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  Lynda imagined Tiberius's cock teasing her and she gasped with delight. “Put it in,” she whispered.

  He pushed his cock inside her, working his way into her tight little hole with probing, aggressive strokes. Lynda had never felt such pleasure before. She was seized by it and it controlled her completely. Somewhere in the background, she heard the Torturer moan, a heavy animal sound filling his chest. The world melted away and Tiberius was there, pumping deep into her pussy, whispering lusty words into her ear.

  The pleasure was so intense, Lynda cried out. Her hips bucked up to meet his thrusts, her muscles milking his cock mercilessly. Soon his hands cupped her breasts, kneading them and pinching the nipples. Lynda opened her mouth and gulped at the air around her.

  The orgasm seized her in roll upon roll of ecstasy. She could hear her moans, loud and shameless driven by the pleasure that seized her. The sensation was so intense and consuming; her womb echoed the pleasure of her clit in warm tickling ripples.

  He orgasmed and pulled out taking his heat with him and Lynda felt very alone. She opened her eyes slowly and gave him a weary smile. “More please,” she said.

  "Sorry, dear,” the Torturer said, a light sheen of sweat covering his chest. “One is all you get."

  A moment later, he was gone.

  Chapter 7

  Tiberius sat in the darkness of his room thinking about Lynda. How fascinating to be bewitched by a woman who was proving herself just as brave as any soldier in his army. He looked out at the night's inky darkness. Should he have her brought to him to spend the night in his bed? Dare he trust himself not to give her pleasure until she yielded to his demand for obedience? He smiled at the discipline it had already taken to resist her.

  He got up and stalked over to the door. He opened it and leaned in the doorway. The guard maintained his stiff posture, but the hint of a grin curled his lips. Tiberius scowled. Was his desire for this woman so obvious?

  "My lord?” the guard said without turning his head.

  "Bring her to me,” he said. He closed the door softly and waited for her to arrive.

  A few minutes later, he heard the guard return. He thrust Lynda into his room, her wrists still bound in front of her. A sheer green gown had been tossed over her but hung open revealing the lush, hearty body beneath. Her eyes sparkled with rage.

  Lynda's felt her body stiffen. “Why have you brought me here? More torture? You're wasting your time,” she said.

  Tiberius sank into his favorite chair by the window and grinned. “What else would I have in mind?"

  "You're a swine and I hate you."

  He paused for a moment and appeared hurt. “That's your prerogative, but that attitude certainly won't hasten your release.” He gestured for her to approach him. “Come closer,” he said.

  She glared at him. “No."

  "It'll be worse for you if you make me come there and get you."

  "What will you do? Torture me some more?"

  He climbed out of his chair and moved toward her. His erection was strong and insistent. What a ferocious marvel she must be in bed, he thought. Stopping directly in front of her, he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you, my beauty?"

  She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. She brushed his cheekbone with her lips, and then moved down to give him a tender, brief kiss on the mouth. “Yes,” she said. “I want you to fuck me until I come."

  Tiberius raised his hand and touched her cheek. He stared into her eyes, losing himself in the crystal green. His heart pounded in his chest and his blood raced. He was so aroused, he felt as if he'd been bewitched. Without thinking, he claimed her mouth kissing her with a burning hunger that made him forget himself. He lifted his hands and found her round breasts, massaging and caressing them. She squirmed in delight against him.

  "Please take my handcuffs off, my lord,” she said, in a gentle whisper of a voice.

  He found it impossible to refuse her. Taking a key from his dresser, he unlocked her handcuffs, raising her wrists to kiss each one.

  She smiled at him. It was like the sun rising over the morning horizon and left him breathless. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back and pulling him into a decadent, lustful kiss. She moved her tongue deep into his mouth, caressing his and making him lightheaded with pounding lust. He had never experienced anything like this before. The desire he felt for her bordered on madness. He had to have her, to hell with her surrender.

