7-08-19 RolePlay Log

7-08-19 RP Log

[2019/07/08 18:42:58]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me came in from his dinner, his reports on the girl had been thoroughly digested.  The beef he carried was beautifully seared, with juicy rare insides, a hint of garlic clung to it as well.  He plopped down outside the cell and peered in. Yep, she was still not eating.  "How is my Captive today?" he asked, sounding hearty and rather amused, as if he were on his way back after an energetic evening of debauchery.

[2019/07/08 18:47:03]  rowan Held: /me looked up at the sound of a voice.. his voice, running the back of her hand over her face... ok, her eyes, she was crying.  She sniffed and tried to rapidly compose herself.  Of course the aroma in the air got her attention and she was gripped by the sudden clench of her belly, not in a sexual way.. but in a starving manner.  What was she supposed to say to that question?  Captive?  yes, she supposed that was all she was at the moment.  She stayed exactly where she was, afraid to even move.  Should she beg and plead?  Should she just say 'tal'?  How could she even begin to think about how to answer that question, what did he mean?  Finally she just said... "lonely", her voice was forlorn... "and hungry".

 [2019/07/08 18:51:30]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me looked into the cage noting the pan of food untouched.  "Is the Lady unhappy with her well balanced and nutritionally designed meals??" He asked.  "There is plenty, yet you refuse to eat."  He lifted up one of the sticks that held the meat and pulled the first bit off.  He took a rather sensual bite of it, the hot juice running so fast that it ran down his chin and landed on his chest.  He chewed, and looked at her,  while he used part of his sash to mop up the grease.

[2019/07/08 18:55:44]  rowan Held: /me looked at the bowl of gruel that had once again congealed, then she looked at him just as he took a bite of the steak.  She had the most unpleasant thought at that moment, that if she refused to eat.. he would see a tube shoved down her throat and have her force fed.  Even though her eyes were puffy, he was not so far away that she could not see the juice running down his chin, or the way he wiped the juice.  The look on her face revealed the pain his actions caused, physical pain that tore through her.  "i have never... eaten that..... and.. the look of it is.... revolting", she looked at the gruel again, anything to take her eyes off of him and the food he was eating.

[2019/07/08 19:01:26]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me looked at the pan, and then at the girl.  "In the wagons, or even the tarn baskets, a captive such as yourself is often given a handful of the feed dry, it is pushed into their mouths, and then a spike of the bota follows it.  By the end of the second day, the girls are happy for a bit of something in their belly, and all the water they can swallow.  They are only fed twice a day in this fashion.  Is that what I need to do with you? Shall I bind you to the bars here and have my men shove a palm full into your mouth, all dry and gritty." He paused, sucked hard and noisily on the meat, and then took another bite, the taste as rich as the scent was.  "I do believe after a day without water, you will be more than happy to eat your meal and drink your fill."  He was giving it some thought, for her stubbornness could not be allowed to grow into any kind of a successful rebellion.

[2019/07/08 19:08:11]  rowan Held: /me heard his words, the look on her face would let him know they had been effective, the faint shake of her head as if she were trying to deny what he was saying.  She would have begged to have a bite of that steak but she knew he would insist she take it from his hand - and she well understood what that meant, to be fed by a man's hand.  Her bottom lip trembled and her voice cracked slightly "please.... please no", it was bad enough to be so hungry that she had actually stopped feeling the hunger, but the idea of not even being given water ... "please" she whispered softer.  She leaned forward slightly as he took another bite.

[2019/07/08 19:12:41]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me looked in at her, his expression seemed friendly, possibly even kind, there was no sign of the man who touched her with the goad.  "You have your meal there, go on and feed Rowena."  Yes the title of 'Lady' was gone and would not be returning unless he was discussing her history with a client.  "Show me what a good girl you are.  I am pretty sure that being tied to these bars, day and night, unable to even lay down, or move away from any messes that might occur would be much more unpleasant than what you see in your pan."  He might have been a kindly father trying to reason with his teen aged daughter, his tone was so soothing, his words so calmly spoken.

