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Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

She understood Night if not every and guessed at the meaning of the other word. She closed her eyes not to see the way the other slaves were looking at her. She could guess what they were thinking. Hoping they'd die in the march. Hoping they'd be used as labor slaves. Hoping whatever happened to them was not what happened to her. Had they heard that moment when her scream sounded less painful? Did they know her body had reacted even while she hated all of it? Did they know that the woman had just promised every night? She tried to sleep, but every time she did she would dream of being raped and wake up panting and whimpering. Eventually exhaustion did win, and she did sleep, though it was neither deep nor restful. When she woke, she refused to meet the eyes of any of the slaves, and ate and drank what was given to her without much interest. She just had to focus on finding her strength. She had to resist. Even if it accomplished nothing...
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

The journey to the orc stronghold was relatively uneventful from that point onwards Ika had plotted out a relatively safe path for her little procession to take. She did keep her promise, each night taking the priestess behind a tree or large rock and repeating what she had done that first night. She was always just as rough and brutal about it, taking what she wanted before dumping the human back in the slave pen. It turned out to improve her mood marvelously, the orc barely being able to wait to get home to really have some fun with her new slave. Ika was a woman of rather simple pleasures as long as she had a sword in her hand and a slave to enjoy she was happy. Not exactly content, but happy. As they finally approached the orc stronghold of the Clan Ika smiled, the imposing walls of the fortress city a lovely sight. For her and her men at least, not so much for the slaves as it was the place where they would be sold off to do whatever. Except for the priestess of course, she had to know by now exactly what her fate was going to be. The Talon enjoyed hearing the creak of the gates opening and as soon as they were at the gates the orc raiding party would march into the stronghold. It was much like a city really, buildings set up here or there and merchants hawking their wares in the open plaza. The difference was that this stronghold was heavily militarized one could not turn a corner with coming face to face with an armed and armored soldier. Ika led her little procession down into the city proper and towards the Chieftains Citadel, ordering a halt outside of the building before entering herself. It would be a good hour before she emerged again, speaking and negotiating with the Chieftain as she did. When she returned the orc did not look pleased, indeed, her brows were knit rather closely. Right, three slaves are due to the Chieftain and he claims a tenth of the plunder. There were some rather irritated grumbles from the raiders, the rather large portion being given to the Chieftain not exactly a popular thing. Ika shrugged, knowing there was nothing that could be done about it. That was simply the way of things. In order to prevent further unrest among her raiders, and to prevent a possible mutiny, the Talon decided to forfeit her share of the plunder that did not include the slave she had already claimed. She was already wealthy enough and there would be other raids to be had. With that decided the Talon turned to her second in command. Take the rest of the slaves to market and split up the rest of the coin among the men. Ill take my slave and get her branded. Also, select three among the slaves to give to the Chieftain. Best to avoid gaining his ire in this matter. Yes, Talon. The orc replied, heading off to see the orders carried out. Ika meanwhile recovered her slave from the lot and moved to carry her over her shoulder like a sack of grain. Right. Lets make everything nice and official now, slave. Cant have you running around without a proper brand. The Talon said as she headed down a street.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Lerisa's resistance was draining. Which was not to say she was broken, but it was getting harder and harder to find the energy to mount any kind of resistance. Insurrection was completely out of the question by the time they reached the city. The other slaves no longer came to her for help when they stopped. Perhaps they understood she did not have the energy to help anyone, including herself, or perhaps she was an unwanted reminder that things would get worse, quickly. She had no strength to resist when the leader, whose name she had eventually learned was Ika, threw her over her shoulder. Though she did oompf at the uncomfortable position and attempt to beat her back with her bound hands. Even though she suspected she didn't have enough strength for it to be noticeable. There were more words she was starting to pick up. Especially slave. While the rest of it was still not quite in her grasp, though some of it she felt like she should know. She was fairly certain the woman had not just said, Ok, my honored slave, let's go get you cleaned up and healed. but that whatever the plan was, it was not going to be good. My name. Her own pronunciations were getting better, Is Lerisa. Not slave. She might not be able to do much physically, but she wasn't broken yet.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Ika had frowned when the priestess, Lerisa apparently, once more spoke in her native tongue. It was almost a string of coherent words however it was far from mastery of the language. The orc let the comment slide without addressing it, figuring it not even worth the effort to justify that bit with a response. Ika could call Lerisa whatever she wanted, the priestess belonged to her after all. Though, she supposed Lerisa was not a terrible name. It did however seem so very human in both pronunciation and just how it sounded when Ika silently mouthed the name. Overly pretty in her opinion. The Talon made her way through the streets of Ur-Toth, passing around market stalls and pleased when some difference was granted her. She was a ranking member of the military after all Talons were just below Shamans, which were just below the Chieftain. Orc society was pretty clear cut and simple in terms of hierarchy, nothing really complicated about it. There was no nobility the warrior class simply ruled the society. As such members of the large warrior class were given respect, especially if they were Talons. Being a Talon meant one had proven they could lead as well as fight, traits valued in the violent Orc society. Ika reached her destination, one of the citys slave branders. He looked a bit bored honestly however when he noticed Ika approaching he perked up. The Talon offered him his fee, extra indicating that shed prefer to do the branding herself. With that the pair of them would attempt to move Lerisa into a restraint that looked rather similar to a stocks. If they managed that Ika would remove a brand from the hot coals. Upon it was the orcish symbol that indicated one was a slave, a marker that the person in question was property. Any place in particular you had in mind for the brand? Her face maybe? Much more clear that way. The orc inquired. Mmm no, that would mar her pretty face. Im thinking buttocks. She might not be able to sit down for a while but it should do the job. Ika responded, lining up the brand around that area. Likely wont show so easily underneath clothing. You are assuming shes going to be wearing anything. The Talon responded, smirking at the orc. With that she would press the hot brand up against the priestess right buttock, holding it there for a few seconds before removing it. If she had done it right then the brand would be burned nicely into Lerisas skin. Ika always liked that bit about getting a fresh slave the branding was always such a possessive thing. Its why she always liked doing it, might not be as clean as a professional doing it but it was more rewarding. Cemented that her slave now belonged to her, that they had been marked irrevocably.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

