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Google said Jason had seen the young woman putting up fliers around town, from the moment he saw her he had been infatuated with her, fascinated with her. A young woman, an adult but she looked so young, so fragile... so perfect. In that moment he knew he had to possess her and by glancing at her little flier he knew just how to get what he wanted. His home was large and empty, his job at the law firm made him a massive amount of money and he could use someone to help him keep the home clean and cook for him... he could use much more then that but that was the only thing that he was going to tell her he could use her for at first. Now he dialed the number, soon he would have a perfect little love slave, an adult who looked so lovely and young so he could bend her, take her and force her to do whatever he wanted. As soon as she answered he told her that she had the job with him if she wanted it, offered a rather large amount of money for her to be his live in maid. Then he just gave her his address and told her to report to him right away for a final interview, sitting back and waiting for her to arrive so that he could begin her instruction. Click to expand... Ashley put on her newest dress Lolita maid dress ran over to the address as quickly as possible she looked at the large house she wounder if she would be the only maid or would there others, she amazed she would staying in a house like this it matched her style she would look like she part of house its self she rang the bell and waited.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

A seer of crimson had flooded his face as the soldier mocked him, pawing at him like one a girl from a brothel. The rustle of piecemeal armour and leathers behind him made Curio clench his hands, clawing in to the flesh of his own arms. The sharp sting distracted him a little as he tried not to think of what he all to well knew was going on where he refused to look, and he tried not to give the man the satisfaction of seeing him tremble. He did not need the man to tell him what to do. As a healer, he knew the body, HIS body, and what this would DO. That didnt stop him from sucking in a gasp of air at the touch of hot wet flesh at his entrance. Knowing was one thing this.this. His body had gone rigid instinctually, taught as archers bow before the flight of an arrow. The only reason the bow survived such tense strength was because it could BEND Curio pressed his forehead against the wood as he allowed the large breath he held to slowly hiss out between his teeth. Eyes closed tight he forced himself to go slightly limp as the mans cock boldly prodded itself to try and enter him. Curio would deal with the shame later. Or at least that was the jibbering scrap of a plan that had arisen in his mind. That didnt mean he wasnt going to make it known he did not agree to this disgrace. What do I feel? a short grunt, I feel a mild slimy discomfort the size of a spring minnow, after it has been rotting for a week. Oh like he was going to compliment the Northern bastard? Hah, this was no lovers embrace. You sure thats not the tip of your clit your poking me with? It must be hard to fuck like a man with a womans parts. He knew he wouldnt be able to speak much longer, he may as well castrate the man with what he could.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

Insults weren't going to make things better for Curio he finished his thrust sharply, viciously. Maybe the words had got to him. Funny, how hard it was to stay calm after someone insulted the size of your cock... If no one ransoms you... The things I will do to you, he hissed. A creative torturer he could be but he also knew that the cruellest betrayal was that by one's own body. Later in the privacy of his own tent, he would make sure Curio enjoyed it. He wanted to see that too it must be as interesting as this defiance. Curio was tight, wonderfully so, probably a mixture of the nervousness as well as inexperience almost a perfect sheath for his... 'other sword'. Definitely something to be said for raping nave boys. Maybe he should do it more often. Ahh, you feel good, he purred into Curio's ear, leaning his weight on the healer's bound arms, then licking and biting at the top of Curio's shoulders. It definitely couldn't be called 'kissing'. He might keep this one for a while.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

NNGGAA Curio was deaf to what the soldier was spouting as he choked on air at the PAIN. Oh spirits it burned! But he knew pain. Births, deaths, survival, self-infliction he knew pain. But this was like the hot searing THRUST had shoved all the way up his spine and ripped through his mind, scattering him to the four winds. But he knew pain, and that no matter how much it hurt, he couldnt seize up. He could feel the sting of something in him that had GAVE but it was only a sting mixed in with the scorching fire. His chest fluttered wildly for air, trying to push out the discomfort with each breath. He tasted the burst of copper on his tongue, inner cheek savaged by his own teeth. And he RAGED inside. Youah. Yo Raaa rabbit sized piece of filth! the words were hard to struggle out, but barrelled like punches once they reached his lips. It was not a wise move. It did strangle the high keening noise of defeat that tried to rattle out of his lungs. Haashi s.. surprised it didnt fafall off f-from what you carry, Plague raAAtnk! His nails drew blood from his own flesh. The sharp jabs along his arms helping him concentrate on more then just being used as a comfort for some mans cock. It did not hurt near as much as he had expected though, scalding heat nestled in his body. It made him feel full in the most awkward of ways. Agni quite, Agni save me from this muffled into the counters wood that was becoming slick with cold sweat. Sadly he knew now the only boon he would receive from the gods would be the mercenary finishing quickly. It was no comfort. He did not think he had it in him to make that happen, no matter how much sick sense that made.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

