By
Peter Wright
(C)opyright 1999
Malik pulls himself to his feet and wanders over to the girl and puts an arm around her body. "What's wrong Ionua?" He says with compassion and worry. Holding the naked trembling girl to his body.
"That bitch, Salioua, found my caches first and replaced them." She gives the note to the knight and falls to her knees. At that moment the storm hits the meadow. Heavy rain falls on the tent. The knight drops the note for the moment, "Ionua, my dear, we have to get the rest of my packs into the tent quickly." He forgets about modesty and runs out onto the soft grass of the meadow.
Ionua leaves the tent, forgetting her problems and rushes for the woods, remembering that Malik wanted firewood before the rain hit. She does her best to gather wood before it becomes too soaked to take a flame. She makes several trips to the edge of the meadow; her bare feet become covered in mud. She drags back small and larger pieces and puts them into the tent only slightly wet.
Malik has finished dragging in the last of his packs, on one of his previous trips, to secure his equipment; he remembered to put on his boots. He pulls a cloth out of his packs and hands it to Ionua, "You might want to clean your feet before the mud dries." He says with a smile.
Ionua shows her thanks with a returned smile and starts to clean her feet. Making sure all the mud is cleaned off of them before handing the cloth back to Malik.
"When the storm passes, we'll go onto the castle of a friend of mine. There we can probably find some water, and some supplies for you." He picks up the note he dropped earlier, and starts to read it.
My dearest Ionua:
Long have we fought over who was better. This will just prove that I am the better sex witch. I have replaced all those wimpy oils and creams that you use, with something much more productive. They match those cuffs and collar that you now wear. I hope you like them.
I must tell you, that those cuffs where made by a friend of mine, the mage Kilous, I believe you turned him down as a client a year ago, because you thought he was perverted. The cuffs won't let you use your magic unless you take a master, he says they're the 'Cuffs of Submission.' Anyone can take them off of you, but you. And while they're on, only your master can let you use your magic.
Kilous and I have replaced your cache with items he said would perfectly complement your new clothes.
"Not very nice people are they?" He looks over to Ionua, "I don't think I want you to wear those if it means they win." He takes a hold of her hand and grasps the leather band surrounding her wrist. He starts to pull on it, trying to get if over her wrist. The leather won't budge and he can't find a way to remove them.
"It doesn't seem to want to come off." He looks around the tent for his knife, and spots a book that wasn't there before. "What's that book."
Taking her wrist back from the knight Ionua walks over to the book and picks it up. She reads the cover, "It's a magic book. Tome of domination." She opens the book, "I know that my spell was more powerful then I wanted it to be." She turns and smiles brightly at Malik, "When spells grow to a level of power, more then their mage wants them to, they take on a life and intelligence of their own."
"So it picked up the book for you." He looks at Ionua, "I've heard of spells going out of control when their mage draws more power then he's capable of controlling. But don't they usually turn back on their master?"
"Yes they do. But that's because most magic users try to control the magic, and bend it to their will. The magic of our world has a life of its own. It wants to be used but not controlled. I do my best to direct it, but not control it." She says again, "So when I lose control it doesn't turn back on me. It must have fed off my desire for revenge and picked up the book as part of the retrieval spell." She smiles, "It must want revenge against Kilous as well, and with most magic users like him."
The knight thinks this over for a moment, "That sounds reasonable I suppose. What's in the book?"
The girl sits down on the grass again, giving a small but pleasurable gasp as the sharp grasses brush against her butt crack and womanhood again. She blushes softly as she looks up at the knight and opens up the book. She spends a few moments turning the pages in the book.
"It looks like the spell book that Kilous used to produce the cuffs and collar from." She starts to look though it till she comes to a page that has the title 'Cuffs of Submission." She lays the book on the ground, "Do you have a lantern? With the storm outside and the sun setting I can barely make out the title."
