Servant of the Undead

"I've been naughty."

The room was large, big enough to accommodate a bed piled high with pillows and blankets and a sitting area. The stove in the corner was larger than Mattie's, the heat more intense. A cabinet hung on the wall near a gold velvet wing-backed chair where a man sat, his legs splayed, his erect cock in his hands. A low table covered with an array of tin mugs and jars of herbs was beside the chair. Lanterns hung from the high ceiling, one on each side of him, casting shadows.

The man was lean and pale, with a shaved head and row of earrings outlining one ear. An outline of stubble shadowed his jaw and cheeks. His chest was bare, light-brown leather pants shoved halfway down his thighs. Leather ties dangled below his balls. The man continued stroking his dick, his biceps and forearms flexing as he glided his fingers up and down. He was looking into a large wooden cage, across from him.

Locked inside, beyond the wooden slats, lay Rachelle.

Hayden moved as far forward as the chain would allow, then strained against it, feeling the metal cut into his neck. But he kept pulling.

"She's a fine piece of ass."

Hayden twisted to look at the man, wincing when the neck ring cut into his flesh.

"Mattie made me promise to wait, and I have, but as you can see..." The man nodded down, "The wait is getting difficult." He palmed his tip, squeezed, dropped his head back and moaned.

"Like you don't have enough to satisfy you?" Mattie pointed at Rachelle. "You can use any of them. Why her?"

The man opened his dark eyes, rolled his head to the side and looked at Mattie through half-closed lids. "Aren't you supposed to be dealing with the problem?"

Wind howled. A branch cracked and hit the roof.

"Hayden, this place is awesome. Check it out." Rachelle got up and paced along the rails. Wearing a fur cloak like the one Mattie had given him, she pulled on the wooden slats, twisting and jerking. The cloak fell open, exposing her bare breasts.

"I'm Matthew's captive," she said, her voice husky, playful. She turned toward Hayden. "I've been naughty. Matthew put me in here so I can be punished."

Mattie moved away from Matthew, her movements stiff.

Rachelle raised her hands and turned around. The cloak was split up the back to reveal a sliver of her bare ass. She arched her back and wiggled her hips. "I'm a bad, bad girl, Hayden. What are you going to do about it?" She laughed and spun, her mouth a circle of wickedness.

"I think she likes it here, Hayden. I hope you don't plan on ruining her fun." Matthew started rubbing his dick again. "I sure as hell hope you aren't planning on ruining mine."

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