A debt paid... (closed)

[Scuttle Buttin']

Javier Rodriguez stood on the balcony outside of his large bedroom, his hands grasping the railing as he looked over the large amount of land that now belonged to him. His father, Carlos, had died only a few months before, and since his mother died when he was young, Javier inherited everything. The land, the money, the house... and the women. He looked back over his shoulder as one of the girls he now owned finished getting dressed, and left his room. A quit smile crept across his lips, and his gaze went back to the land stretched out before him.

He stood there for a short time, then turned and went back into the bedroom to finish dressing himself. Today he had to pay an unpleasant visit to someone who owed his father, and now him, a lot of money.

After he'd finished dressing, he started to leave the room, and only paused to glance at himself in the mirror. At 26, Javier was probably the richest person his age in all of Spain, and he knew it. Standing at 6'3," he worked out frequently, and his lightly bronzed skin was well toned, but not overly muscular. His hair was dark, his eyes a sharp green, and he dressed smartly, as you'd expect a wealthy man to do.

Decending the stairs, he nodded to the three large men that waited at the bottom, bodyguards, and they all exited together. The four men each climbed into the carriage that awaited them outside the front door, and they were soon on their way, all ready for whatever resistance the old man would put up.

 

[Paper Flowers]

(A bit of history...)
Aurelia's tale would begin long before she was even a thought. It began with the journey of her grandmother Mirela. An outcast in her own country, she fled Romania seeking acceptance where ever she could find it. Her journeys lead her to the south central part of Italy, near Napoli, where a young man with a kind heart and fanciful eye...swept her away. Guiseppe Matteo. His family owned one of the largest olive groves and grape orchards in Italy.

It was several years later, after Mirela had been thought barren, that Natala was born. Just like her mother, Natala carried with her a free spirit, and a desire to see the lands around her. Often she would disappear for days at a time wandering the countrysides. Endless was her search for her favorite place, and then... a man caught the reigns of her heart. Oro Callas, a Spainard sailor from Alicante. He wooed her with promises of seeing distant lands yet unseen, and that was all that it took for Natala to leave behind the olive groves.. and take to the sea.

For years they travelled, and it wasn't until Natala was heavy with their first child...that they,.. well he decided to settle on his family's farm. Three years after Aurelia was born, Natala left... lead by the wings on her heels.

The years rolled by slowly for Oro, his father died with his mother soon following, leaving him a farm with arces of land... and an impossible debt to pay. Where it not for the light Aurelia brought to him, he would had lost all hope years ago.
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(Present Day...)

Aurelia Callas had been up long before dawn. It was something of a habit that she'd begun long ago. As the sun would rise, painting the sky in a palette of golds and crimsons, she'd would race down to the main road to watch... hoping that she would see the silhouette of her mother tracing down the lane. It was a dream, a prayer, part of her still clung too, even now.

But as the sky faded into its normal blue hue, she'd followed her footsteps back to her villa. The house would be awake soon, and breakfast would not make itself. She didn't have long, and there wasn't much to give. A few loaves of bread, slices of cheese, and fresh grapes, but it was enough to get them through the day. These times were hard, and their crops were limited. A drought earlier in the season had claimed almost half their bounty, leaving them with little income.... and an even bigger debt. Many workers had left, and now only a few loyal ones remained to work the groves and orchards.

After finishing her small bit, Aurelia decided to join the others in the fields to offer what little help she could bring. As she was leaving , her ears perked at the sound of horses approaching,. Looking back over her shoulder she could see the faint sight of her father, standing out in front of their villa to meet them. Her curiousity peaked...

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The dust kicked up by their galloping horses still hung high in the air far behind them, announcing their approach long before they could be seen themselves. It was a short time later that they arrived at the villa, and Javier dismounted along with the men that rode with him, all four moving to stand before the older gentleman.

"I trust you have my money, Oro."

