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that treacherous tool and although he
    tried to will it otherwise, he began to burn for release—a release he knew would shame him and give his
    tormentor even more control over him.
    “Feel the juices wanting to spurt, Commander,” Lord Charles said in a soft, mesmerizing voice. “You
    want the relief. You know you do.”
    It was more than just the humiliation of his position, of a total stranger putting hand to his private parts
    that sickened Sierran. It was that he could do nothing to stop the outcome that was sure to mortify him.
    Tears gathered in his eyes and ran down his temples into his hair. His chest was shuddering in his effort to
    hold the climax at bay and when he realized he could not, that the man stroking him would win, his tears
    increased, flooding his eyes to make his lips quiver behind the gag.
    “That’s it, Commander. Let go,” Lord Charles ordered gently, his hand moving quickly, fingers
    tightening and letting go, sliding and dragging down. “Release your juices.”
    When it came, the climax nearly shattered Sierran’s sanity. He hated it with every ounce of his being and
    he hated the disloyal shaft that had allowed him to be abused, to be manhandled in such a base way.
    “See?” the Dungeon Master said, releasing him. “That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”
    Sobbing like a child, Sierra was so ashamed, he turned his head away.
    “There, there,” Lord Charles said, patting his shoulder in a fatherly, consoling way. “I’ll give you a few
    moments before we begin on your thigh. You rest now.”
    His tormentor moved away, the sound of his footsteps climbing the steps the only relief Sierran knew
    he’d find that night or day—he had no idea which it was and had only a vague sense that a week had
    passed.
    Loathing himself, hating the man who had shamed him, brought him to such utter disgrace, Sierran lay
    there and cried, hearing nothing but the plop-plop-plop of water dripping in the recesses of the dungeon.
    * * *
    Celeste looked up from her embroidery as her father entered her room. She smiled, her eyes glowing at
    the sight of him, and laid the tapestry in her lap.
    “Are you ready for supper, Precious?” her father asked, holding out a hand to her.
    “Aye, Papa,” she said and secretly rejoiced that she would not have to spend another night alone in her
    room eating her supper. She got up and took his hand.
    Lord Charles brought his beloved daughter’s hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “You are the very light
    of my day, Anna Celeste,” he said, tucking her hand in the crook of his arm.
    “And you have made mine with your presence,” she said. She laid her head on her father’s shoulder.
    Escorting her from the room and down the long, gracious stairs to the dining room where he had ordered
    the cook to prepare all of his daughter’s favorite foods, Charles Henry Allen was in a very good mood.
    He had undertaken a very successful day and though he had thought to return to his task after the meal,
    he decided he would much prefer having Celeste play the pianoforte for him to while away the hours until
    bed time.
    “How was your day, Papa?” Celeste asked as her father held her chair for her.
    “Very productive,” her father replied. “I accomplished a great deal today.”
    “I am happy to hear it,” she said as he seated himself.
    “Yes, I believe I had a major breakthrough with my patient today,” Lord Charles said. He shook out his
    napkin and laid it gracefully in his lap. “It is so rewarding to make noticeable headway.”
    Celeste believed her father worked in a clinic in town, ministering to the ill and was very proud of him.
    Many were the nights when messengers came to the door to awaken him, to ask his assistance and
    though she hated that his rest was disturbed, she knew he was thoroughly dedicated to his profession.
    “May I ask what ails him?” she asked.
    “So many things, my dear,” her father said with a heartfelt sigh. “I really