An Elves Slave ( Closed for showdolly )

[TirithIre]

OOC:

Name: Ardiaon Helyanwë
Race: Elven
Profession: Elven Mystic
Age: 700, Looks to be 24.
Appearance: Standing a good five feet seven inches tall, Luinir actually appears to be closer to six feet, because of the thin yet powerful look to him. Like most elves, he has a very smooth kind and handsome look to him, crystal clear blue eyes that shine in the sunlight, and long silver hair that he usually let's hang loosely, unless he is casting spells.

Character: A harder man, he is fair yet kind, having been alive for quite some time now he sees the ebb and flow of all magic in the world. He is very kind to any slave that he owns, the world of humans having their outcasts, the elves accept them, use them for their own pleasures.

IC:

Humans despised them. Humans whom had melded with cats by magic, thinking they would become more powerful... had given race to a people of slaves. Humans stoned them if they found them, cat people were despised, hated and hunted... until they were in the elven cities. Gleaming pure towers and walls of stone, the elves protected any cat person whom came into their city, enslaving them as well though to serve their needs. Each elf was given one of these people, though one could buy more of course, and to be perfectly honest, it got boring to keep the same slave for their entire lifetime, not to mention the cat women died much faster then an elf ever would.

Ardiaon walked calmly through the streets that day, heading for the central square. These 'auctions' didn't happen very often comparing to human years... though when they did it was a rather magical thing. Elves being what they were, were rather picky about just what kind of slave they took to their homes, and obviously, to their beds... and Ardiaon was even moreso. His last slave had just died, actually somewhat good timing though he was sad about losing such a good slave... he was hoping to find another that would be her equal. The sun was shining, it a beautiful day indeed, as he walked to the square, all slaves were kept in cages on display until the time came... giving the elves a chance to take a look at them before they bid on what they wanted.

 

[showdolly]

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Delia had come here of her own will several years ago. As a 12 year old, she'd fled the settlement she'd always known as home when the humans were discovered to be advancing on it. She'd become separated from her family, and didn't know what had become of them. She did what she'd always been told to do if she became lost or separated from them, and went straight to the elven cities. She wasn't quite sure how she'd known the way, but she had.

Upon arrival, she was kept in what seemed to be a halfway house, of sorts, until she was finally of age to be enslaved. It just so happened that there was an auction coming up within a few weeks of her 18th birthday, so she was held for a short time until such an auction.
Always the light-hearted and happy girl before, losing everything and living with so many others like herself - only strangers - and in this odd place left her down trodden and shy, quiet. She worried about her past, worried about her future, and had no care for the present. Delia could only hope that whoever took an interest in her and purchased her at auction would be kind-hearted. Always loyal, Delia would certainly obey anyone willing to take her in - it was better than being assassinated by the humans for certain - but a kind master would benefit greatly from the gentle-hearted girl.

She waited in her cage, napping for now, and not wanting to encourage nor discourage any patrons interested in her help. The house had trained her well, and she could physically handle anything brought her way. That much would be obvious by her toned and fit body, and she lay on her back to absorp the sun.

 

[TirithIre]

Ardiaon walked through the central square, light soft steps... not even a cat woman ever heard him walking about, he had that light a step, as if he weren't actually walking on the ground at all. He smiled to himself though as he looked to the different stalls, there were many different kinds of slaves available... and then he came to her. She could feel eyes upon her, even as he did look her over, in the light blue sash that had been provided for her... she was definatly beautiful. She had been well taken care of here... humans dared not enter the elven cities, and those whom did dare, were killed much more quickly to set examples. The elves were not cruel, they just valued their privacy.

Though she had a full stomach, and her body glistened from the lotion she had been given so her skin wouldn't burn... she heard a voice come through her daydream. " Girl, what is your name?" The voice was very masculine, handsome in it's tone... and when she would look up, she would see him.

