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Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Kylar wasn't in the best of moods. In fact, today he was in a positively foul one. He hadn't dreamt last night, his sleep had been peaceful. Or it should have been... had he not been woken up by that blasted storm. Moreover, the storm had been heavy enough that half the villages he had to visit today, would be muddy... and he hated having to trudge through the slush. Well, the only silver lining was, he wouldn't have to clean his own boots later on... he'd have his soldiers do that for him. That thought calmed him a little. Plus, it was the tax season and that was always an irksome time... he'd have to listen to endless excuses - failed crops, sudden illnesses, slow business... the list was endless. And then he'd have to cuff a few of them.. or his soldiers would get overly creative and he'd have to keep a watchful eye that they didn't get too far out of hand. But between them, they usually got 'em all to pay. His reputation helped too. He had killed for less and they knew it. But, killing these peasants wouldn't help their cause at all... dead serfs do not pay. But, it wouldn't hurt to let them keep believing that he might. In any case, most times the mere sight of him would be enough. His wasn't an unpleasant face... but there was enough iron in the weatherbeaten visage, that most sane people would not try his patience without good cause. His six-foot frame was corded with muscle. All the years of training and the constant fighting kept him lean and, to use a cliche, mean! Tiny scars criss crossed his arms, a few even touched his face, but it was testament to his skill that none of them seemed to have been caused by a serious wound. Still, they were enough to put the fear of god into the villagers. His sword hung low on his hips, and was always loose in its scabbard. A fact he unconsciously kept checking a little too often. It was more out of habit than anything else... but that one little practice was what scared people the most. It gave him the air of a coiled serpent, ready to strike at the smallest hint of provocation. And to be perfectly honest, he could go from calm to deadly in less than a heartbeat. As he rode into the village with his men, the people scampered to get out of his way. He sent his soldiers out to collect the taxes while he walked his horse around between the houses. As he passed one of the little hovels, he noticed a charred field with a split oak at one end. It didn't take a mean intellect to figure out what had happened. From the smell, he knew this was recent, probably the storm last night had been responsible. He shook his head with a grimace. The farmer wouldn't be able to pay his taxes this time... and it wasn't his fault either. He turned around and walked his horse to the little hovel, but his soldiers had already beaten him to the door and they were dragging the poor man out. He'd have to put a stop to it, but it wouldn't hurt to let the other villagers get an eyeful first. It would only make them all that much more nervous and eager to pay.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Sarah was standing onside the hovel when the men arrived. Her eyes where squeezed shot when she listened to the absolutely true explanations of her father about the thunderstorm. The soldiers wouldnt listen and she could hear the first hit. A fist braced with iron connected to something soft and she sunk down against the hovel wall cryng weakly as she only heard the sounds of the beating. She felt like throwing up, anger rose within her anger agaisnt the soldiers agaisnt the landlord against the whole world. But a kind soul like her could never let it loose. After a few minutes of the threatening sounds she head a crackign sound and a scream escaped her father. This was too much for her to bear. She ran out of the hut and saw her father was being held up against the wooden wall of the hovel. go back inside! she ordered her weakly but she didnt. Her warms wrapped around him so her back would cover his sotmach where he was mainly hit by the soldiers. She was't tall so her head only reahed a little lower than her fathers neck. She held onto him standing in they way of the soldiers so they wouldn't hit him anymore. You dont have any heart do you?, she shouted at them angered her eyes red from the tears. can't you see what happaned? The thunderstorm destroyed our crops we can not pay even if we dont pay we will be nearly starving she screamed muffled by her fathers chest. When she turned her head to see the soldiers. She flinched when she saw the leader who was known to draw his sword quickly and on occasions that seemed not even worth drawing it. The ground made a crunching sound as it slightly gave in when he got off the horse and the weight of his body plus the armor forced the mubby ground to lower lightly beneeth him. Terror was in her beautiful eyes as the other soldiers stepped aside to leave their captain the place for acting. Sarah's hands clutched the cloth of her fathers gown tightly. Her knuckles were white from the strength she used to hold unto it as it forced the blood out of her hands. Thud, Thud, Thud a few times iron connected with mudy gravel ground until she could hear it was close enough to reach. Her eyes squeezed shut and shivering in fear she waited for the judgement. She felt her heart race like crazy. Like they veins tried to pump the blood back into her fisted hands. She felt the light thrusts in her veins cause by the built up blood. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere in her body. She could even hear it it seemed. Her short life passed in front of her eyes again. It was short indeed. She was only 16 years old. To young to die.