Mistresses of the Whip

[Suave Intent]

OOC:
This will be an open thread that allows anyone to RP in. However, the twist is that no male Masters exist, all Females are the dominant species within the certain realm that this storyline takes place.

Character:
King Blake LeDon
Enslaved after his Kingdom was destroyed by the hordes of Schendi
Status: Will be owned by someone predetermined. Read along to find out who
The body of a Greek God, his brawn often makes him the product of a stereotpyical barbarian. In actuallity, he is quite intelligent but will never make it apparent. He is VERY defiant.
Steely eyes of the darkest forest Oak.


IC:
[Prelude: A Fallen Warrior]
The fierceness of the battle lingered on for months after it had begun. Fire and chaos running rampant within the land he so adored as the final battle loomed upon him. Legions of men awaiting the command to attack as the waning moon casted its final illumination upon the land. Giving way to rivulets of orange light as the dawn of a new day slowly edged into existence. They were already dead men. Their villages destroyed by the hordes of invaders, their wives raped repeatedly, their children brutalized and murdered before their eyes. Everything they held dear was lost within the torments of war as they vowed this final battle to be the redemption they sought. And so he stood amiss the fog of uncertainty to lead his bretheren into battle. King Blake LeDon of the Empire of R'har. Sculpted physique bronzed by countless hours within the sun's harsh rays as battle hardened body stood ready. Bulging muscles tense with the burdens of a fallen Emperor as his right hand allowed for calloused digits to grasp at the ornate hilt of his blade. Dark hair flowing in an unruly mass as the gentle breeze caressed against his half naked body. The simple woolen loin cloth acting as the only clothing upon him as he drew the blade with a distinct flare for dramatics. Wielding the ancient metal within his hands, he allowed for the razor-tipped edge to catch the growing sunlight within a harsh reflection. Crimson-tinged mouth splitting within a horrid cry of passion and battle as they charged into battle. A wave of men rushing to their doom as the impressive armies of Schendi stook without fear...

Fire. The battlefield, once barren, was not alit with the flames of enemy arrows as thousands of the wooden shafts were sent into the air. Momentary fear seizing hold of all within their path before the fell to the ground. A wave of his people dying within a single instant before their anger was renewed. And so he led them forth. Silver blade catching the bodies of countless foes as he allowed for his fury to consume him. The blood of his enemies but ambrosia to his eyes as he cursed each one with the talent of his physical exertion. However, seconds soon turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. Countless numbers of his friends and allies falling victim to the ruthless weapons of his enemies before he found himself encircled. Predators all around his sweat glistening body as fresh wounds leaked precious vitae into the earth's surface. Thick muscles sore from the undefined number of souls he had stolen before he fell to his knees. The last memory to linger within his mind was the searing pain that entered his back...


[Present Day...]
The blazing sun continued to act prevalent within the sky above as the poorly-constructed carriage continue on the rickety road. The aching of his mind bringing him to a hazy awareness of his surroundings as oaken depths fluttered into existence. The muscles of his body aching with each little exertion he attempted to make before sudden realization flared within his mind. Memories of his the bloody battle that had consumed them haunting his mind as fresh tears stung his eyes. Hands attempting to wipe at the salty water before he soon became aware that he was bounded down. Fierce resolve shimmering within his eyes as he strained against his restraints with all his strength. Right wrist bleeding with the exertion before he soon found himself freed of the hindrance, left hand soon released with agile digits before his legs soon followed. Yet all of his actions were done for naught as the carriage lingered to a slow stop. All that he had managed to do was make it more apparent why such a large value remained upon the cage he was constricted to...Iron wrought bars grasped within calloused hands as his near-naked form glistened with the sweat of the day. Steely gaze falling upon each who witnessed his predicament as a plot for escape was formulated within the recesses of his mind...