 

[Paper Flowers]

And as the men dismounted, Oro Callas, was there to meet them. His head bowed low as Javier approached. "Senor Rodriguez." He murmured softly, slowly raising his eyes to the quartet of men leering at him. Despite the wear of age and work, the years had been kind to him, Oro was still a handsome man. Holding his head high, he faced his debtor. "I... I do not, but it is not because we have not tried. The drought took half our crop. The workers have quit. It has been all we can do to manage." Oro rambled on until his eyes were down at his feet. "I am sorry, sir. But please, I just need a little more time. At least until the crops come in season." There was nothing else that he could offer, other than his apology.... and it seem fairly certain that this man did not wish to negociate with words.

---

Swift feet led her back towards the villa, and looking out from the kitchen window.... green eyes narrowed at the men. Aurelia had never seen any of them before, but she had an idea of what they were here for. Being careful to stay hidden, she continued to listen and watch. For the moment her thoughts were with her father, who did not seem to be handling the situation well at all.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Javier shook his head slightly when his assumption was confirmed, and glanced to one of the men behind him, who returned the look with a nod. His gaze shifted back to Oro, Javier shook his head again.

"Senior, that is not acceptable. My father gave you far more time than he should've, but he was far more kind than I am prepared to be. "

His eyes turned toward the field then, where what could best be described as a skeleton crew worked in the hot sun, and he nodded towards it, assuming the girl was out there.

"Call your daughter over to us, Senior."

 

[Paper Flowers]

Callas flinched at his words, but once more his gaze rose to meet the eyes of Javier. "Senior, I beg of you mercy... just a little more time, please." His words were sincere, but perhaps the next were fare too bold for his status. "Your was a good man and understanding. Is this how you wish to honor his memory?"

But when he spoke again, Oro's eyes grew wide. He could only speculate this man's intentions, and he would have none of it. Debt or no.debt. And instinctively, his head shook. "No."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Javier's eyes narrowed as Oro brought up his father, and he took a step closer to the older man, his eyes intense on Callas' face.

"Senior," he began through clenched teeth, "It would be wise of you not to bring up my father in such a manor again. I am honoring his memory by looking after his estate and collecting on his dates. You are shaming him by trying to use his name to protect yourself, and I will not stand for it."

He paused, his shoulders lowering a bit as he visibly relaxed, and when he spoke again his tone was more calm, but the edge still lurked inside it.

"Now, Senior, I will only tell you one more time. Bring your daughter to us, or I will send my men," he poked a thumb over his shoulder, at the silent, but large, men standing behind him, "after her. The choices is yours, Senior Callas."

 

[Paper Flowers]

Callas lowered his head, shaking it sadly. "That was not my intention, Senior. Forgive me." There was a moment of silence from him, as he listened. His gazed shifted between the group of men, but still he held his ground. "The choice is mine, and I cannot. She is not your property, not is the debt hers, as long as I live. Your dealing are with me, not my daughter."

----

Still listening, quietly hidden away inside the villa, Aurelia held her breath, scooting back away from the window. Focused on the conversation, she didn't look behind her. On slight bump was all it took, the water jar at the edge of the table fell, and shattered. Startled, Aurelia jumped away with a slight yelp of surprise. Loud enough, that they would have heard. ...

And as she stood, she found herself looking straight into the eyes of Javier.

---

The commotion in the house made Oro turn around, and looking over him shoulder... he saw who he least wanted to see standing there, only yards away from those that sought her. He shouldn't have had to tell her this...

"Run, girl... "
---

Shaking herself out of the shock, Aurelia blinked... and then made a quick dash heading for the back exit towards the groves.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Javier shook his head, and the three men with him all took off after the girl without a word from their master. They knew their job, and all were good at it.

The three split in different directions, planning to surround her and slowly trip her between them. Javier looked at Oro, and shook his head again.

"Bad move, Senior."

Turning away, he mounted his horse again and thundered off towards Aurelia, knowing there was no way she'd outrun him on horseback.

