(OOC: I agree wholeheartedly with my fellow writer about erotic writing.  I will edit my own texts if we are requested to do so..)


Kyrinn had seldom found himself fearful of anyone or anything.  But when his new captor caught her servants serving him, he was sure that punishment was due all around.  Instead, he found himself being stimulated into [i]service[/i] and mounted by the one young woman named Krina.  There was no refusing to participate in Tanna's little [i]practice session[/i]. Kyrinn's body reacted without his permission to the girl's actions.

Of course, why would he want to refuse?  Krina was obviously well practiced at this facet of her service to her Lady, and it wasn't long before Kyrinn was groaning out in euphoria and falling back into his tilted seat, his chest heaving, his core tingling.  He'd kept his eyes upon his lover the entire time they were [i]as one[/i], and only after it was over and Krina had [i]dismounted[/i] did Kyrinn finally look to Tanna again, finding she had been studying the two of them with seemingly great interest. 

After the two girls were excused, Tanna told him he could keep his cock and balls if he [i]entertained[/i] well tonight.  He shrugged his shoulders and moved his arms and legs as best he could within the confines of the shackles, asking, "I would be able to do so more easily and more successfully if I were not chained as I am."

Kyrinn knew his captor wasn't about to permit him to be unshackled in a celebration filled with men and women responsible for the defeat of the army in which he served.  Her wordless, studying stare of him led Kyrinn to alter his request, "May I at least be permitted a short walk around the tents, [i]in[/i] shackles if you prefer.  I am in pain and stiffening.  My [i]performance[/i] would be enhanced, m'lady."

She gave no answer to his request, but when the other servant returned, he was given food and ale as their Mistress again returned to her bed.  Beat, exhausted, and sexually satisfied to boot, Kyrinn actually managed to drift off to sleep, despite his awkward situation.  

He awoke with a start some time later to find four soldiers unshackling him from the poles and stakes, shackling him again wrists-to-ankles, and taking him outside.  He was allowed to walk about, to again eat drink, and to take a crap in a nearby [i]shit pit[/i].  And all the while, he was surrounded by guards with spears or swords.

Just when he thought he was being taken back inside again, Kyrinn found himself standing in a short but wide tub, stripped of his hide, and being washed more completely by Krina and Madley.  This time, they used scented water, and after drying him off, coated his muscular body with oils that made his dark skin glisten in the last vestiges of the day's light.

Then, he was back inside and shackled in his chair, his arms wide, his legs separated a bit.  This time, though, the curtain was pulled closed.  He couldn't see the men and women who began filling the tent.  A guard standing on his side of the curtain repeatedly shifted his attention between Kyrinn and the gathering.

There was no way of knowing how long it would be before he was revealed to the celebration guests as their [i]entertainment.[/i]