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The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

"That's right scream filthy elf slut!" he growled.

He forced his cock to scrape into her tender flesh. It thrilled and pleased him to feel her struggle under him and cry out in pain. He slide a hand between their bodies and roughly moved her maiden hood to grab her clitoris and pinch it as he pounded into her tunnel.

"Tell them what happens to my sluts. Light the air with your pain."

Without waiting any longer. Knowing that essence was starting to have an effect. His cock was throbbing to release. He held on so that he could hear her scream a few more times as he hammered into her.

He could not keep up the pinching. He put both hands on her hips and drove into her again and again. He groaned loudly after a few more quick strokes to brutalize hurting flesh until his whole body shuddered.

Eyes wide in annoyance. Trying even then to hold back but he sent cum into her as he grunted to a stop. He lay against her spent.

Gulping air. His head in the valley of her breasts. He lifted from her but not before giving both of them a solid bite to mark her. He put his teeth on her nipple and pressed down shaking his head until she screamed.

He released her nipple and bit the other one with a fine shake of his head. He would use her again in the morning. For today he was spent.

He was slow to raise from her. When he did he showed her two small rings. His fingers to her swollen injured labia as a evil smile broke out across his face.

"Would you like to guess what's next?"
 
Feeling him pounding into her hurt greatly, making her wish she were free so she could kill him, feeling every thrust as just a jolt of pain making her scream in pain, but as he called her a slut she glared at him, “I am not a slut, a slut would willingly sleep with you, I’m far better than that.” She managed to force out between screams.

Her body was forcefully bounced by his movements, making her tired body even more exhausted as she looked up at him angrily and sadly, the fact that this was happening to her again making her wonder if she had not been strong enough or strict enough, but she kept telling herself that she would get free again eventually as she had before.

Until then she allowed him to hear what he wanted, knowing that if he had not used the drug he would be getting maybe a few yelps or groans, but not as much as he was getting now. She knew he wanted revenge on her, but this was torture beyond what she would consider revenge, knowing this was probably what some sadistic spoiled creeps did to get off.

When he came in her she gave a whimper, glad he had stopped so she could catch her breath, her body shaking and wanting to get away from him before he caused her more harm. Watching him raise up and show her the rings, she shook her head slowly catching what breath she could to speak, “Would not be the first time I had those put in me.” She replied.

At one point she had her clit pierced as well as the lips and her nipples, so the only thing that worried her was if he pierced her if she would feel it that much more and painful, hoping she would not pass out, but from what she remembered it hurt her first time horribly and so it would probably hurt worse now.

“Just get it over with, I am too exhausted to do anything more, I just wish to rest.” She told him as she waited for him to get it done with, knowing he would want to get rest as well so she might get a chance to sleep some.
 
"Slaves don't dictate," Ridos Sarewoen told her and struck her across the flat belly with the strap twice.

It was to teach her what she was to him. To teach her she was a slave. She had always been a slave. Her place.

He placed the two small rings on her flat belly. Letting her feel the weigh on them. It would let her know what was to come. It was be a welcome blessing to what he would do to her now.

He moved from her. Leaving her in the same position as he stepped out of the cage to kneel in front a box at one side. He let her watch as he removed glass of various sizes. Three small and two larger.
He looked at her body. Her breasts and guessed before taking out two other. He stood knowing she was watching. Slowly moving toward her. The containers in hand. Again he knelt between her legs. A safer place for the fury he was about to unleash on her.

"I prefer breasts swollen before I ring them don't you?" He asked rhetorically.

She would appreciated it. He was sure she would be impressed. He held out a small vial up allowing her to see. It was a thick almost transparent pine colored. He dipped a finger and leaned over her breasts, hovering over the right.

"Honey," by way of identifying the fluid.

He lathered her dark nipple with a generous portion as he explained what she already knew.

"It's like quicksand to Wasps. It makes them mad. Stinging mad."

He dipped his finger again them painted her other nipple liberally before putting the cap on the vial and setting it aside. A moment later and he had another small vial.

It had a bright yellow substance. "Pollen. The common forest Wasp is particular attracted to it. Can't resist it. Is drawn to it even when offered a way out of a jar."

He dusted her left nipple lightly. His hand moved to the right and he dusted the other. The vial set aside he held up the larger capped container. Something inside was flying around hitting the glass sides.

"Wasps unlike bees never lose their stinger. One might be pierced many time." he informed her.

He let it sink in as he held the container upside down and opened it. He brought it over her right breasts. Hovering just above it as he looked down on her nipple painted yellow on top of a sticky thick surface of honey.

He brought the container to capture her breast. Tapping the glass to anger the Wasp, he smiled.

One breast at a time, he thought as he watched the Wasp float closer and closer to her breast attracted by the pollen.

"I'm sure you have some secrets. And I want to hear them all. Don't be afraid to sing out."

A moment later the Wasp, unable to resist, landed in the quicksand like honey. The edges of Ridos Sarewoen's thin lips began to crease into an unpleasantly satanic smile.
 
She knew she could push many buttons and when he showed he was angry with her she gave a small yelp of pain from the strikes before looking at him, knowing he probably knew her past and so obviously he might have known how hard she was trying to not revert back to what she had been before she was taught to be a strong woman.

Watching as he place the rings on her stomach she looked, waiting to see what he would do, and she had truthfully never seen it done in any other way, she normally used something similar to a sewing needle to pierce so it would not hurt much.

