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The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

He glanced up as she touched the collar as she spoke. Her words, the whisper of complete submission she could never take back pushed into the air for her to hear, for him to know.

The fingers of one hand at her sore nipples. Touch and teasing the rings. His face pressed into her soft cunt. Tongue lapping then out only to receive two fingers sliding inside and stirring from his other hand.

He was groaning as he thrummed her clit and drove his tongue into her heat. His fingers tugging lightly on her rings. His voice a rumble deep against he sex.

"Cum!" He roared.

On the tip of his permission he heaped every shocking sensation he could hammer against her. Sending her forward so she could rush past that edge and throw herself into her collapsing climax as he chewed and licked her into a full frenzy. For his pleasure because she belong to him.
 
Feeling him once again begin to torment her slender body it shook hard, trying to thrust against him again, wanting more and more until she came. She knew he had already understood her submission to him, and while it broke her heart she knew in a few months or year she would be too frightened and warped to care about anything other than to keep him pleased so she would be able to keep herself from feeling the whip against her flesh again.

Hearing him order her to cum, she blushed, whimpering softly, hardly needing to be told to as she came hard, her back arching as she cried out in pleasure, but tears streamed from her eyes as she came for him, cursing herself and beating herself up inside as her body trembled from the final release, her mind unsure of what to do or say, so she remained silent as she lay there, a hand wiping away her tears, not wanting to show him that although her body enjoyed it she had only barely began to give in and give up everything she had worked so hard to get, her freedom, her confidence, her spirit back, and now once again it was all gone, and because of him, no one else, but him.

Her boy was too tired to move much more so she pay there, looking toward the lake, her stare completely blank as she wrapped her shackled arms around herself to comfort herself in this time of so much pain and sorrow for her.

She had enjoyed what he had done, panting softly, and her body happy and thankful for what he had done, content for now, and praying he would not want her again since she could not even manage to roll over now, her womanhood soaked from her juices that had come out of her thanks to his mouth and fingers.
 
He would because he wanted. and he wanted his drow bitch as he had never wanted before.

All of her, from her blush and the soft whimpers of need so strong that he could string a bow and launch an arrow 300 feet from the arch of her back as she climaxed, to the mortal tears of despair and utter debasement running in streams down her neck and breasts.

Hating herself plainly written on the marks at her wrists and hating him more with every turn of her head and down caste of her eyes. But her body trembled against him as the last of her urgent detonations quelled and he kissed slowly up her body. Her hands cleared the tears from her eyes as he licked her nipples clean of them.

Owning her as he kept the full weigh of his body off her. Letting her know without words he would neither crush her body or the last vestige of strength that lay in chains deep in her eyes. Let her guess at the why, he had.

Yet he remained quiet, releasing the chain from the log. Allowing the silence to be for her a place she could find a measure of safety with him. His arms folding around her as he moved to cover her tired spent body like a blanket where she could snuggle in his heat against the chill of the night.

Even had she not pleased him she would be against him. This was her place when he chose to keep her for the night and not in chains on the floor at the foot of his bed.

She would beg some nights and be refused and other nights hate it and lay as he bid her. His choice now. She had placed this great affliction upon him and he had no immunity from her touch. None at all.

"A few hours to sleep before first light," He tells her in a whisper as he tucks her beneath him and settles. His eyes closing with his next deep breath.
 
When he wrapped his arms around her, her body tensed and initially tried to pull away, but she thought better of it, not wanting to be punished for it and so she remained still as possible, crying softly to herself, and as he brought his mouth to her nipple she gave a whimper of protest shaking her head barely able to mutter ‘no more please master’ unable to even stay conscious, let alone be used again.

Looking up at the chain once it was removed from the log she felt the weight of her enslavement, the collar she wore and the chains that now held her forever, or until he died, knowing she would outlive him since he was only half-elf. She constantly kept her gaze away from his, too frightened, too angry, and terrified of him, her body shaking in fear at everything that had happened and who had now enslaved her.

