At full strength, the Infeys had many special abilities. Ylre didn't know all of them, though as their direct servant he should have. Unfortunately, he hadn't had the chance to get to know them better. He knew that their healing was incredibly powerful, he knew that they had a strong relationship with all living creatures, he knew that they could manipulate the luck of ordinary people. He knew that they could take anyone luck and move it between some people. And he knew that they cannot give their own luck to anyone besides their protector. Never.

Generally, when Luck deemed it necessary to replace one of the highest Infey, it was permitted to make a new one. After his birth, it was only a matter of time before he was assigned a middle-class protector. Supreme Infey inherited his predecessor's luck and became the guardian of his share of luck in the world.

Ylre knew why the supreme Infey couldn't give his luck to any of the common people, but for a long time he didn't understand why the connection with their protectors was allowed. It took him some time to realize that unlike ordinary people, their existence didn't really matter...that they weren't actually considered living beings by luck. When the Supreme Infey gave his protector a portion of his luck, he became his slave in the sense of the word, although it wasn't called like that.

He lived only for him, he was there only for him, his life depended only on him. And if his supreme Infey realized that he no longer wanted his faithful protector, that he wanted another one or simply stopped being interested in him, he could take his luck back.

Giving luck to the middle-class Infey was like creating a connection between the source of luck in the supreme Infey and his protector. However, although they both drew from the same source, it was up to the main owner whether he would really lend it to his guard. But if he took it from him, it meant the end for his protector.

As a protector, Ylre knew these basic rules, but he knew that wasn't the case with Rue. Although he was of the highest class, he was the only one of them whose connection with luck was limited as part of his punishment. He wasn't able to use it anymore, it was like he didn't even have any luck. And since most of the abilities the Infey possessed were related to their connection to the source of luck, Ylre had no idea which abilities Rue still had.

That's why he wasn't even surprised when Rue's injury didn't heal much. It wasn't like when a normal person was injured, the bleeding stopped almost immediately by itself and more or less healed anatomically, but the ugly wound still remained. It didn't threaten Infey in any way, but it must have been quite painful.

Ylre just sat beside him on the carriage, staring at Rue's severed arm, which he ignored as if he didn't care about his injuries at all.

"Don't you want to go to the village and treat your wound?" he asked.

"No need," Rue smiled, "it's not deep."

However, Ylre had the impression that Rue wouldn't go even if it was really deeper, so he was only thinking about how to convince him. Although he knew that some infection wouldn't kill him, it clearly could weaken him.

Ylre sighed deeply, looked at the bunch of tied up guys on the side of the road that they couldn't let go. He then shifted his gaze to the place where he had buried the guy he had killed a while ago, as Rue had looked quite uncompromising when he suggested it.

They only sat for a while before the owner of the carriage finally returned from the village. As soon as he saw the scene in front of him, he quickened his pace and looked at them in shock:

"What happened here? You were just supposed to guard the carriage?!" he shouted.

"We did just that, a beautiful expression of gratitude," Ylre glared at him mockingly.

"How? It's broken...What is this supposed to be? Where did the sacks of potatoes go?" he looked around, "Can't you see they're all over the ground?! Where are the rest of the things?!" he shouted.

"Calm down," Ylre glared at him, "if you were here alone, it would cost you life. I told you that this is not the right way, one more word and I will bury you too." he nodded behind him, where the guy saw a makeshift memorial with a bouquet of meadow flowers for the thief.

The guy blinked in surprise and glanced at the bunch of tied up guys before he looked at Ylre suspiciously, "Did you kill someone?" He couldn't believe it.

"I won't let them kill us I guess," Ylre said as Rue joined in.

"It was an unfortunate accident," he said, "we were defending the goods." he clarified, though being outnumbered wasn't usually a problem for him.

"Idiots!" the businessman ran up to the guys and aggressively kicked one of them, "Idiots! Do you know how much work I will have because of you?!" he yelled for a moment before walking back to the carriage in exasperation, "I'm going to call the guards," he stated.

"Guards?" Rue asked, since he didn't know if they should avoid them, "Are we still traveling today? It's getting dark."

"No...I wanted to, but no...we'll settle down for the night in the village, I have an acquaintance there," he said.

"At least we know where you were hanging out while we were ambushed," Ylre remarked.

"Where should we go?" Rue smiled, "By the time you report them, we'd get the carriage there." He said.

"I don't know if I can trust you," the guy frowned.

"If we wanted to take something from you, we wouldn't be here. Moron." Ylre glared at him.

"Shut up, you bastard...I'm pissed off enough without your bullshit...if you don't want to sleep in the woods, better behave yourself," he growled.

"I don't mind being in the forest. But you could be more polite to us, after all, thanks to us, you have some goods left." Rue smiled softly, after which the merchant gave them a confused look as the Rues golden eyes and his deep tone sent a shiver down his spine.

After a while he sighed, "I get it, I get it," he declared, "judt walk to the end of the main street, don't turn until you reach the Yellow vineyard...two houses to the left is a tall house." he clarified.

"Thank you," Rue smiled and moved to the front of the carriage. He wanted to take the reins of the horses, but Ylre was already holding them.

Ylre caught a glimpse of the merchant and after a moment's thought made his way into the village. He just casually glanced at the torn piece of clothing, through which Rue's ugly wound could be seen, and frowned displeasedly. No matter what Rue said, he didn't intend to let this go.