Riffling though his packs, it isn't long till Malik finds his lantern. Before he lights it he spends a moment checking the wick and the oil. A few sparks from his flint and steel and the lantern is brought to life. After the flame has taken to the wick he raises the woven cotton rope, the light burns brightly. Settling the glass cover over the flame he brings it over and sits down besides the naked girl.
"You know I could have lit it for you, it's only a simple fire spell." She smiles at him and lays the book down. Malik has a good look at diagrams, not understanding the writing at all.
"Are these the cuffs?" He questions slowly, having a good look at them comparing the diagram to the leather that she is wearing.
"Yes they are, Malik." She says a bit testily as she tries to figure out how to remove them. She turns and gives him a kiss and then says, "Please let me read."
Malik keeps his mouth shut for the moment and still looks at the diagrams, and then to her cuffs, "They aren't the same." He says.
"What do you mean?"
"The ones in the book only has one ring per leather band, yours has four."
Ionua looks at the diagram and then at the leather cuff on her wrist. She reads through the text quickly and then flips to another page. Her eyes find the diagram that matches what she's wearing, and upon the discovery she gives a soft sigh of relief.
"Here they are." She says looking up at the knight. She then starts to read though the text. Her eyes glaze over as her temper flares again, "Damn that Kilous!"
Malik looks up again at Ionua, shocked at her temper, but getting use to it, "What is it now?" He asks.
"These aren't the 'Cuffs of Submission,'" she says with anger, "The book says they're the 'Leathers of Domination'"
"What's the difference?"
"The cuffs; you can take off. The leathers are a complete set of 'toys.'" She says bitterly, "Designed by a master of magic for sex sorceresses that he captured. He used the leathers to block their magic, but also to control it. They're made so they can only be taken off by a master mage that knows the trick behind the magic."
"And this Kilous is a master mage?"
She shakes her head angrily, "No he isn't. He probably just saw that it would be easier to use the one spell to make all the leathers to taunt me with, then make them individually. And that part of the message is in old Aridecan, I doubt Kilous can read it." Her eyes look up at Malik, "Kilous was always impatient and thought he was smarter then everyone else. He probably thought they were the same as the 'Cuffs of Submission.'" She flips the pages showing the knight all the various pieces of leather that were made with the spell that made the cuffs.
She reads a bit more and sobs softly again. "These cuffs are also for magical energy storage. The more I climax wearing them without using the magic, the more magic gets stored in them for my use. And they seem to amplify the magic if they are tied together, or if the woman wearing them is bound with them. The other pieces of leather that were made with the cuffs and collar also act as amplifiers, the tighter I'm tied with them the stronger my spells will be." She sobs again.
Malik pulls the girl to his chest, holding her in his strong arms as she sobs softly, "There, there, my dear Ionua." He pulls back and gives her a kiss. A gentle and soothing kiss, "There's nothing to cry over. You liked it when I tied you before, think of this as just another way for me to tie you again." He tries to put a good side to the troubles the lady is having.
She continues to sob against his chest, and then looks up into his eyes, "I suppose my lord." She then smiles, "After all I am your slave." She giggles softly thinking, "And I do come with my own accessories."
Though still worried about her and gives her a friendly smile, "That's the spirit, my dear." He says softly. He starts to caress her back, pulling her close to him, "What do you know about Iial, Ionua?" He says changing the subject.
"Just what I've told you, Malik. But you've told me it's not true, I thought you took women against their will and sold them as slaves."
"Well that isn't true. We may trade the women who want to be traded between the nobles, but never if they don't want to. If they don't want to be slaves after they asked to be, then they are released, with no questions asked. There's no point in keeping a girl against her will. Part of my duties as a knight of Iial to make sure that does not happen within my duke's borders." He holds the girl close.
She looks into his eyes again, "That's much different then what I've heard, Malik." She sighs and pushes against the knight, "In Aridecan we're told that Iial is the worst land in the nations. That you're barbarians, that capture women and force them into slavery, and that the rest of the nations only tolerate you because of your warriors that are unquestionably loyal to the king, and the healers of Iial are the best in the nations."