Hearing him the mans voice seemed distant, her weariness taking a huge toll as she fell asleep against him, but the entire night her body would be tense, knowing who it was keeping her warm, holding her in chains, and in the morning humiliate her to an extent he would never know, she had bluffed in her tent about doing such things to him in front of her own soldiers, but this would not be soldiers, this would be men, women, children, all who hated her for doing her job. She tried to sleep but she tossed and turned, nightmares invading her sleep giving her hardly any rest at all, and certainly not enough energy to even put up a fight with him tomorrow, her eyes already a dull color compared to what they were, they had lost their life and sparkle.

As she slept she replayed everything in her head, and during the whole time she had been in the tent with him she knew she had felt something for him, but now after all the torment and breaking her down it was buried deep inside her, so deep it would take a while for her to ever have feelings for him, if even in his life time, she was stubborn and did not want him to enjoy her, so she would shut down, lock herself in her body until this ordeal was over with, either until he died, or until she possibly killed herself, the though seemed weak to her, but it was better than slavery in her opinion, she pushed the thought away and the thought of children came to mind, knowing he would want to impregnate her, but what would happen to her then, she would not want her own children to see their mother as a frightened broken slave. And what of how they were conceived, ‘you were made when I had your mother chained to my bed’ or ‘in the dungeon I was torturing her…’ No doubt word of him walking her naked, collared, chained, and broken through the streets would reach their ears, either by outsiders. She slept until morning and remained silent even as she woke up.
 
The morning came with what revenge the passing night left. Thieving moon, it waned. Vanishing behind the line of hills as the first long fingers of light warmed the earth. He woke and felt her under him. Her body tense, she was awake.

He moved off her slowly. His hand stroking down the curves of her body until it rested on her ass cheek. He grinned and gave her a pat.

"Business," He said knowing she would be dragging the chain along with her. "That bush where I can see you."

He bent to the fire. Stirred the embers to heat travelers muck. A stick protein broth with a pleasant enough taste. They would share it between them before he place her arms in the stock. They would travel with him riding and her walking at the end of the leash.

The village and the keep a half a days march. It was possible to be home by late afternoon. The moon would be full this evening. A good time to walk her naked in it to her knew home and the training that awaited her.

He looked up to her, "Come, so you may be fed."
 
Once he woke her body tried to pull away from him as he touched her bare flesh, his touch not welcoming, not to her, but none the less she nodded and went to go do her business, but out of the way so she could not be seen, since he did not need to see how she went to the restroom.

She knew there was little to eat, but she would eat what ever he gave her. Once finished and what not she moved over to the fire, but putting a little distance between herself and him, having not said a word all morning or more than a whisper last night. She looked at what he was cooking as she sat in the shadow of a tree, not caring to tell him that the light hurts her eyes and while the moon gives energy, the sun did nothing for her except burn her skin, not in a way that vampires would, but her ash skin was rather delicate and if she was in the sun too long she would sunburn.

She looked at her feet as she thought to herself, knowing he would not allow her on the horse, so she would be walking, and once the walk was through her feet would be cracked, blustered, and possibly bloody without shoes. She did not ask him for anything though, remaining silent, afraid if she said anything she would make him angry and earn herself a beating, so she kept silent as she sat watching the fire.

She would be too tired to bother arguing or fighting him once they arrived at their destination and she knew he would probably use that to his advantage to prove a point to his lord, and to take advantage of her as well, but she was more worried about healing the wounds still deep in her flesh, while she had healed everything under the flesh was still sore and raw, and she would hardly have enough energy to walk, let alone heal damaged feet or what not, since she had not idea of what he planned on doing with her during or after the long trudge, dragging her along on foot while he got a horse, another mental not on why she should hate him, even though she liked walking she was naked, completely with nothing on her and she knew in the orc pack they would not have shoes or anything of the sort.
 
He noticed that she did not follow his instructions at the bush but went her own way. She did not speak to him. She stay away as far as possible without evoking his wrath. There was no sign she gave that the sun was welcome near her either. She sat in the shade of a tree. It seemed he and the sun were together in this.

