RP Log 7-11-19
[2019/07/11 10:19:41] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me came down the steps noting the men at the gate. "Really?" he demanded seeing what they had in mind. "Put that stuff back, get her stripped and I will get this sorted." he was surrounded by inefficiancy by imbeciles at times he was sure of it and cursed them, in his head mostly as the men were mostly just warriors.
[2019/07/11 10:28:03] rowan Held: /me looked up, lost in her own thoughts for a while, it was his voice that rocketed her attention back to the here and now. She pushed back against the wall as the men entered. She was not about to just stand there and let them strip her. The cloth might be small, even minuscule, but it covered at least something and the idea of standing there naked in front of men? She snarled softly "don't touch me", trying to appear tougher than she actually was. This was heretofore, unknown territory for her, even when her robes had been stripped off, it had been by a female and the idea of being utterly naked in front of three men was enough to make her mind almost snap. Of course, the men only laughed, perhaps with a tone of sneering smugness as they had seen a woman fight back before, and knew she would present no challenge to them. The first man slowly reached toward her and she tried to knock his hand away - mistake. All that managed to do was put her arm out there for him to quickly grab by the wrist and spin her around, tugging her arm up behind her back and almost instantly gaining control of her. He snatched her other hand, immobilizing her as he tugged her up to tip toes, painfully pulling at her shoulders, while the second man made quick work of untying the strings that held the white cloth about her breasts and waist. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face flamed red with humiliation and fury... and she was confronted with the realization that she was truly, unquestionably.. helpless.
[2019/07/11 10:47:31] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me observed this as it happened. "Bring her here" he stated, as he opened the room of preparations. She was filthy, and he had other plans for.his captive. His gaze was steady upon the woman, measuring her worth, her value upon the block
[2019/07/11 10:53:07] rowan Held: /me was ready to cry, to full on break out in sobbing pathetic tears and pleas that she knew would fall on deaf ears. Rough hands grabbed her, holding her arms by the wrists at the small of her back in such a way that she seemed to be walking with her breasts on display in her nakedness. Each time her steps tried to slow or even stop, she was pushed forward so that she half-stumbled out of the cell. Her face burned, more red and warm than Lar-Torvis and she was unable to lift her gaze as she stared at the ground and prayed to the Priest Kings to keep her from crying in front of this man.
[2019/07/11 11:00:14] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me watched her approach, the door open. His nose flared as the reek of the pens came with her. His head jerked to the side so they could push her into the room, he would follow, and have them release her, and leave, closing the door behind them, and locking it, securing himself and the captive within the chamber
[2019/07/11 11:03:37] rowan Held: /me nearly fell as she was shoved into the room, her arms released .. they flailed out to get her balance and she managed to not go down. In the span of ihns, she was aware of the small size of the room, that he had come in... and that he had locked the door. She quickly moved away from the door.. away from him, her arms crossing over her breasts, left arm hanging down as if her hand could hide what was so carefully held within the belt still on her waist. Words wanted to come but couldn't. She just started at him, a frightful mess of dirt and worry, her eyes round and wide as if the weight of her circumstances as finally dawning on her.
[2019/07/11 11:14:30] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me stood at the door, watching as she tried to be modest, which only accented her curves. He did not leer, nor did he avert his eyes. "You have two choices. You may choose to step into the tub and make yourself clean, or,..." he paused making sure she saw his eyes, fixed on hers. "... I can force you into the water and clean you myself." He had brushes and such to see to it she found the experience to be anything but pleasant if she chose to force him
[2019/07/11 11:18:26] rowan Held: it wasn't much of a choice, maybe he was unaware of that. She WANTED a bath, at that moment she wouldn't have cared if the water was tepid or cold. The shoes remained on her feet and she leaned down, her arms dropping from her form as she kept her head up, gaze leveled on him. Full breasts hung invitingly from her frame in such a way that she was utterly unaware of the temptation she presented, slightly bent over as her fingers worked the straps of the left sandal, then the right. Chains, she didn't care if they rusted in the water. Was he.. being.. kind? Letting her bathe? Whatever his reason, right then she did not care. She slipped behind the screen and into the water, drawing a slight hiss as it wasn't shockingly cold as she had expected. In another ihn she had sunk entirely below the water, ribbons of chocolate silk fanned out in the water as she drew her fingers up through strands.
[2019/07/11 11:21:16] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me watched as she finished her stripping, he would see to it that she had nothing left but her collar and chains before she left the room.
[2019/07/11 11:24:26] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me leaned against the wall, his presence an interruption to her privacy, one he deliberately used. There was no way she could avoid his presence, nor would she be free of his company until she ached to remain at his side. He still had the small cage, if he needed to see her deeply humbled. Several weeks inside one of those, generally left a girl very humble and eager to please.
[2019/07/11 11:27:40] rowan Held: Slowly she came up from beneath the water, rubbing at her face as she did so, eyes closed and unaware that he had stepped around the screen watching her. Her eyes opened and once more that look of shock graced her face, water was definitely not conducive to hiding one's self in. Her face glistened with the water and springy coils of hair were already shedding the water. In her haste, she'd left the soap on the table and was no forced to either ask him if he would hand it to her, bringing him closer to her naked body.. or rise up from the water, naked.... and get it herself. There was something in the way he leaned there and that silence echoed between them. He was forcing her to accept his presence in her vulnerable nakedness and she felt extremely awkward in the water - it wasn't like a free woman bathed in front of a man. She may have even appeared oddly innocent, in the package of a tempting morsel. She looked at the soap, forcing her gaze away from him and the unsettling effect he was having on her. As if intelligent thought escaped her, she stated the blatantly obvious "I... forgot.. the soap".
