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Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

Mary looked at the man who was to be her new owner and saw the look of dread on his face, he almost looked like he was going to pass out. She glanced at her queen and saw the look of satisfaction on her face. A chill ran down her spine as she looked at the queen and then forced herself to focus on breathing, her breath was short due to the bruising on her skin and internally. She thought back to the wizard and the spell that had been placed on her. She hated this whole thing, being a slave for starters, how she was still alive after all that had happened. Blinking she saw the quiver in Edwards body and saw the reality of the situation start to sink in then he asked the queen to repeat herself. Mary saw the gaurd who had hit her move forward to her side. She shifted uncomfortably next to him and looked forward. The queen quickly had repeated her words and left. Mary stiffly bowed to the woman and saw the queen looking over her shoulder one last time before leaving. Mary went to stand before Edward first bowing to him and nodding. Yes Your lordship The gaurd had come up beside her so quickly, she openly flinched away from him as he went to hit her. Edward had stopped the man. Mary had paled slightly at the gaurd her breath short from pain. The next moment she was yanked forward hard by Edward who kissed her on the lips. Mary had no idea what to do, she had never been kissed before. She stood there frozen in place, the shackles keeping her from moving much. His tongue went into her mouth and she gave out a small cry in surprise. When the kiss ended Mary was lost in her senses a moment. Mary felt her ribs heal somewhat and her skin around the binds start to heal, her shock was masked when he gave her a warning look and she didn't say anything and acted like nothing has changed. She looked down at her wrists seeing no sign of years of damage of raw worded. Mary was led towards the entrance of the castle but like they had stopped before the guard who had been the one to hit her earlier that day. When Edward wanted the shackles removed the gaurd started to protest this but Edward didn't listen. Was the man stupid? What was the magic? How had he healed her. Mary was taken from the shackles which started to make her uncomfortable. The collar was kept on her neck, she was yanked forward by Edward leaving the gaurd in shock. She had never walked the streets as they were doing now. She was taken to a tavern a place she had only heard about and looked around the room in wonder. She then focused on Edward and tensed slightly as they sat down and she kept away from him. She watched him as he talked and nodded.Yes your lordship. It is the queens orders. She said flatly and looked around the tavern getting a lot of hungry looks from drunken men.
Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

He sat there and stared at her for a long time. At least until their drinks arrived. He'd ordered mulled wine for both of them. He serving girl, who wore a silver pendent of a rose in profile, looked from Edward to Mary then to her collar and back to Edward with a shocked expression on her face. Edward barked a bitter laugh and pulled the girl into his lap. The Queen's justice, Lizzie. Isn't it a fine thing? He gave her a kiss, pat on the bottom and a whole gold piece, easily worth some horses, for her eyes. The girl left, but winked at him in departing. He looked back at Mary. Well, I guess I'm going to have to disappoint her tonight. He sighed. Okay, so tell me about yourself. I imagine if I am to own you, I ought to at least get to know you. Don't you think? He took a deep draw of his drink. He looked at her again. Whatever are we going to do? He held up is hand, No I know that, obey Her Majesty or both our lives are forfeit. At least as far as she is concerned. So go on and tell me about yourself. He listens while she talks and the food arrives while she is talking. It is a very large meal of mutton stew and heavy bread. He begins to eat after he tells her to continue with her story, but to eat while doing so. He makes short work of his meal and sits back looking at her. He'd heard her story and still wasn't sure quite what to make of her. Then he asked a question she might have expected but perhaps not. Mary, are you a virgin? If not how many men have you had? He listens attentively to her answer. He is clearly interested in her answer, but it doesn't seem the interest of a man sizing up a bed partner. When they are both finished eating he takes the chain attached to her collar and leads her up stairs to his room. Upon entering he told her to sit on the bed. He began pacing he room thinking and muttering to himself. Eventually he stops dead in his tracks. If that guard was rough with you, you must have other older injuries. Strip. I want to get a look at you and see just what I am working with here.
Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

