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

Sarah was yanked back as the horse started to rush forward it's mane lashing her arm a bit in th wind while her hair flew behind in the wind. she clutched the little robe that was secure on the saddle for her dear life. Her gown flew up in the wind and she could feel a leatehr braced hand pull it back in place not without resting coldly on her thigh for a few seconds. she shivered at the touch. It send shivers down her spine and goosebumps visibly formeed on her skin. In no time the next village was reached. Sarah could feel the people's stares on her. they burned into her skin or at least she felt like it did. Her master grabbed her wrists roughly and she was scared he would throw her off but he simply tied her hands tightly witht he reins and she felt the rough leather cut her crists slightly i won't run i.... seh stopped upon seeing his face and lowered her eyes afriad of his expression. It had looked like a statue of a proud hero like they would stand in the capital and on the Market places of the larger towns. Proud stern strict and absolutely incorruptable and relentless. She cowered. Yes she feared him not for being quick with his sword but just for the fact he owned her. After about an hour all the taxes had been put inot the large chest which was carried by the four man that where his underlings. It would be carried by a seperate horse that would be lead in the middle of the troup. She could feel him untie her hands and he would see the bright red marks the reins had left on her delicate wrists. She didn't flinch or whimper when he grabbed them not caring if he touched the bruises yet he could see her body flinsh in his grasp.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Having finished the business here, Kylar carried the girl in the same fashion and repeated the process in two more villages before he was ready to turn back. In each village he'd leave her tied to his horse at the village square. He wanted the peasants aware that there would be consequences to trying to thwart his will. Even more so, he wanted the girl aware of exactly what she had gotten herself into. By displaying her in this manner, he not only advertised the fact that she was now his, but also made sure she realized that everyone in these parts knew it too. Tongues would wag as is their nature. Whatever he did or did not do to her now, the imagination and rumours would run wild. Her life, as anything but his property, was now over. Even if she were to escape from him now, her only choice would be to leave these parts or live in shame. The taxes needed to be brought to the Keep so that the Sheriff could have the lot transferred to the King. But there was one thing he needed to do first. Having told his men to start out on the road to the Keep, he turned his horse to the manor house that had been given him as quarters. It wasn't a large house, still it was more than one would expect of a Captain. But then, he was no ordinary Captain. He had ridden hard to get here quickly, with her jostling along thrown callously across the saddle and his knees. As he drew up at the door an old stable hand hurried up to take the reins of his horse. Having put her down, he jumped down after her and pulled her roughly in through the door. A portly woman came rushing out of the kitchen when she heard the commotion and bowed to see him. He waved away her obeisance with an irritated shake of his hand and pushed the girl into her arms. Tilda, here. This is my latest property. It would please me to have it cleaned up and presentable by the time I am back. As the woman grabbed the girl he continued, this time to Sarah, I am hoping that sparing your wretched life was indeed worth it, slave. He then turned on his heels and walked out again. He soon departed, pushing his charger to a full gallop to catch up with his men.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Sarah felt her knees nearly give in asshe was dropped off the horse. The ground shook a little as mer master jumped down behind her his heavy armor complaining at the impact but of course it was alright. He gripped her by her slim shoulders and she could feel the cold of the gloves sink into her soft skin again. She was lead towards a hosue and gaped at the size. it was much bigger than the hovel she had lived in. this is huge she managed to breathe weakly. her hands gripped her gown to shift it slightly into the roght position when her master opened the door. A lady ran towards him and she first thought it was his wife. But when she bowed and greeted him she knew it was a maid. Sarah bowed to her in respect like she was tought to bow to each older person. clean her up her master ordered the maid ad soon she was gripped and pulled towards the woman who seemed to be very strong. She talked to her and all Sarah remembered was the hhissed word slave. It made her feel so low and weak she nearly started to cry again as she realized it was true. She blinked and her master was gone. The maid led her to a tub and filled it with water. Sarah did not struggle as she felt the maid rip of her gown to stare at her young body with a glance of envy in ehr gaze. sarah swallowed at that and didn't dare to say anything. She was forced inot the tub which was full of ice cold water. She was used to bathing cold but that was not the problem. Soon the maid was coming with a hard rough brush and it hurt like hell on the cold sensitive skin. It left sore spots which soon would turn red. Yet after half an hour her skin was even softer than before and free of the dirt. sit down ench the maid said sourly and got a comb to comb her het hair mercilessly ripping out all the kots in her hair until it was straight. Soon after she was clean and put into a siilar gown just it was brownish and not dirty and a little longer she heard hooves and soont he door was opened loudly. She was pulled to the front room by the maid and sawher master arrive and shivered a bit in fear. the maid hit the back of sarahs knees and she fell down to her knees in a kneeling position. welcome master she stammared in fear.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Kylar had caught up with his men a little before the Keep. Having relieved them of their charge, he left them to wander through the market while he got one of the Sheriff's guards to carry the collection chest to the official's room. The Sheriff was the usual amiable self that he was, whenever Kylar visited. For one, he always brought in a full chest of tax and for another Kylar made him just a little nervous. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the man, Kylar withdrew. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the hospitality of the Sheriff, but the man was irritating. Moreover, his mind was elsewhere today. On his new pet to be precise. He'd never had a 'slave' before... it wasn't something he truly approved of even. But this girl and everything that had happened had made him irrational. Maybe it was the fact that he had been reminded of his own past or maybe it was something else... something about the girl itself. Well... to be perfectly honest, it wasn't all that mysterious. She was a pretty little thing and had a lithe and enchanting figure that he was sure would only be made even more enticing with a little food in her belly. The sight of her lying across the saddle had stirred something deep inside him. Her bare thighs as the wind had lifted her gown awakened a need in him... he shook his head. It would not do to be so enamored of a slave girl. In any case he was soon back in the saddle and riding for home. His men would look him up if anything needed his attention. For the most part, his Wolfhead sigil that they wore, along with the King's insignia was usually enough to keep them on top of things. When he got home, he left his horse in the charge of the stable hand. But lingered long enough to see him take the proud beast to its stall, unsaddle it and prepare some feed for the beast. He was sure the man would water the animal and brush him down soon. He then turned to the manor and stepped inside. As he was pulling his gloves off, Tilda brought the girl to him. He had to stop himself from gaping. He had expected her to clean up well, but the sight of the girl almost took his breath away. Tilda had indeed done a good job... her straight brown hair cascaded down to cover her shoulders. The gown she wore, clung to her like a shimmering second skin, that seemed to reveal all her curves to the best advantage. Cut low, the neckline revealed just the lightest hint of a cleavage between her nubile but full breasts. Her skin was paler than he first thought. All the work this girl was used to, only aided in toning an already enticing figure. He watched as Tilda forced Sarah to her knees... the sight did something to him. To see her like this on her knees, his to command as he saw fit... and the words, Welcome, master , sent a heady sense of power rushing through him. Leave us. he told Tilda in a low voice. As the woman left, he circled the kneeling girl and came to stand behind her. You please me, slave. he said from behind her. Do your realize what has happened and how your life is changed from his moment on? If so, I would like to hear you say it.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