It meant she was healing. He could see by the caution as she stepped or turn a certain way that it was not a complete a healing as she needed. He knew drow were sensitive to light in all manners and had planned to protect her from it.

However not following instructs and moving away from him was punishable offense. She knew better. It appears she was feeling better and preparing to fight. He was glad to see the fight in her again. However he was not pleased to see her disobey and dare him to punish her.

Because he was about to in way she could not imagine. He walked with the bowl of food in hand to where she sat. His free hand snapped out to slap across her cheek. Hard enough to know he had meant it to sting but not enough to leave a mark.

"That was for disobeying me. If I give you specific instructions I expect them carried out exactly as they were given." He told her in a calm tone.

He sat down against the tree and pulled her into his lap by her hair daring her to struggle, "It is time to eat."
 
She looked around, trying to avoid looking at him, knowing she had disobeyed his order, but barely, she knew she was too weak to try and break her bonds and if she tried she would fall unconscious, but he clearly did not know or care. She was felling slightly better but she was distancing herself from him to heal herself in a different way, to remove the thoughts of what had been done to her in the past, and remind her that he was not like the other.

That thought was soon driven away from her mind as she felt the slap connect with her, making her collapse to the ground, knowing it was not as hard as he could have, but being in her weakened condition it was enough to make her fall from sitting up. Looking back up at him she brought her hand to her cheek, looking up at him, hurt in her eyes with a glare as well. She bit her tongue to stop herself from defending her actions, knowing it would only get her into more trouble.

His grip on her hair hurt as she struggled slightly, her hand coming up to grasp his own and tried to pry his fingers from her silk hair, “Let go! You don’t need to harm me, I would have sat with you had you said to!” She snapped at him, tears coming to her eyes, feeling so weak at that moment. She sat in his lap where he wanted her, but had he asked she would have come to him without a fight and even be relaxed, but with his hand gripping her hair she could not relax at all or stop herself from shaking with fear, and red mark was on her cheek from where he had slapped her was covered by her own hand, caressing the painful sting as she tried to not lean into him, sitting in his lap, but clearly not comfortable or wanting to be there now.
 
"I gave you instructions this morning and you disobeyed me. What makes you think I'm fool enough to give you more to ignore," He growled. " You wear my kindness thin!"

He released her hair, his arm came around her and pressed her to his chest to cradle her against him.

"Look at you. Your arrogance steals your strength.' He scowls, "Well so be it!"

There was no way he can ready her for what was ahead of her today. He meant to shame her and to quill the worries of those who have been raided by drow driven Orc and Ogres. It was not by her command that raids had occurred. Yet drow were feared. All and any drow were feared.

And any drow even chained was would be attacked viciously if helpless or outnumbered. The fear so great from those that cannot understand that among the drow the difference in individuals is diverse. Some drow are evil and some are not.

This will give the Lord a victory and the people courage to fight and hold what they have against the impending shadow of war. It will give her a breath of peace as they know she cannot do harm. He must also report on the strength of the drow and what he knows of their strategy so keep the Lord from attempting to torture her for information she no longer holds.

It is a dangerous hand he plays. One to give her a measure of safety and his people strength and courage without blood spit this day.

"Open your mouth while I tip the bowl. Eat your fill," He told her handling her gently.
 
“I did not follow those because I was not going to try and escape, I cannot use magic or else I will harm myself, and the power it would take to break the chains would be immense, I would be unable to walk, and unlike the moon the sun hurts, my eyes as well as lightly hurting my flesh. So it would be pointless for me to try, you are just being a brute to me now, you want me as your slave and to obey, but taking hold of my hair and striking me will not gain you that obedience that you seek.” She snapped back at him, “You did not need me to be where you could see me while going to the restroom, you were just flexing your power over me to be cruel.” She muttered, tears swelling up in her eyes, “Arrogance is something for a free woman, and I am not, I know that, yet you continue to degrade, humiliate and hurt me, I have asked for little kindness from you, and when I do ask I am denied, and what steals my strength is being unable to relax around you, frightened I am to be beaten or raped by you if I so much as breath wrong.” She said, so close to sobbing.

