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Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

Lydia's reply came across as almost entirely disinterested as she watched the stairway the two men had left through, not even turning to the girl as she prattled on, You can shut that gob of your's anytime you'd like to, cow. She let out an amused sort of snort, though her face remained rather stoic, I'd gag you like that other bitch is going to get, but for now I think it's kind of funny that a slave like you thinks she's clever. For now. Finally, she did turn her gaze to give the chained-up girl's body a nonplussed once-over, her words matter-of-fact, And you aren't much of a prize, really, cow. Bit too fat for my tastes. You should have seen the last little hooker I got my hands on for a bedwarmer. Now -she- had a body. In truth, this one was good-looking enough...But letting slaves think too highly of themselves did not lend itself to the subservient mindset she tried to breed into them. Lydia shrugged noncommittally, But you'll do, I suppose. For several more minutes, they waited, just Lydia and the four remaining captives. Apparently, the raider leader had a good deal of faith, either in the chains that held all of those who would gladly kill her given half a chance, the knives sheathed around her body, or a bit of both. Eventually, footsteps came down the staircase, just one of the men returning without the younger raider and the newly enslaved woman that had left. Here ya go, boss, the old raider tossed Lydia a black-leather collar with a metal chain attached, and set to getting the dreadlocked girl out of her ankle-shackles, as ordered. He briefly undid the manacles about her wrists as well, only long enough to get her free from the post she was bound to before relocking them, hands still behind her back. Lydia tipped a simple nod to him, and he apparently was well-practiced enough in this to get the hint, On your knees, slave, he ordered, though the swift boot he gave to the back of the girl's bare leg did not make it much of a choice. Lydia took a step in once the girl was kneeling before her, holding the collar forward, her tone more even than before, but still far from anything like friendly, I suggest not doing anything as dumb as you have been. Even someone as simple minded as you, slave, should find that belonging to me is not the worst of the fates available to you. With nothing more than that, she tried to fit the collar around the dreadlocked woman's neck, providing there was no struggle offered...
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

As she spoke Cyd couldn't help but chuckle at her, she expected something more... impressive as the leader of these bandits. She was actually incredibly disappointed that some one like her was leading them. Blah blah blah, what ever princess, you think no one's ever called me a name before? Fat? Come on, you can do better than that, how about you make fun of the scars I've got? But sure, yeah you boast about the pretty girls you've captured, keep going, I am VERY impressed. Unfortunately I've never captured any of my partners, I've only ever won mine over the usual way. she still had that cocky grin on her face and she had every intention of pissing this woman off as much as she could. She was smaller than her and Cyd had found very few people who were any way near as good a brawler as her, if she got a chance to put her hands on this bitch she was going to choke the life out of her. When her wrists were unclasped and moved from the wooden pillar she immediately made a swing for the closest man but they were ready for her and worked her arm behind her back again and Cyd found herself bound again. It was just as well that the man kicked her knee because there was no way she'd have gone to her knees willingly. She came down rather hard on her knees and likely had some scrapes along them. She looked back up to her captor now and rolled her eyes. Dying has never bothered me she said in a cool low tone. Of course she wasn't going to just let them collar her and she did her best to lunge forward and try to sink her teeth in to the other woman's hand. There wasn't much more she could do though and soon enough they'd have a collar around her neck.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

The continuous stream of backtalk from this one amused Lydia once again. She had a good deal of spirit in her, and it would be enjoyable to watch as it completely broke. The lunge this girl made for her hand, however, was less than amusing. Her predatory eyes narrowed in a glare down at the girl, and the hand that held the collar drew back to be replaced by the other, whirring forward in a vicious backhand across the new slave's face. Insolent bitch. Guess I was thinking too highly of you, to expect you to see reason. After a bit more of a struggle, eased by the slight stunning effect her slap may have had, the collar was around the girl's neck. Enraged momentarily by the show of defiance, Lydia sent a kick into the girl's side after the collaring work was done, her thick boots causing it to be quite a painful blow. Lydia took hold of the chain, bunching it up in one hand so that it pulled taut against the girl's throat. Now, your first lesson of many, sow, Lydia began, her henchman staying behind to watch the show with a cruel half-grin, Is how to follow. Whether I have you leashed or not, I expect to not have to tell you every time I want you walking after me, so you will listen for this, instead. She snapped her fingers, a sign one would use to get a dog's attention, more than a human's. Once you can be trusted to not be quite stupid enough to always need your shackles, you will crawl behind me on hands and knees when we go out from where you will be living. For now, however, you may walk, but you will keep your head bowed, to show that we are not equals. She leaned down slightly to look the girl she claimed in the eye, still keeping a firm hold on her chain leash, Are we clear, slave? A small half-smirk spread on her lips, Ah, and I guess I should give you a lesson in addressing me, before you go get yourself in more trouble. The pet names you've come up with already for your owner are...endearing, but not quite appropriate. You'll call me 'Mistress,' 'Mistress Zenobia,' or 'Mistress Lydia,' from now on. And you will answer to whatever the fuck I want to call you at the time. Now, are we clear on all that, or was I speaking too quickly for your slow wits?
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