And as his the door to his prison was cautiously allowed to open, he pronounced his intent. Large hands grasping the man's neck as it was quickly broken within the unyielding grip of his strong arms. The man's weapon soon relieved from his hand before...SEARING pain shot out throughout his entire back. The earlier wound he had suffered making itself known as he fell to the ground in pain. Scarred knees crashing into the debris laden ground of the marketplace as his "owner" soon came into the picture. Overly obsese and quite disgusting, he was able to send a knee towards Blake's chin and send him back into the ground. Deep breaths attempted through chapped lips as two others grasped his arms. Futile protests given upon the part of the slave, yet his earlier wounds had decreased his ability by leaps and bounds. Unable to fully resist their antics, he was placed against the walls. Iron manacles too small for his muscular form clenching tightly against golden flesh as blood streamed down from where his skin was puntured. And thus he was alone, completely at the mercy of whoever would obtain his talents...

 

[SexyAmber]

Cruel Discoveries

Character:
Alika LaMouge
Her name meaning “Most Beautiful” was quite fitting and perhaps even an understatement. Buttery tresses of pure sun streaked perfection hung in loose slithering curls around the slopes of her body. A trained archer from her father, a longs bowman, whose peasant backgrounds were long forgotten as he had proved his way into the Queen’s inner circle. Thus she, Alika, had the official title of “Lady”. Her Mother, a dealer in slave flesh, was the Queen’s personal slave trainer, needless to say her daughter had been shown the ways of controlling and training a slave.

Her steps lead her through the dark tower. Turning 18 today was more than an exciting event. Besides being old enough to unveil the glorious perfection of her face, she would be able, now to own her own personal slave. The guards, burly and heavily armed walked on both sides of her, she wore robes of crimson over the leathers she wore beneath against the decedent curves of her body. Eyes of turquoise appraised each chained prisoner with a mixture of disgust and high expectation. She would demand obedience, it could be seen in the cold features of her heavenly face. Her eyes were almost dreadful to look at directly, they held the storms of a thousands seas within their cobalt depths. Flickering with gold sunbursts against the blue background. She stopped before the chained Blake and canted her head slowly. A slow cruel smirk fell across Vermillion
Tiers and a the black crop of worn leather was placed beneath his chin.

“Name slave?”

 

[Suave Intent]

Claimed?

Eyes remained downcast throughout the time in which countless Mistresses' descended upon them to try to lay claim of the flesh that was now made available to them. Yet as he felt that he could prolong the inevitable, the worn leather of a crop was brought to caress against the masculine curve of his jawline. Fathomless depths brought to rest upon the one before him as he was actually awe-struck with the beauty that greeted him. Yet such beauty was soon dismissed as her own grin reciprocated itself upon the chapped crimson of his own. The words she spoke were foreign, but he was able to discern their meaning from the countless hours of tutoring he had endured as a child. Yet would he reply to the Mistress before him, or would he feign ignorance? Neither option was taken as he pulled his head backward, the cavern of his mouth gathering blood and saliva as he thrusted his neck forward; the nasty mixture contacting against her delicate skin as a defiant smile was then offered. Unyielding gaze continuing to lay claim to the female before him as he ached to have the freedom of his arms and legs. The lingering pain within his back just a relic to the past as he yearned for retribution. As long as he was concerned, he would bath within the vitae of his enemies before joining his wife and children in the next realm of existence...The veins of his muscles testing against the metalic restrains as he prepared himself for what was to come. Although he had endured through a plethora of tortures that most minds could never comprehend, he knew well not to underestimate the sting of leather upon his exposed flesh.

 

[SexyAmber]

Beauty's punishment

As the cocktail of blood and saliva tainted her ivory flesh, her demeanor was undaunted, save the flash of gold that overtook her cobalt pools as she glanced down to the pool on her skin. She was wordless to him and merely turned, a cascade of platinum melting down the sleek curvature of her spine as she flickered her gaze to the burly guard.

“Bring him to my chambers”

Her voice was venomous and lethal. She walked down the stone corridor wordlessly and her haunting visage soon dissipated from his vision.

