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Thread: What is Forbidden (for butterfly0408)

The boat carrying Tarok arrived within the hour, a company of guard escorting him to the palace being as much protection for him as from him. Kaisa was made to stand by her father's side amongst his slaves and advisors, crammed next to the fan girls he so enjoyed. The high-ranking families were convened in the throne room, watching the golden entrance with fear as the man they had thrown to wolves returned. This man was very different from the younger Tarok that had been dragged out of the city five years ago. His clothing consisted of only a ragged loincloth, fashioned by himself out of the hide of some rabid animal, and the tattoos that now graced his chest and arms. A circle inked in red lay emblazoned on his chest filled with ancient symbols that few knew the meaning off, a kind of last-ditch protection against the spirit world for one abandoned to the darkness. He was covered in dirt, grime, sweat, and one could also make out specks of blood here and there. His hair was longer now and wild and his eyes darted back and forth around the room as if he expected an attack at any moment. A crude stone knife was tied to his waist and in his hand he carried a long walking stick of gnarled wood, a old human skull topping it. Just looking into the empty sockets made one uncomfortable, as if something was watching back. He stopped, barefoot, on the same spot he had stood when he had been sentenced five years ago. His gaze only flickered to Kaisa for a moment, his expression unreadable save for anger at everything around him. All was quite as he regarded the chief, the two men exchanging heated glares until Tarok broke the silence. I have four demands. His voice echoed through the chamber and the onlookers breathed a collective sigh of relief. The chief raised his hand towards him, just as eager as Tarok to skip the pleasantries. Name them. First, he raised his finger, I want a full pardon for all crimes I was accused of. The chief nodded, expecting as such. Second, another finger. Any and all tools and ingredients I ask for will be given to me. No questions. No arguments. Again, the chief relented. There was little they could stand to lose at this point. Third, three fingers now. I will have any area of my choosing in the temple. There are plenty in the deeper quarters, provided you haven't sealed them as well. As the chief once against nodded Tarlok held up the fourth and last finger. Fourth, his eyes looked at Kaisa, teeth clenching as he remembered the sight of her falling into the arms of her lover. I want Kaisa stripped of her rank and title. I want you to disown her completely as your daughter. I want her, he took a deep breath. to be made my slave, to be done with as I so choose as is our custom. The silence in the room was deafening and the chief raised his eyebrow, surprised but not shocked by the request. The nobles in the room were whispering to another, buzzing like insects as they looked fro Tarlok to Kaisa, wondering what would happen. Done, the chief relented. This had been a far cheaper exchange than he had expected and he was, on the whole, pleased.
Thread: What is Forbidden (for butterfly0408)

Kaisa felt her heart rise and fall all in the same heartbeat as Tarok made his grand entrance back into her life and the lives of the whole tribe. One look at him and emotions that she had long ago buried rose back to the surface. Things she did not even realize she had felt for him rose again. Back then, she knew there was a bond, and attraction between them, but she had never allowed herself to explore. Having been betrothed to Calder, she never allowed herself to really explore what could be with Tarok. Yet now? Seeing him walk into the room, for a moment she realized this was a second chance to her. For them. A gentle smile rose up to her lips as she say him. That smile slipped away seconds later as she took in the full sight of him and how he had changed. It was not only her that time had changed. The man that came walking into the room looked like her Tarok but behind his eyes, she could see he was not the same man. Not by a long shot. Fulfilling her promise to not speak, Kaisa stood in silence, listening along with the rest of the tribe in attendance to this ground breaking event. The first three demands were no shock to her. They were all that he deserved after all. Then the fourth demand was spoken. Their eyes had locked for just a second before the words slipped from his lips and all hope she had for them died for she could see his burning hate for her within his eyes. Time seemed to slow to a stand still as he spoke of the final demand. What he asked was like a death sentence to her. Once lowered to the level of a slave, she could never hope to be anything more then that again until the day she died. In becoming a slave, she lost all the basic rights of humanity and could never gain them back again. She would never again be free to walk down a street or go where she pleased, do what she pleased. It was a terribly demeaning request for him to make. To wish it upon her... he truly did hate her, didn't he? Even more so then her father who gladly fulfilled the request. In the blink of an eye, the deed was done. No more had to be said. With just one word, a simple 'done,' she was now a slave. Kaisa stood where she was, still staring across the space that separated them, her eyes shining with the betrayal and hurt she felt for what he had just done to her. All those around her instantly started to look at her differently. Those once her equals now allowed their chins to raise up and look down upon her while those that were once lower now dared to look upon her as an equal for that was exactly what she was now.
Thread: What is Forbidden (for butterfly0408)