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OOC: found it! heh

 

[showdolly]

It was a beautiful dream, really it was. She'd found her sisters again, and they frolicked and played in the flowery meadows, free from fear of the humans... free to do as they wished, without the watchful eye of the house....
He appeared to her as a blue ghost-like figure. The place where his head should be shone like the brightened moon, and there was not much form to him. He appeared in the distance, but was life-sized and she could see him as plainly as his non-form would allow. He was silent for a time, before his voice soothed her with its softness and masculine power.

" Girl, what is your name?"

It was then that she awoke, only a little confused and startled to see the elven mystic looking at her through the cage bars. She blinked a bit, and stretched. She rose and arched her back and extended her legs before sitting again, her legs crossed and face resting on her hands as she looked directly to her prospective buyer.
"I'm Delia," she said simply. She sighed, but continued nonetheless. "I turned of age only 15 days ago, you see. I've no experience here, except what they taught me in the house, but I expect that I could do well for you. They train well there." She yawned and stretched again, this time standing in the pose she'd been taught so that he could fully look over her body. "Kindly, sir, if you'll share with me what sorts of duties you'll require, I can lend knowledge of my experience and training. I am a strong one, they say."

 

[TirithIre]

He looked to her and smiled ever so faintly... allowing her the time to stretch and get up as she wished... yet he seemed bored by the usual lines that he heard. " Dalia. A good name, I like it. Come here Dalia, I will not hurt you." He remarked to her, even as he looked only to her eyes. His peripheral vision could pick up her body nicely, but he didn't have to actually look her over as she had felt the others doing, to know she was beautiful.

When she complied with his wishes, he smiled slightly, she saw a handsome face, to match the voice she had heard drift into her dream... though he simply asked... as if such a question were normal and not out of place at all. " What is your favorite thing to do Dalia?" He seeming curious, and was asking her questions she had not been told the proper answers to, so she would have to answer him truthfully, from her, not from her training. He knew very well that the training was perfect, so he wanted to know the woman, along with the slave catgirl.

 

[showdolly]

Curiouser and curiouser!

She'd not been told he'd ask that!! Delia wasn't quite sure what to say! It had been so long since she'd been allowed to do just whatever she wanted, that she'd just about forgotten what it was. She stammered a bit, her eyes slitted as she became a bit suspicious of a buyer who'd not ask the questions she was trained to answer. He obviously knew what he was after, but it worried her to be out of the semblance of order....

"Um," Delia cleared her throat. "I like to climb trees and sit, observe the beautiful greenery, I guess." She thought a bit. "And read! I love to read. I haven't read in so long...." Her mind drifted away, and her voice lowered. A pesky insect landed on her nose, and only then was she brought back to her reality. She apologized for drifting into her own thoughts.
"I am sorry. It has been long since anyone has asked what I should like. I thank you." She attempted a smile, something else she wasn't used to doing any more. "I know it is odd, as I am feli, but I enjoy baths. Not submerging, really, but a tiny bit of water and a nice, soft cloth...." This time, she purposefully caught herself from drifting off into a daydream. "And I suppose I enjoy day dreaming as well." Her face colored a bit, and a sincere smile crept upon her face. She found herself amusing just then, but she'd been instructed not to entertain....

 

[TirithIre]

He regarded her carefully... she could see his crystal clear blue eyes seeming to be looking right into her soul, before he nodded and smiled ever so faintly. " I do hope you do not daydream when you are working... that can be rather dangerous." He remarked to her, even as he smiled and looking to her, simply nodded, it seeming that he was pleased with her answer.

" If I were to ask you, which you prefer, which would you choose. A day full of learning, or a day of freedom to do as you wished?" He not asking her one question that they had prepared her for, even as he added. " You are a beautiful cat girl, have you ever been with a man?" He asking her a few questions, they had time, the auction never started until sunset, they liked to give the elves plenty of time to look around, and yet he wasn't looking around, he was looking right at her.

 

[showdolly]

The first question was completely overshadowed in her ears by the second. Delia blinked, and blushed a bit. She sunk her head, feeling a bit of shame at her answer.

