The Medici Queen

by Emily Bex

She followed him through the tunnels as they rounded the final corner and approached a large wooden door. He stood with his hand on the door knob until she had caught up with him, so she’d have a clear view of the room. He opened the door wide and reached his arm in and switched on the light. The room was revealed in a soft red glow.

  “Welcome to paradise, baby girl.”

  As he swung the door open wide, Rissa saw a playroom full of toys, she stepped inside, looking about, trying to take in everything. Walking to the wall, she ran her hands over the old leather whips, hardened over time. The tables were old but conveniently fixed with chains and probes. A true paradise that looked like it was made for them. She looked at him, the smile on her face saying everything. ”Oh yes, daddy, baby girl loves this room!”

  He closed his eyes and puts his hands on his hips and issued a heavy sigh. “First of all, I didn’t give you permission to enter. I expected more from you, so let's go back to basics, shall we. Master, I am master from now on, until you earn the right to call me daddy. Now remove your robe and get your ass on that table. Hands and knees.”

  She quickly disrobed and sat on the table, swinging her legs under her and getting on her hands and knees, letting her head hang down. She didn’t speak, but she knew she’d pissed him off already, and was determined to please.

  Alec grasped a handful of her hair and yanked hard, pulling her head back, so she could see his face. He kissed her hard, pressing his lips against hers, so her lips were pinned against his teeth, bruising her. He yanked her head back further to release the kiss, then tossed her head forward, releasing her hair. He ran his hand down her back, following the curve of her spine, over her ass, down the backs of her thighs and across her calves until he reached her feet. He ran the backs of his hands across the soles of her feet. He shackled her wrists and ankles to the table and then ran his hand across the soles of her feet once more before striking her feet with a thin hard plastic rod. He watched as she flinched in response to the pain.

  Rissa curled her toes in response to the strike, but she wanted more, as the pain quickly subsided. She waited for the next exhilarating moment when he would strike her.

  “My darling, I did say you couldn’t speak unless spoken to. However, please feel free to scream at any point. Not that I will stop, mind you. But you may find it a release for the pain, the louder the better. Your screams excite me.” And with that, he lashed out harder across the bottoms of her feet, striking that tender flesh again and again, as the memories of this room flooded over him.

  She felt his beast emerge as he struck her harder with each lash. Each strike sent pain screaming up her ankles. They had spent many a night in this type of game play, but there was something different about tonight. This wasn’t just the beast come out to play, but something darker and deeper than she’d ever seen before. He didn’t stop and she cried out suddenly. His strikes were deep and she felt the blood running between her toes. She felt each lash drop like fire onto her feet and she screamed again and again, the sound echoing off the walls. She growled as her beast emerged, ready to tangle with him. Her screams were so loud it deafened her, no longer feeling pleasure, only agonizing pain.

  Her screams excited him as he struck harder and watched her skin split open, the blood oozing between her toes and onto the table. He dropped the rod and leaned over her feet and ran his tongue over the wounds he’d created. As he licked away the blood, he watched her skin heal and heard her quiet sobs. He walked to the head of the table where he removed the shackles on her wrists and pulled her upright onto her knees as he pulled her arms behind her back, securing them with rope. He tossed the rope over a crossbeam in the ceiling, grabbing the lose end and pulling tight, watching as her torso was lifted and supported by her arms.

  Rissa screamed out as she felt her shoulder joints pulled to their limits, but the burning was like a lover’s kiss and she reveled in it.

  Alec walked along the back wall. So many toys, he hardly knew where to begin. He left her suspended by her arms, as he sought what he was looking for. Picking things up, he remembered the last time he used them before replacing them back in their place. He picked up the nipple clamps and took them back to the table. Her head was bowed, and her hair hung around her face.

  "Head up," he barked at her, and she lifted her head obediently. He placed a clamp on each nipple, adjusted it to its maximal tightness and watched as she gritted her teeth. “Now tell me that feels good.”

