To buy a slave

[Sean Renaud]

Marcus ate several bowls of the stew, always being generous to with his soon to be pet making sure she had enough to eat. It was growing late, or early depending on how you looked at it but he was only begining to grow tired, the excitement of ownig a slave, particularly one as beautiful as this was already quickly gettin gto him, the only reason he even finally got up and gently escorted her to her room with one final bowl was that he knew both of them needed to get some sleep. he would pull a few blankets in front of the fire for himself.

It was just passed morning that he finally woke back up and moved to Keena's door listening in to see if she was awake yet, not sure he unlocked the door as quietly as he could and cracked her door assuming she'd leave when she was ready. In the mean time he started cooking breakfast, a simple pair of eggs for both of them, and large chunk of bread and butter.

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

After a few more bowls of the stew had been placed in front of her, Keena got the distinct impression that Marcus was finally beginning to grow tired. Leading her towards her 'room', leaving her with a bowl of the food...for overnight she assumed. Closing and locking the door once she had settled down upon the blankets in the corner. She fell asleep quite quickly and awoke in the morning relieved to find the nightmares of the previous day did not return to plague her dreams.
When she did awake she noticed immediately that her door had been unlocked and opened and the smell of cooking eggs was drifting through from the kitchen.
Standing and stretching, wrapping the blanket around her body once more...after all, she wasn't his just yet...she walked out into the kitchen.
"Good Morning..." She said softly as Marcus cut bread for them both.

 

[lushlips18]

Taya

Taya sat in the cave she had found attempting to start a small fire. So far the cave had been the best hiding spot yet though she knew it would be safer to keep changing it up. She had to be so careful not to be seen or leave behind any kind of trail. If it wasn't for the woods it would have been harder to find shelter and food. The worst part was she had to avoid her one true love: water. That was the hardest of all. She had to avoid ponds, streams and rivers because she knew she would want to go in them. And then there was the rain... She had to make sure to stay out of it or risk changing which would leave her helpless. She needed a way out soon or she would wind up captured again.

 

[bullshot]

Jason

“Let’s go and see how badly its hurt then,” Jason replied as he led the way to another enclosure stepping back as they approached the cage it was in so that Miren could perform her magic and heal it if she could.

He knew that Miren like all slaves disliked him but that didn’t bother him it took a while for slaves to realise that they were better off being nice to him as it prevented the rest of the men from using them. He knew that Miren didn’t realise that at the moment she was his to do with as he pleased, yes he’d sent a ransom note to her house but that would take time to arrive and get back in the meantime he owned her.

Tomorrow he was going to put her on the block for auction with the highest bidder getting her only if her house didn’t agree to pay the ransom price, if he didn’t consider the highest bid was high enough he’d put her up the following day as well and carry on until he got a suitable bid. After being manhandled by the prospective buyers for a couple of days she would probably do almost anything to avoid more.

But at the moment his main concern was the young dragon and whether Miren could heal it enough for him to sell quickly, he watched her as she worked marvelling at her skills.

 

[bullshot]

The Hunters

The hunters left Jason’s holdings and headed for the woods starting at the point where the citizen had said they’d seen the Nymph and spreading out to search from there carefully avoiding making any noise.

They worked in pairs and had nearly searched the whole wood when the leader of one pair suddenly stopped and pointed to his nose the other sniffed the air and nodded they could both smell wood smoke. Making the sound of a bird they waited for the others to join them as nobody should be in the woods with a fire, either they’d found their prey or found somebody who was breaking the law.

Knowing the area they were sure that the smoke was coming from a small cave especially if it was the Nymph as she’d have to avoid rain if she wasn’t to be left helpless and unable to run. They crept closer to the cave but as they approached one man slipped on some shingle making a noise, they all froze and waited to see what would happen.

 

[lushlips18]

Taya

Taya froze as she heard a sound. When she was younger she would have dismissed it for that of an animal. But now, she knew better. She left the fire as she began to creep further and further into the back of the cave. She didn't know how far back it went or even if it dead ended all she knew was she had to get out someway. She would not go back to that she could not. She had avoided been violated last time but there was no way she could get as lucky twice and that thought horrified her. She would not let someone take away her maidenhood for any price it was disturbing. No she would fight and kill if need be.

