Exotic Auction

[dryfter]

Travis Almander

6'2", 195 lbs, blonde hair, green eyes, rakish looks
Athletic build from years of having to make a living on the streets.

Travis sighed, annoyed.

It's got to be better this time.

Looking to the throng of dismal humanity around him as his coach forced its way through the hurried masses, first one well polished boot and then another touched down on the worn cobblestone with a soft clack as his weight settled.

Almost as if they didn't want to get his rich blue finery soiled, many fell back from him, wide eyed and staring. Each man no doubt trying to measure his worth in gold should they somehow find themselves able to get past the gold platinum embossed rapier that hung tightly at his side.

Yet it was in his walk that belied his true self. Travis had only recently gained his wealth. Indeed, he'd not even known he was in line for such luxuries until just recently when a long forgotten relative suddenly passed on. The only thing that had surpassed the shock of being in the old man's will, was that the servants of the estate had been bold enough to go right to the town's theives guild to look for him.

And so here he was.....a pretender amongst many pretenders. A rogue now faced with the possibility of achieving any fantasy he imagined. But such fantasies weren't easily achieved....and not necessarily legal either. But after a life of stealing, who was he to care about the law?

Travis grimaced as he stepped in a puddle, shooting a sharp glare at the whisperings of a snicker to his left. Approaching a huge stone monolith of a building, the young man summoned his nerve, looking the guard in the eye as he straightened reflexively.

"Almander, do ya really think you'll find what you're looking for today?" The huge minotaur huffed, eyeballing him closely. He could probably squish this little runt, if it weren't for his masters....and those tales about him at the tavern....

"I'll not know if I don't look, will I, Thraxus? And if I fail, I'll be back next month. I'm patient."

With a disgruntled nod, the huge beast turned to the stone doors that barred his way, throwing his bovine weight into them with vigor until the sound of grating stone on stone nearly made the rich thief wince with the strain on his ears.

Striding easily past, Travis took a customary moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting beyond. He had been buying slaves from the black market for several years now, almost as soon as he had come into his fortune. His connection with the thieves guild made it all too easily to locate such a place of ill repute with the law.

And yet, even as he filled his newly built mansion with lusty, nubile women....some of which already showed signs of spending a little too much time with their master....he had rapidly grown bored with many of his little pets, finding them all so very similar to each other.

Nudging aside other potential buyers, Travis kept an ear cocked for the cries of the slavers. Most were all too eager to flaunt their wares beforehand in the hopes of driving up the price on a valuable slave. Like any other time, "Lord" Almander shunned the partition of dingy courtyard where the men were sold, instead moving silently and with much practice to the much less unkept portion of the building.

The fact of the matter was, Travis was looking for something rare, something exotic. Someone that would make his heart skip a beat, and who would take more than a single day to break and remold into his personal pet. Humans were too easy, too predictable. An elf, a dark elf, a catgirl, dryad, nymph, SOMETHING!

Some day soon.

For just a moment, Travis stopped, his eyes narrowing as a well oiled servant dared approach him.

"Lord Almander, yes? Come, come see what we have for you today? My master begs your attention! He says you will be verily pleased with him as he has heard some of which you desire, and has humbly done his best to satisfy you."

Despite the fact that he was supposed to be poised and genteel in public, Travis found himself hurrying behind the man. His heart actually racing as his mind thrilled across possibilities that could be nearly anything.....

(Looking for anyone interested in playing a strong willed female demi-human character. Characters that are likely to kill a tiny human such as me, Lycan's, Vampires....well....I'd appreciate it if we gave those a miss this time. Maybe later. lol)

[misguided]

Iilka Hydragaze

Species: Dark elf
5' 7'', 120 pounds, long ash-blonde hair and dark skin. Near black eyes, slender build.

Appearence

Many of the slave girls in this place were already broken, or halfway there. Their eyes were downcast, their body language showing their defeat until they were made to show their bodies to the potential buyers that came along. Only a few showed signs of resistance. Two were human, and they were cut off from the others of their species, kept in separate cages, to be broken. The other was Iilka.

She was the only of her species, light or dark, within the marketplace, but that did not make her highly sought. Many of those that came here seemed to require a broken pet, or one easily trained. Iilka was neither of those things, and this showed in the way her captors treated her.

They had.. acquired her whilst she made a rare trip out of the relative safety of her underground dwelling. A hit to the back of her head had robbed her of conciousness, and she had woken whilst in transit. Her spear had been taken during her time of unconciousness. She had still tried to fight, to escape of course, but.. she was just one, alone. She had been bound, hands behind her back, ankles together.

She had been here for two sunrises now. They used minimal food to keep their captives weakened, but still alive.. hoping to break them that way. It had not worked with Iilka, and she had showed her contempt anytime a slaver, human or not, had got close enough to her to permit it. She had received a blow herself once. What looked like a troll had taken a whip to her back for her cheek. The lone mark he had caused still showed on her lower back.

Her hands were still bound, though now in front of her, the chain ending at the top of the cage she was in. Her ankles also still bound. Her eyes came up as the head slaver came over to her cage. A smirk was on his face, putting her more then ever in mind of a rat. He poked his crop through the bars of the cage, forced her to turn her head so her eyes were upon his.

"You had better show yourself off well, she-elf. A Lord has arrived that would be mighty interested in you, and I can not wait to have you off my hands."

Iilka jerked her head away from the touch of his crop, her ashen hair falling to partially hide her face. The slaver gave a mocking laugh, then moved away to welcome this guest of his. Iilka shivered slightly. Part of her had believed that any man, any owner would be better then that piece of filth. But if he was so delighted at the appearance of this Lord, that could mean no good..

[dryfter]

Twice he had to keep himself from slipping and falling on the loose and broken ground, his haste making things less than amicable for travel. Travis hadn't bothered to make himself familiar with the lesser goings on of the merchants who paraded their goods in this blackest of markets, and so a slim hand drifted to caress the gilded hilt of his rapier as he struggled to keep pace with the servant that had beckoned him. Ambushing a noble was hardly unheard of in places such as these......thankfully, he was noble in title only.

Introductions were brief. He had no interest in meeting a dirty, sweaty fat man who bartered in lives, the blonde haired rogue had come only at the promise of something that would pique his interest....

And rewarded he was, escorted with as much pomp and circumstance as a mere slaver could muster. Emerald eyes scanning the rows of filthy half clothed women, most of which already looked to him with longing and hope, that he might lead them to a better life than that which they knew now. Yet they weren't even given a second glance......for he had already taken notice of exactly why he had been brought to this dismal reeking corner of the market......