Seeing what he was doing she began to struggle more, shaking her head hard as she watched him, having a bad feeling about this, her body shaking. As he began to apply the different things she gripped the chains attached to her shackles, trying to brace herself as she looked at the wasp, her eyes looking to him in fear, “Please, don’t do it like that, I will be swollen from it just from a normal piercing, please don’t use that little thing.” She asked, her voice wavering from her normal strong confident voice as he brought the jar to her breast.

Once the wasp was stuck she knew it would hurt greatly and as he spoke to her she could hardly speak, the pain was intense, her body beaten, bruised, and now about to be stung by the horrible little thing. The first sting startled her, making her body jump and she gave a groan of pain, but the next few times it stung her she cried and screamed, asking him to make it stop since it hurt far too much and with ever sting it hurt more and more, her body shaking, and the poor girl was sobbing in pain, usually very strong but due to what he had done and the potion he had used on her she could not block it out or contain her cries of pain.

Over and over again she asked him to remove the wasp from her, her poor breast being brutally stung and hurting greatly die to the toxin which made it swell and look horrible. Everything he did seemed to mar her beautiful body, and she would be unable to heal until he had done all the damage he wanted, knowing it would take time and probably completely drain her to heal her body fully.
 
Her screaming delicious. More than Ridos had expected. He removed the wasp by scraping the blade of his dagger across her swelling suffering nipple.

"Yes, very nice," Ridos said as he brought the ring near.

"I do hope this hurts. I am enjoying your screaming as are others." Ridos explained.

He let her see it. He moved so she could watch him as he dug the ring into her injured flesh. Pushed it until it pierced her. Then slowly thru to the other side where he clamped it.

The other breast would be next. With the level of pain she is taking he expects to break her very soon. So that when Ridos is finished with her, she will do and say anything to keep a man from hurting her. Anything.

His finger lifting it up and down as he spoke. "What are you?"
 
Hearing him she knew he was enjoying this far too much and for that reason tried to tell herself not to give in, over and over again, but as he put the piercing through her poor injured nipple, making her whimper in pain she was not sure how much longer she could last, after holding out greatly compared to others who would go through this, knowing this type of treatment was usually over the course of a week or a month to break a slave in slowly, but what he was doing would practically shatter her.

When it came time to have him torture her other one she tried to pull away from him, unable to say anything, merely wanting this monster away from her and her tormented and brutalized body, already prepared to pass out any moment.

Once he redid the same set up as he did for the other breast she screamed just the same, unable to even look at him, hating him so dearly that she would hate him with ever fiber of her being. As the other piercing was put in and he asked her what she was she knew that she should just answer him with what he wanted to hear, but out of spite she did not, instead she managed to catch some breath and mutter softly before coming close to passing out, knowing she would be unable to with what ever it was he would do to her next.

“I am a woman who is far better than you and any other male that has approached me to be my mate, what you are doing is pathetic and shows how weak you really are.” She hissed as she lay there, shaking and shivering, wanting to just rest, her eyes drifting shut, but she kept them open the best she could, even as they tried to roll back and let her sleep, Ariia knew she could not trust him to be kind or leave her be for a little while.
 
Ridos Sarewoen admired his handy work. She was writhing. Screaming, as the Wasp stung her. He watched her body jerk and twist as she felt every single moment from the first sting to the swelling that had him in rapture.

He brushed her tortured pussy. His fingers strafing across her injured folds. The very tissue he planned to subject to his personal touch.

He wanted something special for her. His fingers pinching along the length of her slick sex lips. His cum mixed with her lubricant on the white imprint he pressed into her sore flesh. It was all he could do to contain himself. Although he was well spent for the day. Once. But he had made the once very pleasurable.

He smiled down upon her as she suffered. The tweezers out as he snagged the other Wasp from her swollen red nipple. Two fingers to the ring. Moving it up and down so that it ached like it's twin. Painfully ached he hoped.

There was of course the matter of her pussy lips. His purpose of course was to use those rings at her heat to torture her further. It was exactly how to go about it that was in question. He thought for a long time on how to extend her suffering.

He gathered the jars he had in his arms and moved out of her cage as he considered a possibility. The box waited for his undivided attention and opened as he knelt before it. He replaced the other vials and containers first.

Among the many tools Ridos had in the box was a pair of gloves. Not just any gloves. They had a dull blue glow to them as their magic wrapped around them like a cover of cellophane. He placed one of the gloves at his belt. Turning back to the box he began to search for what he had in mind.

Ridos' fingers lifting a container that held something dark that moved inside the clear jar to eye him but Ridos thought better and set that container back in it's place.

Instead he chose another. Lifting the jar up it's contents stirred. Uncoiled in a quill length copper threat. Forked tongue darting out madly scenting the air. He retrieved a kin. A second jar that contained the approximate same size quill length copper colored snake.

Satisfied he stood and walked carefully into the cage. His arms full as he knelt once again between her trembling thighs.

He gave pussy lips an affectionate pat. "I have returned."

His hand went to the glove on his belt. He slid his hand in it as he explained. "Copper Asp, oddly they have only a single set of fangs at the middle of their jaw and produce no venom. That is the good news."

"The bad news as you might have guess is they bite down and don't let go. Death grip. Varying degrees of pain as long as they sense a pulse from their victim."

He pinched her sex lips between his fingers, "You have a very strong pulse there."