sarah whimpered as his steps trailed around her like a tiger was circling its prey. and she was nothing else. His prey to use and feast on. She really hoped he woudlnt do that at least. His words were branded into her brain like it was done with a branding iron on her skin. slave she whispered weakly and soon was holding her hands in fornt of her eyes to hold her tears in. She didn't want to serve such a cruel person she didn't want to live a life that was somebody else's just because of her daring mouth. her new gown was tight and rubbing agaisnt her sensitive soft skin she didnt like it it was itchy and scratchy all over but she didnt dare to complain. She had settled down fomr her little break down and was now looking down to the ground. soon after a little more steps his mud covered shoes where in her sight again and she dared to look up. her green orbs now resed on her masters face. He was handsome for sure but the weather had carved his face to make it worn and dark. She looked down again and gasped as she was still wearing his sword. Subconsiously she reached for the skin over her heart feeling a little drop of dried blood over her wound as it wasnt more that had come out of it. He could see ehr wither in the memory of the cold steel penetrating her skin and her small fowm started shivering. h-how may i serve you M-Master she finally made to stutter and looked down to his feet. She was obediant for usre whether out of fear or out of guilt to offer herself like that.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

He smiled at that... good. She had either already resigned to her fate or was making a supreme effort. Of course, she might also be trying to get through the day, hoping she could get a chance to stab him in the night. He nearly grinned at that thought. Somehow, he couldn't picture her with a dagger in her hand... poised over his sleeping body, or anyone else's for that matter, ready to plunge it into his heart. No she wasn't capable of that. Of course, even if she was, she wouldn't be foolish enough to try it. The consequences far outweighed the rewards of such a course of action. But he wanted to see just how much of an effort she was prepared to make. He pushed one booted foot closer to her knees, Unfasten and remove them for me. You will then clean them both... they are filthy as you can see! His boots were muddy from trudging through the muck all day long. And some of it had hardened and caked around the soles. His plan to get his men to clean it for him was all shot to bits anyways, he'd sent them off. But in his mind, some of it had been her fault too, so she should be the one to clean it. Plus, it was a demeaning task, fit for the lowliest servant. And she could begin with that. When you are done, come on up to my chambers and help me get the rest of my armor off. He then walked up the stairs to the upper levels, leaving her with his boots.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