He was roughly brought to the inner chamber of the castle. The faint smell of lavender lead the trail to her chamber, upon opening it was lined with torches against the cruel steel wall. A bed of draped crimson velvet stood on a dais uplifted from the floor. Various tools of what seemed to be torture lined an oak table, and in the center of the room. Large oak flanks made a makeshift cruel bed. Shackles at the feet and wrists. He was thrown into it by the guards. His wrist secured roughly about his head, his ankles restrained spread at the bottom of the table and he faced up.

She was no where to be found as the guards left, leaving him in the amber lit, cold environment. Than a sound, almost a gentle sound of footsteps above his head. Her ethereal form, out of his sight, was draped in worn caramel leathers. A scant halter corseted her abundant breasts, slung below her hips a revealing thong of the same leather and draped into the front of and back, a long scarf of crimson that shielded her charms from view. Her voice was coolly calm and sultry, almost a feline hiss to it.

“I ask you one more time, your name?”

And no sooner was the exotic tenor of her voice gone than the sound of a blade being scraped against a sharpening stone was heard above him.

 

[Guest]

Seething Hatred

Her lack of a response towards his earlier insult actually ellicted a rather interesting thought from our captive Blake. Bronzed flesh in a neverending struggle against the bonds that restrained him before he heard the develish tone of her voice ring within the space between them. The heavy accent with which she spoke caused him to exert his mind to its full capacity before he caught wind of what was developing. Bruised flesh throbbing within pain as the guards removed the metalic chains that binded him, unbound muscles straining forth to send his elbow into the nearest guard before he was once again held captive. Gaze forced to fall upon the delectable form that moved away from him with nonchalant footsteps, the locks of golden hue capturing his attention momentarily before he found his vision dim. The pain in the back of his head undeniable as he crumpled to his knees, body becoming limp before the guards dragged him into her chambers.

And so the nightmare continued, mahogany gaze drifting to awareness as he gazed towards the steel ceiling that loomed overhead. Various chains attached to the roof dirfting to contraptions that he could not bear witness to from his vantage point. Swelling flesh once again under restraints that sized too small as rivulets of blood streamed onto the wooden platform he lied upon. The sound of steel against the whetstone making him quite aware of who's presence he was under...If circumstances had been any different, he had no doubt that her voice and body would have caused her to take refuse within his bed. A pity that his Empire had lost the battle, but lucky that they knew not who he was. Hence, his name could not be revealed towards the slut who dared to impose upon him. It was actually comical how she thought herself capable to inflict pain upon him. Silence was the only response she would recieve.

 

[Suave Intent]

Me

That was me...

:ointing above.::

I swear, I need to change the settings for my Lit board.

 

[SexyAmber]

tsk tsk

“I do so love a challenge”

She proceeded toward him, her tempting body at his side as she glanced down at him with amber laced eyes, the mixing with the sapphire pools had become more pronounced in the torch light. She placed the dagger down on the large table, a glimmer of silver as a finger cover was placed on her index digit, it had a small talon like claw atop it.

A slithering leather strap was drawn upward like a dancing cobra, it was at least half her size and thick. She menacingly coiled it around her forearm, leaving about a foot to dangle from her palm. The tip of the steely cold finger ran up the side of his neck slowly, slightly piercing until he could feel the cool trickles of his blood dance against his bronze flesh.

The swells of her breasts imprisoned within the tight wolf skin halter rose and fell with concentrated and controlled breathing. Her slender arm lifted above her golden head and fell with a sizzle across his right upper chest. The leather strap leaving a sadistic bite into his copper skin, the welt rising immediately.

The talon fingertip drew to his lower lip, tracing it slightly, then halting in the middle as she pulled his lip down slowly.

“Now Sir. Lest you wish to loose your tongue and me have those burly guards come in here and use your pretty mouth I want a name”

 

[Suave Intent]

Intensity

Unwavering gaze continued to focus upon the Mistress berfore him as he watched every single aspect of her actions. Heavy scrutiny placed upon each breath, each coiling of her limb, and each flutter silken strands as he continued to study her. Yet as the imposing leather tool was brandished before him, he couldn't help but feel a trickle of anticipation to course throughout his body. Any pain was preferable to the waiting game they now played.