He moved his hand away to hold the container with an asp. His gloved hand broke thru the skin top as he closed his eyes. His lips moved to charm the snake to the correct position.

He leaned forward. His hand bringing the head to the asp to her sex lip. The tongue flicked out quickly. It's body coiled around Ridos hand ready to strike. The jaws opened and held. The single pair of fangs jutted out prepared to bite.

The asp still in the jar was for her other fold. He would take his time. Let her feel the pain he would bring to her fully before retrieving the asp and applying it on her also.

"When you have properly responded to my question I shall kill them so the pain will stop ......."

"And not a moment sooner."

With that Ridos carefully placed her fold in it's mouth and watched it snap shut on her sore swollen flesh. He waited breathlessly for her reaction.
 
Seeing him remove the wasps she gave a soft sigh of relief, her body shaking hard, and trying even harder to get her free, her hands tugging at the chains, the shackles cutting into her wrists, and if she was not carefully which how much blood was lost as they cut in then she would possibly die of blood loss, that was if he did not pay attention.

Seeing him moved and put the other ring in, her eyes were still allowing tears to stream out, so much pain going throughout her body, thoughts of wanting to kill him ran through her mind, and how she would love to do this to him, or worse. She was no longer really in her right mind, retreating within herself and allowing her mind to hide away what it needed to for her not to become a lifeless doll, knowing he would find no satisfaction out of an empty shell of a body, getting reactions, but meaning none of it.

The pain he caused had made her nearly pass out, and as she saw the snakes she tried to speak, to ask him not to do it, knowing the snakes and what they could do, but once again it was not something she would use to break a slave, he was out to not only break her, but completely shatter her and leave nothing left, or so she figured. If he wanted a silent, fearful, and obedient slave without a soul that was what he would get, or a frightened young woman who had been tortured so much it broke a great deal of her spirit.

As he allowed the snake to bite on she screamed and sobbed in pain, already having that region hit with a belt, raped by him, and now this. Her eyes were shut tight, wanting her to pass out finally, but she could not, as much as her body begged her she could not yet, speaking she did not look at him shaking her head slowly, her voice wavering and hardly above a whisper, since that was all she could manage, “What do you want?... I will not admit to what you say… I’ll do what ever you want… just please stop this… this is not even breaking a slave, it is cruel and pointless torture… please stop, make the snake let go… please it hurts too much…” She forced herself to say, unable to look at him, turning her head away, angry and afraid, if he had tried to touch her she would most likely pull away like a beaten pet, not wanting his touch at all, let alone anything to do with him ever.
 
Ridos Sarewoen's lips twist cruelly as she begs. His hand gently caressing her knee. Slowly stroking into her inner thigh. He watches her move involuntarily, trembling in agony as the snake's body corkscrews maddeningly along her pussy slit. Torture and teasing her as he watches.

His artistry on the rings sunk into her swollen nipples to be joined shortly by the anguish at her sex lips. He meant to drive her to her knees. He meant to steal her breath until she submitted to the collar she now wore and the chains that held her open for his use.

It was clear to him so powerful a woman if released would rise quickly. However, to kill her served no purpose. Martyrs cannot be subdued, nor can they lay at one's feet at council. Instead a Martyr tended to rally those slow to take up a sword otherwise. So she must remain a slave and that meant to experiment on her so that she was broken. Broken and begging. Her cries and screams a warning to others.

His hand found her other soft inviting labia. He gently brushed it with his fingers. Readying her flesh as he drove his gloved hand into the second jar. The Copper reptile coiled briefly before the blue aura took hold and it slithered into his gloved hand as if it were an obedient dog.

He drew it out and held it so that she might see him prepare. The reptile unhinged it's jaws and opened. The one pair of fangs centered on the jaw clearly as saw toothed.

He brought the snake's head to her cunt lip. His eyes on her. Preparing it and ensure the bite would be deep and painful.

" If you wish this to stop simply acknowledge what we both know." He reminded.

The blue aura disappeared and the mouth snapped down suddenly piercing her labia and gripping her in an Ogre trap of torturing jaw pressure as he spoke.

"What are you?"
 
She struggled hard against the chains, tugging so hard they cut deeper into her wrists, her tears running down her cheeks as she whimpered and cried in pain, the feeling far too much for her she lay there against her will, feeling every movement of the snake, her body shaking and a scream coming from her with every move it made, causing her so much more pain.

Even being a strong woman there was only so much any man or woman could take and she was so close to it she wanted to just give in to stop this torture, atleast for a little while, knowing it would only progress most likely due to his hate for her, but she could hope he would possibly be persuaded to go a little easier on her till she could heal herself and stop the pain he had caused her.

Watching him retrieve the other snake she tried to speak, tried to say what he wanted her to, but she could hardly make out any words at all, trying to tell him what he wanted to get him to stop, but she could not stop crying and screaming in pain and because of that could not get enough breath to speak at all. And once the other snake bit down her eyes shot wide open and another highpitch scream escaped her as she fought against her chains, her body shaking and her arms trying to pull the chains off, wanting it all to just stop.

Hearing him she looked at him fearfully, wanting to be able to tell him what he wanted, but with the pain coursing through her she could not get enough breath to keep herself conscious let alone to speak and say what he wanted. Her body would not allow her to catch more than a second of breath, not enough for her to give into him, so all she could to was cry, leaning her head against her arm, showing him her neck burying her face against her arm, her pretty purple eyes hidden as she brought her hand down to her hair and moved it aside showing the collar against her skin as she weep and cried out in pain. Her hand came to the collar, but not gripping it, instead she kept her hand there, a sign of accepting it silently, giving her submission to him, since she could not find her voice, trying but there was no sound for the moment.