  He picked her up in his arms enjoying the sturdy weight of her. Now here was a woman ready to love not some frail, dainty flower afraid of breaking a nail. He laid her on the bed and moved up over her, raining kisses down her neck and bosom. He was harder than he could ever remember being in his life.

  Lynda opened her legs for him and a hint of her perfumed sex caressed his nose. Reaching down, he ran his fingers through her pussy, its slick wetness driving him insane with need. He nestled his hips between her thighs and moved the swollen head through her delicate vaginal folds. She moaned and moved her hips up, inviting him to put his eager cock inside her pussy.

  He had only intended to tease her, to torture her again until she submitted to his will and pledge her loyalty to him, but things got out of hand. With mindless abandon, he plunged into her pussy and lost himself in the ecstasy of her willing body. Tiberius closed his eyes and surrendered to the intoxicating rush of pleasure. Deep within him he felt the hunger quickening and unfolding as her hands ran along his spine. Her tone was soothing, but her words were lost in the thick fog that filled his mind. The room seemed to feel hotter and smaller and he yearned just to let go. He inhaled deeply to sober himself.

  Her scent was the next sensation that overpowered him, musky and inviting. He felt his mind roll over into something darker and more primitive. Tight heat filled his abdomen but he held himself in check. She left a liquid line with her kisses everywhere they touched. His desire tore at him again and again. She drew in his pumping cock as deep as it would go.

  She moved her hips up to meet his thrusts as she pushed on his buttocks. Lost in his own pleasure and the magic of her hunger, he thrust harder and harder, driving into the deepest core of her until she froze and he felt the hard vaginal ripple of her orgasm.

  He felt his cock explode inside her, filling her with his seed. As he pumped the final orgasm out, she kissed him on the neck, and licked the sweat from his skin. He rolled off her and lay next to her panting. A few moments later, Lynda was breathing the deep, satisfied sleep of a cat.

  Tiberius watched her and felt his groin stir again. You won this round, little Major, but you won't win the next, he thought. Then he wrapped his arms around her, buried his face in her bosom and fell asleep too.

  Chapter 8

  The afternoon was dark and rainy. Tiberius rode his lizard mount into the barn, thinking the weather matched his mood. Riding up to the animal's stall, he dismounted. He stroked its long, scaled neck, and kissed its lizard-like head. It made a strange purring sound in response to his affection.

  Some grooms rushed over to help him take the saddle off, but he waved them away. He wasn't in the mood to be babied today. He made the creature comfortable, his thoughts wandering to Lynda. She was a difficult but courageous woman. The more she resisted him, the more he grew to like her.

  Someone approached the stall door and he looked up to see the Royal Torturer, Baron, leaning against the door. His mount pushed its head into Baron's hand to get a pat. Baron absently scratched its forehead.

  Baron was a tall, powerful man in his mid thirties with dark brown hair. An ugly scar crossed his right cheek, the result of a hunting accident several years ago. Tiberius hired him to train some of the more skittish women in the empire to enjoy sex to the fullest. Baron had become so good at his job that the position became permanent. Tiberius couldn't believe the passion Baron could usually awaken in women in just a few hours. He'd been surprised he'd been unsuccessful in breaking Lynda. But then, she was different from
other women.

  "I thought you'd be busy breaking in those new concubines for the nobles,” he said, peeling the saddle of his mount off and placing it on a stand. The animal seemed to sigh with relief. He tossed some fresh feed into its bin and it munched happily.

  "I was, but I wanted to talk to you about something."

  Tiberius stepped out of the stall and leaned against the wall. “What's on your mind?"

  Baron rubbed the back of his neck. He was nervous, an unusual emotion for such a confident man. “What are your plans for the Republican Major?"

  "I'm planning to break her, just like the others. Why?"

  Baron glanced outside the barn, and watched the sun peek out from the clouds for a moment, and before it was covered again. “I don't think you'll be able to, my lord. She'll only end up hating you for it."

