The Shadow Doctor Ch. 01

Tam realized his normal calm, cultured tone had degenerated into a growl at the end there. Yelena stared back at him and swallowed nervously.

"No more game of questions for you tonight. Turn around and put your wrists together behind your back then push them through the cage. I believe you mean to keep your bargain, but I will make it easier for you to resist the temptation to do anything rash."

Yelena's hands shook very slightly as she obeyed. Tam looked at the welts on her wrist from the ropes and frowned. "I'm not going to use rope again, it will just make your injuries worse. Take the belt sash off that robe and hand it to me."

Yelena obeyed and watched as Tam took the length of silk over the work table and painted a spell onto it. He walked back to the cage.

"Hands."

Yelena quickly obeyed. Tam gently wrapped the silk sash around her wrists. He activated the spell and the silk tightened and knotted itself. He unlocked her cage with the key then helped her out and to her feet.

Yelena stood shivering before him. The robe, no longer belted, fell open in front of her, a narrow stretch of milk pale white skin revealed between the curtains of green silk. Standing bare foot, she was only a few inches shorter than him. The robe fell just past the curve of her hips. The opening between her legs beckoned to him. She kept her chin up as he drank her in with his eyes, holding back her urge to fight or flee.

Tam stepped close to her until he could feel her breath on his face. Keeping himself slow and controlled, he caressed the unbruised side of her face with his hand. He ran his thumb along the golden curve of her eyebrow, the only hair he had left on her body. He brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek, watching as her breathing caught and her eyelids fluttered. Fear, arousal, or a heady mix of the two he wondered?

He slid his left hand behind her head, gently holding her in place as his right hand slid down to caress her throat. Her pulse fluttered under his touch. He ran a finger along the collar they had placed around her neck: a simple ring of iron, as thick as his thumb and loose enough that he could hook his finger under it on one side, pulling the other side tight against the slender column of her neck. At the front, above her collarbone it broadened into a flat section on which was stamped the character for slave. Sliding his finger to the back, he brushed the rough metal where the pin had been knocked out of the locking mechanism.

Leaning forward, he gently kissed her forehead then dropped kisses over her eyes and cheeks. When he tilted her face up and kissed her lips, she shuddered and kept her own lips closed.

"Remember, your message only goes out if you please me" he whispered.

She made a small sound in her throat and surrendered, her lips parting. One hand behind her head, the other grasping her bound hands behind her back, he pressed the length of his body against hers as he plundered her open mouth, feeling his erection trapped between them. She yielded gently into his embrace.

After kissing her until she was short of breath and her lips were swollen, he stepped around her and pressed himself to her back. He pulled the robe back on her shoulders so that he could look down her naked front. As he bent to place kisses down her neck and shoulder, his hands played across her helpless body. He cupped her breasts; ran his hands along her sides; traced his fingers through her slick folds.

He fed her arousal with soft touches and mental commands, and whispered in her ear, describing how beautiful she was as she writhed in heat. He slid his fingers inside her, then held them to her face and made her smell herself and suck her juices off his finger. He made her whimper in his arms; held the fingers of her bound hands around his cock through the thin silk of his trousers, making her feel how she affected him. When she was right on the edge of orgasm, panting and breathless, he stepped away and tugged the robe back up onto her shoulders.

She whimpered in need, her pale green eyes darkened to jade, but he just turned and picked up the documents that made her his property, along with her letter of warning. Holding them under one arm, he put his other hand on the back of her neck and guided her out of the stable to his bed.

A mental command kept her on the edge while he quickly put her letter into a messenger pouch and the court's copies of the documents which made her his property into another. Both pouches were addressed and placed on a table in the foyer to be given to hired messengers in the morning.

All business taken care of, his full attention could now be given to his slave. He led her to his bedroom and pushed her to her knees in the center of it, sliding the silk robe off to puddle on the floor around her. The only adornment on her pale flesh was the iron collar around her neck. Her skin was flushed and the space between her spread legs glistened in the lamplight. He leaned down and released the enchanted silk from her wrists, wrapping it around his hand.

"Undress me, slave. Use your mouth. Your hands are only for what your lips and teeth cannot do."

She moved forward hesitantly, instinct keeping her on her knees. Her hands held nervously at her sides, she rose into a low crouch at his feet and tentatively began to fumble at the catches of his robe with her mouth. She froze when she reached the fastening over his erection, but he pressed a hand against her head and she bent to the task, her nose and lips pushing against his cock through the cloth as her teeth and tongue worked at the catch.

When his robe hung open, he allowed her to stand and use her hands to pull it from his shoulders and fold it neatly. Next he had her crouch on the floor to tug his sandals loose with her mouth, her lips and tongue leaving traces of saliva on his feet. He made her crawl to the door to deposit them, sandals in her teeth, then back to kneel at his feet again.

Then his silk trousers, little white teeth tugging at the drawstrings while his straining erection pressed into her face. The knot loosened, she gently bit into the waistband and tugged back and down until his trousers slid to the floor; a small sound of surprise escaped her as his erection sprang free. He stepped free of his trousers and let her fold them and place them with his robe. He pulled off his tunic and handed it to her to fold as well. She returned and knelt at his feet, her eyes lowered to avoid the cock in front of her face.

Tam looped one end of the silk in his hand around her neck and willed it to knot into a leash. A tug forced her to look up.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before, Yelena?"

"No. One of the Tong wanted me to do it, but I told him that I'd bite it off, so he just fucked me instead once his friend was done."

"You're not going to bite this time, are you slave?"

"No master. But, um, I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"That's alright; I'll tell you what to do. Just do everything I tell you and you'll please me."