Malik's lips crack into a grin, "I have heard that. I think that is the jealousy of the nobility of Aridecan, or at least their view on life." He laughs softly, "Most that I met were a bunch of prudes, and couldn't stand me." He smiles, "It might be because I beat every knight they fielded."
Ionua's eyes flash a bit with anger at the insults that Malik is giving her to her homeland. She sighs containing her temper, "We produce better sailors then soldiers, we are an island territory after all."
Malik smiles at the girl and releases her, now that he is sure she is all right. He stands and looks outside. "The storm is coming in from the north." Lightning flares though the sky and thunder rocks the meadow. "The rain is coming down hard, the lightning won't start any bad fires." He turns and smiles at Ionua, "I'm glad the entrance to the tent is to the south. We can roll up the door and place our fire just a bit to the south. The tent should protect it from the rain."
Ionua puts the book down and closes it up. She stands up and stretches, showing off her body to Malik. Malik just stares at her, Ionua giggles as she notices the reaction she's having on the tall knight, "Stop that." She says with a grin, but she starts to rub her hands over her body to put on a show for him. She sighs as her fingers brush over her pubic area, "They even removed my pubic hair. Probably hoping that the stories of slavery in Iial were true and that would make me more desirable." Her mood broken she goes over to the firewood and picks up the kindling, "Want me to lay the fire?"
Shakes his head at Ionua, "No that's alright. Look through that magic book and see what else you can learn. There might be some way you can use it for our benefits." He pulls on his clothes again, leaving Ionua naked and grabs his shovel.
Ionua open up the book again and starts to read through it. It isn't long before the knight has a shallow fire pit ready for the fire. The grass sod is placed carefully to the side for replacement in the morning. It isn't long until he has a small fire going. The smoke trails up the outside of the tent and into the sky. The heat of the fire warms the occupants of the tent.
After making sure the fire will stay contained and it has enough wood to feed itself, Malik walks back into the tent and looks at Ionua, "Want some nice stew for supper?" He says with a smile, "I have some dried stock I travel with. A little water, a nice fire and we have a nice hearty stew."
"Hrm, oh sure." Ionua answers the knight. Malik just chuckles softly and sets up a tripod over the fire for his stew pot. His practiced hands get the stew started quickly. "It'll be about an hour before its ready."
Ionua looks up and puts the book down. She stands up and wanders over to the knight, "I've forgotten to tell you how thankful I am." She presses close to him, and shivers a bit, "I'm glad it was someone like you who found me and not what that bitch wanted."
Malik steps back for a moment and smiles at the girl, "I'm glad to be of service to you. Why don't we see what she actually left you?"
Ionua sighs softly, "I suppose we should, Malik. After all if the book is right, the more I use it, the stronger my magic will be." She looks up into his green eyes again, "And I think that if I'm going to be traveling with a knight like you, I want to be as much help as I can be."
"Well." The knight starts as he looks around, "Why don't we start with the first bag?" He kneels down and opens up the top. "I do hope that book shows what each piece is, there's a fair amount in here."
The redhead kneels down on the dry grass besides the bag. After some hesitation her hand goes into the open bag to pull out the first thing she encounters. After some struggling, she pulls out a complicated array of leather, lined with some sort fur like the cuffs and collar that she is wearing. A set of matching runes line the leather, barely visible in the flashing light of the lantern, and fire.
Her vibrant green eyes look up at Malik, "What is this?" She asks, forgetting about the book.
"Looks like a full body harness to me, my lady." He takes the leather from her and holds it up in the full light of the lantern, "A bit different from the normal ones you'd see around." He comments slightly.
She looks at the knight for a moment, her thoughts turning to just how much he would know of the leather. She finally asks, "How?"
His fingers run down some of the leather, "Well your normal body harness has one strap that runs from the belt between the legs and back up to the belt." He winks at Ionua, "This has two, obviously so it doesn't block access to any of the wearer's sensitive areas. What does the book say about it?"
A few moments pass as she flips though the book, Malik keeps examining the leather, noting the numerous D-rings. "No adjustments for the physical attributes of the body." He comments softly.