Would you have her delivered to your future quarters? the Chief asked, not looking his daughter in the eyes. Tarlok shifted his gaze towards her once again, trying to see her as he would a slave. He could remember using them in the past, resources to be used as he needed, a source for ingredients. Looking at her now he could almost see Calder standing beside her, wrapping his arms around her while she hid in his embrace. The image darkened his already dirty features. I would have her brought to me now, bound and kneeling. Her father raised one hand and she was suddenly flanked by two guards, one of whom had 'rescued' her from Tarlok all those years ago. While before he had shown concern now he was rough and demanding, eager to join in the humiliation of one who was once royal blood. A long, strong rope was brought out before her as they grabbed her wrists, binding them together roughly. The rope bit into her skin, unused the rough treatment, as the knot was tightened as she was dragged from her fathers side and to her future. And...you will release us from this curse? the chief inquired of him while his daughter, no, while a slave was dragged from his side. He showed not the least bit of care for her predicament, her free-spirited nature a constant thorn in his side. He had other children, other daughters, and if need be he could always make more. Tarlok didn't respond, simply watching as she was led down the steps to his level and shoved to the ground before him. Her knees landed on the polished stone of the royal chambers, head forced down towards the floor by the guard. For a moment he simply stared at her before he reached his staff out and tipped her chin up to look at him. He was stern and cold, years in the jungle hardening his features and building his body's strength. Gone was the laid back young man who was always looking to see her smile. Now he only wanted to see her as she was on her knees. Where is your husband, Kaisa? he asked, ignoring the questions from the chief.
Thread: What is Forbidden (for butterfly0408)

Why was he doing this? Had life in the jungles changed him this much that the man that once could be the only one to make her heart sore and feel accepted... was now the one that was ripping that very same heart from her breast? The one making her feel alone in the world? For many years, while alone in the temple to be left to kneel and pray she often though of reuniting with Tarok. This was far from the reunion she dreamed of. As the guards acted upon their given orders, Kaisa was left with nothing to do but accept it. She wiggled only a little as they pulled her along. It seemed to her thought when they bound her wrists that when she flinched a bit from how tight they tied her, the only then tightened it just a little more. What else could she do? It was not as if she had any choice in the matter. Not even a free spirit could help her now. If anything, a free spirit within a slave could only get her killed. Before long, she was humiliated to be forced onto her knees with a loud banging. There was a small gasp from the people around them watching, whispered erupting from them all. Some things about the master finally returning for the servant. As he lifted her chin to look up at him, something would suddenly be noticeable that the distance from across the room would have hidden. It was scar right neat the corner of her right eye. The remains of someone carving into the skin with a fine tool. The design was in finely detailed and a pattern of swirls from the temple whose's true meaning could only be known to those that studied the magic of light. But others knew it's meaning. It was the make she bore as one who had suffered the process of being purified in the temple. It was a secret ritual only known to those that performed it and had suffered it. At the spot where it was, there was no way the carver of the scar could have avoided her cheek bone while carving it. One had to wonder what other scars she might bare as well. Kaisa looked up at him no longer with the same spark her eyes once held. If he hoped to find joy in extinguished the light once in her soul, it seemed he would not have the joy. It appeared someone had already gotten rid of it. I have no husband, she told him, her voice not the same cheerful tone as when she once spoke to him. I never have and never will. Calder is long dead. Died but a month after you were banished. Your hope to humiliate me is, I am afraid, not as powerful as you hope. I have long been disowned by my father in action. You have only now given him the reason to make it in name as well.
Thread: What is Forbidden (for butterfly0408)

He did recognize that scar. He had seen it several times upon slaves he had once used for his rituals, at least upon the women. The priests never lost an opportunity to scar a young girl through their purification rites, be they slave or royal. He had not thought they would have subjected her to such a torture, assuming Calder would have protected what belonged to him. And to hear that he had been dead all this time when all these years he had imagined the look on his face as his wife was dragged away to slavery. Her own look of anguish when she learned she would never see her precious Calder again. A moments doubt crossed his features, but it was only a moment. The flames of vengeance soon burnt away any pity he might have had for her or her situation. He had suffered for five years in the jungle and was owed much by her and her people. Now he would collect. A loud smack echoed through the chambers ushering a gasp from many of the onlookers as Tarok slapped her face. Never would he have laid a hand on her in their youth but now it was all he could think of. I asked you a single question slave, he said, voice laced with venom. I did not ask for your opinion on the subject. Unable to look at her any longer he stepped forward, leaving her on the floor behind him with her reddened cheek. I can remove the curse that blights your land, he announced. Their land. Not his. But it will take time and it will take sacrifice. I only question your resolve when my earlier methods upset you so easily. Hold you're tongue, devil! One of the priests suddenly shouted only to be shoved back by a quick guard. Chief Kah tightened his grip on his throne, his slaves fanning faster as the sensed his anger. Do not question our resolve Witchdoctor. Have I not given up my own daughter to save our people? Already he was using her enslavement to his advantage. No doubt when this story was told around the bonfires the storytellers would speak of his anguish over his loss and the love of his people. Tarlok smirked though there was little mirth behind it. So you have. With nothing more to say he turned to leave, taking the robe that bound her wrists with him. He pulled it tight and gave her little time to get to her feet to follow him, intent on humiliating her further with the display. Flanked by guards he dragged her through the halls of the royal palace that had once been so brightly lit but were not steeped in near darkness. Coming to a small alcove he stopped, pulling her towards him and looking at the guards. Leave. The guards hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not they were to follow orders from the likes of him. The banging of his staff answered them and they bowed, in fear and forced respect, before moving to other halls. Alone now for the first time in five years he looked at her, eyes taking in her body. She had changed...more than he had expected and in different way. You are the slave to a witchdoctor now, he told her. Do you know what that means? She had seen him use other slaves before, cutting their hair, bleeding them, testing rituals, though never to their permanent harm. She would be so lucky.
Thread: What is Forbidden (for butterfly0408)

