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Her body flushed at the thrill of knowing that she was at last where she knew that she wanted to be. She relished the sensations that coursed through her body. She liked feeling the strain in her wrists as she pulled against the weight of the bucket. She could even feel the change in pressure around her wrists as efforts made the bucket sway back and forth in mid air. The cold metal of the shackles against the skin of her ankles just fed the hunger that had driven err into the darkness. The moisture of her juices as they started to once again leak from her sex, and trickle down her leg.
Her only companion in the darkness was the sound of water dripping from the wall and the sound of her breathing. The silence amplified what little them and made their constant rhythmic cycles almost hypnotic.
In time, the thrill of her return to captivity diminished and her mind began to fight with her desires. She started to wonder what would happen if he did not come to find her soon. Her fingers tips began to fall asleep and a tingling sensation began to emerge. It forced her to try and move them to restore circulation, but the efforts only seemed to make it worse. The muscles in her legs began to cramp from the strain of being in one place, and tears once again returned to her eyes.
What would happen if he returned only to release her and send her back to the life she had known before? Everything began to blur together as the hypnotic rhythms droned on and her mind lost itself in what if’s, and possibilities. She started to think that she was losing her mind.
She began to talk to her self out load. Her voice, at first, was a welcome change. It sounded load and unsure to her. She decided to give the dripping sound a name but the only name that she could think of was Splash. She would talk to Splash and ask him questions but his answers only annoyed her so she told him that she would not talk to him anymore. Still he babbled on.
Lost in the timeless darkness she began to drift in and out of sleep. Images played themselves out in her mind. She would never know if they were real or just dreams, not even latter as she looked back on her life. It was from that drifting darkness of awake and not that she snapped fully awake and alert.
She did not know why. She could not remember anything waking her. She instantly became aware of the aching of the muscles from hr toes to her wrists and the numbness of her fingers. She once again felt the chill of the stone room, and became aware of how exposed she was. The cool air chilled her completely now. Goose bumps covered her body and her nipples became hard once again.
She found herself cold, alone, and miserable. This was not what she had hoped to find in the darkness. She started to call out to Antonio, and crying for help. She thought that some how some one would hear her and find her. Even as the thought passed through her mind she knew it would not happen. She cried out in the darkness anyway.
Her desperation began to fill her and her mind began to spin into the darkness of its own thoughts once again.
“What do you want sweet Maggie?” the words where unreal. The words were a trick of her mind, but it sounded like him. It sounded like Sir. She so desperately wanted it to be him.
“I want to be your slave. I want you. I want what ever you want from me.
Oh God, I’ve gone mad! I’ve gone completely mad.”
“Why are you here?” The voice became her everything as it returned to her once again. This time it was different stronger but farther away.
Her mind began to hope and the passions that it had fought away began to surge through her again. This time they were stronger, and the painful aching in her body became a fire that sweep down to her exposed sex.
“Please tell me you’re real! Please tell me you’ve found me at last!” She begged and made all of her body listen for the voice in her head. She forced the very core of her being to listen for its answer.
“Why are you here?”
“Yes!” She screamed! Unsure if the scream was out loud or only in her mind. It did not matter for she new the answer. He was there with her. He found her in the darkness and that was what mattered. The voice had moved, had changed again, but now she felt him! She felt his presence with her in the dungeon. It was not her imagination. She was not mad. He was real and he hand found her! The thoughts repeated themselves in her mind.
The voice returned to her again this time clear and even stronger as it demanded an answer. “Why are you here?”
Maggie forced herself to stop. She forced herself to breath, and tried to quail the trembling in her voice.
“I didn’t know where else to go. I was alone and felt lost and this was the only place I could think to go.”
“Why bind yourself this way?”
“Tears and more tears, she would never remember crying more, and more passionately as she did at that moment.”
“I don’t know.” Her words came in gasps. ”I just needed it. Hoping that… that...“
“That I would accept you, accept you as your gift to me unconditionally without demand or thought of consequence.” She could feel him. Even in the darkness without even a single touch or sound as evidence, she knew.
A whimpering yes was all that could manage. Everything lost in his words, and her bodies wants.
His hand reached out and pushed the hair away from her shoulder, before it started to trace a line down her back. His fingers spread and followed her every curve and crease. She felt its movement with all of her being as they brought with them a fire that moved from them to her heart, her nipples, and her sex.
She had found it again in the darkness the abyss, the edge that she craved with all her being to fall from again. It drew closer as his fingers moved over the roundness of her ass and began to trace the folds of her wet sex.
“Are you ready sweet Maggie? The voice returned the voice that had such power over her.
Her answer a moan more then a word but one that he understood completely. His fingers surged into her sex, only to withdraw as quickly. She screamed again in desperation, and began to beg for their return.
The fingers now covered in her juices began to trace the outline of her asshole. She began to try to push against them desperate for his touch. They disappeared again as she screamed and begged not knowing what she was saying as she fought for breath.
“Are you ready?” The voice filled with a hunger of its own demanding her even as she felt lost with her self.
“Please oh God please, please.” She began to beg desperately hoping that the answer would be enough.
He moved behind her as he used her own juices to lubricate his cock. His needs demanded He act.
“Cum for me!” he demanded. His voice was nothing more a lust-filled growl as he pressed his cock against her asshole and forced it into her tight depths.
The pain was blinding as his cock forced itself into the depths of her bowels. Blinding as it became a surge that threw her headlong over the abyss into the blinding whiteness that now called her back.
He continued to drive into her unable to stop or prolong his own drive into the blinding whiteness of his own bliss. He grabbed hold of her full breasts and drove into her one last time as he pulled himself into her depths and held himself there. He filled her depths with his cum as he continued to hold himself to her. His body trembling and shacking as the after shock of his passions washed over him. His body falling forward until it rested on her back and pressed her breasts against the hardness of the wooden table.
They stayed that way while each rode the waves of pleasure. When he regained his composure and strength, he pulled his manhood from her and put moved to the front of the table to release her bound wrists. She moaned softly as the blood retuned to her fingers but she had already let the light and sleep reclaim her.
He released her ankles from the shackles that held her and lifted her into his arms. He smiled a deep and satisfied smile as he carried her back to his room. He moved cautiously through the secret hallway that led to the door behind his bed. He laid Maggie on the bed and gently removed the blind fold before returning to the dungeon to douse the torches and close door to the secret entrance.
His mind was flooded with thoughts. He left the dungeon to walk the estate. Each step a personal quest to understand the events of the past few days and explore the depths of their possibilities. He knew what had to happen, but he also knew what he wanted to have happen and the two could not be reconciled.
He walked past the stables oblivious to the marks in the dirt. The following day the marks would be gone.
He returned to his bedroom by the light of the moon. He still didn’t know where this road would take them but for the first time since he became a slave he was content and even happy. He crawled into bed next to Maggie and gently kissed her forehead as she slept. He pulled the covers over them both and laid his head on the pillow.
“I accept your gift Sweet Madeline.” He whispered as he closed his eyes and let his own dreams overtake him.
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