It wasn't even 30 second before he caught up to her, and he leaned over, reaching out to grab her with one arm while the other held the reins.

 

[Paper Flowers]

And when the three men darted off after his daughter, Oro could only stand, frozen in disbelief. The only words he uttered were the string of long profanities directed towards Javier.

During the few seconds chase, pursued by the men Aurelia did well. She was a wiley girl, who knew the terrain well. Unfortunately, she wasn't faster than a horse. As Javier reached down to grab her arm, Aurelia ducked away from him and kept running. Pointless, but she wouldn't go without a struggle. Damn him if he thought she would be easy.

 

[katalynn]

Liath awoke as she always has in the past 3 months, in Master Slangants bedroom. It took sometime before she was actually allowed to sleep in the bed next to him, but when she was, she was more than pleased. For the longest Slangant had made a bed for her to sleep on the floor, it was most uncomfortable, though it had to do with the many punishments she was put through.

As always he had gone on his morning run and she was, as always, chained to the beds head board. Cuffs on her delicate wrists and ankles, collared where the chain was leashed from her to the bed. There was a lock on both ends of the chain to prevent her from taking it off in any way possble.

Months she has been *training* into her new slavery life. Liath has always been a slave, mostly a working slave for farms and in the fields of Ireland. Since her parents split when she was young, leaving her with her hopeless father, her uncle took her under his care in Spain where she lived most of her life doing meaningless tasks.

Lord Sanglant had spotted her one day, her slender very tan form. Firery red hair is what caught his attention the most, and bought her from her greedy uncle that would give anything for something better in return.
Crystal eyes that for the longest time were defiant, till her Master had broken her, now they were only as innocent as he allowed them to be.
Sanglant was a good person (after the punishments were dealt with and as long as one obeyed his every wish.) Though, for some reason he never took her completly. Reasons she never understood no matter how much she begged him, she wanted to feel all of it. Every pleasure managable, but he would only say

"In time my sweet one... in time.."

Well, today was that time! While he was out, the servants came in once finding out Liath was awake and instantly started working on her. Even unlocked her chain and took her to the bathing the area of which she has never been to. The took her cuffs off so they wouldn't get wet, bathed her in the hot water which she fed off of. Washed her with great care, dried her off and oiled her with Freesia scent oils. Conditioned her hair with a light mulberry scent.

Finished her off by placing a ruby studded choker around her neck in place of the simple leather one that had the ring on it. Braided her hair in a perfect french braid with a ribbon twined with the braid.

