The Fairgrounds and ...

[auraofpower]

Welcome to the Fair

Median was a little country along the coast. They were a strong and proud, but tolerant of the many other races that visited their land. Creatures such as Elves and Lycans were known to share a pint of ale in one of the many hospitable taverns that lined the main streets. However the country was not quite self-sufficient, so a fair was held three times a year and peddlers and merchants from across the globe would come to sell their wares. However this fair had a darker side. If you had enough money, and you knew where to look, you could purchase a life in a variety of forms. The Slaveground was a dark secret that few knew about, and even fewer spoke of. Here the 'items' were trained for a variety of uses, and care with a multitude of skills, both learned and inherant. Best known, and most coveted, were the Pleasure Slaves. Most were trained well and could please man or woman. These went for high prices but were rumored to be well worth it.


~ You can join as a slave or buyer, just please post a short description. This thread will be mainly for the purchasing, when you're ready to take your purchase home you can either continue here or open a new thread to avoid confusion, whichever you choose. Happy playing~

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Ka Fehr strode down the crowded street with purpose. Behind him his two bodyguards moved cautiously, their eyes scanning the crowd for pickpockets and cutthroats.

Ka Fehr's eyes scanned carefully as well, but rather than the crowds, the tall gray haired Elf scanned the booths that lined the streets looking for a particular symbol. Then he found it, a purple ribbon tied around the corner pole of a tent, the ends of the ribbon dyed a bright orange. This was the sign he had been informed would lead him to what he coveted.

Signaling Lucian and Reymik, he turned and moved through the tent flaps. Once he passed into the opening it was clear that the tent was simply a front that actually led to an alleyway. At the end of the alleyway it opened into a small courtyard filled with people.

This was where he would find his new slave. He had paid well for the information that lead him here and now he hoped it would repay him ten fold. He had come here in search of a very special slave. Rumors of pleasure slaves sold in the markets had been heard for years but Ka Fehr had never been successful in his attempts to gain more information...until now.

He had originally planned to buy a slave for his son who would become a man in a month, but as the idea slowly became a reality he had doubts as to whether he would be able to share the slave with anyone. His lust would demand that he keep her for himself, assuming of course that he could find one that would suit his tastes.

He approached the largest grouping of slaves and quickly found the slavemaster, a hard, dark-skinned man with a thick mustache.

"My Lord, please tell me how I can assist you?" the man asked with a bow and a glance back at the two bodyguards that flanked the well dressed elf.

"I seek a slave, a special slave," Ka Fehr said looking into the man's eyes. A glint of understanding passed across the man's face.

"My Lord, I think I know exactly what you are looking for. Please, this way," he lead Ka Fehr and his men into a small darkened tent. Inside were at least two dozen women of different ages, heights, hair colors, etc.

"Did you have any specific requirements, my Lord?" he asked as he motioned to the women.

"Race, hair color, height, these things do not matter to me," Ka Fehr explained. "She must be young. She must be beautiful. But most importantly she must not be too strong willed. I do not have the time or inclination to teach her who is the master and who is the slave."

"Of course, my Lord," the man smiled knowingly. "I think I have a girl who will fit your needs perfectly, right this way. Perhaps I can even find two such girls if you desire."

"Perhaps," Ka Fehr replied with a smile of his own.

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Name: Ka Fehr
Race: Elf
Hair: Gray, long, usually kept in a ponytail
Eyes: Light Blue
Height: 6'3
Weight: 200
Ka Fehr is a middle-aged elf nobleman. He is married, although his wife spends half the year in the south with their two daughters. He also has one son who is about to reach the age of maturity. He is wealthy and has a certain degree of political power and influence. While his current position as a landowner and merchant is on the up and up, in the past he has associated with some less than reputable business partners. Some consider him a hard, cruel man but few know the darker desires that rule him.

Looking for one to two young, submissive slaves.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lillia

~ Lillia lay chained in the corner of the tent.. away from the other girls.. some were moaning.. showing their.. wares.. so to speak... others were sleeping.. seeming disinterested in what was going to happen to them.. they were slaves after all.. born and bred.. as was Lillia.. but she .. was different...

