To buy a slave

[Britwitch]

Keena

"If you win you will of course gain your freedom. I will personally escort you back to your lands as well and pay for your generosity in not taking my life...I don't expect you to instantly serve me if I defeat you in fair combat. I expect your word as a warrior that you won't use your claws against me. I don't want you declawed but if I feel the need I will take you back and have it done. I want you intact, you're a very beautiful creature and shouldn't be torn apart. We'll work on your training later."

Keena let out a low rumbling sound, not a growl, more of a sound of thought.
"You have my word as a warrior that I shall not use my claws against you...and I offer you a further assurance, Marcus, I shall show you no agression unless you give me reason to..." She met his eyes squarely. "If you untie me, I shall not try to escape or try to hurt you, I swear...you keep your hands to yourself, and I shall do the same...at least until you decide the time has come for combat..."
She had given her oath, a word she would not break. Would he give her his...she had seen his eyes sweeping across her naked flesh more than once during their brief conversation.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Marcus glanced at her one last time letting his eyes wander over her flesh once more. She could almost literally see the thoughts churning in his mind, he was literally gambling with his life as he made the next move pulling his gladuis out. "Hold still." He cut the ropes holding her, setting up a few more in lassos if he needed them.

"You have given me your word, all the stories I've heard of K'zin are that you're people are wild and dangerous. Fight desperately for freedom but also that you are honorable." He unbound her hands then stepped back from her waiting to see what she would do, he wasn't even holding his sword at the moment. If she tried it was likely she'd kill him before he even got to the weapon. "So we will start by trusting you not to tear my throat out like everybody told me you would."

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

"Hold still."

Keena froze as he leant over her, slicing through the ropes that had held her so tightly. He sat back, clearly more than a little wary of her as he did so.

"You have given me your word, all the stories I've heard of K'zin are that you're people are wild and dangerous. Fight desperately for freedom but also that you are honorable."

Keena raised her still bound wrists and watched as he cut through the ropes, holding his breath slightly...as she was herself.

"So we will start by trusting you not to tear my throat out like everybody told me you would."

She massaged her wrists, rubbing the fur to get the blood to flow back into her hands, the tight leather coverings having all but stopped it. Reaching down she massaged her knees and ankles before sitting up gracefully, sitting on her hip almost, her legs curled around behind her, her tail flicking back and forth every so often. Her upper body supported by her arms, which were also being used to try to cover up her modesty a little.
"You trust me and so I shall trust you..." She inclined her head slightly in a very shallow bow, her long honey coloured hair spilling over her shoulder slightly to hang over her bare breast, before straightening up. "...I am Keena..."

 

[bullshot]

Jason

Jason smiled as he removed one collar and replaced it with a proper slave collar naming her as his it could only be undone with the key he held or by magic, he knew that if she returned to her tribe they’d have the means of removing it for her.

“Remember Miren you are now going to live as a slave until your ransom is paid, you’ll be treated as a slave and all free men are your masters. Failure to live up to what is required of a slave will caused you to be branded and sold on the block I know a number of people who will pay dearly for a slave that can heal,” he informed her.

“Now I think that you should see to your fellow slave before she gets any sicker,” he told her as his men watched ready to react at the slightest wrong move.

Jason waited while Miren attended the sick girl not knowing how long the magic took to have an effect but as he had nothing else pressing at the moment he decided to make plans for her ransom calling another of his men over who wasn’t on guard he started to give him instructions.

“You need to find the Elves of the House of Treswyn to find out if they’ll pay a ransom for this healer,” he told the man but used sign language to tell him that he mustn’t find them for over three months. The sign language was something that all slavers learnt it was useful when they were laying in ambush for a group that had likely slaves in it so that the victims had no sound of voices to warn them.

He walked over to where Miren was attending the slave girl. “Will she live,” he asked knowing that if Miren said she’d live she would have managed to cure her.