[2019/07/11 11:32:19] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me would only admit among his close confidants within his own caste, that he much enjoyed shaping a fresh captive into a slave that men gnashed their teeth over in desire to possess them. The swirl of dark hair and the way it clung like a sable cap to her skull as she surfaced. Her realization of her lapse, and her observation, brought a half smile, that popped up one dimple. "Yes. So you did, Rowena" he answered his tone very bland indeed.
[2019/07/11 11:38:30] rowan Held: He was going to make her ask, wasn't he? Or was he waiting to see if that haughty, self-sufficient woman would dare rise up out of the water and lean over the tub dripping wet to get it herself. There was a part of her that was still stubborn enough to not ask, to put herself on display in defiance. Which would be worse, to dare taunt him as he had done these last days or to meekly ask for his help, and in so doing, bring him closer to her naked wet body? She stayed down below the rim of the tub and scooted to the side, reaching her arm up over and hoping the table was near enough.... and of course it wasn't, almost as if it were deliberate. She looked at him, that panicked indecisiveness as she had no idea what to do was clear on her face .. a tabuk caught in the flicker of wagon torches was the expression she wore. "I... could you.. I mean... would.. please..." she was stumbling over her words like an uneducated dolt and she knew it, the question was whether or not he understood that he was the cause of it.. and why.
[2019/07/11 11:45:37] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me continued in that casual lean, his shoulder pressed to the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. She tried, oh how she tried, and that fumble, her stutter, it was terribly cute. Yet he made no effort to fetch what she wished, nor did he help her by filling in the blanks. The man'ness of him remained planted in casual repose, while he awaited her next move, offering her only a small bone. "Hmm? Is there something my captive might desire? Rowena?" he asked of her. Bit by bit, he would take her apart, keeping her spirit as intact as possible.
[2019/07/11 11:52:16] rowan Held: Her lips pursed, his words reminding her she was his captive.. as if the chains and belt and collar could be ignored? In her mind she thought "FINE", but he could probably read her expression and hear the tone of her thoughts pretty well. She gripped the edge of the tub in her hands, she wasn't about to slip and fall ungracefully into a splashing mess right in front of him - safety first and all that. She rose from the water, rivulets of the liquid glistening off every curve as it poured down her body. She stood there, totally forced bravado, all but daring him to look at her. She leaned over the tub, once again that half-bent over pose that seemed to accentuate the lines of her form, as one arm reached out and snatched the soap. Yep, that was the extent of her willingness to flaunt herself, she very quickly sank back down into the water - maybe if she lathered the soap up enough it would cover the surface of the water and provide a bit of cover. She plunged the soap below the water and rubbed it in her hands, then sank below the water again, using the lather to wash her hair and face. Kings but it felt good, it wasn't a daintily scented soap like she preferred, but it had a clean scent to it at least, which was far better than the smell of urine soaked hay. She came up from under the water, letting it wash over her as she set about getting more lather and washing slowly over left shoulder, then right.. down each arm to the tips of each finger.
[2019/07/11 11:59:26] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me felt the other side of his mouth lift as she chose to get the soap for herself. Her lines were sleek, not quite as lush as they had been, but he would plump her up again, or see her force fed a high calorie diet until she grew as plump as a Taharian kajira. She seemed to be enjoying the experience and shades of her sensual nature were definitely appearing, which pleased him so much that both of his dimples appeared.
[2019/07/11 12:05:05] rowan Held: She was really trying hard to not think about him standing there, and that made her almost entirely focused on that very thought. It was maddening, like he was... somehow insidiously planting himself into her awareness. She did her best to appear as if she was unaware of him, but she saw the way he smiled. Who was playing whom at this point - that could have been anyone's guess as she lifted her right let up and curled her toes around the edge of the tub, then lathered the soap up her leg, washing all the way down each toe. Then the left leg, so innocently displayed, as she did the same thing. That left... her intimate bits. Her face paled, then flushed red... once again, she had no idea how to handle the situation and her hesitation was obvious. Finally, she drew a soapy hand below the water and between her legs, her gaze now glued to the side of the tub, she was not about to look anywhere NEAR him as she cleaned herself as best as she could around the chain belt. She did a quick but thorough job of that, then with her hair down over her breasts, she washed up her belly and over each of the swells. Was she breathing? Wasn't that necessary? Had she forgotten how to breathe? She cupped water in her hands and rinsed herself off, then looked about for a towel.
[2019/07/11 12:09:34] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me stepped out of her view, the red stains on her face betraying her movements that she sought to conceal under the water. The minx had all the right moves, and he expected she would have enough fire to scorch the island to cinders. He stepped over and picked up two towels, draping them both over the screen so she could see them there, and then he returned to his pose, just in time to catch her rinsing her curves. One eyebrow quirked up, as he waited.
[2019/07/11 12:16:33] rowan Held: She made a slightly strangled sound as she saw the towels hanging over the screen... right.. beside.. him. She looked from the towels, to him... and back to the towels. She seriously considered begging him not to make her do what was obviously his expectation. She was an irrational mix of false bravado and timidity, of defiance and modesty - but something was going to have to win out or she would turn into a prune as the water grew colder and colder. Her shoulders slumped slightly, she knew she would have no choice. For several ihn the defeat was clear in her posture and expression, she closed her eyes and gave herself a pep talk. Shoulders squared, she raised her face, a slight tip to her head and she slowly stood up in the water. She kept her eyes off of him, she did not want to see him inspecting her, then again, maybe he wasn't paying any attention to her at all. She grabbed the mass of her hair and squeezed the excess water out. Then stepped out of the tub and sort of toward the screen with the towels. Not directly to it, in fact.. she mostly walked to her left, making a wide circle so that she came up along the screen and stayed as far from him as she could before reaching up.. and realizing even on tip toes, he'd hung it just high enough that she would be forced to ask for his assistance, or generosity. Nearly choking on the words... "would you please... hand me.. the towel?"
