7-14-19 RolePlay Log
Section 1: The Start of the Day
Section 1: The Start of the Day
Naja (luthienvs) peeks outside the pen as listens some
noises and stretches her arms making all her back cracks as she stretch like a
giani, makes a soft deep purring noise and rubs her face a little yawning super
big
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) came in, unlocked the gates,
before he leaned his back on the wall and admired his Rowena. It was one of his favourite pasttimes,
watching the girl seeing how she moved, the slow evolution from arrogant,
clumsy, frozen free woman, to sensual, graceful, heated slave girl.
Rowena (rowan.held) kept herself nudged back in the corner
of the cell, her eyes slowly blinking open as the sounds of the kennel
interrupted her sleep. it had been, yet
again, a night of fitful sleep - now aided by the nightmares, and dreams, of
what she had witnessed yesterday just beyond the door of the room in which she
was now locked. Naked. Again.
This was horrible. She was
starting to envy the girls in the camisks simply because they were outside the
kennel cells and dressed. She looked
out, seeing Luthien there and smiled, a smile that froze as the man came into
view as well. Her heart sped up, or
maybe it slowed down? At this point she
couldn't really tell, her reactions to him were slowly being altered though she
was unaware of it on a conscious level, and it left her more confused by the
ehn. "Tal" she said, trying to
use her hands and arms to cover herself as best she could.
Naja (luthienvs) as the gates are unlocked opens them and
stretches a bit more to relax her arms and legs rubbing still a bit her eyes,
purrs and looks at the Master speaking with soft but still sleeping voice:
"Greetings Jarl" rubs her head and closes her eyes a second blinking
a little, when she wake up her mind is still not awake and yea .. she called
him Jarl .. gasps trying so to correct it as soon as possible clearing his
throat: "ermmmm I meant Master" looks up to him with a big try
flatting smile
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) smiled enough that one dimple
popped out "Good morning
slaves. New day. Baths await, fresh clothing as well."
His head swivelled like an auto-cannon tracking on an incoming fighter. "Whipping position" he told her,
the words barked out in a harsh fashion.
Dina (tzevi) looked out and then moved away from the bars,
the pen was safe, it kept me safe
Rowena (rowan.held): Why did he have to stand there just
looking at her like that? It was
unnerving, the confident... not quite cocky, but definitely self-assured,
stance.. The look in his eyes, the curve
of his lip.. as if he were content with simply looking at her - it made her
feel like a piece of meat, especially given that she was naked. Her eyebrows lifted, the expression on her
uncovered face was clearly one of impatient expectation, as if to say
"gonna let me out of this disgusting hole" with nothing but the set
of her countenance. She cringed at
hearing his command, for a moment she was unsure if he meant her or not - and then
she realized what it meant. Her face was
crestfallen, he was going to whip her friend.. and she was .. going to have to
at least hear it, even if she looked away.
Naja (luthienvs) whines a very little and sighs deep, she
just woke up and her mind betrayed herself, takes a deep breath and folds her
legs down, swallowing looks up at him with super begging eyes but well he
warned her so she really do not fight at all, just pouts cause she really do
not wanted to disobey but she was also half asleep , swallowing pulls her hair away
from her back , curls her arms against her chest holding her head down forehead
against the floor nibbling her low lip hard
Alesandro
(alex.lavendel) noted Dina backing up, the paling of Rowena and the bond's
sudden shock, her whining, the small pout, as if he might just this once
forgive her. The blond hair slid
forward, baring the back, as he shook out the whip's falls. He pulled his arm back, and slashed the whip
forward, the sound of the leather spreading and slapping, loud in the pens, the
tips curving over her ass to add their own sharp sting, as five fat welts
bloomed on the pale flesh, soon to darken to their own rich shade of dark blue.
The man was thorough if nothing else.
"Baths, clothes.
Upstairs" he told them all.
Dina (tzevi): let out
a sigh and curled on the floor
Rowena (rowan.held)
watched as the door swung open, the temptation of a bath and clothes - yeah,
about the clothes, this was getting tedious.. but still, it was better than
naked. She kept her arms and hands over
what intimate bits she could, and scurried out the door and down the hall,
trying to press up against the wall as she passed him, not wanting to
accidentally touch him, or get within range of his whip.
Naja (luthienvs) hisses hard but do not dare to move, a deep
pain crosses her back and down to her ass, the five blades made all super
painful and she thanks all the Gods that she made just 1 word wrong, tears runs
from her eyes but not only for the pain, but much more was the pain inside,
stands shaking a little and holding her gaze down so to try to hide her tears,
so whispers a soft: "yes M.. Master" while walks slowly to the bath
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): had ventured out into the hall to
see a slave in obsience, and whip and all sorts of things. She knelt quietly
and waitied
Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "You too, kajira. Baths and clean clothes." he told
her. She was not exempt from the daily
washing ritual. Orders given he headed
upstairs. "Third Floor girls. Harta!" with that he went up himself.
Rowena (rowan.held): She wasn't hesitant about the bath,
slipping into the tub and immediately beneath the water, her fingers unpinning
the nightmare hairstyle he had given her so the long tresses could soak the
stench of the kennel pens out of each strand.
She did, at least this time, remember to grab the soap first. She sniffed it, of course it wasn't
scented. She missed the fragrance she
used to wear, like cocoa and blackwine.
She was reaching a point where bargaining seemed a reasonable option,
but part of her felt like making a bargain with him would be like bargaining
with a Kur; a choice he would see to it she regretted, but... she wanted the
oil, the lotion, something - and surely he would not exact ~too~ hefty of a
price in exchange for something that would likely appeal to him anyway. Oh boy, wait, nope. Why on all of Gor would she be thinking about
whether or not something about HER would appeal to HIM. She lathered up, rinsed off and hopped out of
the tub, snatching a towel with a bit more gusto than make have been necessary
and went to see what travesty of wardrobe he had set out for her.
Naja (luthienvs) takes a long deep breath while steps in and
still holds her head down, walks for the tube and starts to washes herself very
slowly as moves the side where she was whipped its a bit harder, nibs her low
lip and starts to clean up now the lash so to be sure that is cleaned and not
infected, hisses a bit while swallowing washes her very very careful in every
single inch of her body, rubs her hair a few time and rinses all very careful
so to be sure to washes herself again once more and make her skin a bit red,
takes a long breath while finish and dries herself, Verminium scent touches her
skin now, moves to the clean cloth box and gets a camisk that could fit her,
nibs her low lip and wears it slowly trying to keep it off from her back as
much as she can while rubs and brush her hair fixing them, once done takes a
breath walking slowly outside while see puppet move in, looks to her with a
little smile but her cerulean eyes now were a bit red
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): entered the small room, where she
had been told to go. "fancy" she said as she closed the door behind
her. She smiled some seeing the woman who had once been free. "i'm
sorry.." she said slowly, now venturing behind the screen
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had bowls of vulo stew, waiting
for the girls. He also had a soaked rag
sitting in a bowl, the strong smell of paga in the room, a set of forms on his
side table, and an odd tin with a fabric covered cake of something. The pad
itself was a dark indigo so dark it might even seem black.
Rowena (rowan.held): She looked at the pile of material,
already knowing what she was going to find for it was the same sort of material
she'd been in the last couple of days, yet another color. She sulked as she pulled the pieces from the
pile. Ok, better than naked, better than
naked... that's what she kept telling herself.
The color was attractive, the material was definitely not cheap, and it
fit her as if he had known her exact measurements to give to the seamstress
when he had placed his order. She froze
midway of pulling the skirt up. He had
said, oh what was it, what was it, memory combed to think of it.. something
about.. the clothes he had had made.. for.. her. Planned.
Her capture.. had been.. planned.
Back and forth she went, convincing herself it was Arcadia and Bella,
not him, then random happenstance... and yet, she knew, deep inside, the truth
she could not yet face. She gave a
vicious shake of her head and jerked the skirt up over narrow hips, the top to
follow and finally the skirt before turning her attention to her hair and
trying to create an appropriate and fashionable free woman's up-do. She did manage to smile to the other girls
crowding into the room, a semi-friendly gesture at least - hey, little steps,
right?
Naja (luthienvs) walks upstairs and could find the Slaver
where he was the day before, looks down for a moment while moves closer, pushes
her head on the floor next to the Master's foot, her back hurt as touched by
the camisk, holds her arms near her head keeping the karta position and do not
moving till ordered, a whispers come from her lips while searches to swallows
some tears of shame: "this girl beg your forgiveness Master, she will be
much more careful to her language and her words also when she wake up
Master"
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): The water felt good as she sunk
into the small tub. She thought about
the woman on the other side of the screen and called out to her "It gets
better.." she said to her.
"It's easier if you just let go.."
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): looked to rowon thoughtfully,
"You wear the silks of a slave, yet the veil of a Free Woman. I don't understand"
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) tapped the girl's butt. "Tower" he told her, "see that
you do. I mean what I say." he told her, some, no, many girls were used to
bending or breaking the rules with impunity.
He was not that guy. Of course,
his firm discipline became a double edged sword, so to speak. He shook his head at himself. "Are you hungry?" He asked
her. putting her card on top, the room
smelling fragrantly of the vulo.
Rowena (rowan.held) did what she could, figuring she could
not spend an ahn on her hair like she would have had her slaves do at home, he
would probably have a conniption fit over that, and the chains? Yeah, she had to mostly bend over to even
reach her hair to do anything with it - the result was a slightly messy attempt
- again. She looked toward the screen,
puppet's voice from behind and hissed "not... a chance", yes, Rowena
was stubborn - then again, what free woman wasn't? Was it not their stubbornness that ~kept~
them free? She turned and moved to the
door, every step seemed to have a different quality to it, that sirik doing its
job, training her gait to be more loose and graceful; combined with the way she
walked, head held high and shoulders back, a glimpse could be seen of what she
might turn out to be when he finished molding what he wanted of her with that
careful skill he had. "This",
she gestured to the veil, "is not what a free woman would wear, this.. is
insultingly sheer", she said with a glance over her shoulder to the girl
before she pretty much flounced out the door and up the stairs.
Naja (luthienvs) feels the touch on her butt and listens his
order, slowly slides back down in tower while breath softly, like to answer his
question her stomach growl deep and she whispers: "yes Master, very
hungry" the scent of vulo was making her mouth watering while breaths
softly and just now dare to looks up to him, her eyes still a bit red but she
was now a bit more calm, turns her head looking Rowena move closer and offers
her a smile not that super happy smile cause yea she still was a bit in pain
but at least now she was smiling, blushes so softly and looks back to him
nibbling her low lip while searches to do not move at all
Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Tower Rowena, if you want
some breakfast" he told her.
"Right hand" he said to Naja, planning on doing her finger
printing.
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): returned to his office giving
Rowan a glance and a shrug of her shoulders.
She had tried to help her, tried to offer advice but the woman was too
stupid to accept it. She would fight
this all the way and end up dying in the long run. Puppet frankly didn't care
anymore. She was tired of the stupidity of the South and just wanted to go home
Rowena (rowan.held): Her tummy rumbled as the scent of the
food reached her nose - loud enough half the city might have heard it, a deep
blush colored her face behind that sheer veil and she swallowed, staring at the
ground. There were other scents mingled
in, not as appealing, like that of paga.
She looked at the table, the bowls... his paperwork, something under a
bit of dark material, a bowl with a rag in it.
"probably capture scent" she thought to herself, figuring he
had designs on another free woman to pull into his den of inequity known as a
kennel. She moved a little closer,
having had the debate in her head about obeying him versus going hungry -
hungry won out and she sank to her knees with all the lack of grace she could
manage, deliberately, moving to his left as he ordered Luthien to his
right. She kept back from his chair
though, not some eager tart wanting to spread herself over the man's foot or
something.