“I’m sending a man out first thing in the morning to look for your family and see if they’ll pay enough to get you back,” he told her truthfully. His man would leave in the morning to look for her family it would just take him a long time to find it.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

“Remember Miren you are now going to live as a slave until your ransom is paid, you’ll be treated as a slave and all free men are your masters. Failure to live up to what is required of a slave will caused you to be branded and sold on the block I know a number of people who will pay dearly for a slave that can heal,” he informed her.

Miren has little concern for his business matters, she did not agree to this because she wanted to hear the sound of him talking to himself, her only interest was in the girl, the dying human girl. No matter how low her opinion of humans in general, it was clear that the poor girl was a victim, and deserved a chance to live.

“Now I think that you should see to your fellow slave before she gets any sicker,”

Once he secured the collar around her long slender neck, Miren rose to her feet with smooth speed, her motion quick but so flowing there was no action to draw specific attention or cause alarm. She gave no indication she heard or was listening to the slaver, her attention immediately focused on the ailing slave, as she knelt down in the filth to care for girl.

The Elven Healer took the slave into her lap and leaned over her as if whispering into ear but even the sharpest ear could hear no sound come from the lips of the Healer. Closing her eyes, Miren held the slaves hand.

“Will she live,” Jason the Slaver asked.

Miren looks up from the girls sleeping peacefully on her lap. Miren's own face is now pale with a feverish pink to her cheeks but as she speaks her color return to normal.

Miren nods, "Two lives have been spared. She carries a child. Some man's fine son." Miren eyes the Slaver and his guards wondering who's child it was.

“I’m sending a man out first thing in the morning to look for your family and see if they’ll pay enough to get you back,” he told her truthfully. His man would leave in the morning to look for her family it would just take him a long time to find it.

"They will pay." Miren says this absolute faith in the honor of her Kind.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"My name is Marcus." He forced himself to keep his eyes on her own at the moment before reaching down and grabbing a small blanket. "Here pull that on that way you don't have to be but so concerned about your modesty. Of course you should just get used to being nude as that is how you will be spending most of the rest of your life."

He spurred the horses back into motion continuing toward the farm. "Have you ever been with a man before?" He asked stiffly turning his back to her. It was obvious that he wasn't sure that was wise.

 

[bullshot]

Slaver

"Two lives have been spared. She carries a child. Some man's fine son." Jason was surprised at her answer he knew that it wasn’t his as he hadn’t bothered with that slave but he was aware that a few of his men had made use of her during her stay at the compound. Although they’d fed her extra rations she never appeared to put on weight and on the one occasion that he’d put her on the block there hadn’t been any bids for her so she stayed in the compound and earned her keep by keeping his men happy.

Miren had been pale when she’d got up from the now sleeping slave but the colour returned to her cheeks as she spoke and he could see his armed men starting to relax although he wouldn’t relax until she was a slave in all ways.

She sounded too confident when she replied. "They will pay." To him when he questioned whether her family would pay enough to get her back. He now had a problem what was he going to do with her in the interim at some point in the next few weeks she was going to go onto the block to see what sort of price he could get for her there that would give him an idea of what to ask for from her family.

“Now Slave Miren,” he said stressing the word slave. “All female slaves in the compound move around naked as you’ve probably noticed. You now have a choice either you remove your clothing or it will be done for you, if you resist you’ll be drugged unconscious and then stripped when you awake you’ll find yourself spread ready for raping,” he told her knowing that she didn’t have an awful lot of choice in the matter if she didn’t want to be raped.

He intended to keep her in the cell where he’d raped the K’zin, it had been cleaned out once she’d left and he intended the Elf to either be forcibly bathed or bathe herself either way she’d be watched while she was cleaned. She was going to be a privileged slave for a short time but she’d find out the true meaning of being a slave well before her family knew she was a captive.

He stood and waited for her response knowing that three or four of his men where anxious to strip her forcibly given the chance.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

These human males are truly disgusting creatures, she thought, their cruel, unrestrained abuse of females only confirms what is always said of them.

She sighs, displeased with the bad luck that has brought her to this situation, and considers what she should do next. She knows the guards hope she will resist, but senses Jason does not care. So long as it is done, either way is of no difference to him.