She keeps reading through the description, taking time to read the old language. "Well it says the harness can store the most magical energy of the leathers. Since magic comes from the heart and travels out to the limbs, this piece of leather taps the magic at its source." She looks up at Malik and shrugs before going on, "It also says that it provides a convenient place where the wrist cuffs can be tied to. Helping them to increase their amplification of the magic."
She flips to another page as she wonders about it and grins at Malik, "The wizard who wrote this book didn't create the spell." Her fingers run over some barely visible text, "He's written something in the noble code of my homeland, it hasn't changed for millenium. Apparently when the spell was found inside the creator's castle it was being used more and more often. Power mad mages were capturing sex witches and using them for magical storage."
"He decided to publish the spell, but modified it slightly. So when the magic left the woman's body, it would be amplified. This sudden influx of power would upset the carefully laid spells." She smiles, "Of course it wouldn't affect the sex sorceress when the magic turned on the master of the spell, normally destroying him. Only a few words and runes are different between the original and the modified one. The book doesn't say if his plan was successful, the scribes who copied the spell into the tome copied the words exactly, probably not understanding what he was coping."
Malik takes a while to digest the meaning of her words, "I'm still a bit confused. The text said the leathers amplify your power before you read that code. And if the mage who wrote the spell down didn't want the power mad wizards from knowing, wouldn't it be counter productive?"
"Yes, they would be, Malik." Her hands turn the multitude of pages containing the spells a bit more, "Oh, the descriptions of the pieces of leather were written about a hundred years after the original spell. They were done as an analysis of the spell after the second griffin war."
She smiles for a moment, "That war destroyed most of the libraries in Aridecan and all the knowledge that could be saved was saved."
Putting the leather harness down he smiles at the girl, "Well that explains that." He turns back to the cooking stew and stirs it a bit, "Supper shouldn't be too long now." He sits down again, and looks at the naked girl, "All these leathers are good for dressing you in, but not exactly modest. And while you do have a lovely body, I don't think you want to appear in public like that."
A blush creeps across her features as she looks down at her body, "Yes you are right. I'd rather not be seen totally naked." She says with a smile, "While you've already seen me, I don't mind you seeing it." Her turns back to the bag and pulls out some more leather, another complicated piece though smaller. "But I don't think I want everyone in the nation to see me like this."
Malik looks at the piece, "Now this one has me confused." He looks at the book again and finds a diagram, "This is it." Ionua looks at the diagram and holds up the leather, "It says it goes over the head." Her curiosity gets the better of her and slips it over her head, after settling the complicated leather into place it seems to shrink to her head, becoming formfitting.
Malik chuckles softly, "It looks like a bridle but for a human and not a horse." He looks at how the leather straps surround her head. One that runs from mid cheek around behind her head and to settle in the same place on the other cheek. More leather straps attach to the main strap at the cheek. One of the straps goes under her chin comfortably. Two that run up from the cheek to join together in the middle of her forehead, which connects to one, that continues over her head to join at the back of her head to the main strap. Two short pieces of leather are joined to the main strap at the cheek that point forward but aren't attached to anything. Two D-rings are also attached to the leather along her cheeks.
Ionua just shakes her head, "Oh I suppose." She reads through the text a bit more, "If Kilous did the spell right there should be several gags with this piece." She shivers a bit as she reads, "They attach to these small straps, and the chin strap automatically tightens up around the gag, giving the person no chance of pushing it out."
Malik leans forward and places his fingers on the leather, and starts to take the head harness off. The magic leather stretches and he removes it from her head, "We can try the gags later." He says with a grin.
Ionua's eyes flash at Malik, her temper rising up again. She sighs, "I suppose we can try it milord. But I don't know about wearing a gag." She reaches into the almost empty bag and pulls out some leather, "Well these look like the gags that go with that harness." She lays them quickly to the side and pulls out the last piece, "Looks like a leash to me? It doesn't really match the rest, it doesn't bind a woman like the rest."
