Thread: Stuck in the Desert (Chaos and Myself)

RE Stuck in the Desert Blair woke slowly, confused by the soft pillow under her. Her eyes instantly met with the Desert King, widening in shock. She had expected to wake up on the thin sleeping bag, instead on this soft pillow with a man not far from her. She realized her clothes had been changed, looking over the veil clothing best she could. Her eyes were drawn back to the man, taking in his blood red eyes and yellowed hair. He plainly fit the description of the Desert King, and she felt her heart raise it's pace. A few night a week she would sneak out and parade around the bars, and more than once she had been warned of him. Her friends giggled and batted their eyes at the thought of him, and many a time they had all sat up talking about what it would be like to be kidnapped by this man. Whispers of being taken from their homes and ravished had always been a guilty pleasure, one never mentioned or spoken where other could hear. She had entertained the thought once or twice, usually when she wasn't allowed out of the palace. She let herself look him over, her eyes trailing along his naked chest. Never had she seen a drow, and she was curious about his dark skin and crimson eyes. Her mind filled the rumors she had been told, how he was a ruthless killer and had a taste for beautiful women. She sat higher, squaring her shoulder and lifting her head as she realized the Desert King wasn't the only one that was watching her. Her eyebrow cocked as she examined the girl with tiger stripes. She had never seen a human with these kind of markings, and she wondered how she had got them, if they were tattooed on or if she was born with them. In the back of her mind she wondered if they would feel as smooth as her skin looked. Lowering her eyes, she realized she was bare chested, but was wearing the same bottoms as her with differently colored underwear. She had seen a few of her friends with short hair, but not in the least as wild as hers. The fierceness in her eyes made Blair feel threaten, but she was careful not to show it. She would let none of these girl intimated her, no matter what they looked like or their actions. She turned her gaze to the neko girl, feeling calmer. She had seen these people before, some of the soliders paraded them around the town. Next to the type of clothing and the rumors of the King's lust, she pondered the thought that these girls were sex slaves, and this neko confirmed her thoughts. She had remembered seeing one or two of these girls as servents at her home, and from what she remember they were normally kind and very soft. Looking around, she spotted the cat girl who was teasing the elven girl, and she lingered on them as the cat girl licked and kissed the elven girl. She had heard rumors of Kings who owned sex slaves and let them play with each other, and her friends had told her stories of places like these, but she never thought that she would ever see one herself. She glanced back at the human girl, locking eyes with the King as he spoke. She listened as he spoke, her expression changing from calm to insulted as he finished his sentence. How dare he think that she would belong to him, think that he could say that he could use her body as he pleased. She didn't care that he would take care of her, he had no right to just assume that she would be fine and perfectly happy belonging to him. She stood, straightening out her clothes and glaring at him. I do not know who you think you are, but do not refer to me as an object. I belong to no one. Lifting her hand up, she snapped her fingers, expecting the guards to come running and arrest this fool. She had become accustom to this, thinking that whenever she was in trouble this was all she had to do to be helped.