[2019/07/11 12:26:41] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me had an excellent view, and her confusion that mixed with her latent sensuality drew him like a moth to her flames. His amusement showed in his eyes, and only a small smile of satisfaction teased the corners of his mouth. One hand lifted languidly, drawing one of the two down, and he stepped up to her, setting it over her head, if she remained still, he would twist her hair up into it, rolling it, until she had a chignon of towelling holding her tresses, drying them a little. He reached over her shoulder pulling down the second one down he did not release it, but held it.
[2019/07/11 12:35:38] rowan Held: Well, you could have knocked her over with a vulo feather when he wrapped her hair up in the first towel. She stood there, water dripping off her body, in shock. There was an electricity in the air when he was standing there and it was making her mind misfire between the urge to slap him and the urge to explore the feeling. She wasn't stupid enough to slap him. Water puddled at her feet a bit and she shivered, the coolness of the room and the water made her nipples firm. She felt another flush of humiliation standing there, hoping he did not notice. With her hair up, one could see the unveiled beauty that had been so carefully concealed behind 7, 8 even 9 layers of veils for her entire life. The jaw that was perfect, high cheek bones, skin as smooth as fresh milk and eyes that swam like warm chocolate surrounded by thick lashes. And.. of course.. the collar, prominently there along the angles of her collarbones. One could understand why free women wore their hair up, and kept their faces covered, the temptation of her throat would be more than most men could tolerate, a slight bit of scandalousness so carefully tucked behind the accouterments of proper society. He held the towel but did not seem to hold it out to her... for a moment, she could have sworn she felt the heat of his body when he had reached over her to grab the second towel, her senses seemed to be running in overload. Was she supposed to ask him for the towel, or simply take it.. or stand there and drip dry. Her eyes widened.. he.. wasn't planning.. on.. drying.. her off! She took a half step back as that thought planted in her mind but there was a strange knot deep in her belly that made her feel more high strung than a wild kailia.
[2019/07/11 12:43:50] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me was poised so she could not move much in any direction. He could almost hear her thoughts, as his hands lowered, cloth as a barrier, stroking over shoulders, upper arms, down her back and over the curve of her ass. it was likely the first time a man had actually handled her. Slaves, male slaves, did not really count, as far as he was concerned. No, he would bring her to feed from his hand, to ache for his touch, and to cling to any words that fell from his lips. He only dried her shoulders, upper arms and back with buttocks. Then he pulled the hole thing over her, wrapping it around her torso, the length of it covering her legs as well.
[2019/07/11 12:53:59] rowan Held: /me stood there in absolute shock. The ihn that towel touched her, she could feel his hand guiding the cloth. She was about ready to bolt through the screen, he could probably feel her entire body trembling as he dragged that towel over her shoulders, down her arms.. her back. She was definitely not breathing.. but when his hand moved over her ass she gasped a strangled sort of cry, it was just almost more than she could fathom. She felt weak, as if her knees were not going to hold her up. And then, just like that, his touch through the towel was withdrawn and the cloth wrapped about her, covering her. Her left hand reached out and held the screen, dainty fingers curled around the wooden frame with a grip that turned her knuckles white. She had no name for the chaotic feelings that were coursing through her body, unable to untangle them. There was a soft sob in her throat, she had no idea what had caused it and she felt... utterly.. lost as she slowly lifted her face to his as if he had some explanation for why she wanted to run away from, and toward him, to strike him and touch him.... to dare him to touch her again, and almost... wonder... what the feel of his hand would be on her flesh. What.. in the name of the darkest Dar-Kosis pits of Gor was happening to her mind
[2019/07/11 12:58:59] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me watched as she struggled to find some balance, her innocence at war with her woman's need. He gave her enough, just to taste, to stir her senses, and leave her to battle it out on the fields of her soul. His hands withdrawn from her, he murmured, "The vanity. Sit." it was his instructions, they were simple and direct, something she in her tumult could hold onto and use as a center point to focus.
[2019/07/11 13:02:55] rowan Held: She hadn't even had to think about it, she walked to the vanity She had noticed when she had stood in the room before the bath. It wasn't until she was seated that she realized what had ~just~ happened. He had ordered her to do something, and she did it, without even hesitating. Surely her expression was comical as the weight of that sank in. Yeah, this was becoming surreal to her mind. She turned, the towel held snugly about her body but it was obvious her legs were spread as if she were about to stand right back up. She didn't move... instead, she slowly pulled her knees back together and turned to sit properly on the stool. Her mouth opened as if she were going to say something.. and closed because, well, what could she possibly say really?
[2019/07/11 13:09:08] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me observed with pleasure how she moved, the response, so natural once her need to control was absent. He came behind her, his eyes on her face in the mirror, as he leaned over her, getting a comb, and then straightening up, he unwrapped her hair, and left the towel over her shoulders as if it were a shawl. Yep, he was 'going to' and there was nothing really that she could do, other than try to fight him. The comb dipped, his hand gathering a goodly amount of hair. Picking from the bottom upward, he gently groomed his slave's hair, the process likely took an ahn or more. He slid into a near trance state, as he worked on her hair, and left her to work on what she was feeling.