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Kylar was about to put an end to it, when the fool girl came running out. He heard her scream and shout at the soldiers, and was in no mood to let such disrespect pass. If it had only been the farmer, he might have figured he'd had enough and let it slide this one time. But now,.. It wouldn't do to let these rabble think they can get away with bad mouthing his men. He kneed his horse closer to the commotion and got off, adjusting his sword as he was wont to do. As he approached the man he got a clearer look at the girl. She was barely half his age... and from the tan on her skin, he assumed she helped the old man with the farm. The short shift she wore... for it could hardly be called a dress... revealed perfectly shaped legs. Her eyes were clamped shut... fear perhaps. She must have heard enough of his reputation to have at least that much sense. The dress clung to her and revealed an enticing figure. He'd of course seen her in the village before but hadn't paid much attention. Now he realized, he'd probably missed something. He motioned to one of his men, who immediately grabbed the girl and pulled her roughly aside from her pleading father. Another of his soldiers held the old man, so he didn't try anything foolish. Now that he had a proper look at the girl, he realized she wasn't a bad sight at all. Especially once you got all the dirt and grime off of her. Yes.. she'd clean up nicely. Still looking at her he said over his shoulder to the old man, So you can't pay the taxes... He then turned to the girl and asked her, ...and what is it exactly that you'd have us do, girl? He leaned in close to her and in a harsh whisper said, Perhaps you'd have us overlook it entirely and just let things be? That would be the right thing to do now wouldn't it? He straightened and continued, So the next time I come around and the black smith suggests that his smithy went up in a freak fire... or the butcher's cows were all attacked by wild animals... or perhaps the potter's shed caved in with all his wares still inside... He grabbed the girl's face.. his fingers digging into her cheeks as he forced her to look at him... No child, we cannot afford a heart in this business... nor can we afford to let grimy little girls talk back at us!
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Sarah would feel a the iron grip of a soldier's stell glovves around her uper arms digging into her sken leaving small marks on her armswhile she wa dragged to the leader of the troup. Her whole body shivered while she was brought over to him. Her father wanted to help but the hands of two soldiers holding him against teh wall was much to strong to fight back. Sarah's eyes closedas she was brought to the captain who looked her up and down and she averted her eyes feeling weak beneeth his gaze and even more powerless. His hand reached out for her digging into her soft cheeks. she didn't make a sound yet she could feel the cold iron against her warm skin and how the cold sunk into her cheek coming fomr the metal fingers of his glove. his hand was ghuge it was enought to hold her whole head it seemed and it was firm and relentless. She heard him whisper her raspy voice sounding like the voice of a crow just ready to dive downform the sky on some half dead body to devour the dead flesh. He asked her what she would do despite knowing the answere. He knew she would let it slip he knew what she thought, what the right thing was. Yet he asked and it terrified her. Her lips quivered as if she was about to say something but instead she looked down yet he immediately jerked her head up again forcing her to look into his face. Her face was filled with fear. He could almost taste it. Those smaragd eyes filled with fear and slowly very slowlyhe could see tears gather in those wonderfull green orbs. One rolled down drawing a clean line down her dirty cheek cleasing it form the dust and musd that was in the tears way. It revealed her skin was only of a very light tan. more tears followed. The first one dripped onto his iron-covered palm leaving a pool a pure salty water on it just a little one. The next tear fell onto his hand and soon it was enough so they would run down his hand and drop onto the brown ground which hungrily devoured the poor girls tears. Tears of pure fear. Her mouth opened her lips moved but nothing came out. arghl she rasped weakly and oughed a bit then she finally made it to speal please...i beg you....leave father be she said weakly and hicupped weakly. The fiongers of the soldier who was holding her had drained the blood in her arms and she couldn't feel them anymore. The only thing she felt was fear, the stinging pain of her tears in her eyes which she didnt even dare to close anymore, and the ice cold firm grip of the bracers in her face.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Leave father be.... Those words brought him short. An old memory, that refused to fade no matter how much he tried to forget, surfaced once more, threatening to engulf him in a tidal wave of remorse and grief. A stab of pain lanced through his chest and he grimaced. The feeling was immediately replaced by anger. Of all the things she could've said, those were the last words she should have. His gloved hand immediately went to his sword. The feeling of rage that now engulfed him was staggering in its enormity. He fought to control himself. The world had chosen to punish his father for his crime... why should he be any different? In a flicker that was faster than most eyes could see, his sword was in his hand and he'd turned on his heels. The blade shimmered in the sunlight as he swung the sword, faster than thought and blinded by his own rage... the rage of a helpless boy who could do nothing to save his father. He stopped short just in time, the tip of his blade to the farmer's throat. He vaguely heard her scream.. and the soldiers holding the old man had let go as they were stunned by the speed of his reaction. He struggled to bring his emotions to heel. Somewhere a voice screamed inside his head... a little boy's voice. The fire that burned then in his eyes, could have melted iron. He turned slowly to the girl... You! This has gone on long enough! He still held his sword as he glared at her, The tax MUST be paid. Your fields have burned and you'll have no harvest this season... so, how do you intend to save your worthless hides? Have you got anything at all to offer in place of your father's life? Speak or I gut you here and now... the whole lot of you!