As she was slung over Ika's shoulder, she could not see where they were going. Which meant rather than focusing on her fear at whatever was in store for her, she spent the horribly uncomfortable journey annoyed both her hitting and small verbal resistance had been so ineffectual that they did not even warrant a response. Annoyance gave place to fear when Ika and the brander moved her from Ika's shoulder to the set of restraints. That she did fight, as much as she could, trying to pull her body from where they wanted, trying to escape, not to run away--she knew she had no strength for that--but to somehow escape branding. Which of course, she had no hope of doing and it was not long before they had her shackled and were discussing her, she assumed, as nothing more than a piece of cattle. She did go as still as possible when the brand was applied, though her brain demanded she pull away from the burning painful heat. She knew if she did it would only make it worse. That did not, however, stop her from screaming until it was pulled away. It still hurt, but less so once the iron was removed. Tears rolled down her face, her fists clenching, so much pain. Not worse than the raping, but different.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Ika was pleased with the work she had done and offered the brand back to the brander, before working to remove the bindings around Lerisa. With the brand in place the orc found it a nice time to try out her now official slave in her own home. The Talon hoisted the woman over her shoulder once more, waving to the brander before heading back out through the city streets. As she moved through the markets her eyes were caught in the section generally reserved for slaves and slave supplies. Might indeed be a good idea to purchase some fresh manacles for Lerisa, perhaps a collar as well? In the end Ika ended up purchasing a couple of pairs of manacles for Lerisas wrists and ankles and a common leather collar with a ring at the throat for a leash. With her purchases for the day done, the orc finally made her way home. The Talons home was actually a rather humble affair, a simple one floor flat with four main rooms. There was a sitting room, a kitchen that doubled as the dining room, a bathroom with a sizable tub, and the bedroom which possessed a bed large enough for two. Out back was a privy and a training post for exercise. The Talon stepped inside, unceremoniously dropping Lerisa on the floor as well as the manacles. The tall warrior stretched and smiled, it was good to be home finally. Most grunts were stuck in the barracks set up around the city, Talons were afforded more luxury. Indeed, among the orcs having a bathroom was a luxury. Ika was not one to openly admit it, but she liked being clean and well groomed. It was something she regarded as a bit of a dirty secret, a weakness shed deny to her dying breath if accused. Welcome to your new home, slave. Hope you like it, you wont be leaving for a long time. Ika said. With that the orc produced the restraining devices and held them up, wanting to fit Lerisa with them as soon as possible. So we can do this the easy way, slave, or the hard way. Hold out your wrists and ankles and dont make a fuss. Ika said, wondering if Lerisa understood a bit of what she was saying.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