Naja (luthienvs) slides on the right side of the Master
while looks to Puppet and so back to Rowena, nibs her own low lip and smiles
softly still sniffing the air as the great scent of vulo was filling her
nostrils, looking to Rowena smiles big and nods but moves a little her fingers
like to tell her to move closer, wiggles her fingers trying to do not show lot
their movements inviting her to steps closer
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked up at the other bond. He could see her unhappiness that bordered on
contempt. He was not amused at all. As the other came closer, he rolled fingers
over ink, and then over the card, handing her the rag and repeating on her
other hand. "Clean up the ink don't
get it on yourself or your clothes." he told Naja. "After that you may eat, and give a bowl
to Rowena as well" He beckoned for Puppet to come closer
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): had been paying apt attention to
what was going on about her. The former
free woman was very much starting to annoy her with her pompous attitude and
the way she pouted and carried on. There
was a time and a place for such nonsense, and it was just getting in the way
now. She had been lucky she had not
simply been chained and kept locked away in a cell with one way mirrors so that
any may view her. She smiled however to
the woman, offering yet another encouraging look but she had pretty much given
up hope on her. Seeing the Master beckon
her near, she fell forward, pushing those perfectly shaped tits into the floor
and crawled near, but not near enough to the other two
Naja (luthienvs) feels the ink on her fingers and blushes so
strong, curls a super little her nose as she just had a shower, looks at him
while puts her fingers on the papers so to do the other hand, takes the rag and
starts to clean up her fingers super super careful trying to removes all the
ink and do not get dirty once more, rubs and rubs more till all came off and
she folds the cloth and puts it where it was before, so takes the bowl for
herself handing one to Rowen and smiling so to her, so looks to the other bowl
and back to Puppet, but she can not take it at all as she had no order to do
it, nibs her low lip and starts to take a piece of vulo between her fingers
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) scowled a bit at the
gathering. "You two back up, so I can
print this slave, hmm?" he told Naja and Rowena, "Unless you want me
to print you as well Rowena?" yeah he was slightly testy.
Rowena (rowan.held) took the bowl offered by the other girl
and gladly scooted out of the way, moving to the edge of the rug.
Naja (luthienvs) steps back so to let puppet move closer
while she eat her stew, her stomach so happy right now and the pain was even
less, purrs softly while she eat another piece of food and smiles to her
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): crawled up closer to the man,
waiting for further instruction
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) set Puppet's card down and said,
"Right hand" it was a pretty simple procedure, ensured security and
the ability to 'reclaim' a girl.
Once he was given the hand, he rolled
each digit over the ink pad, and rolled it over the card. He gave her the paga
soaked rag to clean with, and asked for the left hand, to which he repeated the
performance. "Clean your hands and
you may eat." he told her, "Don't get that on yourself, or your
tunic" a simple admonishment. He
then looked at the girls and asked.
"Have you learned the
city?"
Rowena (rowan.held): Rowena huffed a bit when he suggested
fingerprinting her, snatching a bite of the vulo from the bowl. She was more focused on eating than being
irritated though. That was one thing not
many people seemed to understand - it was wearisome to constantly have to put
on the coldness of a free woman like it was a coat, but keeping up pretenses
was expected when one was free, and failing to do so as a free woman almost
always lead, eventually, to a collar.
She was taking pains to not spill anything on the top as she ate,
grateful to be at least a little bit covered, she did not want to risk sullying
the top only to have it taken away.
Another night in the pen naked had altered her thinking on the clothes
just the teeniest bit. She saw the way
puppet simply crawled to the man, her expression sharing her thought
"disgusting", then looked to the other girl, wondering if the welts
from that single blow still hurt. It
wasn't something she expected to ever experience personally. As he had so clearly told her the night
before that she would not be given the opportunity to esca... errr.. learn the
city, she knew the question was not directed at her, and stayed quiet - eating.
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): was rather robotic in her actions,
allowing him to roll her fingers on the paper.
When it was done, she carefully wiped her hands on the rag and slipped
back from him
Naja (luthienvs) blushes so hard and takes a deep breath:
"Master I .. I got lost just also around here I .. I really do not know
how I can learn an up down up down up down city, I would lose myself so many
time, I tried and I needed like hours to find back the kennel "looks down
a bit and nibs her low lip
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): leaned in close to Rowen,
whispering low in her ear so that only she could hear what she was about to say
"I can get you out.."
Naja (luthienvs) remains silently while looks between them
all and eats her food looking time in time to puppet motions her the bowl with
the food for her, smiling nips her low lip and continue to eat
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): had forgotten how hungry she was
and when she was offered the bowl, she dipped her hand into it pulling out a
bit of meat and popped it into her mouth "thank you" she said
Rowena (rowan.held) wasn't keen on the slave being so close
to her, the girl wasn't like one of the tower slaves that served her at home,
she was... yeah, one of those kind. But,
the whispered words certainly got her attention, though her immediate reaction
was to look at the man, certain he had super-sonic hearing or would have seen
the girl lean over and wonder why. She
did manage to keep the look of shock off her face, though. She gave only the slightest nod of her head,
the girl might have seen it, or might not have seen it, a silent acknowledgment
that she'd heard what the girl said.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "So, have you learned the
city then?" He asked of puppet, thinking on a name that would be useful lo
call her by. "Jami" he settled
on, she would be the bond Jami. Pretty name,
foreign sounding, faintly barbaric.
"Yes" he said too Puppet, "You are now a Jami"
Puppet (prettylilpuppet): looked to Rowan, giving her a slow
nod and smile. To others, it would
simply look as though she was being nice, but the two knew. What Rowan didn't know was that puppet wanted
to be her out of the city into the arms of something more sinister, then so be
it. She'd look to the man now and smile
"Thank you Master"
Naja (luthienvs) smiles happy for Jami and winks to her
whispernig a soft: "congratulation Jami" nods a few time smiling
while finish her bowl and puts it under the table so to get it there and ready
to removes once ordered
Rowena (rowan.held) wasn't keen on the slave being so close
to her, the girl wasn't like one of the tower slaves that served her at home,
she was... yeah, one of those kind. But,
the whispered words certainly got her attention, though her immediate reaction
was to look at the man, certain he had super-sonic hearing or would have seen
the girl lean over and wonder why. She
did manage to keep the look of shock off her face, though. She gave only the slightest nod of her head,
the girl might have seen it, or might not have seen it, a silent acknowledgment
that she'd heard what the girl said.
Rowena (rowan.held) made a mental note of the name... she
wasn't fond of this girl, that "silk slave" comment still ringing in
her ears but, she'd take whatever help she could get before it was too
late. She didn't trust the girl, who
would, but.. one option was better than no options, right? She took another bite of her food though her
thoughts were hardly on hunger at this point.
Naja (luthienvs) looks up to the Master and nips her low lip
blushing softly while looks to Rowena, smiles to her again while she crawls
closer to the Master, not enough to touch him but just to being a bit closer
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked to the girls, "You
done?" he asked of them, ready to put away the cards, and to move along to
something else.
Rowena (rowan.held): Her bowl was mostly empty, she was
full... or more, no longer all that hungry.
Like all women, free or slave, there were schemes and plots running
rampant in her thoughts, fueled by what the girl Jami had whispered to her, oh
how that sweet promise of reprieve from the direction this man was trying to
send her life seemed. Sweet enough that
some of the caution she should have had was tossed to the wayside, something
the man had already figured out... holding that possibility over, yanking it a
bit further away each time. She rose,
still unaware of the changes the sirik was making in her movements, and stepped
to the table to set the bowl down.
"You have a decent cook here" she told the man, trying to
make.. polite.. conversation.
Naja (luthienvs) smiles and nods speaking so a softly:
"yes Master, I finished" licks her low lip and looks so to Rowena
chuckling softly to her words, giggling looks at the slaver and so back to her:
"i like it so lot, instead of the gruel all is super better "giggles
softly again with childish giggle
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) rose to his feet, "Carry your
bowls to the kitchen" he told them.
"And then we can go outside." he murmured, sick of the inside
of the building.
Rowena (rowan.held): Yep, that idea appealed to her. She wanted to go outside, a chance to study
the city streets. The irony was, her
first thought wasn't the total humiliation of what she was wearing. Then again, maybe she just figured a chance
at escape was worth the immodest attire.
She lifted the bowl and made her way to the kitchen, setting it down for
one of the kettle girls to clean.
"that sounds like a fine idea" she said to the man as if they
were somehow on equal footing - her agreeableness was probably enough to alert
him something was up.
Naja (luthienvs) gets her own bowl and rushes in the kitchen
trotting and bouncing, yea .. she had a dark bruise on her back and arse but
well she was also happy that they are going outside, so puts the bowl in the
basin washing it super careful and drying it, so walks outside and looks at the
Master with a super smile on her lips rubbing time in time the dark bruise on her arse
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) pulled a leash from his belt, and
stared at Rowena. "Lesha" he
told her, the command to turn her chin to the left so he could more easily
leash her. He was definitely being an
urt today. He saw that both were eager
and excited, pleased with their reaction.
Rowena (rowan.held) looked at him, cold fury in her
eyes. "Is that really
necessary?" she said in an unfriendly way, lifting her arms as far as the
sirik would permit, and rattling the chains to make her point, "it isn't
like I can run or anything". She
made no attempt to move her head in obedience, she was not about to take any
pose of a slave. The ihns ticked by as
her thoughts did, constantly poking and prodding at outcomes of everything she
did.. what if her refusal to tip her head meant he left her in the kennel, she
would not get the chance to study the road system? Not to mention, she'd be bored out of her
mind left there. She wanted to slap him,
right hand slowly curled fingers inward and her mouth pursed tightly. Huffing, she said "Fine!" and just
barely turned her head so that her chin was to the left. Her cheeks flamed red.
Naja (luthienvs) nibs her low lip listening Rowena's words
and takes a long deep breath, holds it as swallows a bit harder trying to
remain very very still like to be invisible, looks the Slaver and so looks back
to Rowena and blushes
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) was amused at her antics, as she
bent to his will, "Next time, move it a bit more." He used his thumb
and moved it as he wished, holding it as he wished, and then clipped the
leash. "Behave" he warned
her. Once she was secured, he was ready
to go. He opened the door, and gestured
for the girls to proceed him out of the building, he would ensure that it
locked as he closed it.
Naja (luthienvs) takes a long deep breath once outside and
smiles looking curious all around, the noise of the water make her calm and
relaxed while she continue to looks around to try to learn as more as possible
but really sure that she will lose her self as well
Rowena (rowan.held) could see the discoloration on Naja's
backside and cringed slightly, not only from the color but also the fact that
she was ~looking~ at the girl's
butt. She could barely contain her
irritation as he touched her face and moved it as he pleased, as if he had
every right to do so. His touch burned
her skin as if he'd set a flame to it and she wanted nothing more than to break
away from that contact. Welcome relief
when the leash clicked into place and he removed his hand. She grumbled wordless sounds as she mostly stomped
out the door behind him, ignoring the way her blood thudded a bit faster in her
veins for some reason. She did her best
to clear her thoughts, wanting to pay careful attention to everything she saw,
landmarks, trees, roadways, buildings, anything that would let her craft
various routes around the city, but mostly, she was looking for the quickest
way to the docks.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) came out a little and to the
right. "Look over the edge
here" he instructed new slave.
"See, this is the lower entrance to the kennels." He gestured
to include the square. "This is for
the lower caste folks, at the end opposite the kennels, the metal worker."
he told her. Then he pointed to the bank
on this level to their left, "Bank there, you see?" and then beyond
it the cafe. "Cafe is there. Understand?"
Naja (luthienvs) listens very careful and pulls herself up
her hands on the edge looking down, she was on tip toe but not touching so lot,
looks where he say and so searches to see as more as possible: "yes
Master, I understood" Smiles trying to keep all in her mind
Rowena (rowan.held) also looked over the edge, noting the
awning of blue and gold marking the slavers' building. She recalled that the metal worker's was down
the alley that direction. Looking to the
left, she saw the city square, and the lovely little pond, she paused long
enough to see if there were any brightly colored fish swimming in it.. cafe
noted as well as the bank. Pond, bank,
cafe, pond bank cafe... she committed it to her memory.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) exited the small courtyard. He pointed to the tall building where every
visitor came down. "See how tall
and thin it is? It is a good landmark for you to find if you are lost. Cafe is in line with it, and the Palace is
beyond the cafe, still in a straight line.
He then pointed to his left to the large building. "that is the Inn, and there trimmed in
blue and gold, is the slaver's compound" he pointed to the building they
had departed.
Naja (luthienvs) looks around and searches to see what he
speaking about, turns her head as fast as she can and feels her heart so rush
in her chest trying to keep all in her mind, swallows looking time in time to
Rowena before smiles again: "yes I see Master"
Rowena (rowan.held): Back through the garden outside the
kennel, and through the archway. Ok,
this was familiar, the first day he had taken her out in those horrible silks..
wait.. she looked down at herself, she was STILL wearing the same style
clothing! Bah, maddening. Focus Rowena, focus, pay attention to your
surroundings, she chided herself. She
noted the tall building, sensing that was significant, she recalled coming down
a monumental set of stairs when she had been brought there, hooded. It seemed reasonable that it was the only
structure that could account for that - it was likely her way out - and RIGHT
near the kennel too! Her eyes quickly
scanned the area, but perhaps she should have been more attentive to why he was
so freely explaining where everything was, surely he knew the woman had not
given up on the idea of finding a way out of his dastardly clutches? Oh, the inn!
