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Thread: I'll have you begging, my pet [TheReapersWife + Rubyliday]

The long plainly decorated wooden door swung inward from a slight push of his hand and he stepped past the doorway, giving a small tug to Victoria's leash, the line of silver that joined them tinkling prettily. The room was large and open with a queen sized bed looming in the middle and the head of it pressed against the wall. To the right, a window looked out into the backyard, heavy white drapes obscuring the view from sight, even as it hid the room from outside eyes. Underneath the window sat a small wooden table, plain legs sloping gracefully to the hard wood floor and a conservatively cushioned chair situated near it. To the left, against the wall, stood a large bureau wide and tall, intricately carved dark wood doors shut tight and menacing up top, with a large belly full of long slender drawers, small brass plaited keyholes punctuating each and every one. The bed dominating the center of the room was covered in dark sheets, plain and undecorated headboard and footboard. Above it, hanging from the ceiling on metal clasps were five chains. One for each corner of the bed and one in the middle of the square they made together. And each chain ended in a restraint, except the fifth middle chain that ended in a circular metal ring, the ends up at the ceiling hooked to a pulley system that allowed more chain to be lowered or lifted. As they entered together, Robert stepped back and closed the door behind them, taking in a confident, deep breath and letting it out coolly. Approaching the bed with Victoria, he slipped the leather loop on the leash over his wrist and silently began to undress her, his eyes taking on a pensive cast and fingers working gently but methodically, brushing her skin lightly as the fabric of her nightgown fell away. Small, fist-sized perky breasts came into view and he felt himself stir at the sight of her in nothing but her underwear. Hooking a finger into her waistband, he slowly tugged them down, fingers smoothly sliding against silken flesh as they came down her legs and she stepped out of them obediently. Standing looking at her, he ran his eyes up and down her body, his gaze filled with the light of approval as he took in her slender curves and tight belly.
Thread: I'll have you begging, my pet [TheReapersWife + Rubyliday]

Her body started to tremble as they walked into the room. It felt like a completely different place, looked like it didn't even belong in their house. The chains that hung from the ceiling, the large bed, even that cabinet that Victoria had only glimced inside, promised wicked yet wonderful things. Echos of moans and pleas from previous visits floated in her head, making her bite down hard on her bottom lip. Richard had only brought her to this room a handful of times and each one she had learned the lesson intended. She knew this would be no different. But even remembering all this, she could feel her body react. Goosebumps fanned out over her body as he undid the buttons of her nightgown, flesh slowly being exposed to the air. Her nipples because painfully erect as the light fabric brushed against them, slipping down her shoulders to pool around her feet. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt his fingers against her hips, her pussy throbbing from such a simple contact. When she stood completely naked to his gaze, him still kneeling before her, she couldn't take it anymore. Please... She looked down at him, eyes big. I'm sorry...lets go back. I will pick up the papers Victoria didn't move, with him so close like this, his head level with her stomach, she could feel the butterflies fluttering. She could feel her sex growing heavy and damp. A blush spread over her cheeks as she felt her juices slip down between her lips. She fidgeted then and tried to press her thighs together, looking anywhere but his face.
Thread: I'll have you begging, my pet [TheReapersWife + Rubyliday]

