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Merging Gift (thend krieg x Fierce)

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Mademoiselle Fierce

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Red eyes looked around frantically. She held them in her arms as she hid, crouching down low, trying to keep them from whimpering. They were so young, so young, only three years old. Where were they? Ana lightly kissed their foreheads, not wanting them to be too scared. Horses could be heard thundering by. She crouched lower, holding the kits closer to her body. Once she thought they were in the clear, she slowly peaked out but when she heard a scream from close by, it sounded like her mother and her eyes widened. Her twin brother came running by, quickly grabbing her and one of the twins. As they ran, they held hands, running as quickly as they could. Foreign men were after them, trying to capture many young from their small town. Her heart was pounding out of her chest as she ran, clutching baby Marishka close while her brother held onto Sebastian.

Someone appeared in front of them and soon they were surrounded. Ana stood close to her borther, still gripping his hand tightly. The men got off their horses and approached, guns pointed directly at them. Her sister was taken from her before she was hit hard enough to knock her to the ground. The same happened to her brother and that was the last time she saw her family.


She vaguely remembered being on a ship, below the decks on little food and water. What felt likes weeks was only two days and soon she was on land again. A black bag was put over her head and she was tossed roughly over someone's shoulder, shivering in the cold winter wind. The man was stock and she could hear his heavy footsteps on the ground. Ana was soon put on the ground and the bag was taken off her head, her arms still tied behind her back. In front of her stood a big, fat man. He wore a suit and looked like he was rich. Ana watched as he motioned the man who had brought her in, over to him and whispered something in his ear. Soon, she was over the mans shoulder again, but not black bagged. She was taken to a room, brought a meal and instructed to eat, bathe and eat. Ana was then left alone, locked in the room. Licking her lips, she looked towards the meal, smelling fish. It filled her nostrils and she ran towards it, hungrily devouring the meal before walking towards the shower in the corner of the room. Licking the left over fish from her mouth, she took off her clothes and got in the shower, closing the curtain.

When she got out, she noticed that the plate had been taken out of the room and what was left was a white circular thing on a tiny plate and clothing. Taking the white thing, she sniffed it and then put it in her mouth. It tasted much like a plant near her home, a plant she loved and she sucked on it until it dissolved. As she dropped the towel from around her body, red tribal markings could be seen on her arms and back, as well as her hands. It was a sign of coming of age in her town.. Once the clothes had been put on, stockings and all, she laid on the bed, exhausted and went to sleep. While she slept, someone came in and injected her with a green serum which would cause her to sleep for more than six hours. That was long enough to send her over to the company that was being merged with this one.

She was in a box, lying on her back, her legs folded up, resting on her stomach lightly. Ana was out cold, sleeping soundly as she was delivered into a lavish room. On the lid of the box was the name of the owner and also a few tiny air holes so that she wouldn't suffocate. It was nighttime and big snow flakes were falling, winter was in full swing.
 
He sat at the head of a long table; six chairs stretching down either side, almost all were filled. The committee of his company on one side and the other business sat on the opposite side. He never knew a poor life, his company having been handed down to him by his father. He owned and operated the largest overseas slave trade company know. Now a smaller company was being bought out by him. However, due to the large profits in the underground slave trade business, primarily due to the “exotic” pets the business would now have due to the merging, all of the members were not only being allowed to keep there jobs but also being given better benefits and even bonuses.

As the contract was passed around all of the members signed it. When it finally arrived at Jason he looked up and smiled “I’m glad everything has gone so well. This is really exciting to be adding so many to the work force.” He signed the last line and sent it off to have copies made for everyone in the room.

After the meeting everyone was standing around the break room enjoying coffee when the former owner of the smaller company approached. “Excuse me Mr. Valen. Could I have a word with you?” The short and very much obese man smiled, “In private that is.”

Jason looked at the man and smiled, “Oh please We are all friends just call me Jason.” The man smiled slightly. “Here we can speak in my office.” Jason Headed down the hall and shut the door lowering the blinds, “Now what is it you needed?”

“Well you see the directors and I were talking and we noticed you take no slave of our own. After all you’re doing for us in the merge we figured we should give you a sample of your new products. She is new and you will be the only master she has ever know. Consider her the newest of the new.” He smiled as he backed slowly. “She will be at your home when you arrive and probably still out from the drugs But she is all yours.