She knows she really has no choice. Her gown is already filthy from the floor, and sickness of the slave girl, and there is nothing in the pockets. There is no reason to risk anything for a uselss piece of fabric.

With slow and deliberate grace, she unbuttons her traveling gown from her neck to hip, pulling it off her shoulders; she allows it to slip to the floor and pool at her feet. Her under gown of sheer silk covers her from shoulder to floor but hides nothing. She unties a bow at the shoulder and it floats to the ground. She stands, tall, proud, beautiful and naked.

 

[sunandshadow]

Mairr knew immediately that he had to rescue this hapless teenage dragon, the poor child looked terrified! But how? The young green dragon was bound too tightly to move, so the bonds would have to be cut before he could escape, and on top of that the cage-cart looked quite sturdy, and there was a big iron lock on its door. Even worse, some of the group of human males following the cart were carrying crossbows - the rest had swords and spears, which were almost as dangerous. Simply leaping onto the cart would accomplish nothing but his own capture or even death.

The cart was headed for the great marketplace where there were no large sturdy stone buildings Mairr could hide on top of, only tents and stalls. It was broad daylight, and if Mairr took to the air now half the city would see him and the slavers would be warned Mairr might try to free their captive, but it was hours until dark, if he waited that long he might lose the child in the maze of the city, or the child might be raped, branded, they might cut his wings so he couldn't fly away - any number of unthinkably horriffic things might happen! In the same vein, it was almost a full day's flight back to the mountains, the another days' flight back before however many dragons he could recruit would return to the city, which by then might have put out an alert and posted archers everywhere.

If a band of dragons attacked the city surely someone would be killed and many would be hurt. Unless the city, afraid of the dragons' attack, forced the slaver to free the child? It might work, but if the city didn't cooperate the result would surely be a slaughter, and even if the city did cooperate who knew what might have been done to the child by then?

No, the only viable strategy seemed to be stealth - Mairr would follow the cage-wagon and either see where the slavers put the keys, or wait for them to open the cage, they'd have to do that before they could do anything dramatic to the young green dragon, right? He carefully looked around. The back side of the building he was on had a small fenced-in yard, and beyond that was a narrow alley which ran parallel to the road the wagon was travelling. They appeared to be empty of two-leggers and animals at the moment - a good omen, and Mairr hoped this luck would hold out for the rest of this dangerous venture.

Carefully, carefully, keeping his wings furled and his head and tail low so he could not be seen above the silhouette of the roof, Mair crawled over the edge of the roof and dropped down into the yard. He poked his head over the fence into the alley, making sure it was truly empty, then vaulted over the narrow fence and began skulking up the narrow alley - his shoulders practically brushing the walls on both sides - toward the marketplace.

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

"My name is Marcus...Here pull that on that way you don't have to be but so concerned about your modesty. Of course you should just get used to being nude as that is how you will be spending most of the rest of your life."

"Only if you beat me..." Keena replied with something that might have been a smile but the exression was so fleeting, one couldn't have been certain it was there at all. "Thank you..." She added, genuinely, wrapping the blanket around her torso, covering her breasts and sex...for the moment at least.
The cart jerked into motion as he moved back to take the reins, steering them towards the farm. Keena leant over the side of the cart slightly, revelling in the wind in her face, blowing away a little of the dirt and degradation of the cells.

"Have you ever been with a man before?"

Keena's attention was snapped back to Marcus, her eyes narrowing as she fought to prevent her memory recalling the events with the Slaver.
"Well, a man has been with me...although to you I suppose that is the same thing..." She looked up as Marcus glanced back at her. "I was taken by the Slaver before being sold to you...I was an innocent creature until then...but am no longer..." She looked away, shame evident on her face.

 

[bullshot]

Jason

Jason stood watching her hearing the gasps from his men as Miren started her slow striptease, he didn’t think that she was being provocative on purpose it was just the way she slowly unbuttoned her dress down the front as if she was considering whether to continue after undoing each one. Finally the last button was undone and Jason realised he’d been holding his breath as she slipped the dress over her shoulders leaving her standing in a fully transparent under garment the sounds that came from his men told him that they’d been holding their breath as well.