A feeling of sudden powerlessness overcame her body. her shoulders sunk as she grabbed the boots. She gaped immdiately she had difficulties to carry them both so she carried one by one. But wait she didnt know ehrre the water or any cloth was to clean them. she sniffled and noticed it had started raining again outside. It seemed she at least had a little luck. She ran outside with one boot and waited untitl he rain had drenched the mud. Then she used her fingers to peel it off until nothing was left on the boot and it was all shiny again. The second boot followed the same fashion. By the time she was done her gown was all drenched and her frame shivering. But she considered it was safer than asking her master where water and cloth would have been. After a few minutes she knocked on the door of his chamber. When he openned it he saw a girl dripping wet leavign a small puddly ont he ground yet she held out his boots to him shiny and clean propably cleaner than any of his men had gotten. She looked up and bowed weakly shivering all voer but she ignored the cold im d-done my master she said in a soft cracking voice just begging the dear god that she hadnt cought a cold outside in the cold rain. should i take off the rest of your armor now as you ordered or should i wiat? she asked timidly and somehow feared the reply no matter what it would be. her tiny hands showed signs of the mud form the boots and he figure how she leaned them udging by her hands and the wet gown
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

It took him a moment to make sense of what he saw... drenched to her bones, she was even dripping all over his floor, she stood there with his boots. True, they were cleaner than he could remember, it seemed she was eager to do as told and also to do it well. Either it was fear that drove her or a hitherto undiscovered need for approval. He was pleased but he'd already told her that once today, no need to over do it. From the looks of things, she had used her bare hands and the rain to clean the mud. For a moment he even felt sorry for her. Nonetheless, he steeled his gaze and said, The boots are wet... dry them off before they rust.... dry yourself too while you are at it and stop dripping all over my floor! He pointed to the hearth in his room, he'd just put a fresh log on the flames. Her clothes were drenched... it molded itself to her body leaving nothing at all to the imagination. He couldn't help but stare at her breasts... the cold and the rain making her nipples hard and prominent against the soft fabric of the gown. It clung to her belly and thighs highlighting her navel and the slight mound of her mons veneris . For a moment the lust she had woken within him was evident in his eyes, and his breathing became shallow, but he fought to control himself. He stepped away from her, giving her enough room to walk past him and into the chamber. When you are dry you will help me with my armor. And be sure to wipe the floor clean as well! He shook his head as if in disgust and sat himself down on one of the large chairs in his room. He kept watching her... in fact, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

The shovering girl wasn't aware of his stares she she waddled to the fire kneeling down in front of it.In fact she was only aware of his complains about her work and she had to admit his complains where right. Her knees felt warm thanks to the fire and she shoved the boots as close to the fire as possible without being sure to burn herself when she would take them away after some time of letting the metal heat up. her small hands rubbed her upper arms to warm her up faster. there she kneeled for about one and a half hour until her frosnt was dry and her back was only a litttle wet. Softly she rubbed her knees gaspoing some as she remembered the puddle on the ground. She had failed once already and didnt dare to ask for a cloth so she used her gown to wipe it away and simply sat down in front of the fire again until all was dry after turning her back to the fire. She grabbed the now dry boots and arranced them next to her master looking up at him timidly i-is this alright sir? she whimpered crawling int he proces of coming fomr the fire to him as it wasnt so far and she had to kneel down when she reached him again anyway. He could see her swallow in fear of another disapproval. She hated being a slave but her father had taught her to do everything as best as possible so anyone who ever it might be was pleased. and that little rule was in fact all she had left form her father. he could see down her cleavage from his position and would see she wasn't under deellopped in fact it like like she carried two soft warm round pillows beneeth her gown. as she had her eyes averted she didnt notice he coudl see her like that and waited for his udgement over her work and for the permission to continue
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