Lillia.. first of all.. was human/Lycan mingling.. altho she looked entirely human... she could and had changed into Lycan form in her childhood.. a feat that was .. discouraged to say the very least... she was the daughter of a human slave mother.. and a enslaved Lycan fighting slave.. an interesting mingling of blood to say the very least...

Lillia, again, looked entirely human.. she had long midnight black hair.. a veil of ebony silk that cascades down her back like a shadowed waterfall... her eyes were silver... a crystal silver... sparkling.. enchanting... her skin was a color of moonlight.. pale and ethereal.. making her extremely delicious looking.. and different from many of the slaves around her... Lillia was alert.. and smart.. and very well trained.. Lillia was more than just a pleasure slave.. she was a passion slave.. she could arouse with just a touch.. a word.. a whisper.. she could dance... as well as serve.. she was obediant .. and always .. ready... and she had a mind.. a sharp.. intelligent mind... a mind which perhaps could serve a Master as much as her body could.. Lillia was exceptional.. altho she did not know that... Lillia was merely a slave...

She was naked .. curled in the corner of the tent.. the chain sparkled in the flicker of the nearby fire... as it snaked from the steel that tightly embraced her throat to the stake anchored in the ground... She heard the tent flap open... saw the SlaverMaster and a ... another Male.. enter... the SlaverMaster extolling the virtues of the slaves He had for sale.. that they were pleasure slaves.. worthy of this man's money..

Lillia knew better.. most were not what the SlaverMaster portrayed... she was.. yes.. as were a couple others.. the rest were just enslaved that did not know the art of pleasuring .. other than laying on their backs with their legs open... several were gagged...ball gags stuffed deeply into their mouths.. no doubt to keep them silent.. for they were barely trained.. yet the corrupt SlaverMaster told one lie after another.. pointing to various slaves...

Lillia quickly raised to her knees.. allowing her silken thighs to slip apart ... a slight rolling of her hips.. as she settles back upon her ankles.. she resting her hands to her supple thighs.. palms turned upwards in submission.. she kept her head up.. but .. those crystal eyes lowered beneath a veil of dark lashes.. as they approached... ~

(to be continued ...)

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

(Continued...)

~ closer the SlaverMaster and the Male.. an Elf.. came.. she knew the SlaverMaster tended to avoid her.. why.. because he enjoyed using her for himself... and he wished to keep her... she often wondered why he just did not collar her for himself... and found out it was because the man worked for another.. he was not the owner of the slave house.. he merely worked for them... hence he tended to.. avoid... showing Lillia to prospective buyers.. for his own gains..

Lillia on the other hand.. did not enjoy the SlaverMaster or the dark and dingy tent where the "pleasure" slaves .. were kept... she wanted out.. but had no way of getting out other than being sold... she would never dream of trying to escape... she merely wished to be sold.. to another... but the SlaverMaster had been shrewd in keeping buyers away from her... this day.. would be different..

As they approached.. the Slaver lying about yet another slave... he turning the Elf away from where she was chained.. she spoke up... her voice was soft.. yet caressed the air like the wings of a butterfly.. strong enough to be heard... and light enough to be extremely pleasant..

"do not listen to Him.. Elf Lord.. He lies.. He speaks of pleasure slaves yet the ones he shows you are nothing more than work slaves.. enslaved free ... or slaves with little training... pleasure slaves are hard to come by.. You must know that... my Lord... "....

If this did not work.. she would be beaten senseless by the Slaver.. this much she knew.. but she had to try.. she did not want to see the Elf Lord end up with a untrained slave.. and she wanted out.. she wanted to be the one He bought.. she knew the Elf had to be looking for a pleasure slave.. hence why He was brought into this tent.. even if most of the offered slaves were not what was advertised..

she quickly quieted.. lowering her head now... her body trembling slightly... she fighting to stay calm.. ~

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lillia

OOC: Stats:

Lillia (she was never graced with a last name.. having been born a slave)

She has just turned 20

She is a half breed of Lycan and human..