The knight shrugs and goes back to turn the pot. He comes back to find that Ionua has attached the leash to her collar and is trying to detach it. She looks up embarrassed at the knight, "The book says that if I have the leash on, then it releases the magic." She grins a bit, "I didn't read any farther." She picks up the book and reads a bit more, "The book also says that you have to hold it for that to work. But if you tie it to an immobile object, and will my magic to release you don't have to hold it after that."
The knight laughs softly, "You mean like the pole outside?"
The redhead smiles and nods, "Yes. But my magic would still not be able to remove the leathers, and I wouldn't be able to untie the leash from the pole."
Malik smiles to himself and looks at the redhead, "Well that does have some possibilities." He leans down to have a look at the bag. After a few moments rummaging around he pulls out a short bar, "This looks different." The bar, is only about six inches long with four eye rings attached to it. Two on the ends and two a third of the way down from the ends, "I've seen bars like this before but much longer."
Ionua takes the bar from the knight and reads a passage under the diagram of the bar in the book, "Well it does extend." She says after a moment, "All the way to four feet."
Malik laughs softly, "That's quite wide. I don't think you'd be able to get that between your ankles like its suppose to."
The naked redhead's temper flares at the laugh, "I may be small, milord." The title said with a touch of scorn, "But I am flexible." She looks the bar over and extends it a short way. Her hand goes into the bag and pulls out some clips, "I'll show you just how far I can spread my legs." She says angrily. The clips go around the eye rings on the ends and through one of the D-rings on her ankle cuffs. Before her temper calms down, and she starts to think about what she's doing, she extends the spreader bar, almost to its full length. Struggling, she finally gets the bar out to its full four feet.
Malik just laughs again; "Well I can see I was wrong you can get your ankles between the rod." He looks the girl over, "But there's still two eye-rings for your wrist cuffs, think you're flexible enough to have those attached at the same time?" He says with an innocent voice.
In response Ionua bends her knees as much as she can and curls her body so that she can get her wrist cuffs against the two remaining eye-rings. Malik helps the naked girl out by taking two of the clips and threading them through the eye-rings and D-rings, with the bar fully extended it forces her hands to be attached a foot apart.
Her temper is still getting the better of her, Ionua looks at the knight, "See? I'm flexible enough for the bar." Her legs are stretched and her knees are bent, and she's forced to curl her torso in slightly to reach the bar with her wrists, "Happy now?"
Malik leans down and gets a good look at the bound girl, "Well I suppose so." He gets up and wanders over to the stew pot to check it, "Well there's still some time left on the stew."
"That's good. You have time to untie me." Ionua says, finally realizing what she's done to herself.
A few steps bring Malik back over to the helpless redhead. He looks her over for a bit and grins, "Oh I will, in a bit." He bends down and starts to run his finger along the redhead's stretched skin, "I think I'll make you come a few times first."
"Malik!!! Please!!!" She says with exasperation, "I just put it on because you didn't think I could."
His fingers pay her words no mind, "Well that might be a bit of a problem where you're concerned." One of his fingers traces a line along the stretched skin along her pussy lips, caressing her where he knows will arouse her.
His fingers do start to have the desired effect on the girl. She lets out a soft moan, but realizing that Malik is in no hurry to untie her, she tries to get at the clips binding her to the four-foot pole, forgetting that she can't remove them herself. Her fingers can't even reach the clips, and this only causes her body to become more sensitive as she discovers just how helpless she is. She turns her eyes to Malik, "Please, Malik." She starts to beg again.
The knight keeps tracing his fingers along the bare skin around her slit, drawing a line along each side, "No I don't think so, not till you come." He pulls back, "Besides its best if you learn how to use all these 'toys' if they'll help with your magic." He takes the bridle that she put on earlier and slips it over her head. The leather tightens snuggly around the redhead's face and hair.
"But Mal…" Is all she gets out before the tall knight pushes the ball gag into her mouth and straps it to the bridle. The surprise shown on Ionua's face is evident as the chinstrap tightens even further, trapping the ball behind her teeth.
