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Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Samuel Wolf said Samuel looked at the woman and then at the coins though he didn't know there worth he did know they were made of rare metal o he took the small gold coin and left the rest befor going and coming back with a glass full of water If ya sing for this drunken lot I'll let ya stay the night for free and you can keep your earnings he said his IWhen accent loosing through a bit dispute his attempts to hide it his dail moving side to side befor he ran off to full fill another order Whenever your ready go through your door and follow the hall to a small room pick out an outfit or wear what you got all the same to me but be ready to sing Click to expand... Batik released a thankful sigh and smiled as the bartender so graciously accepted her offer. He took a single golden coin but she would not begrudge him from doing so. She thankfully took the glass and sipped from it slowly before she remembered and fidgeted in her seat as she said, I am most grateful to you. When the sun sets I will retire, I have come ahead of my brother who is a musician of no small talent. We can happily share quarters and he shall play for you to earn his own stay, if you would allow. I would be thankful. she told him, bowing her head slightly in thanks. She finished off her glass of water and clung to her cloak before she nodded to him and stood to find her room. She slid into it quickly, nervous still despite herself. She glanced around to ensure she was alone before she dropped her cloak and stretched out her gossamer wings with a relieved sigh, her dress of tattered flowers a mere shadow of what it used to be but still clinging to her form far better than any human garment. She pulled it free gingerly and set it aside, her sparkling skin catching the light as she reached for a human-made dress to wear and hide her fae features.
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Olivia worked as a room keeper for the Victory. The small brunette didn't look it, especially with her linen dress and petite figure but she wasn't a force to be reckoned with or to be reckoned by. She stood at a mere 5 foot 4 inches with a weight of about one-hundred and ten pounds. Her clean hands definitely weren't very threatening, and even the look on her freckled face wasn't even every off putting. In fact she smiled often, but just not in this place. She hated this place. She worked, cleaning the bed chambers of guests and slaves alike. It was a nasty business and she was often mistaken for one of the hired girls. An assumption she didn't like very well, especially when certain clients get too handsy. She could take care of herself, but she was employed by the same person who enslaved the other girls no less. That in turn, lead to some times where the owner would introduce special guests to her in which she had to cater to their rooms in more ways than just being there to clean. Her green eyes shimmered in the candle light as she passed through the bar area. She was headed to grab some lunch. There were a few figures loitering around the room and she thought how strange it was that people were here so early. Hey. Olivia passed a small wave to the bartender Samuel, leisurely making her way to the kitchen.
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Gloria noticed another employee of the tavern, Olivia. Like Gloria, she wasn't a fan of the current situation but she was determined to make the best of it. Oh, hey Olivia! I've been working on a new card trick. I'll have to show it to you when you've got a few minutes.
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Silk turned around to face the dark, towering bloodwolf, and her eyes went wide with awe and terror. The beast was huge, bigger even than the orcs and ogres and such that often came into the tavern, and Silk had never seen anything quite like him. Oh... thank you, sir, she said quietly, acknowledging his compliment. I... I've never even heard of a bloodwolf before... She held her broom with both hands for comfort, and tried not to look too intimidated. But I, um, I'm afraid I have quite a lot of sweeping to do... A- Are you sure one of the other girls wouldn't be better for you? Silk knew that it would be a very, very bad idea to make this man angry, but at the same time, the thought of having to pleasure such a large monster frightened her.
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Batik returned to the tavern after she had changed, the dress she'd chosen was simple. A peasant's dress, a deep blue with long bell-sleeves. She appeared small in it, the heavy material hanging off her shoulders and exposing the top crest of her breasts, but it was the only thing she could think of that looked like she may be able to hide her wings as a cloak against. She kept them still, draped to her back like a cape pinned to the back of the dress. She carried out a slim silver harp, lilies and flowers curling up from the base. One of the few things she'd taken from the fae realm before her exile. She found a seat in a corner by the door, set down a small collection pan at her feet and settled upon the chair. She strummed her harp, feeling her nervousness leave her as she began to sing. Her voice was light, as sweet as the sound of silver bells, or the trickle of starlight over a stream. Her fingers plucked at the harp elegantly and her eyes were misty as she sang lightly about rolling hills and sweeping valleys far away.
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Bloodwing watched her as he could smell her fear. Good that will make her submissive to him. None of the other girls have caught my eye like you have, don't worry I've never killed a slave who pleasures me. I just make them mine forever he told her as he walked up to her and shrunk down to his human form in the shadows.
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Silk quivered at the bloodwolf's words and hungry stare. F-forever? she echoed, with a shaky voice. It was clear to her now that she had no choice, and she laid her broom against the wall. She had other duties to attend to now. As the huge, black-furred creature shrank down, transforming into a rugged and scarred human man, she relaxed just slightly, though she still found him intimidating. V-very well... she said, submitting, then what is my master's name?
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