Although the under garment didn’t hide anything and Jason would have relented if she’d stopped there he watched as she untied the bows at her shoulders causing the garment to slowly flutter down her body exposing more and more as it got lower until it was just a pool of silk around her ankles. He gasped at her naked beauty knowing that on the block she’d fetch a very high price and her family would have to pay three times the amount she’d fetch to ransom her he began to hope that maybe they couldn’t afford it.

Jason too a deep breath and walked up to the naked Elf taking in her long legs as his eyes roved her body he knew her slim appearance would bring a high price on the block, as he examined her with his eyes he took in her small but ample breasts topped with dark nipples and the small trimmed light bush hiding her sex. As he moved to go around the back of her he again was captivated by her deep blue eyes the back of her was a perfect match for the front with her firm round buttocks and slim back.

He gently put his hands on her shoulders feeling her jump as he did but he explored her back with his hands feeling the softness of her hair and the firmness of her buttocks, the strength in her legs as he did. Having run his hands all over her back he moved back in front of her watching her face as he came into her view again.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

He gently put his hands on her shoulders feeling her jump as he did but he explored her back with his hands feeling the softness of her hair and the firmness of her buttocks, the strength in her legs as he did. Having run his hands all over her back he moved back in front of her watching her face as he came into her view again.

Miren endured the humiliation of being inspected like a piece of meat with apparent calm. Her mind spun with embarassment but she remained still and passive, her face bearing no more than the expression of prideful superiority common to her kind.

But it took all of her control to remain still after the first shock of his coarse hands on her delicate skin. How dare that creature touch her! She bit back an insult, but the feeling of revulsion remained deep in her belly.

She thought a few simple calming words, as his hands moved across her flesh and her face remained serene while her thoughts followed a tranquil and peaceful path, aware of but uneffected by what was happening to her. She could consider it all objectively.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Well, a man has been with me...although to you I suppose that is the same thing..." She looked up as Marcus glanced back at her. "I was taken by the Slaver before being sold to you...I was an innocent creature until then...but am no longer..." She looked away, shame evident on her face.

Marcus growled slightly at the thought. "He wouldn't have gotten away with that if you were human. Girls are more valuble as virgins. He turned back to face her and started to reach for her when he remembered the claws and fangs she possed thanks to him. "There is no shame in what happened, you are warrior, my father before he settled was also a strong warrior. You were, you are a prisoner and a slave there is no shame for you Keena."

Turning back to guide the horses he only glanced at her a few times after that. "If your hungry there should be some dried meat and bread wrapped in a cloth back there, along with several water skins. If your tired you can rest."

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

"He wouldn't have gotten away with that if you were human. Girls are more valuble as virgins..."

"Human or otherwise...a woman's maidenhood is surely worth more than just money..." Keena sighed sadly, letting her golden eyes drift out over the passing scenery, feeling her dreams of a family and a loving mate slipping from her body and her mind.

"There is no shame in what happened, you are warrior, my father before he settled was also a strong warrior. You were, you are a prisoner and a slave there is no shame for you Keena."

Keena glanced back towards Marcus as he turned his own eyes back to the road. There was a confusing edge to this man. He spoke of honour and with knowledge of just what that word meant. And yet he wanted a slave...what honour was to be had in being a slave...?

"If your hungry there should be some dried meat and bread wrapped in a cloth back there, along with several water skins. If your tired you can rest."

"Thank you..." Keena murmured softly, unwrapping the bread and meat and taking a small portion of the dried flesh for herself before putting it back. Chewing slowly she savoured the flavour, real food, the kind of which she had not had since her capture. After following it with a mouthful or two of water she laid back down, purring ever so slightly as the warm sun soothed her aching muscles, making her stretch and get comfortable for her dozing. She did not mean to fall asleep, not as deeply as she did, but her body feel into dreaming before she could stop herself. Dreams of the wide open plains of her homeland. Dreams of freedom.