She could see the flicker of rage building in to a fire within her captor and that brought her some grim satisfaction, she knew it meant things would be much harder for her but it was worth it, she was no easy game and she intended to fight tooth and nail. When the slap came she wasn't entirely surprised but it definitely stung. Her head moved with the slap to lessen the force a little but it did stun her a little. Her cheek began to turn a bright pink colour. Awww, did I hurt your feelings, sweetie? Poor ba- she was cut off by the kick which caused her to grunt aloud in pain and lean to her injured side out of reaction. She gave a loud cough before finishing her words. bad bandit leader she spluttered. She really expected her to follow like some kind of dog? She wasn't going to follow stood up and definitely not on her hands and knees, who the fuck did this woman think she was? She loved to prattle on but it was not really getting through, talk was definitely not suddenly going to change Cyd's mind or make her see reason. Though... the talk about being trusted enough not to need her shackles did interest her. Could she pretend to be some well trained pet for this bitch just so that she'd be left unshackled and have a chance to kill her? That was definitely something to consider. Fine, she'd try and play along a little, she wouldn't believe a full switch around but... maybe if she gave way here and there. She listened now and thought the other one was in a world of her own? Seriously? She wanted Cyd to call her Mistress?. Cyd couldn't care less what names were thrown her way but she did not like the thought of calling any one mistress. Sure she replied though she didn't use the woman's preferred title.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

Lydia's reply was sharp, punctuated by another slap, even harder than the last and this time with her palm rather than her knuckles, causing the skin-on-skin noise to ring out in the small cell. Try again, sow, and address me properly. Take as long as you want with your pointless defiance, I have as long as I need, today. Her brown eyes narrowed again, staring expectantly down at the girl as her grip tightened just slightly on the leash.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

Cyd was a slow learner and she took the slap and still refused to speak. Her face burnt red and stung like a bitch but she didn't care. She'd likely have to slap her another five or six times before the message finally started to sink in. She hissed with pain with each slap but glared up at the woman. Eventually after a long cold glare she said Fine, Mistress Lydia. she spat out and then waited, if it's what she wanted she'd stand up and dip her head, just a little, and follow her.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

Indeed, Lydia gave a few moments after each slap, but after a few moments of silent protest from her slave, her hand would lash out again, alternating cheeks until she had struck the girl have a dozen times. Her will, even when it came to this simple matter, was stronger than most of the ones she had broken in the past, it had to be said. Although once her cheeks were both glowing bright red, she did finally comply, calling her by the requested honorary the raider styled herself with when dealing with her slaves. Good girl, she said with a rather unkind half-smile, It seems you are able to learn simple things, at least. She gave a tug upwards on the leash and snapped her fingers with her other hand, as had been laid out as a signal before. Follow, and make sure she listens to my orders, she said to her man as the trio made for the stairs. The camp was quite extensive, located atop a bluff with just a singular obvious exit down a slope into the valley where the vigilantes had been ambushed and captured. A ramshackle watchtower overlooked this way and the ravine below. There were only a handful of other structures a communal bunkhouse, mess hall, and lounge for the majority of her men being the largest, a few outhouses, an armory, a small cabin for the slaves they kept, and a trio of domiciles. Two were for Lydia's more trusted lieutenants, one of whom was needing replacing after dying to a bounty hunter's bullet in the earlier attack, while the third, finest one was her own. The final structure was where Lydia was leading her slave, however. This was perhaps the group's most prized possession, as water was not exactly scarce in the wasteland, but water worth drinking certainly was. The purifier was a tank running down into a wooden structure with several hoses and nozzles coming off from it. A small farm-plot was nearby, being tended to by a man and a woman. Both were clad only in loinclothes, both had a brand of the Red Fang insignia on their breast, and both had a rather dull look about them, barely taking noticing of the naked woman being paraded on a chain out before them. Lydia attached the other end of the slave's leash to a post jutting out from the ground nearby to the purifier. Fetch a razorblade, she said to her henchman, as she walked to pluck up a hose. She waited in silence, even if the enslaved girl did not, until the man returned a brief moment later. The raider gestured impatiently to the girl, Get all of that ridiculous hair off of her. That won't do, for me. She smirked a bit, speaking more directly to the slave, Perhaps I can make you a bit more pleasant to look at, at least. Obedient to his leader at least to this degree, the man started after the slave, trying to hack off her hair so it was buzzed close to her scalp. Having observed her before, he was prepared for a struggle, even bound as she was...
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