No crying or screaming. No begging for mercy. A person had to respect that. There weren't so many who kept trying to shout insults. And, of course, the praying... That always happened eventually. These pious fools. As if the gods had ever saved anyone from anything in his experience, they were vengeful beings that should be appeased and avoided. Vitor set a brutal and punishing pace, with no concern for Curio's comfort... It was only dictated by what he wanted, how wonderful it was to plow this metaphorical field. He held Curio down as he thrust sharply, then pulled back with a snap of his hips, his breathing now ragged in a way that it had not been during their fight. He talked to himself in another language entirely whispering what was probably flattery, calling Curio 'wonderful', 'gorgeous', 'good boy'... He did not last particularly long with the excitement of the earlier battle, the discomfort of doing this in a random house... Maybe the gods were smiling on Curio that day, because in a short enough time his balls were feeling tight and he was shooting his load into Curio's arse. This time he was kissing the healer's back, sucking and licking at the skin until he was probably leaving bruises. Most would have just finished, pulled out and not done that bit of 'affection' at all, but he stayed in position for the moment, only pulling out when he was fully soft. I'm going to like you, he said, patting Curio almost gently on the arse.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

Vitor hauled his new slave away without paying too much attention to the town, passing back through the breached gates. He had seen the same scene at least a hundred times, and knew well enough that in a few years time the place would be the same as it was again maybe a few different people, and with a few children who were result of rapes. He wasn't a barbarian. He didn't exactly kill everyone standing. What his men did after the battle was none of his business, so long as they paid their dues. The camp did not entirely consist of soldiers. They had their followers a few women, boys and older men who picked at the dead like crows and sometimes served as errand runners. Vitor wasn't exactly going to put his tent up himself or fetch his own water, was he? He had a sulky looking boy to run his errands and look after his things. A half wild thing, not even twelve... The boy's only virtue was that horses seemed to like him. Vitor apparently had owned two, before a spear had felled his usual mount. What was left was what was once a war horse, but obviously past its prime, and a donkey that seemed to love kicking everyone else. This little section of the camp was more peaceful. A small circle that no one had dared to encroach on, and a good fire outside the tent, heating both water and apparently some sort of stew. The animals were nibbling at the grass peacefully. How very far it was from madness and slaughter only minutes away. There was the tiniest flick of happiness at seeing Vitor return across the boy's face. Food, boss? Vitor made a noise of assent, shoving Curio into the tent. It was certainly amongst the bigger ones, with more things than were strictly necessary. There was a carpet to make the ground a little warmer some eastern design. A good few spare pieces of armour and weaponry. A few clothes. A hunting bow and a quiver of well made arrows. A finely made lamp. Bedding that looked as if it might have been washed sometime in the last month. A couple of boxes for smaller items. It could all be loaded on the backs of his animals, at least. He paid no attention whatsoever to Curio for a bit, discarding his sword and removing most of his armour. He began to clean the sword methodically. Rust just wouldn't do. Maybe I should leave you like that for tonight, teach you a lesson, he replied.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

Bile treid to rise in his throat, but the blond swallowed it back. Outwardly he only had minor bruising, a cut on his shoulder, and slices on his left hand that were drying in to crusty scabs already. He felt like his lack of see-able damage told everyone what WAS actually done to him, though really, now that hed been dragged into a soldiers tent everyone would know anyway. You didnt bring pack horses into your living room. That still didnt make him comfortable with just leaving himself like this. It was hard enough shifting himself, getting on his knees and folding his legs so he didnt sit on his backside. No position was comfortable. Still sadly he knew it could have been far worse. Not that the thought was a comfort. You would. Dry. A statement of a fact with a shot of a hard glare. With the mercenary there he felt like a gashed wound, raw. He hoped that would fade though there would be scar tissue left behind. Curio eyed the sword. The soldiers tools. Made him think of his own sharp little blades scattered back in the town. Made him glance shortly to the thin cuts on the mans face. Those would scar. If they had been sewn up by now they would perhaps barely be noticeable, but the healer had a feeling they wouldnt be tended to until much later, nd there would be no thread. At least he had left some kind of mark. Who did you steal your sword from? vice flat. This was not for friendly conversation. You are not a man who would purchase when you can steal. Fact. In his mind fact. Curse the bastard. Walking sin. He wondered who had died for the bedsheets alone.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