She wondered if they had tea, of course they did, but was it any good -
a good cup of tea was often hard to find.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) considered his captive and could
almost hear her thoughts. He let a smile
touch his lips. He stepped closer to
Rowena, and put his hand on the back of her tunic, and pulled, hard and fast,
tearing the shirt free, baring her magnificent tits to the sun light. This would get him two points, one, he liked
looking at tits, and two, she would be so upset and distracted that her head
would not do well at processing anything but her rage at him, as he tucked the
now rag, into his belt. He then moved to
his right, letting her follow, as if it did not matter at all to him that her
tits were now fully displayed.
Naja (luthienvs) blinks blinks looking at the Master and
Rowena, the ripping noise make her gasps hard and swallows stepping a little
back from Rowena now that she have naked boobies, blushes so strong and looks
the Master a few moment getting ready to the explosion
Rowena (rowan.held): She cried out, loudly, thank the Kings
no one else was around to hear the shriek and look that direction. The top, thin material was no match for his
strength, tore loose easily enough. She
~whirled~ around on her heel, scraping her bare foot on the stones a bit and
either tried to snatch at the fabric as he was tucking it into his belt, or
strike him - did it matter? The sirik
ensured neither of those actions could be done, and she stumbled forward
slightly, nearly falling right into him.
That sent her into another scurry, trying to avoid even TOUCHING the
man.. her now-bared breasts swung heavily, feeling the heat of the sun on flesh
that had never felt such a thing before.
She wanted to run, hide... escape, cry, vanish in a flurry of blue
flame. "How DARE you!" she
hissed at him, every fiber in her body infuriated. Her arms reached up to try to cover herself,
or reach for the fabric.. or... cover herself.
Every confused thought danced clearly on her face mingled with the
murderous glare she gave him.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) gave her a very amused smile, both
dimples popped up. "It pleases
me." he told her, nothing more. He
pointed off toward the Library.
"See over there is the scribes, and inbetween the cafe and the
scribes is a gaming area, the bakery, and a bread cheese thing place" he
found it weird, but hey, what ever sells.
"Let us walk and you can see them close up." He admired the bounce and jiggle of the naked
tits, and the raging fury that his dark
beauty displayed, her eyes so bright, her colour so very high, cheeks flaming
Naja (luthienvs) nibs her low lip and looks to Rowena and so
the Slaver, swallowing even harder as she speak like that, thanksful the Slaver
was in good mood at least she hope but gets ready to follow him:"yes
Master I see" pushes up on tip toe and looks a bit more far
Rowena (rowan.held) could not even think, let alone pay any
attention to the latest information he conveyed about the buildings around
them. She had only one thought - she was
standing half-naked, collar and leash... IN PUBLIC! She was so red that even her toes peeking out
so prettily beneath the hem of the long skirt were glowing red. Tears burned at her eyes and his words.. his
WORDS?!?! It PLEASED him? She did not give an urt's ASS what he
thought, she was utterly mortified. She
tried to pull the gold sash around her body, that didn't work. She tried to find a tree to hide behind -
damn the leash keeping her right there.
She sobbed, panic welling up in her in such a way that it rivaled the
moment her eyes had opened in that wagon, to see a stranger with his hand over
her mouth. She choked out "please..
let my hair down, please". Yes,
freely loose hair was something only a slave wore, but which was worse, to look
even more slave-like, or to have her breasts so callously displayed? "please" she almost cried the
pleading word out.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) studied his captive for an ihn. He continued to walk letting them keep
up. He was very pleased indeed. Saying nothing more as they moved along.
Naja (luthienvs) hearing Rowena's words she looks at her
taking a deep breath while looks back to the Slaver, so moves closer to her
whispering softly: "tr..try to beg him Rowena" oh she knew that maybe
that would upset her but at least she try to help her as well, swallowing looks
around trying to capture in her mind as more as possible
Rowena (rowan.held): She tried, oh she tried, to plant her
feet and not move, but the leash pulled taut and she followed behind before she
just went down on the ground. Those
tears that had pooled, started to spill and she tried so very hard to make the
chains grow longer so she could fully cross her arms over her breasts. She had only one choice, to stay as close
behind him as she could, and hope his body, being bigger, would afford her the
tiniest measure of cover. Every bit of
fight in her was currently drained, sapped away by the humiliation. She prayed to the Priest Kings, wipe the city
out with Bazi plague, burn the whole thing to the ground in some
Armageddon-esque blue flame, spare her the added torment of actually coming
across another living soul as he paraded her about. She heard the other girl talking, sort of,
but couldn't even make sense of the words.
Her face stared at the cobblestones, not even taking note of where they
were walking. "please" she
whispered again through strangled sobs.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) gestured to the green trimmed
building "Physicians, which some call 'greens' I catch you doing so, I will whip you until
you remember it. No one is a 'colour'
they have a caste, or a name, not a colour.
clear?" he stated. He then
pointed back to the blue building. Upper
level of that building is the library, lower level is for paper work filing and
such." he gestured to the square in general. "This is marked as "physicians and
scribes area, so you can lead folks who need to do paperwork or see a healer to
the correct place. He pointed across the
square. "Way over there is the
ambassador's place" and then he turned and headed back the way they had
come. He tweaked a nipple as he passed
her, "Lovely" he told her, as it puckered up hard and fast.
Naja (luthienvs) swallows hearing about the whip once again
and her hand move to her arse massaging the bruise, takes a long deep breath
whispering a soft: "yes Master its clear. Physician and Scribe" nods
again a few more time and so follows him blushing even more as he twisted
Rowena's nipple, blushes so strong and clear her throat
Rowena (rowan.held): What was he saying? She had no idea, the entire world had stopped
for her. She shimmied her shoulders
trying to wiggle that sash over to cover herself, ineffectively, and making her
very visible breast jiggle. She choked
on another sob. Oh not to be forgotten
that stormy furor still roiled within her, but the pressing issue was to
protect her modesty. Vengeance was a
little lower on the priority list at the moment. She was so close to him, trying to hide
behind him, she hadn't considered that left her well within easy reach and when
his thumb and finger grasped her nipple, instinct was to try to jerk away -
that was a mistake as it resulted in that soft nub of flesh being pulled,
swelling in response. Her eyes flew
open, her belly knotted - something she attributed purely to the indignation of
his chutzpah in touching her like that, that another cause for that tensing in
her belly could be at play was beyond her ability to recognize in the bevy of
emotions that tumbled like stones in a polisher through her mind.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "This center square is the
merchants square, which is where shopping is done." he led them down the steps and headed back
toward their own square, not really stopping much to let them look around. He had a method to his madness. "you are quite lovely my
Rowena."
he said calmly and then glanced to Naja, 'Is she not? She grows more beautiful every day she is in
my care." by beauty he meant more submissive, more slave like, more
helplessly his possession.
Naja (luthienvs) looks around her nose up as she was looking
as more as possible, so nibs her low lip and listens the Master speaking so a
soft: "yes she is Master" smiles and looks at Rowena trying to cheers
her up a bit
Rowena (rowan.held): Insults.. words some might yearn to
hear from a man's lips, to her, they were torture upon her mind, compounded by
the faint awareness that there was some heretofore unknown feeling burning
through her at hearing them. She wanted
to claw it out of her belly and discard it, terrified of what she could not
identify. There were so many things in
his words, his actions, in just those few ehns.. in other circumstances each
would have set her off, "his Rowena"... to comment on her looks, to
grant a slave the right to comment on her looks? But she was unaware of all of it. She was beautiful, in a way that might make
some men want to possess her, but it was the sort of thing she could not
possibly know, living her life beneath layers and layers of robes and veils,
sending every potential suitor away, usually without bothering to even meet
them. Her proud posture was slumped,
trying to make herself small and invisible in a color that would have caught
the eye of anyone around and demanded the look at it, and by extension
her. "stop.. please.. just.. let me
go, please", her words were broken as was the tone, futile begging that
would likely bear no fruit. Once more
she shrugged her left shoulder, leaning to the right so gravity might assist
the yellow sash in movement.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) moved just past the kennels and
pointed at the buildng iin the corner.
"Chandler, and shipwrights" he said to Naja, to his beauty he
cupped her chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting her face up so he
could see it. Once she met his own eyes,
she would see his pleasure and his will as he looked at her. "No.
Rowena. You are not going to be
let go." it was enough,
perhaps. When she accepted it, he
looked at Naja, "Take me from here to the Inn" it was just up the
steps after all.
Naja (luthienvs) blushes so hard and her stomach became warm
looking between them two, takes a long breath as she would hope soon she will
find something similar for herself too, blushes even more finding her self to
daydream and shakes a bit her head trying to focus on what the Master asked to
her, nibs her lips and looks a moment around making a few unsure steps to the
stairs moving up to them and so pointing to the building on her left with the
light blue band moving a bit closer
Rowena (rowan.held): There it was, the first evidence that
he was manipulating, successfully altering her to suit him. When his hand touched her face she did not
try to pull away, tipped up to look at him he could see the full depth of pain,
fear, enmity.. the hurt and defeat, she did not attempt to hide it from his
inspection. All that she felt? Was met by the look in his eyes, his delight,
his intent.. and his words, sounding like the ominous harbinger of what was to
come - the only question to remain was when, when would the mood strike him to
fully strip her of everything that she was.
"not.. let.. go". She
heard it, repeated in her mind, his voice seemed almost.. warm, tender, indulgent. Buried somewhere were the words Jami had
whispered, that she had a way to get Rowena out, but Rowena could also hear the
grains of sand slipping one by one through the ahn-glass. His touch.. burned along the line of her
chin, breath escaped her - could he feel the reverberation that was dancing
through her, did he understand what it meant when she herself could not? She swallowed quietly and tried to call up
the wrath that sustained her freedom.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) plucked at the pert point as he
took his hand away once more, the skin warm from the sun as well as the woman's
body, the peak had not fallen away, this time, the touch was firmer, stronger,
with a definite roll involved that might leave her innocent flesh throbbing,
recalling how it felt right up to the front of her mind, any time she started
to forget his impertinence. He then
trailed after the blond girl to see where she took him.
Naja (luthienvs) blushes so hard and so points to the build
llooking at him and nibbling her low lip like super nervous looking time in
time to Rowena trying to see if she was more or less ok
Rowena (rowan.held): His touch moved down her body, taking
hold of her once again. She still did
not move, maybe she learned the lesson last time, the sting of having that
flesh tugged. When he rolled her nipple
in his grip though, her upper body clenched forward slightly, not in pain..
again, she simply did not have the word for it as a shallow breath tried to
crowd her lungs, taut muscles of her belly clenching as well, shoot, even the
sweet curve of her ass gripped around the chain that slid so perfectly up her
crack. Eyes opened wide, shock.. quickly
clouded by something else, something far more.. primal. Her jaw clenched though and she tried to
fight her way through whatever it was that was spreading through her body. It was a welcome relief when he broke touch
with her flesh, taking that intense gaze of mossy eyes from her. She wasn't sure she could remain standing,
knees felt oddly weak, perhaps he had poisoned the vulo that morning and she
was falling ill - yes, that was what her mind was going to convince her was the
only explanation for what she was feeling - food poisoning.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) laid his free hand on the bond's
shoulder "Yes, and over here is the entrance, you should know how to get
them inside hmm?" He was very aware of how his actions are affecting his
capture. It was a carefully calculated
plan that would bring the proud beauty to the full realization that she is in
fact a slave hiding in a free woman's clothing, clothing he would take from her
layer by layer, bringing her to a fuller
understanding of her enslaved state.
Naja (luthienvs) feels the touch on her shoulder, a super
warm feeling runs on her spine and down on her entire body, her cheeks become
super red now as she follows him, her mind gone in the trash again but at least
she manage to speak good: "y..ye .. yes m ... Master .. y.. yes" Nods
a few time while her voice was shuttering too while takes a long deep breath,
sensible she was? oh damn yea she was super sensible
Rowena (rowan.held) moved behind him, whatever it was that
pulsated in her body? It was affecting
everything about her, as if the very cells of what she was were under the
control of something she could not describe..