When he pulled her close she tensed, flinching against him, “You are so confusing, you hurt me, yell at me, and then pull me close to you,” She muttered, her body leaning against his, against her own will since he was holding her there, “And I know what you plan to do with me, how do you expect me to obey and be yours when you plan to do such horrible things to me? I will never enjoy any acts with you, ever, so long as you humiliate, hurt, and degrade me, my body might, but my soul and mind will hate you for it.” She promised, knowing words were nothing but that, just words, but she already knew what he was going to do to her. She fed from the bowl, remaining silent as she did so and once done she turned her head away from the bowl, “Please, can we leave now, I wish to get this over with as soon as possible so I can get some type of rest, if you will allow me to.” She hissed coldly, her head down, bowing as tears fell onto her legs looking to the limb he had prepared for her.

And in a way trying to comfort herself she leaned into him, burying her face against her hair which flowed over his chest, her body trembling, “I worked so hard to free myself from this, yet you humans have taken it all away again, you think drow are so frightening and cruel, but through drow eyes you are the cruel ones, the ones children fear at night.” She sobbed, leaning into him, “P-Please… I have hardly asked for anything, but I beg that you please, just let me relax and calm myself, here in your arms, please just hold me as though you care for me more than just a slave, more than just a thing for you to use for your pleasure and beat until broken completely and without a soul… Please hold me Master, just for a few moments, please.” She begged in a sob, her tears running down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get comfort, but she had nothing, no one, and so she only had one person she could turn to, the one she hated so dearly right now.
 
He was surprised. The mytthra outer layers of her peeled away. The Mistress far removed to reveal the woman lay against him weeping her misery, clear and understandable. His arms gently folded around her. He rubbed her back as he kissed her forehead to comfort her.

He found himself speaking to her quietly. Explaining everything to her. He was a fool for it. She was drow and not to be trust but the woman that came to him found a place the hate and fear could not reach. She found his soul.

"I am here, take all the time you need," He whispered as he snuggled her to him.

"I do this terrible thing to you because my people kill what they can't explain. I do not want you killed. I am taking you to them under my protection so they will not fear you. So they will see you as another slave. My slave and not to be bothered without feeling the twist of my blade deep in their body."

"My Lord is of the same ilk. It cannot appear to be hiding you from him or he will come for you himself. For now it must be this way so that you live. Once they know you as I do they will not fear you. It will take time. "

"You have more time than I do. So I will die before you and then our children will free you," He whispered. "When you're ready we will go."
 
She may have had the mistress side of her hidden so far away that it was not present, but it would not truly be gone, and there were far worse drow then herself. Feeling him wrap his arms around her and hold her helped greatly. She was not use to being like this, and did not like this part of herself. “Why do you do this to me? And I will bare none of your children until I feel ready to, no natter that you do, my kind can prevent themselves from becoming pregnant, so no matter how much you try I will bare no children until I am calm and allowed to be free, or more free than I am now, I don’t want my children looking at me as a slave, it would bring shame on them and myself.” She replied, knowing he would not like her words, but it was one small choice she still had and there was nothing he could do about it.

What she had stated was wanting to be allowed to act as herself, as both the confident young woman, and his slave, not just a frightened slave girl who would obey like a dog. She wanted to be able to have some freedom, whether it be to wear clothing or walk around without a leash on her collar, even once people began to see her as no threat she would want to be allowed to walk around and explore her new home, not just chained to his bed post waiting like a good little pet for her master. Despite her previous statement she meant it not to hurt him, just stating the way she saw it, “And my own children are to free me from slavery? That is not fair, or right, I would prefer to be free in your eyes at least, before baring children for you.” She muttered, remaining against him. Catching her breath she pulled herself away from him, looking at the ground, “Please… just bind my arms and let me get this over with… so I may forget that I was ever humiliated like this by the one who claims he wants me to have his little ones.” She whispered coldly, her eyes so dead that they were dark purple, not natural for her, but she was depressed and deeply saddened and broken, so it was to be expected that the bright purple sparkling eyes would leave her and show her sorrow.
 