Eyes as dark as the purest of onyx gazed back at him, the only thing about the woman that was darker than her skin. Disheveled bleached looking hair lay strewn about her neck and shoulders.....covering skin where what little clothing she had left did not. And what he saw there.....resting amid those moonlit pools.......loathing......loathing and disgust......better yet, defiance.

"A dark elf....."

He reached for her then.....a gentle finger sliding lightly across the ridge of one pointed ear......brushing the dirty white locks of hair aside even as he watched her carefully, seeing delicate eyes narrow suddenly and dangerously.

"If you bite me, I won't hesitate in striking you. Is it worth it....defending yourself from the most fleeting of touches?"

She was helpless of course, her wrists shackled behind her, her legs almost too slender to enclose in irons.....such was the willow thin body of an elf......

How.....intoxicating.

"Now perhaps such resistance would be more understandable.....should a tormentor do something like this, perhaps?"

The hand at her ear had retreated swiftly, allowing her the brevity he had promised, yet confirming without a doubt...the strength of her elven bloodline. It was impressive that the indignant little bitch didn't even cry out when his touch returned once more to cup a petite breast in one palm....massaging lightly as he tested its weight.

"She is....most desirable."

The slaver breathed an ill-concealed sigh of relief. There was no telling what manner of vengeance might befall him should he continue to cavort about with such dangerous stock in tow.....yes....yes it was best to be done with the girl and done quick. And to think he was going to make good coin from this transaction too!

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"She will remain bound, and delivered personally to my estate. I am paying you extra for that, so I expect no problems, and no further violence. I'm not about to pay for damaged goods, you're lucky you got as much as you did for the marks you inflicted....."

Grinning from ear to ear, the fat man nodded almost absently as he counted the gold before him. From the looks of things, he was going to be counting for a while. A profitable venture indeed! Only a last second thought prompted the greedy merchant to look up from his newest bounty.

"Oh....Lord Almander......you never inquired as to the girl's name."

Soft soled boots stopped suddenly at the edge of the tent, a wiry arm already moving to lift its flap. Turning, he gave the man a final sardonic smile from over his shoulder....

"One day, when I deem her worthy of a name, I'll have her tell me. Until then, she will call me Master, and I will call her whatever I please. Make sure she's delivered on time. I'd hate to have to demand recompense for late or damaged goods."

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Right on time. It was amazing just how well money talked to some people.

Even now, his servants ushered the struggling girl into his manor, still struggling no doubt. Still....they had been given higher station than her in this matter, and if the dark elf continued to resist, she no doubt would recieve several nasty kicks for her effort. The fact that she was still bound as he asked, had to only add to her humiliation.

"Such a dirty thing, you'll be needing a bath before you see the master for sure, come now.....let's go."

Which of the maids present had actually spoken, he didn't know.....and frankly didn't care. They were all the same to him now......completely broken......completely loyal.......some of which had even begun to show signs of his attentions.....but that would all change.

Just as their plan for a bath would change. For once, he had eyes for no one else, their emerald gaze following the twisting, writhing figure of darkness until she was carried from view.

Her introductions to her new "Master" would come a lot sooner than expected.....whether she liked it or not.

[misguided]

The slaver was gone mere minutes. Footsteps, two sets, warned her of the eminent arrival of him and his guest. Then two figures came before her, dimming the light before her cage. She raised her eyes high enough to see the face of her newest visitor.

.. A human. Emerald eyes gazed into her own, and she held his gaze steadily, not looking away. Then his gaze moved over her face, her body.. Her hands clenched slightly instinctively behind her back. He spoke her species as if to himself. When his finger brushed over her soft ear, she tensed just slightly, the urge to bite, to resist his touch strong within her, but..

"If you bite me, I won't hesitate in striking you. Is it worth it....defending yourself from the most fleeting of touches?" She met his gaze defiantly, but within knew he spoke the truth. And knew deep down, there were far worse things he could do to her. Perhaps would do to her, if he purchased her. She would bide her time. She did not flinch, did not waver. His finger moved from her ear, leaving it exposed, her long hair tucked back behind it.

"Now perhaps such resistance would be more understandable.....should a tormentor do something like this, perhaps?" His hand moved to her breast, lightly squeezed. She kept herself from crying out.. just.. Her body trembled slightly, and the suppressed anger and humiliation showed in her black eyes. She did not shift her gaze from his.. would not give him the satisfaction..

"She is....most desirable."

The slaver could barely hide his delight and relief. Iilka had no doubt that, should she look at him, he would see him already counting the coins he could get out of this buyer, with any luck. But her eyes were only for this human whose hand was upon her. His touch moved from her breast, and he and the slaver moved away to the slob’s tent. The slaver looked like he was close to bouncing. Iilka finally lowered her gaze, her body starting to tremble just a little as she contemplated what was to come.

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The slaver could not seem to get rid of her fast enough. He had her loaded, still bound, into a caged cart and driven away within an hour. They passed from the dingy city streets into green land, but Iilka’s eyes were not upon it. She was still contemplating what her existence would be now. Her captor had referred to this new man.. she refused to think ‘her Master’.. as a Lord. He had to at least be rich to be able to afford to buy another being.

Perhaps she had drifted to sleep, but it took less time then she had anticipated for them to slow before a stately looking manor. The slaver got out, opened the door, and tugged her out hard, unbalancing her. Before she could recover enough to try and struggle free, others had surrounded her, were pulling her inside the building. Not the man, but other humans. Perhaps employees or servants, they certainly seemed to wear the same uniform.

Two had hold of her firmly by her upper arms, keeping her still. A dark haired woman brushed a hand through her dirty hair, looked over her skin, and tutted.

"Such a dirty thing, you'll be needing a bath before you see the master for sure, come now.....let's go."

Iilka struggled as she was pulled away, but that only caused one of them to lift her bodily and carry her forcefully away. Just as they left the room, she caught a glimpse of blue clothing, blonde hair.. he had been watching! She struggled harder, but the grip on her willowy body tightened considerably, cutting her breathing off for a moment.

”Watch it! The Master’ll want her breathing.”

She was set down on her feet, and looked wildly around for a moment. She was in a small room, dingier then the entrance hall she had just been in. She did not have long to take in her surroundings though. One of the servants kept a hold on her, whilst the dark haired one that had spoken before stripped her forcibly of the meagre clothing she had left on her body. She attempted a two-legged kick, only to receive a strike to her stomach that left her gasping.