Her steps were fluid, the belt snugged up against her sex - anyone with
the knowledge of what was happening would understand it was the chains that
kept her freedom bound loosening, it was the gait of heat just starting to
warm, a tantalizing peek at the potential buried within her; and she was too
absorbed in trying to line her insides back up to even consider it was anything
but bad vulo. She looked up when they
stopped, trying to find something else to think about, to focus on - where were
they? She had absolutely no idea. If he had turned her loose right then, she'd
have had no clue how to get to those tall steps, or even the kennels. She looked.. lost and confused... and
fearful, but there was also the glimmer
of something else which she could not see in her own eyes. Once more, she said... "please..
please.. my hair.. please", she pleaded once again for some possible hint
of modesty.. or maybe some protection from his touch that was making it
impossible for her to even think.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) considered where next to have her
go. "I might want to read a scroll
on the history of Athos. Can you take me
to the library?" he asked of Naja.
His gaze taking in the confusion, the nascent desire, and the still pink
and puckered nipple, all in a glance.
"Are you well Lady Rowena?" he asked as if she were still a
lady and one who needed his concern for her delicate sensitivity. Hmm, Lady might be an excellent slave name
for her. Something for him to
consider. "Wait, what? You want
your lovely hair turned loose to fall down your back so that all would know how
scandalous you are? I could not let you do that, Lady, any more than I could
make you walk without a proper veil to guard your modesty." he turned to
follow Naja
Rowena (rowan.held): ok, his mockery of her did the trick,
confusion got sent back to the bench as rancor stepped up to the plate, ready
to take a swing. Her back straightened,
oops, talk about putting that uncovered tit on full display.... her head lifted
and the tempest stormed in her eyes once again.
"you served me bad food" she hissed, "I feel quite...
", well was 'ill' the right word exactly?
Her tone escalated, sneering as she said "scandalous? SCANDALOUS? to want my hair down to cover my
nakedness... nakedness YOU caused???
Proper veil? This is your idea of
proper", she darn near ripped it off of her face in order to throw it in
his, but.. that sirik, she couldn't reach it without bending down and she
wasn't about to appear to be bending toward him in any fashion. She turned to Luthien, the girl she was
actually fond of, the free woman that she was just almost demanded the girl to
give up her camisk so that Rowena could cover herself, but sanity kept that in
check.
Naja (luthienvs) scratches her head a little bit looking the
Master, takes a long deep breath but blushes even more as listen how he was
teasing and mental tormenting her friend, nibs her low lip and swallowing tries
to remember where the library was, she try to connect that .. library ... is
... a way of scribe .. so . he want her to go to the scribe building, that was
easy to remember, she just turn back and walks super forward, now .. there was
a problem, but she try to get it in her mind, the library .. where it could be
up or down ..well lets start to move there .. she would at least have some luck
to find it there
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) walked after the bond, watching
her buttocks sway with each step. Rowena
would be tugged along behind. Once they
reached the Library, he glanced down at the baths that were in the physicians
and scribes square. He stopped and then
stepped back, just enough that the front of the captive pressed against his
back. "Well done, Bond." he
told Raja. "There is a paga tavern,
I am feeling thirsty, can you show it to
me?" He had not showed her where it
was on purpose. Paga tavern would be in
the center square,the merchant square, so all she had to do was take him
there. She had not seen it on the upper
level, so it must be on the main level.
"Do keep up dear" he said to Rowena as all of her sweet curves
pressed and rubbed against the fine embroidered fabric.
Rowena (rowan.held): Once again, she had absolutely no idea
how they'd gotten from point A to point B.
That strange warm feeling that had tried to flare to life? It was now as cold as if the waters of the
northern Thassa had doused her. She was
a marionette, even if she didn't know it, and he was the one pulling her
strings.. dancing her elegantly toward truths she did not want, then snatching
her back and granting her the comfort of the known, the safety of her frosted
cocoon. For the moment, anger was even
enough to make her forget, kind of, that she was so disgustingly exposed, and
her angry little steps made that uncovered globe of flesh all but dance as she
moved. Wait! What?
Did he say... paga tavern? Rancor
was a swing and a miss, terror came running out of the bullpen - she was not
about to step in a place like that, suddenly well aware she was uncovered
again.... half naked.... in a tavern of ANY kind? Her tiny hands wrapped around the leash as
though she might try to jerk it loose of his grip, mentally, she was all but
daring him to meet her gaze because if looks could kill? The daggers in her glare would solve her problem
completely. "Patronizing...
bosk", she hissed at him in response.
Yep, she thought something a lot worse than that, but she was a lady
after all, and such words were not prone to fall from her lips, no matter how
many times she might think them.
Naja (luthienvs) gasps hard a few time trying now to
remember where he showed the tavern but .. .ehi .. he do not .. so she became
paler, ohhh come on she was a bond after all, she have to be brave and think,
the long hall in the north normal is upper an hill but very visible so that all
can reach it, so .. now .. on south should have to be something similar, but
not up, so .. should have to be at least closer to the dock or she really hope
so, but not up cause up was other like the play area or something similar, if
she remember well he spoke about squares, so if she was right all that was in
the first square, looks around for a moment trying to remember the way, takes a
deep long breath and starts to makes her steps, her movements were a bit unsure
but she would let her sense guide her her eyes darts here and there as she try
to find the way
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) was not about to bring two virgins
into the tavern, but watching the woman just about have a coronary was totally
worth it. "Clever girl" he
said to the bond, letting Rowena get closer, he then wrapped an arm around her
shoulder, tucking her up against his body, his free hand hanging just above her
nipple, "Warriors, love to drink paga, and smiths are often thirsty. The warriors live beyond the metal
worker. Take us there." he told
her, waiting until the girl moved before he again let his hand find the sweet
naked curve, letting the weight rest in his palm, while finger and thumb
captured the point, letting her make the move to push in deeper, to avoid the
pressure, or pull back and scrape the tender skin, or perhaps she would just
hold still letting him hold onto her in this way.
Rowena (rowan.held) was about ... to die. She knew it.
Surely the Priest Kings were watching, and a zap of blue would vaporize
her right there in front of that tavern.
She was still, instinctively, staying close to him, trying to use him as
a makeshift shield. Her body stiffened when
he draped his arm around her. Oh she was
suddenly VERY aware of where his hand was and part of her was ready to try to
shrug away, but there was something else in there too... something that kept
her still. Once more, she was unable to
follow conversation... metal warriors?
What was he saying? As she shook
her head to clear her thoughts, his hand slipped lower, cupping the swell of
her breast and the reaction, though subtle, was instant. Her posture shifted slightly, leaning into
the touch as he toyed with her nipple.
Yep, she forgot how to breath, not that oxygen was all that important,
right? Time stopped. Every thought in her head was drawn to the
same swollen point his touch now held, trying to understand what was tearing
her apart inside, or clamping down.. no, definitely ripping at her. When she finally took a breath in, he could
likely fill the lift and press of her chest moved by expansion of her lungs,
nestling that mound into his palm.
Naja (luthienvs) tries to looks around a moment to get her
oriented, she remember that the metal worker is right in front of the kennel
but .. how to go there from where they were, if behind her was the Physician
and the Scribe, front of her now it was the kennel, so takes a long deep breath
and tries to follow her sense again, starts to walks moving her body with an
unripe sensual movements, so super unripe yea , here and there her bruised butt
come out from the kennel and she rubs at it a little bit. Time in time turns
her head smiling as see Rowena go through a wonderful mental travel to bring
her to the final step
7-14-19
Section 2: Naja’s Branding
Section 2: Naja’s Branding
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) ambled behind the bond. His hand staying on the sweet curve. Every step, jiggled and wiggled like jello,
he much enjoyed the sensation. The
nipple trapped was tugged and teased, with every quick little step. He kept her trapped that way all the way to
warrior's hall. "See you are well
able to learn." he told Naja.
"Come, we have one more stop to take" He turned his back on
the hall and headed toward the smiths, the irons were hot and ready for their
appointment with a thigh. "isn't
she clever, Rowena?" he asked
Rowena (rowan.held): There was relief at not being dragged
into a tavern, and the disconcerting feeling of his hand on her breast....
confusion because she had no idea where they even were just then. They could have been on one of the three
moons for all she knew at the moment.
Deep within that angry voice was snarling at her, trying to tell her to
get a grip on herself but there was also a softer one that was whispering to
life - maybe she was actually suffering from schizophrenia as the voices in her
head lined up for battle? Food
poisoning! yes, bad vulo. She wasn't crazy, she was just.. ill. The walk was
tricky, wrapped in his arm, every step tugging the flesh he chose to
hold, at times slightly painful and yet... not.
Oh look, pretty waterfall. She
blinked when he spoke, tassa powder, that would be her next conviction, he had
drugged her. Her eyes moved where he
indicated.. seeing the brazier, the irons.
Oh yeah, that feeling in her belly?
Gone. It wasn't so much the words
he said, but the unspoken... one day..he might actually consider setting one of
those marks to her flesh, sealing her fate.
Damn his fingers unrelenting in the way he teased her flesh, nipple
engorged and sensitive. She had no
answer to his question, or she'd forgotten how to speak... most likely she was just afraid the answer he
might want to hear would fall from her lips.
Naja (luthienvs) follows him trotting cause he told that,
happy smile on her face but as he moves to the smith she swallows hard and
became paler, soooo super paler, her heart rushes so strong in her heart, looks
to the Master and swallows even more while her steps became shaking, looks him
time in time, in a way was a moment that every slave would love but was also
the scared one, she heard the slaves screams so bad for that brand and that was
something that make her sweat a little bit
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) let Rowena's flesh go rather
reluctantly as they entered the smithy.
"Yes." he said to the bond.
He fastened the chain up high at the entrance so that Rowena was trapped
where he left her. He walked over to the
log, and beckoned Naja. "I
know." he said to her. "I
won't lie. But it is over soon." he
tried to reassure, his smile slightly sad yet his dimple popped on one side. "Lay here, and I will make this
quick" he promised her
Rowena (rowan.held): She was certain she could smell the
taint of burnt flesh in the air - of all things, she wondered how a metal
worker.. or anyone for that matter.. gained the skill of affixing a brand in
the flesh of a slave? Were there poor
slaves somewhere who existed for the sole reason of being branded over and over
and over, as practice flesh? Burned and
scarred until they had no flesh left to use, traded out for new flesh until the
craft was perfected to ensure a valuable slave was marked attractively? Well, that was a morbid thought, eh? She shuddered, unable to fathom the pain and
fear of being led to a place like this, knowing that brand would sear into
one's flesh, a permanent.. life-long... symbol of an enslavement that would
last until death. She knew some slaves
hoped for it, longed for it.. chattered about wanting a "pretty
brand" - but Rowena was not a slave, she had never spent time
contemplating being branded. There was a
whispered sound as he let go of her flesh, what.. was that? In an ihn, she was secured near the
entrance. Oh.. oh no. He .. wasn't?
He.. was? Her bottom lip caught
in her teeth, she couldn't watch this.
Funny, the change in her thinking, she'd never considered slave branding
as anything but a matter of merchant law, they were just beasts and it was
appropriate to mark them as such, right?
And in his careful planning, he left her there with the embers of heat
glowing in her belly, securing that feeling to what she was about to witness,
creating a link between unnamed desire and submission to that hot iron.
Naja (luthienvs) takes a long deep super strong breath while
shivers and lays against the log, swallows so deep and looks deep in his eyes,
cerulean gaze super scared but she trusted him, lifts her camisk enough to let
her left thigh naked and hisses a little bit as her back and ass touched the
wood, swallows a few time while searches time in time the eyes of Rowena trying
to get some comfort, takes a long strong deep breath while searches to do not
shake hard and so whispers: "c.. can I ... I s.. scream Master?"
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) tied the girl hand and foot. He
then laid leather, just below here crotch and just above her knee, the pressure
making the skin bulge up into a smooth silken skinned pillow. He checked the iron, setting it on a steel
plate for an ehn. "Yes. Pretty girl.
This is the last act you may do freely, the screams that mark the change
from a citizen to that of a right-less animal." He rubbed his palm over
the satiny skin, as he picked up the wooden handled tool. He looked again at her face, his lips no
longer smiling, he focused on the thigh.
The iron came in crisping the fine hairs the supple flesh unable to even
twitch in fear, as the iron pressed in a
brief kiss that sear through the skin, touching the fine layer of fat and just
started to mark the muscle as he pulled it off, the line clean and sharp. He looked at his work. It was a beautiful thing. The many hours he had spent learning his
craft meant that the girls would always look good after his work.