He looked at her in silence for a moment amaze with all that had happened that she would wish to be his equal while wearing his collar. It struck him so oddly he chuckled and pulled her to him. This was a woman to have children and fight with the rest of a man's life.

He kissed her as though the world had stopped and they had gotten off to their own quiet place. He kissed her to reassure her that this was their ordeal and he would be there to protect her as he had since she put him in her collar. He kissed her with everything he could give her before her tummy got in their way and she wished to sleep against him rather than lay with him. He kissed her because she could do this alone and he could not live any longer with out her. But he did not tell her, he thought she should have already known.

"Good," He said breaking the kiss and lifting her off his lap.

A moment later and the blanket had a hole for her head and he held it out for her to wear like a poncho.

"Once you've put it on then I'll chain your arms." He explained. "We'll keep to the grass where it will be softer on your feet. So put it on and we can go."
 
Feeling his arms around her she leaned in, catching her breath from her crying, laying against him. She was surprised that he had not gotten angry about her words and what she had said. “Good? That’s all?...” She asked, her tone showing her confusion seconds before he kissed her. She was a little off her guard and was unsure of what to do, for a moment she did nothing, trying to register what was happening, but once it did she gave a soft kiss back, enough to satisfy, but also enough to show it was not with as much feeling as it could have been.

“Tell me, even though I know I have no choice about it, if I were to bare your children… would you free me, not infront of everyone else, but just between you and I, I would not want to be like master and slave around my children… It is not the norm for this to happen, I would rather they look for someone who makes them happy, and not think enslaving a man or woman is what you should do… If that makes any sense… I was just hoping that maybe in the confines of your own home, if I adjust… would you allow that, to wear your collar in public or in front of guests, but not family…” She asked, sounding nervous, but also giving a hint that she would try to work things out to not only keep herself from getting punished, but to possibly get to know him and give him what he wanted, children and herself, but she would not give him everything without something in return, for her to be equal in his and her own children’s eyes.

Standing up she put the blanket on and sighed, not saying anything to what he had said, knowing this would drag her down greatly and she might as well get ready for it now instead of later. Sighing she kept her head down while waiting for him to chain her arms.
 
He came then with the limb and the chain. Securing her so that the limb rested against her shoulder and across the back of her neck as though she were a scare crow or worse fixed to a cross. But he had neither in mind. Although the limb was stout and strong it was light of weigh. Easy for her or a child to carry but hard for even he to bend or snap.

And he secured her wrists to the ends of that limb and protected her body with the blanket. When she was prepared he took the pack and placed it over his own shoulder.

"Wait here," He moved to the fire and drowned it out then collected the horse before returning to her.

He took her leash in his hand, "I'll give you my answer tonight."

With that he mounted and turn to give her a nod. "Come."

He kicked the mount beneath him to move forward slowly thru the grass. Tall on the mount he did not dare tell her how he felt. She had only begun to warm to him. There was this before them and nothing she could see ahead but the chains at the foot of his bed.

One obstacle at a time. Children had their own hindrances and he would turn his attention to that once he brought her home.

How could she believe that he would work the land and the animals side by side with her even as he prepared her for this ordeal. Better it was something she earned rather than something he gave her.

For now they must be off he would not risk her in her weakened state for long. They must make home.
 
Once she saw the limb a grim look crossed her face, making her go a little pale, but she looked to him a little confused, wondering why do this to her now, make her walk all the way there when she could simply ride with him without these things and make it there sooner, but she did not say anything as her arms were tied to the limb, lowering her head a little so it would rest comfortably against her neck, finding it a little difficult to stand straight with the limb on her neck.