"Can't have you disturbing my work; now can I, Ionua?" He also finds a blindfold that goes with the bridle and attaches it to the complicated leather head harness. With her sight blocked from her, Ionua moans into the ball gag with anticipation and growing lust. He looks over her body and slowly slips out of his clothes again. His hands resume their caresses moving up and down her spread thighs, moving against the stretched skin. Leaning forward he starts to lick along her inner thighs.
Despite all the bondage that the girl is not use to; Ionua finds her lust rising faster then before. With the gag in her mouth she can't even beg the knight to stop. And with her feet and hands spread as they are she can't even wiggle away from him. All this compounds the helplessness, and vulnerability that she is feeling, making her much more sensitive to what is being done to her. Her moans slowly break past her throat and get muffled by the ball in her mouth. Her teeth and jaws clamp down tightly on the leather.
Malik moves his tongue slowly towards her vagina; his probing tongue starts to lick in firm strokes against her spread pubic folds. His tongue moves in long strokes lapping up her love juices, moving in the same style of strokes that gave Ionua her first climax in the field. But being unable to do anything about it this time causes Ionua to climb to her peak quicker then before.
The knight's talented tongue slows as he feels her climb to her peak. He keeps her there for several long breaths; all the while the passionate and lust filled moans are muffled by the gag in Ionua's mouth. The begging has changed from denial to wanting. Her breaths deepen as her muscles flex against her bondage trying to push her wet and juicy slit up towards his mouth.
Finally taking pity on the bound redhead, Malik brushes his tongue firmly against her clitoris. He also grazes the teeth along his upper jaw against the sensitive nub of flesh as he rubs his tongue against her. Ionua climaxes quickly, a loud moan can be heard from the gag, muffled down from an erotic scream of lust and passion.
Malik spends the time after her climax to clean her up. His tongue brushes against her cunt and tastes all her juices and slowly brings them into his mouth. Leaning back he looks at the girl, knowing she is totally vulnerable to his advances, and in the perfect position to be taken by him.
"Want me to fuck you now, dear Ionua?" He asks with a smile. The only answer is a vigorous nod. Malik slips a finger into her still wet cunt and pushing is in and out of her. "Is this what you want?" Only one finger does not give what she wants, and equally vigorous shake of her head followed by a moan is what Malik receives as a response.
"Oh I take it you want something else then?" He teases gently, rubbing his thumb against her clit. Another vigorous nod, this one causing her breasts to bounce up and down. "What would that be?"
Gathering all her voice she tries to scream something out of her gag, but with the ball firmly behind her teeth it comes out more like 'yaaaa kkaaooookkk.'
"Oh you mean my cock?" He teases her a bit more. Ionua nods her head again, becoming hotter and wetter with the stroking of his fingers.
"Well why didn't you say so?" The answer is just a long, muffled moan, pouring out her throat as all the struggling, and teasing have brought her to another climax. Not as intense as the previous climax but it still shakes the bound girl's body.
"My aren't we horny this evening?" He asks as his fingers keep rubbing her clit. Ionua's sensitive body begins to respond to his caresses again. Her hips start to move as much as they can with the motions of his finger. Her gag-muffled begging has stopped for the moment, replaced by her passionate moans.
"I'll take that as a yes." He keeps working a finger in and out of her pussy, in time with his thumb against her clitoris. He waits till the moans increase to where she is almost at her peak. He strokes just a few more times then pulls out. The bound redhead shakes her head violently from side to side and starts begging again, not being able to voice her cries past the gag.
"Well I suppose you do want it." With the way Ionua has been bound, her cunt and anus are on display. The juice-covered finger traces a line down from the bottom of her vagina to her asshole. He grins, "Are you sure you want it?" He asks pushing his finger against the tight passage.
To his surprise Ionua has enough muscle control to relax her rectal muscles. His finger slips in and then gets trapped as she squeezes her muscles around his finger. His surprise wears off quickly, he was just surprise that this inhibited acting girl, is in no way inhibited about her body, except where being tied down is concerned.
