Servant and Master

Merlin jerked awake, disoriented. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. Slowly, he became aware of the throbbing pain in his left shoulder just above his heart. His arms were stretched above his head and attached to something preventing him from lowering his arms, his feet barely touching the floor. He tried to focus his thoughts in order to figure out how to loose his self but the effort proved too great for his exhausted and savaged body. He trudged through the memories of the last two days until finally remembering he had been injured in battle. Using magic, he caused a rock slide to protect Arthur who was trying to fend off a slew of attackers and having no chance until Merlin separated Arthur from them with the avalanche. He was left lying helpless on the side with the enemy and expecting a quick death but they had taken him hostage instead. Merlin remembered passing out from the pain in his shoulder shortly after and that was all he remembered until now.

"Merlin... finally decided to return to the land of the living, have we?" A female voice cooed at him.

Merlin jerked his head up and focused on the sound of the voice that could only belong to one woman. "What do you want with me Morgana; you know I'll never betray anything that could harm Arthur!"

"Now, now, Merlin, don't be so hasty. There are lots of ways to get a person to tell you the things you want. I don't understand your loyalty to Arthur; you know your nothing but a lowly servant to his arrogant arse."

"I don't expect you to understand anything about loyalty Morgana."

"Don't think I don't understand loyalty Merlin just because I've got no one left to be loyal to. Now, I can make it as pleasant or as nasty as you want. Although, forgive me if I am secretly hoping you'll choose the hard way." With that Morgana pushed her fingers into Merlin's wound on his shoulder until a scream was ripped from his lungs, the pain was so intense.

Morgana raised her bloody fingers to her lips and licked at the salty blood that belonged to Merlin, a cruel smirk on her perfectly sculpted lips. Merlin was trying to put on a brave face but she could tell he was scared and his scream had a surprising but not unpleasant side effect on her. At the sound of his agony she had felt a throb between her thighs and could now feel her own pulse beating in that secret spot between her legs. To test her theory she drew back and smacked Merlin, hard across the face. At his grunt and seeing the small trickle of blood from his nose, the pulsing sped up.

"Oh, this is going to be fun. Poor helpless Merlin... He's got no Prince to come to his rescue this time." Morgan laughed cruelly and grabbed a wicked looking dagger from the dilapidated table next to where Merlin was hanging.

Merlin saw her brandish the knife teasingly. Just when he thought she meant to run him through with it, she merely began to cut away at his clothes in a frenzied manner. Morgana continued until he was left hanging and completely naked before her.

Merlin was mortified at his predicament. No one other than his mother had ever seen him so completely exposed and not since he was a child. He tried twisting and turning in his bindings to turn away from her but he could only turn a short distance in either direction.

Morgana laughed again, "Oh my Merlin, what have we here?" She used the knife to lift his member from the bed of curls it was nestled in. He went stock still. That blade was sharp as she had just proven and he had no desire to die by having his cock sliced from his body.

"What's your game Morgana? Just kill me and be done with this foolishness." Merlin becoming scared of what she was about to do was hoping he could goad her into providing him with a quick death at least.

Morgana ignored him and continued to study his naked form with critical eyes. She dropped his prick back into the nest of curls and lightly pressed the tip of the blade into his lower abdomen, even with his hips, and began to slowly circle him dragging the blade tip across his skin as she went. Three times the blade broke the skin as she made a full circle around him and each time he gasped in air but managed to remain as stoic as possible under the circumstances. Blood began to trickle down from the small cuts in his skin leaving behind a waspish sting making him wince. The last cut was just as she was finishing her circle and was right above his pubis so that he could feel the blood run into his hair there making it itch.

Morgana was impressed with what she saw. She had never given Merlin much thought as far as a sexual creature but looking at him now she had to reevaluate her estimation of him. His baggy clothes hid a leanly muscled body, the sculpted lines under the skin beautiful enough to rival any artist's rendering. His chest was smooth and hairless. There was a thin line of dark hair that started below the belly button leading downward, almost teasing in what you might find if you were brave enough to take its trail. The muscles of his stomach, although not bulging, were clearly defined and they made a most enticing descending V, again entreating anyone looking to continue the downward sweep of their gaze.

Raking her eyes up to Merlin's face, Morgana appraised his features with a new eye. The full pouty lips, prominent cheekbones, artesian nose, the eyes so blue they rivaled the sky on a hot July day, and all that capped off with a mop of thick, black as night, curls that fell in disarray around his features. Merlin could have easily been a model for one of the Greek statues she had an opportunity to see while traveling near the South Seas.

Merlin watched as Morgana studied him and saw her eyes travel down to land obviously on his manhood. He felt the heat of a blush rush across his cheeks as she continued to stare him. Even more mortifying, as if his prick could tell it was under investigation, it began to stir in its nest. Oh my God no, Merlin frantically thought even as his body responded not heeding the will of his brain. The blood rushed to Merlin's face anew just as it rushed downward to make him stand erect for Morgana's faithless eyes.

"My, my, my, Merlin..." Morgana reached out and grabbed his erect cock in a strong grip giving him a squeeze.

The traitorous thing responded by pulsing in her hand eager to please. Morgana, still gripping his prick, closed the short distance between them until she had her lips pressed to his ear.

"You have a new master now serving boy..." Morgana emphasized her words by jerking back his cock and suddenly releasing it so that it snapped back and smacked his belly with a loud slap in the otherwise quiet room. Merlin felt the sticky wetness that spurted from the fluid that had begun to pool at the tip across his belly and he hung his head in shame trying to hide his disgrace.

Morgana's cruel laughter was the last thing he heard as she stepped back and flung a wave of magic at him, rendering him unconscious.