 

[bullshot]

The Hunters

The hunters knew that there was a smaller exit on the top of the cliff and two guys had already arrived there before the guy had slipped giving them away, knowing that stealth was now useless they moved quickly into the entrance of the cave. They could see that the fire was still burning but whoever was in the cave was obviously going to try to climb the chimney at the back to get out before being caught.

Unfortunately for them that had already been anticipated and the exit was covered by a tent like net so that once somebody came out that way the net would close and they’d be trapped inside. As they moved further into the cave they could hear scrambling as somebody climbed up the chimney they reached the bottom of the chimney and laughed as they saw her nearly at the top.

“There’s no way out that way,” the leader shouted up to her. “You might as well come back down,” he added wondering if she would get trapped in the net or comeback down and get trapped by them.

 

[lushlips18]

"And go back to slavery? NEVER!!! " She continued to clim and yelped when a net closed around her hoiting her up and containing her inside. She struggled enrages and pulled, bit, and scratched at the net trying to find release. If once she had a balde or a sharp jagged rock. She knew it was no use but she would not go without a struggle, and struggle she did.

 

[bullshot]

The Hunters

The hunters at the bottom of the chimney laughed louder as they heard her yelp knowing that their taunting had made her careless as she climbed, they knew that once they’d reached the top of the cliff they’d find her hoisted up in the net attached to a strong branch.

Soon they had fitted a pole through the netting and were carrying her still struggling to get out of the net towards the city and the slave pens where their boss Jason would be pleased with their catch. A runner had gone on ahead to tell Jason that they had indeed captured a Nymph.

They didn’t know if she’d be put on the block or if Jason or they themselves would have the use of her first they did know that from the way she was struggling she’d be exhausted by the time they reached their desination.

 

[sunandshadow]

Mairr wanted to hiss in frustration, but even that tiny noise might give them away. He had followed the cage-wagon with the captive green dragon child to the slave market, with growing difficulty as the area became more open and the stone buildings dwindled to brightly-colored tents. Fortunately the cage-wagon pulled to a halt in a fenced-in, but unroofed, wagon yard. The driver hopped down and strode into the main building, and slaves came out and began unhitching the oxen from the cart, so Mairr was reassured that the young dragon would not be taken any farther, at least for the moment. Perhaps they would remove his bindings now, that would be an excellent opportunity for an escape attempt.

But Mairr couldn't just stay where he was and watch, any minute now a two-legger might wander this way and spot him. He eyed the surrounding buildings. The slaver's building was only one floor high, with a dark, slanted roof Mairr would have difficulty clinging to and be totally visible agiainst. Another side of the wagon yard was walled by a long wooden building to which the slaves were now taking the oxen after having watered them at the trough. It smelled of oxen, horses, various other beasts, and hay... must be a stable then. Most of the building was only one story tall, but the end was higher, with outside doors and a pulley system - perhaps for hauling up bales of hay or bags of oats. The roof had a shallow pitch, but it slanted away from the wagon yard so rain draining off it wouldn't turn the yard to mud. He would still be able to be seen from the far side... but, it was the best available possibility.

Mairr slowly circled the compound, making his way to the far side of the stable. This turned out to be a fenced grassy field with a few horses pastured in it and - Mairr quickly yanked his head back out of sight - the slaves bringing the oxen through the stable and shooing them through a gate into the pasture. After a few moments he heard the creak of the gate latching. Then after a few more moments of silence he cautiously poked his head around the corner again - no two-leggers in sight. One of the horses snorted, and Mairr found it looking straight at him. He winced, expecting it to whinny in fear... but is just eyed him for a moment, then went back to eating.

That was odd. Horses and other grazing beasts were usually afraid of dragons because dragons sometimes hunted them. But these seemed very calm. Mairr came out from the corner and walked up to the pasture fense, moving slowly so as to seem as non-threatening as possible. The horses started moving slowly to the far side of the pasture, but still did not seem alarmed. Mairr grinned - these beasts must have been trained to obey stolidly despite being asked to transport all manner of strange captured creatures, struggling, hissing and yowling and stinking of fear and maybe blood; now they were totally unphazed by a dragon walking slowly by, and the slavers' careful training would contribute to their own undoing.

