CollaredbyHim
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- Feb 19, 2016
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Taming The Shifter (Open)
(Want a dominant male for this role. PM Me If You Want It and I'll Reserve and Close It. Status: Closed)
Evangeline growled at anyone who passed by. She was not going to succumb to roving hands, and the arousal that was tainting her judgement. One more touch and she would melt, she knew she would beg, just to come.
Her hands were chained up towards the ceiling, pulled back so her chest arched forward. Her wrists hurt,
her back was aching and her knees were spread because of the chains on her ankles. Those disgusting slavers had cleaned her, pampered her, dressed her in a black babydoll dress piece of lingerie and put her in the lions den.
Stupid men. Ugly stupid fucks. If she hadn't had anti-magic chains on her wrists, she would shift and rip them to shreds. Ah, there was Lord Vens. He walked over, smirking. Oh she would rip off his face if she got the chance.
But just for extra protection they had injected an iron based drug in her, stifling her magic. All the slavers and slave owners used it, at least until the slaves were broken and changed. But even then, they were rarely allowed to shift. Just enough to keep insanity at bay. But those were half-gene shifters. And she was full gene. A Lady of Court. She could change her appearance and turn into an animal, and she had chose hers at the age of 13 like every other full shifter. Wolf. A beautiful grey and brown wolf. She had been happy. Had a pack. And then went to find a group of shifters who had gotten lost in enemy territory. It had been a trap, and here she was.
Lord Vens stood, arms crossed waiting for her to lash out. Cold, calm control. His job was to irk her, that was what he did whenever he came from diplomatic visits. Diplomatic, her ass. He had just wanted to perv at the girls would were known to be beautiful, shifted and not shifted.
"Don't worry, girl. I've already picked a beautiful white furred fox out. Juliet. Fiesty little thing, but not strong enough to withstand training. She'll be a beautiful pet when broken. You on the other hand... would just be a waste of time..."
"Not man enough to try me? Aww poor, baby. Then again, you are buying your woman. Girls not lining out the door anymore?"
"Trust me, you'd be lucky to have me. Some of the others here have an eye for rebellion, and trust me, they've broken the best." Then the auctioneer went off. Lining the girls up. Vens nodded his goodbye and sauntered off.
She pitied the idiot who bought her. He would probably be a Lord, cocky, arrogant, rich.
When she was led up and the announcer told them of her lineage, she held her chained wrists up.
"Hi. I'm Evangeline. Beautiful, sassy. Turn into a wolf. I know, jealous right? Full shifter. They forgot to mention, I've got a big mouth. It talks. It bites too. I dare you. I just dare you to bid on me. See if you can break me," she tossed her curly brown hair over her shoulder and batted her eyes, "You'd have sleepless nights wondering if tonight was the the night. I can get rid of 'little' problems, if ya know what I mean."
The crowd was silent.
Then the bidding began.
She ignored the numbers but was surprised that a lot of people wanted her.
The poor fuckers.
When the bidding ended and someone had won she was put in a cage, still bound, and she giggled.
She wondered which idiot had bought her.
Come and get it.
(Want a dominant male for this role. PM Me If You Want It and I'll Reserve and Close It. Status: Closed)
Evangeline growled at anyone who passed by. She was not going to succumb to roving hands, and the arousal that was tainting her judgement. One more touch and she would melt, she knew she would beg, just to come.
Her hands were chained up towards the ceiling, pulled back so her chest arched forward. Her wrists hurt,
her back was aching and her knees were spread because of the chains on her ankles. Those disgusting slavers had cleaned her, pampered her, dressed her in a black babydoll dress piece of lingerie and put her in the lions den.
Stupid men. Ugly stupid fucks. If she hadn't had anti-magic chains on her wrists, she would shift and rip them to shreds. Ah, there was Lord Vens. He walked over, smirking. Oh she would rip off his face if she got the chance.
But just for extra protection they had injected an iron based drug in her, stifling her magic. All the slavers and slave owners used it, at least until the slaves were broken and changed. But even then, they were rarely allowed to shift. Just enough to keep insanity at bay. But those were half-gene shifters. And she was full gene. A Lady of Court. She could change her appearance and turn into an animal, and she had chose hers at the age of 13 like every other full shifter. Wolf. A beautiful grey and brown wolf. She had been happy. Had a pack. And then went to find a group of shifters who had gotten lost in enemy territory. It had been a trap, and here she was.
Lord Vens stood, arms crossed waiting for her to lash out. Cold, calm control. His job was to irk her, that was what he did whenever he came from diplomatic visits. Diplomatic, her ass. He had just wanted to perv at the girls would were known to be beautiful, shifted and not shifted.
"Don't worry, girl. I've already picked a beautiful white furred fox out. Juliet. Fiesty little thing, but not strong enough to withstand training. She'll be a beautiful pet when broken. You on the other hand... would just be a waste of time..."
"Not man enough to try me? Aww poor, baby. Then again, you are buying your woman. Girls not lining out the door anymore?"
"Trust me, you'd be lucky to have me. Some of the others here have an eye for rebellion, and trust me, they've broken the best." Then the auctioneer went off. Lining the girls up. Vens nodded his goodbye and sauntered off.
She pitied the idiot who bought her. He would probably be a Lord, cocky, arrogant, rich.
When she was led up and the announcer told them of her lineage, she held her chained wrists up.
"Hi. I'm Evangeline. Beautiful, sassy. Turn into a wolf. I know, jealous right? Full shifter. They forgot to mention, I've got a big mouth. It talks. It bites too. I dare you. I just dare you to bid on me. See if you can break me," she tossed her curly brown hair over her shoulder and batted her eyes, "You'd have sleepless nights wondering if tonight was the the night. I can get rid of 'little' problems, if ya know what I mean."
The crowd was silent.
Then the bidding began.
She ignored the numbers but was surprised that a lot of people wanted her.
The poor fuckers.
When the bidding ended and someone had won she was put in a cage, still bound, and she giggled.
She wondered which idiot had bought her.
Come and get it.
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