|  Sara takes over from the attendant, shooing him away, and grasps Destiny’s arm none too gently, guiding her on shaky legs back along the labyrinth of passages, winding deeper and deeper into the heart of the Lair, passing doorway after doorway before climbing a spiral staircase and finally reaching the rooms of Master Dusk. Although Destiny’s stomach is churning, wondering just what new depravity is about to befall her now, she has to stifle a chuckle as she instantly realises which door leads to Master Dusk’s rooms, after all there can’t be too many men who have a gorgeous scantily clad blonde female stationed either side of their doorway, posing as still as Greek statues, their arms holding golden candelabras aloft like beautiful living objects d’art.
A rather sullen Sara pushes between them, neither girl acknowledging her, and cranks open an old, heavy oak door with an alarming set of groans and squeaks. Destiny steps into a room unlike any she has ever seen before; it is like travelling back in time. The room resembles a cross between a medieval torture chamber and a scene from Arabian nights. Dark blood red and gold drapes grace the length of the two tall window embrasures in the room, matching the velvet canopy and covers of the huge gothic period four poster bed that almost dominates the entire room. Destiny walks over, enthralled by the craftsmanship of the piece, her fingers running up and down the midnight black posts, tracing over the intricate carvings, the workmanship phenomenal. ....r inspection, Destiny discovers the carvings in the posts are of the female form all in submissive poses, some with and some without their Masters or Mistresses. From this alone Destiny guesses correctly that both Master Dusk’s professional and personal lives are inexorably entwined.
Almost rudely Sara breaks into Destiny’s musings, pulling her over to a large wooden chair and shoving her into the seat. Quickly and silently she cuffs Destiny’s ankle to the leg of the chair, ensuring she had no option but to stay put. Without another word Sara exits sulkily from the room, leaving Destiny in peace to study her latest change of scenery.
Since marrying Jeff, Destiny was no stranger to the luxury trappings of wealth, but the exotic opulence of this room takes her breath away, but there is also an aura of something dark and erotically disturbing lingering behind the façade of richly textured and coloured fabrics and richly appointed furniture. At one end of the immense, high-ceilinged chamber, a small living flame effect fire, the only visible concession to modern living in the room, blazes in a splendid fireplace carved of white marble, soft pink variegations rippling here and there through the iridescent stone. On the mantle are two massive gold candelabras not unlike those held aloft by the stationery slaves outside the door. Candles of every size and description imaginable brush the walls with their soft auras of light, and a few tasteful and very obviously expensive antiques are placed throughout the room. The erotic artwork of Graeme Walker hangs from the walls, a gifted and talented up and coming Scottish artist, whose career Master Dusk has developed a personal interest in.
A huge merchant’s chest constructed of gleaming dark wood stands between the two windows. Destiny shivers despite it being the height of summer, wondering if the numerous drawers hide contraptions every bit as devious and barbaric as Master Cain’s storage drawers have contained. Curiosity getting the better of her, she stands up, trying to drag the chair over to the chest with her, only to discover to her dismay it is securely bolted to the floor; she is going nowhere any time soon. She has no option but to sit back down and wait until Master Dusk or one of his minions decide to put in an appearance.
Trying to pass the time, Destiny surveys the rest of her surroundings, puzzled as she suddenly notices the rather large wooden cross on the middle of the left hand wall; she hasn’t had Master Dusk, or for that matter, any one else at the Lair, figured for the religious type. Affording it a second glance, she realises with a start that the size isn’t the only unique thing about it. A large leather Master Tawse hangs silently beside it and her blood runs cold as her eyes travel over the large wooden beams, taking in the sight of the leather and steel cuffs hanging from the outstretched arms and foot of the cross, patiently waiting to claim their next victim.
Even with Destiny’s inexperience in these matters, she can tell that the unique pieces of furniture, if indeed that is what one calls them, have been handcrafted from the best of quality materials and so obviously by someone with a keen eye for aesthetics and detail. The pieces of furniture are as pleasing to the eye as they are nerve-wrackingly unsettling to her already fragile peace of mind.
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CRACK, Master Dusk’s whips slices through the air next to his ear, connecting with Destiny’s pale creamy flesh and leaving yet another angry welt in its wake. His technique has been perfected so that he can leave her flesh intact, but stinging like a nestful of angry hornets, all apart from where the thong of the whip overlaps previous welts.
Master Dusk stands watching, listening to Destiny’s breathing, coming quick and ragged, disturbing the silence of his dark candle lit chamber. He watches Destiny’s every movement, his green eyes dark and fierce. For a brief moment, Master Dusk halts his exertions, the candlelight bouncing off Destiny’s body, slick with sweat, the scent of her sexual arousal filling his senses. Overcome with delight he watches as Destiny’s lips tremble, her body rocking on the chains that hold her captive for his use, her eyes blinded by the thick strip of velvet he tied over her face previously. Still, he waits.