The day had been trying, and it was still early. She had been humiliatingly carried. Branded. She was pretty sure Ika had bought slave equipment or something she wasn't sure as she could only see what she could when she turned her head to look at something other than Ika's back. She tried to resist she just wasn't sure what was left she could do. Lerisa bit her lip when she was dropped on the floor like a bundle of flour so as not to whimper. Perhaps if she kept the acknowledgement of pain silent. If she didn't react, Ika would bore of her. When the woman spoke to her and then commanded, she thought her hands and feet, Lerisa simply glared at her. There was not as much heat in those green eyes as there had been previously, but it was all she had left. A glare. A refusal to react. A refusal to obey. She knew she would pay for it, but what loss really considering her life would be pain one way or the other.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Ika growled at the refusal, dropping the restraints and reaching down to savagely grip her slave by the hair. The Talon would then attempt to drag the naked woman through the house and into her bedroom, tossing her onto the large bed. The cover was fine and well maintained fur, plush really and a comfort one might not expect from the brutal and no-nonsense orc. The Talon was not pleased with the priestess continued refusal and so decided it a good time to punish her. She did not overly care if Lerisas brand hurt in the position of lying down on the bed the slave had brought this upon herself. The orc would attempt to pin Lerisas hands above her head with one hand and immediately set about inserting three of her fingers into her womanhood. There was no warning, no teasing, she simply pushed them right in and went in as deeply as she could. Ika smirked cruelly down at the priestess, letting her know right now what the price for disobedience was. Technically she was letting her off easy, normally that would have earned as nice whipping. Instead Ika figured this would suffice, given the priestess' obvious hatred for it. Truthfully she had been planning on doing this anyway Lerisa had just managed to provide a very convenient excuse. Her green fingers would start to quickly pump in and out, not bothering to be gentle about this entire affair. Part of Ika wanted the priestess to put up a bigger struggle than she had thus far in these attempts. There had been struggle the previous times, but nothing that had really done anything. Perhaps Lerisa was simply too weak physically to deal with a female orc in her prime. Ika did not spend overly long contemplating that as she simply got back to work. Punishment. Ika growled, wondering if Lerisa even knew the word.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

The effect of softness, even if she were thrown onto it brutally and what was sure to come next would be horrid, took her off guard. For a moment she laid there stunned, her hands almost petting the comforting softness, even as the landing on her ass hurt. That did not last long as Ika was on top of her, pinning her hands and again raping her. Not being up against a tree, having a bit more leverage, and room to move, Lerisa tried to fight back. She fought to pull her arms out of Ika's grasp, rocked her hips not in an attempt to increase her pleasure but to try to pull away from Ika's fingers and make it more difficult for her to get back in. She kicked her legs, trying to kick or knee Ika in the back or groan or any soft spot she could reach. If only she could get her mouth close to something soft of Ika's, so she could bite. Ika might own her, but Lerisa had to fight that, had to not let her simply own her.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

It seemed as though Ika had let herself grow a bit too complacent in the treatment of her slave, as she was caught off guard by the rough rebuke from Lerisa. A knee found her unprotected stomach and spots started dancing before the orcs eyes, the attack having caught her off her guard. She managed to avoid being bitten though that was no consolation for the sharp pain roiling in her gut right now. So Lerisa did indeed still have some fight in her, that was Ikas mistake for assuming she had seen everything the priestess was capable of. Not a mistake she intended to let stop her. The Talon was seeing red right about now, her green cheeks flushing in anger and her eyes flashing very dangerously. If the priestess wanted to play rough then Ika would certainly oblige her on this matter. Ika pulled back her own fist and attempted to punch the priestess in the gut, hoping to stun the human. Next she would try and deliver a couple of harsh slaps to Lerisas face, growling in anger the whole while. Ika was not fond of bruising her property over much, however rebellion needed to be nipped in the bud as soon as possible. You stupid little slave! Im going to punish you for that! The orc yelled. She would attempt to grip Lerisas hair so that she could drag her out back. That was where Ika had set up a nice little whipping post for her previous slave, indeed the thing still possessed a few small bloodstains from when the Talon got carried away. Ika was going to teach her slave a lesson she hoped she would not soon forget. A lesson of punishment and pain brought about from the lash of a whip. Breaking in humans could always be so troublesome they were a wily breed of slave after all. Not nearly as easily domesticated as elves were. Ika would attempt to now tie Lerisa to the post, though she doubted the priestess would make it easy for her.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

It was horrible to gloat. Especially against a woman who had raped her multiple times and branded her. Perhaps less horrible and more really dangerous. But Lerisa did just that. The expression on her face was one of complete triumph. She had managed to actually hurt Ika, and while she tried, unsuccessfully, not to cry out when she was punched and slapped, there was still a sense of victory. As opposed to?! The words were wheezed out and in her native tongue rather than Orkish, though she had understood the gist of the yelled words. Seriously, this round of rape had been referred to with the same term, so no matter what she did, unless she submitted, she would be punished, what did it matter how Ika abused her. She tried to jerk her head away, but Ika already had ahold of her hair, and that just caused her more pain, but that did not mean that she did not make it as difficult as possible to tie her to the whipping post, flailing and pulling away as much as possible, and trying to get another hit in on Ika as she did so. The fear in the pit of her stomach at the blood on the post added fuel to her struggle. Ika, she knew, would win, but she would make it cost Ika as much as she could in the process!
Thread: One hell of a butler (wiki234 x jaburo56)