***

As Nielle walked into his chambers and stopped at his desk, Shane wondered what else he wanted from him today. He clearly didn't have the energy for any sexual, physical or psychological violence, let alone trying to convince Nielle to let him sleep, as he knew he wouldn't succeed.

Nielle just went to one of the drawers, took out a small bag and walked out of the room: "Wait here," he commanded Shane as if he was a dog.

Shane sighed deeply and raised an eyebrow in surprise after making sure that Nielle had indeed left the room. Shane didn't feel comfortable abou Nielle leaving him in his bedroom unattended when he knew he was after something. Still Shane took the opportunity and made his way over to Nielle's desk and casually tried opening his drawers.

The first one was open, there were several bags in it, which when he examined, he found only regular money. One of the bags was his, so he took money out of it and put it in his pocket. He then took a little bit from each remaining bag and replenished his own, creating the impression that nothing had disappeared. He then put them all back together.

Since the money was his, it wasn't theft, and Shane wasn't going to be in this country penniless. Subsequently, he moved to the second drawer, which was closed, then to another but without result. He went to the other side, where he tried the same procedure, but all but one, full of files, were locked.

Sighing, he looked around the room trying to find a key somewhere, but knowing that Nielle wouldn't leave him alone for long, he wasn't going to try his luck today. He was in no condition for deeper investigation. That's why he just stood back where he was standing and waited for a while before he didn't feel like it anymore and sat down on the bed next to him.

He waited for a moment, wondering what Nielle was going to do and why he left him here, before his head spun and he leaned back gently. He touched his neck with his fingers, which was throbbing strangely, and took a deep breath. He was really exhausted, so after a few minutes of waiting, he stopped resisting the urge and lay down on the bed.

He let out a soft breath at how comfortable it was. Nothing like the one in yesterday's torture chamber and nowhere near the one he got in the Lacrisan room upstairs. He could always fall asleep anywhere, but that didn't change the fact that he was comfortable now.

He slowly closed his eyelids and relaxed a bit since it didn't look like Nielle was watching him and intended to run into the room as soon as he did something. He didn't intend to fall asleep, he just wanted to rest a bit, but despite his efforts, he dozed off exhausted within a few minutes. It's just a shame that Nielle clearly didn't intend to let him sleep.

***

Ylre felt as if someone was watching them. From the time they entered the village, as they walked down the street until they stopped at the Yellow wine bar, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring at them. However, no matter where he looked, he saw no one, only normal people. He didn't even see the guards on the way.

"Strange village," he remarked.

"You think so?" Rue looked around, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"We're walking down the main street, but there's no guard," he remarked.

"It doesn't have to be in every village," Rue said, continuing to walk to the left of the wine bar.

"Didn't he just say a moment ago that he was going to call them?" Ylre remarked, "But we didn't see any guard going in his direction." he said.

"True," he nodded.

"Also, I find it strange that he willingly stayed alone with a bunch of bandits...tied up, but still..." Ylre added.

"We'll deal with it when it comes down to it...oh look, we are here." Rue stopped in front of a tall house.

"Teahouse?" Ylre didn't understand why would the merchant direct them here.

"Is it possible to sleep in the teahouse," Rue asked, ,,Hi, luck with you," he stopped a guy who was just passing by and looked at them inconspicuously, "Would you watch the carriage for us for a moment, we need to go in and ask something." he smiled.

When the man nodded, they went inside, where the pleasant smell of a mixture of teas hit their noses. They stopped at a counter and Ylre, finding the whole place suspiciously tense, said, "Strange smell... do you sell anything else besides teas?"

The man behind the counter looked at them: "You are in a tea shop, only medicines and teas...do you want some?"

Since Ylre didn't seem in the mood to be polite, Rue took the initiative and briefly explained to the man the situation. Fortunately, the guy seemed to understand and had one of his helpers move the carriage to the back of the store behind the warehouse. For now, he led them upstairs, where some of the employees lived, to one smaller room.

"We have nothing better," he said.

"Thank you," Rue smiled and looked at Ylre, "really nice people."

Ylre sighed, "I don't know about that...I can smell blood everywhere," he remarked.

"Blood?" Rue asked in confusion.

"Nothing, you don't have to worry," he added, looking at Rue's injured shoulder that needed healing or bandaging. However, not knowing how to convince him, he chose option number one.

Rue noticed where he was looking, to which he only smiled gently and lightly covered his wound with his clothes: "Do you think we can get a bath here somewhere?"

"Bath?" Ylre wondered, "Some villages have baths...and there are lakes nearby."

"I'll ask," Rue said, walking out of the room.

"Wait," Ylre objected, "let's ask elsewhere."

"Where?" Rue didn't understand why.

"In that Yellow wine bar. Don't you feel like having a drink with me?" he suggested.

"Wine...I haven't had wine in a long time," he stated.

"I invite you," Ylre smiled.

Since Rue had no reason to object, they went to the wine bar. Ylre's strange feeling didn't disappear, but since there wasn't a clear threat, he didn't deal with it for now and entered the bar. It wasn't as spacious as the inn in the capital, but since half of the business was focused on wine production and only offered a few tables for customers, it was quite luxurious for a village.

He walked over to the counter where the winemaker was bottling drinks and waiting for potential customers.

"Luck with you," Rue greeted cheerfully.

"Luck with you," the winemaker didn't even look up, "what will it be?"

"Red from Equil, the older the better," Ylre said.

"Ours is the best," the winemaker objected.