"No, sir. I have not been with a man. I have seen and been told of the things to do, but as of yet I've no experience in that manner." Her face burned red hot as she spoke of what she thought as unspeakable. She had known that her slaven duties would most likely include such things, but at her tender age she'd not had time to become prepared at the house like so many were. After her birthday, time was so close to the auction that the elven staff was simply too busy and understaffed to so break her in concerning those matters. She'd been grateful at the time that she'd not have to endure the thing, yet she knew....
Delia's view on the matter stemmed from the rumors and horror stories she'd been told - of humans raping catgirls, of a girl's first time.... She didn't understand yet that what she'd heard, all she'd heard, wasn't the only side of such activities. She sunk her head and waited for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that he'd asked another question.

She immediately straightened herself and resumed her practiced posed. "And as for your other question... to learn all day, or to be free and do what I wanted...." The pretty feli tilted her head and thought for just a moment. "I should like to do what a wanted, be free. The things I like to do would result in my learning, would they not?"
The house had specifically instructed the girls NOT to ask questions, other than those related to their duties with each prospective buyer. Delia didn't think of it really as a question though, as she was simply trying to answer his question in the manner which befit her best. And, as she enjoyed reading and observing nature, she simply concluded that she'd really be doing both if she picked the latter.

 

[TirithIre]

He chuckled, though he had been studying her face for a long time as she went through the different emotions... he actually sliding a hand through, she felt his hand brush her breast through the flimsy blue silk that covered them. " Not all rumors are true, especially when it pertains to elves Dalia. Being with a man can be a very emotionally good thing, as well, it can feel good to the woman." He remarked, and he had that look to him, that she should trust his words. Though he smiled ever so faintly when she asked a question... he knew what the people at the slaveing houses would have told her, and was interested to see she was not listening to them. Even as he nodded to her, he simply replied.

" No, not always. To dedicate oneself to learning, is a rigorous task, wheras doing whatever one wishes, is acting upon impulse." He replied even as he looked to her and smiling a bit to himself... he looked to her, his hand gently touching her breast, as he looked to her, knowing cat girls liked to be stroked, and after all... he was no human, whomever said he was going to rape her? she felt the soft fingers upon the silk, even as he looked around and gently rubbed... looking to her as he remarked calmly.

" I require a slave whom can devote herself fully to myself. I work long days, so I also need an assistant, yet at the same time, I am kind. You will find that living with me can be easy, and also difficult. Would you like to see this city and all the beauty of nature? this city is a sanctuary for elves, as well as cat people." He looking to her, his fingers touching her, a man, touching a woman.

 

[showdolly]

Delia took in what he was saying... about all of it. She calmly watched his hand as he stroked her. At first she was tense, but after a few moments she relaxed, enjoying his caresses. It had been so long since she'd been stroked gently like that!! The elves in the house weren't cruel either, though from stories she knew that some could be, these were simply busy... doing their jobs. She'd been a number, an object, a possession - not a girl, or even a pet except when they took aim to train her.

After a moment, she spoke. "Then I should think my impulse is to learn." She nodded confidently. Being a feli, Delia was naturally curious - she followed bugs just to see how they walked, if they could fly, where they lived. She would be entertained for hours with a single branch from a tree, studying in detail the way the veins of the leaves sprouted around, counting the numbers of leaves in a cluster.... Yes, sometimes she would run about and be silly, but often was distracted with such plants or creatures that she stopped the silliness.
She wasn't trying to be disrespectful with her answer, or to argue with the man. That was just the way she saw things. maybe she didn't really know how to play, or maybe she just knew really well how to learn. Either way, they almost equated themselves in her mind, and that is how she answered him.

She continued watching him stroke her, and soon turned towards him so that he could reach her better. She was almost tempted to turn her back on him - his hand felt so nice on her, the kitten would love to have it on her neck, down her back, stroking her tail.... But that was a definate no-no according to the house.

 

[TirithIre]

He smiled slightly at her answer... to him... it was not really an answer at all. To him, playing, and learning were two things. After all, one could study a bug, watch the way the grasshopper would coil it's legs beneath itself before jumping, study how the great tigers would stalk through the grass, searching and looking for what they stalked... the world was an amazing thing indeed, to learn about, to study. Though he smiled slightly, he nodded as he remarked.