I am known as Bloodwing, Only known Bloodwolf in this universe. Bit I'm also the most powerful monster here, the mighty overlord knows this which is why he is scared of me Bloodwing told her as he stepped into the light fully, reviling quite frankly the most attractive male slik would have probably seen in her life. His only scar was on his right eye, his messy blonde hair shining in the light and fluttering slightly. He would touch her cheek as he asked What's your name then?
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

The young half-fiend girl was taken aback. She still had no idea what a bloodwolf really was, but it was clear that he was extremely powerful, and probably far more dangerous than the orcs and other common monsters that she was used to seeing. She flinched a bit as he touched her cheek, but tried not to look too scared or startled. I... my name is Silk. I'm just an orphan, and a slave...
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Bloodwing gazed into her eyes. He knew what sort of thoughs were going though her head right now and that actually made things all that more interesting as he said I'm an orphan myself, saw both my parents get killed by the orcs and I was sold off as a slave to a werewolf and Vampire couple who treated me like shit. When I first became a bloodwolf I murder them
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Silk tried to meet Bloodwing's gaze, but his eyes frightened her, and she couldn't bear it. She stared down at his chest and abdomen instead. It didn't surprise her at all to find that he was an orphan, but it sounded like he must have had an especially unpleasant childhood. I... see. It sounds like life has been cruel to you, as it is with many orphans. It was common at the orphanage I grew up in for the kids to be beaten, and abused. I can't imagine what it would have been like to be raised by a vampire and werewolf though... It seemed strange to Silk to be talking to a patron, especially one who was probably rather eager to be doing... other things with her, but she didn't mind. It was certainly easier than those other things.
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

I'll trade you some bread for a drink! Olivia smiled half heartedly before nodding in Gloria's direction. The slender dark haired vixen loved magic and anything of that sort. She pushed through the door of the kitchen, only two of the other help prepping for dinner meandered around. She helped herself to a juicy apple before tearing off a half of bread from a baguette. Olivia even snuck away a bit of cheese to go with the bread hidden underneath a cloth napkin. The owner didn't feed them enough anyhow. Olivia was a quietime girl most of the time, she liked to draw the least amount of attention to herself. She found it easy to top toe around places going un noticed. She was out of the kitchen in no time at all, a platform in one hand and her apple in another as she munched on a bit of the fruit and walked at the same time. The human girl set the plate of bread and cheese down at the end of the bar for Samuel to come get as he pleased as it wasn't good policy for the bartender to eat on the job. The young woman took a seat in front of the plate and lapped at the juices escaping from the red apple onto her feminine hand.
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Bloodwing chuckled as he said Well it gets worse when both of them are Alpha of their own tribes. He could see her looking as he chest so he flexed a little to show off his rippling muscles to her before he choose to have a little fun and casted a spell on the human girl Oliva which would immediately make her body feel hot. He looked back at Silk to see how she reacted to the large rippling muscles infront of her now
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Olivia attempted to mind her own business with everything that started to go on around her. She was glad there would be entertainment in the form of singing rather than the dull roar of drunken men. As she sat there on her break, biting away at her apple she began to feel her body temperature rise. It was an uncomfortable feeling that started in the pit of her stomach and spread out down to her toes and finger tips. Losing her a petite, Olivia set the apple down and pressed her hands to the wooden bar. A strange look on her face before she stood up, drawing in a long breath in hopes to subdue this odd heat flash. Her cheeks turned pink and she raced into the kitchen again without another word. The petite girl Immediately started searching for a water jug and dipped her hands into it to splash her face. It felt refreshing but she couldnt help feeling the urge to peel her clothes off. She resisted that ubsurd urge but wiped the water off of her face and fanned herself with her hand. It seemed the heat flash was passing gradually. She hoped Samuel had made her something cold.
Thread: Spoils of the Victors, Fantasy Brothel/Slavery/Monster

Bloodwing watched Oliva every move as he flexed his hand to increase the urges she felt. Just for more fun, he made it so she would only be satisfied once he had his way with her. The werewolf and vampire blood in him wanted to see this human girl become wet between her legs, just to satisfy a lewd urge.
Thread: The Master's Doll [Major Mario & Spynmaster]