She was then lifted into a metal tub, pushed down into a seated position, held her. Water, only luke warm, was poured over her head and body, soaking her, leaving her shaking. A blonde-haired girl started scrubbing at her skin with a brush, whilst from above, another unseen scrubbed at her hair. Iilka struggled, twisted to try and get away, and received another strike. A hand grabbed her hair, and she was made to look into the eyes of the dark haired woman.

”You best start behaving yourself, girl. The Master told us to get you clean and presentable for him, and I ain’t about to take punishment because of a uppity little wench. The stiller y’are, the quicker you’re out, got it?”

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A little time later, and Iilka was being led, tugged along by the dark haired servant, and one of her assistants. She was now clean. Her hair and skin had been thoroughly and roughly scrubbed. The dark haired servant had taken it upon herself to inspect Iilka’s body when she was lifted out of the tub, and Iilka had not missed the fact that the woman’s hands had lingered too long, searched longer than necessary. Her humiliation had grown with every touch, every snicker from the other servants around her.

Her hair was now thoroughly cleaned, well combed and fell down her back. Her skin had been lightly oiled, all over. She had been given clothing to put on, but it was quite as worthless as the rags left from her capture. The clothes hugged her body closely, leaving little to the imagination.

They stopped before an oak door, and the dark haired woman gave Iilka a last critical look, before she knocked upon the door. At being granted entry, she opened the door, and Iilka was tugged inside.

"We have bought you the new girl, Master, as you requested. We bathed and cleaned her thoroughly.”

Iilka’s eyes were upon him again, perhaps even more loathing and anger in her gaze after the humiliation she had just endured.

[dryfter]

He had been busy as well.

Busy shedding the stuffy and almost laughable facade that was his public face. Gone were his starched linens and gaudy weapon, though the quirky impish smile and that coquettish rake of dusty blonde hair remained ever present.

Just because one unexpectedly inherited wealth, didn't mean they had to forget their roots. Even if that person had dreamt all their live of doing just that, as Travis had. Clearly, there were few other things for a gutterborn thief to dream of than money....and lots of it.

She had seen him. Of that he had little doubt, not that it mattered. Thrashing and kicking, he had watched as she was dragged out of sight. A small part of him stirred as he let his thoughts drift to just how little he had seen of his new pet so far.....and how that little bit might look glistening wet and lathered, a layer of white soapy froth held in contrast to her dark curves......

One day, she would show him, and in doing so.....would hold his attention like no other woman ever had......

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She was angry, and probably rightly so. Yet she was dutifully silent, though out of fear or rage was yet to be determined.

"We have bought you the new girl, Master, as you requested. We bathed and cleaned her thoroughly.”

Ruddy cheeks darkened further. Interesting enough that a well plucked eyebrow rose slightly. Was she blushing? Did dark elves even know how to blush? Judging from her servant's choice of clothing, the girl probably had every right to. It was obvious from her breast hugging top, and the shorts that flaunted the very womanly curve of her hips, not to mention the complete and total absence of any cloth covering her delightfully flat midriff that they expected the new girl to be yet another whore.......a plaything that the master would be enjoying fully tonight.

And the longer her let his eyes roam over her, the darker her complexion became. It was as if she hadn't even noticed that his own clothing had become much more loose fitting and practical, as absorbed as she was in her own humiliation. A hundred or more weapons could be concealed in their folds.....yet at this time......he only carried one.

"Welcome to my mansion, pet. I trust you've enjoyed my hospitality so far. My servants informed me of just how poorly you were kept before you came into my employ, and for that I must apologize."

His tongue was civil, yet he made no move to release her from her bonds.

"I trust that by now, your pretty little head....," Travis moved to stroke the now startling alabaster locks of hair that threatened to blur her vision from her face. "Is probably concocting a half million ways to escape this place and find your freedom. I hope you'll believe me when I say I paid far too much for you to be allowing something as careless as that to happen."

A soft smirk in response to a suddenly furious glare.

"Your previous masters have enlightened me to just how.....difficult.....you were. Needless to say, they had certain restraints that I do not have when it comes to training you. Soon enough, you will be calling me Master, and carrying out my bidding as does everyone else in this manor house. However.....for now......I require only the smallest of submissions, my little pet."

The delicious smell of roasted beef and quail floated into the room from corridors beyond, mixed with other scents no less tantalizing, though most likely unrecognizable to one who spent her entire life below ground.....

Cooked onions and legumes, marinated meats, cheeses from a dozen different nations........plate after plate was brought before them, though only he sat before a table. Rising, Travis reached for the platter of sirloin.....carving off a small yet delicious piece and letting it slip between lips moistened now by the morsels own juices, humming with appreciation as his mouth filled with perfectly seasoned flavor.

Cutting off another small piece, he was fully aware she was capable of kicking him now, yet just as aware that she had been watching his every move......and that something perhaps just as strong as anger shone deep within the black wellsprings of her eyes......

Raising the second piece to her lips, his quirky smile never wavered.

"Eat. You know you're hungry......and your captors never offered you anything as fine as this....."

[misguided]

His gaze moved over her body, as she had known it would. What she had not expected was her bodies response. A blush, whether or embarrassment or anger she wasn't completely sure, rose to her cheeks, darkening her complexion and making her appalled. Why was she blushing?? This was all his idea, his intent, and she was probably reacting just as he wanted her to.

"Welcome to my mansion, pet. I trust you've enjoyed my hospitality so far. My servants informed me of just how poorly you were kept before you came into my employ, and for that I must apologize."

A flicker of surprise. He was apologizing for rhe way she had been treated by the slavers? Her eyes narrowed just slightly, suspicion rearing it's head in her mind. His tone did at least seem civil. Her gaze flickered over him for a moment, and she registered the change of clothing. Loose, practical. She had seen similar, but could not place where..

"I trust that by now, your pretty little head....," He stroked her smooth face back from her face, and Iilka instinctively flinched back minutely, before correcting herself. Don't show his touch unnerves you, she chided herself, he'll use that.. "Is probably concocting a half million ways to escape this place and find your freedom. I hope you'll believe me when I say I paid far too much for you to be allowing something as careless as that to happen."

She had indeed been contemplating the best way to gain her freedom again, since being dragged so unceremoniously into this place. Her eyes snapped to his, fury passing through her, and received only a smirk in reply.

"Your previous masters have enlightened me to just how.....difficult.....you were. Needless to say, they had certain restraints that I do not have when it comes to training you. Soon enough, you will be calling me Master, and carrying out my bidding as does everyone else in this manor house. However.....for now......I require only the smallest of submissions, my little pet."