She had lost it, the pain had been far too much for her and once again she was brought to be the one thing she hated all those years ago when owned by those horrible humans, a slave, and by this small display she silently gave into him, giving him what he wanted, forcing herself to do so in hopes he would stop, her body shaking and trembling she wanted to shrink away from him once he was finished, wanting to feel no ones touch at all. And as she tried to speak she hoped from the screaming she would not loose her voice, knowing it would be pointless after since he would not be able to hear her words of submission, but if so then it was his own doing, not hers.
 
It was vindication for all he had suffered. Now finally as she screamed. Her breath short gasps. Her wrists dripping with blood as was her nipples and her cunt. All which he had felt had come to fruition. She was suffering for her sins. He had judged her and sentenced her to life in chains.

May no drow have mercy on her. May they bring about her humiliation. May she be always stripped and bred or taken to service a drow on her knees. May she be cursed as she was pulled behind the carts she was chained to. Paraded before all those who hated her so they might whip her back as she so deserved.

But that was as he rode triumphantly as the Baron of Sweet Water. Ridos Sarewoen pictured himself named to replace her and bring her to her own keep to be chained to the floor at her own bed. He was swimming in that moment.

The taste of Victory could not be better as he watched her struggle to speak. Unable. Impossible. Her hand to her throat. The collar he had place on her himself. Touching it as only a slave can touch a collar. Acknowledgment and surrender.

She was his!!

He showed her the dagger. Making a business of moving to her body. He brushed the flat of the blade along her thigh. Letting her feel the cold steel. He took one snake by its body and gave it a good jiggle like her nipple rings then waited. He watched her reaction.

Delighted he placed the sharp Mythra edge just at the back of the snakes head and pressed down. The body peeled away like cutting butter. Again he watched her reaction as the seconds ticked for the snake to die.

He moved the blade to the other snake. His eyes on her as he slowly cut into the body. Feeling the violence in it’s death throws. The second head finally slipped off her swollen pussy lips. The other snake’s head rested on her thigh.

He showed her two small rings.

Her sore labia swollen and lightly seeping blood thru the hole punctured thru it by the fang. He tugged it to stretch the hole and inserted the ring. Her stopped to watch her plainly he was enjoying all that she could give him.

He did not want her dying. So her wrists would need mended. But not before he placed the other ring in her cunt lip. He grinned evilly. His fingers move to the other one and he tugged. The other ring slipped into the hole that had been her flesh.

Her reaction was important. She had to be broken. Enslaved.

His voice a deep tenor, “Slave bitch, Do I own you? Nod for yes.”
 
She did not see herself the same way, like any drow woman, when asked for her hand she tested them, and turned them away just as any other woman, but obviously he was too centered on her to realize that every woman of her kind did that, so she did not see this as justice or anything to be punished for, it was simply she had no interest in him like that and seeing as how he could not hold his own against her, she did not see him as a fitting mate, and that was all it was, her rise into power and ability to do her job well had nothing to do with him or any of the others she had turned down, she had even insulted more even worse than he had been, so she say this treatment to her as revenge and misplaced, yes he had her, but he would never truly have her, her body would be there, but her mind and soul would be somewhere else and she would have no feelings for him or anything he did.

Seeing him bring up the dagger she tried to hold still, her eyes so lifeless for him now, no longer as beautiful and spirited as they once were, almost taking the beauty away from her as she watched him remove the first snake and put the ring through her, whimpering and groaning in pain, her body shaking so hard she could not control it. Once the other snake was off her she looked up to him, angry at herself and him as she gave him a thankful look, still unable to find her voice after the entire experience. Seeing the rings she merely turned her head away from him, telling him she did not care, and would not, she could not stop him and knew he would just out of spit so she waited for him to torment her more.

When he took hold of the rings now in her and moved them she flinched trying to keep herself from backing away from him, knowing it might only get her another beating, but then again he wanted her in pain and would probably beat her just out of anger or to keep her hurt, weak, and frightened. Hearing his question she managed to nod her head slowly, not liking having to give into him, but she did it anyways. She nodded her head yes and her eyes lost their life to them, a deep sorrow and emptiness in them as she was back where she had freed herself so long ago, but she hoped he would plan to take her to the drow city, she could easily persuade them that he was a traitor by siding with the orcs and hence free her and possibly allow her to kill him since this act was against their laws, but if he was smarter than he looked he would keep himself enslaving her a secret unless he wanted to risk being tried for enslaving her, as well as siding with the orcs to take drow land.

She remained lifeless, catching her breath as she lay there, no doubt flinching any time he touched her, or so much as moved toward her. Her eyes were beginning to show how exhausted she was, everything he had done had worn her out so much her eyes were wanting to shut to let her rest a little, not only to heal a little, but to gain energy so she could heal completely once awake since her body looked horrible with the bites, blood, and stings from the creatures, her beautiful body in desperate need of her healing itself. She knew it would tire her more but she spoke in a soft whisper to him, surprised she could even get that much out, “Please… let me heal myself… so my body is healed and beautiful as it once was… for your pleasure… master.” She muttered, her tears streaming down as she kept her gaze away from him. If she healed her body would be completely healed, but she would not doubt faint once it was all healed, but she saw it as a plus for him being able to fell her skin healed, unswollen from the stings and it would be much nicer for him to rape her once fully healed instead of in the horrible state she was in.
 
