Scene 1
She moved silently down the dark stairs, her customary chain armor left behind for this work. She would be in no danger. She paused as the room came into view, assuring all was arranged as she'd required. He stood chained between two heavy support beams, legs spread just beyond the width of his shoulders, arms stretched out to his sides at the level of those massive shoulders. This was a strong one. Good. She smiled and moved on into the room.
It was the sound of the whip coiled at her side, moving against her hip as she walked that alerted him to her presence. She saw his head come up as she moved around him to stand in front. He raked her form with his eyes, and they widened as they took in the whip and he realized what she must be. She smiled as the beginnings of true fear grew in his eyes, the pupils huge in the dim light. She walked around him, idly trailing her fingertips over his naked skin as she ducked under his arm, stepping over the chain at his ankle. His flesh shivered at her touch and he drew in a ragged breath, ribs expanding as her fingers traced them.
"I'll be telling you nothing, bitch!" he snarled, and she smiled, looking over his shoulder. He had stood here for some time alone, staring at the encrusted tools of the torturer's trade. The rack of iron implements near the low burning fire, the stretcher table, the iron form-fitting cage that would hold him still for his tormentor, all dark, stained, showing the signs of hard use. She didn't use such crude devices, but he had no way to know that.
"But pet, I haven't asked you anything." Her words whispered against the back of his ear, her lips brushing it as she stroked her hands softly down his sides, enjoying the smoothness of warm skin over hard, trembling muscle. She moved to the other ear, letting her breath trail over the back of his neck. He smelled of fear sweat, sour but intoxicating. "We shall have such fun, you and I."
"I'm not your Tyr be damned pet, woman. Kill me or torture me or whatever you're about and be done with it!" His nostrils flared as he worked himself into a rage to replace the fear he hated feeling.
She smiled again and trailed a hand down his back as she stepped away from him. Her chest was on the table behind him, as she'd instructed. She opened it and pulled out the vial of herbed oil. She pulled off her over-shirt, it was hard to get the oil out of the sleeves, she'd found, besides, he might enjoy the view of her scanty shift and bare arms. The sooner his focus changed, the more fun they could have.
She began at his shoulders, spreading the warm oil over his body with a light firm touch, covering his arms, his back the curves of his hips, and down his legs, watching the sheen of the lamp light on his glowing skin. The oil slowly soaked in and warmed, the herbs blended in it drawing his blood to the surface, heating his skin. He cursed her, yelled at her, threatened, then finally grew silent as nothing hurt him and her warm hands gliding over his body continued and his rage became glaringly out of place. Oh, he so wanted to be angry, this one. Such strength would feed her well.
"Aaah, that's better pet. You are lovely, you know. I'm enjoying my time with you already, but we've only just begun." She moved in front of him, smiling up at his angry, wary eyes, then releasing his gaze to wander over her own firm body as she began oiling his chest. Her fingers moved in slow, firm circles, spreading the oil. She took the time to massage his small nipples under her fingertips, catching them between two fingers for a moment, enough to give a slight squeeze before moving on, and saw his breath catch as she did. Down his belly and over his groin, avoiding his sex for now. She made sure his legs were coated well first, then remained crouched before him, smiling up at him.
Her hands slid up his inner thighs and spread the oil behind his scrotum and then over it, gently cupping and massaging his balls while he looked down at her. His cock twitched and he groaned.
"What in the name of Hel do you want from me, woman?" He tried to glare, not quite keeping the fierceness in his gaze as his member grew under her touch.
"Why pet. I want everything, of course." She smiled up at him, stroking his hardness in her oily fingers, then stood, releasing him and stepping behind him again. She watched over his shoulder as his eyes closed while he tried to figure out his situation. Her hand reached between his spread legs and smoothed more oil from behind his balls back, up the crease of his hard buttocks, over the tight pucker of his anal ring. She slipped a finger inside him, amused as his whole body tightened at the invasion, the ring of muscle squeezing around her finger.
"Woman! You've no business back there! Damn you to Niffleheim what do you be wanting with me?" His hips moved as he tried to pull away from her.
