Chapter 81: A Feylord’s Revenge

And, in that minute, the ball-gag disappeared, Tl'oghk'etnaeyen’s arms came out from underneath him, and the feylord was sitting up, rolling her off of him, pushing her down to the sand, grabbing her wrists, trapping her with his bigger body. “Oh really,” he said, his sparkling green eyes only inches from her own. “You really think you’re gonna get away with that. Really.”

Shannon was startled at how he now easily overpowered her, her vampire strength from before completely disappearing as if it had never been. Now he loomed over her, his big body pressed against hers, that rock hard shaft now tight against the apex of her legs. Ooooh shit, she thought, her words suddenly failing her as she realized just how badly she’d fucked up.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” The feylord moved over her, lifting his hands from her forearms, but her arms nonetheless somehow remained pinned, tied to something overhead… Shannon’s heartbeat quickened as she realized that, while hers were somehow still trapped, his hands were now free to roam the rest of her body, and he was making use of it, reaching for her corset.

“So I guess it’s time I make something clear to you, little queen,” the feylord said, as she craned her neck to see a massive eye-bolts sticking out of the sand that had not been there before, which her wrists were now thoroughly bound to by a fine hemp rope. When she jerked her gaze back to his face, eyes wide, the feylord teasingly tugged the string dangling from the corset’s bow-knot. “There are consequences for every action,” he said calmly. “In science, they call it Newton’s Third Law. In Buddhism, they call it Karma.” He grinned at her and leaned down to brush his lips against her ear and whisper. “Me? I call it justice.”

Shannon gulped as he straightened over her to once more look her in the eyes. “Um.”

Still straddling her, his hand slowly started to undo the laces of her corset.

Heart pounding, Shannon blurted, “Oh shit, I just—”

“Oh?” he asked. “You just what? Just tortured me for like twenty minutes, never intending to let me find release?”

“Um,” she whimpered.

“Speak up,” he commanded, giving the string a threatening tug. Then, around a dangerous grin, he added, “Slave.”

And, no sooner did he say it than a leather collar appeared around her throat, padlocked in place. A little thrill rushed through her at the feeling, and she had to struggle get her sudden thundering heartbeat under control.

“You’re in my world,” he told her. “I can do anything to you here.” He held out a hand and a ball gag appeared in it. He held out another one and showed her a vibrator. He examined it a moment before returning his gaze to her face. “Anything.”

Seeing that, Shannon blurted, “Oh fuck…”

“And now you’re starting to get the picture,” he said, grinning. He lowered the vibrator to the sand and laid the ball-gag down on her chest, tucked between the swell of her breasts. Patting the gag, he said, “We’ll just leave that right there, just in case.”

“Just in case of wha—”

He touched her lips with a big, warm finger, his eyes alive with mischief. Shannon swallowed, hard.

“So,” he said looking her over and seeming to deliberate. “What should we do first?” He twisted to give her a playful look. “You ticklish?”

Shannon’s breath caught. “Don’t you dar—”

At the quirk of his brow and the way his eyes dropped to the gag, however, she bit off the rest.

“Wise decision,” he noted. “Besides, since I can do anything—he tugged her corset again—you aren’t really in a position to bargain.”

“I’m gonna wake up eventually,” Shannon blurted. “And when I do, I’m gonna—”

He sighed. “Ball-gag it is…”

“No!” she cried, swallowing hard. “I’ll…uh…be quiet.”

Tl'oghk'etnaeyen, who was already reaching for the red rubber ball, hesitated and raised a single emerald brow at her. “You sure?”

Biting her lip, she nodded.

“Things might get…interesting…” he warned. “And every time you speak without permission from now on, I’m going to make you cum for the offense.”

Shannon’s eyes went wide and her heart started hammering so wildly she couldn’t hear herself think.

“Now that we’re on the same wavelength, slave,” the feylord said, as his hand fidgeted with the bow keeping her breasts hidden, “I’ll give you three choices as recompense for you torturing me just now. First choice, I take off my shirt. Second choice, I take off your shirt. Third choice, I force you to cum until I get bored. Pick one.” And then, at her prolonged, red-faced silence, he cocked his head and belatedly added, “You may speak.”

Shannon immediately blurted in an open-jawed rush, “Those aren’t choices!!”

Completely serious, he said, “After what you did to me? Those are your choices if you want to get outta here. Slave.”

“Not fair!” she cried.

“Oh, look who just said something without permission?” Even as his face was twisting with naughty glee, he began, “Slave, I want you to—”

“I’ll be quiet!” she blurted, desperately trying to slide away from him despite the way his body pinned her down and her wrists were bound over her head. Desperately, she babbled, “I’ll be quiet.”

Tl'oghk'etnaeyen scanned her face, debating, obviously enjoying himself. Then, mercifully, he said, “So what’s your choice?”

Her brain stumbled over the three choices he had offered her, stuttering as she realized there was no way out, and she had to choose.