She said nothing to him, too upset with this treatment to say anything that would be kind, she just wanted it over with so she could rest her feet, knowing that even going through the grass she would get blistered and even get goat heads in them, a very unfortunate thing of being in this position.

When he spoke to her telling her he would tell her later she shook her head, “Than never mind my question, I don’t want to know later since I will not be in a good mood or in any mood to do much of anything.” She said coldly, and he knew that. He would be on the horse and using no energy, while she would have to walk the entire way.

She began to walk at a regular pace, trying not to strain herself by walking too fast since she had a long way to go and wanted to be careful not to damage her feet, knowing his answer later might be what she wanted to hear, but it would not be the same as if he told her now, she would not care later and see it as an attempt to calm her once this horrible ordeal was over, and he could easily use it in hopes to see her somewhat more calm later. But she had wanted an answer before they go there, something for her to trust him and ignore the others that would be around her, and a mental note that maybe she could get use to him and be his if he could be kind.

Her mind was still full of past experiences as well as recent ones, so the entire walk she kept her eyes to the ground, thinking things over, not speaking at all, the sun beating down on her hair, head and face made her uncomfortable, but she tried to ignore it and not let it get to her too much.
 
He rode. The horse picking the easiest and gentlest path. His job simple to keep them headed in the right directions. It was not long before he knew they were being watched. Around a curve and he saw a young blonde head duck behind a scrub.

It had already begun. He gave a glance back but her head was down. Let her think what she might. She had to learn to trust him. He found it amazing that she forgot where she was and where she was not because of him.

The morning wore on. Now bravely. Two's and threes came to see for themselves. They spoke his name and waved. Their questions in fear.

"I will see the Lord." He kept telling them as they asked if she was to be burnt at the pole or taken to be tortured.

"I claim her," He told them as they began to collect in greater numbers.

The road was winding but would straighten out soon. Several venders were now selling lucky rock necklaces to ward off Drow Magic and such. The Lord's Keep clearly visible to the right as the road curved.

She would not need to be told. She had traveled this way once before.
 
She ignored everyone around her and everything going on, hearing things around her, wanting to tell the people staring to leave her alone and to stop staring and asking such stupid questions, since a drow would not allow themselves to be caught for torture, they would bite off their own tongues and bleed to death before that, so clearly something else would happen to her.

Of course she was furious on the inside, her deep hate for the humans coursing through her as she walked, feeling horrible about what he was doing and yet she bit her lip, keeping herself from saying something to the small group of people that spoke to him. She ignored them all as thought they were not there, paying them no mind.

As they came to the road that lead up to the keep she became tense, not wanting to go back to that place, remembering the past as she walked, her head beginning to give her a migraine as she walked, remembering the first time she had been dragged through the streets like this toward the keep, and with that memory she felt tear begin to swell up in her eyes, moving closer to Adan fearfully, hating this place, these cruel and ignorant people, everything about this place. She saw the rock necklaces the man was selling and merely rolled her eyes, they were mere rocks, nothing more and nothing that could do anything about her magic, “You really should not let him cheat people out of there money, there is nothing special about those rocks.” She whispered to Adan, knowing only he and she could hear.

But soon her eyes fell on an old woman, who was looking at her, but unlike the others she was not looking at her in hate, but pity and sorrow, she hade known Ariia when she was a slave before this man had caught her, and was even one of the ones that had tortured her long ago, but the look on her face sad she had regretted everything and even looked to Adan, almost in disgust for bringing the poor creature back here like this. She merely gave the drow a look, telling her she was so sorry for what was done to her in the past and could only imagine how the girl must have felt right now. Ariia merely dropped her gaze from the woman and continued on, not sure if she could accept an apology from her, or anyone.

