Pain Before Pleasure

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“Pain Before Pleasure”

All seemed dark and cold as Erestor of Imladris slowly regained consciousness only to realize that he was blindfolded and his hands and feet were bound as he laid spread eagle on a table. ‘Where am I?’ he thought while he struggled to remember what happened. The last thing he remember that he was leading his steed to water when he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head and his vision faded to black. He then realized that his clothes were missing. ‘I am blindfolded, tied up and naked in a cold room. Who is my captor and why haven’t they made themselves known to me?’ Suddenly as if to answer his question, the sound of the door creaking open drew the elven advisor’s attention. Footsteps echoed against the stone floor and then stopped once the person reached his feet. He then heard something sliding across the floor then the sharp sound of a whip broke the silence.

“Who’s there, who are you?” Erestor said, his voice was steady and even for the moment. The footsteps moved around the table to his head then stopped again. A gloved hand lightly moved down his chest, slowly moving down to his most intimate parts. Chills ran up and down his spine as the hand caressed his inner thigh.

“The all wise and knowing adviso Iml Imladris,” a husky feminine voice finally said. “So beautiful and so wise and at my mercy.”

He immediately recognized the voice as that of the Amazon queen T’Pal. “Why am I here, T’Pal?” he asked again.

“You are here because I have brought you here, Erestor,” she replied, her hand idly gliding dangerously close to his genitals. He tensed as his body steadily began to betray him.

“Please, don’t,” he pleaded, unwanted desire slowly consuming his body. Erestor had prided himself for being celibate all of his years for he did find the idea of sex to be repulsive. A soft whimper escaped his throat as T’Pal’s finger teased the tip of his sex.

“You’re so beautiful, almost too beautiful to ravish. You remind me of a delicate virgin who is ripe for the taking.” Erestor’s long ebony hair pooled partially beneath his head before trailing over the edge of the table. His ivory skin was smooth and taut across his finely sculpted muscles. “Perfection, my dear Erestor, you truly are perfection,” she whispered.

She then hoisted herself upon the table, standing on her knees she then straddled the elf. Her crotch pressed firmly against his now awakened sex. He moaned softly when she deliberately slid her lower body back and forth over his harden desire. T’Pal then pinched his nipples until they hardened under her touch. Bending down, she traced over each stiff nub with her tongue. Erestor whimpered helplessly, his erection throbbing painfully for release. The Amazon queen chuckled silently as she watched the elven advisor to Elrond writhe beneath her with her every touch. “What’s the matter, Erestor? Afraid that I will rape you?” she taunted.

“Please do not do this to me for I have never been with a woman,” he said between heavy breaths. “My lady, I do beg of you not to do this thing to me.” Grabbing the whip from behind her, she cracked it so loudly that its sound echoed throughout the room and Erestor grew silent.

“I will do as I please, elf! I am in control here and your pathetic pleas for mercy will not get you anywhere.” She took the whip and slid the tail of it across his lily-white chest and abdomen. He trembled with fear as the smooth leather snaked across his body. It was a silent warning that if he did not do what he was told that the consequences would be most unpleasant. “Here’s a thought, my elven pet, call me ‘Mistress’ and I may just let you go.”

“Never,” he hoarsely croaked for his sex was now pressed firmly against her crotch. In response, she swiftly backhanded him across the face, drawing blood when his teeth cut his bottom lip. Tears stung his eyes and strangely, his body became even more aroused. Feeling his shaft pulsing and straining against her crotch, T’Pal slid down Erestor’s body until his erection was exposed to the chilly dungeon air. She lightly brushed the tip of his sex and he cried aloud in both pleasure and pain.

“Never, oh and I so thought that you would see things my way. Your lips speak one thing while your body says otherwise. At least your body is seeing things my way, advisor. Just say who owns you and I will make it all better.”

“N-no,” he said again. The Amazon flicked her wrist and the whip struck the edge of the table near his face.

“Trust me when I say I would hate to mar your flawless lily-white skin. However, I will do what it takes to get you to submit to me.”

Erestor took a slow deep breath as his thoughts raced through his mind. He would have negotiated his way out of this situation had his body not betrayed him. All would be fine if he body would do as he commanded. Once again, T’Pal’s gloved hands were sliding all over his body. He heard her hop from her perch on the table and walked across the room. The rattling of chains echoed throughout the dungeon and the feeling of impending doom sat heavily in the pit of his stomach. She walked back to him and unexpectedly freed him of his bonds. However, before he could react, he felt a cold piece of metal pressed to his throat. “Once false move and I will slit your throat fast than you can recite a line of a prayer to the Valar,” she hissed into his ear. Forcing Erestor to his feet, T’Pal wound his silken hair around one hand and pulled his head back so that his throat was bared even more to her blade. Shivers went through his body when his feet touched the cold stone floor. She roughly led him over to the chains she had pulled from their hiding place. The elven advisor did not move a single muscle as the Amazon queen chained his hands above his head. Once she was done, she then violently yanked his hair that his cries echoed for a moment through the room. “That was only a small taste of pain, Erestor. Smart me again and I will make you wish that you were never born.”