5'5" / 115 pounds

Very fair skinned... silver blue eyes.. long midnight black hair..

She is a passion slave.. rare... and very well trained... she can dance.. serve.. and pleasure any whom desire her.. whether male of female...
She will be loyal to her Master... and obey in all things.. but she is intelligent and will speak her mind at times.. she is not a "beast" slave with no will whatsoever.. her own will is formidable.. but she was raised a slave.. she knows no other life...
It is my hope to make her submissive yet strong.. interesting and fun to RP and write with...
her history.. training.. family.. will come out as the story progresses...

her Lycan blood does not manifest itself... she has changed before.. but was severly punished for it... she can change into Lycan again... but that would be for the Master to decide...

As a lycan.. she is a midnight black wolf with crystal blue eyes... small... but powerfully muscled ... she has never killed in Lycan form.. but push her.. and she may.. especially to protect...

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Ka Fehr stopped as he heard the slave's voice. He turned, as did the slavemaster, and looked back at the girl who was crouched low, her head down as if whatever courage she once had was expended when she spoke.

The slavemaster took a menacing step towards the girl but stopped when the elf raised his hand. Stepping forward himself, Ka Fehr approached the girl slowly trying to decide if he should choose the girl for the sheer audacity of calling the slavemaster a liar in front of her, or whether it was a sign of an overly willful slave. It also occurred to him that this could easily be an act that the slavemaster used to sell girls he couldn't get rid of otherwise.

Before making a decision he had to see the girls face. Reaching down and placing his hand below her chin he raised he face up. She was strikingly beautiful, her eyes stared up at him. In those eyes he found what he was looking for, and he knew that she had been telling the truth. Pulling his hand from her chin he stroked her long black hair once before stepping away.

"Her price?" Ka Fehr demanded of the slavemaster, his eyes still studying the young girl as she continued to tremble.

"My lord, I assure you---" the slavemaster couldn't finish his sentence though.

"I will give you five hundred more than you quoted for the other girls," Ka Fehr said with an heir of finality. He didn't even wait for the man's response before motioning to one of his bodyguards.

"Get a robe for her and take her to the empty quarters in the south wing. Feed her and wait for me there," he instructed the man, turning away without waiting to see the look on the girl's face.


(AmbrosiaCaress, if you'd like we can move this to a separate thread, or we could wait and see if any one else wants to play a second slave girl.)

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lillia

~ Lillia heard the Slaver growl.. and take a step toward her..then there was silence for a moment... she was staring at the ground.. daring not to raise her head again after her words had left her lips... her eyes could see the boots of th Elf.. she knew they were not the boots of the Slaver.. approach her...

The light touch of His fingers lifts her head ... bringing her eyes to His.. within those silver eyes He could seen the depths of her submission...and the flicker of the passion slave that she was ... her body quivers... a slight undulation of her hips.. her breathing deepening.. chest rising and falling gently... she would never entertain the thought to lie... lying would mean death to her... she knew that...

As His fingers released their hold on her.. His gaze did not... and she dared not pull hers from Him... His fingers stroked thru her silken mane... she tilting her head slightly to His caress... a whispered sigh slipping from her moist parted lips..

She heard the Slaver speak... and for a moment thought her night would indeed be spent begging for mercy from the Slaver as he beat her until near death for her.. outburst... she could not stop the trembling that shuddered thru her at that thought... but then she heard the Elf... make and offer for her... her breathing quickened.. and it was done... the Slaver protesting to no avail.. she was sold.. to the Elf Lord...

"Get a robe for her and take her to the empty quarters in the south wing. Feed her and wait for me there,"

Lillia was approached then by another man.. who had entered the tent unnoticed.. As the Elf Lord pulled His gaze from hers.. she lowered down... to brush her pink lips to His boots ... as He turned away.. her long dark hair spilling out around her...