She ignored the mock praise that her captor gave her and just followed her in a brooding silence. She did her best to memorize the lay of the camp, it would definitely be something that would come in to use. She tried to work out how many people were likely here too... no more than two or three dozen she guessed. Her eyes did lock on to the water purification tank and lingered on it. She was genuinely surprised they had something like that within their camp... that was extremely rare and valuable and could be used by any of the nearby towns. She then noticed the almost naked slaves and pitied them a little... they looked so... hopeless. She wondered if that's what they intended to try and do with her and internally vowed to never let it happen. When they stopped she was paying full attention now. He leash was tethered up and she sighed, really, they felt the need to lash her by the collar to a post? Then she heard them mention a blade, the fuck? They were going to try and kill her already? Or perhaps just maim her? Either way she was going to make them work for it. When he returned the reason for the razor was announced and she snarled. Her hair was naturally light blonde and curly, her mother had always said how lovely it was. She hated it, it wasn't her. She liked her hair now, it was different, unique and something to her own style. Although she wasn't too vain and didn't overly care about looks she would rather keep her hair. When he came close she stayed still and waited until he was as close as he could get. She then rammed backwards in to him to make a little space before stomping back with her heavy boot on his instep. She was fast and it was something she'd had a lot of practice at, finally she swung her head backwards towards his nose in the hopes of breaking it like she had many before. Despite her struggle though eventually she'd get over powered long enough for them to shave away those long bright locks of her. She looked down at them on the floor and lamented them for a moment. She felt odd... she'd had them as long as she could remember and she felt completely naked now. She'd never had this little hair in her life. She could feel the cool breeze washing over her scalp.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

Lydia watched in smug satisfaction as her orders were followed. The resistance and the fight she gave her man was fully expected, and it was amusing to watch. After all was said and done, the man had a broken and bloodied nose for his troubles, and bright-pink dreadlocks were strewn around the ground. Wonder how you'd do fighting someone with hands, she chastised her man, who only grumbled discontentedly in reply. And then, rather abruptly, Lydia started the hose and turned it on her slave. The water was cool, which would likely at first be a pleasant sensation in contrast to the hot sun of the wastelands. After several moments under the icy stabs of high-pressure water, however, it would become painful and numbing both at once. Turn, she instructed her slave, cleaning the other side of her if she complied. She stilled the water before giving the next command, Now, show me your cunt. The despicable order was given with a callous casualness.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

The blood dripped down from the man's nose on to her back and she relished the feeling, at least she'd given something back, that made things just a little bit more bearable, hearing her captor berate the man for his ineptitude for combat. Still though, annoyance was etched in to her face as she looked down at her long dreadlocks that she'd had for well over ten years. She was still staring down at her missing hair when she felt the hose blast her. She let out a quick uncharacteristic squeak thanks to being caught completely off guard though she made sure to silence herself immediately afterwards. The water was nice and it cooler her slightly sunburnt body down, she was hot thanks to being strung up in the baking sun all day. She was thirsty too but she wasn't about to go and try drinking from a hose. After several minutes the cold became too much, her body was covered with little goose bumps and her nipples were well and truly erect, the piercings making them seem more so than they actually were. Her body began to go numb and she felt the chill begin to ache her body towards the end. Of course she just clenched her teeth and embraced it but... it wasn't pleasant. The dirt sweat and mud ran down from her and in to the hot ground. When she was ordered to turn around she did so, it wasn't a bad command and definitely not something worth taking a beating for. She felt the water run over her back then which was, thankfully, no where near as cold as her front so the pain began wasn't there, not at first. When the next order came she froze for a moment and considered throwing a profanity back... but it wasn't as though she hadn't been paraded around naked already so her captor had seen what she had to offer. She bit her lip, sighed and leant forward as best as she could with her arms bound behind her back. As she leant forward her butt cheeks spread and her ass along with her cunt were on display.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

A smug smirk came to Lydia's lips as she watched on, seeing the rather clear reluctance in her captive's compliance but choosing to take no note of it, Such an obedient little cow already. There might still be some hope for you. The high-pressure water started again, thoroughly and unceremoniously cleaning the girl's nethers with its cold touch. Tossing the hose aside, the mohawked woman took hold of the leash and unhitched it from the post, leading her new girl through the camp once more. The now broken-nosed guard still followed just behind, keeping an eye on the enslaved woman. Lydia didn't even spare a glance back as she casually asked, So, slut, how much were those idiot settlers offering you for my blood? I'm curious how much it costs for you to throw your life away so carelessly. The trio were nearing the largest of the separate buildings now, apparently Lydia's home.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