After bringing his hair over one shoulder to expose his back, T’Pal then went back over to the table, picked up the whip, and unraveled it. “Who owns you?”

“No one,” he answered firmly. His answer was followed by a swift lash across his shoulder blades. He bit his bloodied bottom lip to keep from screaming. Another vicious lash cut across his back, this time tears flowed from his eyes.

“Tell me who owns you, my pet? Think carefully about your answer before you sp” Er” Erestor sighed heavily, his breathing labored. “Answer me now, elf!”

“No one is my owner,” he answered again. He was determined not to bend to the queen of the Amazons even if it meant his death. Two more lashes rained down upon his back, leaving four red slashes across his upper back. T’Pal dragged the whip along the floor as she raised her, flicked her wrist, throwing the whip with all her might and struck his back once again. This time the lash broke the skin and blood flowed freely down his back in a thick red line. Erestor screamed at the top of his lungs and his tears thoroughly soaked the blindfold. She struck his back three more times, drawing more blood with each lash.

“Being stubborn aren’t you?” she asked as she struck his back full force in rapid succession.

“Please,” he softly whimpered, the beating was getting more and more violent with each lash from T’Pal’s whip.

“Please what, elf?”

“Please, please…mistress,” he finally said.

“Who is your owner?”

“You are, Mistress.”

“Say it louder, Erestor!” she shouted.

“You own me, Mistress!” The elven advisor’s voice echoed off the walls of the dungeon. With that said, T’Pal cast the whip aside, chuckling softly as she walked around to the front of her prisoner.

“Very well said, my pet,” she then said in a soft seductive tone. Erestor bent his head forward, awaiting an unknown fate. Reaching up, she untied the tear-soaked blindfold and slowly pulled it from his eyes. “Look at me, Erestor.” He slowly raised tear-stained face and stared into her dark green eyes. She then took his face into both of her hands and trly rly kissed him upon his soft lips. He groaned when the tips of their tongues met briefly and his body responded eagerly to the awakening desires flowing through his veins as the kiss deepened. When they parted, Erestor let his eyes roam over the Amazon queen’s body.

She wore a black leather corset with small silver buckles going up the front of it. Her muscular arms were encased in black satin over-the-elbow gloves. Her panties were made of the same material as the corset. Black knee high boots completed her dominatrix look. If she was trying ntimntimidate him, it was working for he was deathly afraid to make another move. His breath caught in his throat when she pressed her large bosom firmly against his chest, the erotic sensations going straight to his groin. The tip of his phallus brushed against her leather-clad figure as she circled his pink nipples with her fingers, drawing them to attention. He moaned softly as her slid further and further down hidy. dy. Erestor hissed when she touched his hardened length, slowly squeezing it until he was writhing against her body. “I know you want it, elf. I can feel the heat of your desire pulsing through your veins,” she whispered into his ear. “The only question is will you be a good boy and do as I say?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said breathlessly. “I will be good.”

“Promise, Erestor?”

“I give you my word and my honor, Mistress.”

T’Pal pressed her body even closer against him then flicked her tongue out and licked the side of his neck. Erestor shivered and sighed as she licked down the side of his neck, across his collarbone, then down to his nipples. He bit his bottom lip in an effort to try not to cry out for he was not enjoying what she was doing to him against his will. Agreeing with her was his only option to avoid serious bodily harm for the Amazons were infamous for maiming their lovers if they weren’t satisfied. He did not understand why T’Pal’s behavior suddenly changed. One moment, she was trying to kill and then the next she was dotting on him like an attentive lover. ‘I wonder what her motive is for bring me here?’ he silently thought. ‘She has her choice of men but why did she choose me?’ The elven advisor did not have much time to spend thinking for there was scarcely a moment where she was not teasing and tempting him beyond all his sanity.

“If you want to live, you will do as I say and do everything as I expect it to be done. Is that understood,?”
?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he quietly replied, bowing his head slightly. Kneeling down before him, she cupped his firm buttocks as she licked and bit his inner thighs. He shuddered at the sensations that had lit his body afire as he tried to hold back his screams. ‘This is torture,’ he thought. ‘Why is she teasing me so? If she wishes to ravish me then I wish she would do so and be done with me.’ T’Pal licked dangerously close to his nether region before sliding one hand to fronfront of his thigh then cupped him and slowly began to massage his genitals. Erestor trembled violently, silently murmuring an Elvish prayer that he would not lose control of his body. He clenched and unclenched his fists as wave after wave of intense sexual sensations washed over him. He wanted to cry out and sigh loudly but the fear of losing more than one body part was enough motivation to keep him quiet for the time being. Sweat covering his alabaster skin, stinging the slash marks on his back. After a while, she then arose to her full height, her hand still pressed firmly to his genitals.

“You have been a very good boy, my pet.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he barely managed to whisper for her hand was pressed tightly to the source of his need.