[2019/07/11 13:16:47] rowan Held: She watched him move up behind her, staring in the mirror.. the way his hand moved as naturally as if he had every right to do as he pleased, unwinding the towel from her hair as the thick coils of cocoa hair spilled down around her shoulders now covered by the towel. She watched him in the mirror as he leaned over to get the comb, feeling his body press up against her back - that jolt that went through her again paralyzing her. Her face was a mix of pain and worry.. and curious anticipation. For half an ihn she nearly pulled away, mostly because of fear of what was happening in her head and in her belly. His hand had not yet touched her bared flesh, freshly scrubbed from the tub but there was something purely carnal in the way he took her hair in his hand, sensual. Slowly he worked the tangles loose, the silence carrying on between them as she warred with what was going on in her head. He was.. grooming her... like.. a pet. And there was nothing she could do about it, but what was more shocking was the fact that each run of the comb through her hair was mesmerizing, relaxing..... calming her. He would be able to see it if he watched her, the softening of her stiff posture, the way she might tip her head as she began to anticipate what section of her hair he was moving to.
[2019/07/11 13:25:25] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me let the silence linger, the sound of their breath, her pulse in her ears, their eyes connecting now and then in the mirror. It was a soothing ritual, and one he took great joy in. It was unlikely that the woman had ever bothered to fix her own hair, that is what slaves were for. Yet, his touch was not the impersonal one, nor was it one that seemed in 'her service' no. He handled her hair as if it were his to handle. She was a pet, she just had yet to realize it fully. As he worked, the hair lightened and dried. Her skin shed the water, and it all evaporated. He was not yet ready to see her rubbed in lotions and such, that too would come in time.
[2019/07/11 13:32:36] rowan Held: Time ticked by.. moment by moment she was relaxing, not at all comfortable.. .there was an undercurrent within her that still held out hope this was nothing but a temporary situation. She was, for the moment, ignoring all of the warning signs she should have seen, and chalking it up to the bath, the unexpected kindness he was showing her. Had he done this from day one? She would have never cowed to his will, he clearly knew what he was doing even if she had no idea how skillfully he was playing the game, slowly shaping what he wanted through careful application of kindness and deprivation. The more relaxed she became, the more vulnerable she became but she was wholly unaware of that. Like the bosk calf fattened for the slaughter, he could very well have been soothing her only to make her more viciously susceptible to whatever he had planned next for her. She had spent a lifetime of being tended to by slaves, but there was something in his movements, in the way he worked comb through her hair.... it was not the cold impersonal touch, it was actually overly familiar and randomly she felt the flicker of discomfort at what was happening, that constant ebb and flow of what was running through her mind. The towel over her shoulder slipped slightly; she made no movement to cover her shoulder back up, just a peek of that flesh moving down over her front, over her collar bone. Without warning, the thought of the disapproving look her mother would have given her slammed into her mind and her entire body stiffened again, ramrod straight.. she felt like she'd been punched in the gut and wondered what sorcery he had committed to lull her as he had.
[2019/07/11 13:46:47] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me finished her hair, the soft flowing mass was nearly dry, He gently pulled the back of the 'shawl' so it slid free, baring her shoulders again. He gave her a smile, just enough to flash those dimples. "Are you ready to get dressed Rowena?" he asked of her.
[2019/07/11 13:53:23] Ąήìşα Ɗαɱσϋɾ (tzevi): /me moved about the kennel and found another camisk and pulled it on, looked about fearfully unsure weather i was ment to wear one or not but moved to the door and opened it, slipping outside
[2019/07/11 13:54:19] rowan Held: Had he asked her that question ihns earlier, she might have responded differently, but the assault of emotions that was ripping her apart from the inside had left that disparaging glare of her mother buried in her thoughts. Or perhaps it was intuition, something in the way he spoke, the way he stood there... she had a feeling his offer of clothing was not going to be something she was happy with. Perhaps it would be some horrible strip of cloth in which he would parade her around the city for anyone to look upon, or .. naked. If she had only known just how deviously his mind worked, she may have feared what was to come even more. That smile seemed a harbinger of sorts and yet it was not unkind or malicious. Perhaps it was just the fact that he had pulled the towel from her shoulders, leaving them bared. Perhaps it was one of a hundred reasons. She at least knew to not waste her breath and ask him to grant her robes and a veil. The worst part of "getting dressed"? in her mind at least? was the fact that dressed meant.. he would be taking her back out of that room where they were alone, and that meant she might have to meet others. Anger, sadness... and that strange tug in her belly, each vying for control of her thoughts and reactions.
[2019/07/11 14:02:07] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me enjoyed the cascade of emotions. Oh how wonderful was woman. No wonder those who were free kept their faces hidden, for when men could see those faces, each unique, and all expressive, from the way they breathed to each tick or twitch, they read like a well written scroll. "No answer? Perhaps you prefer being naked?" he asked one eyebrow lifting in question as he thought of her paraded through the city naked.
[2019/07/11 14:06:19] rowan Held: /me paled again... there it was, that double-edged sword, carefully plunged with words. She had to answer, and any answer she gave came with an inherent trap; would he grant her request and leave her wondering at what cost it had come, or would he find her request too bland, and so make a choice himself that was certain to leave her humiliated. Her voice, for perhaps the first time, was somewhat soft as she said "I do not suppose, the choice of clothing.. would include robes and a veil?"
[2019/07/11 14:07:43] rowan Held: There was of course the threat of taking her out naked in the streets, something that was beyond her ability to even fully contemplate. Even more softly she said "please.. do not.. take me out naked, please", her voice was close to actually pleading, to begging.