Up ahead a few young noble girls stood around in a tight circle, whispering, giggling and such until they turned to she the woman, and each one decided to insult her in some way, whether it be her not being clothed, to her hair being a mess, her skin being dirty, and one even went so far as to say ‘I don’t see why they would call her a black diamond, she does not even look that beautiful.’ One said with a slight sneer, smirking slightly as she looked from the drow to Adan, clearly having had an interest in him for some time, and clearly not understanding why he would have not just killed her, let alone keep her with him, she had no doubt been one to want to wed him, but was turned down or something along those lines.
 
There were those that looked on with fear. Some with loath and morbid curiosity. Those that came like vultures and hyenas after the kill or circling around waiting until the right moment. But the worse were at the back of the mob, where the instigators always were.

The voices of hate from the crowd that heated the timid and sheepish gathered in clumps for protection. Agitating and arming those willing to be mindless unthinking attackers of unarmed helpless victims.

Shark pooling the pond of the waiting. Circling enough to disturb the flow of commerce at the market. Snapping at the heels of watchers enough to send them to the street with shouts of murderous intent.

It was that crowd with sharp pike weapons that had been every day garden tools that swarmed around the center of the village. The path that travelers would take to seek out the Lord at the Keep. Now there were torches in hand. A wood pile building at the stone pillar with the one ring at the top. Murmurs and mumblings among those gathered ready for a burning.

He walked beside her with the horse on his shield side. There was no plan for this but it was before them. He saw it before they started to move towards them and turned to her.

"You are mine," He told her as he released her hands from the limb. "Hold this as though you meant to use it. Do nothing unless I tell you. Save your strength should you need it. For now stand a step behind me, and be ready."

He turned to face them. The horse a shield between her and the crowd. The axe in his hands.

"We keep walking. Stay close." He warned.
 
By this time when people were starting to gather her muscles tense, and she knew this was not good, watching everyone’s movements, being sure to make sure none got too close to her. She watched as more and more gathered, glaring at them, not doing anything more than looking, not about to intimidate a mob, but she knew if she was going to die she would take them all with her, using what last magic she could to kill each one of them with her and anyone within a mile radius or so, but that was taking it to and extreme if she had no other choice.

Looking at the weapons she wished to get hold of one and make them see what it felt like to be on the other end of it, but she remained silent, and calm despite her dark thoughts about these monsters who gathered to hurt her.

Looking at the wood pile she grew tense, her hand balling into fists, little by little she was remembering fighting and such that would aid her in defending herself, in such a situation she would no doubt protect her slave side by allowing what had been driven away to resurface, a bad thing for Adan if she managed to do so. But she was far from her regular self, more thinking about self preservation than anything.

Hearing him she was a little surprised but she had no choice, nodding her head as she stayed close to him, her hand gripping the limb tightly, readying herself just in case. She watched Adan as he moved, continuing on, hoping they would make it there without getting into it with anyone.
 
Adan walked with her behind and to his right. Shielded on the right by the horse, and the left and all but her back by him. She was his to protect. He felt strong today. Ready. If there were those that chose foolish over cautious. Bring it.

There was a stirring in the crowd as they past the pole with the pile of wood. A stirring as though a wind had moved heads in the crowd on Adan's right to the side where the horse hid their movement.

He marked it well as they moved on. The crowd giving themselves away. Their intent yet unclear. There was still time to stop the forward motion of that anger. He looked into the eyes of those gathered. Hate and fear for an enemy unmistakable. They focused on her not seeing the female slave but one of their blood enemy, a drow.

He knew she was there behind him, eyes averted but cautious. Limb in hands ready for combat, small, deliciously curved her body oriented towards the center of the street, walked Ariia, his drow slave.

He spoke over his shoulder to her, his voice calm and soft. "Keep walking but remove the blanket quickly. Hide nothing. Reveal your nipple rings so they see you are my slave."
 
Watching them she walked on, knowing that they were a little too nervous to attack at this moment, but the moment she heard Adan she looked at him with a frown, shaking her head, “Please… Don’t make me do that, you know more than those are pierced.” She whispered to him, hoping he would reconsider. But she knew he would not, and it was either she humiliate herself by doing this, or risk being hurt by these people, even death.