"The best is what I see fit...Red, Equil," Ylre repeated, whereupon the winemaker snorted in displeasure and went into the cellar to get an unusual drink, leaving the pair alone.

"Do you have a knowledge in wines?" Rue asked, impressed by what Ylre knew.

"As in everything," Ylre laughed and added, "at the back there is a free table, could you go there to take a seat? I'll bring the wine." he said.

"I will wait." Rue nodded and made his way to the table while Ylre waited for the winemaker. Luckily he didn't wait long and when he finally got the bottle he ordered he paid and asked for two glasses.

"And I will buy one knife," he added.

,,Buy it? We are not a blacksmith shop," he clarified.

"It doesn't matter, you have a knife, don't you?" he said.

The winemaker rolled his eyes and sold the knife to Ylre for an exorbitant price.

As the winemaker again began to ignore him and attend to his duties, Ylre slowly opened the bottle of wine and poured a similar amount of the drink into two glasses. Placing the bottle on the counter, he looked behind at Rue, who was just contentedly waiting for him. He smiled gently and took the knife in his hand. Looking at Rue with his back turned, he cut his palm and placed his hand over one of the glasses.

"Luckily," he whispered as drops of his blood dripped into the wine and dissolved into its burgundy color. As that one word escaped his lips, letting his luck voluntarily leave his veins, a warming sensation filled his inner being.

After a moment, he clenched his palm, let the blood drip into the glass for a few seconds, and slowly pulled it away. He took out a piece of cloth from his pocket, pressed it against the bloody wound and bandaged it.

He took the glasses from the counter along with the bottle of wine and walked with them to the table where Rue was waiting,

"Here it is." he said and placed a glass of wine with his own blood in front of Rue.

"I don't know what the Wine in Equil tastes like," he remarked.

"It's the best...it's the original wine... the first wineries were from where Equil is today," Ylre said, gently lifting the glass, as Rue followed suit and made a toast.

Ylre watched as Rue drank and after a while did so himself. Rue didn't seem to notice anything strange, so he just smiled softly.

"Does it taste good?" Ylre asked. He knew that the blood filled with luck, especially the luck in his veins, would be deliciously sweet.

"It's very similar to one I used to drink," Rue nodded, "only it's sweeter. A bit familiar and warming...it will sound strange, but it tastes like home. "

Ylre smiled contentedly: "It's probably of better quality."

"It is," Rue nodded and looked at Ylre's bandaged hand, "what happened to you?"

"Nothing, just a scratch," he said.

"Were you hurt during the fight?" he asked.

"Maybe," Ylre laughed, "it will heal."

"Do lacrisans heal quickly?" he asked with interest.

Ylre thought, "Definitely faster than the Rinselans...depends on luck," he said.

"Do you have enough luck?" Rue blinked.

Ylre nodded, "So much I don't know what to do with it," he smiled.

"Ah," Rue breathed softly, "So you'll be healed in no time."

"Everything will heal someday," he remarked and hid his palm under the table, "how about we take the bottle with us and go for a walk?" He suggested.

"I would love to," Rue agreed happily, "where would we go?" he drank his glass of wine and stood up.

"Across the village, across the forest... maybe we'll find a lake like you wanted, if not, maybe we'll find something else," Ylre said.

"That sound nice... I love walking," he cheered and walked out of the establishment.

Ylre just looked at him with a soft smile: "I know."

***

Dissatisfied, Nielle listened to the report from a near village, where the Infeys had been ambushed by a group of criminals. As planned. However, the ambush wasn't supposed to fail. Now, all the bandits and two of his men ended up in ropes and one of the bandits killed. Although Nielle wanted to use this certain group in the future, in the end he had no choice but to lock them up if he didn't want them to spread bullshit.

"You should have just caught them," he sighed, "I can't believe a bunch of guards and criminals can't do anything to an unarmed couple," he growled, "never mind...we're just getting started."

"Sir...apparently they are spending the night in the teahouse," he clarified.

"Good, let them spend the night there and continue as planned...it will be best if none of them get to Alycante," he explained, "if they do, tell everyone I'm cutting their pay. Let's catch at least one of them. "He said.

The man nodded and left Nielle alone, after which he returned to the room. Since he got the information now, that meant the raid had happened around five hours ago. It would be morning before he heard from the teahouse, and he knew he couldn't solve anything else today. He knew he should have caught them when he had the chance. At least that rude one, deliberately provoking him. But in reality, he knew he wouldn't be able to do it alone.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone holding a power of the well-established network of his people. Nielle was well aware that the strength lay in the number of loyal men and he intended to use them as best he could.

He slowly walked into the chamber where he left Shane. He didn't suppose he was stupid enough to take anything. However, if something were to disappear, at least he would find out what exactly his Lacrisan was looking for in Rinsel, although he really didn't keep anything important in the chamber.

The only thing he had planned for the rest of the evening, or rather the rest of the night, was to vent his frustration on his Lacrisan.

Nielle couldn't get enough of his luck, neither the taste of it nor the feeling that filled him afterwards. Still, he wasn't torturing his Lacrisan just for his own amusement, though that was also a part of it. His first priority was to find out what this Lacrisan wanted from his land and not to let him build up the energy to try anything. So whatever state he was in, Nielle was on his way to have some fun with him again.

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He didn't think some Lacrisan would ever let his guard down around him, so he was quite surprised when he saw him lying on the bed after entering the room. Nielle raised an eyebrow slightly as it had been a while since someone lay on his bed and chuckled softly at the strange feeling filled him. After a while he walked closer to Shane.