To make a deal with a demon is pure madness. However, sometimes revenge calls for mad actions. It is early morning and the mansion is already a buzz of activity. The gardener has already begun tending to his greenery, the chef has almost finished breakfast, the maid has already cleaned two wings, and the young mistress still has not awoken. Is the young mistress still not awake? Just how long does she plan on sleeping today? The chef exclaimed impatiently. He had always worried that his food would not be enjoyed at the moment of completion. It just wouldn't be the same if they had time to alter temperature too much. A chuckle left a man standing in the corner of the kitchen. The man stood tall with fair skin, dark black hair, a cool and calm look of confidence ever stuck to his face, and a pair of almost unsettling red eyes in his skull. He looked to be no older than mid twenties but displayed a wisdom and knowledge of someone much older. Sebastian Michaelis, the head butler of the house and closest person to the young mistress. He spoke after a few moment, She has a busy day ahead of her. She will need as much sleep as she can get if she plans to get through it all without getting cranky. He watch the chef continue cooking. Though he was not the chef himself, he took it upon himself to ensure the food was perfect. Once completed, he took it upon himself to take the breakfast up to his mistresses bedroom. As he walked through the corridors to the master bedroom, his eyes calmly surveyed the area around himself in search of faults. Already, only after one hallway, he had made mental notes of at least a dozen fixed he needed to see to. These fixes would have taken a normal butler ages to notice, but Sebastian was no normal butler. He approached the door to the master bedroom and knocked with his free hand, mostly out of tradition before entering. He approached the bed, Your breakfast is ready, won't you rise? He smiled and looked to his mistress, the one who had summoned him, a demon, to aid in her revenge.
Thread: One hell of a butler (wiki234 x jaburo56)

Serena was the craziest person to many people that knew her. Well she was already crazy normally but this wasn't normal having a butler....a demon butler. She didn't care, Serena didn't have to because she was fueled by revenge of what had happened to her when she was young. The long storry short of her past being that her parents had split after a huge fight over a serious matter that cause her and her mother to live away in the mansion though he lived somewhere as well as this in another part of the country. Serena couldn't forgive him for what he's done personally to her, seeing as he didn't care much for her safety or just general care as being his daughter. Though somehow she inherited a Mansion from her great grandfather, and she's been surviving for a little while now. Right now Serena was asleep in her bed, wearing a white nightgown and her long black hair that laid behind her as if they were a bunch of black snakes that couldn't move at all. She yawned and hugged the pillow next to her, slowly opening her eyes to see the dress man in front of her. Yawning and sitting up Serena slowly stretched seeing the Suns Ray barely hitting the window from the curtains that still covered it, thank you.. She said softy turning to pick up her plate and place it on her lap beginning to eat it.
Thread: One hell of a butler (wiki234 x jaburo56)

Sebastian held the tray with her breakfast steady and waited for her to pick up her bowl before putting the tray away and placing a napkin below the bowl, on Serena's lap. He bowed and placed a hand on his chest, Of course. He stood straight and allowed her to eat a few bites before giving her a run down of her tasks for the day. Mistress, the Count Du Lion will be here in a few hours to discuss the partnership he mention at last weeks party. He seems very eager. Sebastian pulled several letters from his vest, all from the count. He moved on, You also have a singing, mathematics, and history lessons today. He finished and waited patiently for Serena to finish before removing her plate and providing her with hot morning tea. He stepped away, I shall prepare your bath. Sebastian turned on his heals and entered her bathroom where he began preparing her bath.
Thread: One hell of a butler (wiki234 x jaburo56)

She sighed and let him take the plates once she was done, taking the teacup and slowly sipping on it. Now she felt a bit better and more awake now, but of course she rolled her eyes hearing what she ended up having to do today. The partnership, she remembered him clearly mentioning about it but of course serena didn't care or pay much attention to people who wanted things from her, but hearing everything else at least she didn't seem to have anything big and she didn't have to travel, everythig was right at home which means that she wouldn't have to worry about how comfortable she was. Once she was done with her tea and setting it down on the tray, she stood up and stretched again with another yaen, pulling the curtains out for the sun to shine on the room and seeing the view of garden and some of the other parts of the mansion in front of her, ok... Serena replied deciding to stand there for a bit and look around from her window.