The Slaver still grumbling as he released the chain that held her... he was still tempted to smack her for her outburst but thought better of it.. the Elf Lord came across as one not to be reckoned with.. and the Slaver was a coward at heart..

She looked to the man before her.. but not before casting a quick glance at her new.. Owner... Master..

Gracefully she unfolds her legs beneath her and lifts to her feet.. the bodyguard as well as the Elf Lord getting a look now at the supple.. lithe.. feline like form of the slave girl... she cants back her head so the man can attach the leash to the steel collar about her throat.. with a fluid step.. her body swaying slightly as she walked.. another man/bodyguard steps in behind her.. draping a soft dark robe over her naked body... the softness felt good against her skin... and she whispers "thank You.. Master" as she passes the Elf Lord..

She was taken to an unfamiliar area... a finger pointing to the floor told her all she needed to know.. she lowering to her knees where indicated... the chain was fastened to a hook within the floor... and she was left for a few minutes.. during which time she raised her eyes and glanced about the room... it was so much lighter and airier than the Slaver's traveling tent... the light from outside.. a dim sunlight.. filtering thru the curtained window... she shifts a bit.. moving toward that warmth... drawing the soft robe about her a bit tighter... the bodyguards found her kneeling within that dim light... a smile curling her lips..

Food was brought and offered to her.. it was a simple broth with some fresh bread and honey... but to her it was delicious... and she thanked the men ... lowering her head to the floor before their feet.. she would not kiss their boots unless instructed by the One who owned her.. It was only His boots that her lips would touch for now.. ~

(OOC: Lucifer's Tongue... the decision is Yours.. I will post either here or a new thread for just the 2 of us.. just let me know.. also.. I can send you a pic of Lillia that I have if you wish to see what she looks like.. let me know)

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

OOC: Okay, I'm going to start a thread just for our characters. The title will be Lillia and the Master. Please feel free to post the pic of Lillia on the new thread; I'd love to see it.

 

[auraofpower]

Aura stood under the canopy where the female slaves were kept. Unlike the others, some weeping, some flinging cat calls, Aura stood still. Her hands were bound behind her by a leather thong which was then tied to one of the support posts. Her long auburn hair fell in dirty waves about her face. Her skin bore a healthy glow from long hours under the sun, and her ample breast were almost exposed by the homemade shift that hung from her shoulders. The slave girl stared at the ground between her feet, her storm blue eyes giving off no emotion. Her entire stance was barely readable. Her body was calm, immoble, however she seemed far from defeat. She seemed just to be... waiting. Waiting for what she knew was next to come.
A small sign hung from 'round her neck. The etched parchment read:
Name: Aura
Summers: 19
Race: Humanoid
Uses: Bedroom (male or female), Parlor, Kitchen
Price: 20 crowns
The price was a little steep for a slave this young, but her owner was confident, and vengeful. She'd given him enough trouble that he was determined to make a little profit off of the wench. The fat man stood in the shade next to the stall. He tried to look welcoming to passers-by, not caring to whom the girl was sold.

 

[auraofpower]

Aura too didn't care who purchased her next. Her short life had been spent being passed to and from ownders and masters who all wanted something different from her. She rarely lasted long in one place, and oddly enough she didn't do anything wrong. It was only that most masters wanted submission, adn that was something she would not give. However Aura, and many of her captors had learned, that which yields is not always weak. She had learned how to yield early on. Aura was what was called lyliphera or pain-bearer. She was 'cursed' to feel pain as pleasure. This 'gift' was so rare most did not believe her, until her eyes closed with joy and her body reached climax from a sound whipping. However, it was not just pleasure she felt. The pain came too, though it was often forgotten for the moment.

 

[auraofpower]

Currently Aura was still standing just inside the shade of the canopy, both lamenting and savoring the dull ache in her muscles and the leather cutting into her wrists. She blinked slowly, as if with a purpose.

 

[auraofpower]

She stood quietly as her owner called to the passers by, sometimes respectful, usually crude. She simply waited patiently for her next owner to claim her.