  Rissa was picking up on his thoughts, and realized he’d been here before. She could feel the memories flooding through him. She almost whimpered thinking he was remembering another lover he may have brought such pleasure to and it almost broke her. But she reminded herself he chose her.

  He pulled the attached chain between the two nipple clamps up and toward him with one finger, stretching her nipples to a painful point. “Yes, master, this feels so good.” She let out a moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure and watched the wicked smirk slide across his face.

  “But not good enough, I think. Let's see if your master can make it better.”

  He attached the chain that held the two clamps to an electrode from the generator and flipped the switch as the electric current rolled through her body. His cock throbbed as he looked at her erect nipples, her skin twitching, and her jaw clenched. “Now, tell master it feels better.”

  The current sailed through her body and her eyes popped open wide. She found it hard to speak through her clenched jaw as the current controlled her. “Yes, master,” her breath quickened, her voice sounding strange even to her, “better.”

  He walked down the length of the table, pulling off his shirt and letting it drop to the floor. He ran his hands over her ass again before sliding his hand between her legs to feel how wet she was. It made him smile to know her body responded this way to all the pain he inflicted. He slipped his fingers inside her, thrusting slowly before removing them. His fingers wet with her juices, he picked up the stainless steel dildo and slid his hand over it, getting it wet with her own sweetness, before inserting it deep inside her. He pulled another electrode cable from the generator and attached it to the dildo, adjusting the current, so it was low. She would feel the tingle, the arc of the electric current, but the pain would be mild... at least for now.

  He felt the pain she felt. He felt the pleasure she took in the pain, and his manhood ached to be inside her. But the torture wasn’t over, not yet, not for either of them. He picked up the hydraulic contraption from the floor and placed it on the table behind her. He lubricated his finger and slid it into that tight puckered ass. He probed her slowly, before removing his finger, and re-inserting two. He could feel her body spasm from the inside from the electric current pulsing through the dildo buried deep. As he felt her relax around his fingers, he positioned the pump with the rubber butt plug tight against her anus, poured the lubricant over the plug, and turned on the machine. It began its slow thrusting movement, pushing deep inside her in its evenly measured mechanical rhythm. He turned up the amps on the dildo and the nipple clamps.

  Throwing back her head, the sensation was overwhelming. She felt him increase the current and it felt like a fire was going through her and she screamed, again and again.

  She felt agonizing pain shoot through her body, connecting and arcing between her nipples, her cunt, and her ass. With each movement, her shoulder sockets screamed out from the ropes that kept her suspended. She couldn’t control the jolting of her body, as it moved on its own accord from the power of the current and the ripping pain that coursed through her. Her screams echoed across the room, bouncing over the walls, rattling the chamber and she knew... He wouldn’t stop.

  He unzipped his jeans and stripped them over his hips, letting his cock spring free. He peeled the jeans off each leg and tossed them aside. Her body was no longer hers, but she had one more orifice to fill. He walked to the front of the table and climbed on, kneeling in front of her and grabbed a handful of hair. Yanking hard, he yelled at h
er to hush, and her screams stopped. As she looked up at him, her face and hair were wet with perspiration. He held his erection in his hand, and dragged it down her face, circling her lips. "Open wide, baby girl, daddy's going to fuck your mouth now. Don’t you dare bite down."

  Her eyes remained locked on his, as he slid his cock into her open mouth. She closed her lips around it, fighting the spasms created by the current. He slid deep before beginning his thrusting motions. She remained on her knees, suspended by her arms, so he held her head in his hands to guide her movements. With each thrust, he pushed deeper, watching her face as she struggled for air, his cock sliding down her throat and blocking her ability to breathe. Her face turned red, and her eyes watered and he listened to her make gagging sounds to get air. He kept thrusting deep until she started to go limp, and then he pulled back, allowing her to gasp for air, and then he started again... and again.

  She felt the room going black. She wasn’t getting enough air and felt the darkness settling over her. When he pulled out of her mouth, she gagged and gasped for air, spittle drooling down her chin, hair dripping sweat and her body jolted again as she came over and over from the current. He rammed his cock down her throat again. The darkness dropped over her, and she fell into the black vortex of unconsciousness.