Her eyes narrowed again, as he hastily tried to quell the sudden quickening of her heartbeat, a faint shiver down her spine. His words were clearly a threat of what could happen should she show resistance. He also seemed confident that she would soon be acting the same way as those servants downstairs. Her hands clenched slightly, her body tensed. He could not be more mistaken! She was not about to become some little pet..

She became distracted by tantalising smells that reached her, made her turn her head in the direction of the door. Some scents she recognised, but most.. foreign, unknown to her.

Dishes were brought into the room. Part of her was aware of the fact the door was open, she could try to get out.. but she knew she was handicapped but her bindings, and that he would punish her. In all honesty, she was curious about these dishes, and, whether she liked it or not, her stomach ached with hunger, the need to eat.

He rose, moved around the table. Close to her. Kick him.. attack him, he is close enough.. But she didn’t. She watched him carve a small piece from what smelt like meat – Iilka was not certain of the type.. watched him raise it to his lips, and slip it inside. Her stomach clenched slightly. He cut another small piece from the meat.. and then bring it close to her mouth. She tilted her head back slightly, bringing her mouth slightly further away.. trying to resist temptation.

"Eat. You know you're hungry......and your captors never offered you anything as fine as this....."

Her eyes, tinged with suspicion and anger, as well as another emotion, met his. Why was he doing this? The slavers had deliberately fed her the basic, smallest amount needed, to keep her from resisting or reacting quickly. The food they had given her was, by any being’s definition, disgusting. It was the same for all the captives in that place. Doing this confused her slightly..

Then it clicked. It wasn’t about feeding her, giving her energy. It was about making her show that first sign of submission to him.. the first sign of being his pet, breaking to his will. Stubbornness, anger flared in her immediately. She would not bow to him. But..

Her gaze moved, for the first time, from his face and to the piece of meat torturously close to her lips. She wasn’t just hungry, she was starving, she knew that shone from her eyes, in her expression. One little submission.. she could resist him the rest of the time. She hated him for using her basest need, something she could not refuse, to make her obey. She opened her lips, allowing the slice of meat into her mouth. A little gasp escaped her lips, she quickly chewed and swallowed.

She still stayed silent. Part of her knew he might get annoyed by her silence, but she was not about to break it.

[dryfter]

Piece by delightful piece, Travis made sure the lovely creature before him had a chance to sample everything. The dry flesh of the quail was a stark contrast to the juicy beef, yet it seemed to make it easier to accept the crisp taste of collard greens and sweet beets, each delivered slowly and deliberately as he fed her by hand.....

"There you go.....that's a good girl."

He could see the sudden flash of contempt in her eyes as his words registered, words that could as easily have been spoken to a dog......yet he pressed a small chalice of cool wine to her lips to drink.

"You've nothing to worry about. None of it is poisoned. I don't resort to such crude measures when it comes to taming my pets. I simply want you to enjoy what my most favored of servants does, give you incentive to....cooperate, if you will."

Again, a flinch and a look of disgust at the word "pet". Travis only smiled that easy, annoyingly cheerful smile, in response to her sudden glare. She had kept quiet throughout everything, no doubt her own show of resistance. Well that suited him just fine......there were so many words and sounds he was looking forward to coaxing from her pretty little throat later.

And as he had guessed she might, the captive dark elf ate only what she needed to sate herself and deliver her body from the gnawing hunger that she had no doubt borne for days. After she had reached that point, the stubborn woman refused even the tastiest morsels he offered.....

Very well then. It was time.

"You no doubt wonder what is going to happen to you."

Oh yes. He had her attention now.

"Well that depends largely on you, really. I have any number of punishments and disciplines I can inflict upon a disobedient pet. And that is what you are now. A pet. A prized one to be sure, but a pet none the less. In time, you will come to crave my attentions and even do anything for them. But that time isn't yet, is it? You have to be trained first."

A soft smile, and an eagerness hidden well within.

"For starters, why don't you tell me how you got caught and ended up in that dirty little slavers harem? Did he assault you? Violate you in any way? I see that you were whipped once......"

[misguided]

He fed her by hand. Bite by bite, seeming to enjoy himself. Him talking to her like she was just some animal, some pet that had performed the right trick had spiked her hate up again. Contempt for him flared within her, but the need to sate her hunger was paramount in her thoughts. Once that was abated, she turned her head away, refused even the foods she found most desirable.

"You no doubt wonder what is going to happen to you."

Her eyes had been away until that sentence. Now they snapped back to him. She had been wondering when he would say this, had wondered about her fate with him. She could guess.. the hand that had palmed one petite breast came to her mind.. but she wanted to know.

"Well that depends largely on you, really. I have any number of punishments and disciplines I can inflict upon a disobedient pet. And that is what you are now. A pet. A prized one to be sure, but a pet none the less. In time, you will come to crave my attentions and even do anything for them. But that time isn't yet, is it? You have to be trained first."

She felt appalled. Crave his attentions? Do anything for them? Never, no matter what he decided to inflict upon her. She might be a captive, but she was still proud, still strong-willed. She met his soft smile with a hostile glare.

"For starters, why don't you tell me how you got caught and ended up in that dirty little slavers harem? Did he assault you? Violate you in any way? I see that you were whipped once..."

A fleeting look of revulsion showed on her face at his question of whether she had been violated, along with a distinct reluctance. She was unable to do anything to avoid speaking. These were direct questions, and if she did not speak, she would be punished. There were more substantial things to be punished for..

She spoke, and was a little surprised her voice was not hoarse, cracked. She had not used it since her capture, other then to answer a couple of questions right at the beginning. Telling her name, and confirming her species. She spoke now in a calm, even voice. Attempting to keep her face blank, not to show emotion.

"I was caught by him close to my home. I had come above ground for mere minutes alone. I was knocked unconcious from behind, and when I came around.. I was in one of their cages. I tried to escape, but was bound." Like now, she thought.. "I was delivered to that market two days ago."

"As to whether he.. assaulted me.." A little shiver showed on her face, which she tried to hide. She shook her head slightly jerkily from side to side, her eyes upon the man's face. "He touched me. That seemed to work with the other women. I.. heard them.." Another shiver. "But.. when he tried it with me, I fought. He touched me, was saying filth into my ear.. what I would become, what I would be fit for when he had defiled me. I bit him, hard. I would never let scum like that have his way with me!"

Her composure, calm had slipped. The anger, revulsion was clear on her face, her body. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. Continuing in an once more calm tone.