All the while she was wondering what all the fuss was about, wondering if this was night that he Master Sanglant would make her his completly. They even changed Liaths' wrist cuffs and put on a more formal cuffing to match her collar. A very thin, sheer white satan gown was draped over her, still showing a sillouette of her slender body through the material. The soft touch of the gown made her nipples hard, poking through the sheer material.

~~~~~~~~~~

They had lead her down stairs where Slanglant was awaiting her with an almost sad look in his eyes.

"This is the day I have promised you, though, it will not be with me. All these past few months were for someone else. And today they will be coming to claim you."

"I know this man will not harm you, if he does, it will be no more than I have with the punishments. I pray that you will obey him as much as you have obey'ed me."

Liath said nothing, to stunned to even think that he would sell her on a whim like this. Felt sick to her stomache as she sunk down to her knees in the postion he had trained her to be in and awaited for her fate.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Javier gritted his teeth together as she ducked away from him, and turned his horse around to take another shot at her. As he was approaching her again, he looked up to see where his three men were, and grinned as they began closing in on her. If she planned to duck away from him, he'd just steer her towards them.

He was close enough to her again to take another shot at lifting her with his arm, when another thought occured to him. Urging his horse a bit closer to her, he reached out.... and grabbed a handful of her hair.

 

[Paper Flowers]

And when he grabbed her hair, there was a shriek of pain. It would be at that moment, he would know that he had her for certain.. It was when she felt the binding ropes being tied around her wrists that she knew she was his. And when she was laid across his saddle, only then did her tears begin to fall.

As Javier passed her father, it was all she could do to mouth the words... "I'm sorry."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Javier heard her words, quiet though they may be, but ignored them as he rode past Oro. Instead, he looked at the man, and spoke down to him as he continued past.

"Contact me when you have the money, Senior. Not a moment before. Then we'll talk. Until then, know that I will take good care of your young daughter."

He nodded to his men as they mounted their own horses, and then all turned back the way they had come, riding off with a cloud of dust behind them.

 

[MistressAthena]

Sole Provider

Catherine was a simple busty peasant girl. Her long brown hair was kept in a bun and she wore no jewelry or make up. This years of poverty and sadness left her in a perpetual frown. her Father had died 3 months beforehand from some unknown illness. Her dark green eyes still watered when she thought of him. He was also the sole provider for the family. So, when he died things got very bad.

Her Mother was unable to work due to her own illnesses. Catherine had just turned 18 and it was up to her to provide for her Mother and her two young brothers that were only 8 and 10. She had heard of Sir Javier Rodriguez needing live in maid and man servants. The job paid well but required a two year agreement.

Catherine did not want to get the hopes up of her family so she snuck away to apply for the job. It was another servant that interviewed her. Fortunately she was indeed hired. The servant told her, "You have two days to report back here. Say your goodbyes to your family because you may too busy to see them for quite awhile." Catherine did not like the sound of that but she had to provide for her quickly fading family.

When she told her family of the job and how much it paid monthly they were all very happy. The happiest she may have ever seen them. But, when she told of the live in situation her family became unhappy again. She convinced them that it was for the best. The next day she spent the entire day with her family.

And the day after that she set out to start her new employment. She arrived to the castle and knocked on a side door that was clearly for servants. The door opened and she introduced herself. She was led in and shown to the servants quarters. Many of the male servants seemed to pleasure in her beauty. For even though she was a mere peasant, she was a fair maiden to look upon. She was used to the looks. Te local Brothel owner was always hounding her to work for him.

Catherine was a Virigin and had no intentions of being a whore. She wanted to save herself for that perfect man that would come along and sweep her off her feet. But, from the poverished environment that did not seem likely to happen.

She was told that she would help clean in the kitchen and fetch water in the mornings. In the afternoons she was to make sure beds were made. In the evenings she would report to Sir Javier Rodriguez to make sure there was no further need of her duties.

After she had been shown around and her duties were fully explained she was told, "The Master is out at the moment. Your day will begin in the morning. Rest well, Catherine." Catherine was left in her tiny broom closet sized room and she laid back on the bed. She was soon asleep for the travel on foot was long and she was indeed exhausted.

 

[Paper Flowers]

And as they rode past, Aurelia would watch as her father fell to his knees, and listen as he screamed into the distance. As the tears stung her eyes, loud were the curses that flew forth from her mouth at Javier.