"Get up," he said looking at his sleeping expression, which he clearly couldn't have for long.

However, Lacrisan didn't react in any way. Nielle stared at him for a moment before kicking him in the leg hanging off the bed. However, Shane only grumbled in displeasure, pulled his leg to himself and rolled onto his side

"Hh," Nielle laughed in disbelief, "I hope you're really sleeping," he said, and after watching his relaxed face for a moment, he laughed again, "As you wish," he commented.

Walking over to the bedside table, he pulled a whip from the drawer and gave Shane one more look before whipping him roughly across his bare feet.

"Agh!" Shane recovered immediately, violently grabbing his leg where Nielle had created a nasty bleeding cut. A sharp pain shot through his calf and Shane just stared at his foot in confusion for a moment before looking at Nielle.

"Don't stare. Who allowed you to lie down in my bed?" Nielle flipped the whip into his other palm, "And fall asleep in it."

Shane slowly straightened up and stood up, "Don't you think I have the right to sleep? Do you think I can function without sleep?"

"You can sleep when I give you permission," he said and turned to the door.

Shane stared at him, and when Nielle motioned for him to follow, he slowly went after him. He wanted to head upstairs, crawl into the uncomfortable bed and sleep. However, of course Nielle wouldn't let him and instead took him to the red torture chamber from yesterday.

Shane stopped at the entrance and sighed, "Didn't you have enough today? When you're horny, do it yourself...or take someone froom the upstairs." he stated.

Nielle laughed softly and walked over to the ropes by the wall. He loosened them easily, lowering the other end between the bed and the filled bath.

"It's up to me who I have fun with," he remarked, "and since I'm having fun with you right now, I don't need to change that," he laughed, motioning for him to come closer.

Shane didn't feel like staying in the torture chamber. He wanted to back out of the room and go upstairs on his own accord. But he knew he couldn't. He felt really bad, his whole body ached outrageously, he felt as if his luck wasn't replenishing fast enough, which was clearly the fault of the disgusting collar. And he still hadn't had time to get used to the whole atmosphere of Rinse. He could also use some food, as he hadn't eaten in a while and hadn't slept properly.

Nevertheless, he took a step closer to Nielle, and after remembering how his whining was useless and only made him feel disgusting, he walked to the prince willingly.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the pain, or that he couldn't bear it. If the prince didn't use the black collar, Shane was prepared to endure this night and maybe have his mind cleared through it. After all, it wasn't his physical condition that was bothering him, and pain was a good way to stop thinking about anything else.

"The sooner it stars, the sooner it ends." he thought.

"Take off your clothes," Nielle instructed, after which Shane slowly complied, as he didn't really want to cooperate.

"Which is more tempting to you?" he smiled, and when Shane didn't say he didn't want to choose this time, he continued, "Bath before, bath after." he looked towards the water.

Shane looked at the bath next to him, and although Nielle provoked him, he said quite calmly, "After, I don't want to feel you on me all night," he clarified.

Nielle smiled softly, walked up to him and grabbed his wrists: "Don't worry, you'll feel me in you and on you all night whether you take bath or not," he stated and with an expert movement bound his hands together with a rope.

Shane gave him a neutral look, watching him enjoy himself contentedly, as if he couldn't wait to abuse him again. But the truth was that Nielle didn't really care about the sex itself at the moment.

After a while, Nielle moved to the other side of the rope and simply pulled on it, forcing Shane to take a few steps forward and then raise his arms up. He continued until Shane was on his toes and when it looked like he was in a sufficiently uncomfortable position, he secured the rope.

"You're lucky today, Lacrisan," he commented and gently touched his bare back, "I'm not in the mood for fucking you right away," he clarified, "I'll let you turn me on a little, what do you say?" he laughed and dug his nails roughly into his bare back and move to his chest.

Shane didn't react, feeling a shallow scratch form on his skin. He just batted his eyelids softly as Nielle scratched his nails down his skin to his sides, digging through the unhealed wound. Nielle smiled contentedly and slowly ran his palm below. Stroking his firm muscles, he reached his lower abdomen and stroked his groin with both hands at the same time. Shane shivered slightly at the touch and breathed out quietly, how unpleasant feeling went through his body. Of course, it didn't go without a note.

"Are you cold or are you getting horny just from being touched here? Or are you looking forward to the tools I prepared for you today." he laughed.

Shane didn't answer, he just continued to feel how Nielle's hand roamed his body, how he went to his crotch and took his unerect cock in his palm. The other gradually descended lower and ran down the inside of his thighs, gently stretching them apart, which wasn't met with cooperation.

"Don't fight back and maybe you'll like it," Nielle laughed, but Shane didn't want to let him have his way.

Nielle laughed softly and walked over to the shelf next to them, which he opened and pulled out a rather thin leather whip. Lacrisan caught a glimpse of him only peripherally and sighed as he didn't like this unpleasant type, since it was basically comparable to a knife. Nielle walked over to the filled tub, dipped the whip into the salt water, and after soaking it for a while returned to Shane.

"I see some new wounds," he laughed and without hesitation swung Shane across his ass causing him to tighten his muscles. A long bleeding gash formed on his skin as if someone had cut him with a blade.

"Did you make them yourself? If you wanted more pain, you could jusk ask," Nielle said, whipping his ass again.