The blow came so quickly and so unexpected from him, it instantly brought tears to her eyes. Both from the blow itself and from the realization that it was Tarok that had given it to her. As he stepped beyond her and started to speak with her father, all attention went to them expect for hers. Kaisa remained frozen with her hand on her cheek, feeling the heat from it still. What happened to him? What had happened to her Tarok? Tarok would never have hit her. Back then that is. This reunion between them was far from the joyful occasion she had hoped for. She was swift to get to her feet as he pulled her along, before she suffered to much of a scraping of her legs against the ground. Following behind him, her head down like a proper slave, she did everything she knew she was expected to. Said nothing. Looked at no one, even though she knew everyone was looking at her and whispered about her humiliation. Eyes upon her of scorn upon her. No pity to be seen by anyone. When alone with him at last, she did not dare to look up at him as he spoke to her. What was the point? All she could see there in his eyes would be a person she no loner knew. It would only hurt to look into his eyes and no longer know him. She knew what being his slave meant. At least she knew what it once meet. He did what he did for the greater good. He only pushed his slaves so far. Something in his voice now though felt more like a death sentence. It was different now, I know what being your slave once meant, but... I feel it means something different to you now. Still keeping her head down, she dared to ask, already bracing herself to be hit once more, Do you plan to stop before it takes my life? Or do you not care to?
Thread: What is Forbidden (for butterfly0408)

Again he struck in her anger, marking other cheek this time. The way she spoke, as if she had expected him to be the same man that would have welcomed her with open arms before, infuriated him. Do not talk about how things were! You sat her in your luxury for fives years while I suffered, and you 'feel' it means something different? He scoffed. I will use you for whatever need suits me at the time, whenever it suits me. And do not think I would ever grant you the reprieve of death! You were not so merciful then so I see no reason to be now. His gaze caught her scar again. The odd swirl scratching at a part of his mind he hadn't look back on in years. Before he could focus on it his eyes suddenly rolled back, a shine of blackness overtaking them for a brief moment as he fell against the wall clutching at the tattoo on his chest. The sight of him would bring to mind the words of the priests of the tremble, harking back on her training. The signs of someone who is possessed by evil spirits. It lasted only a moment but it left him sweating and breathing hard, the witchdoctor pulling himself back up and acting like nothing happened. You...did not marry Calder? he suddenly asked. Then what have you been doing all this time?
Thread: Tame master, forceful slave (Jane X QB)

Robin Winter Thomas Winsley Adam Dahl Catherine McKinnons
Thread: Tame master, forceful slave (Jane X QB)

The hunger in Adam's eyes had always attracted Robin, but seeing the interest flare in Thomas's gave her the perfect reason to be aroused- and aroused she was. The tenderness of Adam's touch, followed by the harshness of the slap, didn't hurt either, and she was left a submissive mess already. Closing her eyes contently, Robin apologized as best she could with the gag in her mouth, but what came out was a fumbled mix of moans and syllables. She could feel herself slipping into subspace, experiencing a weightlessness as though she were high. Adam touched her chin again. Good girl, he said firmly, slapping her cheeks lightly, one and then the other, over and over again- but so gently there would be no marks left. I am your Sir, and Thomas is your Master. Snap your fingers if you understand. Robin snapped her fingers twice, finally opening her eyes and lowering them to the ground submissively. Good girl, he remarked again, setting down his toys on the floor at her feet, arranging them in a particular order. He stepped back behind Thomas, extending his hand, inviting him to have his choice. She's your pet. Play with her how you like. I'm here to help.
Thread: Tame master, forceful slave (Jane X QB)