" Very well, that is an interesting answer." He replied easily, even as he nodded to himself, looking to her as his hand gently drew down over her belly, stroking with soft knowledgable fingers. She could tell that he had had a cat woman as a slave before... he knew just how to touch, how to stroke her in order to send shivers through her! though he smiled slightly, even as he looked to her.

" Tell me why I should buy you, why you, when there are others Dalia." he curious, even as he kept stroking her, touching her, it seeming he was the only one really interested in buying her, to others... they were actually thinking she was too young, but he... thought she was impressionable, that he could mold her into the slave he wanted!

 

[showdolly]

Now, that was a question she knew how to answer. The house had drilled into her a prepared answer. They'd done exercises where the catgirls told one another of their best qualities. They gave tests to see where each had strengths and weaknesses. They even had little catgirl beauty pageants. Delia could already tell, had surmised by now, that this sir wanted honesty, and not her prepared answer.
She told him what she KNEW to be her best qualities. She didn't even bother with her strengths and weaknesses as serving went, for the most part. This one obviously knew what he wanted, and if he'd wanted a logger he'd have gone for a much more burly speciman. No, he was watching her body... touching her in ways she hadn't thought she'd be touched.

"Sir, yes of course sir. You know that I am young, sir. I will be with you for a long time. Of course my life is much shorter than yours, and I will not outlast you, but I will outlast any of these others here." She made a motion to all of the other girls in cages surrounding them. "I am honest. You can see that clearly already. I am loyal. You are kind, it is obvious by the way you speak to me, by the way you touch me..." she pressed herself into his hand a bit more. MY! It DID feel good! Maybe he was right about the other as well.... "And if you remain kind to me, I should never have reason to disobey you. My loyalty shall be to you and you alone, and I shall be yours all the days of my life."
With this, she backed away from his hand, and made her face level to his. Coming as near to him as she could, she whispered while looking not into his eyes, but directly at his face. "And you think I am beautiful. I should like for you to see the rest of me as well, if you wish." She was no ignoramus - she'd known the time would come when she'd have to bare her body and more. His simple touches and his kind words did so much to convince her... Delia found herself trusting him hundreds of times more than she ever expected to trust ANY elf. And this one she'd only met a few moments ago... and didn't even know his name yet.

 

[TirithIre]

Were names important? really... when it came down to it, were names important? He actually listened to her, as she spoke, she knew to speak from her heart... as she had mentioned, if he had wanted a working slave, he would have picked someone more burly. In essence... he wanted a companion, an assistant to help him in his studies, and a companion to have at night. Though he was a bit surprised at her candor... most slaves never dared to look into their prospective masters eyes... she had learnt that lesson well in the house, learning how to serve, anytime her head had risen, her ass had been smacked to remind her of her place. And though that was not that harsh, it was still a lesson most cat women took to heart. Yet here she was, looking into his eyes... and he smiled slightly when she wispered that, looking to her as he let her move close... he smiled.

" Perhaps. You DO have a beautiful body, your claws are nubbed, your ears are soft, your body lush, yes, I think you will do very well. You will live longer then you would have in the normal world, I do believe you can live eighty years here Dalia... I will see you at the auction then, and you will become mine." He wispered into her ear, even as she felt his hand on her breast squeeze, his other, unbeknowest to her, prssed against her silken covered pussy, before he stepped away, and picking up his staff, nodded to her, before he walked away, leaving the young cat girl to her rampant hormones and thoughts!

 

[showdolly]

She watched him until she could no longer see him, the crowds engulfing him with their sheer mass. Delia layed back, sighing loudly. Catching the wicked glimpse from the girl in the cage next to hers, she turned onto her side with her back facing the grump.