Mairr walked the rest of the way across the pasture to the stable and peeked in the door.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Good Morning..." Keena said as she emerged from her room.

"Mornin." He didn't smile at her this time, even though he wanted to. He was already getting himself mentally prepared for the fight that was going be taking place. Still he wouldn't let himself be rude, until she became a pet she was still a guest in his home so he laid the breakfast of eggs, bacon and bread before her before sitting down.

"I was originally going to fight you in the barn but since you have already given your word you won't run I see no reason not to do it out on my empty feild." He said as he started eating.

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

"Mornin."

Keena sat down at the table without another word. He was clearly getting his mind ready for their 'battle' already, she didn't want to try and put him off. She muttered a genuine, "Thank you", as he placed the steaming food in front of her before beginning his own breakfast, but that was all.

"I was originally going to fight you in the barn but since you have already given your word you won't run I see no reason not to do it out on my empty feild."

Keena merely nodded her agreement, the field or the barn, made no real difference to the tactics and methods that were running through her head. Defending herself against a rockface, surrounded by more then 6 had been relatively easy once. She didn't think a human in a field was going to be too bad to face.
Once their plates were empty there was a semi awkward silence, both knew what had to follow. Neither one particularly ready to state it out loud.

 

[lushlips18]

Taya

Taya continued to struggle throughtout the ordeal. The more she struggled it just seemed the more energy it took from her. She was tired and weary. She could've slept the way there but she made herself stay awake. It would be better to stay awake and memorize her surroundings so if she did break free she would know where to go and where not to go. If there was a next time she had decided already she would kill them all. It was not in her nature to harm or kill but desprete times called for desprete measures, and now she felt more desperate then ever.

 

[bullshot]

The hunters

When they finally arrived at the compound the hunters threw the net containing the Nymph into a deep pool knowing that she’d change once she was in the water but still wouldn’t be able to free herself from the net. They were also aware that once she was wet it would take her time to change back to human form giving them the freedom to undo the net and deal with her without having to fight her.

They pulled the net out of the water and undid it freeing the mermaid that she’d changed into of course once she was out of the water in this form she had difficulty in breathing although not enough to cause her to die through suffocation. They suspended her by her arms to a post just like the ones on the block and waited for her to take human form again then once that happened secured her feet to the rings with her legs open enough to allow access to her sex.

Leaving her suspended there with only one guy to watch her while the leader went to repost to Jason that they’d found the Nymph and to tell him where they’d left her knowing that Jason would deal with her when he was ready.

 

[sunandshadow]

The stable held, annoyingly enough, one and only one slave who was sweeping the floor. There were no animals in the stalls, they were all either out in the pasture in this good weather or out being used by the humans. There was a bit of a commotion out in the wagon yard, and one human called in to the slave to bring buckets. The slave propped his broom against a wall, took two buckets off of pegs in the wall, and carried them outside.

Mair tensed - was this his opportunity, or would the slave come back inside too soon and catch him sneaking around? It was one thing to be caught outside where he could take to the air, but if he was caught inside a building that would be it, he would almost certainly be captured, and if he tried to fight he would probably be seriously injured because he would be trapped in range of their swords. His tail lashed nervously. Was he really willing to risk his own capture or death on the unlikely chance that he could free the young dragon? He didn't even know the child - but it really didn't matter, because the green dragon was a child, and dragons held the protection of children to be at the very core of being an honorable adult.

What if it were his own child? Mairr though suddenly. He had no children, but wished to have them if he could ever find a mate to have them with. If his own child was captured by slavers he would feel like tearing apart with his bare hands any coward didn't try to save his child. This child's parents might very well be searching the woods desperately for him at this very moment. Mairr heard splashing out in the stable yard - he decided to assume that the slave would be busy doing something with those buckets for a little while. Taking a deep breath Mairr vaulted over the gate and into the stable, ran as fast as he could to the hayloft ladder, and scrambled up it.