Still kneeling, Robert heard her words drift out in a soft repentant tone, her body trembling anxiously, legs closing reflexively as the thoughts of her coming punishment became more real to her. These details were not lost on him as his eyes latched onto her face from his lower position. Thoughtfully, he ran his hand along her inner thighs, nudging them apart with the gesture as fingertips came into contact with moisture that he knew he would find there. Easily, he stood, hand sliding upwards as he moved, fingers grazing along swollen pussy lips as they came away from contact. Staring into her face, blue eyes deep and penetrating, he put a finger under her chin and made her look at him. You say, you're sorry, he said, his voice deep and sensual, even as it held his power and authority in every word. Let's make sure you truly are. The wording he used suggested so much this wasn't something he was doing TO her, but something they were going to do together. In this relationship they'd reached an agreement upon certain rules and consequences and Victoria always had a choice in the matter. Robert made sure she knew that, even in an indirect way, so even though it was said as a command, it was also a question, not just about whether she truly was sorry, but about the events that would test her repentance. It was a courtesy that he extended to her, even though he knew she would not refuse, knowing that if she did so it would end more than just this session of punishment. Unlooping the leash from his wrist, he wrapped the chain around the small knob at the top of one side of the footboard, the iron bar sturdy and heavy, keeping her in place, leaving just enough slack for her to remain standing comfortably but not to take even a step away from the bed. Walking away from her, he took off his suit jacket, muscles moving fluidly under his dress shirt as he did so and laid it over the chair by the table. Undoing his tie and laying it overtop of his jacket, he walked to the other side of the room, his body moving with a confident ease as he approached the bureau. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out another small key and bent down to one of the middle drawers on the cabinet. Unlocking it and pulling the drawer out, with his body blocking the view, she wouldn't be able to catch more than a glimpse of dark leather things, and different colored ropes. Pulling out several sections of neatly folded rope he closed the drawer and came back to her. Tossing the rope onto the bed, he undid the buttons at his cuffs and started to roll up his sleeves, burly forearms coming into view, flexing in unreleased tension.
Thread: The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

Nadya could feel her heart thumping in her chest as she walked by the lines of orc men. They were under the flag of truce, as carried by Nadya's banner bearer, but that didn't instantly make all the feelings between them go away. These were piggish brutes, known for raping women, murdering men, and slaughtering children. Nadya's small party was most certainly outnumbered, and just being near the massive creatures was generally enough to make any human nervous. But Nadya had to put on a brave face. She'd only recently inherited the right of rulership from her mother. Many had already begun to test her claim, saying that a woman such as Nadya couldn't possibly lead them in this time. They saw her beauty first, the soft features, the kind eyes, and the golden blonde hair. True, Nadya hadn't spent as much time on the front, as was befitting a chieftess in training, but she understood the horrors of war. Just because she had soft skin and wove flowers into her hair didn't mean she didn't know how to fight or deal. The young chieftess raised a hand, stopping her retinue just shy of the impressive center of command. Her guards moved to flank her, and the other members of the party merely spread out behind. All looked nervous. The chief will see the human chiefling alone, barked a burly, scarred man standing near the entrance. Nadya's men balked, but she merely raised a hand once more. Said hand flashed several signs, and the girl exchanged a solemn look with her head guard. with a slight nod, the girl walked into the command center, looking as though she were absolutely fearless, while her insides roiled with fear and worry.
Thread: The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

The massive tent was vast and dark, a massive bonfire roaring in the centre of the room however it served little to illuminate the entirety of the room. The place was littered with things of both beauty and destruction. Spoils of a hundred kingdoms lay about across the floor, jewels and gold, the fairest of women for many different countries laying asleep upon the plush circular bed to the side but it was the spears that seemed to be the most eye catching. A great collection of spears were jammed into the dirt around the fire, each one bearing at least 5 or so severed heads of the greatest of foes the warlord had slaughtered in his campaign, a testament to his brutality and barbarism. Gorfang sat upon his throne of bones and gold in the very back of the tent, his massive hulking form bathed in the darkness save a pair of dark piercing red eyes. His massive riding Tuskagor lay next to him upon a rug, growling irritably at the new comer but did nothing. Two massive orcs, each one a full head and shoulders taller then Nadya stood to either side of him, each one wearing full black plated armor and bearing double headed axes twice the height of a normal man. As she stepped towards them, the one on the left, his face plate featuring two grizzly metal tusks motioned for her to be seated upon the small seating pillow before the warlord.
Thread: The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