 [2019/07/08 19:22:02]  rowan Held: /me just looked at him.  She'd heard his words, and her mind played them over and over.  She was pale and maybe even a touch more gaunt, so the color draining from her face seemed almost ghost-like.  For all that his tone seemed kindly, his words measured and well-reasoned - the threat lay within them so clearly, but it was more the way he said it - she knew he meant it.  She would find herself tied to those bars and left in a terrible state, humiliating.  The only way to avoid that would be.... to eat... that bowl.. of gruel.  Her stomach turned as she looked from him to the bowl and back again.  Once more, tears spilled silently like liquid diamonds down her face.  Her hands shook as she reached for the dish and once she held it, she looked at it.. trying to convince herself to eat it, trying to convince herself to not throw it at him - maybe if she angered him enough he would simply kill her and she would be spared the humiliation of what was to surely come.  No, she wasn't ready to die.. yet.  Slowly she moved it to her lips, the smell was as awful as the appearance and she was pretty sure she was going to vomit.  Crying openly now, making no attempt to try to hide it, she tipped it slightly, letting the smallest bit pour.. well, clump... into her mouth.  Her stomach wanted to revolt, the taste and texture was the worst thing that had ever been in her mouth and trying to swallow felt like something was stuck in her throat.

 [2019/07/08 19:29:35]  Qismat (kamea.serin): me she moves swiftly into the kennel house, looking about , spotting a man she didnt know, she smiled softly and backed up "Tal Master?" she looked about for the other men who seem to always disapear

[2019/07/08 19:31:24]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me watched, slowly chewing his first bite of meat.  Three more full sticks, plus the one he had started.  "There is a good girl.  Don't stop now.  If you please me well enough Rowena, I may just permit you some bosk."  He looked at the girl over his shoulder and beckoned her.  He had heard about the vanishing slavers, and made no promises.  Instead, he was just here day after day, working like a man should at his Caste.  "Come here, kajira.  Tell me who you are." his voice that of a man who does not expect to be disobeyed, yet not terribly rough or cruel, more, just curious.

[2019/07/08 19:33:49]  Qismat (kamea.serin): /me looked at him oddly, like the wiley tuchuk she is she stood there for a moment, trusting none, and then looked about a moment , training her eyes on him she inclined her head to Him as she moved in a bit closer and knelt before him

 [2019/07/08 19:36:08]  Qismat (kamea.serin): /me looked to Him and offered a fake smile " my name is Qismat,  Im from the tuchuks, I have passed all my exams and was known to be a red silk pleasure

[2019/07/08 19:36:25]  Qismat (kamea.serin): Qismat means like fate Master

[2019/07/08 19:36:27]  rowan Held: /me was just about ready to die, surely death would be preferable to this?  He wanted her to eat more of this?  She hadn't even managed to swallow the first bit of it.  When she heard the other girl's voice, she really just wanted to hide beneath the hay strewn about the cell - but the reality was, the girl would have no idea who she was.. who she had been so what was the point in trying to hide?  She finally swallowed the gruel and tried to take a second bite.  The only benefit of of the last 40 ahns or so of not eating?  Capacity was pretty low and it would only take a few bites to fill her up.  She held her breath and gulped that slimy thick mess.  Then she stayed perfectly still, afraid that the slightest movement would cause her to retch up what she had just forced down her throat - she doubted it would be any more pleasant the second time around.

[2019/07/08 19:42:26]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me had noted the four bosk horns.  "How did a Tuchuk wind up enslaved to her own tribe?" he asked, of course he had a dozen other questions, like how a fair skinned blond haired blue eyed woman wound up as a tribal member of the Tuchuks. He saw Rowena eating her very cold and likely extremely unpleasant slave gruel.  "And how does Rowena, once a fine lady from Ar find her first taste of Slave Gruel, unsalted, unsweetened, and very cold?" He asked of the one in the cage.  His gaze returning to the fair girl next to him.

[2019/07/08 19:44:45]  Qismat (kamea.serin): /me she looked to her brand, fingers traced about the horns, then looked up to him and smiled some, "I am not a tuchuk woman, I am a tuchuk slave, i was sold to them at a very young age Master, I was the most prized to the Ubara, his second of his wagon, Master" she said and frowned thinking about her Master

[2019/07/08 19:45:08]  Qismat (kamea.serin): to the Ubar*

 [2019/07/08 19:46:03]  rowan Held: /me lifted her gaze, fury burned in her eyes but she did manage to hold her tongue, either from fear of him or fear that even speaking was going to send that foulness back up her throat and into her mouth.  She felt it in her belly, laying there like some foreign rock she'd swallowed, her gut trying to understand what had just been put in it.  She finally found a way to speak, "it is no wonder so many slaves are thin as sticks"./me lifted her gaze, fury burned in her eyes but she did manage to hold her tongue, either from fear of him or fear that even speaking was going to send that foulness back up her throat and into her mouth.  She felt it in her belly, laying there like some foreign rock she'd swallowed, her gut trying to understand what had just been put in it.  She finally found a way to speak, "it is no wonder so many slaves are thin as sticks".