 "Please, no more," Destiny’s voice comes out as a thin strangled whisper as she speaks, begging for Master Dusk to stop tormenting her tortured body.
Without acknowledging that he has heard her, Master Dusk wields the whip over Destiny’s delicate flesh. Not stopping to pause, he wants to hear her screams; repeatedly he rises up and lets go. Finally, Destiny can stand no more, her body writhes and bucks against the restraints, her screams resounding in Master Dusk’s ears, giving him an instant erection, his cock bulging against his black leather trousers for the umpteenth time that night. God how he loves using this slut, so much more than even he had anticipated. Again he stops, but this time puts away the whip.
Master Dusk walks over to Destiny and traces his fingers over her jaw line, her screams falling to mere whimpers. She hangs loose and limp before him, her spirit and will almost defeated, ready to take whatever is to come next. He lets his hands roam all over the tender red welts of Destiny’s flesh, not for satisfaction or curiosity but merely to bring fresh pain, to watch her squirm for him as he rubs her own sweat into the fresh wounds. Her breathing becomes faster, more urgent, he notices it all even the way she bites her bottom lip, so she won’t cry. Even in defeat she is still clutching on to the last remnants of her pride, like a comforting security blanket.
"You love it don’t you, little slut?" Master Dusk speaks roughly into Destiny’s ear. "N... n... no!" Her answer is barely more than a whisper. Reaching a hand out fast he grabs a handful of Destiny’s hair, forcing her head back, her arms and shoulders screaming in pain as they are pulled taut.
"Perhaps you have not suffered enough if you can’t answer me better than that. Pathetic little slut, I know you have a voice. And I will make you use it!" As Master Dusk relinquishes his grip Destiny starts to tremble anew against her restraints, bound even higher than she has been in the punishment chamber, her body aching with the strain of being bound for so long. Destiny tries to relax but her muscles are too tight for that… just the way Master Dusk wants it.
Destiny waits apprehensively, the silence almost too much too bear. She finds that she wishes even to scream silently just to create some noise. She wonders if Master Dusk is watching her and what his preparations are, the waiting excruciatingly agonising as to her horror and shame she can feel her juices dry on her thighs. Her own arousal is very evident as the strong, pungent scent reaches her nostrils.
Although blindfolded, Destiny envisages Master Dusk in her mind, his chest bare, his hair glistening, his leather trousers laced up the front instead of buttoned or zipped. With that image almost burned in the inside of her eyelids Destiny tries to shift in her restraints, but really to no avail. She dangles helplessly, just like the piece of meat Master Dusk wants her to be.
He watches Destiny shift and then moves soundlessly to a large tray covered with a black silk square. Without a word Master Dusk starts to slowly remove the large cloth. Slowly, he reveals his most treasured tools of torment for his slave. He smiles as he sees his various dildos, clamps, spreaders, weights, needles and knives. The array of toys that he has acquired over the years sometimes still makes him stare in awe. He selects a few items and returns to stand beside Destiny, wanting to ravish her, wanting her to service him in every way imaginable, but all the while knowing that it’s not time yet.
"You’ll learn to use your voice as my slave, or shall suffer dearly," Master Dusk growls huskily into her ear as he reaches between her legs, swiftly and firmly clamping one tight metal clothespin to her right outer lip. Destiny gasps loudly and fights the urge to swing her body from his grasp. Before she can catch her breath, Master Dusk attaches another pin on the opposite lip. Destiny feels each sensitive lip throbbing with pain and heat. He seems to be working faster now, her right nipple, and then the left. She feels red-hot searing pain from each clamp as it finds its home, deeply biting into her flesh. Master Dusk pauses briefly, allowing Destiny to feel the fresh pain as it is inflicted, and ensuring that each pin is firmly in place. Finally, as her heavy breathing abates, Master dusk moves quickly and without warning, pulling back the hood of Destiny’s clit, and snapping the last metal clothespin on the tiny nub. Destiny feels the scream building in her throat before the pin is even in place and knows there is no way she can hold this one in; her slave screams echo off the walls repeatedly.
Smiling, Master Dusk stands back and watches as the hot tears slide down Destiny’s pale cheeks, dripping onto her naked breasts. However, he knows that he is not yet done and his smile widens cruelly. He moves again to the table on his right and selects the needles he has saved for just this occasion. Ripping the sterile pack open, Master Dusk selects the first one and smoothly pierces the flesh of Destiny’s swollen wet inner labia. Fresh screams fill his ears as he grabs another needle and pierces the other lip.
