~If anyone really wants to know what happened between the end of chapter 3 and now, please tell me and I'll see about writing it, but otherwise you'll only get what Saber recalls in this chapter.~
A small groan escaped my lips as I slowly regained consciousness, my whole body in agony. Once my mind cleared a little it wasn't that hard to figure out why, either. I must have royally pissed someone off, for I woke to find myself blindfolded and strapped to a rather uncomfortable chair that kept me completely immobile. The blindfold was tightened to a painful degree, straps across my chest kept several apparently broken ribs pressing painfully against my lungs, my arms were strapped to the arms of the chair, as were my legs- one of which I noted had been forced to heal improperly...
Shame I couldn't remember what the hell I did last night, but I'm not too keen on finding out either. However, I did remember literally running into Sekka after managing an escape... I believe he broke my neck shortly after that, but I can't be sure, it was all really fuzzy; I can't blame him if he did though, since I did get that nut shot off when we first 'met'. An all too familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts and elicited another groan, god how I hated that woman.
"Morning, sleepy-head; you have a busy time ahead of you. And I don't think you're gonna like it."
Once more she was purring, but the threat in her voice was enough to make my blood run cold. Actually, now that I thought about it, it was rather cold. The fact that I was sitting stark naked in a metal chair didn't make things any better. She ran a warm hand along my abs, tracing the shape of my muscles, causing me to shiver whenever she moved her hand. It was most defiantly cold in here. She chuckled and pushed on my chest just enough to elicit a cry of pain from me.
"You're so damn sexy when you're in pain."
I couldn't help but snarl a few harsh and foul words at her, and was rewarded with a lash to the face. I clenched my jaw, wishing I could see her so I could glare more efficiently... Her warm breath heated my ear and neck as she purred in my ear, causing me to shiver once more.
"What's the matter, my pet? Are you uncomfortable, cold? Here, let me warm you up."
She continued to purr, and I felt her whipcord tail lash across my chest, taking care not to hit my ribs. She continued with this several times, each time leaving a bright red mark that faded within seconds. It was a few minutes before she moved on to my calves, then onto my thighs. Each lashing caused my thighs to twitch and flinch, before she snaked it teasingly across my cock. As she continued this lashing and caressing pattern, I felt my cock start to harden even with the cold.
"It seems someone's enjoying this little punishment, aren't they? Perhaps I should do something about that... I will most defiantly have to do something about that foul mouth of yours."
Next thing I knew her hands were on my thighs, the heels of her palms rather close to my half-erection, and her lips met mine. She kissed me with such passion that I regret to admit I actually let myself get lost in. It was only seconds after she kissed me that I in all my bound glory, started to kiss back, and loved it. I only hesitated to open my mouth to her once, and her tongue slid over mine before flicking the roof of my mouth. I groaned softly into her lips and tried to move to deepen it when a flash of pain reminded me of the situation I was in.
That said, it didn't mean I wanted the kiss to end, I was enjoying it too much. So naturally the first thing I go to do when she stopped was go to complain, and promptly had a ball gag stuffed in my mouth. My muffled complaints and curses only served to make me even more irritable. No longer able to voice my complaints as she continued to strike and tease me, and unable to really move without inflicting more pain upon myself, I simply resorted to letting the gag muffle my never ending stream of curses and insults.
Once she had me at a full erection she stopped, leaving me momentarily confused, before her tongue flicked the tip of my cock. At that point my breathing had gotten a little uneven, and much more ragged as she proceeded to suckle at the head; while one hand pumped my shaft, the other played with my balls, and her tongue swirled around the tip. I groaned some, trying in vain to move, the pleasure she was bringing about unrealistic. I groaned even louder as she started to take more of me into her mouth, licking and humming as she made her way to my crotch, swallowing so that she could take the last few inches.
I must admit that it felt divine, as if my slightly muffled groans of pleasure didn't make that clear. She continued to lick and tease me until I was just moments away from climax then she stopped and backed off, leaving my cock wet with spit and my balls wanting release. I made a rather displeased sound and was rewarded with her laughter.