Mary kept talking even after he told her to stop, she was saying so much information all at once. She didn't care she had angered him but what was shocking was when she lost control of her own body. If your beloved gods cared for their creation then the world wouldn't be so cruel. She said and knew she has crossed a line with him. She was frozen for a moment unable to move, she was staring straight ahead only able to breath and blink. Her body floated fast to the bed, she was placed on it gently a pressure coming over her body. She couldn't move at all. What is thi- she was cut out by a thick ball of air being put in her mouth. She would struggle if she could, terror filling her. This wasn't a bad dream it was reality. She looked at him wided eyes in terror and cried out when the sheet was taken from her body, her nipples hardened due to lack of warmth. She felt his hand on her leg then gently spread herself to him, he checked to see if she was virgin which she was. She couldn't look at him as he talked about her own body and knew deep down he was right. She wasn't all of those things. Still a person to her soul, she wasn't the scars either. She couldn't believe that now, she wouldn't allow herself the thought of happiness after she had seen so much. She thought of her uncle and how his life must be like knowing his son would inherit everything. She had closed her eyes but opened them as he was moving. He kissed her once more, the pain and throbbing went away in her hand, it wasn't soft like before but like a learned motion. He kept her pinned to the bed all day, her breathing had finally returned to normal, she had started to doze off to sleep when she heard a knock. She had a hard time finding words to speak so she didn't at all. She had to figure out a way to get the spell removed. She watched as he took the tray from a maid and put it on the table and came back to her pinned body. She would have looked at him but still pinned to the bed. She smelled the food and her stomach growled with hunger. She listened to him and found her voice once more. Yes your lordship. Was all she said.
Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

Mary had a very unsettling feeling now. She lay still on the bed not moving. Her will could be taken away from her with his mind. No projection, no show of intent or anger, she had no way of fighting this. He wasn't normal he didn't have to fight her to make her submit. The thought chilled her to the core. She was 100 at his mercy with his powers. Mary stood up when he told her to come eat and looked at the food and then down at herself. Her ribs were showing, fingers were boneir as well. All signs pointed to lack of nutrition she sat down naked still as were his wishes and looked at his bare chest letting her mind wonder. The thoughts disturbed her afterwards and the only reason she was taken from the daydream was when he started talking. Not wanting to experience what he had shown her before or worse. She sipped the wine and answered. More than likely I would have gone without food but still made to work that. Also burning has always been a passion of my owners. They like to melt flesh on their slaves so even the slaves wouldn't bed them My lord Edward She said remembering her own burn scars. The thoughts were begging to wage war on her mind, the thoughts came thundering back with such force. It was her recent naked exposure and being pinned down. She paled at the thoughts he hands shaking so she focused on trying to use the spoon again that she had at midday. It worked with some effort and she kept mirroring Edwards movements. She started to take a turn for the worst while chewing bread. She had taken up a clear glass of water that was on the table holding it. She had squeezed the glass so hard her knuckles were white. The liquid in the glass started to form very small orbs that floated ever so slightly, they started to join together to make bigger ones and float towards the top of the glass. Mary's memories kept her in their grasp for a moment more at the end her eyes glowed a sharp piercing glow. Blinking the glowing stopped and the water went back into place. She put the glass down and chewed on nibbles of bread as she had done before having no notice of the water changing form. She noticed the fire starting and she took in a shaking breath. She remembered the words he had just spoke about her not listening and needing to be settled. The thought of having sex made her stomach twist. Would it' hurt? Was her main concern with the matter. I understand my lord Edward. She said taking off hunks of bread eating them quicker than she should have.
Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

As he sat and watched her pinned to the bed by nothing but thickened air he considered her and what her life must have been like. He'd seen and heard the things all too often. He really had spent years going from slave market to slave market hunting for Marco. In almost everyone he'd found one that was especially heartrending and needful. He'd invariably bought the slave and freed them. Sometimes they just needed a little money and a direction to go back to something. Or to find a new life. Sometimes they needed more. Those he took home to Roseshire and established them in new lives. There were so many in Roseshire that he'd brought from the raggedy edge. Not just slaves, either. Mostly not slaves, actually. Between this occasional trip to a random slave market to torture himself and buying one, there the slaves from the slaver ships he'd freed that had no where to go or no one to go to. Even given that, former slaves made up less than a quarter of the population of Roseshire. About a quarter were residents that were more then two generations there. The rest were the hard luck cases he'd found and brought back or sent on. So half of the village was refugee citizens, as some called them. Yes, over 90 were women and children, but he was allowed to be especially soft hearted toward them. So what he was having to do to Mary pained him on a level that even he did not fully understand. He hurt for her. He did. But they both had been put in an untenable situation by the queen. Its like he'd told her, as much as they both disliked the situation they had to accept it for what it was. He'd have to learn to be a good master, though he'd prefer to be more a friend. She'd have to learn to be an obedient slave. Something that clearly escaped her, considering her scares and burns. He'd be damned if he would jeopardize it all for a willful woman who could not see beyond her own problems. He wanted apologize. He almost felt the need to apologize. Then he remembered the queen and her probable death warrant. He wanted to apologize anyway, but he knew that she only see it as a sign of weakness and be emboldened b it. The food came and he'd had her get up and join him at the table. He'd reminded her that it was better to go along to get along. He had ordered hearty meals and plentiful wine for them. He'd tried talking to her, but not just was she incapable of concentrating, he noted with some interest the water in her glass moving on its own. Magic he thought derisively. He did not care for magic. And she did it for the second time. Called him my Lord Edward. He gave a disgusted grunt. No Mary. No. Not my Lord Edward. Just Edward. he sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Trying to change the subject he asked, Do you really not want healing? Really?
Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