“Not fair,” she whispered, begging him to see that he was being unreasonable.

Tl'oghk'etnaeyen’s mouth dropped open. “Not fair?” He laughed. “Obviously you don’t understand the meaning of that word. Slave. Now pick one, before I pick for you.” He started tugging gently on the laces between her breasts, tucking his fingers under them and pulling gently. “This is probably what I’d pick.” He winked at her. “Then again, I’m biased.”

Shannon swallowed hard, knowing, deep down, that she was utterly and completely screwed. She was trapped in a mind-world playing a mind-game with a mind-magus. She was fucked. Utterly fucked.

“Indeed,” he said, flicking the laces of her corset again, this time daring her to say something about it. “Then again, most people would’ve thought about that before they spent twenty minutes denying me…” He traced a big hand up between her breasts, then moved to one side, doing lazy spirals on the leather and swell of her breast.

Gotta regain control, she babbled to herself, a mental mantra. “I think it’s time to go back.”

“Nope, my turn,” he said idly. “So what color are your nipples, vampire? The rest of you is so pale…” His finger tucked under the cup of her bodice, tugging just enough to make her freeze. Then he paused, waiting.

Realizing just how fucked she really was, Shannon felt a little part of her surrender. “I have to pick one?” she squeaked.

He started tracing his finger back down the laces between her breasts, looking somewhat distracted. “Mmmhmmm.”

The next minute as Shannon agonized over her choices and tried to decide between them was a form of torture in itself. If she chose her shirt, it wouldn’t be as scary as seeing him naked, but it would expose her in a way that she’d never been exposed to a man before. But if she chose his shirt, she could see everything that had fascinated her only moments earlier…while having to face the fear of seeing him naked and the unwelcome rush of subconscious memories that would flood into her mind. Or she could choose to orgasm, which she’d always wondered what would be like at a man’s hands, but to put herself in that position, to let him touch her, as long as he wanted…

“You’re awfully silent there, slave,” he said, giving her a playful grin as he tugged on the knot to her laces again. “Is that you telling me you want me to choose for you?” He continued pulling back slowly, the knot binding her breasts out of sight loosening…

“Orgasm,” Shannon blurted.

His fingers froze on the laces of her corset. Slowly, his eyes slid back up her chest to her face.

Too late, Shannon realized what she said. “I mean, maybe you should just—”

His warm finger pressed against her lips stopped her. “You said orgasm.”

And then he was moving over her, sliding down her body, forcing her ankles apart. Shannon gasped when she realized what he was doing and tried to close her legs, but even as she did, she found something was holding them in place, and when she looked, her ankles, too, were roped off to eye-bolts in the sand, spreading her legs wide, giving him complete access.

“Oh my gawd,” Shannon whimpered, heart pounding totally out of control as she realized what he was about to do to her. “Oh gawd.”

The feylord hesitated, head and upper torso hovering over her pelvis as he held himself above her. “You okay?”

Shannon swallowed hard. “I…” She was trying not to hyperventilate.

“We can stop any time you want,” the feylord said. He propped himself up over her on his elbows, laying his lower body down between her legs as he examined her face. “Just say the word.”

“Okay, then, I think—” Shannon started, beginning to tell him to do just that.

“Of course,” he interrupted, eyes twinkling with amusement, “it proves you’re a chickenshit.”

Shannon’s mouth fell open. “Chicken?” She jerked her bound wrists and ankles. “You’ve got me tied up. I’m helpless.”

“You told me that’s what you like.” He dropped to the sand beside her, one elbow holding up his head. “Oh, and you just spent like twenty minutes alternating between groping me and threatening to crush my family jewels…quite convincingly…while my hands were locked behind my back.” He grinned. “And the whole time, you were gripping my cock, keeping me on the verge of cumming for like twenty minutes, while I couldn’t say shit.”

Gawd, she was a chicken. This wasn’t even real…

When Shannon couldn’t form a response, the feylord sighed and sat up. “I guess I was asking too much. You are young, after all, and haven’t had a chance to fully embrace the pleasures of not being in control.” He reached for her ankle.

“Don’t you dare!” she cried.

Tl'oghk'etnaeyen froze, looking a bit baffled. “I was gonna free you.”

“I know what you were doing,” she gritted.

Giving her a confused look, he nonetheless pulled his hand away from her ankle. “And?”

“And just let me think about this for a minute.”

He sat back, looking amused. “Generally, a kidnapper with dubious intent doesn’t just sit back and wait for his abductee to decide whether or not to be abducted.”

“Shut up or I’ll gag you again.”

He raised a brow, but shut up.