"Ngh!" Shane gritted his teeth as his ass hurt enough from today and didn't really need any more beating.

"You won't answer? Are you still playing your little game?" Nielle teased, slashing his ass again with the whip, forcing Shane to let out a painful gasp.

But he didn't answer. He really didn't feel like it after today and found that it didn't even matter what he said. He was only going to wait for the night to end, a few dozen nights, complete his missions, and then go back home after returning everything to Nielle. He was most looking forward to the ultimate part.

"Still nothing?" Nielle laughed, giving Shane's ass another hard blow. The skin split open in a second, a streak of blood running down Shane's legsmade Lacrisan wince as his ass stung.

Nielle re-soaked the whip in the salt water and stood in front of Lacrisan. He gave Shane a pleased look with a rough whip across his chest. The leather cut into Shane's muscles and made him grunt in pain at how intensely it hurt. He closed his eyelids, turned his face to the side, and when Nielle spanked him again, he moaned louder: "Nghá!"

"I'm quite fond of individuals like you who aren't afraid of pain," he remarked, whipping him across his abdomen before repeating the slashing across his chest, "it's really adorable how embarrassed you are when someone notices that you actually enjoy it." he was having fun.

Shane glared at him, but before that Nielle flogged his stomach, forcing him to scream, "AAgh!" He tried to bend over, but his position wouldn't allow it.

"Does it hurt?" Nielle was amused and scourge him in the side with another blow.

Shane swerved to the side, but Niella whipped him from the other one and he involuntarily leveled. A new wound was directed towards his thighs, another aimed at his ass again and when Nielle did the same with other four blows, Shane was beginning to feel that he really wasn't going to sit down for the next few days. His whole back was on fire, new hits landed on his bleeding ass and Shane just gritted his teeth painfully every time his skin was sliced open by a new whiplash.

"AAAAGH!" he screamed as Nielle hit him from below between the legs and forced him to squeeze his thighs together. He could feel the blood running down his inner thighs, he could feel his crotch burning, but the prince was having a good time. Nielle was whipping him further. He was adding new ones to his already existing wounds, whether from today or yesterday, forcing Shane to moan in pain even louder.

It hurt like hell, but no matter how much Shane told himself that he felt terrible, in the end he knew himself too well to keep this self-delusion.

Shane wasn't broken by the pain that Nielle was causing his body, quite the opposite. After what he had done to him today, after he had a real mess in his head and only managed to stay sane with his last strength, this kind of pain really helped him not to think about other things. In the end, it cleared his mind completely.

"Aaaagh! Ahh! Nagh-mnh! Ngh!" he bit his lips and closed his eyes as a stinging pain shot through his body. His thoughts couldn't fill his mind anymore, his insides were burning with an effort to keep his balance instead of the bitter heaviness he normally felt, and though he didn't mean to tell Nielle, the pain really helped him.

And so he quietly enjoyed as the pain allowed his mind to sink into an undisturbed calm.

After a while, when the new wounds stopped coming and Shane remained dazed by the pain that Nielle had inflicted on his body. Even though everything hurt, he felt quite relaxed. Still, he glared at Nielle.

"Too classic, isn't it?" Nielle laughed, "Don't worry, I'll show you other pleasurable methods in time, although the beauty lay in simplicity," he remarked, "for example, when you use a whip, you can use both ends." he laughed and ran the whip lightly across Shane's back, down over his aching ass, and pushed the bloody hilt between his buttocks.

Shane felt the solid object touch his sore entrance and took a disgruntled step forward. Although he tolerated pain very well, it was different with rape. He could stand it, but apart from the pain itself, it didn't help him and Shane really hated it.

But that didn't matter because after these days his ass was ready for Nielle to do whatever he wanted with it. Therefore, when he slipped the handle in, penetrating his burning hole with the whip, Shane could only gasp painfully. He closed his eyes trying not to focus on the disgusting feeling of the thing entering his body.

"Don't move...I'm going to stuff all kinds of things into you today," Nielle teased and gently pulled Shane closer, positioning him in a better position. When he felt that the tip of the whip was inserted sufficiently, he moved the hilt up and roughly rammed it into Shane's ass.

"AAAAGH!" Shane screamed as his ass tightened around the tool. He pulled his legs together painfully, jerking his handcuffed hands above his head and taking a step forward from Nielle, though the prince simply pulled him close.

Shane tried to shake Nielle's hand off him, but he was holding his body too tightly for him to escape. He felt Nielle's fingers running over his skin, forcing the muffled moans from his lips as Nielle slowly twisted the whip inside his ass. He could feel the prince's hand caressing his body, the teasing movements on his sensitive parts, across his abdomen, to his chest and hard nipples, which Nielle teased with amusement...he felt the small movements of the whip in his sore hole and tried to stifle his moans.

"Don't run," the prince laughed and unexpectedly drove the whip deeper into his ass, making Shane scream as the thing stretched him painfully. In contrast to the rather gentle movements on his chest, Nielle was starting to drive him crazy with unpredictable thrusts. But Nielle wasn't going to mess around with similar trifles, so he just pulled the whip out and slammed its full length into Shane's ass.

,,AAAAGH! Ah-damn…ah-ágh-" he groaned.

Nielle left the whip embedded deep in his body and slowly walked up to him from the front. Enjoying his uncomfortable expression, he gently touched his face and with a satisfied sadistic smile he asked: "Do you like it, Lacrisan?"