[2019/07/11 14:19:32] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me seemed to be honestly contemplating her request for both the robes and veil and the option of naked. "I would not shame you by putting you in scandalous slave silk, nor, I think the camisk of a slave." He was musing aloud for her benefit. "hmm" Let me see." he turned to the box and extracted some things, they were voluminous, spilling out of his hands and over his arms. He set them on the chair next to her. She could not well see them, only that they were blue, and some yellow. They looked rich, and perhaps she would get her hopes up that they could be modest.
[2019/07/11 19:23:45] rowan Held: She watched as he pulled a pile of material out of the box. There was certainly enough material there to be a set of robes - her heart leaped in her chest.. was he really going to dress her appropriately, let her go? Her eyes widened, but if she were forced to be truthful, she had a moment ... just one.. where she realized that ~may~ not be what she wanted. He had planted a seed in her mind, one she was fighting against, refusing to water and let bloom to life. It was a beautiful material, not the typical cheap threads seen on most slaves, adding to the hopes that perhaps this had just been some awful ruse to some cruel end. Then again... he had toweled her off... and brushed out her hair. It seemed everything he did was giving her conflicting thoughts.
[2019/07/11 19:30:55] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me turned to the woman and gave her an easy smile. "Clothing as you requested Rowena." He set his palm on her shoulder. "Rise and let me see how well my eyes can judge a size." He was going to dress her as well of course, something else to 'control' so she would realize on a deeper level that coverings or a lack of, were his to give or take away.
[2019/07/11 19:34:46] rowan Held: her face fell. there was a slight shake to her head, perhaps unnoticed, perhaps not. She could not fathom what he expected her to do and at the same time, she knew what the goad at his hip felt like. As relaxed as she had been when he combed her hair out, she was tensed tighter than a musician's kaska. It took her nearly a full ehn to finally start to shakily stand up, and even then? She tried to stay right up next to the vanity, almost leaning on it. She had a horrid feeling he was going to expect her to drop the towel so he could judge whether or not his eyes could deduce her size - that he might dress her was far beyond what she had even thought of as a possibility.
[2019/07/11 19:39:23] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me watched, as if entranced. The woman fairly quivered in her rising terror, yet he had been nothing but gentle and kind. Okay, she was not used to have a man in her space, but that was now a part of her life. He told her, "turn, toward the wall," he pointed toward the one with the crate on it. He did not further touch her, just his palm resting on her shoulder, she could easily maneuver, even in her chains
[2019/07/11 19:42:05] rowan Held: /me was alone.. in a room.. with a man. nothing but a towel covering her, a towel he had wrapped around her. She had to force herself to turn, eying that goad on his hip once again. She was trying to find some way to convince herself things could still turn out differently, they could still be ok - after all, he had been what was surely kind, letting her bathe and such. She faced the wall, his hand upon her shoulder, her own right hand went to the small tuck of the towel that was holding it in place, hoping against hope that all he was doing, truly, was studying her size.
[2019/07/11 19:43:20] Qismat (kamea.serin): me tries to sneak out before any one knows,
[2019/07/11 19:44:14] Qismat (kamea.serin): me growls seeing this is the wrong door
[2019/07/11 19:44:52] Qismat (kamea.serin): me growls seeing this is a balcony
[2019/07/11 19:45:23] Qismat (kamea.serin): me growls seeing another door was not her destiination
[2019/07/11 19:47:04] Qismat (kamea.serin): me looked at the balcony , she looked hard and long and perhaps she can shimmy down the balcony
[2019/07/11 19:47:39] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me looked to the pile, and selected the long heavy skirt. He slid it up and around her waist, leaving the towel for the moment in place. He was intent with his task. He hummed a bit, as he worked.
[2019/07/11 19:50:14] Qismat (kamea.serin): /me she looked to the balcony, studied it for a mere moment, smirked some thought if she shimmied down it she might fall and sprang her ankle or something, she certainly did not wish to go down the other flight of steps in fear he was there, though indeed she heard some one fumbling about. thassa green orbs remained trained on the ground of the balcony
[2019/07/11 19:55:06] rowan Held: /me clenched as his hands moved up her waist, pulling the skirt onto her body. He.. was.. DRESSING.... her! If she hadn't had a deathgrip on the knot of towel she would have slapped him. OK, she wasn't quite that stupid, she suspected such a thing would have dire consequences and would all but ensure her fate was sealed. Oh that promise dangling before her, that chance he might still let her go, unbranded, untouched .. above all else, that kept her in check. When that possibility was finally removed, it would likely be fear that would keep her in check. She shuddered, shoving all thoughts aside and focusing instead on the skirt. It wasn't terrible really, not as heavy as the robes she was used to, but still there was hope it would still turn out ok. She realized there was more to be put on but she was getting quite talented at lying to herself, surely he would allow her to put the top on, already envisioning the sleeves or maybe matching gloves. Oh she hoped it had a high neck to hide the horrid collar he hadn't removed yet.
[2019/07/11 20:01:13] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me took the veil, she might hear the clang and clash of the metal chains that hung over it. "Close your eyes Rowena" he told her, "And keep them closed" When she did as he commanded, he put the veils in place. He then took her hair, and put it up in an untidy knot, baring her long neck. He was slow, his touch lingering here or there, so that she might start to get used to such things.