Destiny feels the burn of each needle as it pushes through her flesh, her pussy sore and abused, she cries pitifully and yet she knows that her body is responding with fresh arousal. All the pain that she endures at the hands of Master Dusk is nothing to the pain that her traitor of a body is starting to crave. Her nipples hard and numbing as juices trail down her beaten inner thighs, washing past the needles, causing them to sting even more. Finally Destiny rises higher, drifting into ecstasy at Master dusk’s attention washing over her and she starts to welcome the pain, no longer so fresh. Destiny finds her voice and speaks, this time not trembling just quite so hard.
"Thank you, Master," Although Destiny cannot see Master Dusk, this time when she speaks, he smiles at her.
"What is your purpose in life, slut?" He flicks the clothespin on her left nipple as he impatiently awaits her answer.
"To serve your every desire, Master, to please you and do as you command of me, no matter what." Destiny answers loud, strong and sure as the attentions of Master Dusk’s fingers on her clamped breast send fresh waves of pain pulsating through her body.
"Correct, my slave, you know what I require and by now you should know that when I ask you a question I want to hear your responses. Is that clear, slut?"
"Yes, Master." Destiny’s responses have satisfied him for now. She is responding to his handling of her better than he had hoped, but again he is not finished with her. He fully intends to drive his point home.
Master Dusk moves from Destiny once more and selects a large glass double dildo, and lubricates it thoroughly. Standing behind Destiny he spreads the cheeks of her ass and slides the twin headed phallus roughly all the way up both her holes. Not moving his hand, he grins as she screams in surprise and agony. Watching as she tries to writhe away from his latest invasion, but knowing that all she is accomplishing is pushing the dildos further into each hole.
With his left hand Master Dusk reaches out, grasps the crank and turns it fully one time, relishing in the fact that he has just spread Destiny’s arms and legs further apart and raised her a little higher off the ground. Now he knows she cannot move away again.
Destiny cries out as Master Dusk spreads her to the point of tearing her apart and tries to relax against the huge dildos filling her holes. Her pussy tightens and clenches on the tool, trying to milk it even as her ass tries to force it back out. Feeling as though her mind has switched to overload, Destiny cannot resist as her arousal heightens. Slowly Master dusk starts to ease the hard toy in and out of her holes, fucking her dually. A few short, soft thrusts, and then he brutally begins to fuck her holes in earnest. Showing no mercy to her orifices, he grabs her about the waist and holds her tight so that he can bury the plunging dildo further and deeper.
Moaning, Destiny feels her body responding to his torture, agony and ecstasy building at the same time, filling her body with sensations that apparently only Master Dusk could invoke in her. Blinded, shrouded in darkness, Destiny feels her orgasm starting to build, despite his brutality. The initial pain is gone, and has been replaced with heat and friction. Her asshole opens freely as she bears down to meet his thrusts, welcoming them even as they slam into her over and over. Biting down on her bottom lip, Destiny fights the plateau knowing that to climax a third time without permission would be the equivalent of signing her death warrant.
Master Dusk feels Destiny’s body heaving with rapid breaths, knowing that although his use of her is powerful, she is close. He slides in and out of her faster, his wrist and arm aching but he does not let up, instead he increases the pace. He looks up, watching Destiny’s face in the mirror opposite them, and sees that she is fighting to hold back, her bottom lip white, clamped tightly between her teeth.
"Don’t you dare to come, bitch!" Snarling, Master Dusk continues to pound into Destiny, his own cock close to exploding. He will have his release soon enough. He knows.
Destiny can’t hold on much longer, white hot pain flames through her mouth as her teeth penetrate her lip, drawing blood; she can taste its saltiness in her mouth. Master Dusk fucks her faster and harder and finally Destiny just screams it out, she cannot fight any other way. Her howls and screams echo all around them reverberating in her ears as her body uses all its strength not to cum, her pussy and ass on fire from their use. Destiny is ready to beg now for her release, unable to fight any longer as her weakness starts to tell.
Then just as suddenly as he started Master Dusk withdraws the juice saturated tool from her body. He watches her hang, limp from his torture, her head bent, blood dripping from her mouth to her breasts, her body covered in sweat all over again. The sight arouses him deeply. He can see the strain in her muscles and knows she will be tender tomorrow. His own brow damp, he moves once again to stand in front of her.
His thick dark hair damp, he stands rubbing her sore clit, clamped and so swollen, preparing, resting. He watches. "Did you come, slut?" his eyes narrow, watching to see her response. He can always tell when a slave lies to him.