Rowena (rowan.held) sobbed a soft single sound. "please... do not make.. me ... watch
this. please". If this was his ultimate plan for her, to
break her, burn her, open her and sell her off.. she... did not want to see it
coming. She did not want to see what the
branding would be like, did not want the days or weeks of that knowledge
lingering in her head, waking every morning wondering if that day would be
"the day". Yes, the free woman
who didn't care about slaves was realizing they were more than just beasts,
even if that was all the law granted them.
If he did that to her, if he truly meant to enslave her, would she cease
being the person she was, would memories and knowledge vanish, leaving her a
mindless animal like a bosk grazing? No,
she was understanding that now.... she would carry all she knew with her into
that life, but it would no longer be hers but that of whomever owned her. Her nipple throbbed, she cursed in her own
head at it. She looked to Naja, her
expression was truly kind and compassionate as she heard the girl ask if she
would be permitted to scream. Part of
her wanted to go to the girl and wrap her arms about the blond head and hold
her, comfort her - quite the change from who she had been mere weeks earlier,
someone who was indifferent to the screams of a slave. She watched him move, the confidence he had
in his own skill, and within ihns, the brand touched flesh and she cringed,
waiting for the scream.
Naja (luthienvs) breaths so hard now as looks at him, every
single movement, every steps till he get the iron, she never ever stop to look
at him and so to Rowena, trying and finding the comfort she needed, oh she knew
that this was going to hurt her like hell but oh how much she wanted that, her
breath starts to increase as soon as see the brand move close to her thigh, his
soft touch make her shiver just a little before feels the hard strong pain that
crosses her spine, and all her entire body, branded, she was finally branded,
the last step, well some one can think about the piercing but she was a bond
and for her that was the last step, a deep scream run from her lips and fill
the smith house, and runs outside to the streets, arches a bit her back and
tears runs on her cheeks while her skin burn like crossed by lava, the scent of
burned skin fills her nostrils and make her stomach twists while her head turn
so hard, shakes it as she do not want to faint and closes her eyes just an Ihn
to get her mind and focus on what just happened, she is finally branded
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) set the iron in the bucket, the
hiss lost under the girl's wailing cries.
It was a sound that he had grown up hearing, an act he had watched
thousands of time, and performed too many times to count. He would let the bond rest for a few ehn
before he tried to get her to here feet and back to the kennel. He needed to find a good name for her, and he
was sure something would come to him. He
stepped back toward Rowena. "Do you
know how claiming is done here?" He asked of her in what might seem to be
a total non sequitur.
Rowena (rowan.held): It felt like it took forever for the
air to carry the smell of cooked flesh to her nose, for the sound of the girl's
scream to fill that same air. Time was
trapped in ancient amber, held suspended in that moment with a golden hue. Slowly, Rowena's gaze moved down to the
girl's thigh, to the brand that was now angry and red.. and most surely
painful. There would be many things that
would plague her dreams that night, not the least of which was how complacently
the girl had moved to the log to be secured, knowing she was about to be
branded. She could not grasp that
willingness, not yet. When he spoke to
her, it was like he was using a foreign language, the answer was in her head
but nothing was coming out of her mouth.
She just gave a weak shake of her head, by this point mostly leaning
against the lattice.
Naja (luthienvs) breaths now a bit slower while the pain was
starting to set up a bit, she will care for that brand so super lot so to do
not get it infected but super clean, takes a few long strong deep breath
feeling that her head stop to turn, smiles to the Master while help her to
stand up on her feet but she could just hold one foot down so to do not make
the brand pull a lot, closes her eyes an Ihn while looks to Rowena blushing to
that question, looks her a moment before steps with her back against the
bulkhead so to rest and being not between them
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) wanted the freshly branded girl to
wait until he was there to assist her up.
"Ah, it is much as a tarnsman will mark their plunder" He left
it at that, for now. He would get the
girl's home, and discuss a bit about 'tagging' perhaps in his office where he
kept the supplies for such. He stepped
back over to Naja, "Do you feel you
can walk?" He asked her, ready to assist her home.
Naja (luthienvs) looks to the Slaver and speaks softly: y...
yes I can Master I can walk Master "blushes softly while stretches a bit
her arms feeling all her body in pain, well she had a bit still of pain from
the lash and now the brand but well nothing so bad and hard, takes a deep
breath and smiles looking so to Rowena showing her new brand with super pride
in her eyes, she tries to bounces but of course she could not now and giggles a
little bit
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) unhooked the lady and with a nod
to both, they all headed back toward the house.
His steps were considerate of the freshly branded girl. "You did well" he told the
bond. "I am proud of you."
yeah those words of praise could mean the world to one who had a deep slave
heart, and he gave them when they were earned.
Rowena (rowan.held) watched as the girl settled to her feet,
noting the way the slaver ensured she would not fall to the ground. That.. was an unexpected sight, compassion..
from him.. for a beast? She gave the
girl what she hoped was an appreciative glance as she looked at the brand, but
in her own mind Rowena could not shake the feeling that there would be a day in
which she too was on that log. She hoped
they were returning to the kennel, wow that was strange.. she wanted to go back
there? But, it was better than being out
in the open still uncovered. She waited
for the man to untangle the leash from where he had fixed it, then followed
behind.
Naja (luthienvs) hears that words and her hearts jumps so
full of joy, like a super warm blanket in the hard winter of north, blushes so
strong and her heart now is full of joy, takes a deep breath and looks to
Rowena like she had the bigger gift ever in all her entire life
7-14-19
Rowena’s Piercing
Rowena’s Piercing
Rowena (rowan.held): still lead by the leash, she entered
that room and her eyes went wide. She
knew that room. It had been the room
where he had removed the hood from her head, the first thing she had seen after
being delivered. His face.. the first
her eyes had been permitted to look upon, her face red and dirty, tear-stained
and wild-eyed. Not much different from
now except he permitted her to bathe.
She saw the smile, the way Naja positively glowed with pride and
joy. It made no sense to Rowena, the
fresh brand had to hurt and yet the girl looked as if she'd been given some
precious gift that was beyond description.
The warming of her own soul had cooled slightly, but she was not as..
rigid.. as she was even 20 ahn earlier, and that was obvious in the look on her
face, the way her posture seemed softer... everything about her, really had some
subtle shift, but she herself could still not see it, or was refusing to see
it. same difference.
Naja (luthienvs) steps inside the office for the first time
and peeks around a bit unsure, looks here and there as she steps back , rubs
her nose a little bit while adjust her hair and looks time in time to the fresh
new brand smiling with super big eyes
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) settled one cheek on the table and
leaned over, taking out a roll of thinnish wire from a drawer, and some
numbered leaf shaped tags that had a hole in one end. He pulled another scroll toward him, and
wrote down his name and the number 27
next to it. He then selected the
number 27 tag and let it rest in his palm.
"Tagging is a way for a tarnsman to ensure that all of his 'goods'
or 'spoils' are credited to his account.
They take a bit of wire" held the wire up so that thee girls could
see it, using the pliers, he cut a sharp angle across it, pushing it through
the small hole. "I am sure you can
see how practical this is right?" he asked of both girls, although he was
mostly talking to Rowena.
Rowena (rowan.held) was watching the slaver with eyes more
sharp than a herlit's. "It is sound
business principle, of course" she said dispassionately, but she had a
strong suspicion she knew exactly where that wire was going to go., the most
common place to tag a bosk, for instance, as in the ear. She looked to Naja, horrified. It was the sort of thing that not even
manumission papers could overturn. She
took a step back, pulling the leash taut between his hand and her throat.
Naja (luthienvs) looks and listens very careful scratching a
bit her head, not so sure cause she never saw something like that but found it
super interesting, looks to Rowena and moving closer touches a bit her hand so
to comfort her seeing her face
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had no clue that a merchant woman
from a city would know the first thing about tagging, and the folks on his
world tended to mark them with an iron brand, but hey, he was just a city
slaver, what did he know. He approached
the woman, his gaze intent, "When the men bring in a fresh capture, or a
stray slave, they have first right to reserve it if they wish." he
explained as he backed her into the wall of her choice and then used his body
to pen her in there. A smile slow and
warm pulled two dimples free as she seemed to work out just what was coming for
her. He would extend his hand, seeking
to capture her lobe, and stretch it tight, glancing at the spot then at her
eyes, and then again at the spot. With
no real hesitation he rammed it right through the thin skin, and then twisted
the metal into a 'ring' of sorts, so that the metal leaf with his number on it,
touched her neck just below her ear.
"Like so." he explained, the simple act. "There, now you are correctly 'claimed'
my Rowena" It was only one ear, and she might even hide it behind a veil and clever hair
styles, perhaps she could still escape into some kind of illusion of freedom.
Rowena (rowan.held): If anyone from Ar had seen her,
standing there half naked, on a leash, in a slaver's office.. being
"comforted" by a slave who had just been branded and was about to end
up with a pierced ear - they would have laughed and figured some traveling
playwright had created a very clever piece of fiction - but there she was, in
that office, wearing almost nothing, with a freshly branded slave touching her
hand as a slaver held that stiff wire with the tag in his grip. Well, she had to hand it to the man, from a
merchant's perspective, it made sense to ensure that the property he invested
in molding into a finished product for sale would never have the chance to go
free, but.. from the perspective of a free woman who had the uncanny feeling
she was watching her own future unfold before her very eyes - it was.. incomprehensible. But damn if her nipple wasn't still tingly
and throbbing, the soft skin of her breasts warm and sun-kissed from an
afternoon exposed to Lar-Torvis as he had walked the slave and her about There was.. .NO small amount of surprise
when, instead, his hand flashed out with expert precision.. and before she
could even fathom what was -about- to happen, it was over. and the sudden sharp piercing of her ear sent
the burst of pain in a straight shot to her mind. She was too stunned to even react, her mind
too... overwhelmed to contemplate the full implication of what had just
happened. Shock set in and she stood
there like stone, not even able to make a sound in response to the sharp
pain. Chances are that would not last
long though.
Naja (luthienvs) gasps hard as see what the Master was
doing, oh oh that was the last way for Rowena, looks her face and takes a deep
breath and holds it as see the piercing with the number on it, holds Rowena's
hand super tight now as she was almost sure she would be close to faint or
scream or fight, or something, looks the Master while swallows a little bit in
a mix of happiness for Rowena and also worry for the poor Slaver that was front
of a former Free Woman just claimed, like a bull front of the red towel
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) let her go, stepping back just a
little. He half expected her to explode
in rage, half expected her to faint, or worst of all, just crumple up and bawl
her eyes out. It was just a single tag
after all. Only a trace of blood as the
silver wire remained in it's twisted place, the soft tap, tap, tap of the metal
tag caressed her neck so gently. He
would likely push no further buttons on her for a day or three, as she
processed her bared chest and well displayed tag. He was glad the sirik was so short or she might
try to tear the tag off of her head.
That would really hurt and, would lower her value too. "Lovely" he drawled.
Rowena (rowan.held): It etched into her mind.. the hammer
and chisel of fate, chipping away at the shock that had frozen her and screamed
in her head what he had just done. She..
had.. a .. pierced.. EAR. She jerked her
hands upward trying to claw it free, knowing it would close over if it was not
kept in there long enough to heal - surprise, that sirik kept her from reaching
it. She shook her head wildly, sending
the carefully tucked locks into complete disarray as she tried to shake it
loose. Nothing would get it out of her
ear lobe and that insane rage turned to him.
She.. launched.. herself at him.
Not like she was thinking clearly, he had the desk behind him which was
solid and sturdy enough to keep him in place, plus she was pretty small by
comparison - essentially, she bounced off of him and balled up fists began
pounding on his chest, feet kicking, not even caring if she hurt herself in the
process "GET IT OUT" she screamed at him, "OUT, GET IT
OUT!" While it was unlikely her
tirade would affect the man at all, there was the chance of a lucky blow before
he might react, either in anger, amusement or tolerance. Actions had consequences but her blind rage
could not see beyond the consequence of what he had just done to her.
Naja (luthienvs) gasps and steps a bit more back so to let
her rage but looks between her and the Master swallowing a little bit as she
maybe now got that she had no more way to escape or run, looks at her ear and
smiles a little touching her own ears just a little blushing but also smiling
so lot while whispers softly: "Calm .. calm Rowena you are going to hurt
yourself .. please .. calm" she do not dare to move closer but tries to
comfort her as well
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) settled back as the assault came,
good, fury was easily dealt with, her feet smacking his bony shins, her hands
punching his belly and ribs. All that
energy set her flesh to wobbling deliciously.