 [2019/07/08 19:52:22]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me tipped his head to the side and leaned forward, if she did not move, he would check to see if her ears were pierced or not,  it was rather common practice from where she came from. "I see.  How is it you are here in Athos then, Qismat?" it was not a day trip from the plains to here, and so he was of course curious as to how she got so far from home.  "No, slaves are shaped as their owners wish them.  You should see the girl's in Tor. Fat bottoms, meaty thigh, heavy breasts and small paunch."  He grinned thinking of making Rowena look like that just because he could.  "Keep eating Rowena." he waved one of the sticks toward the girl in the cage.

 [2019/07/08 19:57:48]  Qismat (kamea.serin): /me looked in the cage, wondered what that was doing in there but did not  ask then she looked to him when he asked about her story, she paused a moment to gather her thoughts .. or rather try to allow the tears to spill, "mm yes Master" she began her story" it was a normal day it seemed Master, we alll were daning, pickin on the free woman, and dancing and eating and then night fell Master" she continued and looked down to her brand, she idly traced at the horns stilll speaking of it" then the night came, men at every wagon, seemed like they came out of no where, a raid I suppose, I heard my Master call out to me to run, i ran and hid  .. I watched" she took another breath and looked up at him, this point the tears fell easy as she said " i watched them carry off the free woman , killed the baby boys, and killed off the men, Myy Master faught and faught hard I ran, I ran" she nodded to Him

[2019/07/08 19:58:42]  rowan Held: /me was only going to be able to manage one more mouthful of that vile stuff and she knew it.  Actually, she wasn't entirely sure she would be able to manage that, not just from how repulsed she was by it, but from the simple fact that she hadn't eaten in a long while and her figure attested that even with the wealth she had grown up in, she had not been overindulgent with food and pastries.  She looked once more at the contents of the pan in her hands, mistake .. every ihn it seemed to become more and more unappealing.  She took one more bite, swallowing it down as fast as she could to spare her tongue the complete lack of taste and the horrendous texture.  Her tummy did flip-flops and threatened to heave.

 [2019/07/08 20:04:31]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me noted the captive eating as she had been told.  "Is this going to be a problem with you any more Rowena? Or can we expect you to eat your meals when they arrive?" he asked of her.  Looking back to the blond he prodded.  "How very traumatic for you Qismet.  Seeing your life torn apart like that."  He was curious as to what group of men could sneak past the bosk, and the sleen into the very heart of the Tuchuks and then kill them all. It was a riddle he might have to try to unravel.  But for now, he would focus on the girl telling it.  "So, how is it, that you, a girl alone on the plains, among the wagons, the sleen and the bosk, fled?  How far did you get?" he was honestly engaged in her story, although he still did not know if her ears were pierced.  He would try to move her hair and lean in closer, perhaps taking her earlobe and inspecting it further.

 [2019/07/08 20:08:04]  Qismat (kamea.serin): /me moved her head away from his hands, Qismat was not very trusting of men at all, "please Master, I dont want to talk on this  anymore, ... i wish not to speak of it anymore" she tried to correct  herself, she just looked to Him for every time he tried to move in closer she tried to avoid his touches, taking in a breath and exhaled quickly

[2019/07/08 20:09:27]  rowan Held: whispers: She gave no answer, the man involved with the slave in conversation.  She simply couldn't give an answer to that, at least not at that moment.  She watched, silently, to see how the man handled the slave trying to dictate what she would, or would not say.  There were lessons to be found in almost every exchange and if she had any hope of finding a way out of this mess, she was going to have to learn what she could about that particular man.

 [2019/07/08 20:12:39]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me grew extremely still.  "Excuse me, kajira, I must have been mistaken. Perhaps you are in secret a high caste woman who believes her wishes are of importance?"  He rose on one knee, his hand darting out to get a fist full of that hair.  He moved with the speed of a striking ost, the meat dropped into the pan that sat just outside the pen.  All softness, all kindness faded just that fast.  He loomed over her, using that hair as leverage, he would twist his hand in it, getting close to her scalp.  "Answer my question. slave girl" he said in a voice as cold as the steel bars of the kennels, apparently he was about as yielding as they were as well.  It was not like she could run anywhere, the doors were shut, locked for the night, and  he was on the inside with her.