  Tiberius suppressed a tinge of annoyance. He'd never seen Baron so interested in a woman before. Well this one was his. “Is that right? Well, I suggest you worry more about the noble's women and less about mine. I hope I'm making myself clear."

  "Very,” he said meeting Tiberius's piercing gaze. “I was just trying to save you some grief in the long run.” He turned and headed out of the barn. Just before he disappeared from view, Tiberius called after him.

  Baron turned around, folding his arms over his massive chest.

  Tiberius knew he was right about Lynda. But he couldn't give up on her, at least not just yet.

  "Thanks,” he said.

  Baron nodded then turned and headed for the Royal Palace.

  Chapter 9

  The garden path was narrow and gave off the sweet earthy smell of flowers and moss. Tiberius was just ahead of her illuminated by moonlight. Every few feet, he'd stop and turn around to make sure he hadn't lost her.

  He was dressed only in black pants and boots, leaving his chest bare. Under his right arm, he carried a blanket. Lynda found herself transfixed by the thick, broad muscles covering his back and shoulders. A sexual stirring filled her as she watched him. What were these strange and powerful feelings that possessed her when he was nearby?

  Sex she understood. Heaven knows she had had her fair share of lovers in her lifetime. Some had been good and some so bad she had shoved them off in mid sex and walked out. This thing she felt for Tiberius, however, was different.

  At first, she'd hated him for taking her freedom and trying to bend her to his will. But as time had passed, she found her feelings transforming. Now there was a powerful attraction that grew inside her every time he touched her.

  Lynda looked past him when she heard the pounding rush of water. In front of him, she saw the most beautiful waterfall ever created. It was a small one as waterfalls go, only dropping from about nine feet, but that made it all the more enchanting.

  The water fed a medium sized pond that was so clear; she could see the colorful fish swimming a few inches below the surface. Lush green plants and flowers finished the idyllic place, growing randomly around the bank.

  Lynda looked at him and smiled. “This place is amazing.” She took a few steps forward, crouched and touched her fingers to the water.

  He grinned and laid the blanket down by the water's edge. “I used to come here when I was younger and had fewer responsibilities.” He sat on the blanket and gestured for her to join him.

  A warm breeze tickled her skin. It reminded her of how little she had on. After a moment, she sat next to him.

  Running his fingers into her hair, he kissed her deeply. Lynda closed her eyes and let her mind drift. Every part of her wanted to surrender to him, but she couldn't lose this game.

  She broke the kiss and looked into his fiery, red eyes. “You'll never be able to seduce me into swearing my loyalty to you, Tiberius,” she said. “The only way you'll win my loyalty is if you release me."

  "I've never had anyone dare to defy me like you do. I'm almost enjoying it."

  Lynda shrugged and watched the waterfall. Then let me go you bastard, she thought. Watching the water soothed her and made her feel welcome here, despite their current disagreement.

  He nuzzled the back of her neck and dotted soft kisses behind her ear. The pleasure rolled down her skin arousing her pussy. He placed his lips against her ear. “Let's forget you're my prisoner for a while and just enjoy each other's company for the time being."

  Lynda felt her body burn for him, but she held her feelings in check. “Maybe it's easy for you to forget, Tiberius, but it not so easy for me. I'm not interested in you using me for your pleasure, only to deny me mine."

  He pulled back her robe and ran scorching kisses down her breasts. His breath came fast and hot on her skin. “I'll give you pleasure, my love,” he promised, his voice thick with wanting. “I'll give you all the pleasure you could want. Now, please kiss me."

  Chapter 10

  The dining room was a long, lavish room decorated with rich red and gold drapes and a dark wood triangular table. The table was bare except for a thin padded covering by the head of the table and a small decorative pillow. Tiberius led her forward and positioned her by the head of the table. There were no place settings, and Lynda wondered what new form of mischief this was going to be.

  She looked at him and pulled her sheer green robe closer around her breasts. “Now what?” she said.

  He gave her a devilish smile. “We're going to have dinner together."