At one point during the ride back to his home, Aurelia looked over her shoulder into his eyes. When she'd made sure she had Javier's attentions... Aurelia spit on him. "Cabrón!" (mother fucker) She growled.

An idea suddenly forming, her eyes narrowed, and suddenly the right reign of the horse is snatched up with her left hand. Curling it around her fingers, she pulled it as hard as she could hoping to steer the animal to the right back away from the group....

Now if she could only reach far enough down, the saddle would be easily unbuckled... and the horse would leave him in the dirt.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

It was clear that Aurelia underestimated how good of a horseman Javier was, because it took only a moment for him to pull on the right side of the reigns and bring the horse to a stop.

Reaching out to her then, he grabbed her hair again and pulled back, arching her back. With his other hand, he smacked her ass solidly three times in rapid succession, then released her hair. Leaning close to her, he spoke in a fierce whisper.

"This is only your first punishment, girl. If you continue to act like this, it will get steadily worse until you figure out how you should behave."

 

[Paper Flowers]

But this time she was ready for whatever was to come, infact she almost expected it. So when fingers traced through her hair, jerking back her head, she rolled with it, arching herself back far enough that his grip was actually loose. His solid blows to her supple skin didn't even bring a flinch. Her position brought her eyes once to look at his own. At the moment her hair was down over her face, but he would still be able to see the burning fires of despicableness that lay in her eyes for him.

When he leaned close, it only shortened the distance when she spit again, right in his face. "Pendejo!" Aurelia laughed, despite her disposition. "Who are you to tell me how to behave? You are not my father, and it is not I that needs the lesson in behavior. I'm not the one kidnapping."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Grabbing her hair again, Javier wiped the spittle from his face, then yanked her backwards, tossing her down off his horse. He kept a grip on her hair, however, and nodded to one of his men, who dismounted. Grabbing her bound wrists, he took a length of rope from his saddle, and bound the two together, so that the rope extended from her wrists. He mounted his horse again, and Javier started off. Tugging her behind his horse, the other started off behind Javier, and the rest fell in line behind, all there to make sure she didn't try a foolish escape.

At least this freed up his saddle for the other stop they had to make on the way back.

 

[Paper Flowers]

The force of his fingers in her hair was enough to make her visably flinch this time. Gritting her teeth, she bit back a tiny cry. She would not be giving him the satisfaction of her pain. But she did walk at his side, rather than let herself be drug behind the horse. And for the moment , as she walked she began contemplating in her mind. Of the many ways she could kill him... or at least watch him die a horrible painful death.

It was thoughts such as these that brought a tiny smile to her lips, and flicker of flame to her eyes. She would strike when he least expected it. Tossing back her hair, green eyes stared at the other companions that followed him. Looking over her shoulder, she stared hard at them, her lips curling into a sneer.

Their time would come as well.

 

[katalynn]

Liath

Sanglant had wished for Liath to take a small walk with him in the gardens so they could talk. Course, his words were crushing her more and more,

"Why must I go... I don't wish to go... I-I was... have grown to this place... To you... Why is this happening?"

Fighting her tears, forcing herself to keep steady even though all she wanted to was run away. Even the sunlight through the sheer gown, showing everything off didn't phase her in these moments. Her elgant walk had become a bit shaken with conflicting emotions.

"You were never mine Liath. I had seen you.. I had bought you from your horrid uncle.. But you were never mine to keep....."

"It was a done deal the moment he found out about you... It was something I could not turn down... Even with one as lovly as you... I do not wish to let you go.."

Sanglants words were to calm and collective for her, Liath was scared shitless and here he was calm as some lazy cat.

"Then don't let me go....."

Before he could speak she took off running back into the house, just to get away from him. Didn't go far, nor did she hide like she wanted to. The punishments were always to much for her, she thrived the pain, but everytime she hid the punishment came out far more than she could handle.

Instead she ran to the waiting room and knelt down by the fire, watching it and waiting. After a few moments she felt him standing at her side caressing her face and hair.

"I am sorry it came down to this... And I am more than sorry I never told you. Alas, it is something that I can not change."

"Please... speak to me Liath.."

She held her tongue, he was no longer her Master. In this very moment she was free, though there was still nothing she could do. If she ran, where would she go? Running into town dressed like this? That would be more trouble that she was willing to with, there were many guys in the streets that would love to get their hands on her. No, despite what was happening, or was about to happen, she was indeed safer here. Till her Master came, then she had no idea how safe she would be.