He rose then, brought the dagger with him. He came to her head. Ridos wanted her complete surrender. His cock aroused as he enjoyed the different colors and shapes he had brought to her body. She was well tortured. No one could doubt he had spare nothing to break her to his will.

She called him Master. A rush of emotions filled him fully. She was broken. Her shy despair. Her helpless weeping. Her submission to his will, even her offer to heal herself so that she might be more pleasing to him. It all filled his head with thoughts that had been fantasies.

Use her again, rape her. But he couldn't have her looking beautiful. She had to look as she was. Everyone had to see that he had tortured her. Everyone had to know his terrible nature. He was not one to trifle with. He was not one to disobey.

He rubbed his fingers across his chin, as he decided what to do. So many options. How close were they to the Orc village anyway. She had been resistant, more than anyone he had every had as a guest.

Sarewoen felt the cart slow.

"Ridos!" Came the Orc voice from the other side of the canvas of the cart.

“What!” Ridos bark. “This had better be important Toe Jam!!”

“We’re back home,” The Orc replied.

“What does that have to do with me?” Ridos growled.

“All dah sex slaves go to dah block . I come for dah Queen,” Toe Jam said.

“NOT NOW!” Ridos turned almost planting himself between the cage and the Orc.

The canvas was torn from the cart. Toe Jam and several Ogres stepped into the cart.

“Orc law. You in Orc land now.” Toe Jam gave him a broken tooth grin. “She’s going to the winner of a fight.”

Ridos was out numbered. He sheathed his dagger and stepped aside. The Orc said something and Ridos watched two Ogres go into the cage to bring her out.

“Thanks for gettin her ready for a good fucking,” Toe Jam told her.

Toe Jam looked around then looked at the two Ogres, “You not Bug shit or Nose picker. Where are dah?”

One Ogre shrugged, “Gone. Frog Farter sent us when he couldn’t find ‘em. There’s a couple more missing so he’s looking for them hisself.”

The Orc fully in charge frowned briefly then shrugged, “Okay you two take the slave Queen and tell Worm Juice that to put all of dem on their knees on the platform. Chain their ankles to the rings. Whip ‘em if they don’t sit up.”

Toe Jam looked at the female drow slave. “Someone’s gonna enjoy shoving a big cock in you!”

The Orc motioned to the Ogres to take her to the platform so that she could be displayed with the other women.

Ridos got the consolation prize. Everyone would see his work and fear him.
 
Hearing the orc she looked to Ridos, shaking her head softly, having just been beaten and brutalized by him and given in, but to be given to these disgusting orcs was not going to happen, she told herself to hold out and she would try to make a run for it, determined to see them all burn, but she hid that behind fearful and painful eyes. Looking up at Ridos as he stepped away she gave a whimper, reaching out for him as he stepped aside, much rather have him as a master than a foul orc.

As the ogers entered and pulled her out of the cage she tried to relax, not to give them any fight as her body weakly moved to where they had said to move her, the others looking at her as she was forced to walk with them to be displayed, a few of the orcs seeing how bruatally she had been beaten, and some even put off by it, knowing she was suppose to be very beautiful from what stories told, so when they heard of who did this to her she found some of them pitying her and even being a little more gentle in hopes of not breaking one of her bones or causing sever damage that would prevent her from being used.

Once brought alone side with the other girls she was forced down and didn’t really care, most the girls were weeping, and as they saw her some gasped, asking if she was alright, what had happened, and some just remaining silent seeing her eyes, the look in them already said she had been through much. Looking around she noticed the other girls with a few bruises, and even a few whip marks, but nothing compared to her.

Looking up at the orcs around her she wondered if any of them had any respectable names, hearing some of the names made it rather disgusting to think one of them would own her, and no doubt rape her. Remembering what she had heard she failed to realize that some of the party that brought her and the others back were missing, making her wonder what had happened, hoping it was not some assassin after her again, or someone out for revenge who planned to rape and break her even more till she had no soul. She watched as one of the orcs gave the tournament rules, and the competitors, as well as stating that anyone who wanted a chance to win ‘the queen’ as they seemed to refer to her, had the right to participate, but had to come out number one if they wanted her.
 
It was a celebration. For Ogres and Orc that meant their favorite activities, Eating, Fighting and Fucking sex slaves, not necessarily in that order. Any combination seemed to be acceptable. And starting early meant starting with something that would increase an appetite. Since the only way to use a slave was to win her there was a waiting list to fight.

The contestants choose a sex slave to fight for then they divided the group into two lines facing each other. Whoever was left to stagger over to get the slave won her. Chivalrous. So the women knew their worth.

Ridos Sarewoen stood off to one side waiting. He watched the wincing looks, the tender touch of the Ogres and the horror of those who looking upon the Queen. He reveled in it. She was his greatest master piece. Every line, every mark clearly etched on her body. Everywhere on her body. And no painter to capture the moment on canvas.

The Orc called out from the platform that the Queen was now the prize. The Ogres and Orcs stood around looking at each other and mumbling quietly. No one wanted damaged goods. Ridos checked his pouch for his own trade secrets and stepped forward. He had any number of things to use on Orcs and Ogres besides a sword and dagger.