 

[Sean Renaud]

It was late in the evening when they finally arrived at Marcus's farm. The only thing that came to greet him was was his dog, a collie named Goldie who nearly tackled him the moment he got down from the wagon. "It's good to see ou too girl, but you're not the lady of the house anymore." He hushed his dog and brought her around to the back of the wagon letting her get a glimpse of Keena before he pushed her away. "Now go do your job and keep my sheep from runniny away I wouldn't want anything to happen to them."

"Keena, wake up." He gently urged her. "We should go inside get some sleep where its warm and animals won't get at us. Besides I don't want you running while I sleep." He smiled still keeping his distance, a bad dream and him waking her held obvious risks.

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

Keena's dream had slowly turned into a nightmare, she had gone from running free across the plains to fleeing...trying to evade nets, snares and other traps...whips stinging out from bushes to try and tangle around her swiftly moving feet...

"...Keena, wake up..."

She was aware of a voice calling to her as she struggled to escape...to escape the nightmare...

"...We should go inside get some sleep where its warm and animals won't get at us. Besides I don't want you running while I sleep..."

She awoke with a jolt, ripping herself violently from the terrifying images in her mind, her back arched and claws out, teeth on show and an angry growl leaving her lips. It took a moment to realise she was no longer bound, no longer in the dank cells. Fresh air swirled around her, gradually cooling as the sun's warmth faded. Her eyes fell upon Macus and she sheathed her claws instantly.
"I...I'm sorry...I was having a bad dream..." She apologised, pulling the blanket around her and jumping down from the cart in a fluid motion, landing steadily upon her feet beside him. Looking around at the farm buildings and rolling land surrounding it, dotted with sheep. "This is a lovely place, Marcus..." Keena almost smiled.

 

[Sean Renaud]

He jumped back slightly at the sight of her fangs and claws. It was definitely going to take him a moment get used just how dangerous the feline beauty was. When she visibly calmed though he relaxed as well. "Thank you." He smiled and walked into the his home. Just the basics, a fireplace, chimney a bear skin stretched out infront of it. A small table set for two but only a single set of silverwear. Over the fireplace sat an equisite sheild, the match for the sword he'd been wearing and now replaced.

There were to small rooms off to the side, one seemed to be a closet filled with his clothing but the other was empty save for a pile of blankets and pillows. "That is where you will be spending the night, someplace I can lock." He forced a slight smile. "Let me warm up some soup for us, we'll fight in the morning it will give me a chance to rest from the long day. You've no idea how much trouble I had to go through to get you and keep you intact." He smirked. It will give you a chance to stretch and get your blood flowing, I'm afraid I don't konwn any womens clothing and I've no intention of heading to my father's tonight to borrow any so you'll just have to make do."

 

[sunandshadow]

Mairr crept up the alley, wrinkling his nose at the occasional piles of garbage. Then there was a narrow path between houses where he could see the road - and, unfortunately, be seen from it. After a moment of deliberation he decided to just leap across the distance, hoping that if anyone saw him they would only be able to make out a yellow blur. Perhaps they might mistage him for a dun ox or horse, particularly since no one would expect to see a dragon freely walking through the city. So he gathered himself on his powerful haunches and leapt, then waited, heart pounding and ears straining - the level of noise from the main street seemed to stay the same, no one was rushing in his direction, apparently he had not been spotted. Yet.

To check were he was in relation to the cage cart, Mairr found a place where there was no yard but only a large, solid building, perhaps a warehouse, between him and the main road. He again looked around carefully to make sure there were no witnesses, and stood up to his full eleven feet of height. He was relieved to have the chance to stretch his shoulders, back, and wings. Then he carefully poked his head up over the roof. There was the wagon, still ahead of him - he was lucky it was running into a lot of traffic or he might not have been able to keep up with it on foot. With a sigh Mairr once again folded his wings up tightly and continued slinking up the narrow, dirty alleyway like a giant rat. Were it not for the overriding importance of rescuing the young dragon Mairr would have found his dignity insulted by the situation; as it was the dangerous and unpleasant circumstances were preying on his nerves, putting the usually placid-tempered dragon into a bad mood.

