The Dungeon...

[DrummerBoy418]

Ok, since nobody is replying in any other threads...

This thread is open to anyone at all.

Imagine if you will, a dungeon full of cages. There are people inside those cages. Slaves for sale. Slaves to do whatever you desire. The only question is... Are you a slave or a master?

Slaves and masters of both sexes are needed!

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He walked throught the halls and sighed in disgust. "None of them are any good! There used to be GOOD slaves here. What happened?" He stopped in front of a cage. "THIS is your BEST one? She's the worst one yet! Not that her, her, her, and her, were any better," he said pointing at the four cages in succession. "I demand quality! QUALITY! You know what? Go away," he stomped his boot. "I'll find my own slaves thank you."

As the slaver ran from the room, Patrick looked around in disgust. "I guess none of you are going to get out of here today. That's too bad, because I promise you, a life with me is better than a life in these cages."

 

[Seductive_Neko]

Golden eyes follow the man with disgust. It's not like she had chosen to be caught while bathing along a riverbank, and she had certainly not chosen to run off with no more than panties on. Not that one could tell what she had on.

Rich cherry colored hair matted down by the mud she had been drug through, bruises on her wrists and ankels where she had been hog tied. A long scratch across the olive skin of her left cheek from resisting capture and a dark bruise on her breast and buttox from the molestation she endured on the way here.

Shackeled hands with grimy arms and dirty fingernails grasp the bars as she cocks her head at the man. "What makes you think that we chose to end up like this?" she growls defiantly at him.

 

[DrummerBoy418]

"Of course you didn't choose it," He looked at the girl who spoke up. "Which is all the more reason that you should be anxious to get out of here. Yet I see that none of you care to put on your good side. A pitty really." He shrugged as he continued to look around at the room of slaves. "I was hoping to take a few of you home today."

His boots tramped along the stone floor as he stepped closer to the speakers cage. "And who might you be?"

 

[Seductive_Neko]

She squares her shoulders and straightens her back, her 36 C breasts perking up. Looking the man in the eyes, she licks her lips.

"My name, not that it matters here, is Sierra. And what is yours, big intimidating guy whith the loud boots?" she says with more than just a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

She spits to the right side out of her cage, shackeled hand reaching up to wipe the side of her mouth. She was not going to be one of the whimpering, weak unfortunates who did exactly as told.

 

[CursedVixen]

A young girl sat huddled in her cage with her knees to her chest. She had been dozzing quietly until she'd heard a man yelling and the rattling of cages. She'd been brought in almost a week ago, but yet she remained in her cage. Rarely was she fed or let out, and her body had grown weary and tired. The men who had taken her had cut her long brown hair and beaten her until she had nothing left. She'd spoken not a word since they'd thrown her in the dungeon with the rest of the girls. Many wimpered at night and begged to be released. Others mouthed off, for which they were punished. Marliegh sat quietly and rested her head against her legs to return to her sleep, but not before casting a look of disdain and pity towards the girl who had spoken.

 

[DrummerBoy418]

He turned as something caught his eye in the cage next to Sierra's. He took one look and liked what he saw.

"And who might you be?" He looked at her sweetly, but with mischief in his eyes. "I bet you and Sierra would be great together." He smiled and approached the two of them. Not quite what he'd envisioned, but they might surprise him yet. "I'll take these two," he called to a guard with keys and pointing at the cages. "Have them made ready for me at once. I'll take them leashed, at least until I can get them home."

 

[CursedVixen]

Marliegh had not noticed to whom the man had been referring to, and she did not realize that it was she that he had been referring to until the guard came to unlock her cage. She looked to the guard, to the girl next to her, and to the man with confusion. She had been overlooked many times that day, and that week in fact. Her somber silence had driven away so many others, masters looking for a bit of livliness in their pets and slaves.

As the guard yanked her by her arm and threw her on the ground at the man's feet she grunted and winced. Roughly he shoved her upwards and almost too tightly latched a collar around her neck and hook to hit a leash - doing the same to the girl called Sierra.

She remained silent, unsure as to what was going on or where she would be going. She leaned onto her arms and her slender form which was hidden under the tattered remnants of her clothing was revealed. She looked up to the man with a mixture of fear and revulsion.

 

[DrummerBoy418]

He looked at the new girl and smiled. In his experience, it was always the silent ones that had things to hide. Things that usually turned out for the better of the master. He smiled at her and again asked her, "What's your name?" He tugged on her chain a little. "Don't worry, you can tell me. We'll be spending a lot of time together from now on..."