"N… n… nooo M… Master." Destiny speaks clearly, gasping to answer between heart rending sobs. Master Dusk smiles, he can see she has not lied to him. "Ah my slut, very good, that’s a good girl." With no warning he grabs both needles in her swollen inner lips and pulls them free of her flesh, watching with insatiable hunger as blood oozes down her thighs. Destiny’s gasp is audible as she winces from the sting.
"Thank you, Master," she breathes more slowly as each minute passes, her shaven sex still glistening with her overflowing juices. Master Dusk reaches out and fondles her puckered lips, pulling on the clamps, making them bite deeper into her overheated flesh. "Shall we remove these horrible clamps, slut?"
"Oh yes, Master, please." Destiny cannot see the evil grin that has crossed Master Dusk’s face.
"Very well slave, you deserve to be rewarded for not coming, we’ll take them off now." He reaches silently for his bullwhip again.
"Thank you, Master." Destiny breathes in deep, wincing again at the strain inflicted on her tired limbs, bracing herself for the pain of blood rushing into the clamped areas off areas of her pussy and nipples.
Silence greets her and Destiny furrows her brow, but before she can speak, Master Dusk wields the whip in his hand expertly. CRACK! Destiny screams in pure agony as the tip of his whip rips the clothespin from the flesh of her left nipple. CRACK! Again and the other is removed. Destiny continues to scream, her mind numb and dizzy from the pain he induces. CRACK! Before Destiny can recover Master Dusk deftly snaps his whip and removes the pins from her pussy lips. Destiny hangs limp and sobbing, knowing she must thank him again, but wondering if she has the strength.
Master Dusk watches Destiny, his latest slave, his body ready to devour hers. He has primed her well this evening. Placing his whip back on the table, he stands before her and removes the blindfold. Weak, aroused and full of pain Destiny lifts her eyes to look into those of Master Dusk. Tears sliding still from her eyes as she smiles weakly. "Thank you so much for using me, Master."
"Yes, my slut, you are such a delight to me and have served me well." Master Dusk wipes the tears from Destiny’s eyes and starts to lower her to the ground. She waits silently, grateful that soon he will release her. Her bare feet touch the stone floor of the chamber, cool and hard to the touch. Master Dusk moves quickly unlacing his leather trousers and stands behind Destiny. Her holes are ready for him; he has milked them well for his pleasure. Releasing his cock he growls deeply as he shoves it between her thighs, sliding back and forth between her, not penetrating yet, just tormenting her further.
Moaning deeply, waiting for Master Dusk’s cock, waiting to satisfy his lust for her, Destiny sighs as his hot shaft brushes in and out of her thighs, rubbing against her sore outer lips. Without warning Master Dusk shoves his thick tool all the way into her. Thrusting deeply, repeatedly, he reaches forward, grabbing her tender breasts, and begins to fuck his slut. He sinks his teeth deeply into the flesh of her back as he fucks her harder, faster, an animalistic instinct overtaking him. He tastes her salty blood instantly, knowing just how much she’s loving him biting her flesh. Her pussy clenching his cock, he slams into Destiny unrelentingly.
She bucks back into Master Dusk’s pounding cock, his animal like domination stirring her arousal. Destiny screams out as he bites her flesh all over, his nails tearing at her breasts and nipples as he impales her furiously with his rigid cock. Destiny swims in sweet torment and ecstasy as his slave.
Master Dusk growls once more, "That’s it slut, cum for me, cum!"
Destiny’s hazy mind barely registers Master Dusk’s words, lost as she is in a sea of sensation, lost in the distant realm of her own pleasure, but her body complies instantly causing Destiny to surrender herself as her orgasm takes shape, the new jolt of pain and pleasure pushing her over the top. Master Dusk pulls roughly on her hair, loving the frantic expression on Destiny’s face as her inner walls clench hungrily around his tool, clenching so tightly it feels as if she is trying to expel him from her depths, but the additional massage causes him to blow his hot steaming load deep inside her in an almost continuous stream, bathing her insides.
Her mind filled with the most carnal of thoughts, Destiny’s muscles repeatedly contract as her whole body shakes, Master Dusk’s cock pumping her more roughly with each frenzied thrust until he feels a squirt of hot liquid shoot over his cock and balls, closely followed by several more powerful squirts of fluid as Destiny shakes and screams violently throughout her orgasm. Wave after powerful wave of it tears through her being to her very soul, and her climax appears to be never ending, she just keeps coming and coming, her whole body awash with sweat and a level of desire she never believed actually existed until now.
Having taken his use of her for now, Master Dusk pulls himself free of her abused, sore pussy and lets Destiny fall to the floor, barely conscious, leaving her to stew in her own juices until he decides otherwise.
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