Maybe... maybe she should get some sort of experience before leaving to live with this man, she thought. Her hand lazily slipped inside of the triangle covering her breast, and she began to fondle her nipple as she thought. He was certainly handsome, with just enough authority to make her melt. She could tell that he'd never harm her, as long as she was loyal to him - and she'd be loyal as long as he didn't harm her, so it worked well.
Soon she found that her tail had snaked its way between her legs and was rubbing her wetting sex. It felt quite nice, but as it was approaching time for the auction Delia knew that she must stop before she became too aroused. A wet place on her cloth or on her tail would not befit her beauty, and she did not want to shame her new master-to-be by not appearing as beautiful on block as she had in the lines.

With one final tweak to each of her nipples, she mewed softly and curled up for a nap. It never crossed her mind that there was the possibility that her promised would go back on his word and NOT purchase her - he was too obviously truthful and loyal to his promises, and she had no need to be anxious for him. She wrapped herself in her own arms and began purring as she nodded off to sleep. Soon enough, she'd be awakened for a last refresher beautification before they took her to the auction block. May as well be rested up so that she could begin her duties to her new owner as soon as the auction was finished.

 

[TirithIre]

He had no intention of not buying her... he had seen the others pass her up as too young, indeed as he dissapeared into the masses of the elves he was met by his friend whom questioned his desire for such a young slave... yet he had explained it calmly, explaining about the longevity, and how his last had been as young as she when he had bought her. With a smile, he went to the auction block and simply waited, knowing she would be in the middle of the auction, as that was where she was in the caged line.

She could hear others being taken from the cages one at a time, the sun warming the cage and making it nice and warm... before it was her turn. She was taken up onto the stage, and there she saw him again. Standing among the others, he stood out simply because he seemed wiser then others that stood around him. He nodded to her, even as the auctioneer began rambling about her age, lack of training, but her obvious beauty. He smiled to himself, even as he held up his hand and bid on her immediatly, not a high number, he just testing the 'waters' to see if anyone else was going to make a fight for her... he hoped not... he wanted her for his own!

 

[showdolly]

Her slight stage anxiety calmed a little when she saw him, but rose again as the bidding started. His bid was low compared to what she'd heard other girls going for already, and her nerves began to get the best of her. Her skin reddened a little, and right about then the stage master nodded to her. She was to do her little show-off performance.

Delia took a few steps, to be out on center stage. As the auctioneer talked, she held her arms up and twirled around. She stretched her arms above her, showing her toned mid section. She crouched forward in a pouncing stance, first looking at the audience and then turned, to show her rear and tail to them.
She stood again, dancing and twirling in the center of the auction. The stage master nodded to her again, and her face reddened. She looked up and saw his face - the face of the man promised to be her master, whose name she did not know - and once again she relaxed. Never taking her eyes from him, she continued her dance as it turned more to a sexual display.... They were not to strip on stage, but they'd been given instructions on how to best move their bodies to entice the men... and she did so. In her mind, the dance was for him, and him only - her Master.

 

[TirithIre]

He watched her... even though she was young her display was tempting to other younger elves... and so as she kept going he rose the bid calmly, he'd pay anything for her, and his eyes spoke that. He almost wished she would strip for him right there on the stage, but knew better then to expect that. The bids got rather high, but he didn't care, she heard his calm voice bidding on her, even as every time she saw him he was looking at her, watching her fine body... oh he was going to enjoy her! he actually moved forewards, the others moving out of his way, until he was right in front of her, giving her something to focus on.

 

[showdolly]

Finally, the stage master whipped his hand in front of her. She bowed, curtsied of sorts, and backed up some, still once more. As she did, the biddings slowed, and she blushed to hear how high they'd become. Apparently, her dance did well for her. She smiled as her Master increased his bid by enough that no one seemed to want to challenge it.

The auctioneer banged his gavel on the stand, and she was escorted off stage. SHe'd be put back into her cage and tagged with her master's number to await his arrival in the cages. Delia could hardly contain her glee at how the auction had gone! She'd known he'd be there, knew he'd win her. She'd not expected to have gone for so much though, and was already very grateful to him for having had to spend so much to make her his.... And his she soon would be.

 

[TirithIre]

He was willing for her... what else did the elven mystic have to spend money on? his essentials were taken care of... his place in the city very secure, and he had alot of money. She was put back into her cage easily, even as she saw him going up to the slavemaster... he easily arranging the payment... as he nodded to her with a slight smile... he was glad he had chosen her, he knew she would do well!