He snorted at the question. I didn't. This sword was made for me. It was nothing ostentatious, just a plain but well balanced blade. What was the point of a pretty sword if you couldn't use it? Or if it was hell to clean... This was his profession. He did not fight to show off. People who hired him were always mindful of that, wary of his loyalties and of his skills. The boy came in without announcing himself, setting a bowl full of a thick stew beside Vitor then disappearing again to get some water and a cloth. Boss, y'might want to wash yer face. Vitor let the boy poke at him with something akin to good humour apparently screwing Curio had significantly improved his mood. Clean and narrow cuts, probably best left open to the air. He certainly wasn't vain enough to mind a couple more scars. There was nothing like a good battle to work up an appetite, so he began to eat as soon as the boy was done. Rabbit, locally stolen vegetables, fresh herbs. Excellent, considering the boy's entire cooking ability consisted of putting everything in one pot. Want me t' clean yer armour? No. At the fallen expression he added, I'll give you a present if you find me a good horse by tomorrow. He wasn't expecting much, just something rideable until he could visit a proper horsemarket. Good mounts were not cheap... Damn it. The boy did seem happy to be given this task though. Vitor was terribly soft on the kid, really - probably because he could not for the life of him work out why the boy seemed to like him. Slightly sadistically, he asked Curio as soon as the boy was out of the tent again, Are you hungry?
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

Curio watched silently as the boy and man interacted. Tried not to think to hard on it. The lad at least did not seem to have a collar to mark who his owner was, so he was here It made no sense to the healer, but neither did taking a man to ones bed instead of a pretty maiden. At the offer of food his lips pursed. The smell was tantalizing, and he had not had anything past his morning bread hours ago. He would also need strength to mend himself whenever he was allowed the privilege. Barely resisted the urge to spit at the man. It didnt matter what strength he had, he was in no state to escape now, so it did not matter. He was also far to bitter to accept such a thing. No. Terse syllables and he looked away to glare at the patterns in the carpet. He was not interested in playing games.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

Vitor snorted with amusement and continued to eat. A slave only got a master's leftovers anyway. Admittedly, that was probably why the boy filled the bowl up quite so much... Like everyone else, he didn't comment on what Vitor chose to fuck, but he didn't have to treat them like dirt for it. There was no need to be overly cruel... It was in his interest for the slave to remain in decent health, at least, and he was quite sure that if he left Curio's arms in that position too long, they would be damaged. Hence, when he was done eating, he placed the bowl back on the floor and undid the bindings on the healer's arm. Do anything stupid, and I'll tell them you're fair game. There were plenty of men who liked fucking both men and women, and a good number that would do it out of curiosity, then maybe later in the evening, those who couldn't actually tell the difference.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

The healer had been patiently ignoring the swordsman until hed stepped towards him. Curio could not hold back the sigh in relief as his arms were untied, blood properly flowing again, moving stiffly to bring them before himself and rub at the agitated lines in his skin. There were scratch marks from his own hands. Curio looked up with scathing teal eyes at the warning. He wasnt entirely stupid. Here I thought theyd give me flowers and make a proper man of me in the church first he remarked scathingly. Pin-needles settling in his arms he began to start his breathing techniques. Calm and focus. Calm and focus. A swirl of cool rose up inside him, faint, but there. He ignored the breathing of the soldier and raucous of the camp. Right hand lifted, and began to slowly trace the thin lines of dried crimson on his other hand. As fingers slowly moved past skin mended, the cuts thin enough that no scar was left behind. This was difficult, to focus, to do this while it felt like his psych was jangling apart like a house with no pillars in the wind. Normaly superficial wounds were washed and wrapped and left to heal naturally, but Curio didnt want any more hands touching him and simply did not TRUST anyone It was not like he would be using what reserves he had to heal a dying man anytime soon. If any of these men here were wounded, he would not waist his gifts, and thus his souls strength, on them. Next was the gash on his shoulder. For that he places his solid palm over top and concentrated. This would scar slightly. That complete after a few minutes he dropped his hands in his lap and let out a long sigh. His bones felt weak. He did not move to take of his pants. Instead he looked at the soldier and held a steady eye. Curio did not want an audience. If it was necessary, he would wait for however long for the mercenry to leave to fair stories and drink with his men before he attended to THAT.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

Having untied Curio, he sat back down opposite. It was really rather fascinating to watch these healers... He would not have trusted this one yet anywhere near any of his men anyway amongst his people, 'healer' and 'witch' were the same word, able to both ease pain and curse. Vitor merely raised an eyebrow at the look that Curio gave him. A slave? Having privacy? Never. I will not leave you here untied, if that is what you expect. And the boy was not stupid enough to untie a slave without Vitor's express permission. You either fix yourself now, or hope I'm patient enough later. You're mine, pet. It was another lesson, in a way. He was showing, very simply, that it was on his indulgence that he gave the time for Curio to heal himself. Heck, it was on his indulgence that he even let Curio still have some pants.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