Thus Mairr was far from pleased to hear a sudden gasp from his left, the side he had been ignoring in his worry about the main road to his right. Heart pounding in his chest, he whipped his head around toward the noise and saw - a drunkard sitting in the alley with a bottle clutched in his hand. The man looked terrified to be suddenly face-to-face with a dragon, and Mairr quickly assessed that although the man himself was not a threat, if he screamed some rather more threatening two-leggers might come running. So, summoning up his rudimentary knowledge of the human language, Mairr hissed, "You silent, I not eat you!"

Of course he would not really eat a sentient creature, especially not a filthy one reeking of alcohol, but it was common knowledge among dragons that humans who saw a dragon always expected to be eaten. And indeed the drunkard human responded well to the threat - his eyes widened and his gaping mouth snapped closed as if he never intended to open it again. "You SILENT!" Mairr added just to be sure. "Not say anyone anything about dragon! Understand?" The derelict nodded and Mairr's nose wrinkled at the strong scent of urine which suggested the human had lost control of his bladder. Snorting in disgust Mairr hesitated, but decided there was nothing more he could do to insure the man's silence without killing him; so Mairr left the man and hurried on, hoping the delay had not let the cage wagon get far enough that he would have to tate to the sky to search for it.

Why oh why had that foolish child been alone and close enough to human territory to get himself captured?! Why did the two-leggers have to take slaves in the first place?! And why did the two-leggers have to cram themselves together in such damn big, dirty, dangerous cities?!!! His hands starting to ache from so much unaccustomed walking on them, Mair forced himself to trot onward as fast as he could make his body go.

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

She followed him into the farmhouse, it was simple but homely. He led her around pointing out the two 'sleeping' rooms.

"That is where you will be spending the night, someplace I can lock."

Keena looked around the room, a pile of blankets and pillows in one corner. At least it would be more comfortable than the cells.

"Let me warm up some soup for us, we'll fight in the morning it will give me a chance to rest from the long day. You've no idea how much trouble I had to go through to get you and keep you intact."

"I appreciate the effort you put up to keep me as I am..." Keena inclined her head slightly in a shallow bow. Knowing that had she been declawed she would have been almost entirely defenceless out in the wild. Assuming she ever returned to the wild...

"It will give you a chance to stretch and get your blood flowing, I'm afraid I don't own any womens clothing and I've no intention of heading to my father's tonight to borrow any so you'll just have to make do."

Keena pulled the blanket around her a little tighter, fashioning a kind of sheath dress, tucking the corner of the material into the cleavage it created. Short and barely covering her tall frame, but at least it concealed her breasts and her sex.
"Is there anything I can do to help...?" She offered, she was used to being busy, hunting, working as part of the Pride. "I know you probably don't trust me outside to collect wood or anything but I could help in the kitchen..."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Is there anything I can do to help...?" She offered, she was used to being busy, hunting, working as part of the Pride. "I know you probably don't trust me outside to collect wood or anything but I could help in the kitchen..."

"It's going to take a long time to break you isn't it?" He smiled warmly, the firewood is around the backside of the house, a few logs should do us just fine." It wasn't that he entirely trusted her not to run, but he was confident that Goldie would be able to track her down quickly enough so her running was only a bit of an issue.

Marcus let her go though, instead busying himself with the dried meats and vegatables that would be put into the stew once things were ready to be made.

 

[Britwitch]

"It's going to take a long time to break you isn't it?...The firewood is around the backside of the house, a few logs should do us just fine."