Professor Marco Pendalon was a gifted engineer in bio-genetics. His research would've paved the way for medicine and longevity. However, his rivals conspired to remove him from the university he taught in and revoke his practice, being called unethical and a mad scientist. Scorned and betrayed, he felt that those in power weren't worthy of their positions, so...he began plans to remove them. First, his former-university...then the world. But first...he would need a servant...a canvas to make his ultimate creation. He thought over it long and hard, searching the world through hidden cameras until he found the ideal test subject...a former waitress who was recently fired from her job. She would be desperate for work. Little did she know that her next job would get her more than she signed on for. A note was sent to the girl in the mail. She was accepted for an interview as a secretary. She was given the address and she was told to dress to impress, which was code for dress sexy while looking professional.
Thread: The Master's Doll [Major Mario & Spynmaster]

Claire , after being fired from her position as a waitress in the ever illustrious Choco-Grande Cafe, was left bitter and disgusted. The manager and owner said it had nothing to do with her performance or how customers viewed her, but rather with 'circumstances beyond their control'. No matter how much they sugarcoated it, Claire knew that the managers didn't like her. Ever since she turned down that creep buser's advances- he was the owner's son for pete's sake- she felt as if she had a noose around her neck that the others were all too eager to pull. She didn't play ball, so she was let go. But there was a silver lining to the whole ordeal, and that came in through the mail exactly a day later! Me? A secretary? For a professor? Claire blushed from the honor when she read the letter. Wow... J-jeez, that's something- I uh... I'll do my best, I swear! In all honesty Claire didn't have many dresses that were impressive. After college she found herself with very little money and influence, so rather than waste it all on high heels, close-cropped outfits and hairstyles she stuck with practical uniforms and those she 'borrowed' from previous establishments. Hey, she worked there, she should keep what was given to her! Her current uniform would do the trick, though Claire couldn't help but think that she should show off a little more skin. She opted to switch her pressed white shirt for a blouse that showed off her neck and collar while her skirt revealed a little bit of her thighs and luscious legs- her strongpoint, as she was told. Wherever the location of the interview was, Claire would soon arrive at the right time- 700 PM. ANd, whatever the location was- be it a certified office or residential lot, Claire would knock on the door and ring the doorbell before smoothing out her dress and announcing herself. Hello? Mr. Pendalon? It's Claire Rivers. I'm here for the interview?
Thread: The Master's Doll [Major Mario & Spynmaster]

Ah yes, Ms. Rivers. Marco came to the door. He had his colbalt blue long shaggy hair, which stood out the most along with circular glasses and his typical lab coat over his white shirt and black pants. Please come in. Thank you for responding to my letter. He looked at her up and down, very much liking what he saw. He was groping her with his mind, especially that ass that bulged in her skirt. He led her through the halls, where all the doors were closed, hiding several things that might scare off a possible test subject. He then sat her down in his office, which had various things from sticky notes to other various office items. Please excuse the mess. Marco said. I've been very busy with my work and don't have alot of time to organize, hence why you're here, my dear. Some water? He offered some bottles of water from an ice chest nearby. Little did Claire know that those bottles held more than just water. There were also other hidden things that would affect Claire's mind and body.
Thread: The Master's Doll [Major Mario & Spynmaster]

From the moment Claire laid eyes on Professor Pendalon she had him figured for an odd, eccentric sort. The long blue shaggy hair was a dead giveaway for that while his circular glasses and scientist getup only helped to convince Claire that, while this man was an oddball, he was serious about his passion and was probably a really fun guy to get along with. Nobody died their hair blue and jumped into the sass and misery pool, after all. Smiling politely the blonde-haired young woman followed the man into the office building and down the halls, finding herself at peace or at the very least trusting this man. Well, that trust would soon be her downfall now, wouldn't it? Completely unaware of the closed doors that might be hiding questionable materials, the lecherous thoughts running through Marco's mind and the situation she was luring herself in, Claire continued on and sat down in a plush chair opposite Marco's own. The two of them were separated by a desk, which was a good thing for Claire didn't want the professor to see her nervous fingers twitching about in her lap. She at least brought a pressed folder with her resume and references, so she had that to hold onto and curb her nervousness somewhat. Oh, yes please, thank you, Claire replied as she took one bottle of water out from Marco's hand. Using the other hand she placed her folder down upon the desk and pulled out her resume and references. The mess doesn't bother me, sir. Erm... Can I say something? It's a real honor, sir, to even be considered being your secretary- a professor like you, I mean, you must be doing so much to help people out there! Yeah, uh- heheh... Blushing from her little speech and needing a distraction to calm her down, Claire unscrewed the cap off of the completely unsuspicious water bottle and took a few gulps. Once she was finished she placed the bottle back on the desk and clasped her hands together upon her lap, eager to answer questions... Unless whatever the things in that water took effect right then and there!
Thread: The Master's Doll [Major Mario & Spynmaster]