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

She heard his steps lead him away form her and then a swift grind of iron and shrieked in fear. She struggled but the soldier easily held the weak girl in an iron grip. ..MUST be payed it echoed through ehr little head. she winced and whimpered her tears wettening her gown. I do not posses anything... she said and her head run wild on thinking what she could do. She didnt want to have her dad die not now and not due to such a worthless reason like not paying the taxes and even less because of her foolishness. Her gaze wandered to the ground seeing the mudy street beneeth her bare feet. Her toes covered in the dirt. She looked down at herself. Dirty and bruised all voer form work and the abuse of the soldiers. Her short gown that covered her wonderfull round soft breasts but did nothing to hide their fowm. she could see hear tears had darkened the cloth around her neck. like anything i could give you would statisfy your greedy hands she said wekaly so noone could hear. Yet she blinked as soemthing hit her mind. she didn't want it but it was for her father and most likely the whole village i offer myself she said take my life instead of the others. i will gladly give it for the sake of my friends and my fatehr she said firmly yet crying i give my life to your hands. as a payment for the wasted field. Then her voice cracked nothing came out of her anymore and she would have broken down to her knees landing in the mud if the soldier wouldn't hold her so tightly. She was waiting for the judgement being placed on her. She didnt expect to live longer than a few more moments. Yet she ahdn't thought about the fact that 'owning' someone's life could also be handled an other way than killing him. She heard the steps of the heacy iron boots againa nd swalloweda s she looked up with those wonderfull green orbs seeing her executioner comeing intoview his sword still in his hand.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Kylar stared at the girl for a minute. It was a chance he had never been offered. A part of him hated himself for letting her have that chance and another hated her for taking it. At a signal from him the soldier holding the girl forced her to her knees. He then walked up to her, close enough so she was staring at his feet and put the edge of his sword to her throat. Any resistance from the father was held in check by his men... who were, in all honesty, a little shocked at what was happening. Sure they had messed up the old man some, but that was strictly business. The farmer had been unable to pay the tax and therefore would have to be roughed up. That was common sense, 'cos it made sure others did not try to weasel their way out of paying it themselves. But they were well aware that their Captain would never have taken a life over a simple tax evasion, especially when it was clear that the man wasn't lying. But all of this... this just didn't make sense. Sure they had heard of his reputation, but hearing it and seeing the man insane with anger was an entirely different matter. They had no clue what had transpired here to make him this angry. But they were sure as hell that they didn't want to know. None of them dared oppose him either. While the man may have had any qualms about killing one of the villagers, he wouldn't spare a second thought to striking down an armed soldier... and they weren't absolutely sure that being unarmed, would make an iota of a difference. They could do nothing but simply watch as he walked up to the girl. His face was a mask of barely checked anger. They held the old man in place more from a wish to see one less corpse than anything else. In a low voice he said to her, I accept your offer. In exchange for your life, I spare those of your family! The point of his sword slowly moved down her neck and pressed against the hollow of her throat... and moved a little lower still to tug the neckline of her gown ever so lightly... but enough for her to understand his meaning when he spoke, but to everyone else it looked like he was readying to stab her through her heart, I am afraid, you will live to regret your words.... He pulled his sword away and then in barely a whisper, Still, you should consider yourself lucky. This was a chance I was never offered!