“And since you were very good and did not make one sound, I will reward you for such obedience.” Releasing him then stepping back, the Amazon queen slowly began to unbuckle the leather corset she wore until it slackened enough for her to slide it down her body. Erestor’s eyes widened when he realized what she was intending to do to him. His gaze followed her every move as she removed the underwear then the knee-high boots, only the gloves remained in place. She then pressed her nude body against him and Erestor sighed audibly upon contact. Her skin literally was burning into his flesh. With one gloved hand, she stroked his bare hip and used her free hand to draw his face up to meers. rs. “Feeling a bit guilty about wanting me?” she asked huskily.

Not trusting his voice, Erestor only shook his head in response. His body had won over his mind and he had no choice but to indulge on the two temptations that he spent his life abstaining from; women and sex. “Mistress, may I ask one thing of you?” he asked when he found his voice.

“You may, elf.”

“Can you please free me of my bonds? They are cutting into my flesh.”

“Perhaps later, but first you must prove to me that you are worthy of being freed from your chains,” she said, caressing his cheek with one finger. “Prove to me that you can let go of all your senses and just act on instinct, Erestor.”

Bowing his head slightly, Erestor pressed his lips to T’Pal’s and kissed her deeplhe rhe raked her covered nails over the dying wounds on his back, causing them to bleed again. The tip of his phallus caressed the opening to her body and his breath caught in his throat at the sudden intimate contact. He so wanted to caressed her creamy breasts that were firmly pressed against his chest, his hardened nipples felt as though they were being rubbed raw. In turn, she moaned softly as she tangled her fingers in his silken hair and tugged it slightly until he groaned with pain and pleasure. She could feel the tip of his erection pressing against her cleft, which made her moan with delight. At last, he was willing to be her lover. As they kissed again, T’Pal reached up with one hand and freed one bond then the other. Erestor wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, holding her tightly against him. Slowly they moved down to the floor where she pushed him down on his back then straddled him. Parting her lips with one hand, she slowly eased herself down over his thickness, sighing breathlessly as his shaft pulled and stretched things within her. Once she had all of him sheathed inside of her, she gazed down at the elven advisor then smiled at him. “You have filled me up very well, elf. I would have never suspected that you would be so blessed down below.”

Before Erestor could reply, T’Pal had begun to slide back and forth over his groin and he was at a loss for words. He closed his eyes and murmured in his native tongue while she rode him faster and faster. His breath came out faster and shallower with each movement of her pelvis against his groin. Moving his hands up her sides, Erestor caressed the firm supple mounds of her breasts until nippnipples were tight. She sighed breathlessly for he was pleasing her in a manner than no man had ever done before. His hips rose to meet her every move, their breaths passing between deeper and faster than the next. T’Pal closed her eyes and shudder as she came but Erestor had managed to hold back from coming within her.
Pulling her down to him, he slowly rolled her onto her back then thrust deeply into her at a slow precise pace. He adjusted her hips slightly beneath him until he found her secret pearl and ran his shaft over it until she cried out and small tremors ran through her body. Erestor buried his face against the side of her neck then sunk his teeth into her flesh, nearly drawing blood. Ripping off her gloves, T’Pal raked her nails down his back re-opening the nearly dried wounds on his back and making fresh tracks. Erestor held fast inside of her, allowing to come several times before harm arm seed spilled into her body. Their bodies trembled violently while locked in their sexual embrace. Once again, he bit deeply into her neck until blood began to tickle from the bite wound on the Amazon’s neck. He groaned softly as he collapsed on top of his mistress, still sheathed inside of her.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked between heavy breaths.

“You have brought me both pleasure and pain, elf,” she said, her breaths coming forth just as heavy. “You have proven yourself worthy of my affections.”

Erestor lowered his head down to her breasts then slowly licked each nipple as though he were tasting a fine dessert. T’Pal tangled both hands in his hair and sighed contently while he teased her nipples with his lips, teeth, and tongue. “For an elf who has sworn to be celibate, you certainly know how to please and tease a woman.”

“I have an imagination, my lady, and have read up on the matter as well,” he answered, blowing on the skin wet with saliva. This sent chills down her spine and she pulled his face up to meet hers.

“I would have never suspected that you would read erotica, Erestor. You ys sys seem so proper, pure, and untouchable.”

“Appearance can be deceiving, Mistress.”

“Shall we go another round or two, my pet, or have you had enough of my kind of love?” she then asked.

“As brutally as your kind of love is, I think that I can handle another round just with one exception.”

“Which is?”

“No more chains or whips or clubs. It’s going to take a few days for the bump on the back of my head to go down and the whip marks on my back to heal and fade completely.”

She laughed aloud but stopped when she saw the serious look that his grey eyes held. “I suppose I could tone down on the bedroom violence a bit. But first you must admit that being with me was worth breaking your celibacy, Erestor. You seem so much more relaxed now that you’ve been with a woman.”

Instead of answering, Erestor leaned down and kissed her again as his body ripened once more inside of her. Taking her cue, T’Pal wrapped her arms tightly around his muscular shoulders as the game of pain before pleasure began once again for the Amazon and the elf from Imladris.