The elf in charge of the cages nodded to him, having him actually fill out some papers for her... he signing as her master... the elf offering him a collar though he chuckled slightly and held up a beautiful one of his own, it was nicer then the strip of leather around her neck, a deep purple with golden elven inlaid runes, marking her as his... even as he was led to her... he eyed her with a kind smile... though stood straight, he always having good posture!

 

[showdolly]

She could see him coming, and felt her delight bubble inside her. She wanted to run to him - to run as fast as she could, and leap up into his arms and kiss and kiss and kiss him. Yet, she knew that at this moment, that would be inappropriate. So immature. Yet, wasn't she?
Delia waited properly next to the cage master. (Oh, she'd almost forgotten he had a leash on her anyway.) As her new master approached, her excitability was obvious. She noticed the very, very nice collar in his hands, and became anxious to feel its softness around her neck in place of this... this... piece of dead animal she had on now.

Like a good little cat girl, she waited perfectly still - well, almost perfectly - until the formalities between her new master and the cage master were complete. The cage master handed the leash to him, and she looked at him with expectant eyes.

 

[TirithIre]

He looked to her and smiled slightly, even as he finished with the business at hand... he looked to the collar first and chuckled faintly though rolled his eyes. " What a horrible collar... though it does it's job... it is nothing like this one." He remarked as he held up the new collar... the soft leather seeming so utterly divine... as he simply added. " Feel it, is it to your liking? after all your the one whom will need to wear it." He not letting her jump on him just yet, that could wait until they were out of the public eye.

 

[showdolly]

Tentatively, still not quite comfortable in his presence but feeling the want, the need, to be so, Delia reached up and felt the leather. She could only nod, silently, as the smile on her face widened. He removed the old collar and replaced it with the new, and she remained silent all the while.

She wasn't certain what the day, or the rest of her life, held in store for her - for them, but she was certainly glad it would be with him. "What shall I call you, Master? I still do not know your name." Delia whispered the last part, not wanting to disrespect him if he simply wished her to never know his name, but, still, she felt that she couldn't quite break down the rest of her own walls without at least knowing the name of the man she'd be with for the rest of her life....

 

[TirithIre]

He chuckled faintly, even as he looked to her though nodded to himself, regarding her easily. " My name is Ardiaon. I am this cities elven mystic, and you, my dear, are mine now." He replied as he grinned slightly, and added. " You may use my name in private, in the face of others, you may call me master." He replied easily, even as he clipped the leash onto the collar, it felt so nice against her neck, and it wasn't too thick, it fit her perfectly! Even as he circled around her, she could feel his eyes on his newest purchase.

 

[showdolly]

Her smile diminished, but only slightly, and not out of disappointment or mood, but simply out of respect for his wishes and readiness to follow where he'd lead her. She nodded, and vocalized her response as well. "Yes, Master, of course."
Delia felt his eyes on her, and relaxed her body, backing up only a half step to allow his best view of her. She already knew that he thought her beautiful, and though she knew very little of what to expect, she was ready and willing to let him have his way with her body when and where he saw fitting. Letting his eyes gaze upon her, and moving her arms or body here or there now and then to give him a slightly different angle to ogle, she was quiet for quite a time before speaking finally.

"Are we free to go, Master? What shall be my first task?"

 

[TirithIre]

He chuckled, he had quite enjoyed looking her over, having taken a few moments to do so before he heard her question. " Already bored hmm? well that is fine, your first task is to follow me to my home, because now it will be yours as well." He replied even as he took up her leash and leading her off... walked as he explained a few things to her that she hadn't known... like how his home was on the eastern shore, and that he was going to be giving her time sometimes to explore and have fun.

As he led her, she saw the soft green pastures leading to a very nice looking house on the cliff, it obviously his home, she could imagine already sunbathing there... and the nice thing, there were no houses near his, so privacy was no worry.

OOC: Be back in an hour m'lady.