the small, blonde chieftess felt very much alone. A single orc loomed over her, dominating her by sheer presence. Three orcs were that much more dominating. Even more so when one was the leader, Gorfang. Nadya had heard stories of him, of his cruel ways and his lustful appetites. Judging by the spoils laying about, not to mention what could only be a harem, the rumors were true. Knowing this, Nadya gulped and shifted her feet even more anxiously. It would be hard to maintain royal dignity before such a vile beast. Yet she knew she must. The girl delicately sat upon the cushion, adjusting her royal garments and attempting to meet Gorfang's eyes. She too was a leader, a ruler of a hardy people. She must keep this in mind, meet his eyes as an equal would. she must not submit. Nadya swallowed hard, steeling her nerves for the upcoming talks. I am Chieftess Nadya of the Surinai people, she greeted, nodding her head slightly. I am here to discuss terms for a treaty of peace between our two great tribes. Your display of wealth is quite impressive, and I am most humbled to be in your presence. There, an opening like that should earn respect.
Thread: The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

The warboss' reply came out with a low, growling chuckle. a massive spike gloved hand, protruding from an arm the size of a cannon, reached over and slowly stroked the shaggy fur pelt of his tuskagor. Gorfang said nothing at first, a low rumbling escaping his scarred throat before the power booming voice spoke. Hurhurhur... Ya weak fleshy tings, always with ta 'peace'... Gorfang seen dis bafore... Just nudda wurd fer surrenda, mean ya gonna crack like lil flyin rat eggs... Gorfangs voice, like all orcs, was thick with a heavy accent. It was sometimes hard to understand what an orc meant however Gorfang thankfully had a somewhat lighter accent, his tone and choice of words showing off the cold merciless cunning the brute had. The warboss was not only one of the largest and most powerful orc in the four seas, but he was also one the smartest. Very well den... Les talk bout yer surrenda...
Thread: The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

No sooner had talks begun than Gorfang had started hurling insults. Nadya felt like sighing at best, attacking him at worst. Instead she held herself back, simply settling for fixing the orc with a solid stare. Her eyes didn't even shift, but merely met his sickly yellow ones. She would not give way before his demands nor would she kow tow to his attitude. It is not a surrender that we have come here to discuss, she stated, trying to keep her voice level. Fear made her shaky, and anger made her words somewhat harsh. It took great effort, but somehow Nadya managed to keep her voice in between, if only by a hair. We wish to discuss a cession of hostilities on both sides. I have a written agreement from the elders of my people. She held up a wrapped hide, handing it off to a servant who in turn handed it off to Gorfang. All the while Nadya continued watching the scene unfold, trying to figure out something. She couldn't help her gaze from heading toward the harem of women about him. did any willingly serve the man? Wait, there were several of Nadya's tribeswomen, one or two giving their chieftess wide eyes looks. What were they concerned with? Surely Gorfang would treat a fellow ruler with respect. It is our hope that you will consider our offerings quite seriously. Hopefully we can reach an accord that will benefit both our people.
Thread: The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

To her great suprise, Gorfang actually began to read the letter, his yellow, pupiless eyes scanning silently over the contents. He chuckled a few times, and at other times he broke out in pure laughter. It appeared as though the treaty of peace brought great amusement to the savage brute. It was already well know that this was more then likely going to end in failure. The tribe of the Blood Teeth had razed entire continents and kingdoms in their lust for power and women, however this was not the true reason why this truce seemed impossible. The simple matter of the fact was, Orks just love fighting. Something in their savage blood urged them on to the fields of slaughter, beckoning their war cries to bellow forth from their green, scarred lips, and fire to rage in their black hearts. Gorfang suddenly cocked an eye brow, staring inquisitively at a word that seemed alien to him. It showed the hide towards the chieftess, pointing at the strange jumble of letters with a single taloned digit. Wus dis?... He asked in a low growl. The word was 'friend'.
Thread: The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