He was trying not to laugh, but it was not working well. His eyes were alight with his pleasure while
she spent her fury uselessly. He did not
slap her down, or even chastise her.
Instead, he enjoyed her fiery antics, for she was going to make an
exquisite slave one day. "Did you
have something to say" he managed, only a couple of guffaws breaking
through his question. Not that he
expected her coherent at all
Rowena (rowan.held): She wouldn't have cared if she was
buck-ass naked just then, she wanted to hurt him. His laughter... it was like pouring Thalarion
oil on a fire and the blows she was trying to rain down on him were like trying
to smack the whisp of a cloud with a feather.
Somewhere behind her she heard Naja and something about being calm - yeah,
that was SO not gonna happen. She
sputtered words.. "SAY? CALM.. WHAT? SOMETHING.... TO.. SAY...
SAY?" She was teetering dangerously
close to going out of her mind, her gaze scanned the desk, looking for
anything... she lunched toward the candle base at the corner of the desk ...
the sirik pulling her reach up short, but her body's momentum was moving
forward and she went down over the desk, face first, as the hard edge smacked
into her hips, leaving her bent over the desk breathless, the waist of the
skirt which already sat so low you could see her ass-crack pulled further down
just a bit. She tried again to pull her
hands up, made even more impossible by the, perhaps delectable, way she was
laid over his desk. Her cheek laid to
the smooth surface, and she sobbed, the tears pouring from her eyes and wetting
the papers scattered about by her clumsy fall onto the desk. She had never pleaded for something in her
life like she did just then, forlorn... she cried to him "please...
", certain he would understand she was begging him to take it out of her
ear.
Naja (luthienvs) gasps so hard and steps back jumping as saw
her reaction and so him laugh, swallows a little bit and shivers feeling her
heart squeezed as she hear Rowena, she would love ot go there and comfort her
and so she done, steps closer and caresses softly her hair whispering to her:
"breath .. breath Rowena .. take your mind back or you are going ot hurt
yourself hun" She looks the Slaver knowing she was risking too as she done
something without permission but .. well she was her friend and she wanted to
help her as she could
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) chose instead to let his truly 'Puckish' nature loose. He pressed one
hand into the small of her back, pushing her belly more firmly into the wood,
as he moved behind her, pressing his loins up against her curving ass. He leaned over her, murmuring. "As you wish, my Rowena" and saying
this his hands found the ties that kept the hair up, and again, being
deliberately obtuse, he let her hair down as she had earlier begged of
him. This of course, hid the silver
leaf, although it still rocked and tapped against her neck, catching her hair
perhaps, or in it. He had twisted the
wire well enough that a woman would find it hard to untwist, a bit like a man
closing a jar, that the woman could not reopen.
He gave a wink to Naja, as she sought to comfort the raging woman.
Rowena (rowan.held): Her entire form went still and stiff
when she felt his hand at the small of her back, pinning her down.. and.. and..
oh Priest Kings save her, she felt him press his body up against her ass - she
was never so glad to be wearing a belt as she was in that exact moment...and
yet, there was a part of her that was currently buried under a veritable
mountain of animosity... that wished it was not on her. She felt him pull the pins out of her hair,
thick coils of it tumbling over her face as he held her down, reducing her to..
what he wanted. She was.. crushed. Her life was gone with that simple piece of
wire, any doubt she had up to that point?
Was gone - this.. was what he had intended.. all along. That silver leaf with the number 27... in her
ear. The life and fight went out of her
as darkness swirled in her head for a moment, the stress just simply
overwhelming her.. Not that it last
long, a few ihns at most. She was
clearly being a real ninny, here Naja had just been branded with hot iron, all
she had was a piercing, right? But the
difference was clear, a brand could be excused papers that freed a slave - a
piercing? Could not be. Hiccuped sobs shook her body, tendrils of her
now loose hair sucked into her mouth, stuck to her face in the salt of her
tears.. and his touch remained on her body, holding her there and oddly enough,
tethering her to what little thread of sanity might survive this shock. She heard Naja's voice but even that sounded
far away and under water as the torrent of sorrow had to run its course in her
mind.
Naja (luthienvs) blushes so hard seeing the Master's
movement and nibs strong her low lip to make it bleed a little, takes a deep
breath as sees those movements and something in her belly become warm not so
sure why, but well she steps a bit back blushing softly while whispers with a
little shake on her voice: awermmm maybe Master want to stay alone with his
girl yes? "clears her throat a few time blushing even more caressing still
Rowena's hair but looks the door a moment
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) kept his expression toned down as
he looked to the bond. His hand left the
silky hair and he helped Rowena to straighten up before he stepped away and
once more stood at her side. The silver
visible through her hair as winks and flashes of light. He looked at her shocked and tear streaked
face. His hand again gentle under her
jaw. "Not so bad, is it my
Rowena?" he continued. "Shall I send that message to your
father?" yeah he was digging just a little at her. "I was only protecting you, before
another felt that you should be claimed by them." he was really reaching
for his justification for her tagging.
Rowena (rowan.held): Rowena wanted to throw up as he touched
her.. and when he pulled his hand away, she still wanted to throw up. What.. was going on.. with.. her mind? She felt like the bauble on her ear.. the..
tag.. marking her as property.. as.. an animal - it felt like it weighed as
much as a bosk, laid against the side of her neck as he toyed with her
hair. She was pliant, but sullen, when
his hand touched her... she felt the gentleness in the touch, which was as
shocking as the piercing had been. She
sobbed, her face held in his hand. She
was.. ashamed.. deeply.. impacted. When
he spoke, taunting her with mention of -finally- telling her father where she
was... her eyes were blank, empty pools of soft brown, silent tears that
puddled in the lower lid. She gave a
defeated and almost imperceptible shake of her head, side to side. She knew.. without question, that life was
now gone. Her father would turn his back
on her, deny her as his daughter. She
wanted to pull away from him but she understood that now? Such a thing could be dealt with far
differently than mere ehns earlier. She
could do nothing but look at him.. as helpless and vulnerable as he had likely
planned all along.
Naja (luthienvs) having no answer nibs her low lip and
swallows stepping a little bit back, moves to the library and swallows softly,
well she could not move as the door was close but stays there now, maybe was
time for them to be alone and she do not wanted to disturb them more, looks
Rowena as heard about her father and nibs her low lip again
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) felt the slight crease between his
eyes at her behavior. "thank you
girl" he said to Naja.
"Come" he said to Rowena, taking her from his office and out
to where she might at least feel more familiar.
It was just a simple hole, only on one side. Okay, so in time a man would balance that
look out, but for now, with no brand, she might still pass as a free woman if
she were carefully discreet.
Rowena (rowan.held): It would be foolish to think the woman
she was would vanish with something like a piercing, no, a lifetime had to be undone
to get what he truly wanted, but for now?
The weight of it was crushing around her, but it was reasonable the
fiery spirit would bounce back.. eventually..
She kept twitching her head, feeling the weight in her ear, tangling
with her hair. Numbly, she followed..
the leash ensuring it, but her steps felt weak, like any moment she might just.
go to the ground. When he sat in the
chair, she just stood there. A glance
over to Naja, she was glad she had gotten to know the girl before -this-
happened, she felt like there was at least someone she could talk to..
eventually. The silence in the room
seemed to wrap her up, her head was tipped forward, long waves of hair hiding
her breasts - not that it mattered anymore.
Damn if looking down at herself didn't remind her of his touch upon her
body and make a soft tug pull within her.
Naja (luthienvs) blushes softly while whispers with low
voice: awarm ca... n I ... go around the city Master? "blushes so super
hard as she walks still with pain but well she wanted to let them have their
privacy also, smiles warm to Rowena and softly mouths to her "all will be
ok" winks gentle and looks so to the Master waiting for his answer
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) gently unhooked the lead from the
girl's collar, pointing to the ground at hs feet. He looked to Naja, "yes
yes you can girl" he told her letting her go explore and meet folks
Rowena (rowan.held): She watched as Naja turned to leave...
fearing being left alone with the slaver, then again, the thing she feared the
most in life.. had happened. There was a
sadness as the girl went down the stairs but, she did try to smile to her..
friend, if only to let her know.. she would be ok, eventually. When he pointed to his feet, oh part of her
wanted to refuse but her steps moved closer and she went to her knees, still in
that stiff posture of a free woman kneeling as though at the table for tea.
Naja (luthienvs) smiles warm to the Master and so winks to
Rowena, stretches a bit her arms before speaks a gentle: "thank you
Master, I wish you a good day Master, and to you too Rowena" well maybe it
wasnt such wonderful day for her but at least she hoped that could go better
Naja (luthienvs) hears the guard unlocks the door and once
she was out locks it behind her as she walks out exploring
7-14-19
Dina Gets Sold
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) slowly
moved up, seeing lady bethany with some man in full black his eye's narrowed,
seeing what had happened recently to her he eyed the man long. wondering who he
was, and why he was here. he rested his arm on his swords hilt but didnt draw
it. just watching for now, protectively.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) was making another circuit of the
city, the captive woman in tow once more.
She was much quieter this trip.
He caught sight of the magistrate by the bakery and moved in that
direction.
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) hears
steps behind him and turns then, seeing the slaver he grins and motions to him.
he then turne's to watch the stranger still. although suprised bethany had yet
to try and sell him her wares.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) drew closer glancing at the ones
at the table. He then noted the lady in
red. He gave her a smile of welcome.
Naja (luthienvs) looks between all the incoming Frees and
seeing the Slaver smiles to him looking so back to the Master she was serving,
as she wasnt released she do not dare to move a muscle
Dᴀᴍᴏs ᴛʜᴇ Vᴇɴɢᴇғᴜʟ (igor.rechkalov) brought the cup of water
to his lips then as he offered the girl at his flank a look over once more, her
smile betraying her ignorance. Or so he took it, "Two mistakes. Sword is
on the left hip, thus approach on my right. Second, I just did your job for
you." he said as he nudged his head to the bota on the table and the cup
he just filled, "Make yourself scarce, slave." he said firmly. He
felt a certain breeze pass him. A calling, something indescribable. An eery
feeling came over the man. His gaze shifting to the arch that led from the
street to the seating area and then he caught a vague image of a ghost, a dead
man. He did not allow the moment to completely catch him off guard all too much
and thus allowed his gaze to once again return to the lady before him,
"Perhaps I sat alone because I chose it so." he said..
The Lady (mayuumi.kimagawa) turns back to the counter once
her pastries arrive, taking up the small to-go box before she makes her way
over to the group she'd been eying this whole time. "Tal, Sir," she says, lifting a
right hand in greeting before she continues.
"Tal, Lady." Marcella's
brown-eyed gaze had shifted to the redhead as she spoke, and with her eyes upon
the woman Marcella's brows raise in surprise.
"Er...lady," she begins, giving the man seated across from the
woman a glance out of the corner of her eyes before Marcella's attention is
back on the perfumer. "I do believe
you've forgotten your street veils at home." Marcella's voice is hushed, the scarlet caste
woman attempting to be discreet about the whole thing although it's a bit
difficult to when it's not like there's any privacy. The mention of sword positions has Marcella
finally turning her gaze to the scribe, and she gives a small shake of her
head--not at him but one in general--because really, she couldn't understand
why a scribe would even walk around
Bethany Buchanan (heavenlee.soulstar) looked over her shoulder
as her heart leapt, she was happy to see her intended, yes indeed she was in
some sort of ordeal, yet she did not feel threatened of this man" Tal my
Intended" she said to Him as she waved him over, to Bethany any coin is
good coin, and looked to the man once more, she was uncertain as to how to
explain her goods to Him, perhaps a hair trimming, a shave... even some perfume
to make him smell delightful, and then sighed as she heard the slaver, this
only meant he had that beast for her intended, her face grew cold and worrisome
as she kept looking over her left shoulder to try and take a gander to what
those to fools might be talking about, she rose once more and looked to the
man, her small hands placed ever so delicatly onto the table, she paid no mind
to the sluts mistake to a black caste as she would softly say"please
excuse me Sir, I need to speak to My intended who seems to be trying to make a
grave mistake" she nodded to Him and his comment of sitting alone she
added" then you can have the seat once more, alone" she offered him a
smile as she moved on excuse Me Lady
Naja (luthienvs) takes a long deep breath hearing the
Master's words, she became paler and so she looks on his left side, seeing the
sword, not really sure what wrong with her position she speaks softly:
"yes Master" steps back and now moves near the frees men, shivering
so strong as looks to Rowena and back to the Slaver, kneels behind him speaking
so a just audible: "Greetings Masters and Mistresses"
Bethany Buchanan (heavenlee.soulstar) looked to Her intended
and then back at the slaver, fiend a smile to him but could not help to feel a
bit out pf sorts, the problem was she had enough of this sortedness , she nay
took her eyes off the slaver, her eyes traveled from his face to his sandals
and then back up to his eyes" you, Sir, sell that beast to my Intended yet
she says she is going to kill in my sleep" is all she said to Him and then
looked to her Intended
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) stared a bit at Bethany's sheer
veil, he could see the shape of her lips and understood why Draco might want
her. It amused him more than a little as
he looked at his captured woman in her sheer veil. of course he made her wear it as an insult to
her former status. "I have heard
nothing of the sort" he answered, his voice cool enough to chill the snow
in a blizzard.