"I have no choice.. Therefore I have nothing more to say.. I am sorry Master..."

with that a tear finally caressed her cheek, wanting to pull away from Sanglant for her anger rose an quickly turned into hate once more. Inside she was forcing it, struggling to keep still and face this turn of events rather than be punished for trying to make another hopeless run away attempt.

 

[MistressAthena]

Catherine awoke the next morning and carried out all her duties. She felt so alone in the big mansion. All of the other servants knew each other well and did not seem very inviting to her. They treated her lower than themselves. One of the younger female servants finally confided in her when they were alone. She said, "Catherine, they all see your beauty and know what the lord of this mannor will use you for. You will get special treatment and you will be too busy to complete all of your tasks. In fact, I think you may have been hired for the sole purpose of pleasing him. The head servant gets rewards from him sometimes if she gives him "gifts" like you."

Catherine was in shock, "Certainly you are mistaken. I came here for a legitamite job." The other servant replied, "So did I. But, that changed the moment he laid eyes on me. I was forced to please him almost every night until he tired of me. When he tired of me, the other servants accpeted me. Looks like it will be the same way for you." Other servants were about and she quickly broke away from Catherine before any of the other servants would see them talking.

Catherind found what the girl was saying hard to believe. She was a virgin and would not be giving her sex to a perverted power hungry man. She went about her chores and at the end of the day tried to report to the lord of the manor. The butler saw her standing around in the den and told her that the "Master" was still away. With that, she ate dinner and bathed in the community baths in the servants quarters. Their was two such baths. One for the males and one for the females. She entered the one for the females and was relieved to see no one else there.

Catherine undressed and slipped into the pool of water. She bathed herself and got out. She quickly dressed herself and made her way to her room. She closed the door behind herself and got undressed. She slid on the simple nightgown that was laying on her bed. She then slipped into the bed and was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The trip back was not that long, nor was it a straight one. There were two reasons for this. First, the other stop they had to make assured Javier that Auriela would not be able to run back to her house... not that he wouldn't go back and get her if she did. The second was that he had another girl to pick up.

As they rode up to the second house, Javier motioned to his men, and they all stopped out front and dismounted. Only Javier went to the house this time, however, for he expected little fight from this girl. From what he'd been told, she was far better trained than the one trailing off the rope outside.

As Javier approached Sanglant, the two men shook hands.

"Is she inside?"

"Yes, senior," he replied, "Come, I will take you to her."

Javier followed the man inside, and was led to where Liath was. He stood in the doorway to the room, looking at her in the sheer gown, and he shook his head slightly.

"Bontio. She is even more beautiful than you said she was."

He spoke to her, then, "Tell me your name, por favor."

 

[katalynn]

Sanglant walked away from her with her last few words, hiding his own feelings till all was done. Waited outside to greet Javier giving her some *peace* alone for the time being.

Liath heard man's voice, one she has never heard before and froze. Mind was telling her legs to get and run, just run. But her body never moved, it was as if her body knew she had no where else to hide. Being here for so long, they all knew her hiding places. Perhaps in her new home she'll hide, possibly escape to....... Somewhere?!?!

Felt them both behind her, felt their eyes burning deep inside into her soul. This just made her shake her head and let the tears break free. Held her tongue for a few moments longer, not wishing to give her name, though it did shock her that he would ask such a thing. Compelling need to answer him took over, fear rising deeply at what would happen if she didn't.

"Liath... M--Master."

Spoke her name clearly, ended up whispering the word Master, not wishing to call no other master as she lowered her head trying to hide her fear and anger.

 

[Paper Flowers]

It was in silence, and almost a submissiveness that Aurelia walked beside Javier.

Almost... had any of them been able to pry into her mind, and see her thoughts... She surely would have been bound by her hands and feet and drug behind the horse.

As they approached a new house, a slender brow raised in question. However her answer became increasingly clear, as she was left with his guards and he stepped inside. This was not his home, this was another home... that he intended to steal from. Possessions and money were one thing to take, they could be replaced. But people? Specifically daughters, were another. People were not so easily replaced.

Her blood was boiling now, and it was openly that she did begin to struggle in her bonds. Twisting her hands back and forth, this way and that... hoping to find and cease that right angle of weakness in the ropes.