"The whip mark was from another. One of those working for him, I believe. If they got close enough for my to attack them, I would. Most had the sense not to strike, but one decided to."

She had kept her gaze averted from him for most of her words. Not wanting to look, thinking that if she did she would be unable to continue. Now she met his gaze. She didn't continue, but it was clear.. she didn't see him as very different. The same type, just in fancier dress.

[dryfter]

It came as a mild surprise when his simple question was actually answered. Truth be told, the blonde rogue turned nobleman had fully expected a stony silence that would have to be disciplined. And while what he saw in her eyes was a far cry from resignation, the thought that she hadn't fought him pleased him greatly. How many times had the slavers heard that melodic yet husky elven voice?

"I see."

Thin white eyebrows furrowed, obviously expecting more than just an acknowledgement.

"I appreciate you being so forthright with me. As a reward, I will have you shown to your room this evening instead of the training room. The servants there have been instructed to release your bindings, and I warn you, harming them will not bring about anything good for you."

He turned his back on her then, not wanting to see the look of shock and surprise that must have been there on her face. As if on cue, servants both male and female rushed to clean up the leftovers of their repast. More than one openly sampled the foods as they were borne back to whence they came from, while another pair silently slid in behind her......hands gently cupping dark elbows in such a way as to be ready to grip instantly in case this new toy became difficult again.

It was easy to become lost in the manor's maze of doors, antechambers, and corridors. Fortunately, both servants seemed quite skilled at finding their way around. And as the pair of buxom human women finally tugged her gently to a stop before a cherrywood door, the soft scents of lavender and freshly washed linen wafted out to greet them as the dark wood opened before them.

Minutes later, and a slender young thing cooed softly, concerned......a gentle finger tracing the sore where the wrist irons had rubbed skin raw. No thanks or even appreciation was expected.....she had been just like this new girl once.....not so long ago. And knew what all could and should be going through her white maned head.

A soft smile as the leg irons fell away as well, that had to feel so much better! Finally, the doe eyed girl looked up from beneath her short cropped brown hair, smiling as if she held no fear at all of the dark elf......

"Master made these keys himself, he did. Don't ask how though, I'm not sure you want to know. Anyway.....there you go, hun.....doesn't that feel so much better?"

Both girls immediately fell to tidying up the room, including the immediate retreival of the shackles.

"You'd best get some rest, love. You've a long day ahead of you tomorrow. You'll need as much preparation as you can get."

And with one last soft smile and a cute little wink that was probably wasted on the elf anyway......the door closed once more.

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From the rooftop he watched, perfectly at ease here. She would be tough to spot for sure, but such a thing might further his own training. Besides....unlike most humans, he wasn't completely helpless in the dark.

Mostly because he was only half human.

She hadn't noticed. And that was good. Travis made a point to keep his flouncy hair combed well over the small points of his ears. Had she known that he was half-breed scum, she most likely would have been even more hostile towards him. Oh well.....she would learn eventually. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it.....or at least.....use it to his advantage as he knew he could.

He fully expected her to run. Had left the door to her room unlocked as well, setting every trap he had personally created and installed in the manor to reveal stealthy intruders. Of course.....the more deadly ones had remained disarmed.....at least until she knew of their location and how to bypass them. It wouldn't do for such a valuable pet to run off and damage herself......

[misguided]

"I appreciate you being so forthright with me. As a reward, I will have you shown to your room this evening instead of the training room. The servants there have been instructed to release your bindings, and I warn you, harming them will not bring about anything good for you."

The surprise must have shown quite clearly on her face, but he had already turned his back on her. A clear dismissal. She felt hands on her elbows. Hands that were quite gentle, but still made her start slightly. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing the silent pair behind her. She was more compliant this time, allowing herself to be guided away.

As she was guided through the maze of rooms, she mentally tried to remember the route. Right corridor, through the second door on the left, straight on, right again.. But soon her mind had zoned out, was focusing on what he had said back there. Something about a.. training room? Her mind swam as she attempted to visualise what could be within such a room. Judging from his words about discipline, and what she judged to be his intent, they had to be implements to hurt, to break her. To hurt any that he took possession of. Stubborness flared in her once again. She would not break.. at least not easily..

She was tugged to a stop, and her eyes came up, surveying the cherrywood door. The smells from within made her body subconciously relax, something that caused her a twinge of annoyance.

She was guided inside. She felt hands upon the restraints holding her wrists, and went still once again. She was not going to hurt these ones. Besides.. the the relief was profound as the restraints came away from her wrists.. releasing her hands and arms. The woman before her's face showed nothing but concern. Her fingers traced the sore marks on Iilka's wrists. Iilka reflexively drew them away; not wanting concern, not wanting kindness. That, in ways, would make this all the worse for her.

Even she couldn't keep back the small sigh of relief that escaped when the leg irons were released. She bent slightly, rubbed her ankles to bring feeling back, to ease the sores that were also there. Her eyes met the other girls briefly, before she averted them. Once again, the look there was of kindness, concern, not of fear or dislike. Iilka wasn't used to this from humans.. it felt.. odd..

She felt distinctly out of place in this room also. Her room at home was far different. As the door closed behind the two women with a soft snap, Iilka immediately moved to the lamps in the room and dimmed them, cutting down the light. Much better..

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It was a few hours later when Iilka rose again. She had been waiting for the sounds of movement around the place had stilled. Until everyone else in the place was asleep. She moved around the room, her footsteps near silent. It had been passable to act more compliant.. to answer just one question. She hadn't expected to fool him this well. To get things this good..

She moved to the window, glanced down towards the ground. She was able to clearly see through the darkness. It was a long way down.. Her eyes moved to the window. Unable to open. She made a faint angry sound.

She turned her head, surveying the room. Her eyes moved to the door. It was stupid to hope.. but then.. she hadn't heard the key turn, hadn't heard the lock. She moved to it slowly, stretched her hand out. Her hand turned the handle.

It opened. Her breath catched in her throat. She moved to the threshold, looked left and right. Empty corridor. She stepped into the corridor, suddenly weighed down by the sheer magnitude of the place.

She acted on instinct. Turned left, made her way down the corridor. Deliberate, quiet footsteps. Listening, watching the whole time for some sign of a trap, some someone coming. The silence continued. She kept moving by instinct, and finally came out into a place she recognised.

The room she had been pulled into by the servants earlier. She remembered the way back to the front doors, but knew that would be suicide. Instead, she moved the opposite way, and was rewarded a few rooms along. A kitchen, what looked like the servants place to eat together.. and a door out into the grounds. She moved to it.. turning the handle once again, hoping it wouldn't made a sound. It creaked just slightly, but then opened without fuss. She was out into the grounds, had shut the door behind her within a few seconds.