P-pet?! he asked, in disbelief. He wasn't even able to reach out and utter a word to Adam even as he slapped his precious Robing repeatedly. Yet, not once did she utter out any sound in protest, simple whimpers and a messy apology that ended only in a little more drool falling to her chest. Her eyes glassy and somewhat clear, unable to make eye contact. No! Robin wasn't a pet, she was a wonderful girl who always made everyone smile, no matter how hard a day they were going through! Thomas backed off for one step, trying to break free from his fears. iCome on, Thomas, hold yourself together!i he tried to will himself, but he just couldn't! Where was the courage he had when he stood up to those girls bullying her? Where was that courage he had when he confessed that he truly loved her despite believing she would reject a loser like him!? N-no! Robin is not your pet or mine! Stop blackmailing her! he said, lacking the fiery passion much less a threatening tone to convince anyone. So it was true he was a weakling and someone who was truly unable to become a Master. Adam sighed, looking towards the hazy-eyed Robin. Still trapped in her own little space. For all he knew, she could be losing all interest. Don't believe me? She told me I could do anything...I can do this... he knelt down to her level, softly lifting her skirt as he began to rub onto her pussy, softly tracing along the contours of her lips as they slowly grew engorged and more pronounced, even pressing against the cloth of her black panties. Thomas was at a shock. How could he just watch this man abuse and fondle her like that? S-stop! She doesn't want this! he said feebly, not knowing what else to say. He tried to deny it, yet...his hardness could be felt. That's funny. Are you finding this arousing? If you want she can suck you off...after she does mine! Adam hoped to egg him on as he softly pullsed down the corset cup of her right breast, tongue softly licking around the areolae, softly nipping at her breasts to illicit more reactions. And all the way, jaw down wide, Thomas froze, unable to even react, even as the man's gaze taunted him to try and do better. Almost...as if content to just watch, he watched with both aversion and interest to how quickly he worked up Robin...
Thread: Tame master, forceful slave (Jane X QB)

Mmmhm... breathed Robin, opening her eyes. She glanced to Adam, who was looking at Thomas as his tongue lapped at her pert, pink nipples then her eyes rose to meet Thomas's, silently daring him to take a turn. The circulating air from the ceiling fan, in addition to Adam's wet tongue, made Robin's nipples begin to tighten and redden. She inhaled deeply, rolling her head back and pushing her chest forward. Mmph, mmph, Tummuph! came instead of Play with me, Thomas! as the little slut began grinding her womanhood into Adam's hands. Adam seemed satisfied that he had the young submissive right where she needed to be in a calm, relaxed state of mind, ready for pain. If you're not gonna play with her, I sure will. He smirked, pushing aside her black panties with one finger and slipping another into her practically dripping-wet womanhood. She was wet enough for the single finger to make slick sounds, and before Thomas could protest, he slipped in another finger and began thrusting. His free hand travelled upwards to Robin's throat, grabbing it firmly and squeezing, making her sputter and gag for a moment, before he released her to allow her breath, then repeated the process. Making Thomas jealous was too much fun for him so for good measure, his teeth wrapped around the little bud of a nipple on her breast, and bit down gently, pulling and twisting just hard enough for Robin to squeal in delight.
Thread: Tame master, forceful slave (Jane X QB)

Thomas, unable to truly focus, instead panicked and fell to the ground. Here this Adam was, abusing his beloved Robin, yet...she practically gave herself to him, her eyes clear, body almost acting on it's own. Her moans...he was conflicted. Was she really, really hating this or was she enjoying it? His eyes widened when he began to choke her, causing her to gag and sputter, yet not once did she yield, her waist thrusting in rhythm as his fingers plunged into her pussy. No...P-please...stop... Those words were weak, as his heart began to beat faster. He watched, with terror and with excitement as he watched the man abuse and slowly torture the woman he loved. That sadistic grin...that dark look in his eyes...why wasn't she fighting back?! The musky smell of her arousal wafted into his nose. Adam knew that no matter how many times Thomas begged, there would be no rest. I can see you're pretty hard from this! How embarassing! he taunted, smiling as he pushed the chair closer to him. Here! This little slut's willing to take abuse from anyone! She'll even open her pussy to those hobos downstairs! Thomas was speechless, frozen on the spot. In fact...his hand began to undo his pants, but he managed to catch himself and pulled his hand away, panting as he felt the pressure mount. Cupping his hand around her chin, after choking her monentarily he asked What's this, you want to cum? What a whore! I never knew your girlfriend was such a pain slut, getting off on pain and shit! Even though he knew that he might make Thomas burst in anger, he simply opted to continue taunting him. Of course, even if she was, he simply stopped, leaving her to squirm as all chances of an orgasm faded. Leaving her there, with a harsher slap he vanquished any kind of disbelief from her. Sir is not going to give you the right to cum. Master will. he said, slowly cupping her chin to make her look right at her boyfriend. Why don't you beg Prince charming to get you off? he asked, smiling as his hand pinched at her nipples once again, tonguing off her nipples at that moment, careful not to give her too much and let her cum...