The cool icy hose water to her pussy wasn't a good feeling. It sent shivers through her body and before long it began to really ache. She was relieved when the water was removed and genuinely happy when the hose was thrown away. 'At least that's done' she thought to herself while shivering. She was untethered and she saw the man who's nose she had smashed following her again as they set off. She was reluctant to do as Lydia had asked but... she did dip her head a little. Her body began to heat up rather quickly thanks to the hot sun and before long the goose prickles had gone and she was hot once again. Sweat would form on her brow and she began to hope she wasn't left outside to bake again. How much..? Not much at all, a small place to stay, some caps and the likes... It hardly seemed to warrant any more. 'And at least I will still be able to claim them once you've drawn your last breath' she thought inwardly.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

Lydia went out a derisive snort, seeming almost a touch offended, Just a few caps? Well, they got what they paid for, I suppose. A tug on the chain leash brought her slave girl through the threshold to her home, and she dismissed the guard she had brought with her. The room was expansive, given the small camp it stood in. It was also quite a mess, at the moment, with utensils and plates and cardboard boxes and clothes scattered throughout. A staircase led up to the room above, presumably a bedroom of sorts, while a small aclove stood through a doorway, where Lydia kept her guns and other weaponry. Bloodstained helmets of the slavers from Caesar's Legion decorated one table. It was how Lydia had gotten her repute among the raiders, and her name of 'Zenobia,' from fighting the so-called 'Romans' as the queen in history had. Not that most even knew about such things, in the wasteland. She hitched the chain leash to a post in the center of the room, and sat on the sofa in front of it. It was raggedy, sure, but actually a pretty good piece of furniture, by the post-apocolyptic standards people had become accustomed to. Now, slut, she began, her eyes up on her servant, I get the idea that you might still think you are a person in the same way that I am. That you still matter. She gave a little snort, as if amused, I might, if I was dumb enough to get myself caught, too. But either way, we need to get that silly idea out of your head now. She gave a downward gesture, So repeat after me, or we will do things the hard way, 'I am not the woman I was before. I am property of Mistress Zenobia, and will do and be used as she sees fit. My purpose in life is now her, and will be until I am either set aside, or I breath my last breath. A small smirk crossed her lips. 'The hard way' was the most likely option, with a girl like this, but seeing a formerly proud woman say all that would be just as amusing.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

She didn't care how her captor felt about how little this job was paying. When the leash was tugged Cydia staggered forward and only just managed to stay on her feet. She had a quick look around the room and then shrugged a little, it was a tip, unkempt, wild and a mess, it was clear she kept the best things in the camp for herself. The room resembled any room Cyd had always had, she was never good at keeping tidy or clean. She noticed the Caesar's legion helms and smirked, she'd kill a few herself... that gave her hope, at some point this bitch was liable to get herself killed by them. Again she was fastened up like some kind of animal to a post in the middle of the room and that just caused him to give a long low sigh. Slut huh? She had a nice vocabulary. Of course she still thought herself a person, she always would, that's exactly what she was. She gave a yawn and turned around showing her back and her ass to her captor just about the time she gave her that ridiculous sentence. The hard way is fine by me sweet thing she threw back at her while remaining faced away.
Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

The reply was hardly a surprise to Lydia, and she didn't look terribly taken aback. I could have guessed. Very well, have it your way, slave. With that, she rose from the sofa, moving to ascend the staircase to her room. After a few moment's spent leaving the slave alone, she returned with a wicked looking coiled-leather whip in hand. With me, cow. She gave the order but didn't leave it to be much of a choice, unhitching the leash from the post and wrapping the chain about her hand to pull it taught, enough to choke to some extent. She led the girl outside, back into the harsh wasteland sun, taking her out to the highest point of the bluff the camp was built on. Two wooden posts stood here, about five feet apart, and their purpose would become apparent quite immediately. A pair of shackles were on each, one high and one low, and soon enough, Lydia was setting to fixing each of the naked, bald girl's ankles and wrists into place. The posture this forced was awkward to say the least, with each leg spread wide and the arms held uncomfortably far out and up towards the sky. The post-apocolypse California heat was hardly helping the matter. One last chance, stupid girl. Simply say, 'Your property apologizes for acting up beyond her station, mistress Zenobia. Lydia hardly expected compliance, and, truth be told, was considering making use of the whip either way. She had gone through the trouble of the shackles, after all.