Lillia and the Master (CLOSED)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

This story is CLOSED for Lucifers Tongue and AmbrosiaCaress.. Enjoy...

This first post was written by both Lucifers Tongue and AmbrosiaCaress
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Ka Fehr watched his men lead the young girl away, her body moving gracefully beneath the heavy robe, her long, midnight black hair swaying slightly as she walked. He was pleased with his decision. Her name was Lillia, the Slaver informed him. The Slaver showed him the rest of his slaves but no one else caught the stern elf's eye. He had known the moment he had seen her, the moment he had looked into that dark gaze of hers. She was the one. After paying for Lillia, he moved quickly away from the throngs of people that lined the courtyard. Being in such crowds had never been comfortable for him.

Ka Fehr's carriage was waiting for him down the street. After stopping to make two purchases, he instructed the driver to take him back to the estate. The girl had already been sent ahead with his men.

It was late afternoon by the time the carriage pulled into the large courtyard in front of the main house. Ka Fehr was met there by a servant to whom he gave his newly purchased items. He didn't go into the main house, choosing instead to walk south, directly toward the quarters that now housed his new slave. He didn't enter the house, but moved instead to the window. It was there, in silence, that he observed her, sitting quietly in the center of the room, her body still wrapped in the robe she'd been given. The chain that was fastened to her collar hung loose down her back to the hook that was set in the stone floor. As he watched, Ka Fehr noticed that Lillia's body was no longer trembling. She had been there only a few minutes. And it took her that long to finally dare push back the hood of the robe that still lay claim to her body, and lift her head, as well as her eyes, to glance around the room, her gaze slowly taking in her surroundings.... and slowly coming to grips with the realization that this was her new home. Lillia took a deep breath. It was not so bad, the room. Mostly bare, it did have a bedding of furs, blankets, even a pillow. There were windows, and even a separate small room for bathing. Brushing long slender fingers thru her ebon mane, she paused, her body going taut, like a bow string, almost quivering. Not trembling in fear, but tensing in realization... someone was watching her. She could sense him, feel him, hear his breathing, however subtle. In fact, she could almost scent him, her senses were that acute. That was a by-product of what she was. Her fingers had paused while gliding thru her long, dark mane, they now resumed, pushing a long tendril behind her ear.

Watching her through that window, some small part of him felt like a little boy again. But there was very little of that little boy left in Ka Fehr, he had seen too much and lived too long to be innocent or naive. He wondered how much innocence was left in this beautiful young girl, how ready was she for the things that he would do to her, how much could she handle. As he watched her brush her hair back behind her ear, he wondered what she was thinking at that moment.

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Her capture had come at a price. A hefty price. The cost had been 3, yes, count 'em.. 3 lives. All 3 Slave Hunters had died. Most of the time, the capture of females, whether human, elven, or some other race, was fairly simple, in fact, one might say, routine. Slavers had been doing it for centuries. It was an old, well known, profession. Females were sold into slavery, or, if unaccounted for, often captured and enslaved. In most cases, the slave trade was safe, and paid damned good coin. But as in any kind of hunting situation, whether animal or otherwise, there were always risks.

Every once and a while, risks paid off and a rare female, came along. They were few and far between. Sometimes, the Slavers knew what they had. A vampiric female, for example. Rare, and worth a whole sack of gold coin, more than many Slavers made in a season. But many times, the Slavers had no idea what they had managed to capture. No idea at all. That was the case here. Despite the deaths, when this particular Slaver caught up with his hunters, finding them slaughtered, he found the girl, entangled in the netting used to capture her, injured and exhausted. She had put up a hell of a fight for her freedom. But the Slaver, none to bright to be honest, assumed that the Hunters had encountered a wild animal while tracking and capturing the girl. It never occurred to him to ask how the girl survived, or why she was injured. She was alone, and when questioned, she could provide no family name as a claim to freedom, and she had no coin. There were times when a captured girl could buy her way out of her fate, if she had enough coin. But, it had to be a goodly amount of gold, something that she, did not have. It was more than clear to the Slaver that the girl was a transient. Her tattered shift of a dress, worn boots on her feet, obviously needing to bathe. This was between villages, so obviously she had been traveling, off the beaten path too boot, all pointing to the fact that she was alone, had no one, and had nothing. She was ripe for the picking, so to speak. That, was all that had mattered to him. As for the Hunters, that was life. Wild animals roamed these lands as much as people did. He'd just hire new Slave Hunters is all.

What the Slaver did not know what that the attack on the hunters, had been a mistake. A loss of control. Something that she, the now captured girl, fought to keep in check. But fear had overtaken her and well... fear, exhaustion, desperation, pain... she had panicked, had lost control. As mentioned already, sometimes Slavers got lucky and captured a very rare female, the example being a vampiric female. But Lillia was even rarer than that. She, was one of the rarest. She was a Lycan female. A cross between Wolf and Human. Yet she looked completely normal... and that was the secret to being what she was. She looked like nothing more than a human female, other than being an incredible beauty, quite stunning, acutally, with her mane of midnight black, skin supple and soft the to the touch, and piercing dark eyes.

She had been profitable for the Slaver. He had pocketed a large amount of gold from the Elven Lord who had purchased her.

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She did not turn to look at the window that she now knew she was being observed thru. She was chained, confronting the one who chained her, the one who now owned her, would do her no benefit. Even letting him know that she knew he was there, again, would do her no benefit. So Lillia stayed silent... allowing her mind to wonder. Perhaps she was lucky, if one could consider that being sold as she was, lucky. But what she was really thinking was, perhaps she was lucky that the Elf Lord... now her Master, her Owner, in his assessment of her, had gazed into her eyes.. and had seen what He was looking for. Lillia wondered what that was. She did know that if He had not seen it, in that moment, she more than likely would, even now, be begging the Slaver for mercy while he lashed her with his whip... Did the Elf Lord know that just moments before, she had snapped at another potential Buyer, not snapped literally, she had that little aspect of her being well under control, but snapped verbally at the Buyer when he had kicked another girl aside, with a rather brutal kick. Anger would be her undoing, she told herself over and over and over again. She had to keep it under control... Did the Elf Lord realize that he had stepped in just seconds before the Slaver was about to grab his whip for that punishment?

Yet as these thoughts roamed thru her mind... her eyes and face betrayed little of what she she was thinking, or what she had seen or experienced in her young life. Innocence seemed to drip from her... an ethereal beauty that was hard to ignore, yet there was something very feral that seemed to lurk beneath...

One thought that did invade into her mind... did the Elf Lord know of her... heritage... the mingling of Wolf and Human blood that ran thru her veins? The Slaver had not.. It was not something she would ever reveal to that vile man. And, she had not changed in a long long time... and would not... she hoped.. ever again. She would keep it in control. She would not reveal, even to the Elf Lord, her new Owner, what she really was. She couldn't. He'd more than likely kill her if he found out. Lycans were very, very feared.

Lillia stretched then, allowing her back to arch, hearing the chain as it sang it's movements to her, she actively casting those thoughts from her mind. The heavy robe, becoming a bit more cumbersom now, slid slowly from her smooth shoulders, revealing her lithe.. sensual.. almost angelic form, the flickering of lantern light mingled with the shards of sunlight spilling thru the windows, dancing on her smooth skin. Quickly, Lillia gathered the robe back up over her shoulders. Even in slavery, even when she had to spend so much of her time naked before the Slaver and his Buyers, she was shy enough to want to be covered if allowed. One more thought slipped thru her mind as she knelt quietly to wait for her new Master to make himself known, thank the gods that she was a virgin, and that the Slaver had favored coin over defiling her...