Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

He was regarded with eyes cold. Almost like a piercing steel but at the same time a light rounded green, curious, attractive and all the while mysterious. Eyebrows, narrowed initially, raised slightly. The Face belonged to one in youth but not a child by all aspects. She cocked her head to the side silent, observant to this young man, this boy made to kneel, body laced with silver plated chains and the nice collar situated around his slender neck. The men were always rough in their actions. The boy's head bowed down or rather Forced, he knew not his place, otherwise that head would've remained lowered and that sentiment kept tightly in his mouth. Her glossy lips curved downward in a Frown to the spit nearly reaching her golden high heel shoes. For a moment, she looked upon it then toward Jack still brought to a silence. He wanted to know what was going on here, demanded to be let go, this brought a smile on her Face which had golden sunset long hair locks pushed away and back around her neck. The earrings attached to her ears hung against her naked tan skin including a necklace laced with some emblem. You demand to know what is going on here? To be released? The woman spoke as she turned to pace back and Forth, her arms coming to reside behind her. The dress she dawned had thin straps attached to the actual garment around her bosom and wide shoulders. The color was a white with thin black designs. Do you really think you are in any position to make such demands? I think not. Stopping her pacing, she moved toward him, her slipper edge gracing underneath his chin to raise it. I am a collector. To Fine things which will include those living and breathing. I'm certain you've already seen what I've captured thus Far. This village has no more spoils to be extracted therefore we will move on, what you cherished as your home will be a distant memory. Tell me your name. Syla turned, he could tell her or not, she didn't bother with it. They'd not placed any clothes on him. At the moment, she didn't mind, he needed to be properly trained. You have a very Foul mouth, stock as such must be properly dealt with. Syla raised her gloved hand. One loyalist, standing in the Far right corner having watched the events take place, quickly removed himself, he revealed a short whip with a Feathered prod at the tip. Walking beside his other comrades, his blue hues, glanced down at Jack minutely. The whip is handed to Syla, she tossed it From hand to hand, her gaze never leaving Jack's. She walked around him, to his backside. She leaned down to touch the ripe mound, both exposed cheeks. Firm. There is little emotion in the woman's words. Bend over. Should he not do so, her shoe would push him more as well as those men standing near him. Raise that ass. You will learn to do so. For me. Your mistress. Her Foot parted his cheeks, the prod attached to the whip rubbing up and down that inner crevice in inspection. She pushed in the prod to his entrance tugging it to the tightness. She was not gentle when exploring his insides more with the tool occasionally looking over to see his reaction. Pained, perhaps, she didn't care. Withdrawing the weapon, Syla slashed him across his rear standing up properly. She moved to his Front pressing the prod underneath his chin looking to his cock now, the size wasn't bad, thick. Report. She told the one whom had gotten her the whip. About sixty or so captured. To haul them to Laisengag won't be too much trouble. We can distribute a small group to be bred. What about this one? He will be mine. Syla announced. She struck Jack on his mouth with the whip. Keep your mouth shut unless you are told otherwise. Stand, I want to see that cock properly. Her hand would touch against it when given the opportunity. The tip stroked, the bottom, his balls and still there was little emotion in her Features as though she was dead to the world. This woman.