The cool metalic point was unmistakable as it caressed against the taut skin of his neck. The puncturing wound it made against cinnamon-tinted flesh causing a slight shudder to course throughout his body. Yet the sensation acted as nothing compared to the stinging blow that would soon be dealt to him. The thick straps of leather kissing against his flesh caused the muscles within his abdomen to clench together, the delicious flesh of his torso inviting and masculine in every single way that it could be. Lips parting as a deep breath was exhaled, yet no words or sounds of pain would be given as he remained stubborn and strong-willed...If anything, it seemed that the smile upon his lips merely tightened to further mock her inability to evoke a reaction from him.

Pretty mouth? Never before had he heard that term associated with the crimson-tinged flesh of his mouth. It only acted to further enhance his mocking smile as he awaited her to carry through with her threat. Once the guards even attempted as much, they'll find that this captive had teeth. So silence continued to be the only response in which she would get, the urge to free himself growing insatiable as dark thoughts drifted within his mind at what he would do to this wench when liberty was granted.

 

[SexyAmber]

relentless

As she saw no response she smirked cruelly. That lethal fingertip ran down his chest as slowly as the strap was brought to rest on the table. Her fingers coiled around a leather ball and she hovered it over his mouth, her other hand lifted to his jaw and she squeezed between the joints forcing his mouth open involuntarily and the ball stuffed in his mouth so it could not be spit out.

“you wish to be mute than so be it”

A raspy laughed echoed the stones walls and then again her hand drew across the implements on the table. A thick leather collar was snatched in her delicate grip. A plain hammered steel nameplate on the front with the words “slave” inscribed boldly. She leaned over him, her ripe cleavage teased before his face, his visage draped in ringlets of silken flaxen that smelled of her perfume.. The warm leather was pressed to his throat and the tumblers slowly locked as she then ran her tongue in a slow slither over his gagged mouth.

She stepped back from him leaving him with only the intoxication of her scent and a 5 bladed whip was taken in her clutches. Each leathery strand was topped with a small silver ball. The whip was slithered up his tummy slowly, her spellbinding gaze following the wake of the whip, watching his muscled stomach tense. Such a tempting creature he was. He would be hers. She wanted it and would have it. The whip was lifted and she winked at him then it came down with a searing collide against his left breast, the blades expanding and punishing him with the metal and the leather. Evil welts immediately rose to the surface of his bronze skin and tiny droplets of blood pooled where they balls had struck.

Her free hand came up and tangled in his ebon mane as she lifted his head slightly.

“Name?”

 

[Suave Intent]

Inescapable Pain

Her arrogance was starting to become pestering, but he was in no place to be able to change that attribute. A lift of ebony was the only reaction which was discernable upon the emotionless countenance of his face as the sphere shaped object was brought into sight. A quick yelp subdued into silence as the akward object was placed uncomfortably within his mouth. Anger evident upon the contours of his face as he struggled to free himself of the annoysome device. Yet something irked him more than the object itself. The temptuous movements she continued to conduct had caused an obvious stirring to derive itself directly under the pathetic cloth of wool that covered between the apex of his thighs. Straining manhood, usually quite imposing, actually acted as an embarrasment as he was forced into the situation, rather than willing it himself. The scent of silken hair as they lingered upon his skin intoxicating him into scenarios of lust filled passion before he felt the cool sharpness of her next tool.

The strands of leather would be nothing in comparison to the implement she now brandished. Oaken depths growing wide in astonishment as it resembled...well, nothing. Each ball that lay upon the end of the straps were like that of a maces. Covered with points that would pierce and burn at the skin it caressed. And then he felt it. The stinging pain shot throughout his entire body as he cursed within the object that obstructed his voice. Biting down hard as rivulets of crimson streaked down the curvature of his torso, muscles tensing as the blades expanded within his skin. And only after she allowed for the sharp blades to linger across his skin did he find the tenseness of his body subside, and limpness soon replacing it. The embarrasment of his yearning manhood causing him to glare fiercly at the slut before him. Even when ebony locks were grasped within her tight grip he would not relent, utter nothingness his only response as he awaited her next attempt.