Curio sneered at his captor, but kept his mouth shut as far as a scathing comment was concerned. For now. He paused for a moment and thought about actually leaving his other wounds for later and immediately chastised himself for even thinking about doing something so stupid. This was not something to be stubborn with. It was going to be embarrassing and uncomfortable, and he already wished the ground would simply open up and take him to the Final Depths, but he could not afford becoming infected. Eyes slid sideways. He could just turn around. But that would leave his back vulnerable. He obviously did not trust his Owner no farther then he could throw a mountain. That, and somehow he knew if he did, the man would think of somethingeven WORSE or just tie him up again and leave him like he threatened. Curio let out a low, seething snarl, his eyes narrowed. I HATE you. Then the blond moved to sit on his backside, gently, putting his hands to work shuffling his pants down to his knees. Looking down and concentrating only on himself. Frayed edges of his psych fluttering and attempting to panic at the thought of someone watching him do this. That CAUSED this. Legs parted wide, as Curio twitched from the sharp pain and the sticky pink, red, and clear mess smeared behind his balls. Tentative fingers prodded gently at his abused opening, slightly looser then it should be. Nerve endings were oversensitive, sending tingles of a careful burn to his groin as he slowly healed the hairline external damage. Curios cheeks flushed in a mixture of heat, embarrassment, and rage as he all but demanded his body to stand down. Unfortunately healing small wounds could feel.. nice. Quickening the natural mending of the body while cooling the itch and taking away pain. Normally a good side effect, Curio cursed it now. Especially for what he had to do next. His entrance healed he moved the hand away, grabbing one of his knees. He could re-use those fingers, but he simply refused to taste the mercenarys spunk on his tongue. Two fingers of his other hand, the minimum needed to complete the circle of energy. Tried not to think about the process as he sucked the two digits in to his mouth to slick them up with spit. His he was still slick inside from cum, but Curio was trying to ignore that. There was no show or tease once he decided his fingers were slick enough. Simply dropped them down and gently, slowly, began to move them in to himself, hissing at the jabbing pain as he was stretched. Nails dug in to his knee as the cooling sensation of healing sparked down his insides. Tried not to think that he was essentially finger fucking himself with an audience. Command his own member to stay down, this was NOT the time. Startled and KEENED a little as the healing energy passed over a sensitive bundle of pleasurable nerves deep inside him.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

Vitor had truly intended not to pay attention and to clean his armour. But honestly... How could anyone resist a sight like that? He openly stared . It wasn't something a person saw often. He did know the theory of how these healers worked, having seen them in action many times, but to watch this boy... He did not quite know whether the play of emotions on Curio's face or what Curio was doing with his fingers was more arousing. Seeing the embarrassment, the humiliation, the anger and the misery it made a potent brew, that made him feel satisfied on too many levels for it to be healthy. He wondered what Curio would feel when not if he made the healer suck him off. That was bound to be fascinating. That, and Curio was far too lovely when he went that bright red colour. It had always fascinated him with the pale skin of the Northerners... How easily they changed colour, how easy it was to mark them... To see the damage he had done was heat straight from his eyes to his cock. Maybe Curio was not teasing, but still... Good gods. The sounds the healer was making and the obvious discomfort made Vitor's pants uncomfortable. He loosened the bindings slightly, but did not reach for himself. And then Curio made that sound. He just couldn't really resist keeping his hands off Curio any longer. He shifted on his haunches and ran his rough fingers along Curio's cock. Aren't you pretty. Whether he was talking to Curio or Curio's penis was not entirely clear.
Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

Curio startled at the sudden touch, the sudden boxed in HEAT of another man between his legs, warm hands touching his member. The jerk made him keen again, fingers bumping against the now healed point of pleasure. It mixed with the small sharp pain lower down strangely, only ADDING to the pleasent feeling going straight between his legs. A gasp and his free hand was gripping around the mercenaries forarm, inifectually trying to push him away. S..Stop you.. you sick bastard! Using his magic had only weakened him slightly, but the exhuastion from what he had already been through made him much less then a formidible opponent. It didn't help his body was betraying him, blood rushing to fill his cock in the hands of the man who had lead distruction against his home and raped him. Let go... it's... it's just a reaction. Just stop! his hand pushed at the other arm and nails began to prick at darker, sun weathered skin. This simply caused a tugg on his shaft which made him hiss and close his eyes, trying to think, tring to force his bodies instinctual interest down. His hips shifted what little they could to the side with his own fingers still shoved up inside of him, surrounded by warm, wet fluttering muscles. A long, calming breath in to his lungs. Of course you would take advantage, Filth. Just.. please... just.. give me a moment and I'll be fixed. This is NOT for you... it will go away when I'm done. put all of his concentration in not canting his hips up for more attention, face distraught with disgust, rage, and perhaps defeat.