Suddenly fingers pinched her nipples, twisting them tightly between a finger and thumb as the tongue reached out and ever so lightly ran along the length of her tender sex, parting the lips and causing a rush of her nectar to flow. She gasped in pleasure, lightning running the length of her body and back again, her body starting to writhe in the bonds, coming so close to reaching that peak of pleasure.
Her mind was a jumble, thoughts racing through her mind like a runaway stallion... "Oh gods don't stop, oh please don't stop, don't stop, just a little more... sooooooooo close... please don't stop... oh gods why is this making me feel this way, but don't stop... just a little more..."
Then... nothing... The fingers and hungry mouth disappeared. Elyndria's struggle against her bonds redoubled, trying to move her body to launch her over the heights she had come even closer to than before. Showing her captors that she wanted more, hating them for stopping so tantalizingly close that her body ached with desire and need.
But there was nothing... no touch... no sound... no movement... just her own panting breath, and her own wild thoughts.
After an eternity, there was a soft whisper, just loud enough to hear. "Soon. You're almost ready, pretty bird. Think about that until I return."
And the room fell silent...
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As she stirred in her sleep, Elyndria felt something strange in her mouth. Actually, it was the absence of something strange that suddenly seemed abnormal to her. As she awoke, she ran her tongue across her lips and realized that the gag that had kept her silent for so long had been removed. Hope rose quickly, only to be abruptly dashed by the feel of the leather straps still holding her arms and legs in place. Still, the sensation of cool air against her lips and tongue, the caress of her tongue against her skin and teeth, no longer constrained by her captors.
There had to be a reason, and a chill ran through her body as she wondered what her captors had in store for her now. They must not be worried about her crying out or screaming or they wouldn't have removed the gag. She wanted to speak or cry out, her fear of punishment and the unknown battling the desire to hear someone, anyone, even her own voice to break the silence that surrounded her as an enveloping shroud.
Finally, she tried to whisper... a faint "Hello?" in a voice that cracked and broke at first. Wetting her lips once more and swallowing deeply, Elyndria tried again. This time, she was rewarded as her voice sounded like her own. "Hello?" she spoke again, just a bit louder as she sought out some contact with another person. She repeated herself over and over, each time listening intently, trying to discern any sound or movement in response to her queries. "Is there anyone there? Please answer me... anyone?"
Sinking down inside herself once more, she couldn't decide which had been worse – not being able to speak at all, or being able to speak and communicate only to be answered by more nothingness. She drifted back in and out of sleep, her body and mind numb from the lack of stimulation, alone and silent in an empty room.
"Hello, pretty bird."
She felt like she was in a dream, and she tried to drive herself deeper into it but the voice wouldn't let her. The VOICE! Suddenly every nerve was taut and she was vibrantly aware, seeking out the voice again, to assure her it hadn't just been her imagination playing tricks on her again, deluding her that someone else was there with her.
"Hello, pretty bird." The voice repeated itself softly from somewhere above her head. Are you happier with your gag removed?"
"Yes" she replied in a voice that was almost a whisper.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you... and if I can't hear you, then there's no point in leaving you ungagged, is there?"
"Yes, I am happier without the gag..." she managed to get out in a voice that almost sounded normal.
"And...?" The undertone of threat or menace was thick beneath that one simple word, as her captor awaited something more from her.
Her mind raced frantically as she tried to figure out what he wanted her to say. With a flash of insight, she blurted out, "Thank you. Thank you for removing the gag."
"Much better, pretty bird. Much, much better. I was beginning to think I'd have to start all over with your instruction."
"No... you don't have to start again. Please... What do you want? What do you want me to do?"
"From this point... you'll remain ungagged, as long as you do as you're told. You will not speak unless directed to, by me or one of my servants. Is that understood?"
"Yes, but..."
A strong hand reached out and gripped her jaw, snapping her mouth closed so abruptly she almost bit her tongue. "There are no 'buts' permitted. There is only obedience. Or there is punishment." The hand released its tight grip but she could still feel the fingers underneath her chin. "Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" Once again the tone of underlying threat and menace returned to the question, dripping from those two brief words.
"Yes, I understand." She trembled as she spoke the words, but at the same time, there was a strange tingling running through her body as he held her, and spoke to her in such a way.
"Very good, pretty bird... think on your lesson until I return."
She could hear the sound of footsteps walking away from her, and the silence once again wrapped its arms around her.
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