His finger starts to probe his finger in and out of her, as he leans down to start licking her cunt. His tongue runs along the line of her slit, pushing into her spread folds. That additional stimulation causes the sex witch to climax again. After licking up her juices, Malik sits back to get a good look at her. With the way she is bound now all of her treasures are displayed. With her feet spread as they are, he can see the pink softness of her inner lips glisten with her juices.
The knight leans forward and starts to caress his hands over her perspiration-covered body. A smile forms on his lips as he feels the soft skin of her breasts covered with the slick film of sweat. "Well I can't let it go to waist can I?" He looks at the bar for a moment and discovers that he can move her hands out farther, causing her to bend her knees a bit more, but also giving enough room for what he wants to do next.
He crawls between her and the spreader bar, rubbing his body against the bound sex witch. His body presses down on hers, pressing her into the soft grass. His chest rubs against her pale sensitive nipples. He pulls he gag from her mouth and gives her a deep kiss before thrusting his erect manhood into her pussy.
The first thing Ionua does when her mouth is free of the kiss and the gag is to scream out an "Ooohh!!! Yes!!!" Her sensitive body starts reacting to the penetration. Her helplessness caused by the bondage only increases her sensations and her lust. "Fuck me!" She commands, "Fuck me hard and fast."
Never to deny a lady a request like that, Malik starts the thrust his cock in and out of her. But he stops, "You're giving me orders now?" He says with a small laugh, "I thought I was the master. I could just leave you here you know." The laughter that follows shows he is just teasing the girl. But she responds just the same.
"Oooooh!" She starts, "Please master, fuck me hard, fuck me fast. Please just let me come." She starts her begging.
The knight start to rock his hips slowly, "Well I suppose that's good enough." He gives her a passionate and loving kiss. A kiss filled with lust and feeling. "But you're going to have to work on your begging." He teases again, and sighs as he starts to climb towards a peak himself.
The redhead responds back with a cry, "Yes master." Her lust filled body takes control over her voice. The loss of control causes her to say things her redheaded stubbornness wouldn't allow. "Please, just fuck me hard and fast."
Another laugh filled with soft sighs burst past the knight's lips. He starts to fuck her like she asked. His powerful hips and rear move his cock in and out of her. His muscled chest presses against her breasts, squeezing the ample mounds of flesh between his body and hers. The hair on his chest rub against her erect nipples with every stroke, his pubic hair brushes against her exposed clit. With her legs spread as they are, more of her sensitive inner skin is exposed to the stroking of his curly pubic hair.
Ionua's moans increase during the fucking. She squeezes the muscles in her vagina around his cock, doing her best to milk his seed from his organ. The knight doesn't take long to reach his climax as this sex witch works her womanly magic on him.
A loud groan precedes his climax, his hot; white climax starts shooting deeply into her womanhood. The impact of the hot fluid on her inner walls is enough to push Ionua to another peak. She cries out, "Oh yes!!!" She tries to close her legs around the knight but can't. The inability to take an active part causes her to moan louder with frustration as she climaxes.
The knight pulls his cock out and climbs out from between her and the bar. He leans forward and gives her a kiss, "Now what was this about you wanting to be untied?"
A soft purr comes from her throat as she answers, "Oh I think I wanted to be untied when I didn't know what you wanted to do." She takes a deep breath, "But you should untie me now Malik. I'm flexible but I'm starting to cramp up."
The knight reluctantly starts to remove the spreader-bar from her body. But only after caressing the perspiration covered skin along her belly and breasts. He pushes the bar back to its smallest and grins at asks, "That better?"
Ionua's hands reach for the bridle she's still wearing and tries vainly to remove the blindfold. She sighs after the magic of the leather stops all attempts, "I can't see Malik, can you at least take the blindfold off?"
Another laugh comes from the knight, "I suppose I can." His hands caresses her cheeks before he loosens the bridle, he slowly slips the leather from her head, "Better?"
