"Stupid waste of flesh, I'm going to..."

"You're going to do nothing." Both guards dropped to one knee near-instinctively, the one who had been so viciously lashing the boy a moment earlier still rubbing her thigh, frowning as the Lady stalked out of the shadows, Her eyes flashing.

"You're going to do nothing but what you were told, and you were told that if he chose to use his safeword, that he was in fact safe. That if you laid so much as a finger on him afterward you'd take his place on the floor, being beaten... and that without the mercy of such a word."

Even as She spoke She was moving, walking past the guards to crouch beside the quivering boy on the floor, Her gaze fixed on him. Gently but firmly Her hands moved over him, spreading him out on the floor, careful not to brush against any of the broken bones but unable to keep from causing a small amount of pain. Still careful, She moved one hand to his mouth, a finger offered.

It took less than a heartbeat for his mouth to open, sucking on the proffered digit greedily, grimacing with the near-overwhelming pain. Her free hand moved to Her chest, resting there against something covered by the cloth of Her shirt.

As Her eyes closed he caught a flash of shadow and sparkling lights within them, just one more thing to add to the list of impossibilities... then warmth was flooding through him, building into a rush of heat and pleasure that left him breathless, an unending near-orgasm... and the flash of pain-heat-pleasure beneath his wounded skin as his bones began to knit was intense enough to take him past consciousness, asleep with his head pressed against Her thigh and Her finger nestled between his lips. Her voice drifted with him into the darkness, the words caught in his memory and ringing clear in his ears once consciousness was regained.

"Safe, boy... I'm pleased that this time, you knew what was expected of you and acted on it... good boy."