[2019/07/11 20:06:24] Qismat (kamea.serin): /me decided to try her luck with the door up the stairs, tiny hands and fingers would wrap about the door knob she turned it and ... "URTS its locked!" she said quietly, slaping at the door as if it would automaticly open, turning swiftly she looked about franticly , her breathing heighten as she knew sooner or later he will be up here, then she heard his voice, muffled though it may be, yet she heard him, the fear grew with in , she had to find a way out and do it now to go hide in her normal place, Qismat turned once more grabbing at the knob again .. maybe this time it would turn, "URTS" she proclaimed as it did not turn to allow her an exsit
[2019/07/11 20:10:15] rowan Held: her heart was dancing in her chest, eyes closed... the veil affixed to her face, hiding her visage. He was going to let her go! The grip she had on the towel loosened slightly, not enough to let it carelessly slip away but as the veil settled over her face she felt more at ease than she had in the many long weeks since she had been captured and hauled over land and sea. Tears threatened her eyes, this time in relief, not terror or anger. When he began piling her hair up on top of her head, she laughed softly, it was a delightful sound full of excitement and merriment. "and where did you learn to do a lady's hair?" she teased him, by this time convinced he was about to let her loose. "I assure you, my father will pay you well for this".
[2019/07/11 20:16:02] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me had a wicked grin on his lips, as he answered she could hear his amusement. "Oh?" he asked of her. He draped the top around her, fastening the hooks that held it shut under her arms. "Slavers learn many useful skills, Rowena" he quipped, the fabric over her hands that held the towel. Gentle from the back he gave it some pressure. "Let it go, your modesty is safe" he promised.
[2019/07/11 20:21:49] rowan Held: She was uncomfortable that her shoulders remained bare, and she could seriously feel the collar about her throat, somehow it was both cold... and hot. But, she was certain it was about to be removed. She stood there, eyes closed, hoping he had a decent sense of style because a woman did tend to be quite picky about their hair. She should have realized... the fabric had been so clearly blue and gold, but she was fighting the inevitable with all she had in her. Something in his words, or perhaps his tone.. should have warned her. She resisted as lightly tugged on the towel.... but then relented, he was behind her, it wasn't like he could see anything - yeah, she completely forgot about the mirror she was standing by. The towel slipped loose.. she shivered, not that she was cold, it was merely a reaction to knowing she was quite exposed, but... he had said her modesty was safe, right? If it meant she was going to be fully dressed, covered safely behind a passang or so of cloth, she could deal with the momentary discomfort of the situation.
[2019/07/11 20:24:16] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me fastened the rest of the hooks on her brief tunic top, before he lifted and fastened a lovely bit of gold fabric as an accent to the over all appearance. He found her quite lovely, and was pretty sure she going to freak out
[2019/07/11 20:33:34] rowan Held: She stood there, tense. Waiting for him to finish dressing her.. She could hear in his tone that he was approving of her appearance - again, she should have realized that was not exactly a good sign, a slaver would not typically approve of the appearance of a free woman in full robes and veils. She wanted to open her eyes, hoping he had good fashion sense as well as a talent with hair, though she had to admit, the hair felt.. loose, it might need a few more pins to hold it in place. Gloves, she wanted the feel of gloves on her hands.. Small hands delicately fingered the material, exploring the feel of it carefully and comparing it to what she had seen when he had pulled it from the box.
[2019/07/11 20:44:01] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me looked at her, deciding what else she needed. Oh, the rings. "These don't seem right. I think I have something finer for you." He then gently tugged off each one, making a pile on the table. Once they were all removed, he scooped them up and put them in his pouch. He then gently turned her so she could see herself in the mirror. "Open your eyes, now, Rowena, I need to know what you think needs to be changed"
[2019/07/11 20:47:36] rowan Held: Behind the veil her lips pursed as he took her rings. She could hear them jangle as he dropped them in a pouch.. It took her far longer than it should have to realize that her belly was exposed as were her lower arms. Her eyes FLEW open, looking down..... she.. screamed.. It was a sound of fury and fear, wild gaze looked at the mirror and saw her reflection; the sheer veil, the chains, her hair piled loosely atop her head as if to display the collar at her throat. Half naked.... ok, so she wasn't half naked, but in her eyes, she might as well have been stark-raving nude. It was.. obscene, scandalous.... revolting, seeing herself standing there in blue and gold, in.. in.. silks. She finally snapped. Her tiny form spun on her heel, her right hand pulled back and she swung at his face, palm open. Much shorter than he was, and definitely weaker... she was quick but he had strength and anticipation on his part, and she was driven by blind rage while he seemed merely amused..the chance of her blow landing was slim but she did not care, she wanted to hurt him, to claw at his face, to kick him.. anything - the little giani that likely looked more cute in its attack than terrifying, except for her gaze which burned almost black with the anger within, the question of her palm landing soundly across his face would be answered purely by his reflexes.
[2019/07/11 20:52:57] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me had more than expected it, the fact that she only swung one hand and was not trying to kick him to death was a plus. The wrist was caught, as if she had struck a wall. The chain on her wrists precluded her going much higher than her nipple. His eyes remained quite bright in amusement. "Now now Rowena, would you prefer to be naked?" he asked of her.
[2019/07/11 20:56:13] rowan Held: The chains... the damned chains, jerked her movement to a sudden stop, as much as his hand did. Rage pounded in her blood, in her ears and she was already trying to kick him before his words sank in. Granted, she was bare-footed so even if she did manage to kick him, it was certainly going to hurt her like hell. She had no words, just the guttural sounds of a woman who was seeing red. It took several wild attempts at kicking him before what he said sank in.. Her words spat like the venom of an ost "you wouldn't dare", in that moment, the full beauty and confidence of the free woman was visible - nevermind she was in chains, silks and a collar.
[2019/07/11 21:01:05] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me raised one brow, her wrist still in his grip. "Oh?" he asked of her, as his free hand rose as if to begin undressing her. All was proceeding apace, she had been challenged and accepted her loss, and then rewarded which she also accepted. Now a fresh challenge. He knew she would lose, it just would be a matter of her choices as to 'how much' she lost.