Shane gave him an irritated look: "No one has ever slept with you willingly...right?" he stated.

"Who knows," Nielle laughed, "voluntariness doesn't matter," he clarified, running his fingers contentedly over the shallow but bleeding wounds on his chest to his hard nipples. He roughly pinched one between his fingers and when Shane just squeezed his lips tightly, but didn't react, he dug his nails into it. Nielle got a muffled moan from Shane and smiled in satisfaction, "You Lacrisans are not worth going easy on anyway," he remarked.

He slowly leaned over to his chest and gently ran his tongue over the bleeding whiplash wound. Painful shivers went through Shane, spreading from the place where Nielle was stealing his blood. He just closed his eyes and moaned quietly. Nielle contentedly licked off a few drops of his sweet blood before straightening up again and giving Shane a sadistic look.

"I heard that the Lacrisans know how to give their luck easier and sometimes with pleasure," he noted, "they say that when you wish luck to the other person, it doesn't even hurt you and the luck is more intense," he noted, "when you say Luckily. "

Shane stared at him in disbelief for a moment before he laughed with amusement, "Where did you hear that?"

"Who knows," Nielle smiled, "but I don't think I'm wrong.

"You're not wrong," Shane admitted, "but as I say, nobody would give you luck willingly." He looked at him in disgust.

Nielle smiled softly and walked over to Shane's side where he touched his buttocks again, "I don't care, the more tormented you feel the better" he commented taking the end of the whip in his hands and slamming it roughly into Shane's ass. He watched as Lacrisan's face contorted in pain, before he repeated the movement more forcefully, savoring Shane's shuddering exhale as the rough thrust made his body react.

"I was just wondering why you Lacrisans don't make it easier on yourself." Nielle commented, pulling the whip out and thrusting it back into Shane's hole…then he pulled it out again and hurt his ass with another deep penetration...then again and once more, until the Lacrisan couldn't hold his tormented screams anymore.

"Agh! Nghh!" Shane screamed as the prince drove the tool deeper into him. A sloppy thrust inside him forced him to tip even more, the subsequent pull out of his ass sent him lower, and as Nielle repeated the thrust, he painfully squirmed in the ropes again.

Nielle fucked him with a whip for a while, enjoying his painful expressions. He was thrusting his tool in and out of his ripped hole, listening to Lacrisan's loud moans as his ass must have burned quite badly. He intentionally avoided his prostate, but still watched with satisfaction as Shane's cock throbbed roughly with each thrust, as if the sheer pleasure of the tool playing with his body didn't matter that much. Nielle enjoyed watching his reactions, as always.

"Ngha! Agh-agh-ah-ah! S-shit-ágh-" Shane moaned exhausted, as though whip fucking wasn't something he couldn't stand, it definitely wasn't on his list of favorite experiences.

He was hungry, he wanted to sleep, he didn't think he had enough blood left for another night with Nielle, and while he had plenty of luck, he couldn't really use it to its full potential. And Nielle continued to fuck his ass...no matter if he screamed or tried to control himself.

When Nielle finally stopped, he took a loud breath and closed his eyes. It took a moment for him to remember what was the prince's question.

"First of all, whether something is voluntary is not defined by a word," Shane said relatively calmly for how he felt right now , "voluntary is voluntary, I can say Luckily, but nothing will change if it is not truly of one's own will... and believe me, I would not give you luck even if Luck itself asked me." he growled.

Nielle smiled softly: "I don't even expect it," he clarified and roughly gripped Shane's erect cock in his palm, "why would I want it willingly if you whimper so nicely when it's involuntarily." he laughed and slowly ran his thumb over Shane's glans.

Shane could feel his tip clench under the pressure, his glans getting even more bloodshot and he just swallowed hard trying to control his expression a little, even though he didn't have the energy to.

"I'll say your scream is especially pleasing to the ears," he smirked and roughly dug his fingernail into Shane's tip, making him yelp in pain.

,,Aaa-agh!" he snarled and took a step back, but Nielle held his cock tightly and continued to mercilessly dig his fingernail into his glans, "Nghh! Ágh! ÁÁH!" Shane jerked the ropes as the pressure continued and when he felt something warm running down his hard length, he gasped loudly.

Nielle bent down to his crotch and lightly touched the shallow gash with his tongue. He licked his wound and smiled gently as Shane screamed and tried to kick him unsuccessfully.

"Áaag, you bastard!" He yelled.

Shane had never experienced stealing luck from blood and blowjob at the same time, and he had to admit that it was indeed an experience he didn't want to repeat. However, Niella enjoyed this activity quite a bit, so he took his time. He forced Shane into tortured moans, shivers and ragged breathing as he simultaneously robbed him of his luck and at the same time drove him closer to orgasm, as his tongue skillfully toyed with his cock.

When Nielle felt that Shane was close to his climax, he pulled back amused and gently swallowed the pleasant sweet taste of his blood, "Say, do you like toys?" he asked.

"What?" Shane was exhausted from the mixture of pain and pleasure. His penis was hard despite the suffering and he clearly felt traces of preejaculate running down his burning length. He knew that even though it hurt like a hell, if Nielle didn't stop he would come. Which he didn't want, as it would have given Nielle more of his luck.

"Our toys," he laughed, "do you like Rinsel toys."

Shane didn't understand what he was asking, so he just kept quiet.

"I can't believe you haven't tried them yet. The Lacrisans just pretend they don't use them, but I know you're smuggling them to your country." He laughed and walked over to the shelf next to him, pulling out a large metal device.