As he took the resume and looked through it, Marco grinned inside his mind as Claire drank the water. She was already drowning and she didn't even know it. The contents of the bottle were far more than water. It was a mix of a chemical designed to change the biological information of a person's mind. Even as they spoke, Claire began to feel more and more eager to please Marco, not just to get the position, but to be much, MUCH closer to him. Well, I try. Marco said. All I can do is use my mind to do what I can for this world...even if it is not very well appreciated. But all I can do is go on and try. It's what I live for, my work on bio-genetics. But enough about me. My dear Claire, tell me about yourself. What made you want to apply to be my secretary? As he looked right in her eyes, she got the message that he was liking what he saw, and that he wanted to see more and more of her. From what he said, she got the impression that he wanted to know a bit about her life, sneaking in some bits about her personal life...maybe a small hint of her sex life...very small.
Thread: The Master's Doll [Major Mario & Spynmaster]

It wasn't like Claire could just leap over the desk, tear her clothes off and confess her love to the professor in one go, and in such short amount of time. These things took patience, but the professor knew all about that concept now, didn't he? Regardless, the chemicals in the water would indeed play a large part in Claire's downfall and, possibly, her rebirth as Marco's favorite test subject. Already they were working on her mind and numbing her inhibitions while encouraging her to get closer to the dear professor. She scooted around the desk just a little, hoping that she wasn't imposing or anything, and leaned against the side as she went from looking at the professor like he was some kind of revered figure to looking at him like he had the potential to become her boyfriend. Blushing like a schoolgirl, Claire told the professor all about her qualifications, where she went to school, the company she kept, her favorite color and animal and that sort of thing. She began to play with a strand of her hair as the chemicals in the water continued to work their magic on her mind- soon she was getting closer to the professor in more ways than one. Already she was at an arm's length away from him, and still getting closer. Ever so slowly she raised one hand to her blouse and began to pluck at the buttons holding the garment together, all the while being completely unaware of her actions. I uh... P-Professor Mar- Pendalon... I've on-only been with one other man... my whole life, but he never... loved me quite as much as he should have, the waitress mumbled, her blush increasing along with the size of her eyes. It seemed that she might just figure out what was going on, but was it far too late to resist? Possibly... But oh, what fun she would be having soon!
Thread: The Master's Doll [Major Mario & Spynmaster]

Marco smiled as he heard Claire talk about herself, particularly the juicy personal bits of information she shared about love life. Well that's too bad. Marco said. Surely a lovely girl like you deserves someone who can...take care of you. He made a grin as he said that, seeing Claire scooting to him slyly and undoing a button on her blouse, her brain telling her to not forget to show her fabulous legs to him. You know, I take very good care of my secretaries, as long as they do as they are told. I do alot of important work, and I need someone warm, approachable, and dependable to work for me. What do you say, Claire, do you think you can be that person? The building thoughts inside Claire's mind told her that if she wanted to feel that love she never found before, she needed to be around Marco 247. During the conversation, Claire was getting thirsty, and she was going to need that tasty water Marco offered so generously.
Thread: The Master's Doll [Major Mario & Spynmaster]

Someone warm, approachable and dependable. Of course Claire could be that person- she almost always was! Speaking of warmth, the young woman could feel it radiating from her very core and her cheeks as her blush increased. It felt to her like she was growing intoxicated, more addled with every syllable that rolled off the Professor's tongue. Claire also felt more uncomfortable with her position and found that the closer she was to Marco the better she felt. Her legs, once perfectly straight and hanging down over the chair, were now situated in a position where Marco could see the meat on her thighs and the subtle trace of her ass through them. And even still, he might just be able to catch a glimpse of some pretty pink lace beneath the dull black of her skirt, and the arousal that was burning there. Y-es, yes I can, Professor Pendalon, Claire said, her voice dipping into a low coo without her knowing. She reached for the water bottle again and downed the entire contents in one go as if she really needed it. Uhguu... Y-yeah... I want someone... to take care of me, Mr. Pendalon... As if she was pulled in by a black hole Claire got up from her seat and wobbled her way over to the professor only to stumble and fall down upon his lap. The curve of her soft buttocks cut into his leg while her body and hand pressed against his chest. The chemicals were really doing a number on her, it seemed! Sorry... I feel... really strange, Claire whimpered, her succulent lips inches away from the man's own.