And there, bound and helpless in a mind-world not of her own making, Shannon began crunching the pros and cons in her head. Pro: None of it was real, so she could maintain her dignity and virginity in the real world. Con: She was a virgin and she had no idea what to expect, and whatever he was about to do to her might scar her for life. Pro: She’d always fantasized about this very thing, and being trapped, spread-eagled, was creating a delicious heat between her legs. Con: She had no way to stop him if he went over the line, aside from his word. Pro: It would probably be a lot of fun to have him touch her. Con: He could do anything he wanted to her, literally anything. Which was terrifying.

She was halfway through deciding the pros were generally outweighing the cons when Tl'oghk'etnaeyen yawned and said, “Orgasm for me, slave.”

Shannon’s eyes went wide even as she was overtaken by a sudden, startling rush of heat in her groin that, in heartbeats, built to a sudden inexorable pressure in her groin that overflowed to a delicious tipping point. She fell into an uncontrollable spasm as that red-hot heat in her groin shot up her spine in wave after shuddering wave of undiluted pleasure that took over her entire being.

“Oh…my…” she gasped, her body contorting, straining against the ropes until her muscles hurt from the intensity of the convulsions, “…gawd!”

Just as her body started to relax, allowing her to breathe, Tl'oghk'etnaeyen gave a sly grin and said, “And again, please.”

“Noo—” Shannon cried out as her body flexed again, of its own accord, and those horrible waves of pleasure returned, making her spine arc as her body responded. Once she could finally breathe, she gasped, “You said once!”

The feylord’s answer was the look of a smug cat. “I never said once.” He crawled back over her until his body was positioned over hers, his arms and legs straddling her, then lowered himself back on top of her, the hard length of his cock almost painfully digging into her groin. Brushing sweaty hair out of her face, he said, “I said until I got bored.”

Seeing the demonic look in his eyes, Shannon froze. “Don’t you dare.”

His eyes twinkled as he said, “What are you gonna do to stop me?”

Her mouth fell open. “I—”

“Cum again, slave. Harder this time.”

“Oh ffuuu—” she gasped, then her ribs seized and she couldn’t finish as the pleasure immediately washed through her, taking her by storm. “Unnnghhh,” Shannon whimpered, as her body uncontrollably climaxed again, straining against the ropes, against his body, against the hardness pressing into her groin.

When she regained control, she found him watching her motionlessly from above, soaking in her pleasure with a gentle smile. “Had enough?”

Panting, Shannon nodded.

The slow smile that spread across his face was horrifying. “Tough. Cum again, please. Even harder. I want to feel you lift me off the ground.”

“Oh my gaw—” But then Shannon completely lost control, her body totally taking on a mind of its own as the pleasure rushed through her. She felt her core clench against her will, tearing her apart, her shivering, sweaty body completely succumbing to the magic of the mind-magus’s command.

When it was over, she just stared up at him breathlessly, unable to move or form a single sentence.

“Hmm,” he said, with a slight frown, like someone analyzing a performance. “Better, but could use improvement. I don’t feel like you’re putting enough effort into it. Slave, cum until—”

“Wait!” Shannon cried, panic making her limbs responsive once more. She desperately tried to slide out from under him, but was brought short by the ropes on her ankles. “Please,” she babbled, “I can’t do it again, please!”

His lips stretched in an amused smile. “—you pass out,” he finished.

The sudden heat and the inescapable explosion that followed left her completely overwhelmed, and no amount of straining or struggle could get it to stop as the convulsions started…and then kept going. And going. “Mercy!” she begged, thrashing under him. “Please!” She couldn’t take any more. Her heart, her trembling muscles— She knew it would kill her. “Please mercy,” she gasped as she shuddered, awash in the horrible pleasure.

“Hmmm,” Tl'oghk'etnaeyen said, considering, as he continued to pin her down, forcing her to strain against him. “No. Keep going.”

And she did, because she had to. Somewhere in the haze of pleasure-pain that followed, she babbled, begged, and screamed. When it was over—she didn’t know it was over until she realized she was blinking up at him, dazed—she was panting, her breaths ragged and harsh in her chest. When their eyes met again, Shannon felt an unbidden wave of awe, even respect.

“Now we’re even,” he said, kissing her forehead. Then, instead of sitting up, the feylord further leaned down to touch her ear with his lips, as she had only minutes before. “And just for the record,” he whispered against her earlobe, “next time you choose orgasm, I’ll use something other than my voice to make you cum.”

Trapped under his hard body, Shannon whimpered at the heat his threat automatically produced in her core, an unconscious memory of what he had done to her, spiking her heartbeat until it was a thunder in her ears.

“Until then,” Tl'oghk'etnaeyen said, his voice shifting as he sat up and cheerfully patted her cheek, “Let’s go find out what our very big, very stupid friend is doing in the real world before someone realizes we’re asleep and draws beards and penises on our faces in Sharpie, eh?”

Still adrift in that delirious haze of pleasure, feeling totally open and relaxed to him, Shannon found she could only nod, still in awe.

Tl'oghk'etnaeyen smiled, a genuine, happy smile, and reached up to touch her temple…