“I told you no one was to enter during my sessions.” Rulindil didn’t yell – he never yelled – and he kept his back to the door, his attention focused entirely on the naked bleeding human man splayed out on the wall before him, yet his voice carried through the room.

 

Sloan smiled and moved to a table with a variety of interesting tools. “Oh, Runny, you’re so funny, thinking you can tell me what to do.”

 

She picked up a needle-sharp dagger and pretended to study the blade as the elf’s shoulders tensed. He turned around and she gave him her best smile.

 

The predatory one.

 

“That’s better.” She set down the knife and picked up a bullwhip, letting the leather slide through her fingers.

 

“Who are you and what…”

 

Crack! The whip snapped and he yelped as it slapped his arm.

 

“AAAHH! Hey! What…”

 

“Did I say you could speak, dog?”

 

Another crack and the whip snapped against Rulindil’s hand, which dropped the similar whip he had been carrying.

 

“I’m going to call the guar…” Crack! “AAAHHH!” The elf grabbed at his thigh, where the whip had left its third mark.

 

“Tsk tsk. You’re still talking, dog.”

 

He glared at her but he did not speak.

 

“Good dog! You are learning! Now let’s see you beg.”

 

“I…” Rulindil’s eyes boggled at her but he clamped down on this words while turning a furtive glance back at his victim.

 

“Ah, is that why you’re being so recalcitrant? You don’t want your little toy to see you like this? Oh, Runny, I see we have much work to do. Still, you have earned a reward for your obedience, so I’ll grant your request.”

 

In one smooth motion, Sloan swept up the dagger and threw it into the human’s throat. The man gave a start then jerked against his bonds as what little of his lifeforce drained away. Moments later, his body slumped.

 

Rulindil make a gargling sound but Sloan shook her head as she rubbed the whip against her hand. “Oh, don’t be upset. You know he had already told you everything he knew.” Another smile. “And we both know you were only doing it because you longed for it to be done to you. Don’t we?” She pointed at the floor. “Come on, dog. Get down and beg.”

 

A long pause as they stared at each other, then the elf lowered his eyes and himself.

 

“Good boy!” Sloan picked up more things from the table and approached him. “You deserve another reward! Good dogs get collars. Don’t they? Who’s a good boy?” She leaned over and looped a leather collar over the elf’s head then tugged it so it fit snug around his neck. His body quivered.

 

“Such a good boy. You may stand.”

 

Rulindil pulled himself up, though his head stayed down, and Sloan reached out and ran light fingers over his crotch. His raging erection jumped under the cloth. “Oh, Runny! You have waited so long for this, haven’t you? Poor boy. Here, let’s get you prepared. Open up!”

 

Ten minutes later, the naked elf stood in the center of the room, arms locked in manacles dangling from the ceiling while drool leaked from the edges of his ball gag and red welts intermingled with thin cuts over his ass and legs.

 

“Now,” Sloan said as she ran her fingers up his thighs, brushed against his tight sack, and then around the base of his swollen shaft, “I am going to be gone for a moment. You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to come until I return and tell you you may. Do you understand?”

 

He nodded, his eyes wide, as he sucked in breath around the gag.

 

“Good.” She reached up and tightened the collar a notch, then set a small table in front of him, upon which she piled a torn open pillow which she situated in such a way that every move he made tickled his cock with the light touch of the down.

 

Or so she hoped. She wasn’t sure it would work and wasn’t sure how long she would be gone, so it was entirely possible his body would decide it was over and deflate. She ran her fingers up his cock and then smacked his ass as hard as she could before turning away.

 

It took less time than she feared to find the files. They were in Rulindil’s office, as she had hoped, not somewhere else in the building. She paid special attention to the contents of the folder marked “Dragons Return” but there were some other interestingly labeled files she glanced through as well. Although she had been practicing, she wasn’t quite back to the point where she could memorize pages at a glance, so she concentrated on memorizing the key points she found.

 

The return trip was not as smooth – there were more guards in the area than she expected, so she had to move slower than she preferred, waiting for her opportunities before slinking from shadow to shadow – and she re-entered the torture room and breathed a sigh of relief when she found nothing had changed.

 

She found Rulindil in the same state she had left him. The pillow had fallen away and his erection was beginning to soften, but it was enough. Sloan slid up behind him as quietly as she could and smacked his ass. He yelped through the gag as his cock jumped back up.

 

“You are SUCH a good boy! You deserve a real treat.”

 

Sloan moved in front of him, then slowly unzipped her form-fitting leather bodysuit. His eyes glued themselves to her hand as it traced down her body, revealing the skin of her chest, then bursting slowly out as it passed between her breasts. They seemed to jump free from the tight restraints of the outfit, her nipples already hardening in the cool air.

 

Her hand continued downward, over her stomach, then below. The zipper stopped just short of her mound; she reached up and pulled down on the shoulders of the outfit, peeling it away from her skin in increments until she stood topless before him, then pushed further down, finally stepping out like a moth from a cocoon. She rubbed her hands over her naked body as she approached him.

 

“Because you have been such a good boy, I am going to give you a special reward. You may come…” she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “…in my mouth.”

 

He grunted and shivered as she knelt, ran her fingers up his thighs, stroked his balls, and passed her lips over his cock, taking the full length of him in.

 

She paused a moment as it pulsed against her tongue, then began to move her head as her fingers continued to stroke him. He would not be long – she could already taste his pre-come begin to leak. She shifted to a faster rhythm, then grabbed his red and swollen ass and squeezed and spanked him while letting her teeth brush against his shaft. He let out an inarticulate cry through the gag and began to spurt, so Sloan spanked him harder and pressed him into her, her tongue stroking the underside of his cock as she sucked at it like a straw.

 

His body shuttered as her mouth was filled with his salty spunk. She swallowed and sucked, swallowed and sucked, not letting him loose even after his body shuddered to a stop and he sagged while his cock began to soften.

 

As the tip reached the front of her mouth, Sloan began to lick the head and he jumped. He tried to pull away but she kept him in place, keeping the over-sensitive organ moving for a few more seconds while Rulindil jerked at his binds.

 

Finally, Sloan released him, standing and running a hand up his stomach and chest, then stroking his cheek.

 

“Such a good boy. Would you like me to visit you again? Yes? Of course you would. And don’t worry, I know you have a ‘big tough’ reputation to uphold. No one will know about this but us.” She smiled then slapped his ass one more time before turning away to put on her clothes.

 

She had a much easier time returning to the party since her new plaything had, after being released and allowed to get dressed, given her a writ with his personal seal to allow her access to the grounds. She slipped back through the kitchen, reclaimed her outfit one piece at a time, then rejoined the party just as some drunken fool wearing the regalia of the East Empire Trading Company was yelling, “"I protest! This is an insult to the dignity of my person! This time I'm completely innocent!” as he was being escorted out.

 

Sloan sighed then plastered on her “upper class socialite” smile and began to mingle. The fun part of the job was over; now she had to bear through the rest.

 

 

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