She slid her finger slowly in and out a few times. "Easy, pet, you will learn to enjoy this as well, in time. You'll enjoy it all, pleading with me for more, even as you beg me to stop." Her finger slipped out and she moved back, leaning against the table, cleaning her hands on a solvent soaked rag as she watched him. A soft sheen of sweat overlaid the glow of the oil as it warmed his skin. His male organs must be a center of heat by now, and his ass would soon be burning as well. She waited.
"Damn you, woman. I'll not beg anything of you. You're insane! What do you want with this stroking and petting, I tell you, I'm not your damned pet!" He shifted his weight, trying the chains, restless as the heat built, his hips shifting despite himself.
She waited a few more minutes while he cursed and moved despite himself in the chains, then moved up behind him, sliding her hands around his waist, pressing to his back, her hips against his ass. "It feels good, doesn't it pet? All that warmth, and my hands on you." She slid her fingers around his semi-erect member and slowly stroked it. Her other hand cupped his balls and fingertips moved behind them. "So warm, so good. You are a lovely man, pet. I intend to enjoy you very much. I know you will enjoy yourself, too. Relax pet, let me take you to your pleasure"
She held him against her with her arms while her hands stroked him. Her hips against his butt pushed him forward into her grip with each stroke, her body pressed to his back. Each time he opened his eyes he saw only the dark bloody iron machines before him. When he closed them, he felt only the pleasure of her touch. She felt the tension in his body change and opened her magic, sipping gently at his life. The delicious rush filled her, flavored with fear and anger and lust. She smiled as he spasmed in her arms and came, sipping delicately at the energy that was his self. Oh yes, this one would feed her well, given time.
He sagged in his chains, breathing harshly, and she let him go. Donning her overshirt once more, and closing her trunk, locking it, she went up the stairs without another glance at him, though she felt his eyes on her. "Take him to his cell and feed him, give him water. Bring him back here in two hours," she told the guards as she passed. "And I had better not find a bruise on him when I return. His pain is mine, along with his life." She stared at the smirking guards until they paled and looked away, remembering what she was.
Scene 2
She watched him tense as she descended the stairs to him once more and smiled. He'd had time to think about what happened, to feel guilt in the pleasure he had found in his captivity. His rage had grown apace, his defense, futile though it was. She tasted it in the air, tempting her magic, tempting her to drain him. Not yet. She was interested in so much more from him.
"Bitch. You'll get nothing from me. I've no need for the depravities you offer. Go away." He snarled, his face a mask of anger, and if he had but known it, the seeds of despair. She smiled happily up at him.
"You are such a strong, lovely man. Shall we begin?" She looked him over, his oiled body marred now with the dust of the fortress and his own sweat. She moved to the water heating at the fire by her order, and filled the basin set nearby. Then she bathed him. Slowly, following the same pattern she had when applying the oil, she removed it from him, heated water sluicing down his body, running along the ridges of his muscled form. He ranted at her, cursing her while she enjoyed touching him, running her hands over him, breathing in the clean scent that emerged from the grime.
She filled the basin with fresh water, hot from the fire, before washing his groin. She crouched to one knee before him and washed him slowly, thoroughly, keeping the soft rag hot in the water. She let him look down on her there before him, never glancing up, never disturbing the view she wanted him to take in. She heard his breathing hoarsen as his member grew in her touch, swelling if not reaching full erection yet.
He was silent as she put aside the basin and fetched the oil, only his breath and the slight sounds of her movements filling the stone room as the lamps flickered on the walls. She retrieved the oil from her box and rubbed it over his ass, moving in front and kneeling once more to stroke it over his scrotum and member. It became hard in her hands this time, and she kept her face down as her smile spread, listening to his low, anguished moan as his body betrayed him. She ran her hands slowly over him, her light grip sliding up his length and back. The fingers of the other hand slid behind his scrotum, massaging his balls.
She listened as his breath grew faster, still doing nothing to interfere with his gaze on her kneeling at his feet. Let him build the illusion in his mind as she knelt before him. He would soon know better, when it was too late. Her hand moved firmly on him, the oil heating, his erection swelling hard in her grip. She felt the tension begin to grow in him and her off hand slipped back, fingers stroking between his legs. One teased the round ring of his anus and he tensed. Her stroking on his cock didn't pause as he whispered, "No."