[2019/07/08 20:16:22]  Qismat (kamea.serin): /me cried out  in shock as she tried to move quickly away from him , yet he had her by her hair, she looked up at him her right hand moved to his wrist, she held his wrist tightly as to ease the yank of her head, she bit down on the bottom of her pouty lip  and screamed out at him " IT WAS A PATH MASTER, ONE HER UBAR TAINED HER TO MOVVE ON  " she cried out  looking into his eyes

[2019/07/08 20:16:50]  Qismat (kamea.serin): trained*

[2019/07/08 20:19:22]  rowan Held: /me was not quite as delirious, like it or not the disgusting gruel was doing what it was meant to - provide nourishment, combating the two days of no food.  Her gaze, like melted chocolate, watched.. and grew wide as she saw the way he moved, the speed and strength he revealed, and more.. the iron will, the unyielding way he made it clear he would get what he wanted.  Once more, the question danced through her mind - had he wanted her, had he set the course that led her to that horrible cell?  Or was he merely motivated by the coins her 'friends' had offered?  What was it that he wanted?  Perhaps the answer to that question would give her insight... or perhaps the answer would terrify her to learn he had laid the plan for his own purposes.  She watched as he dropped the meat, she could have skittered to the bars and grabbed it, but she had no doubt that to do so would turn his wrath on her.  She stayed where she was, as long as his attention was on the slave - yeah, she wasn't thinking of herself as a slave quite yet - his attention was not on her.

[2019/07/08 20:22:25]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me let her scream, he even permitted her small hand to latch onto his wrist.  It made no change in his grip, or the fact that she was not going anywhere.  "What are you?" he asked of her as the silence that followed her shrill outcry slowly wrapped the three of them, like the shroud that would wrap a man after his death.  There was no give, his eyes were stern and steady as he stared into her face.  He was aware of the girl in the cage and the temptation that the meat was offering to her.  He waited for the Qismat to reply.

[2019/07/08 20:26:22]  Qismat (kamea.serin): /me she looked to him and remmeber the last Master just recentlyy who grabbed her , she bit him, she thought not to try her fate, she looked up at him as heated tears spilled down like a wild river, her mind still fixed on her Ubar she just looked up at the man and she nodded some as she spoke" I am a slave Master" she said as he would not let her hair gom she held tight to his wrist, qismat body quivered now uncontrolably , her heart beated a mile a miute, she tried to catch her breath, a slave, indeed that is what she was

[2019/07/08 20:29:54]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me continued in that same, calm, dispassionate tone.  "And what is a slave girl's duty?" he asked.  His grip showed no signs of relenting, but neither was he jerking her head around, if she held still and sought to placate him, perhaps no further pain would find her tonight.  That the man was not a warrior was plain to any who knew of the warring kind of men.  He was a slaver, born and raised in a house like this, working with animals at all levels of skill, honing his own craft.  He again waited for her reply ((rowan is afk so you can post))

[2019/07/08 20:32:45]  Qismat (kamea.serin): /me still did not let his wrist go, she looked up at him, this time she felt a certain anger fill her bodym quivering though as it may be, she spoke to Him, her eyes blood shot from the tears " My duties is to serve and to be pleasing  Master" how many times that was asked of her she almost rolled her eyes and yet closed them instead

[2019/07/08 20:37:16]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me tightened his grip slightly.  "No." he answered.  "it is 'absolute obedience' kajira" He told her.  "With either answer, slave girl, do you feel your answer to me was appropriate? Do you feel you are being pleasing to me?"  He had witnessed her attempted defiance.  "How far did you get on the plains?" he asked her, "And, how did you wind up in Athos?" the words were terse, and the friendly guy that had been inquiring was completely gone, and a slaver held a slave and demanded answers.  He would also have a good look at her earlobes to see if it they were pierced.

 [2019/07/08 20:41:29]  Qismat (kamea.serin): /me all the while he held her hair tight, he asked her a question, about how far did she get, looking about with her eyes from corner to corner, it was obvious she had made it out yet she said to Him"Master, i got out of the plains, as far as i can, weeks and weeks of starving, had many men take her on ships hidden away Master, hidden in their cargo and letting me go to find my way,finally i end here" she said

[2019/07/08 20:47:34]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me remained quiet,for a few ihn, digesting this tale.  ((so are your ears actually pierced or not?))  "You wrapped them around you finger and these men, all kind hearted, none knew what a slave girl craves, and instead gave you your hearts desire, free passage, food water."  He continued to look into her face.  "You will find, here, you will be treated as a kajira.  You are unlikely to be 'my pet' or 'my special slave.  You are merely merchandise, that I shall do my best to prepare for sale, and see about getting enough coin to offset the cost of your training and care." he told her rather plainly.  Once he knew the state of her ears, he would consider letting go of her hair.  It was such a useful lever, easy on him, easy on her, if she did not struggle, she would not have pain, just some discomfort.