  As her body went slack, he withdrew his dick, still throbbing for release and his beast roared, vibrating these stone walls, and watching as the dust fell from the ceiling. He had pushed her body too far, but his beast wanted what it wanted. He angrily flipped off the switch on the generator ending the electrical current that flowed through her and watched, as her body stopped its uncontrolled quiver. He lowered the rope as her head rested on the tabletop. He flipped the switch on the hydraulic pump and removed both the butt plug and the dildo. He untied her arms, and lowered her shoulders, massaging the muscles in her shoulders and back as he heard a soft moan.

  “Come back to me, baby girl. Daddy's not finished.” He lifted her limp body and rolled her over on her back, brushing the damp hair from her face.

  Gripping her hair in his hand, he lifted her face to his and licked the side of her face, starting at her jawline all the way to her temple, tasting the salt in her sweat. He let go of her head suddenly and let it drop back to the table, listening to the crack of her skull against the hard table. He spoke to her in a low growling whisper.

  “That wasn’t much fun for your master now was it, baby girl? I give you one orgasm after another, your body riding the current, and yet, my cock is still hard. You bring me no relief. And now I have to start over. Maybe I should’ve brought Jacks down here instead of you.”

  Rissa heard his admonishments, as she slowly resurfaced to consciousness. She wouldn’t be compared to that warrior bitch! She sat upright and shouted at him, “Don’t compare me to that whore!”

  His beast roared back, sending cracks up the walls of the stone cavern and dust and small chunks of stone rained down on them as he mounted the table, crouching over her, his face inches from hers as he placed his hand in the middle of her chest and pushed her hard against the table. His eyes glowed red and the saliva dripped from his fangs.

  He placed his other hand around her throat and squeezed. “Did I give you permission to speak? You dare defy me?”

  He leapt from the table and pulled the whip from the wall and in a single motion, turned back toward her and snapped the whip over his head, hearing the sound as it zipped through the air and watched as it cut across the soft skin of her belly.

  She screamed in anger, pain, and pleasure as she felt her skin open from the whaling lash. As he pulled the whip back, her hand reached out and she gripped the whip and yanked as hard as she could, drawing him to her as she bit his lip hard, drawing blood, and feeling his beast riding him hard to unleash. He let go of the whip and growled, sending vibrations rumbling through her body.

  His face was only inches from hers. “You don’t decide! I decide!” He grabbed her by the collar and dragged her from the table. This wasn’t what he‘d planned. He pulled her across the room and placed her in the stockades, locking her head and hands in place. He walked behind her, kicking her feet so they were spread wide. He grabbed the wooden paddle and swung hard at her ass and listened to the resounding crack. “Do you want to defy me again? Because I can do this all night, baby girl!”

  She bit her lip, knowing she’d pushed him too far. She moaned as the pain warmed her ass and thighs. She felt the small trickle of her juices slide down her inner thighs and she wanted more. She wiggled her ass and braced for the next strike of his paddle.

  He struck her again and again, watching as her ass turned redder with each strike, his cock throbbing for release. He released her from the stockade, and picking her up, he carried her to the table and dropped her down on her back. He shackled her arms over her head but left her legs free. He picked up the candles, lighting them, and held them over her face to see, before holding the candle inches from one nipple, letting the hot wax drip. Watching her flinch as the scalding wax hit her skin. He covered both breasts with the wax, before creating a trail down her belly. He pushed her legs apart as he knelt between them, letting the wax drip onto her clit, and watched as she responded.

  Rissa felt the scorching hot pain as the wax dripped over her clit. She yanked on the shackles and screamed from the intensity of the sweet agonizing pain.

  He grabbed the blade with its razor sharp edge and slid it slowly across her breast, peeling back the layer of wax. “Don't move, baby girl...don't flinch. Master doesn't want to make you bleed, unless you want to bleed. Do you want to bleed, baby girl?”