A rumbling came from the crowd of on lookers. The contestants pushed a couple of Ogres and an Orc forward.

There was movement in the brush off to one side. Suddenly what looked like a mud painted Ogre emerged. A heavy chain wrapped around a forearm and an axe in the other. This Ogre came from the right side and ran toward the contestants.

The axe raised but no war cry. Instead one word. It was roared as he crashed into the group of three.

"MMMMMIIINNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!"
 
Watching them she knew had she been in good condition others would have wanted her without a second thought, but the brutal beating he had given her and inability to heal left her looking as though she were completely broken, but if the winner would allow her to she would heal herself within minutes so she would be much better on the eyes.

Watching the fight she felt a pain and horror in the pit of her stomach, knowing one of these ugly beasts would own her, but the question was would she be able to handle it, and would he be able to handle her in a weakened state, knowing she could heal and possibly return to normal, enough to get free.

Her thoughts were cut off as she was soon to be the prize for the winner, and surprisingly enough they had mostly fought for the others leaving not many willing to fight for her, except a few very large and intimidating males, each one worst than the other, but her attention was soon brought to the ogre from the bushes seeing him charge in she was very worried, hoping he was more cleanly once given a bath, even if she had to bathe him, it would beat being raped by some mud covered beast.
 
The closest Ogre got the axe into the skull and a run a way dam burst and the mud covered beast threw himself at the three. The Orc was the first up. The Beast next. Seeing the Orc reach for it's club. The Beast turned and stepped on the Ogre's hand with the club in it. The wrist snapped like the breaking of a large limb.

The Ogre screamed. The Beast reached down and took the club in his hand. He did not bother raising first.

The Orc was sending a message to the mud cover Ogre via the swinging club. It missed by inches. The Beast swung up and the pike on the end caught the Orc in the gut.

The Orc dropped to it's knees holding it's belly with both hands and bellowing. The Beast put his foot on the dead Ogre and removed the axe from it's body.

He turned and eyed those other competitors. They suddenly found other thing to look at that were far more interesting. Damaged good were never worth getting your head split over.

The mudcover Beast turned toward the platform. He eyed the Orc standing beside the bitch he was about to claim. There had been a drow by the platform but no where to be seen now.

He stepped to the platform and pointed to the bitch. The drow that had been dragged and beaten. The one that would take weeks to heal. The mud covered Beast with sky blue eyes pointed and waited for the Orc to get her in a lead chain and release her shackles from the ring on the platform.

"MINE NOW!"
 
Watching the fight she was rather surprised at the skill of the ogre, never seeing an ogre do anything nearly as skillful as that before, but the more he won the more her heart sank in her chest knowing she could not stop this beast from taking her in this state, but with the right potion, enough moon light and rest she could be healed almost completely by tomorrow for him, if he would allow her to. She watched the display, the orc up on the platform with the keys readying her leash, the beautiful silver collar placed around her neck for the winner as an extra bonus since it went well with her hair as well as a beautiful outfit, made of silver chainmail in the shape of a bikini with white fur lining the inside.

Once dressed she was picked up carefully and the orc slowly brought her down the steps and to the winner, congradgulating him as he handed him the leash to the poor beaten beauty. She was far too tired to try and fight, her body so exhausted and weak she could not fight him even if she wanted to. She waited for him to take her to where ever his hut was or where ever it was he was going to take her, expecting the inevitable, walking over to him she had her head down, her pretty violet eyes cast down while her body trembled form the pain the stings, bites, and piercings were causing her, and she knew if she so much as even grazed them against something it would hurt horrible and bring her to her knees or simply fall to the ground unconscious.
 
The mud covered Beast was not depraved. He was not insane. He was able to add without using his toes which he had been doing since he rushed from the bushes. There were many Orcs and Ogres. There was only one of him. He now had the leash of the drow bitch and might possibly get them both out of the village alive. He used the rule of ones.

It was enough for one day. It would soon be night fall. The chill of the evening would be upon them. He must get her out of here now. There was West. If he took her West toward the Human realm once they crossed Crooked Creek and entered the Hills of Horcum there would be enough vegetation and irregular terrain to offer a windbreak and a cave to hid in for a day or two until she could move.

It was several hours walk. Much quicker on horse. He glanced over to the carts and eyes those there. Orcs and Ogres had trouble ciphering. It was not unusual for a horse to be missing from a trace only to be served on a spit somewhere else. One horse would not be missed. It was the rule of ones.

He tugged on her chain and walked in that direction. The direction of the carts where the horses waited. The direction near a small group of huts. He walked like he knew he belonged here. He even looked in the cart and grabbed a pack piled in the back. He had gotten this far with the rule of ones.

A horse grazed on a tether line. He tugged the leash and walked her to it. A moment later he was on it's back. It was the rule of ones.
She need only walk as far as the grove of trees near the last hut. He used a rope to extend her leash and he tugged on it.

This time the mud covered Beast spoke in drow, "Come!"
 
Obeying the creature silently she followed, being silent as she was guided to him and felt the tug at the leash, the collar digging into her soft flesh a little, but she did nothing more than flinch and obey. She wondered where he was taking her, following to the horse and looking a little confused, but none the less she followed on foot the best she could, stumbling once and a while, but something caught her attention as she looked up at him, “Ogres and orcs can not often speak drow, did Ridos teach you or another traitor?” She asked softly, meaning no disrespect, simply wondering how he could have learned such a thing. “Who are you, what is your name?” She asked softly, her voice barely a whisper as she walked with the horse until they reached the last hut and a little past that, out of sight of the orc village, making her a little confused. The sun was going down and they had barely made it to a large lake with a waterfall by sun down, but a nice place to rest if they needed, far enough away.