  Lynda noted the lack of silverware or place settings. “Where shall I sit?"

  Tiberius gestured to the long padded mat on top of the table. “Your place is right here. Climb up on the table if you please Lynda."

  Lynda folded her arms. “I'm not going up there,” she said.

  He moved closer to her, his eyes turning dark and dangerous. “Are you willing to call this little contest off? Will you swear allegiance to me?"

  "No."

  "Then I suggest you get up on the table like a good girl or I'll turn you over to my harem, and I guarantee you'll dislike that experience more."

  He stared down at her lips. Licking his own, he leaned down to kiss her. She turned her face away and climbed up onto the table. “Fine, here I am,” she said.

  He pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. “Lay down,” he said in a smoky voice. She could feel him roaming her body with his eyes and it warmed her skin. She relaxed and felt the familiar stirring in her pussy.

  She heard the pantry doors open and the smell of meat filled the air. Lynda looked up at the ceiling and marveled at the detailed paintings. Several trays of food were placed on stands nearby. Lynda didn't look. She heard the servants leave and they were alone again.

  "Are you hungry, my love?” he said. He touched a thinly sliced piece of meat to her lips. Lynda closed her eyes and opened her mouth to take it. Her mouth burst with the warm, hearty flavor of prime rib. She chewed the meat slowly, savoring it.

  He leaned down over her and kissed her naked belly, running lazy circles around her navel with his tongue. He poured a little of the gravy on her stomach and immediately placed his mouth over the spot, licking and sucking it off her skin. Lynda felt the heat build in her cunt.

  With detached calm, he placed other items of his dinner on her belly and ate them off. Lynda shifted under the pleasure of his mouth's playful teasing. He ate slowly, taking his time to torment her until her pussy throbbed unbearably.

  Lynda ran her fingers through her hair, her groin aching. “Please don't do this to me, Tiberius,” she said in a soft voice.

  In response, he parted her legs, his eager lips finding the pulsing bud of her clit. Lynda almost came right there, but he stopped and let her cool down for a moment. Desperate for release, she reached down and found the slick bud with her fingers. He let out a low, dark laugh and seized her hands.

  She struggled against him. “If you don't let me come, I'll find someone here who will!"

  He seemed unfazed. “No one would dare touch you, my beauty. Everyone here knows you belong to me."

  Lynda glared at him. �
��I'll never belong to you."

  He laughed off her rage. “You already do, my love.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Lynda wanted to resist, to slap, and punch him until all her fury was spent but couldn't bring herself to do more than kiss him back. She reached down, touched the savage bulge in his pants, and rubbed it. His moan was muffled in her kiss and she knew she had him.

  Unfastening his pants, she freed his thick, long cock and ran her hands down the length of it. His kiss became hungrier, deeper. Lynda guided him between her legs, her pussy growing hot again at the prospect of him pumping his cock into her wet, eager flesh.

  Palming the shaft, she ran the mushroom tip through her wet folds. The music of his groan filled her ears. She loved him like this, lost in his own desire for her.

  He reached up and found her breasts, twisting and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Lynda closed her eyes and leaned her head back, guiding him inch by inch into her pussy.

  Then he filled her, stuffing himself to the hilt. Lynda felt her sex enfold him, her lust taking control of her in a way she had never known before. For the first time in her life, she felt the pure joy of unspoiled love. She opened her legs wider and he gripped her thighs, pumping himself into her with wild abandon. Reaching down, she found her clit and rubbed it in rhythm to his thrusts. She allowed her orgasm to explode inside her, bucking her hips up and milking his cock in wave upon wave of mind numbing pleasure.

  * * * *

  Tiberius was frowning when he escorted Lynda into the wizard's tower room. The room was spacious and round, cluttered with desks, wall charts of the galaxy and beakers filled with colored liquids.

  The wizard was a handsome man with bewitching violet eyes and shoulder length, blonde hair. He wore a midnight blue evening robe and, it appeared to Lynda, nothing more underneath.