Yelena nodded and nervously licked her lips. Tam had her start by kissing and licking her away along his length. Once he was slick with her saliva, he had her fondle him with her hand while she licked his balls. When he had her take him into her mouth she moaned; while she was undressing him, he had implanted a command that anytime his dick was inside her she would feel intense pleasure. He grabbed her head and pushed her to take more of him into her mouth. He considered his cock slightly above average length, but was proud of his girth. When he hit the entrance of her throat, Yelena's jaw was stretched wide and there was a little less than two inches of bare cock beyond her lips.

Her eyes watered as he held himself at the entrance to her throat, and she broke out coughing when he pulled out. He pulled her back up and pressed into her mouth again; as soon as her lips closed around him she got her reward, and she sucked energetically at him, intent on the pleasure it gave her.

Wanting to feel all of her, Tam pushed into the entrance of her throat again, but this time he commanded her throat to relax and pushed into the tight passage until her lips were wrapped around his base. She stared up at him, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her body was in chaos; she was choking, but holding him in her throat sent waves of passion rolling through her core. One of her hands was instinctively rubbing her clit, the other braced against his leg.

He pulled out and let her gasp for breath, strings of spittle stretching from her lips to his cock, and then planted himself in her throat again. The fourth time he repeated this process, she came violently as soon as he was fully seated in her. The feeling of her throat convulsing around him prompted his own orgasm and he shot streams of cum down her throat. His chi pulsed within him, life force spurting out with his ejaculation in a futile attempt to create new life. When he finished and stepped back, she collapsed to the ground coughing, her body shaking. Tam felt the qing released by her orgasm flowing back into him, the female balance to compensate for his spent chi.

Tam stepped back and caught his own breath for a moment. He poured himself a glass of water and drank it, then poured another and knelt next to Yelena. He held her up and helped her drink it, gently stroking her and praising her. Once she stopped shaking, he picked up the silk leash and led her on her hands and knees to his bed.

He pulled down the sheets and laid her down on her back, using one hand to loosely pin her wrists over her head.

He kissed her again, deep kisses that left her panting, tasting traces of himself in her mouth. He slipped his free hand into the sopping heat between her legs and tormented her clit as he moved to attack her breasts with his mouth. He focused on first one breast then the other, sucking brutally on the hard beads of her nipples.

Yelena whimpered helplessly under his touch, her body reacting beyond her control. Despite that, when he forced her legs apart and placed himself against her entrance, she fought back instinctively. She was still sore from the painful rapes she had suffered over the course of the day, and she was panicking at the thought of enduring it again.

Tam ignored her and pushed in; she was very tight, and despite her slickness it took some time before he could work himself fully into her, teasing her clit with his thumb to ease her through it. As he bottomed out, Yelena shuddered with a small orgasm, the implanted command and his ministrations combining to overwhelm the pain with pleasure.

Tam held still through her orgasm, buried deep inside her, feeling her muscles clench around his cock, gathering the qing and feeding it into his chi. Once she crested the wave, he began to slowly move in and out, reveling in the feeling of her wet heat clenching at him. He had spent himself on her face when he purchased her that afternoon, and again down her throat minutes before, and felt no need to release soon. He had one last good fuck left in him, and intended to make it count.

He kept his thrusts slow and gentle until she began to respond. Despite everything she had been through, her body recognized the ancient rhythm and her hips began to rise instinctively to meet his thrusts. Her spread legs gradually wrapped around his hips; her heels digging into the backs of his thighs. He still had her hands pinned above her head, but when he lowered his lips to hers she met his kiss with hunger.

He kept up his slow rhythm as he broke the kiss. She growled as his lips left hers.

"What do you want, Yelena?"

"Ah . . . more . . . I want more . . ."

"More of what?"

"More . . . of you . . . inside me. So full . . . I need to feel more . . . harder . . . please . . ."

Tam smiled and complied. She pushed back to meet each thrust as he began to pound her at a faster pace, stretching her tight channel with each punishing stroke. They were both glistening with sweat, her white body arcing under his tan one. Her pleas devolved into wordless cries, and as he had promised, she soon came screaming on his cock.

Yelena had nothing left after her orgasm. She sprawled limply under Tam as he continued to thrust into her. Ignoring her, Tam focused on his own completion. Leaving her hands sprawled loosely above her head he reached down and hooked his arms through her legs, pushing them up until her knees pressed against her chest.

She was spread even farther open for him in this position, and he groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out with each thrust. Sweat dripped from his brow as he pushed into her. Despite her exhaustion, the implanted command continued to force Yelena up the heights of pleasure again as long as he was inside her.

When he felt himself on the edge of release, Tam mentally commanded her to come again. Helpless, Yelena shuddered in orgasm once more as he thrust into her. Feeling her final spasms pushed Tam over the edge, and he came with a roar, painting her depths with his cum as he collapsed over her.

Eventually Tam's wits came back to him. He was covered in sweat and tangled with Yelena's own unmoving slick body.

After a bit, he rose on one elbow and studied his conquest. Yelena was still sprawled where he had left her. She had passed out, overwhelmed by sensation and exhausted from her terrifying day. One of her legs was still folded up against her side, while the other hung off the edge of the bed. A slow trickle of cum leaked from her red, swollen pussy. The green silk leash above her collar was tangled around one of her arms, her lips slightly parted as she slept.

With a sigh, Tam staggered to his feet and wiped the sweat off his body with a damp cloth. Wetting it again, he wiped Yelena's unconscious body off as best he could and laid her on her side. He turned down the lamp and climbed over her to the side of the bed that was still dry. After consideration, he tugged the enchanted silk from her neck and used it to first bind her wrists again behind her back then attach them to his left wrist. That done, he drifted off to sleep himself.