Shane looked at a sizable penis shaped thing or something similar to a penis that he wasn't sure he had ever seen before. However, although he had never seen it, he could guess what it was for.

"Don't you recognize it?" Nielle laughed and waved the tool in front of Shane's eyes, forcing him to examine the toy, You are more innocent than I expected." he laughed.

"What is it?" Shane didn't understand. Similar things were used in the torture chamber, but he didn't know why he called it a toy. It was usually just a metal that was thrust into the anus of the prisoner during interrogation.

"I say...the toy," said Nielle, "it has multiple uses...you either heat it up and ram it into a suspect's body to get a confession...which I'm sure you know in Lacris, it's a very fast type of interrogation, " he lightly ran the metal penis over Shane's ass, until the Lacrisan was shaking in disgust and maybe even fear at though that this safistic princ would do somethinglike that to him, "or you'll shove it hot in the suspect's mouth so he won't say anything more." he laughed and ran the device over Shane's lips, which he subconsciously pressed together.

Nielle watched him with pleasure for a moment, before he said, "Don't worry," he patted his cheek with a toy, "You haven't pissed me off enough to do that to you, yet," he smiled, "But I have better methods how to use this," he pointed to the hole at the lower part of the tool,

"It is made using yellow stones. Everyone knows that if you use a black stone and a yellow stone together, a small explosion will occur...so if you put a black stone in here, their mutual reaction will create an energy that will turn an ordinary piece of metal into a toy." he pulled one black stond out of his pocket and slowly slid it in the hole. As the stone in the device was attached, a strange sound echoed through the room.

Shane noticed and looked in confusion at the metal in Nielle's palm that was shaking violently.

"Considering how much pitch is in the stone, it's going to have various intense movement," he said, placing the toy against Shane's nipple, causing him to jerk in surprise, "can you feel it? Your kind scream like crazy when I ram it into you." he laughed and contentedly moved the toy to his other nipple.

Shane looked at it in disbelief and tried to ignore the painful tingling that went through his body from the point of contact, as if he was filled with the very vibrations of the tool, burned by the touch of the pitch that the toy used for movement,

"Only Rinsel can invent something like this...disgusting." he said.

"Disgusting?" Nielle laughed, "Do you know how many Lacrisans liked it when I left it in them all night? I've never seen so many consecutive orgasms before," he laughed, "If you want to be disobedient, I'll let you experience it tonight...you'll be more obedient soon....it usually doesn't take half an hour before you're all begging for mercy." he laughed.

"You probably like to enjoy it yourself if you praise it like that," Shane commented, "I wouldn't be surprised if you had one in your bedroom by your bed." he growled.

Nielle smiled softly: "It's not the worst," he admitted, "but it's more fun to watch it make someone of your kind whine. Of course, it's more pleasant for the Rinselans, since the black stones don't harm us, but on the contrary...but about you that cannot be said. You can't help but whimper at its touch." he clarified, roughly pulling the whip out of Shane's ass.

"So what do you say, Lacrisan? Do you want a try?"

The whip hit the ground and Nielle contentedly inserted the vibrating tool between Shane's buttocks. Shane squirmed nervously as the mere touch of the pitch-laden object hurt him. His neck clenched painfully again and for a second he felt like he couldn't breathe as if the collar was reacting to the presence of the device. Thankfully it relaxed after a while...before it slowly happened again.

He felt his neck resonate with the tool touching his ass and tried to suppress the panic as the collar burned him. It didn't strangle him, but it clearly reminded itself. He subconsciously took a step forward and tried to get away from the thing.

It didn't really matter whether the toy was heated by the fire or just by the feel of the black stone. For a Lacrisan, the stimulus was always the same until he got used to it. And Shane was certainly not used to having such things stuck up his ass.

"Scared?" Nielle asked contentedly as Shane visibly shivered, "Don't worry, it's going to hurt," he commented as he pushed the thick tip of the toy into Shane's hole. His entrance suddenly expanded under the pressure of the vibrating dick, pushing itself deeper into his body. The sudden pain as his ass filled with vibrations made him cry out as Nielle thrusted the thing deeper into him.

"AAAAGH!" he took a step forward in panic, but Nielle held him close and with a satisfied laugh he violently thrusted a half the toy into his body.

Shane's ass hurt as his insides vibrated under the device's movements and his knees buckled in agony at how weak he suddenly felt. But the fucking with the vibrator didn't stop, instead Nielle pushed the toy deeper into him and made Shane gasp in pain: "Ngháá! Ahh-ahh-ahh!"

His body was on fire, he could feel his whole insides aching under the pressure of the device as it penetrated deeper and deeper into his body. The rough movements of Nielle's hand made him groan loudly. When the toy hit his prostate with a painful thrust, the wave of agonizing pleasure from his bowels caused his cock to react and involuntarily harden even more.

"Nháá-ááh-áááhh-áh! Wait-ágh!" he moaned as Nielle continued his torture.

The tool made his was further and further into his ass, teasing his prostate and stretching his sensitive parts until all his body was shaking. He was panting loudly, shaking to the rhythm of the vibration and trying not to scream at the pain that was filling him. It was nothing compared to the collar, which fortunately Nielle didn't use, but it was more humiliating in its own way. Firstly, because the thing was fucking him really precisely and his moans didn't just sound protesting, secondly, because his penis was going about explode every second now. He was trembling all over and felt like some horny whore.