She took a moment to take her bearings, to catch her breath. Her body pressed against the wall beside the little door, slightly overhung with ivy. She was, she thought, at the side of the house. She looked around her. There was woodland, large trees. She judged the distance at around 700 metres. She could run for the cover of the trees, and once within them make her way towards the entrance she had been bourne through and out.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself. Then broke from the wall, sprinting across the grounds. The moonlight from above glinted on her hair.. the one thing that would give her away in the darkness.

[dryfter]

He had been waiting for this......

Sharp eyes had spied the flash of moonlit hair easily enough. Closing the distance would be the challenge now. Let her get to the woods around the manorhouse.....he knew them far better than she did......

Dropping to the ground soundlessly, his pursuit began the second his feet came to rest, bearing him forward with a speed most would think him incapable of. And yet he had grown up stealing.....pilfering everything he ate......and those who didn't get away........

Travis grinned more to himself than anything. This was so exhilirating! How long would it be before she noticed him? Would she notice him? The rogue made it his own personal challenge to see how close he could get to her without her noticing....

She was amazing, despite having been treated so poorly, she was fast. As he drew closer, he marveled at the tone of her calves and thighs......the thought of them parting before him as he plundered her every treasure spurring him even further and hardening more than just his resolve.

A soft squeak of surprise. She had finally noticed she wasn't alone. Now the question was....would she continue to flee? Or would she actually turn and fight him? Neither were a good option for her......he certainly didn't feel like treating another wound should she continue to run. While she had been lucky so far, he had known the location of every hidden wire he had strung up to prevent just such an escape......it was only a matter of time before one caught the shapely dark elf's ankle......

And what would he do with her when he caught her? Sure he could tear her clothes off and make her his forcibly, such a thing might even go a long way towards breaking her spirit.......but did he really want that? Another servant unable to even look him in the eyes as she undressed before him, as if shamed that she couldn't resist......a broken toy to be used and discarded?

How she managed to continue to flee was beyond him, surely she must see the wires somehow to evade them the way she did. If it weren't for her hair, she might have made good on her escape......her hair and those ridiculous harem clothes. Travis smiled again.....his pet had pride......and hadn't tried to run naked, even though it might have increased her chances a little.

He could hear her gasp as he caught up to her, by now she had to know who was in pursuit.....and had seen the look of enjoyment on his face. He had planned this evening run......had prepared rewards for her had she stayed in her room.......and punishments if she hadn't.

He was almost out of breath....out of stamina......yet she moved just as quickly, bourne by fear, desperation, and the closeness of escape no doubt. Escape that was jerked away from her fingertips as a steely wire snapped closed about her throat, his garrote locking away her ability to breathe.......

[misguided]

She reached the trees, and after the merest moment of hesitation to get her bearings, turned left, running back in the direction of freedom. She had expected her speed or at least her capabilities to have suffered with her recent sufferings, but her running felt as easy as before.

A sudden flash of silver made her give a little gasp, and change her footing quickly to prevent putting her foot in that exact location. What had that been? She thought it might be wire, a hidden trap. That thought made her already pounding heart pound all the faster. This was forboding..

Sounds from behind her suddenly came to her ears, making her glance quickly over her shoulder. What was meant to be a cry came out as a mere squeak of surprise and.. dare she think it.. fear. Someone was there. Following. She couldn't tell who for sure from the current distance. She sped up, pushing herself harder. She couldn't be caught.

More flashes of silver warned her of more traps. Two were very narrow avoidances, she came perilously close to being caught by the ankle. She chanced another quick glance over her shoulder..

A gasp escaped her. It was him! And.. worse.. he had caught up with her, was gaining. How.. that didn't matter right now. She sped up again, forcing her body beyond what it could normally stand. Desperation, fear, anger.. the look in his eyes and the grin on his face.. all were spurring her on. He was enjoying this. Enjoying chasing her. The thrill of the hunt.

Through the trees, she spied a break. Her heart gave a jolt. She was close! She made to give a last burst of speed and-

A sudden pressure around her throat. Forcing her to stop, cutting off her air. She stumbled back, her mouth opening in an attempt to take in air that would not come. Panic filled her as she realised.. she was trapped. He had pulled her back, close to him.

Iilka struggled wildly, her body twisted, writhed in an attempt to get loose. Her hands came up, trying to hit, to scratch.. but she hit bare air. His arm came around her, trapping her into a vice-like grip. She gave a mute groan, shivered.. finally going still.. silently admitting defeat.

[dryfter]

His breath wheezed in an out.....the very act of drawing air in seemed a chore, like he just couldn't do it fast enough. Did she realize how close she had been? He too had been on the very edge of his limitations....and yet she had somehow come up with one last burst of speed that had very nearly left him behind.

Now he watched, gazing impassively as she panicked beneath the garrote, seeking feverishly to tug its cords from around her throat and breathe once more. Yet she didn't know the locking mechanism like he did, couldn't undo it even if her fingers had travelled to the back of her neck rather than her throat itself. No doubt desperate, darkened shoulders sagged in defeat.....her eyes not even able to lift and meet his.

"Now that's a good pet.....unfortunately, I've had enough trouble out of you this evening."

And so he waited, watched as panic set in once more, the realization that she was not being released.....that she was being strangled to death.......

Only after conciousness had left her, and the lithe, beautiful body before him sagged helplessly to the ground did she find freedom from its constraints. Travis took no pleasure in the sound of her immediate response, a choking gasp for air as her body instantly took the actions it needed to survive even as her mind fled from what it thought was certain death.....

Slowly....tenderly.....he scooped her up into his arms.....snow white hair spilling over his side where he gently cradled her head. As he looked, the bruises had already begun to form around her neck.......he hadn't wanted to be so rough.....

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More than one set of eyes watched as the comatose dark elf was securely fastened to the oaken X that so many of them had visited as well. The dark room filled with the sound of tearing cloth.....many of them looking on in jealousy at the fine features no human woman could ever hope to have.....

Bound and naked, he had generously covered her markings......a soft leather collar about her throat, marking her as the master's pet in a way that all here would understand.

His pet had been disobedient and disrespectful. But that was what he had expected......for a pet without training.

[misguided]

For a moment, his words to her didn't set in, other then that he had called her 'pet' yet again. But then it filtered through. He wasn't letting her go.. he wouldn't let her breath..

