Thread: Empire of Sin [DeliciousLust//Frost]

The sun was setting over the Citadel, casting shadows across the empire and cloaking the towns beneath it in shadow. The Citadel was a grand building easily a city in itself. The Citadel was comprised of a single central palace a grand building that stretched seemingly to the sky, layered into many tiers and even more floors and surrounded by four secondary towers, one in each cardinal direction and designed to fulfill a single purpose, connected to the palace and each other via tens of grand sky bridges that formed a web of connection between the buildings and added critical logistics support, essential for the massive buildings. The Citadel was in a way its own self-contained city, each tier sporting an increasing level of luxury and decadence to provide to its inhabitants from the lower tier for the merchant princes, to the Imperial Palace itself, which made up the top tier of the Citadel. Of course, despite all this room, there was no room for peasants in the citadel... no, the glowing tiers of the castle were the homes of the noble classes of the empire. the peasantry lived in the great city shadowed at the base of the citadel, the people who toiled endlessly to provide for the noble decadence in the long run. The only inhabitants of the Citadel and more importantly the palace were nobles, guards, and of course the slaves. The citadel was built on the backs of the slaves owned independently by nobles to attend to their every need, physical, mental and of course sexual. Slaves were in a way a currency among nobles, their tier and privilege was reflected by the number and quality of slaves that they owned, with the emperor of course owning the best of them... They allowed the nobles to live their truly decadent lifestyles, silk and gold and heated rooms... Life was of course... rougher for the slaves... most lived in cramped and squalid quarters in the interior of the central palace, overseen by guards and forced to perform hard labor nearly constantly, working the boilers or hauling resources from level to level. The personal slaves of the nobility had it easier, at least on the surface... some nobles liked to dress their slaves up in finery and some even fed them fairly well, but life as a noble's... pet, actually was not as glamorous as it would seem, abuse was rampant, and if there were to be an 'accident' where a young slave was strangled to death, or worse, the guards wouldn't so much as bat an eye... slaves were utterly expendable, the noble could simply acquire more so slaves were forced to be obedient or face unpleasant fates. Lyn was one of those slaves, born and raised and passed from master to master until she had come to rest with the newest of those masters... a noble known as Silver Fox. She signed, watching the sun slowly dip behind the mountains in the distance. Her new owner's home was actually in a pretty nice location despite being on a lower tier than the old one... the position was on the west face just to the side of the shadow of the old Guard Barracks, perfect for watching the sun's set over the mountains that guarded the kingdom from invaders. With the sun setting slaves all over the palace were beginning to light lanterns in their owner's households, making the citadel shine with golden light. It was beautiful really, but only a mask for the filth that lie just under the surface. Lyn had already lit all the lanterns in her new owner's household, one of the tasks that the young woman had been assigned by her new mistress, and doing it early meant she still had some time to watch the sunset before the mistress arrived. Currently she was alone, meaning she could actually relax, no having to keep up the appearances of the obedient slave girl. The young woman was leaning on the railing of the balcony, only occasionally moving to fidget with her outfit or hair to make herself presentable. She was beautiful, really, with an attractive, slender face and large, almond shaped eyes that shone like amethysts framed by silken black hair, worn shoulder-length and with no decorations or ornaments and parted on the right only by one of her long, pointed ears. Around her slender neck was a thick black collar, an artifact from her old mistress, but one that signified that she was owned and therefor couldn't just be taken by the guards or other nobles... at least without permission. The slave girl was a petite one, young and supple she was physically an ideal slave... indeed her mistress had gotten away with her for a steal, swooping in to snatch her away before any others even knew she was for sale... Her previous mistress had been murdered, and rumors were that she had been murdered by none other than the Demon Assassin of the rebellion, her body butchered and hung by the Demon Assassin's chains despite her compliment of personal guards and skill in the martial arts. It had been a steal really, as the slave's beauty would normally ensure that only the highest of nobility might be able to afford her under normal circumstances. The girl sighed and stepped back, stretching and adjusting her new clothes... she had only been wearing this outfit for a couple days now, but almost liked it. Certainly it was better than the rags her last mistress made her wear... The clothing was tailored to her, designed to show off her form more than anything. It was simple, but elegant, colored a dark purple to match the elegant violets of her eyes and accented with golden designs and more importantly hugged her shape to emphasize her slender waist and lovely hips. It was comprised of a simple dress that covered most of her torso, one that normally would expose the girl's cleavage, though she was not terribly well endowed so the dress had been instead tightened to emphasize her slender build, fastened to her with a wide black sash wrapped around her waist and belly, leaving the lower portion of the dress cut high to reveal her lovely legs clad in black thigh high stockings. She wore no shoes, so she made almost no noise when she turned around and padded through the quarters. Mistress fox had much smaller quarters than her last mistress, who sported a three-floor affair on the upper tiers... of course while she was still alive. Fox had a nice place still though, far better than any servant's qurters and decorated to her personal tastes. Indeed though she didn't seem to be one of the highest class of nobles she seemed more... sensible? This one seemed to treat her better too... Mistress Ava had been... abusive... towards the timid girl, forcing her to perform demeaning tasks while wearing nearly nothing and generally taking out her frustrations on her and her other young slaves. She was a bitter and cruel old woman and certainly no one was going to miss her. Lyn was actually the one who had found her, and part of the reason why she had gone for so cheap... The Guards had taken her away that night after having been drawn by her screams. Fox herself likely remembered seeing the traumatized expression in her eyes, she had been sold as 'broken goods', though in the days since, the girl had seemed to calm down, though she still cringed if Fox had so much as raised her voice towards her. The girl tucked away the bitter thought while she walked away from the balcony through the dining room and main hallway, finally stopping at the entrance to the quarters and straightening up her clothing. The lithe thing padded quickly to the door, taking her place on one of the pillows by the door to wait for her mistress to arrive. Shen she did she would find the girl resting on her knees with her eyes down... as Ava had required of her. Welcome Home Mistress. She began, a weary smile touching her beautiful features. Those amethyst eyes of hers shifted down while she made her report, making sure to keep her eyes low and avoid eye contact as she always did whenever she spoke to her new mistress, looking as uncomfortable as ever. I dusted the furniture and prepared tea as you requested mistress, I even lit the lanterns tonight She glanced up through her bangs to gauge her reaction, she still wasn't sure how Fox operated. Was she the type to not allow her slave to sleep until dismissed like her last mistress? Or would she be pleased with the girl's work? Lyn did not actually have many useful skills, she was a terrible cook and was only decent at cleaning... She could dance, and was decent with a needle but that was about it, at least these things Fox could find pretty easily. The girl looked up at the woman, waiting for her reply.