Looking up she could see the moon and gave a weak smile toward it, closing her eyes as she tried to take in as much as she could. Speaking again she remained walking, taking in the moon beams which almost made her glow slightly, “May I please have a little while to heal, atleast the outside so I do not look so damaged? Possibly take bath in the lake.” She asked, knowing if she could use a little magic she could warm the water greatly so it would be like a hot spring bath. She looked to him for permission, knowing he would probably beat her more if she did not ask nicely and respectfully, and in her opinion she had enough torture and beating for one day, dried blood on her nipples, and down her inner thigh from where he had pierced her nether lips, both still very sore and in need of healing if they were to not get infected.
 
She obeyed without a fight. It said much for her desire to live. She walked well considering. There were other things he noticed now that she was on the other end of the leash. Now that she belong to him.

Tortured and hurting yet she was keen enough to make note of not only what he said but how. Her questions as they moved past the huts pleased him. But he kept his back to her and grinned not wanting to give himself away so close to a wandering Orc or grubb picking Ogre who might over hear and sound an alarm.

He did not answer her. He felt the slight hesitation on the leash as he kept them moving past the last of the huts. He ignored her when she asked for his name. Not to vex her but to remind her it was his choice to speak to her not hers. Besides all would be revealed once they had stopped at Crooked Creak which was actually a decent size lake to eat a light supper before settling for the night.

He found a place between a ridge and the water's edge where it rose and flooded in the spring. The waterfall to the right. It was a quick walk to forest or waters edge.

He allowed her neither but kept her leash secured to the animals neck as he dismounted. He turned to her his voice like grinding two stones together.

He spoke in drow, "Wait here. You move I beat."

He left her and headed for the woods. It was brief and for fire wood. There was fish in the lake and that would be supper. He did not want her using magic for anything but healing. That would be a discussion they would have soon enough.

His arm so full of wood he had to look to one side as he returned. He dropped the arm load and went to the horse. First to hobble it and second to remove her leash from it's neck.

It was time to set down a few ground rules quickly.

He spoke drow in the deep tones of a hard day, "I own you. You are my property. Do as I say and avoid beatings. Cross me and what you have experience will be nothing compared to what I will bring down on your head."
"Magic is only used for healing. If I catch you using it for anything else I will sink a splinter of silver in your palms and make you hands worthless for magic or most any other thing."

"As to your questions from earlier. My mother taught me drow. You know me as Adan. This time Ariia we are going in the opposite direction from yours plans in the tent. We are return to my home, where you will not be my pet but wished you were because you will be my slave."
He fell silent. His hand on her leash as he watched her reaction.
 
Listening she sighed softly, remaining where she was, too tired to bother trying to run since he would not doubt find her, even though the thought of getting on the horse and taking off was one of many ideas that ran through her head, but she did not and leaned against the beast to keep herself balanced, her legs weak and wanting to give way. When he returned she remained relaxed and obedient as he took care of the horse and then took her leash from it.

When he said the ground rules she merely nodded, already knowing that, but when he spoke of hurting her far worse than any of her other experiences she felt hurt, shaking her head, “Nothing you do could be too much worse than what Ridos did to me in there, or what the humans did to me years ago.” She muttered, hearing who she was she looked up at him, not anger but fear and worry in her eyes, shaking her head softly.

“I saw you go over a cliff, but that would explain where the others went, but why would you risk coming for me when you could have gone home, safe and with them, instead of risking so much to get revenge on me fore a few hours at most that I had you? I did not even harm you as much as Ridos had done to me, at least you had pleasure out of it and were healed quickly of the pain, I am still feeling it now, everything done over the course of the day in that caravan and forced to remember what your kind had done to me,” She spoke, her voice so sad, holding back from crying, even though she clearly wanted to, all the memories running through her head.

“And now I have to go through more torture again, why? Why are you doing this to me, taking me back there? For revenge for taking over that plot of land? For killing those in that war? If so then you are taking your revenge out on the wrong person, I was ordered by others to do that, just like you, to go into battle and kill for your people and what not.” She replied before sighing softly.

“Please, if you or they are going to torture me much more… just kill me, because I can’t take it, I was a slave of the humans long ago, forced to serve or be tortured in the basement in your lords own castle many years ago, managed to get free, create a name for myself by working my way up, then taken by one of my own kind, beaten by a leather strap down below, raped, then stung by wasps to pierce my breasts, then lastly bitten by snakes to pierce by lips, then forced to answer him in order to stop the pain, but none of that I did to you, I healed you and even showed you pleasure and kindness.” She finished, her body trembling as she looked up at him, her eyes so different, full of fear and pain.

