Thread: Far From Home (closed for Magi)

The girls gaze dropped hurriedly back to the ground as Lamars head turned sharply to survey her intensely, dark eyes burning into the top of her head. His intense stare turned her blood to ice and so she fixed her gaze upon the mans well polished boots. Small teeth bit down upon her soft lower lip as the man spoke he would take her. Maera felt her stomach churn, toes curling against the loose dirt as she tried to recall the question shed been asked. Leather creaked slightly as the tall, dark stranger crouched in front of her and fixed her with a steady stare. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, her heart hammering within her quivering chest. The answer left her lips unbidden, as if his intense gaze and mere presence were enough to drag the truth from her lips, regardless of how embarrassing it was for her. Cheeks flushed a deep crimson and her head fell forward, long strands of black hair falling in front of her face, cringing at the brief discussion which took place over her head. Lamars shadow swept over her and in an instant was gone, the trader stepping into his place to leer down at her. Oh yer gonna ave a lot o fun with the Duke... Maeras wide eyes snapped up the red, grinning face, a small shuddering spawning at the top of her spine and travelling downward. He whistled sharply and a scrawny man, with heavy stubble and oversized clothing hurried over. This ones fer the Duke... Rough hands closed tightly upon her upper arm, dragging her forward and out of line, while the rest were tossed thin tunics and shepherded into a nearby warehouse. A shove sent Maera tumbling to the ground with a quiet whimper, tears springing to her eyes as she pushed herself up onto her knees. The skinny man knelt down in front of her, a thin blade gleaming in the sunlight as her wrists were loosed, only for slender fingers to wrap tightly around her wrist. Her arm was twisted sharply, forcing the girl to shuffle round on her knees in a vain attempt to alleviate the pressure. A firm push sent her face down into the dirt before her other arm was twisted up behind her back and bound in place securely. Maeras eyes closed tightly, lip trembling as a calloused hand stroked down her thigh before binding her ankles. Lifted with little to no effort, she was carried across the courtyard and through a warehouse, briefly catching sight of the cells into which the girls had been placed. The bindings were uncomfortable, not only holding her in a particular position but lewdly displaying her nude form, which left her cheeks stained red. Staring wide eyed into the face of a boy she had never seen before, that was held no more than a few inches from her own. No man had ever kissed her before and the soft lips that pressed against her own left an expression of alarm and shock sweep across her young face. It was gentle, soft almost affectionate and Maera found herself looking into the eyes of the boy before he was pulled back and away from her. Lamars face loomed before her, sick satisfaction portrayed upon his face. His words sent a shudder through her slim, bound body while her mind screamed within that such a thing would never happen. The journey draped over the saddle was uncomfortable and exhausting weary muscles clenched in a desperate attempt to hold herself in place, terrified she would slip to the ground and be trampled beneath the hooves of the powerful beast that carried them both. There was no escape from the hand that occasionally squeezed and groped her rear and while it repulsed and frightened the girl it also kept her in place on more than one occasion. When lactic filled muscle could no longer hold her malnourished body in place, Maera felt herself slide off the smooth leather and hit the ground with a soft thud and a quiet groan. Her legs kicked weakly as she tried to curl herself in a ball, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen as she gasped painfully. Loose dirt and sand clung to the cheek that rested against the ground, Lamars booted feet approaching swiftly, disturbing the loose dirt and causing the girl to cough and splutter. She did not hesitate to obey the command, as soon as her feet were released from her bindings Maera struggled and squirmed to push herself up onto knees a difficult task with her arms bound behind her back. The gleaming blade not far from her face sent panic through her as she finally managed to shuffle up onto her knees and then push herself up onto her bare feet.