 

[CursedVixen]

The look on his face and his arrogant smiled worried her. She didn't like this man. As he tugged on the chain attached to her neck she fell forward on her hands at his feet and coughed. She stared at the floor, refusing to break her silence. She swore to herself that she would not speak. She quickly glanced over at the other girl and wondered why he wasn't bothering with her. Her arrogance would irratate any of the masters that had walked into that godforsaken dungeon. But the beatings Marliegh had received had taught her well. She didn't wimper, or beg, or plead. She took slow deep breaths as she tried to keep her pulse, fear, and adreneline under control - but the collar and the pressure of the leash wasn't allowing her enough room to breath comfortably. She coughed again, but this time it was almost a wheeze.

 

[Seductive_Neko]

She was pulled out by her hair and growled as one of the slavekeeper's hands grasped her bruised breast holding her upright to put a poorly tanned collar around her neck, being sure to tweak it just a little too tight around her neck.

She coughed, and the men roughly held her head back as her chains were disconnected from the cage. She had given the last man who tried to put her in the cage a nasty bite on the arm. From then on they were more wary of her.

They let her go and her legs gave way from disuse and the lack of food from the last few days

 

[DrummerBoy418]

He took both of the chains in his hands. "You will speak sooner or later," he said to the silent girl. "I will see to it." He turned to the one known as Sierra. "And you will not remain arrogant for much longer." He tugged on their chains. "Now, you will follow me. I assure you that where we are going is better than this God-forsaken place." He began to walk forward, with their chains in his hands. He knew they would follow him, lest they be forced to stay here.

 

[CursedVixen]

Again she chose not to respond or give barely a sound as he tugged on both her and Sierra's leashes. As he began to walk Marliegh reluctantly followed, lest be strangled and asfixiated. She slowly trudged along next to Sierra, occassionally looking at the defiant look on her face. Marliegh felt sorry for her, knowing that it would only bring her pain and suffering.

 

[Seductive_Neko]

She was not afraid of him. When she worked as a servant, she was beaten for not appeasing the cook. This man didn't seem like that much of a threat. She was lurched off of the floor and slowly managed to stand on her own. She cast a sideways glance at the other woman and wondered why she was so silent. It wasn't like this was going to be any worse than being cooped up in the tiny cage with no room to stand.

She walked forward and wondered what was in store for her. She was exhillerated on the inside at the prospect of getting out. Not to mention the fact she really needed some fresh air.

 

[DrummerBoy418]

"The walk will do you good, no doubt, give you a chance to stretch your tired muscles and the fresh air will do you good." He smiled as he addressed both girls. "Your life with me won't be easy by a long shot, but at least you'll be fed. Seems that this place can't even get that much right. Slaves do no good to anyone if they're dead." He headed out the door as they followed behind him. "The first thing you'll do is get some food when we get back. I can't have you starve on me."

 

[Seductive_Neko]

She rejoiced on the inside at the prospect of real food. Maybe this man would allow them to bathe as well. She knew she was dirty and the mud on her was chafing in some of the most inconvienient areas. She allows herself to be led on with the hopes of possible escape.

She wasn't so sure of his smile, it seemed to have something hidden behind it. Like a cat watching an unwary mouse. Wondering what they would be required to do in this man's service, she looked the man up and down. Admiring the strong line of his jaw, and muscles in his back and arms.

Her sight trailed lower on his body and she appreciated his firm butt and well-muscled thighs and calfs. She was no stranger to the opposite sex, or even her own. Sometimes she had been called to her former master's quarters and was required to perform sexual acts on him and his wife, she mentally shrugs, whatever kept her fed.

 

[Qyron]

A man entered the dungeon, holding a burning torch on his hand. Water running down his hooded mantle. He ignored the guards as he past by them, mere children aside him.

Leaving the torch on a stand, he walked inwards the foul area of the dungeon, filled by the stench of fear and famine. As he passed by, every single soul inside the cages shrugged in fear. Forgetting the hunger and the pain of the beatings and bruises. The single presence of the man was disturbing.

The heavy mantle covered him totally. The black cloth had silver embroiderings on it, like plants creeping up an old tree. The large hood covered his face in shadows, but it seemed as a cold glow came from deep inside it.

 

[DrummerBoy418]

He continued to lead both girls. "Don't worry, the walk is only a mile. You'll be fine, both of you. We'll get you fed and cleaned up once you're there, and then your real duties will start. If you try anything funny though, you will pay for it and regret it dearly."

They walked to the edge of a forest, and then into it, and through to a path that lead through the forest. They walked through the forest as the sounds of life emenated all around them. Eventually, as the trees grew thinner, they reached the edge of the forest. Off in the distance there was a large house. "Ah, home sweet home..."