Once on the second floor he was slightly safer, he would hear any slave approaching and it was defensible because the two-leggers could only climb up the ladder one at a time. But still, he immediately needed to somehow hide himself in the small space if he didn't want to be discovered as soon as a slave came up for more hay. There wasn't much in the hayloft - really there were only two possible places to hide, in the hay or in the rafters. The hay would be easier - his yellow coloring would stand him in good stead for once, although he risked being stabbed by overzealous pitchforking if the slave hadn't already got all the fresh hay he needed for the day. The rafters looked cobwebby, ick, and he would be in plain sight if a slave in the hayloft happened to look up - but then again it was a truism among dragons that two-leggers never look up unless you give them reason to. The deciding factor, though, was the little octagonal window in the peak of the roof - it was propped open and faced the wagonyard, where he would be able to see the cage-wagon the child was in.

As quitely as possible, in case any slaves had reentered the stable and might hear suspicious creaking from the hayloft above, Mairr pulled himself up into the rafters, shuddering at the cobwebs. Trying not to think about the possibility of spiders walking on him, he peered out the window and saw more people standing aroung the cage-wagon than previously. Two of the slaves were throwing buckets of water on the young dragon - torturing it, or washing it? Were the humans so afraid of it they wouldn't go within arm's length even though it was still bound so tightly it couldn't move? Now more humans emerged, seeming to have weapons pointed at a female - or no, the female seemed not to be a human, but some other species of two-legger. What was happening now?

 

[Sean Renaud]

He knew she was thinking the same thing that he was but he had eve less desire to put it into words than she did. He'd only had her around for a few days but he already felt like she was supposed to be there. Still he knew what he needed to do so he stood and walked over to the fire place taking down his sheild. He took the sword down as well fastening the sheath to it. After all he didn't want to hurt her any more than he had to. It was still likely that he'd break a bone if he got a truly solid blow on her.

Without saying a single word he opened the door and walked out of it. Immediatly Goldie tried to tacke him he pushed her down gently. "Stay here Goldie, you need to keep the house safe." He walked past his field, right now partially empty as nothing was growing just yet as the harvest had just passed. He waked until they were in the center of a field that only had a thin layer of grass growing then turned to face her.

"Come get your freedom if you can." He settled his weight slightly having a pretty good idea of how she was going to attack. He wasn't as strong or as fast as she was but he was fairly certain that the training from his father gave him an edge, particularly when coupled with the fact that he didn't look like a warrior.

 

[lushlips18]

Taya

Taya struggled weakly against the binds. They obviously were smarter then she had orginally thought. Changing forms back and forth had taken alot out of her. How her body longed to sleeo and escape for just a few moments but she would not allow it.

"Let...me...go.." she whispered. It was the most she could manage. During her last captivity she had manged to learn bits and peices of the human language. She hated it. The language was just as harsh and cruel as they were.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

Miren tried to assess the dragon’s injuries as she approached the cage but eetween the cage bars and the bindings used to restrain the dragon, there was no way she could get an accurate picture of his injuries.

She spoke to him in the tongue of the Elves. As she neared him ,she held out her palms to show she had no weapons. Her voice was low, calming and reassuring, her words were little more than an introduction and a litany of her skills and qualifications, and an explanation of what she wanted to do for him.

Without hesitation, she slid in between the bars of the large cage and knelt down next him.

Her words wove a charm of calm around both her and the dragon, not enough to claim his free-will, if he decided to attack her he still could. The spell was simply to keep him calm, so that he wouldn't react emotionally, he would have to think first.

She looked at the dragon, close up before preparing to touch the poor, wounded thing.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

Miren places her long-fingered hand upon the Dragon and a hundred images flood her mind. She steps back in shock but does not break contact. Slowly, the flood turns to a trickle and she can sort through them as they appear until she sees the memory of the Dragon's capture.

Miren remains in the cage with the Dragon for a few more minutes, she continues to speak to him but if he understands her he gives no indication. Finished with the dragon Miren gets out of the cell, the same out the same way she got in - between the bars of the cage.

She speaks directly to the slaver. "The dragon is a youngling." She states simply. "His injuries were not serious. I took care of them. However, he lost a great deal of blood, he needs rest and plenty of meat to help him replace it."