He watched her follow his every instruction, Yes it is alright now... you are a good little slave girl aren't you? he sneered at her, knowing full well she hated the term. Now you may help me with my armor. he says and rises to stand before her. The greaves first... then the arm bands, shoulder plate and chest plate! As he stood towering over her, his eyes slipped to her neck and the creamy skin of her breasts that were revealed every time she leaned forward. The sight of her was exciting him and it was an effort not to grab her then and there and have his way with her body.. she wouldn't be able to refuse and even if she did... it wasn't like she had the strength to fight him off. He shook his head trying to clear it of the image it was trying to conjure... a picture of her teary-eyed form, lying stretched out and exhausted on his bed... one leg bent, her clothes in tatters, ripped off by him, revealing a bruised thigh... arrgh! He needed a bath. You will also draw my bath afterwards... i keep a wooden tub for my use behind the screen there he said indicating a wooden screen that covered one corner of the room.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

sarah gasped and quickly got up to fetch water just like the maid had done with her bath before. Why she handt come to think of it while during the boots she didnt know but she coudlnt think about that right now. Swiftly she filled the tub behind the screena nd then fetched a few ogs that werent burning fully so she could grab them out of the fireplace. she placed them beneeth the tub to hear the mass of water. She had to be quick or it would be too hot. Her figners fought witht eh leather strabr that held the plate armor in place finally making it to loosen them so she could take of his greaves. they were heavy and she placed them aside next to the boots. Then she got up to undo his arm bands this time it was a bit quicker as she now knew how it worked learning it fomr the greaves. Soon they where arranged next to said. ow the difficulty started. she had to reach up as he was talle rthan her and it was hard to reach the straps of the shoulder plates as they where hidden beneeth his arms. One second she wondered if he was ticklish but she didnt dare to find out. Finally she had the shoulderplate undoen as well. im done son master one moment please she begged nto waiting for him to comply she fetched the logs form beneath the now hot water and placed them back int he fire. Then she ran over to him panting a little fomr the ruch she had been in and easily undid the straps of his chest plate. She waddled a bit under the weght of the iron then placed it downa s well and then returned to her kneeling position in front of him i am done master....may i p-please beg you nto to call me slave...i-it hurts me. I knwo i deserve this punishment for my loud mouth but pleae dont use that wordshe begged and then looked up for the first time seeing him without armor.
Thread: [For SlaveFantasyGirl] You work for me now!

Kylar grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up.. raising her till she was standing on tip toes... he looked deep into her emerald eyes and growled, Get used to it slave... for that is what you are... and I will call you what I will! He pushed the girl against the wall and with a rough hand grabs one soft breast and squeezes hard, Be grateful, I don't do worse. he says and drops her back down. Then turning away from her, he slides his tunic over his head and tosses it aside. He undoes the string of his britches and drops them as he steps out of 'em and turns to her stark naked. His powerful body ripples as he moves... the muscles of his chest pronounced and his abs clenching with each breath. His member stands at half mast, considering how much this girl was fueling his desire, he should've been thankful it wasn't a full hard on. But it only made him appear even larger to her eyes. He looked at her gauging her reaction.. before turning to the bath and stepping into the tub. He lay back, letting the warmth of the water soak into his tired muscles. He closes his eyes for a moment and slides his head down under the water. He slides back out and turns his head to look at his little slave girl.
Thread: After The End (Irony and Onica)

World War 3....Nobody was sure who had fired the first shots...and it wasen't like the world was in a good enough state people could still connect and try to figure out what the fuck had happened. The only thing that was widley known was the worlds Supply of Nuclear Armaments were used in a worldwide holocst, killing a good 80 to 95 of the worlds population. Only the lucky survived...if one could call them lucky. These days, it was commonly known as 'The One Hour War'...and it haed changed the world forever. THe Internet still worked...somewhat..if one could find an access point and enough power to run a computer....and we're lucky. Small shanty towns and cities sprung up once and a while, but only a few survived the raiders and thugs that inhabiated the wasteland...raiders, thugs and...other things. Onica Istre had been in the military only a year or so went the war had broke out. A young US Marine out to start a life of her own...now found herself alone for the most part. Not many asked how a Marine ended up on a Air Force base...but then again there was not many around to ask her. An those that did find her where not really in the questioning mood and often found their self on the wrong end of a gun. The better part of a year spent trying to brake into what was left of the bases armry only to find 1 working rifle....the other most likely taken by the other troops to try and regain control of the population only to fail. A few things of ammo to last as long as she could make it. Finding a small PX in the middle of the houseing area of the base that had been over looked by raiders and taking it over for herself. Doing the best to keep it that way...but she knew it would not last forever. Even if she did all she could to make the small building unpleasing to the eyes. To most it looked like an old rundown building. Like most everything else around here. She spent her days sleeping for the most part, finding it safer and better to sleep during the heat of the day and spend the cooler nights awake. The girl was really with out a title for herself, not finding one was needed when you where alone....well not really alone. A mutt of a dog fast asleep near the only way in and out of the building, used as a old fashion alarm system if anyone came near. Yet today Onica found herself restless. The sheevles of the store growing more empty by the day, and with the cooler months coming finding it easier to sit outside watching the base fall apart around her.