Keena nodded and headed out of the door. Following the outside of the house around behind it, finding a large woodpile. Stopping to let her eyes take in her surroundings, noticing his pet had followed her, no doubt to stop her from running. Although the animal's tail was wagging from side to side and it's expression was friendly. She had no intention of running, besides being tired and malnourished, she had sworn not to fight until the agreed time, and that oath of honour included staying around until the battle had taken place.
Keena tentatively squatted down before it, reaching out to stroke it's head, behind it's ears. The animal seemed to like it and moved nearer, licking her hand inbetween her strokes.
"Well, your master can't be all that bad to have such a friendly pet...if you are as affectionate to him as you are to me...you must like him..." Keena admitted to the animal she believed human's called a 'dog', giving a final scratch behind the ears before standing and moving to scoop up some of the logs, she balanced four in one arm and two on the other as she headed back around to the door.
Stepping inside, she could see Marcus was busy preparing their food and so she set about setting the fire. Laying kindling, then smaller pieces of wood, before balancing one of the large logs on the top. Within moments of the sparks touching the kindling, the fireplace was roaring heartily.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Marcus turned to face her obviously a little impressed that she hadn't ran when he gave her the chance but he didn't say anything else. He didn't feel that there was a need for him to say anything, instead he just cooked up the hearty stew with the meat and vegatables and poured them two equal bowls. He was more than a little curious about his knew pet but he kept his hands and largely his eyes to his self as he ate largely in silence.

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

She ate the stew gratefully, even the vegetables, which were not something her kind ate a lot of. But the meat was good and the liquid it was suspended in was warm and tasty. Every so often she glanced up towards Marcus at the other end of the modest table, eating his own food in silence, and apparently deep in thought. Once they had finished eating they sat at the table for a little while. Neither one speaking, both just staring in to the flames dancing in the fireplace, both with their own thoughts running through their minds no doubt.

Keena's thoughts were of the fight that would take place in the morning. Trying to decide what tactics and moves to use, she didn't want to hurt Marcus...no more than she would have to...after all he had been kind and generous enough to offer the chance to win her freedom...but she needed to leave him in no doubt of her strength when...if....she won...she simply couldn't afford to have him change his mind about her freedom should he lose...

 

[bullshot]

Jason

Jason was surprised at the lack of response from Miren after the first shiver that went through her as he touched her, he’d expected some form of protest as he was sure she didn’t consider herself a slave at the moment the examining of her buttocks and the caressing of her legs should have brought some reaction. He wasn’t really bothered as he was certain as he moved around to the front of her that the handling of her breasts and the teasing of her nipples would have some effect and then as his fingers slipped into her sex she was bound to complain.

Before he could start handling the front of her body a runner arrived. “We’ve captured a young dragon it fought the nets and has injured itself,” the runner told him. Normally in a situation like this Jason would have had the dragon killed but he had a healer standing in front of him so he wondered if she could help as a live dragon would bring a good price.

“Can you help it?” he asked Miren wondering how far her healing powers extended. “We’ll have to keep it secured because it’s to dangerous to free it form its binding,” he explained expecting her to refuse if they didn’t untie it.

While he waited for her to reply he walked towards where he knew the dragon would be caged in a separate area from the normal slaves. If Miren could heal it he’d put it up on the block immediately and try to sell it at the best price he could not wanting to keep it around as it could kill the slaves easily.

Another runner arrived. “I’ve just received a report of a strange creature hiding in the forest near to the city, from the description it sounds like a Nymph,” the runner explained.

Jason smiled at this they brought a high price on the block as some rich citizens kept them in large glass tanks because of their metamorphoses to mermaids when in water they were very rare in this area usually only found around the coast.

“Send out a search party to see if you can track it down,” he instructed before returning his attention to Miren.

 

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Miren

The interuption was a welcome blessing as far as the Elf was concerned, she was aware the brutish exploration of her body would continue until the slaver was satisfied he knew all of her, so when the beast finally stopped pawing at her, Miren's relief was almost audible.

“Can you help it?” he asked Miren wondering how far her healing powers extended. “We’ll have to keep it secured because it’s to dangerous to free it form its binding,” he explained expecting her to refuse if they didn’t untie it.

Miren purses her lips, giving his question serious consideration before answering. She has no desire to become the healer to all manner of beasties and creatures, especially where it benefits the slaver... but in her heart she knows she can't refuse to ease a pain or heal an injury if it is within her abilites.

"My personal experience with dragons is naturally quite limited. However, some things are beneficial to all living creatures, magical or mundane." She nods her head, "Depending on the nature of its injuries, yes. I can help it."