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

"Come get your freedom if you can."

She paused, her body taut as she looked at him. They had left the house in silence, him with sheathed sword and shield in hand, her weaponless but not defenceless. She had stretched her arms as they'd headed into the field, feeling the strength as she relaxed and tensed the muscles beneath her fur. Knowing this fight was going to be as much about agility and tactics as it would be about sheer brute force.

Taking a deep breath she launched herself at him, spinning past him and the shield he brought slamming down towards her and ended up behind him, her arm ready to lock around his neck in victory but the sword came swinging back and narrowly missed her head. She was forced to duck and take a few steps back. She had sworn to keep her claws sheathed, as he had his sword, but with them she would simply have scratched him and been gone. Even as a warrior she knew it would have been an easy and unfair victory.

He charged at her next, she dodged his blows with ease and the pair carried on in this manner for sometime. Until she misjudged the ground beneath her feet and stumbled, all but landing at his feet in a more then compromising position, on her back, legs parted and arms at her sides trying to get her back up onto her feet. He slowly lowered the tip of the sheathed sword towards her neck and simply held it there, above her slightly heaving chest. The 'blanket-dress' parting slightly to show most of her thigh as she lay before him. Beaten.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Goddamn she's quick. Was the first thought that raced through his mind as she charged. He managed to duck behind the shield, atleast partially but it didn't matter. He was only vaguely aware of where she was. Marcus kept close behind her though, his original plan scrapped nearly instantly but he got lucky and she stumbled.

"Do you yeild?" He asked intentionally moving the tip of the sword slightly away from her throat giving her a chance to regain her footing if she really wanted it. He was already on the balls of his toes prepared for whatever decision she went with.

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

"Do you yield?"

Keena was a warrior and a warrior knew when a fight was won. Had his sword been unsheathed he could have killed her with a single thrust. Closing her eyes for a moment she took a deep, slightly shaky sigh. If she couldn't keep her freedom, she would at least keep what little honour she had left.
Opening her golden eyes and looking back up at him she inclined her head slightly in a shallow bow.
"I yield..." Pausing ever so slightly before finishing. "...Master..."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"I yield..." Pausing ever so slightly before finishing. "...Master..."

He grinned slightly at the slave and extended a hand for her. "Let's get you up slave." As soon as she was on her feet one hand moved to her rump and pulled her against him kissing her firmly. "You are truly a beautiful woman, I wonder training a soldier should be easy after all you already had extensive training in obedience." He smiled warmly releasing her.

"Follow me." He had already decided that the best way to train Keena was going to be with kindness, there wasn't much purpose in being brutal with her when this seemed likt it was going to get the job done just fine so he lead her her to the orchard, where there was plenty of shade.

"Kneel." He commanded pointing to a spot in the shade.

 

[Britwitch]

Keena

"Let's get you up slave."

Keena graciously took his hand although she was more than a little taken aback when his other hand moved to grasp her behind through the blanket and pulled her body against his, kissing her firmly. Her body tensed and her instinct was to pull away and scratch him. But she fought it. She had given her word to accept her new position and she realised this was the kind of thing she was to accept. It wasn't so bad, he was gentler than the Slaver had been.

"You are truly a beautiful woman, I wonder training a soldier should be easy after all you already had extensive training in obedience...Follow me."

Keena followed obediently, back through the field and into the orchard, her head bowed slightly and gaze upon the floor.

"Kneel."

His tone was authoritative and she knew this was her first real command as his slave. Closing her eyes for a second, she knelt gracefully before him, her head still bowed and hands folded in her lap lightly.
"Yes Master..." She replied quietly.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Yes Master..." She replied quietly.

Marcus slowly walked around his new slave, a bright smile on his face. "Always be proud of who and what you are Keena." He gently brought her hands behind her back, and corrected her posture, pushing her stomach in and her chest out. He spread her legs lewdly then finallay crouching in front of her he lifted her chin.

"You are much to beautiful to hide your face from the world Keena. You have beautiful eyes as well so don't hide them, or anything else. Something as lovely as you should be constantly on display." He gently kissed her forhead then walked around her again examining her body.