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

sarah would feel pressure on her shoulders nad her knees easily gave in to the pressure letting her fell into the mud. Her knees where embraced with it. Soon she saw a pair of iron boots ccome into her veiw. It was muddy and yet looked cold and strong. She looked up at him to look up the length of a cold shining iron blade. she looked dwon again and gasped when she saw the tip of the blade was about to penetrate the gown just over her heart. Everything was dead silent. you could have eard a needly fall to the ground and it would have sounded like roiling thunder. the tip edged closed until she could feel it lightly yet not painfully on her soft thin skin. she started shivering in fear. the shiverinf cause the gown to give in letting the tip enter lightly making a little cut into the grey gown yet her skin was still unharmed. I accept your offer! . it rang through her head. she noticed what she had done and then looked dwon to those shoes again not daring to look at her fathers face. She felt the pressure increase a bot and a singe droplet of blood exited her skin running down her skin and lightly staining the top of the sword. She sweated now the pain was nearly not there as the blade was clean and sharp not causing much pain. Yett he red slowly stained her gown with a little droplet of blood. You shall live to regret your words. Her eyes widened and she looked up as the blade was removed fomr her heart and he stowed it in the sheath. What? she asked in disbelief falling back on her but accidently leaning to the shins of the soldier that had forced her to her knees. what happens now? she asked weakly.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

He looked at her, Your life, as you so nobly offered, is forfeit. It now belongs to me. YOU now belong to me. You may speak your farewells.. and then you shall come with me! He then left her there in the mud as he walked away, calling his soldiers to him. Having checked on the rest of the tax collections for this village, he quietly added a few gold crowns from his own pouch into the collection chest. It wasn't lost on the soldiers and they exchanged looks between them. Kylar wasn't the sort of man to miss much... and he had noticed the look. He gave them orders that as long as the girl remained with him, her family was not to be harmed and they would no longer be taxed. Kylar then ordered them to wait as he went and collected the girl. He thought to take her with him to the other villages. It would do them good to see the penalty for crossing him. Holding onto the reins of his horse, he swung himself on to saddle and with a couple of gentle nudges with his heels, he turned the horse around and walked it back to her house. He waited for her to finish up her teary-eyed goodbyes, after all, it was more than likely she'd never see them again.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

She felt the warmth coming form her fatehr as she hugged him sobbing inot his chest. Her tears had dried after about 10 minutes and an annoyed voice told her to come already as it's owner was impatient now. Slowly and weakly Sarah got up to turn to her new owner. She looked up at him as he sat on his horse towering over her even though he was a few meters away. Weakly she trotted over to him lost in her thoughts of fear and distrust towards this man. her naked feet made wet sounds on the muddy ground. where do ge go? she asked while walking over to him. She was like she was asleep. Walking towards him until she nearly bumped into him and snapped out of her dazed condition. She looked up now. He was tall his head in front of the sun that had broken through the clouds. She swallowed do i need to walk? she asked weakly not sure how she shhould keep up with the horses. She couldn't ride either she never learned it. Her gown flew a bit with the wind and she looked like a lost scarecrow on the bare ground. Damned to do futile tasks in a place she can't escape. Her lips quivered as she breathed in and it seemed like an eternity when she breathed out again. A last time she turned to her still shocked buy crying father and gave him a kind smiling wave. As she did that she could feel a cold iron hand wrap around her wrist
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Leaning down, Kylar grabbed the girl by her waist and lifted her up on to his charger. Only to toss her face down across the pommel of his saddle... like a sack of grain, or maybe in this case 'a hunk of meat', would be more accurate. As he turned the horse around towards the trail leading out of the village, he took a minute to look around at the faces of the peasants that still stood and watched. What was it he saw? Indifference? Or was it relief that it was her and not them? But there wasn't even one person that had raised a voice or tried to defend the girl. It seemed people hadn't changed all the much, in the last 20 years. This might have been his own village... it sure was the same expression that he'd seen on their faces. Maybe it was that... the sudden feeling that this girl was not all that much different from the boy that had started running all those years ago... of maybe it was the hatred he felt towards these people, who could stand and watch one of their own taken without showing so much as the hint of a spine! But whatever the reason, in a voice that would not carry far, he said to her, It may be small consolation... but you have my word that for so long as you please me, your family will always have food on the table and will be taken care of. Cross me.. and that is another matter entirely. With that he heeled the charger to a trot and then to a light gallop as they rode out to the next village. The wind rose as the horse picked up speed and billowed the already rising hem of her gown, showing the back of her thighs. He patted the cloth down, giving her thigh a little squeeze as he did. The leather of his iron fitted glove must have felt rough and cold against her skin. They rode hard all the way to the next village and he pulled the horse to a stop at the village square. Most of them had disappeared inside their homes, the few villagers that remained stared at him and the strange cargo he was carrying. He lifted her down and placed her on her feet. He grabbed her hands and used the reins of his horse to tie her wrists together and looped it over the pommel of the saddle.. It wasn't that he was afraid she would run. But he was well aware of the reaction this simple indignity would engender in the minds of the villagers. He watched as his men went around collecting taxes. He was sure they were being asked about the girl and the soldiers would be trying to explain as best they could... which was good enough he supposed as there were no arguments or excuses from the villagers. Every one coughed up their share of the taxes. Even his own men seemed overly sober as they went about their duty.