[2019/07/11 21:06:53] rowan Held: She tried to bat at his hand, she tried to pull her other hand free of his grip. She tried to back away. There was only so much one could do in such a small space and when one was held in the iron grip of a much larger free man of Gor. Her nostrils flared, breath came in rapid deep movements, he could see her pulse throbbing at her throat, perhaps even that little vein along the side of her head. Somehow, she believed him. He would strip her bare and dance her through the streets as if she were a tavern slut parading to lure men in for drinks and sex. His hand had grasped the top and she stopped moving instantly, terrified he was going to actually remove it. It hadn't taken him long to overpower the fight in her, not even the goad was pulled, nor a hand raised to her. "let.. me.. go", she whispered, still venomous, but.. softer.
[2019/07/11 21:10:23] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me exhaled neither hand moved, his eyes still danced in amusement of it all. "Ask me nicely Rowena" he told her, managing not to grin. Such fire she had was going to make her so much more valuable when she bent to the inevitablle. "You look lovely. Tell me what if anything you feel should be changed."
[2019/07/11 21:16:50] rowan Held: She raged again, being told she was lovely.. dressed like nothing but a slave???? She jerked her hand again, trying to wrest free but his grip was unrelenting. "let me go, let me go, let me go" she all but screamed. There was no reasoning with her at that moment, instead her other hand tried to reach up to pull the offensive sheer veil from her face - damn chains. Everything she tried, it was as if he had anticipated it, planned it... knew what she would do and how to counter it before it could come to pass. At that moment, he could have struck her full in the face and she wouldn't have cared - at least not for about the 0.268 ihns it would take for the pain to sink in. The goad forgotten about at his hip - she knew... this moment.. was it. The moment she stopped fighting this, her fate would be sealed... he knew it as well. Just as he could tell she was already tiring, getting weaker - days of barely eating, weeks of living in a state of constant anxiety - her physical resources were exhausted and within a few more ehn, her struggling lessened.
[2019/07/11 21:22:42] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me laughed at her, an bold and open laugh. He used her right hand and pushed it backwards until he could lift her wrist behind her back. He pulled her against his leg, as he reached for her other limb as it flailed, it too being pushed behind her back. Carefully, he hooked them together, his eyes still rich in amusement. "Ask Nicely Rowena" he repeated holding her so she might not realize her hands were actually locked behind her back.
[2019/07/11 21:28:47] rowan Held: It was likely effortless for him, to simply twist his grip enough to force her to turn or risk her elbow or shoulder dislocating. Her body turned, his other hand capturing her other wrist. She didn't hear the lock snick into place, she only felt his grip holding her wrists. Breasts heaved against the thin material, straining with every turbulent breath she took. She was small up against him, her body held against his leg. His calm demeanor was as maddening as.... well, everything. Her world was teetering on the edge, and it would be his hand that capitulated her down the steep slope, fallen from a point of being the daughter of a wealthy merchant of Ar.. to nothing but.. a slave. What was it he had said that first night, correcting her.. that she was not just "a slave", but "HIS slave". She sobbed, unable to move as he held her so securely. "please... please.. let me go, please".
[2019/07/11 21:31:50] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me slowly released his grip on her wrists, and then turned toward the door. "See, that was not so hard, was it." He unlocked the door and gestured for her to proceed him in exiting the room. He was pleased, she only lost a little pride. It could have gone much worse from his point of view. The more she had, the more control over her that she gave him unknowingly
[2019/07/11 21:37:29] rowan Held: It wasn't until his hands released her that she realized he had locked her wrists behind her back. She shook her head as she stared at the door. She was unable to move one foot in front of the other. She was exposed, dressed in salacious attire, the sheer veil on her face a mockery of what she was. She was on the verge of collapsing to the floor and the hot sting of tears burned her eyes making the chocolate hue seem to be melting within their sockets. At that moment, she would have done anything to not go out that door, and that thought was the one that finally won out. "please.. I will do anything. Do not.. make me.. go out... dressed.. like.. like.. this". The words still hung in the air when she realized the mistake she had just made, the words she had uttered.. .and just what that meant. As a free woman, she would have to honor her words... or face the consequences - and just like that, the trap he had laid snapped shut around her.
[2019/07/11 21:40:57] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me looked at her, "you are lovely. But. If you prefer, naked is an option" he stated, reaching again for her, as if to start taking the lovely and costly fabric from her form. "Most new slaves spend months waiting for a scrap of fabric, perhaps there is a reason for that" he mused. If she did not recant, or struggle too much, he would begin unhooking her top the veil would be easy to deal with
[2019/07/11 21:44:58] rowan Held: She had to think fast, make a decision fast... and she wasn't exactly at her sharpest at that moment. She had no means of stopping him from removing the top, no means ... except... walking.. through.. that.. door. Woodenly, she stepped forward, the gracefulness of her steps stilted, she felt like she was walking toward her death and in truth, that was what was happening. The free woman she had been... would cease to exist. She gave a soft shake of her head, for as awful as it was to be seen in public like this, it would be far worse to be even less covered. She thought about the white silks she had been transported in, just a means of giving a visual to the men on the ship to not touch her. Step by slow step... she moved to the door, and out into the hallway, trying to not be acutely aware of how her breasts were jutting out thanks to the tiny top and her wrists locked behind her back.
[2019/07/11 21:45:08] Qismat (kamea.serin): me sighed as she heard all the mufflinf and screaming from down under
[2019/07/11 21:46:10] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me turned her toward the stairs. "Up" he told her not exiting the house yet
[2019/07/11 21:47:34] rowan Held: /me managed to go up the steps, half leaning on the wall every couple of stairs. The very last thing she wanted to see? other people. and of course, there were other people there. no chance to just... go hide somewhere.