Due to the leash he had in his hand she could easily create a link and show him everything, from being in the dungeon in the human castle for years, everything they had done to her, as well as what Ridos had done to her, so with what little magic she could use she did so, sending a sudden rush of her own memories to him to see, hoping he may have some pity on her, but through the force of showing him those memories they came rushing over her as though in one second she relived them, her body trembling, her arms wrapped around her body in pain, her legs threatening to let her fall. “Please, let me heal and wash up for you atleast, to clean myself of this, I will not remove the rings but please let me clean myself and heal these bites and stings to return my body to how it looked before, how you had seen it and enjoyed it, I will not run, and will obey you, but please allow me that.” She pleaded as her eyes watered, trying hard not to allow tears to run from them. She was already taking in the moon to gain a little energy to heal if he would let her, once in the water the reflection of the moon in the water would aid in healing her greatly, but it would never heal her memories, the memory of being broken both times.
 
He watched her eyes widen in recognition when he spoke his name then fear. She spoke of the cliff.

He had not bothered to ask himself why he came for her. It was the same reason he protected her when they entered the tent. The reason he charged with the broken sword to give her a chance to run while he kept them busy. But he let her continue without speaking his thoughts. There would be time enough for explaining later if it was necessary.

Harm as much, a relative term depending on which side of the harm the speaker was standing on. At least she acknowledged her torture. Apparently she thought it had somehow ended there for him. He was elvish and had tasted her essence. She had given to him and he could not stop thinking about her.

He eyed her. She looked as thought she might crumble any minute. He did not care what she wanted. His people needed living proof that although they had lost a battle they had weakened a great enemy. Many suffered and died to relieve the drow of a very significant strategist. She was again a slave and his property. She was harmless without her minions and her weapons. She was owned in her collar and chains.

She was speaking about torture and what she had suffered. The leash in his hand warmed. He felt the magic of it but only briefly.

He gasped at the throbbing wave of fear coursing thru him, finding it necessary to stand still for a brief moment before pushing the strikes of the whip and the crushing pressure of a body stabbing in him. His mouth. His anal ring.

The click of the rack and the agony of his arms and legs as every joint popped out of socket and he found himself praying they would end it quickly. There was release but only to the floor and the slim covered boot that received a slave's kiss.

The silent scream. The horrible terrible scream. It echoed in the air and bounced off the canvas over head and the cart beneath. A cry that begged for death. He wished he could help and put that poor soul out of their misery until the lash struck again and he realized he had been screaming. It was his pain that would not let him die.

He came to himself. He was shaking. Sweat coating his flesh from the memories of her slavery. He dropped the leash like it had burnt his hand and it did.

He was suddenly aware she was speaking. It was hard to stop feeling what she had endured. He leaned against the horse for a moment panting shallowly and trying to listen.
When he had his legs under him again he stepped to her. He removed the leash from her collar. Collecting her in his arms and cradling her, he spoke softly to her.

"You are mine. We are going to my home. But first I will bath you as you bathed me. Then I will feed you before I lay you to sleep near the fire at my feet."

"I will punish you in the morning for disobeying me and using magic without my permission." He promised quietly as he carried her into the lake.
 
Watching him every movement he made brought memories back and what he saw and felt she forced herself to endure again, her body shaking so hard as she tried to regain her energy. Watching him she saw he had felt everything, and that was just a brief taste and feel of what she had gone through for years, remembering every single time they had done something to her, but she did not want to hurt him, all she wanted to do wash show him, but that was not how the magic wanted it to be.

Watching him come toward her she tried to scurry away in fear half expecting him to hurt her for doing such a thing, but she had not expected what he had done instead. He releases her leash and held her. Her body trembling so hard as she looked up at him so confused, but then a rush of emotion came over her as she buried her face in his arms and chest, crying softly, “I have told no one, and shown no one but you, can that not be punishment enough, for you to know what no others do.” She said in a wavering voice, leaning her body into him.

She heard him speak of letting her get cleaned and nodded slowly, looking away from him, “I am sorry for using that on you, I have never done it before, and what you felt I felt again as well, but that was just a small fraction of what they did to me, I will not use my magic again unless you wish to see another session of my torture over the years, but you will feel what I felt as well, please do not punish me, having to feel everything again is punishment enough, I did not run, I could have given you an entire years worth of pain, yet I did not, it would have been enough to make you want to kill yourself after just a few days, weeks or a month at most, please Master… Adan. Don’t punish me for this, I will not do it again.” She muttered, her head still leaning against him as she looked to the lake wanting to get in so she could clean herself and heal.

Seeing his hand burnt she frowned and brought it to her lips, kissing the wound and almost instantly it disappeared as though it were never there to begin with. Entering the water it was chilly and she looked up at him shivering, “Please let me warm it, we will freeze in here and become ill, it is nothing that will be too noticeable,” She requested before taking in more of the moons energy, “May I heal myself?” She requested, telling him she would keep her word and not use her magic unless he allowed her to.
 
Adan did not answer her pleads about her punishment. He chose not to.

He kissed her forehead and was surprised when she kissed his hand and healed it. He did not expect that from her. He snuggled her closer and stepped further into the water.

He was in above the knees and slowly moving up to the danger zone but the water had not gotten any warmer. He stopped as she shivered and spoke to him begging to warm the water.

"I am pleased you asked before using Magic," He told her then continued. "This time if it will not kill you or render you unconscious then yes, please warm the damn water. And yes heal yourself."

"Then a bath seems in order," He mentioned.

He held her to his chest feeling the fish brush against his leg. He was waiting for her to spin her magic. She should be exhausted when she was finished. He would take her back to shore and put her in a blanket by the fire while he cooked fish. He would feed her by hand and sleep with her. After all it was an Ogre pack and there was only one blanket.
 
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