Sighing softly she did as he said, her eyes filling with hot tears as she took hold of the blanket and lift it off her bare body. Her one hand holding onto the limb while her other hid her lower rings in her womanhood lips. She felt tears running down her cheeks as people looked at her, seeing the rings in her flesh. Some stopping what they were doing and had cruel smirks on their lips. The looks they now gave her made her nervous, not liking the look in their eyes.

She looked to Adan, obviously hurt by his order, and very upset, having hoped to get through this without being humiliated by his people, but humans were cruel, sadistic creatures that liked to see things like this. She could not believe that they called her and her kind monsters, when they were the ones being brutal and hurting others, planning on burning her when her own kind would not do anything like this without direct orders to do so.
 
She was beautiful. Her body flushed in shame and humiliation. Trying to conceal herself did more to relax the mob than if he had taken her in the street before them. Yes, they jeered. Yes they said disgusting things as she tried to conceal her rings which made her nipples stand out more. The soft rattle of her chains added to her grace. Her eyes in sorrow. It was clear she was suffering more at this moment than anything they could do to her physically.

But he did not miss the slight prick of the mount's ears. A feeling. Battle sense. A skill picked up if one survived enough fights. Several. Trying to slip past on the right behind the mount to come to her back. He could feel them hesitate waiting for the right moment when he might looked away distracted.

Adan's voice deep and directed at her, but his eyes to the mount with a side way's glance.

"When I say duck drop to the ground."
 
She could feel the eyes on her, and her own streamed tears, all of them hitting the ground as she walked, knowing they saw her piercings, so ashamed of them let alone them seeing her like this, unsure of what to feel other than she was already was, or how to cope with these feeling of fear, humility, degrading, and even heard some of the others pointing things out on her, her body trembling slightly as she continued on.

Hearing the people she really did not care, suspecting they were either going to try and hurt her, or get a closer look at her piercings, but there was no doubt that everyone except children saw her like this, some more civil people looking away, slightly ashamed of their own kind doing this, while others looked her over, no doubt imagining things to do to her if she were theirs. This was the world she hated, and for good reason, hence why she had run away and managed to get free in the first place, now she was here again, to be a fuck toy for him until she was pregnant and her children could free her, and even though she would outlive him, she was still sad, she would waste her years away, forced to stay as his till she could be freed, her hopes crushed, knowing he would never let her go.

Listening she looked up at him, sadness in her eyes, but she nodded, “Yes Master...” She muttered having difficulty saying the last word, not in the mood to bother saying it with honest feeling, or even much respect after loosing it for him when he told her to uncover herself for them to see.
 
The feeling had slipped away briefly. The horse throwing his head, snorting. He weighed the axe in his grip. Adjusting it and grit his teeth against the wait.

Maybe the four had changed their minds. The motivation gone once seeing her so unveiled and in tears. So truly a slave and not a measure of conniving evil about her. Striped and raw, so helpless. Surely they could see that now. How he had her displayed for them that they might look upon her as thought she were on the auction block.

He kicked a clod of dirt. Testing for solid ground as they moved slowly. The crowd almost pressing in except for the horse and his axe. A place to pivot and lunge. The danger was gone of course. The crowd growing quiet. Their eyes not stopping to focus but seemed to be trying to look else where.
It was hard to know what they were doing. Individuals were easy. An army easy. But a mob had it's own focus and not for his purpose. They were a formed beast. No mercy. No quarter. He would be glad to get her to the Keep. They were close. A few yards. The crowd growing quiet, almost still.

He could hear his own footstep. The light pat of hers almost behind him. The unshod steps of the horse at his right side.

They are gone, he thought. They have moved off to blend into the crowd.

They would be mixing among the rest. He would be unable to find their faces later in the crowd. The walls of the keep looming as he heard the echo of his own in the padding of several soled feet scuffling behind him.

"DUCK!" He roared and leaped past her. Almost thru her. His feet in the jump missing her by inches.
 
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