[2019/07/11 21:49:10] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me saw the girl that he had been interviewing earlier. "Ah I see you woke" he murmured. "We are heading upstairs. what kind of cookie did you plan on making?"
[2019/07/11 21:54:25] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me crossed further over the floor, heading to the next flight of stairs. "Qismat, is it not?" he asked of her the one he had granted leave to sleep on the third floor. "How do you like your bed?" he asked her, the captive behind him all but stamping her bare feet
[2019/07/11 22:00:23] Qismat (kamea.serin): /me was not the type to be overly loving , robotic like, Qismat spoke with out words that would slip out from others mouth, yet she said nothing, though for sure, she knew it would happen a day when her mouth will over load her own ass, she stood there for some time, glaring and hissing at the girl , then he spoke she did not take her eyes off the girl, but rather responded with kind " Master it was different, all the more comfort, i suppose, more so then i to sleep under a wagon" she said, as her eyes met the girl with anger, ismat wanted to leap at her and rip at her silks, a disgusting sight, she looked down at her camisk and then back at her, oh how she wanted to tell him how they explained to her, how they said all intakes were to dress as she... but she dared not correct the man instead after she replied she continued to hiss, running her fingers through her sunburst tresses, to be sure it stayed hung so low pooling about her back and shoulders
[2019/07/11 22:02:12] rowan Held: She followed him, in fact, she stayed pretty darn close to him. Not because that's where she wanted to be, but because his body was enough to act like a makeshift shield for her, some small way for her to hide in her humiliation. She did not look at the other girl, she did not speak, the culmination of recent weeks was making her head spin, a headache pounded in her temples, she wanted to throw up... she wanted to sleep and wake up to find this was all just a horrible nightmare. Maybe she had fallen and hit her head, and this was just.. a coma? She heard him mention a bed... somehow, she suspected when he might finally let her collapse in her exhaustion it would not be in a comfortable bed .. likely the floor, likely chained in place. New waves of panic washed over her. Would he leave her in the kennel house? What did it mean that he said she was his slave? She was.. lost, in more ways than one. And the only tether she would have - would likely be the man behind whom she now hid. She noted the different way the other girl was dressed, wondering at the significance, if there even was any.
[2019/07/11 22:07:23] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me realized something was amiss with the wagon girl, although he was unsure of what it was. "Rowena, you remember Qismat, do you not?" they had bumped into each other, so to speak on Rowena's first night in the Kennels, his captive that had been contracted for and delivered. She would be broken to his will, in time, and for now, it amused him no end to let her appear as a mockery of her former lofty freedom. "Did you find the stew upstairs?" he asked Qismat
[2019/07/11 22:10:56] Qismat (kamea.serin): /me thassa green pools of orbs pierced through him as she diverted her glare to Him, she fiend another smile as she tried to be polite to Him, hearing his words "yes Master" she said "though, Master, I did not eat it as i was not sure if it was meant for me" and did not look at the beast any further as the girl tucked herself behind him, though, infact if Qismat wanted to she would leap onto him just to get at her, tightening her lips a bit as she clenched at her fist she held her back, though, if it were in the wagons, the girl would of had a thrashing, she recalled for a moment how her Master made Qismat fight, even fight for her own life, to fight a girl before him, that aame anger rose with in once more
[2019/07/11 22:15:34] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Up-up-up" he said to Kismet. "The stew is for the slaves to be eating, and will be made fresh daily." Now she knew to eat it. "Are you feeling about ready to earn something a bit different to wear?" he asked of Qismet. "And. Be sure you use the tub down in the room of preparations to keep clean, hmm?"
[2019/07/11 22:15:51] rowan Held: She just stood there, silent. If the other girl was glaring at her or angry, she was pretty much unaware of it, misery tended to blind one to other events, at least for a time, but it would be a fool who thought that a quiet person was an easy target, though of course, her wrists locked behind her, she was indeed an easy target. Then again, perhaps it was to ensure she could not open any doors and possibly launch herself from the upper floors out a window in the fashion of Tommen diving from the Red Keep - yep, she was that crushed by what had transpired.
[2019/07/11 22:18:53] Qismat (kamea.serin): /me archeda brow for a moment, her face spoke with emotion she said not another word except to try and sound agreeable about wearing something other then what she had to wear, turing on the small ball of her foot as she quickly headed up the stairs
[2019/07/11 22:25:36] αгєℓℓα ℓυηαşєα (arella.ohmai): /me was growing agitated the more she wandered around and the more lost she became. Finally she was back at the lower part of the slave house and huffed a few times." This better be the correct entrance" she grumbled to herself. She approached the door and gave it a few jiggle till she came to the conclusion it was locked. As her eye began to twitch she balled up a gloved fist and pounded it three times upon the wood of the door before pacing a bit up and down lattice work and calling out as loud as she could" SLAVER ARE YOU AROUND?"
[2019/07/11 22:26:12] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me led the woman to the third floor. He moved over to the door passing through and leaving it ajar for Qismat to join or not. Once in the next room, he led his captive to the chair and guided her to sit in front of it.
[2019/07/11 22:26:55] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): shouts: ...
[2019/07/11 22:27:18] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me looked over the railing at her and called out. 'Yes? Can I help you?
[2019/07/11 22:27:54] rowan Held: /me followed, not like she had a choice. He guided her over to the windows and indicated she should be on the floor. At that moment, she didn't care. She folded to the ground, curled up as best she could with her wrists bound behind her, and within half an ehn, she was fast asleep.
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