III

Right, no time to waste!

Fighting his horny impulses was torturous, fighting against his bonds... impossible. The moans and the sighs of her other slaves echoed within his cell, only giving rise to new obscene ideas regarding what she had in store for him.

Norn had Keyaru tightly bound and so he wasn't even able to rise, even to his knees. His thrashes didn't help the situation but, Keyaru being Keyaru, he could not fight his rising temper any more so than he could his bonds. Growing agitated removed any kind of concentration that he might have had.

Just as he would start rising in his pathetically bound form, the irritation and frustration of his predicament came banging on his mind. Then he would simply fall to the floor and his rage would begin anew.

"Fjgck." He swore into his gag. "Fjgck. Fjgck."

With both his patience and strength ebbing away, it was becoming clear to Keyaru that he would probably not be able to get away this time. The whole situation was becoming rather oppressive upon his mind. Desperation had settled in and, as he heard the click of her boot heels getting closer it turned into pathetic whimpers of both horniness and rage. His pants had only a little more dignity than the rest of her collection.

It was an unwinnable battle...

He understood. Keyaru had lost, he was beaten, and the fact was slowly settling into both his mind and heart. It was a bleak reality that he simply could not accept, yet the facts were against him.

Hope was supposed to be the privilege he should have stolen from Norn, not the other way around. He was cunning, resourceful, a fighter with the highest mental fortitude he had ever seen.

So how was this possible?!

"Fjgck." He seethed into his gag again as the sound of Norns approach grew closer. He was shaking as the two instincts of pleasure and fight for survival battled within him.

No! No, no,no!!!

But then, it all stopped for a single dreadful second. The door to his cold cell opened and there she stood. He looked directly at her feet, clad in tight, brown, leather knee high boots.

"My, my, my, how naughty you have become." Norn chuckled to herself haughtily. "What would have happened if I was gone for a longer period of time?"

The amusement in Norn's voice was infuriating and he thrashed at her feet yet again. Forcefully, she stomped upon his head with a humiliating chuckle, pressing his face upon the hard floor. It was exactly then, when the rage subsided and turned into the same masochistic pleasure that he felt before.

"Or..." She mused and placed her finger thoughtfully upon her chin. "Could it be that you could not wait for me to come back, so you eagerly crawled after me?"

Keyaru gritted his teeth but, despite himself, the rage simply would not come. He was trapped in his body, a shell that was slowly filling with pleasure. The anger within him did try to battle the fear and the masochistic yearning, but it was to no avail.

The worst part was that he had never felt like that before. It was a completely new feeling, tied utterly to Norn.

"But it really is time to start your training." The princess announced and walked over Keyaru, the leather of her well polished boots creaking with every step. She grabbed his legs and pulled him back inside of his cell, slamming the door shut with her boot.

As he was drawn to a halt, Norn threw her bag of toys upon the iron table next to him. The metallic clack of instruments and other horrific things made him jump with fear.

"Nghhhh." He screamed after the startling noise, bucking against the bonds. Keyaru turned and looked up and Norn's satisfied face. The princess was in no hurry, no rush, she simply stood there and smiled down upon him. Her victim. Her toy.

"While I do find you adorable in this state as well, your punishment does need to begin. Remember that any struggling is encouraged as it makes it all the more fun for me. I want the moment when your eyes turn from rage to love, one I remember for a long time after I discard you."

Discard me?! What the hell is she talking about? Doesn't she want to train me and make me hers? What about the others trapped in her dungeon?

His thoughts and fears must had been plastered all over his face as Norn laughed gleefully.

"Silly, did you really think I would be keeping you like the rest? After I break you I will enjoy you for a while, but you will be sold at some point. I have so many friends that want to play with you."

Her tone, though cheerful, was so casual, as if she was talking about selling a... a...

toy...

He hurled mental insults at Norn but that only infuriated him further as he was unable to say a thing. Satisfied with herself Norn turned to the table of her fetish toys.

"Now, time to tie you up earnestly and for our little game to begin." She said and her smile grew wider.

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