A soft sigh escapes her lips as Ionua stands and stretches. "Yes that is better, milord." She looks the knight over again, "You know these toys might just come in handy, I think that's the most I've climaxed in a long time."
The rain from the storm still comes down hard outside the tent, beating against the back wall. Malik gets to his feet again and starts to dress himself once more. He smiles at the naked girl, "Well you are going to be my slave aren't you?" He says with a grin, "And I do have to treat you right."
Ionua pulls at her bondage a bit more, "I suppose you're right Malik." She looks up and smiles, "And you may be right, I do have to learn how to beg better, don't I?"
A laugh is her answer, "Well that is up to you." He pulls the stew pot off the fire and sets it down inside the tent. He watches the fire for a moment and decides to let it die out, providing them with some light. He takes the lantern and extinguishes the flame. Leaving the fire as the only light for the tent. The sun shone its last light of the day while they were making love the last time.
"Get some of those bowls from my packs, please?" He asks gently, and after a few moments Ionua does bring back the bowls. Malik spends a few quite moments dividing the stew up between the two bowls.
The redhead takes the time to shovel the stew into her mouth and swallows it; her body hasn't been fed any sustaining food since she was tied to the pole. The stew is hearty and filling and it isn't long till she's finished. She lies back on the grass and stretches out, watching Malik as he eats.
"I have to wonder, dear knight, are you planning on keeping me naked all the time?" She asks with an innocent voice, "After all I do know you love looking at my naked body," she starts again the way she's laying shows off her entire body, "But its not the best for traveling in public." Her fingers start to stroke their way along her body gently, just loving caresses and to give the knight a show.
"I suppose you do have a point. But I don't think I have anything that would fit you." He finishes his stew and walks over to his packs, "I don't have that much, that isn't made for a man my size." He continues to look and finally finds something that is suitable. He pulls out his long campaign cloak. "This might be a bit long for you." He tosses it over to the girl, "Its my campaign cloak and usually comes down to my calves. On you it will probably come down to your ankles."
The redhead stops caressing her body and stands up. She slips the cloak around her body and looks for what is used to tie it in place. The cloak is more of a long hooded cape, having only one tie about the neck and collarbone and no sleeves. The girl quickly realizes this and ties the cape on and places her hands at her sides. The cape flows closed around her, concealing her from head to tow. Only her feet are visible at the bottom, the ankle cuffs hidden below the folds. The cloak hides even her collar.
"I suppose this will do." She takes a few steps and discovers that the cloak flows open around her legs exposing a good part of her naked body. She blushes at the thought of that happening in a busy street. "We'll have to find a way to keep the cloak closed."
"You can always hold one end of the cloak with one hand to keep it closed. Of course you'll have to let go if you want to use your arms." He smiles at her and says something to test a theory, "You can always play with your clit under that cloak in public and no-one would know."
"Yes I can." She says for a moment feeling a thrill of arousal at the thought, then she snaps out of it, "No I can't." She says with her temper coming back.
Another laugh bursts past his lips as she bites back her previous words, "Yes you can." He goes back to the pots and plates and cleans them up. He turns and looks back to the girl, "We really should get some sleep. We'll have to go on tomorrow. As I said I have a friend who has a castle near here that we can probably get some proper clothes for you."
Ionua removes the cloak and yawns softly at the thought of sleep. "I suppose you're right Malik, I'm still not fully recovered from being tied to the pole all day long." She walks over and starts to help Malik out of his clothes again, "I think it might be nice to have someone to wake up to in the morning." She gives him a kiss and draws him over to the bedroll.
A grin crosses the knight's lips. "I suppose you're right." He slips into the covers that make up the bedroll and draws the naked girl against his chest. With his arms wrapped around her, she slowly slips off to sleep; "I'll see you in the morning, dear Ionua."
The reply is just a sleepy yawn and a wrapping of her arms around him, pulling him as close as she dares. The storm continues to drop water all over the forest and meadow, the fire dies a little later and the couple sleeps the night away.