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) grins at
his intended for a moment. his silver and blue eyes on the black. he wondered
what he was looking at, he had never met the man before. he shook his head and
smiled at the slaver. "i heard you wish to speak to me?" he asked the
slaver." as his intrended moved forward he chuckled taking note of the
viel. 'you are lucky you are a low caste woman. And viels are not fully
mandatory." he grined noting the sheer viel but it gave him a good look at
her lovely lips. he then rolled his eyes at her words to the slaver. "calm
yourself.... " he said simply to her. "Now slaver." he said
looking to the man. "what did you wish to speak to me of?"
Rowena (rowan.held) followed him, her mood decidedly more
somber than previously. She kept
flipping her head slightly, keeping those long locks of hair spilled down over
her neck and breasts. The sound that
bauble of metal made, that soft silvery tinkle, seemed like the roar of a larl
in her ears but she was trying very hard to ignore it, to hide it. She also stayed right behind the slaver,
still trying to hide herself behind him.
There was a devastating moment when she heard voices, and he seemed to
turn toward them. The proud free woman
who everyone would think was a slave, was.. mortified - and utterly
silent. She noted the man in black.. the
Kings hated her, for if she had seen him ahn earlier, this whole sordid mess
may have had an entirely different outcome.
She tried to rub her ear, the sirik stopping her hands from reaching
much passed her belly..
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) eyes
then going to rowena and slowly began to look her over. "not bad." he
grined and in the gorean humor bid on the girl for the slavers amusement. “2
silver." he laughed.
Bethany Buchanan (heavenlee.soulstar) snorted at her
Intended words she arched a brow as he reminded her of her status, then she
stomped her foot, yet she said nay word, o indeed she was fusterated and then
as the slaver said he heard nothing of the sort she raised her hand to the man
and looked to ther Intended "tell him, he did not hear of this, tell the
man" she said as she huffed and stomped at her foot once more
Dᴀᴍᴏs ᴛʜᴇ Vᴇɴɢᴇғᴜʟ (igor.rechkalov) watched the lady take
her leave, that eery silence once again befalling him. His gaze then turned to
the lady in red with a questioning tilt of his head. The talk of veils and
slaves seemingly as interesting to the killer as the women that approached him
with empty words of greeting and pleasantries. His hand came to reset his spear
and shield that remained propped against his chair before he took another drink
from his water, "Can I help you, Lady?" he asked as his gaze once
again settled upon the paper upon the table before him, attempting a second try
to make any sense of the letters written upon the parchment...
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had no interest in the couple at
the table. "Indeed Draco. I have a girl you taggedd. I presume you want her still?" He looked
down at Naja, she might go for closer to 4 or 5 silver. the one in purple and gold? Not ready at all
for a sale. But I will let you know when
she is."
Naja (luthienvs) looks between the frees and looks up to
Rowena holding her breath while listen the she think Pani Master bid on Rowena,
or it was for her? who know but .. hearing the Slaver's words blushes even more
while swallows so strong, looking the Mistress stomp her foot nibs her low lip
a bit holding her head up to looks between them all
The Lady (mayuumi.kimagawa) watched as the redhead rose to her
feet but not retrieve her streets veils apparently but for talk about
some...slave? Really, none of this was
Marcella's business but oh did she enjoy a good bit of gossip. The question from the seated figure
momentarily draws Marcella's attention back to the table. "Hm?
Oh,no. Do have a good day,
Sir," she says, turning on her heels--though carefully as not to fall out
of her silts--before she's taking a few steps near the commotion. Really, if they wanted privacy there's a
thousand ways to achieve it but for now, Marcella would simply look on in
blatant interest at whatever drama was brewing.
Rowena (rowan.held) felt the gaze, she did not react quite
as a slave would, there was something about her eyes, aside from the slight
puffiness and redness, that did not have the same abject deference to
them. Did the man.. seriously.. just
offer... to buy her?!?! The expression on her face, not even remotely
concealed by the sheer veil was one of shock and no small amount of panic as
her eyes flickered to the back of the slaver's head. Yeah, his response about "when she would
be ready for sale' did not exactly lighten her spirits and for just half an
ihn, the flash of anger that was crushed earlier in the day welled up; she shoved
it back down, not caring to find out what would happen if she said what she was
thinking.
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) nodded
to the man. "Aye I want her still." he heard his intended stop her
foot and grined a bit. "she spoke in anger from recent capture lady if she
is ready for sale she is fully trained and wont do so again.. calm yourself my
intended." he then looked to the slaver and hummed a bit. eyeing rowena.
"ahh not yet for sale. true... she looks, untrained.. and her ankles are
covered.. perhaps she has.. fat ankles..." he grinned wide. "If so..
perhaps she would be best.. as a kettle slave." he grined wide.
"three silver." he offered
again and laughed. raising by one more silver. "for the fat ankled kettle
slave." he grined. the slaver would know just what he was doing by now.
teasing the poor captured woman, letting her know fully her new station. the fear
of all freewomen. he then grinned.
"and how much for the one I hope for?"
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had made no mention of training or
lack thereof. He had her health check,
her registration and such taken care of.
"The pending receipt said three silver" he answered back,
"Kneel Rowena" he told the captive.
His gaze went back to Beth and her almost naked face, he liked brazen
women, it made them easier to discern, and to choose if or when to have them,
enslaved.
Rowena (rowan.held)'s blood was ~boiling~ in her veins. She wasn't sure to be more offended by his
'appraisal' or by his offer. of merely 2, ok, 3, silver for her. She was almost to the point of chewing a hole
in the inside of her cheek to stay quiet but that cold fury was evident in the
manner in which she stood there, imagining tiny little daggers stabbing out of
her eyes. She actually sniffed in a
rather haughty way "fat-ankled kettle slave my bosk's ass" she
thought - she nearly thrust her ankle out from beneath the skirt just to prove
a point but.. stopped herself. and of
course her expression was clearly readable behind that mockery of a veil. She kept twitching her head, ensuring her
hair stayed down over what parts of her it could cover - utterly mortified to
be standing around other people, dressed like that.. on a leash. The look darkened as she was told to kneel,
but.. with no small insolence, she sank down in the posture of a free woman
kneeling for tea, thighs so tightly pressed together a scribe couldn't shove a
piece of parchment between them.
Naja (luthienvs) moves an hand on Rowena's caressing her
just to keep her calm knowing how she can react, smiles to her while listens
the men speech and looks between them, she breath slowly moving a bit to try to
relax her thigh as the brand pulls a little bit and hurt
Dᴀᴍᴏs ᴛʜᴇ Vᴇɴɢᴇғᴜʟ (igor.rechkalov) nodded his head for
"Marcella" and with that returned his attention back to his paper,
the occasional mutter to escape him as he tried his best to make sense of the
scriblings, the occasional sip from his water taken. The popping of his bota's
cork to be heard vaguely as he offered himself another refill...
The Lady (mayuumi.kimagawa) soon grew bored with the
proceedings in front of her, and by now her stomach was protesting not having
eaten the sweets she'd provided for it.
With a small sigh Marcella once more turns on her heels, and though her
attention had been focused on the proceedings in front of her she'd well heard
the few mutters that had escaped the man seated behind her. "Do you mind if I sit, Sir? My mother always said, 'why eat alone when
you can have company?' although I suppose I'll be the only one eating...but
never mind that." Marcella gives a
small shrug, gaze still on the dark-haired figure before she speaks again. "For work or for pleasure?" asks
Marcella, giving a small nod in the direction of the scroll he was reading.
Bethany Buchanan (heavenlee.soulstar) hissed at the two men,
its is clear to see that her Intended had no intentions of telling the said
slaver of the way that beast of a girl had behaved in the past, she knew now
she would have not to drink form anything that animal would offer, or even so
keep awake untill it was caged for Beth would wake in the middle of the night
with that horrid wench standing at the foot of her bed staring down at her as
beth would slumber... huffed once more as the slaver would coninue on staring
at beth, she shook her head as some forget their manners, more like manners of
a bosk running about in a pottery shop... "humph" she would move on
and leave them two at their own little games, as she headed to her shop
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) just
simply smiled at her glar, she was after all right now. a collared slave and no
longer that of a freewoman. as she knelt as a freewoman he snorted and looked
to the slaver. "do you teach all slave girls to kneel as freewomen
do?" he asked simply of course with no offence ment. but to help correct
the girl. he then pulled out three silver as he named the price to him for the
other girl. "three silver... a good price for a slave." he watched beth move off then and gave her a
rub on the back and a slight wink as she headed off. he then looked back to the
slaver. and handed him the coins. "i ecspect all the proper paperwork to
be turned into the scribe office of course for filing."
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) was not distressed by the woman's
upset. "Yes, when they are not
opened" he answered Draco.
"Come back to the house I can see you served, write up your receipt
and deliver the wench into your care." he suggested. He preferred to do business a bit more
privately.
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) nodded
to the man and looked back eyeing the black once more carefuly, and turned then
to follow the man.
Naja (luthienvs) looks between the two men and so back to
Rowena, scratches her head a little bit puzzled but hold Rowena's hand till
they move, fast she stand and follows not really sure if she had but .. well
she had not opposite order, looks to the Slaver and so to the other Master
waiting for any order
Rowena (rowan.held): Her eyes went wide, nostrils flared....
the sharp intake of her breath also took in a bit of pollen from the flower and
she sneezed, it was a dainty sound and it completely ruined the attempt at
looking fierce at the insult about her posture.
Her head shook slightly from the motion, that damned tinkling sound in
her ear again. She shifted slightly, now
making sure even her ankles were all but glued together.. until she had to get
up and almost run to keep up with the slaver, no warning just leash pulled
taught and off she went, trying to not stumble.
Naja (luthienvs) steps closer to the other Master on his
left side as she see his sword on his left and so speaks softly: "may I serve
you something Master?"
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) looked
down to the girl then as she begged to serve, he grined a bit. 'larma juice
will do girl... I have alot of paperwork to do today, and best not be drunk for
it."
Naja (luthienvs) her cheeks turns super red as he ask for a
larma juice, closes more her legs but she smiles softly: "a Larma juice
right away for you Master" So she stands slowly trying to do not hurt more
herself and walks for the kitchen, takes a long deep strong breath as now she
was safe inside the kennel, those man in black was so scaring"
Rowena (rowan.held): Rowena was going to push her luck. Back in the kennel, she did not just drop
back to her knees, it just felt.. wrong.. to do so voluntarily, under the
circumstances of course. Back home, it
was normal to see a free woman go to her knees, but it felt.. obscene.. to do
so while barely dressed and in chains.
She stood there, unaware of the subtle sway of her hips side to side,
what had been hidden carefully beneath layers of robes was well displayed in
the thin silk.. and aided by the sirik that had been slowly altering her gait
and posture, giving a glimpse of what was buried beneath a lifetime of freedom,
a tease of what she could one day be.
She smiled to Naja again, she was a good girl, eager to serve, one day she
would bring plenty of coins in return for whatever might be spent on her
training - that was Rowena, ever the merchant's mind evaluating a potential
turn of profit.
