Well I was as you would say stimulated from this act of domination. (Have I mentioned I am very much intrigued by submission?) The only thing different about this torture devise was that it was lined with spikes (to fit my need for blood) and yes I was bleeding which I enjoyed even more. Now at this time I had been turned upside down and he was watching me with my blood dripping down my white tank top and bare legs. But it seemed this didn’t satisfy him and he ordered his guards (who in my dream where darkly tanned hulks of muscle; which I don’t like) to strip me. Now I didn't want to be touched by those greasy, brainless monsters, so I began begging for him to do it himself. He laughed at my hopelessness, which made me even more desperate for him. Finally he came over to me and slid his hand against a streak of blood on my inner thigh. Proceeding to lick his fingers, chuckling. He orders for me to be turned right side up. I was then face to face with my "rival". And he was glaring at me with seducing hatred. He brought up his hand to my chest and pressed my against the spikes forcing them inside my flesh. I was moaning in pain and pleasure as I saw his. He wanted me and I knew it. He looked overwhelmed with all that he could do to me but was baffled as he noticed I was looking at him up and down. He was aroused, and slightly blushing despite his powerful position. This made him angry that I knew I was his weakness. His hand was still on my chest with the spikes still digging deeper into my spine. He summoned for me to be placed on a stone table nearby. His minions had to practically rip me off the wheel. My flesh throbbing, dripping with blood mixing with my sweat. Then they threw me against the stone as if I was a just a corpse. Dismissing them with a wave of his hand, my captor left us alone to do as he wished with me. He commanded me to take my clothing off. I smiled wickedly at him, forcing him to move back some what frightened. I struggled to my feet upon the slab of stone now stained with my blood. I gave him a small strip tease, as he looked up at me in both awe and anger. He was the one who had taken me over, but I was seducing him into my power. When I was bare, I laid myself back down with my legs spread facing him. He was sweating uncontrollably with his lips pressed hard against each other. He couldn't take this. He came over me and I brought my head up to kiss him forcefully. "He’s mine,” I thought. But I was stricken with a sharp pain across my face; he had slapped me. I moaned at the sting, which confused him and aroused him even more. He brought his lips back to mine and his tongue as well. Locked on me, kissing me passionately, as if trying to burn off his lustful emotions. His hands were upon me, as I had wanted. Against my chest, caressing the globes of flesh in his fingers. I felt the bulge in his pants rub between my legs, my crotch already dripping with passion. He was over me and wanted to be inside me more than anything. Rubbing me raw with the friction of his pants against me. I struggled his pants off and felt him, rock hard slide, into me. Off came his shirt with his burning chest pressed against mine. It was wild; he ecstasy driving me insane. He was fucking me harshly, I couldn't tell if the shoots of pain where from his thrusts or the puncture wounds in my back. We fell to the floor rolling in the dirt and gravel of the crude little cell. I was on top of him now and got up pinning his hands under my feet. I was dripping desire down my legs as I ran my hands over it. Covering my digits, soaking them. I ran them over my body, my chest, and my neck my hair leaving moist trails where my fingers had been. He was growling in pleasure. I went down on my knees over his face bringing his head between my legs, when he started to lick at me ferociously.

I was screaming in blinding bliss when suddenly my head his the ground and he forced himself into me again fucking me with a primordial crudeness. But this wasn’t enough for him. He got up pulling me to my knees his hands like vices on my shoulders ordering me to suck him, his organ dripping with my come and his inches from my face.

A flare of malice shot through my eyes and a rush of strength went through my legs as I brought him to the ground in one swift kick. He screamed in rage and got to his feet about to punch me when I locked his lips on mine. Urging him to move backwards slowly until he was pressed firmly against that horridly painful medieval wheel. Feeling those sharp needles sink into his back, I let go of his lips, sending a flurry of punches at his face, and chest sending his skull deeper and deeper into the spikes. I stopped only when I saw his eyes roll back into his head and his body go limp. I small trail of blood trickled from his lips, which I scooped up with a finger and licked it clean with a sly grin. I let out a sigh and picked his clothes off the ground, I had won. As the large oaken door of the cell swung open with a swoosh, his guards whirled around to find me cloaked in their masters apparel and walking towards them. Gingerly I told them that their master may need a shower and gave them a flirtatious wink as I passed them by. Laughing half heartedly as I heard them stubble towards the cell doors.