She struggled futilely as her lungs emptied completely of air. Her eyes wide with panic, she took one last, desperate attempt to breath in, before her body gave in, shut down. She was utterly terrified, expecting death now, and in that moment, she showed full emotion to him for the first time; tears showing on her dark cheeks, in her eyes. Her body slumped to the ground, she could feel the ground beneath her.

A small part of her brain registered that the pressure was gone. That she was able to draw in breaths, which she managed once. But before she could fully comprehend that, she lost conciousness.

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The first thing she became aware of was a slight pressure about her throat. At first, fear filled her again, the wire once again finding it's place in her thoughts. Then, slowly, the feel of the object about her neck filtered through too. It was softer.. it wasn't stopping her breathing. She wasn't dead.

She stirred faintly, a low groan escaping her lips. Tried to move her arms, then her legs. They didn't move. There was something holding them. Pressure around her slender wrists and ankles. And she was up against something. Standing.

Finally, with what felt like a struggle, her eyes opened. Her vision was slightly blurred for a moment, but she could see more then one figure within the darkened room. Weakly, she raised her head. Seeing an oaken beam.. her wrist connected to it.. and she knew it was the same on the other side.

A faint whimper escaped her lips as she lowered her eyes again.. and met his. She cringed back slightly closer against the oaken wood behind her. Mingled fury and.. fear in her dark eyes. She also became suddenly aware of the fact that she was naked. She was completely exposed to him.

[dryfter]

"Do you like it?"

Travis watched as the captive beauty struggled to wakefulness before him.....reality slowly creeping into her mind with each passing second. Bound, and naked, she was spread completely and humiliatingly before him, but not just him......

Servants gazed at her from the shadow of the room.....staring in awe and wonder at the exotic lovely brought before them.

"The collar. Its yours. One day soon, you will be proud of it. Never will you take it off, for it shows that you are mine, my beautiful elf...."

The young rogue stepped forward.....reaching with fingertips to trace an almost ticklish path down from the underside of one firm breast, down her side, to tease a path along the bottom of her ribcage.....

"Rebekka."

"Yes, master."

A familiar form. The brunette servant girl who had been so demanding of her when she had first been brought onto these grounds.

"What was that you were telling me, yesterday?"

The girl bowed respectfully before answering.

"That she had lovely skin, master.....so dark....and....and alluring. I was so happy you charged me with the task of bathing her."

A soft smile.

"Touch her."

Doe eyes widened slightly before narrowing with a mischievous smile and nod. Slowly she sidled forward to the bound elf.....feminine hands so much more gentle and pleasing in their touch......rounding the gentle swell of one hip.......sliding upward as if memorizing the very feel of the elf girl before her......

Full lips leaned forward, placing the tenderest of kiss on a trembling breast, a sudden gasp of air exploding from the servant girl as she was jerked backwards by her own hair.

"I didn't say to use your mouth, girl. Though you were good at avoiding touching her where I told you not to."

Rebekka fell to her knees, head bowed.....

"I'm sorry, Master.....forgive me. She is just so beautiful. I'm.....I'm jealous."

That simple confession brought an honest smile to his face. Turning, he dismissed them, watching each and every one of them as they filed slowly from the room.....some casting hateful.....others casting sympathetic looks in her direction. Yet still others showed the same jealousy as the girl who had erred.....

When the last one had left them, he returned his attentions onto her, that waifish smile never once wavering as he regarded her.

"Now you know. Here....in this place.....I can do anything to you. I can have others touch you.....I can have others see you exposed and without shame.....and...."

A lone finger reached forward to trace the gentle groove of her sex.....smiling at just the little bit of moisture imagined there......

"I can have my way with you. All this and more will you not only endure.....but you will come to love. I will show you a way of life you would never have come to understand hidden away in the depths of the ground, my little dark elf pet."

[misguided]

His question made her a little confused in her already dazed state. His clarification made her tremble a little. A collar.. So she becoming more and more like a pet for him, she thought with faint disgust.

He stepped close to her, and she raised her chin slightly in answer, still showing him defiance despite her situation. At his touch, she gave a soft gasp, her body tensing slightly under his hand. It moved slowly down her side, then over her ribcage, and the ticklish nature of that area made her body writh slightly against the wooden X behind her. She held his gaze until she heard him speak a name.

Her gaze moved towards the figure that moved forward, and there was a flicker of recognition, of dislike as she recognised the brunette that had treated her so roughly as she first arrived here. Hearing her admission about what she had thought about being given the task of bathing her only made Iilka more worried.

"Touch her."

A soft gasp of disbelief escaped Iilka's lips. Her eyes moved to him. Widened, trying to tell if he was just attempting to scare her because of her attempt to escape. Rebekkah sidled forward.. her hands finding the curves of her hips, slowly sliding upwards. She trembled, her body tensed.. confusion going through her..

The kiss to her soft breast made her give a shocked gasp, one that was mirrored a moment later as she was pulled back by her hair. Iilka shivered, watching the other girl as she dropped to her knees. His words, however, had caught her offguard. He had discussed this with her.. told her where she could touch?

"I'm sorry, Master.....forgive me. She is just so beautiful. I'm.....I'm jealous."

She saw the first smile she had seen from him. Heard him dismiss the watching servants. She met the hating looks sent away with some of her own, then lowered her eyes. Waited for them to leave. Knowing this was when the bad things would start.

His eyes were on her. Her gaze came up for a moment, met his. Once again that smile was on his lips.

"Now you know. Here....in this place.....I can do anything to you. I can have others touch you.....I can have others see you exposed and without shame.....and...."

His finger traced the curve of her sex. She bit her lip slightly to hold back any sound that threatened to emerge, desperate not to give him the satisfaction of a response. His smile, however, told her he had found the answer he sought from his exploration of her.

"I can have my way with you. All this and more will you not only endure.....but you will come to love. I will show you a way of life you would never have come to understand hidden away in the depths of the ground, my little dark elf pet."

Once again, she winced slightly at being referred to thus. His touch continued to move over her, and almost subconciously, her body was beginning to react. She jerked her thoughts away from his touch, speaking in a voice shaking with fury and.. something else, something she wasn't wholy sure she understood.

"You know nothing about what I would have come to understand. This is.. not right.. I did not ask to be brought here.. or to be taken away from my home!" Her tone was raising. Her fury from the past days was bubbling up. The words she had not uttered out of sheer disgust and stubbornness coming out of her mouth.. perhaps when it was most dangerous.

[dryfter]

"You know nothing about what I would have come to understand. This is.. not right.. I did not ask to be brought here.. or to be taken away from my home!"