Naja (luthienvs) washes her hands super careful as she
touched the floor to stand and kneel, so takes a cup and peeks it inside out
wrapping so her fingers with a rag and checking for any chips or cracks, once
sure that is all perfect more careful on the rim, she washes it under the water
rubbing super strong so to be sure that is clean, smiles softly once is over
and takes a clean rag, rubs the cup dry and puts it on the counter, opens the
manhole and peeks inside for the larma juice, sure that she could find it,
sniffs between the pitchers and find the right one, sniffs it again to be super
sure that is fresh and pours a good amount in the cup, leaving just 1 finger
from the rim, once done puts the pitcher back in and closes the manhole, takes
the cup between her hands and walks back to the Master's left side, lets the
cup moves on her belly with unripe movement and so up on her breasts, closes
her eyes and do not dare to kiss the rim as she offers it up to the Master
speaking with strong northern accent that she still
Naja (luthienvs): do
not lost: "your Larma juice Master,
may it delight your palate in such hot evening"
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) smiles
taking the cup from the girl and sat back. she had done well. pulling out a
candy from his pocket he would smile and hand it to the bast. 'well done
girl... and well served." he said softly and siped his larma juice for a
few moments. his eyes then landing back on the captured freewoman made slave. she
was in face quite lovely. his eyes didnt hide his gaze at her at all. as slowly
his thassa and silver eyes ran across each and every curve of her.
Naja (luthienvs) smiles so big hearing the Master's words
and takes the candy holding it between her hands waiting for permission to eat
it, a touch of red caresses her pale skin on her cheeks while looks him with
super big cerulean eyes full of joy, just even a single thing like that could
make her day perfect
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) assessed the serve and had no
complaint. He did have one complaint
though, as he slowly stood upright. He
gathered that lovely nut brown hair, and fastened it in a loose knot again, so
he could enjoy the view of those magnificent tits. He sat back down not telling the captive a
thing. "So three silvers for the
branded girl called Dina. You do know she has the city brand, yes?" he asked
of the man.
Rowena (rowan.held): She couldn't help it. "Do you mind?" she asked the man
coldly, clearly not caring for the way he was oogling her. She tried, again, to pull her arms up to
cover herself, rattling the chains of the sirik before a heavy sigh parted her
lips in frustration. She turned her back
to the room, looking at the window - at least if he stared at her back side,
she didn't have to SEE him staring at her - and maybe the man in black would
walk by the window and she could come up with a way to make contact with
him.... that would definitely solve her problem, or.. get her dead, which could
also be considered a solution. In truth,
her face turned away from the room, a random thought of the way the slaver's
hand had touched her earlier that day rippled through her mind and made her
shiver slightly, oh yeah she was really glad her hair was covering her breasts
because things got a little bit.. perky.
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) grined
as the woman’s breasts were put in full view. it was a nice sight. as she asked
if he minded he grinned. "of course I do slave... your are lovely to gaze
on.... a nice sight." he then
turned to look at the man and nodded as they spoke of the slave then. "aye
I know she has the city brand. A shame, I hopedshe would wear the dina, or
Kajir brand. but I guess the city brand will do... She will make a good slave.
and if not. the whip is always a good correcter." he said simply.
Naja (luthienvs) shivers hearing about the whip and her hand
run on her ass where the dark blue bruised was visible, blushes so strong and
nibs her low lip tormenting it, swallows while looks her fresh brand smiling
now
Rowena (rowan.held): Just as she stood there.. a hand wound
into her hair and she winced. In
moments, he had her hair pulled up off her body again, worse.. exposing her
neck, the side of her neck.. the.. the.. she couldn't even say it, think
it. She wanted to rip it out and her
hands could not reach beyond her belly.
Her face was enflamed, she could have outshone Lar-Torvis just then,
gaze dropped to the ground as she herself did, understanding the unspoken disapproval..
and consequence. Everything was exposed,
ok, not everything.. so it was one boob, right?
She had two? And other bits that
were still covered but that silver bauble dangling from the side of her head..
that was perhaps the -worst- part of him putting her hair back up. She felt the other man's gaze, his words
sending that crimson shade even darker upon her cheeks as she tried to quell
the rage that was building inside of her again.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "good good. He looked to Naja, go to the next room an get
my board with the paper and stylus hmm?" he told her, it was between the
two tables. He watched his captive react
to her baring. "She is a handful. I had to whip her yesterday, perhaps she will
be a bit less insolent now."he explained the bruises that the girl would
carry to her new home. "Keep her leash short and her chains tight. That one is a runner" he advised.
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) nod's
his understanding. 'worry not. I have made a chain she is not willing yet to
break. She thinks she will become my love slave." he grins wide and laughs
a bit at this shaking his head. "she will behave or she will get the whip.
however I will keep her chained, just in case." he said as his eyes rested
on the woman before them both.
Naja (luthienvs) listens the Master's words and speaks
softly: "yes Master" So she stands walking and moving to the next
room, very very careful she gets what he asked for and keep all between her
hands, being super sure and care that the stylus do not hurt the papers and so
soils them, steps back outside and walks to the Master's side, as wasnt a serve
she moves to his right so he would be have it on his main hand, at least she
hope he was right handed, so lifts all up careful speaking: "what you
asked Master, the paper and the Stylus" offers all up between her hands
Rowena (rowan.held): Kings ... it was making her edgy,
nervous, jittery... the way the other man kept looking at her, like.. he
knew. Then again, now that her hair was
up, there was no way to not know, that tag piercing her ear.... she wanted to
throw up and couldn't - no way to blame this on bad vulo or tassa powder,
unfortunately. At least on her knees,
her hands could reach the sash a bit better and she tried, as discretely as
possible, to tug it just a bit further a teensy bit at a time.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) took the board and stylus from the
girl. checked some things made sure it
was signed and dated and passed it over to Draco. Set your sig and -- you can likely do the
'seal' for the scribes while you are at it, hmm?" he quipped.
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) grins
and pulls out his own personal seal as well as the scribes magistrate seal he
was required to seal all documents with. he would make the proper seals then.
and nodded. a bit. "there we go." he would then write his signature
around them and smiled. "I will see this coped and properly filed, and
have the original sent back to you."
Naja (luthienvs) looks between the two Masters and smiles
remaining now calm and relaxed, looks to Rowena and winks to her trying to make
her smile, yea was hard to do knowing her feelings but at least she try
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) nodded at that. "Thank you very much. I have not seen much of Garian since I arrived."
he shared. He pulled out a key,
"this is for her collar if you would send that back as well. "I can take you to the pens and you can
pick up your property" he said in a
friendly tone. He was glad to have this
sale on the books.
Rowena (rowan.held): She wasn't even used to the slaver
just.. looking at her, touching her, ordering her around - and now, there was a
second man looking at her, commenting on her like she was nothing but an object
to be bought, sold and traded. She knew
the slaves in her father's house had often whispered about such things, how men
would enjoy appraising their slaves, comparing them enjoying watching their
inability to hide even the tiniest detail of their thoughts from them... their
expressive faces telling everything that went on within them - and her, knelt
there, mentally in fragments... and a sheer veil, just as those slaves, every
thought that stampeded through her mind was on full display and there was
nothing she could do about it. She was
grateful the men were distracted with business because she was barely hanging
on by a thread. She saw Naja's smile but
could not even find one in herself at the moment. She had visions of word spreading like
wild-fire... reaching Ar.
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone):
"no. you may send her to me when you are ready... or when she awakes. As
magistrate I can become quite busy with work." he said softly. "and
even now I have paperwork and people I need to see. when she awakes send her to
me." he said and then looked to the girl in her sheer viel. "she
has.. fat ankles by the looks of it." he grined. 'but her breasts look
well. Perhaps I will pay for her blood price." he said to the man and
grined to the slaver.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Yes, she likely does"
he agreed about thee ankles. "Deliver her where?" because he knew if
he just let her go she would jump on the first ship out. "May I give her to your promised
lady?" he asked as that might be a good solution.
Rowena (rowan.held)'s head ~snapped~ up at those words and
the only thing that kept her from trying to skitter away? the leash.
The chains about her face rattled as she shook her head side to side,
heart was thudding like wild kailia across the plains - who cares about ankles
at a time like that? she knew FULL well
what 'blood price' meant.
Naja (luthienvs) looks Rowena and lifts her head up like to
say "chin up hun" offering her a smile while listens their words,
swallows a bit more hearing about the blood price and looks up to the Slaver
just a few ihn
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone):
"hmmm Deliver her to my home, or leash her to the scribes hall.. or better
yet. place her in chains.. like this one." he pointed to rowena. "I
plan on doing so anyways. if she threatens to escape.. threaten to cut her
feet's tendons.. that normally corrects them." he said softly. "I
will collect her when my paperwork is finished." still waiting for a
answer on the blood price however.
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked at his panicking
captive. "I just may." he
agreed. "Although it would be
high" he cautioned. He had not
quite decided what to do with his captive yet.
"As you can see I tagged her." although he had never
'accepted' her as kennel stock, she did not know that. Until today she had hopes of making her way
back home unscathed, but the tag hanging from her earlobe seemed to have slowed
that down. "Lucky you tagged your dina before I was here, or she would
have the pierced ear as well."
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) looked
to the tag on her ear and nodded. "high? how high?" he asked as if
bidding for the girls virginity, but knowing well the slaver wished that for
himself at this point. but of course the slave didnt know this. his silver and
thassa eyes clear on the girl. and then laughed at the mention of dina. "II
may just have her ear's peirced... Actualy... Before bringing her to me, do
that for me would you?" he pulled out another silver and tossed it to him.
Rowena (rowan.held): There it was, out in the open,
stated... no escaping it. Unless she
could talk that out of her earlobe before the hole was healed, it would forever
be there .. and she.. would never.. be free again. How long would it take to heal? Mere days - if that? As they discussed her, and the other
slave.... like she wasn't even kneeling right there and hearing every word...
she just tried to ignore it, and couldn't.
That feeling crept in her belly again, the one she had no word for and
it was distracting to say the least.
Naja (luthienvs) takes a deep breath blushing a little and
now looks a bit down, two formers free women already sold, she will have that
luck soon or later? she so hope, she so hope, looks the two men and so moves
her fingers on her lobes touching them not pierced
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) caught it. "Certainly"
he agreed. "Might just have an
auction, but for a private opening, a handful of gold. or half a gold tarn for second use" he
said, although he would not close his hand on that deal until he decided if he
wanted to even share that well.
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) laughs.
"I wish you luck then in such a auction, a blood auction can be quite a interesting
thing." he said as his eyes landed back on the once freewoman. grinning
wide as if he would gain the right to take her. "perhaps... I will win the
auction. Although I am told I am quite large... and easily reach the womb.
" he said to slightly put fear into the girl, to hopefully have her beg
the slaver for his own private use,to be opened by him and not some random man
at a blood auction. to perhaps force her more into the slaver's arms, even out
of fear. he reached over petting the blonde woman’s hair and stood up. 'and
with that in mind I must go. " he grunted. "i look forward to hearing
about the blood auction. of course..." he grinned wide.
Rowena (rowan.held) was pretty sure the air had been sucked
out of the room, or she'd been punched in the gut - not that she had a clue
what that felt like, she'd never had a hand laid on her in her life. She was beyond the ability to follow any
thought more than a few ihns and that strange tug in her belly was NOT helping
at all. She literally growled, not
loudly of course but.. it might have been heard. There was absolutely no way she was hearing
them talk about auctioning off.. that.
just... not.. possible. Her head
whipped around at the slaver when he spoke.. not just.. auctioning that off,
but.. a.. second.. Kings, she couldn't even think it. The pains she had taken her entire life to
never experience that sort of touch, cold and frigid to every man that sought
her out, to have it.. just.. sold to the highest bidder? her bottom lip quivered and she felt like she
might actually faint if her heart didn't get below 287 beats per minute. Gold, a handful of gold? What.. oh Kings.. what was.. happening. When the other man spoke, words so lascivious
that she blushed to her toes at merely hearing them... and then realized what
that meant. Her legs clamped together
tighter than a jailhouse purse
Naja (luthienvs) she blushes soooo super strong now hearing
the magistrate words and nibs her low lip a bit chuckling but also hiding her mouth
with her hand, takes a deep breath and looks to Rowena just a second holding
her breath
Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Of course" he
answered, rising to his feet to let the scribe out. "Been a business doing
pleasure with you sir" he teased.
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone):
"of course, and here is to the blood auctioN!" he laughed and headed
out as if such a thing would still happen to the poor woman. and walked out
grining a way. knowing he put fear into the girl to more beg to become the
slavers. at least he hoped so.
Naja (luthienvs) she do not moves but speaks a softly:
"i wish you a good day Master may it will be great and full of joy"
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