The longer Gorfang took to read the letter, the more nervous Nadya became. She herself wondered if there was any possibility that an accord could be struck between this violent tribe and her own peoples. Sometimes she even wondered if this hadn't been suggested by the elders as a means of being rid of her. The ork might very well react quite poorly to the treaty attempt, even taking out his aggression upon Nadya herself. The chieftess had to fight against the nerves she could feel rising with her. Despite valiant effort, bits of sweat were beginning to bead, almost making the girl glisten. When at last the chieftain spoke, Nadya perked. she took a step forward, studying the parchment and the word indicated. The word is friend, she offered, trying to smile in a friendly manner. Surely you know what friend means? Someone who helps you in times of need? And you help them. It's like allies, only stronger. The orks should surely have some idea of friendship. With them it may very well be a savage form of what Nadya knew, involving sharing kills and slapping one another, but it couldn't be too far removed from the human concept. At least, that's what the girl hoped. she shifted her feet, trying not to let her eyes wander from ork to parchment. It didn't help that the chieftain looked so very cruel, sitting there, even now as he asked for assistance.
Thread: The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

Ooooo..... Dem's wut we call Boyz, on count dat we'z got no girly orks.. He chuckled softly, pointing over to his splendid collection of concubines. For some reason, and no one really knows why, but there simply are no female Orcs. However there is fungal genetic code within the Green Skins that allow their genes to erase over another species, and so Orcs, similar to the minotaurs, ogres, and other such foul creatures, have the special ability to mate with a female of a different race and the offspring will result into a full blooded Orc. At a closer look towards the harem, it is evident that the women are not only from different kingdoms, but also from different races altogether. There were humans, elves, dark elves, nymphs, nekos, faeries, holstauri, slimes, amazonians, and even succubi. It was quite a sight to behold and each were breath takingly beautiful, however at a deeper contemplation of the matter, it was even more awe inspiring to envision the countless plains and kingdoms that Gorfang had crushed beneath his merciless heal, and in a sense, these courtesans were his own personal way of keeping score. It was not for another 5 minutes until Gorfang completed his full observation of the document and now his cruel yellow eyes scanned over the beautiful chieftess' lush body. He smiled cruelly as he stood up to full height, standing at almost twice the size of his body guards and towering over the little human like a full groan man to a child. A low growl of a chuckle escaped his lips as he took the paper in both hands and tore it in two, the sound of ripping paper tearing asunder any hopes the kingdom now had of survival.
Thread: The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

Nadya shifted, her eyes flicking about the room. It was true. Not a single female ork stood among the gathered crowd. she saw several representatives from every race she'd ever heard of, let alone encountered. Most of them looked broken, meek, and almost every one looked to be a beauty of her tribe. Even the succubi appeared somewhat diminished. It again made the relatively innocent chieftess nervous, and Nadya felt her hands clenching and releasing on their own. The ork chieftain at last started moving, and it was then that Nadya turned to witness. She saw, horror reflecting in her eyes, as the ork leader tore apart the treaty. With it went all hope of a peaceful resolution. Nadya's people would have to fight this great horde, and most likely they would win. Worse, however, would be Nadya's own position. Her eyes once more went to the courtesans lounging about, mentally adding and calculating. There certainly seemed to be room for one more. Plus, she didn't think that Gorfang would be the type to be forgiving, to just let her walk out of there with the message. No, taking her would send a much stronger message to her people. Nadya fought back her panic. She looked to the ork leader, nodded, and said, I see. I shall carry news of this to my people. It is unfortunate, but I am afraid that following this meeting, we shall be at war. When next we meet, it shall be as enemies. Brave words, but said in a shaky voice, one that certainly held little confidence. The woman that said them trembled like a leaf, swallowing nervously, her eyes darting about. After she'd said her piece, the chieftess nodded once more, before slowly backing away, already tensing in anticipation.
Thread: The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

The Orc Warboss suddenly erupted into a thunderous roar of laughter, mockingly acting as though he had to wipe a tear from his eye. Is dat wut ye think ay?... The monstrous Greenskin slowly rose to full height, his enormous stature towering over her. The tiny girl just barely made it to his waist. I always like Umman's best... Dems always in denial of wut comes next... The Orc let out a soft chuckle that sounded more like grinding gears, slowly flexing his massive fists that he could no doubt rip her in half with. Next time we be enemies?... Hur Hur Hur.... Stupid Umman, Next time I sees ya, yu'll be in mah bed for da secon time. Gorfang's intentions, though having already been rather obvious in the firs place, were plain to see. His black armored guards chuckled and laughed to themselves, having seen this hundreds of times before.
Thread: A master's lust. (the end/ cheerio)

