching her nipples painfully hard until her breath comes fast and furious from between her parted lips. Her finger seeks out the most sensitive spot of her clit, uttering soft moans as she presses it lightly, them firmly, faster and harder. In her mind's eye she sees flashes of his cock sliding in and out of her raw pussy, it betraying her own need so wet and slick with desire, his fingers cruelly digging into the fresh welts on her body as he fucks her, the hunger burning in his eyes as he hurts her.
Destiny's hips begin to thrust against her hand pushing, seeking her release. She stabs her finger forcefully into her pussy over and over, relentlessly stroking the hard bud of flesh faster, harder, driving herself inexorably towards ecstasy. Her back arches upwards and her thighs tense, her nipples and pussy throbbing in time with each ragged breath. Destiny finally reaches the place she needs so badly, the place where time slows down, stretching out in front of her until she is ready to be taken down from the peak of her release. One solitary scream wrenches from deep within her in the intense rush of orgasm, sending her coming as her mind and body explode as one and dissolve in brilliant flashes of light.
Collapsing, she melts into the water as the pleasure dissipates, radiating outward from her centre and coursing through her trembling limbs. She finally opens her eyes, heavy eyelids descending, shuttering the dazed look of bliss. Destiny slides down until even her face is submerged, contentment and satisfaction curving her lips gently into a soft smile as her galloping heart slows. Surfacing, she lies still with only her face free of the water, her hair wavering sensuously in the tiny currents created by her movements. The gentle curve of her mouth widens to a grin of erotic anticipation as she thinks of what the rest of the day may hold in store for her.
As her breathing and heart rate return to something closely resembling normal, Destiny resumes lathering and rinsing every inch of her flesh until it gleams in the candlelight, she would never had believed it could have felt so wonderful to feel clean again, at least physically. She was just finishing up when the soft padding of bare feet on the stone floor announced Sara's return to the chamber, her arms full of white, ultra soft cotton towels and slung over one arm, a small vanity case. Staring hard at Destiny noting how her cheeks flush under the scrutiny of her gaze Sara realises that she has been indulging in a little more strenuous activity than just bathing in her short absence. Shaking her head at Destiny, "That wasn't a smart move." Destiny's only reply is a rueful smile, and a saited expression upon her face.
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