  She felt the knife slide under the wax, and its cold steel surface felt amazing against her skin, from the painful burn, to a soothing cold. She loved the sensation of the wax being peeled from her body. “If you wish it, master, I only wish to please and pleasure you. I’m your slave.”

  He drew the tip of the blade in a thin line from her naval to the top of her pubic bone, watching the skin open, the trail of blood beginning to flow, running down her sides. He ran his tongue over the wound, watching it heal, as her blood sang in his veins and he could take no more. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, as he slammed his cock hard into her, pushing deep, laying his full weight into her hips, and feeling her hips lift to meet him. He pounded her hard, the surface of the table beneath her unyielding, as he thrust hard and deep.

  His hands were on either side of her face, his face only inches from hers, and her legs spread and held up by his shoulders, he watched the expression of pleasure on her face as he fucked her harder, bruising that tender skin. This is what she liked, what she begged and waited for. He lowered his mouth to her neck, and before he sank his teeth into her, he whispered, "Feed."

  She had waited so long to feel him inside her. She gripped her muscles tight around his erection, sucking him deeper. She heard that sound of skin slapping against skin. She sank her fangs deep into his neck and felt that burst of blood into her mouth. She was starving for him.

  He drew her blood into his mouth and it felt like liquid sex, as it rolled across his tongue and his cock throbbed and pulsed deep inside her with each swallow. Her body responded to him, her hips bucking off the table, riding him as hard as he was riding her. He unlatched and placed his lips on her ear and whispered, "Cum for daddy."

  She felt his power roll through her, and she came like never before. She screamed and writhed beneath him. Her body convulsed hard against his and she loved him at this moment like never before.

  As he felt her body release, he let go inside of her, pouring his cum into her after hours of holding back, feeling the ache deep in his balls, and his beast roared again with pleasure, as he slammed her hard against the rigid table. Riding her orgasm until they both faded, he dropped his weight on his elbows and looked at her face, her blue eyes glazed over and kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue deep into her throat. He ended the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, letting his heartbeat return to normal
. “Now that is how you fuck, baby girl.”

  He rolled off of her onto his back, looking at the ceiling, listening to her heavy breathing beside him. He chuckled to himself. Pretty sure the walls of Castello haven’t echoed with these sounds in a few years, or have they? I’ll have to ask Shade about why he kept this room long after the Gorean Cult was disbanded. Perhaps his mortal is not as innocent as he wants her to appear, and I for damn sure know he isn’t.

  He dropped his feet to the floor, and picked Rissa up from the table. “Come on, baby girl, I'll carry you back to our room.”

  Leaving her robe and his clothes on the floor, he walked nude with her back through the cavern corridors and up the dark stairs and into the grand hallway. He headed up the stairs, calling to Rosa to get a bath ready. As they walked into their bedroom, Rosa was scampering out like a scared mouse, as he carried Rissa into the bathroom and lowered her into the tub of hot water, filled with the foaming bath salts. He climbed in the tub behind her, as she laid her head back on his chest. He dipped the natural sponge into the steaming water and started bathing her. Long slow strokes down her arms and legs, supporting her body while he washed her back. He dipped her back and wet her hair, poured shampoo into the palm of his hand, and washed her hair, rinsing it under the faucet. He let the hot water sooth her sore muscles before he lifted her from the tub, drying her with a towel, rubbing her skin until it was pink. He picked her up again and carried her to their bed, which Rosa had turned down for them and laid her down gently before crawling in beside her. She was exhausted and close to sleep when he nuzzled her neck and whispered, "Daddy loves you, baby girl."

  8

  Shade, Kate, Luca, and Shannon were all gathered in the less formal Family Room ̶ if you could really call any room in Castello "less formal.” They would all be going back to Virginia soon. Kate had seen very little of Luca and Shannon since they’d been here, and tonight, they were all together. Luca and Shade had decided the girls’ skills at speaking Italian were decidedly lacking, and were trying, without much success, to coach them. Between the Midnight, or plain wine for Shannon, and their less than serious attitudes, the lessons weren’t going well.