Suzanna was a slave. She knew she was and she knew that when she was bought she was his. For life. She cringed as the man came closer and she stood nervously, waiting for him to approach. Her long hair was clipped back, her eyes closing as she stood shivering. The tightness of her clothes had shown what she had to give and she wanted to be safe. She doubted she would be... but she wanted to try to be safe.
Thread: A master's lust. (the end/ cheerio)

Jason smiled as he walked closer to her, making his approach slow to taunt her. He walked around behind her, a single finger tracing the line of her pants. He enjoyed tormenting women mentally. The knowing that she was powerless against him drove him mad. How does it feel? He mocked as he wrapped his arms around her pressing her body to his, To know I have total control over your body. He let his hands slowly trace over her stomach up to cup her breasts.
Thread: A master's lust. (the end/ cheerio)

She had flinched visibly and forced herself to be still, shivering. She didn't like it much at all, but she knew she had to let him have a look and feel, she had no other choice. As he cupped her breast she had cringed visibly. I... She was shivering as she spoke. I... I like it. She was lying but she forced herself to try and be truthful and good. Sir. The fear of being hurt was enough that she tried her best to behave despite her nerves. The idea of this man taking her virginity was enough that she stilled. Oh...god.
Thread: A master's lust. (the end/ cheerio)

He smiled as he gripped the base of her shirt sliding it up slowly until it flipped over her breasts. He slid his hands under the bra to pinch a nipple tauntingly, Close one you almost made me have to hurt you. He chuckled lightly as he felt her body cringe against him sending shivers of lust down his spine. Do you want to please your master? He ground his erect member against her rear, Do you want to make him happy? A smile met his lips as he pinched her other nipple.
Thread: A master's lust. (the end/ cheerio)

She had flinched slightly at his torment but spoken with a relatively calm answer all the same. Yes Sir. The reply was softly shy even as her body reacted to his teasing, arching into him all the same. His painful torment had brought tears to her eyes and she snuffled slightly, clearly not enjoying the feel of him pressed into her ass. Her cringe was vivid as she spoke. P... Please sir... be gentle.
Thread: A master's lust. (the end/ cheerio)

He smiled as she sniffled, though her body arching against him caused him to shiver. He became a little rougher now playing with her breasts. When she asked him to be gentle he smiled. If you want me to give you what you want you need to give me some incentive. He pulled away from her taking a seat. Dance for me, and take those cloths off in the process. Do good and I will be gentle.
Thread: A master's lust. (the end/ cheerio)

A small snuffle of fear came to her and she bit her lip then nodded, knowing she could please him with her body and removing her clothes, hoping he'd be gentle once she'd proven herself. She had stepped cautiously out of her shoes, making the moves as sexy as possible before she turned the music on, settling into the beat and letting the song move her, letting her hair down and flicking it back out of her eyes, her body moving in slowly more seductive ways as she let her clothing drop, her bra falling to the floor with enough of a click before she let her underwear drop, aware she was naked and finally relaxing into it, praying he'd be nice to her.
Thread: A master's lust. (the end/ cheerio)

He smiled as he watched her move slowly removing his jacket as she danced with the music letting her clothes drop piece by piece. He felt his cock now pressing firmly against the confines of his pant making him extremely uncomfortable. He spread his legs and motioned for her to move closer to him, I think a certain part of my body wants more of your attention. He laughed lightly.
Thread: A master's lust. (the end/ cheerio)

She had come closer slowly, still a little nervous but choosing the one option that might mean that she survived him and his needs. She had been stretching a little and now she moved to lightly stroke him, wanting to hear what he wanted, not sure just what he wanted.