Mary didn't look up from the bread she had been forcing herself to eat out of habit, she was so used to eating food so quickly that nibbling like this she hadn't done for a long time. Taking another morsel she heard his question if she did want healing. Did she? She thought of all the scars she could see and feel and knew they had caused her great pain. She remembered now crying after her first whipping because she knew her skin would never be the same. She looked down at her breasts and touched the burned skin on her left breast, the skin had melted almost and was rough in some ways but smooth in others. She looked at her hands seeing cutting scars and her brand as a slave marking. Will it hurt my Lord-... I mean Edward? Can you really heal such wounds?she asked unsure as she looked at her body starting to get overwhelmed and sad on how she looked. Her body was covered in burns, scars and whipping marks. She hadn't taken it all in until that moment. She kept searching and finding more scars. At least sometime later she just stopped looking. Tears were threatening to fall down her face. She realized that she had lost the will to care, to have feelings and lost herself in the high of the pain. The scars had become such apart of her identity. She looked at the branded S and got the look back in her eyes of pure rage. She stood up and walked to the window. She opened it and had half a thought to jump down. If she killed herself Edward would be in so much trouble. Why did she care? So many thoughts were ramming around in her head she felt it hard to breath. Her scars had caused her to rebel because she felt her life was over but she was so young to life. She looked out at the town, the smell of the sea in the air. She hadn't see the ocean before and had always wondered. She stood there trying to catch her breath. She had a new life now, she could start over. Gripping the window sill tightly then turned to Edward. Could you remove the scars Edward? She asked looking at him hopeful.
Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

He had asked her if she wanted healing. Which is what he really should have done the first time instead of just assuming that any intelligent and sane woman would want to be whole and blemish free. He watched her as she nibbled her food. He saw the internal struggle. He remained quiet for a bit to let her think and process. He'd already told her she was not her scars and burns. She was more than that and cheapened herself by clinging so tightly to them. She looked at her own scars and burns. Then she asked if it would hurt. He considered before he answered. The act itself, yes, the first time and then only for a very short while. Seconds or maybe a couple of minutes before you begin to feel pleasure, But even that I'd make as easy and gentle for you as possible. I'd do things to please you and make you enjoy it before we got to that point. I'd make your body as ready for as it can be. First I would bath you thoroughly and then massage all of you. Next I'd cover every inch of you body in kisses and caresses. I'd give you a kind of pleasure you cannot now imagine with my mouth. A sort of pleasure that is so intense it is almost painful, almost but not close enough for you to worry about. Then I'd hold you while you body relaxed from the intense amount of pleasure. Then I'd use my finger to give you more pleasure until I felt you were really ready. Then I'd lay on my back and let you be on top. For a woman's first time it is easier that way. You will be in control and decide how quickly or slowly you wanted to proceed and when we did begin you'd set the pace. Yes, there would be a short amount of pain as I pass through your womanhood, but if we are doing it right that would be very soon overridden by pleasure. He'd carefully laid it all out. Than maybe she could really consider it and not be quite so afraid of it. To, she could ask any questions she might want to. Then he addressed her next question. The first time will heal the newer and lessor scares and burns will heal. But with each repeated occurrence, more and more then the older and more severe would begin to fade. After time, perhaps a week or two, all of your scars and burns would be gone. Including the ones marking you as a slave. He watched her take it all in and struggle within herself again. First was sadness, then apathy and finally the rage he'd seen earlier. She went over to the window and opened it. He snorted. For someone who had been so concerned for her modesty, she seemed to have no problem over there by an open window. Yes, I could and would remove them, if you but say so. But remember if you chose this it would be a little slow, but noticeable process. Each time you'd see very real and drastic reduction in your scars and burns. That, at least would reassure you I was telling you the truth. He sat and waited for her to consider his words.
Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