The smile faded into a look of mocking curiousity as his finger left her, knowing her gaze followed the motion as he ran the moist digit over his lips, dampening them with her musky flavor.....

"What is not right? That you are bound here? Or perhaps that I let another woman touch you? Its not right that I desire to mold you into something so much more than you are now? A clumsy little elf girl so careless she couldn't tell a fat slaver was sneaking up on her to knock her over the head and steal her away into the night?"

That seemed to steal away some of the vocal bluster, but still Travis could see her shaking in her bonds.....fury and fear combining for a powerful effect.

"Ahh....my mistake.....you're certainly no girl though.....are you?"

Again his hands found their way to her breasts, though this time there was no clothing to seperate her from his touch. Hardly rough in any way....the flesh was malleable, kneaded gently and stimulated in his palms even as he ran a thumb across a swiftly stiffening nipple.....

"I always wondered if this part of you would be pink as well......instead, I find it even darker than the rest of you......how fascinating. You still show pink in all the other correct places......so I guess this just makes you more intriguing."

He gazed up....meeting her look of fury.

"Were you surprised I let Rebekkah touch you? She likes you, you know. In fact, if I were to allow it, you might learn quite a bit from her. You certainly didn't have an adverse reaction to her touch.......perhaps a naughty little pet like you was hoping it would last a bit longer than what it did....."

That thumb ran roughly across her nipple again......

"Or perhaps you prefer my touch.....should I train you to crave both I wonder?"

Leaning forward, the rouge dipped low.....lusty lips dragging gently across the flat of her midriff......dangerously close to her venus mound and the secret garden that lay beyond.....before pulling away to stand once more, smirking.

"Should I give you time to think about it......no.....no I think I should begin training you right now."

Stepping away, he regarded her from a distance, noting how the bindings held her tight in place.

"You should be honest with yourself, you know. The feelings you felt a minute or two ago......you may have fought them......but how long do you expect to fight something a dirty elf like you enjoys so much?"

[misguided]

His finger drew away from her, and her eyes seemed drawn to it as it moved to his lips, and he lightly dampened his lips with her moisture. His words, the slight mocking of the way she had come to be in this situation, made her eyes snap back to his face, a furious look once again there. But the fury was such that it robbed her temporarily of the power of speech.

"Ahh....my mistake.....you're certainly no girl though.....are you?"

His touch moved onto her breasts again. She could not resist, the same as the first time.. and this time, it was skin-on-skin. He kneaded the soft, petite mounds, and she felt her nipple begin to stiffen in response. That quickened when her thumb brushed over it, she gave a soft gasp in reaction.

His comment about her being 'pink in all the correct places' made her furious, but on top of that caused her complexion to darken in another blush. She glared furiously at him as he met her heated gaze.

"...perhaps a naughty little pet like you was hoping it would last a bit longer than what it did....."

She shook her head slightly, but felt unable to speak again. Her body gave a shudder in reaction to his touch, his words, and she arched her body slightly. The reaction was, once again, automatic, and inwardly she cursed at his skill. He knew what he was doing to make her body comply..

"Or perhaps you prefer my touch.....should I train you to crave both I wonder?"

His lips had moved to the flat of her stomach. Moved down over it. She gasped out, shuddered weakly, her hands clenching slightly in the restraints. Flickers of that same feeling, sensation she didn't wholly understand went through her slender body. Then his mouth was gone, and she found her body was arching slightly again. Wanting more. Frustration passed through her. What was he doing to her??

"You should be honest with yourself, you know. The feelings you felt a minute or two ago......you may have fought them......but how long do you expect to fight something a dirty elf like you enjoys so much?"

"I-it can be done."

Her words were gasped out. A second later, she realised she had confirmed that she had those feelings. That she was reacting just as he wanted her to, and that she was, therefore, mallable, suggestable and open to his touch. Frustration once more passed through her. She fought to get some control over her trembling body.

"You.. you have your little servants and girls that bend to your every whim. It's obvious." Her gaze flicked towards the door that had, so recently, closed behind the watchers "Human.. easier to control. And you don't need to do things that you need to hide to keep them in check."

She was referring to the marks she knew were on her neck. That he had used the collar to hide.

"I-I am still experienced in such things as these, I am not-" She broke off with a faint gasp. She had just revealed her naivety. While she was not chaste, her experiences had been.. rare. While he would, surely, have discovered it through exploration of her body, this was something that felt very wrong to admit.

[dryfter]

"It can be done? Perhaps. But not by one such as you."

Travis smiled as he let his touch drag across her slick groove once more.....this time, lifting his fingers to show her that which had only begun to wet them. How she arched! Trembled beneath his touch! He longed to set free the woman of desire she could be once her hatreds and selfish goals and purposes were stripped away and there was only him.....

"You.. you have your little servants and girls that bend to your every whim. It's obvious. Human.. easier to control. And you don't need to do things that you need to hide to keep them in check."

"Ahh....so you think you're special......that I've never done anything like this to any of them...."

"I-I am still experienced in such things as these, I am not-"

Her sudden gasp was so sweet, his smile spreading she realized she had said far more than what she had wanted to.

"A virgin?"

That delicate mouth slammed shut as easily as it had opened.....

"Moan for me."

The look on her face was priceless.....incredulity that he would ask such a thing of her, much less expect her to actually do it. Yet he didn't actually expect her to.....repeating his demand only after several long seconds of awkward silence.

"You're experienced, yes? I'm sure you know how to moan like a lusty whore who is getting it good.......or perhaps I should remind you?"

The finger still teasing the petals of her sex pushed forward....slipping gently yet unavoidably past the enterance to her slick tunnel.....eased deeply, yet with purpose.....

"You are special. But not in the way you think. Every one of my servants has been trained, just as you will be......every one of them. And every one of them has broken beneath my training. Yet you.....you might not break......but that does not mean you will be any less obedient."

Travis grinned as she fought it.....inadvertantly giving him a real good idea of just how tight her elven pussy really was as she clamped down on his invading finger, unable to stop its delving touch.

"But you....my dark mistress.....can be so much more. More powerful than any of them. In time, I will show you how you can achieve this......but first, you must want it......must want me. And that is how we will start our training. Moan for me, my little bitch in heat, there is nobody else here to hear you but your master......"

A free hand tugged firmly on what had become rock hard nubs of onyx black......his head dipping as she watched in horror as one such button disappeared completely into the bliss of his mouth......

It was only a matter of time.....no matter how hard she fought.