"Is it that good?" Nielle was amused at how excited his Lacrisan looked.

"Ngháá-ágh-ááágh!" Shane screamed in shock as Nielle thrust the thing into him violently, pressing the vibrating tip into the centre of his intimate nerves. It was as if he left it in this position on purpose, leaving his prostate to the mercy of a strong intense impulse. His cock twitched roughly and he leaned forward in surprise, as much as the ropes allowed him to do, and before he knew it, he was so close to orgasm that he could no longer hold back his objections.

,,AHH! Damn-ahh! S-stop it! Aáh-ágh-just-" he didn't have time to finish when Nielle pulled the toy out of him and thrust it back in hitting his prostate.

Nielle laughed with amusement and thrust the toy into his Lacrisan again as Shane reached orgasm, filling the torture chamber with screams. The toy vibrated strongly deep in his body as Shane gasped in the mixture of pain and pleasure. He was trying to slowly regained his composure, yet he realized that was the least of his problems.

His insides contracted violently as the burning pleasure continued to fill his body with overstimulation. As the vibrations didn't stop, as his prostate continued to be stimulated making his cock twitch, his body didn't know if it wanted to repeat the wave of pleasure or not.The excitement turned to pain and Shane only clenched his teeth.

"Enjoyable, isn't it?" Nielle laughed, "You always like it first...then not as much." he laughed and rammed the vibrator.

Into Shane's ass.

"Aaaaghh!" Lacrisan screamed exhausted as the toy penetrated his body anew, hitting his sensitive prostate, which had never experienced such brutal stimulation. He tried to get away from Nielle, but in vain. Nielle continued to torture his distended ass in a fast pace of thrusts, fucking him as hardly as he could and laughing at Shane's screams. He was fucking Lacrisan's throbbing hole so fast that he didn't even register that Shane was trying to say something besides his loud moans. Although the Lacrisans was too distracted by the toy playing deep inside his body to use normal words.

"What do you say? I could give you one of these if you enjoy it so much." he laughed after a moment as Shane tried to get away from him as he was clearly close to climaxing again.

"Ááh! You b-bastard-ahh! Aaagh!" Shane clamped his eyelids shut and gasped loudly.

His insides vibrated, his prostate tickled with burning and arousal at the same time. Even though he'd had one only a moment before, he couldn't resist the increasing mixture of sensations that brought him to a second orgasm.

"Agh-aagh!" he groaned in anger at himself, how he couldn't stop any of it, not even tell his own body to calm down a bit and not do what Nielle wanted.

However, it didn't work, and as soon as the intense waves of pleasure subsided and burning pain of overstimulation filled his body again, Nielle's brutal thrusts became more violent. He was fucking his hole with the wide metal penis, repeatedly pounded his prostate, stretching him in a way that made Shane unable to suppress his painful cries.

"Do you want a third one?" Nielle was having fun and roughly rammed the toy into Shane's ass as far as it would go. He continued to torture him with his skilled technique for only a few minutes until he once again drove Shane to the brink of insanity and futile attempt to escape from his work.

"Ngggaaaah!" Shane screamed on the verge of another orgasm and the pain he couldn't stand anymore.

Nielle just lightly touched the black stone on the end of the vibrator, letting it fill with some of his bad luck, and moved in front of Shane letting the toy vibrate harder.

Shane didn't believe that the intensity of the movements in his ass could get any stronger, so he just gasped for air. Although his mind was fully occupied with the sensations of the toy fucking him deep in his ass, he had no thoughts of delaying the nearing climax anymore. Instead as soon as he felt the touch of Nielle's lips on his hard cock, the fear of what was to happen when he came in his mouth made him struggle to escape. But in vain.

His body surged with a wave of agony and orgasm all at once as he ejaculated to Nielle's mouth. His eyes widened and he just yelped in a new wave of pain as his insides convulsed when luck left his body. He didn't know how long the unbearable feeling lasted, but by the time it subsided, he was completely shaken with tears beginning to form in his eyes.

He was trembling all over, panting from exhaustion as the toy continued to fuck him violently. Nielle ran his tongue over Shane's tortured penis, dirty both from sperm and blood. As the whole thing went on, even though he had already straightened up twice, the weakness suddenly filled him.

He could feel the rough fucking of the toy in his ass, he could feel the burning of his own dick and the trembling of his whole body as the toy played with him mercilessly again and again. He thrashed roughly, unable to get rid of the thing in his ass and only panting intermittently in an attempt to suppress the tears.

"It hurts...it really hurts...make it stop...I can't anymore...just make it stop...." his thoughts were filled with pain unable to calm down.

He felt like if someone had filled him with hot metal from inside, driving him involuntarily to climaxes…which were getting more painful with each one. He didn't want to do it again, in fact he didn't want Nielle to ever touch him again.

But the prince didn't care, so he just continued. He he straightened up satisfied, running his fingers down Shane's convulsively contracted stomach to his face where he lightly touched his lips. Shane gave him an exhausted look before Nielle smiled with satisfaction.

"What do you say, Lacrisan? Are you going to tell me why Lacris sent you here? What is your goal in this country?" he gently ran his hand across Shane's back to the toy embedded deep in his ass and touched the black stone at the end of it. He only slightly increased the intensity of the vibrations and when he saw a new surge of pain in Shane's eyes he gently smiled in sadistic pleasure.

"Or shall we spend the whole night together, Lacrisan?"