Thank you for taking my uneasiness into consideration Edward. She said still thinking how the day had panned out so far. She fidgeted with the chain more needing to do something with her hands. It is comforting to know I won't be taken by force. She said and relaxed more. She had been sitting in the chair straight, her back not touching the back. She took in a deep breath, she hadn't taken a deep breath all day. Inhaling thru her nose and exhaling thru her mouth. She did this a few times relaxing more. No! Well you see, umm I like the idea of the bath. It sounds all very interesting she said and felt her nipples get hard. She looked down at them then felt her hand being picked up. Her eyes followed her hand and his touch made her still. He started to rub the inside of her wrist right above the nerve. She openly shuddered, her wrist jerked slightly but she put it back in place in his hand. She closed her eyes a moment her body shuddering everytime the circling reached her nerve. She opened her eyes but when she did a hunger and need was only in her eyes. She couldn't help it as he continued to send shivers down her spine. Listening to him talk about the queen. She took her free hand and smelled her other wrist that wasn't being used by his hand. The smell of roses made her relax more. She remembered seeing a rose garden at one of her masters and knew there was one at her uncles estate or used to be one. She felt herself burning red when he talked about the kissing and made a move to stand up but kept where she was. Looking away from him she licked her lips, her nipples had gotten tighter at the thought of his lips on hers and all over her body. She heard him talking about how he was a lord and he was going to buy her rose oil. She kept shivering at the circling. She watched as he moved towards her over the table but touched the collar. She felt a lightness as it fell away from her. She looked at him wide eyed and felt around her neck. Nothing was there, she gasped again taking her free hand to feel around more still shocked it was gone. There were cut marks on her neck near the major arterys on both sides. She paired them no mind as she finally dropped her hand. She blinked when he talked about getting her a new collar and smiled for the first time to him. Thank you Edward. She said genuinely. Nodding when he spoke about the shackles, it didn't sink in fully about what he meant or what it would mean in the future but she was glad for the freedom to move her body freely. Her hand that was free fell to her lap relaxed and loose. Her body was relaxing more as he kept the circling up. Can we try it now? I am curious and I am feeling something in my lower body. Is it normal to feel a wetness? She asked touching her vagina and showed him the liquid on them. She was clueless but she tried not to be hard on herself.
Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

He had taken the time and effort to explain it to her. To lay it all out before her. He heard her thank him for reassuring her that he would not take her by force. He felt to be completely honest he should set the record completely straight. No, Mary, I would not take you by force. I might without your consent in very specific circumstances. If you are too injured or ill to consent or are unconscious to consent. I may even do it if you are in too much pain to consent or in such pain you'd rather death than to go on. You need to know now, if forced into a morally murky situation with you, I will ALWAYS choose and error on the side of life and healing. I understand if me saying this bothers you, but I felt I owed it too you to be completely honest with you. He like how she reacted to his touch. Something so simple as rubbing her inner wrist was so alien to her it had a real and profound effect. And if he were to be really honest with himself, knowing that he was the one who was going to teach here just how good a touch could be that not all touch was bad, just plain excited him. He loved to give pleasure almost more than receive it. And to be able to give her this? Oh yes. The idea turned him on. Ah yeah, there was that blush and a look of real lust. Yes, this was good. He was pleased with her reaction of him removing her collar. He was not pleased with the cuts on her neck. She thanked him and he shrugged it off. He did note she did not tell him if she wanted a new, comfortable collar to wear when she was feeling exposed without the one he'd destroyed. He smiled when she asked to try it now. If your are absolutely certain, yes. Then she mentioned being wet and showed him. She asked if it were normal. He chuckled. Yes, Mary, that is very normal. Just a moment. He got up and walked to the door and called a maid. She heard him order a tub and the works to be brought up to his room. And that he and his companion would be practicing a centering ritual and not to worry about the smoke. It'd all be funneled out the window. He returned to his seat and said. Okay Mary, if you are sure, come her and sit in my lap and kiss me. I am going to touch you where you are wet and make you feel pleasure.