“Jason smiled “Well this is very generous of you. Thank you very much.” He shook the man’s hand and sat in his office. He clocked out a little early leaving to head home. When he arrived he saw the crate sitting just inside the door. He closed it quickly before the cold outside air could chill the room. He removed his trench coat, the floor now powdered in snow, and his business jacket and hung them in the closet. He removed his tie and hung it on the door handle untucking his blue shirt and unbuttoning the top button before unlatching the top and lifting the lid.

He saw the girl with red markings all over her body and curled into a ball. He undid another latch and opened the front. He had warned her she was fresh, which meant no proper training. He pulled her out quickly carrying her to his nearby chair. He set her in it and fetched some rope tying her hands to the arms and her feet to the legs. He took an obedience collar and locked it tight around her neck and activated it holding the remote. He took a seat waiting for the drugs to wear off and for her to awaken.
 
She didn't wake for another hour. It was a slow process, the drugs she'd been given was a large dose for her small frame. Her head lifted slightly and her eyes opened the slightest bit. The lighting seemed to want to blind her even though she couldn't see due to the grogginess of injection. She went to cover her eyes with her hands and found that she couldn't move them. Ana's eyes opened fully now and looked down, struggling against the ropes that bound her, whimpering softly. Her eyes caught sight of another body in the room and she quickly looked at him. "libére-moi!" She pleaded with him, her eyes fearful. Ana attempted to get her hands out from the ropes, struggling as best she could, fearful of the situation she was in.


(French for release me)
 
He smiled when she finally awoke. Seeing her struggle he went over to her and tried to hold her hands a little tighter to keep her from struggling. However when she spoke he was slightly surprised. He made sure the bindings were secure enough that she would not be able to squirm out of them. He went over to his table and grabbed a glass with some water and a straw and held the straw to her lips. "Can you understand English?" He spoke a little slow just in case she could but it was weak. He was not prepared for this at all. He looked over her body analyzing the red markings with curiosity. That would have to be included in the questioning while she was still bound. He was not sure how exotic these pets got so he needed to prepare himself. After she stopped drinking he returned th cup to the table and pulled a chair up in front of her taking a seat awaiting her answer.
 
Ana whimpered when he only seemed to make the ropes tighter on her wrists. As she struggled, the shoulder of her shirt slid down more and more. The ropes, they burned her skin and she would only whimper more, hanging her head as she stopped struggling momentarily. She was so scared... What was going on here?! His footsteps walked away and then towards her again. When he returned, he was carrying a cup with something strange in it and water. He spoke to her, it was the language of her ancestors. As a young child, everyone in her town had been taught but most had forgotten it by now, opting only to speak le francais. Ana was cautious of the drink, sniffing it and staring at the straw, trying to figure out what it was for. When he wasn't lowering the drink to her mouth, she put the straw in her mouth and gave it a timid suck. She sucked as much as she could, obviously thirsty.

He sat in front of her now and she stared at him for a moment or so, biting her bottom lip, deciding whether or not to speak to him. The female looked around, blinking at her unfamiliar surroundings. Her crimson eyes landed on him and she stared before looking down, hanging her head. She would have to comply in order to find out where she was and why. Shyly, she brought her head up to look at him and spoke softly, "Yeaus."
 
The room was rather small, for such a large home at least. It had a large fire place and a table in the middle with a pitcher of water and the glass she had drank from. Surrounding it was a set of eight chairs, one one either end and two running down either side. There was one door that was shut behind Jason. The other was to her left and was open but all that could be seen was a wall on the other side of the hall. The room had one window almost directly to her right. Since she had been out so long it was dusk now as the sun set. There was a large open field eventually ending in a forest. Above the fire place was a large painting of Jason in a business suit.

He watched as she took her time observing the drink. He could not tell if she was confused by the straw or just cautious, either way it really didn't effect him. When she spoke he clearly heard her accent. This was going to be interesting. He pulled the chair a little closer to her. "Good I was afraid for a moment." He laughed lightly. "Now This can be easy or it can be hard. I'll start off slow. My name is Jason Valen, owner and operator of a trade business." He was going to leave the slave part out until after he had acquired information from her. "You are being held here for many reasons which will be explained to you if you cooperate." He tapped the collar and quickly moved his hand back to show her it was there and held up the controller. "This is a powerful shock collar, you don't cooperate and you will receive a painful shock. Now why don't you tell me your story. Your name and where your from. While your at it you can explain these elaborate tattoos."

(Could you explain her outfit. All I know is some shirt and stockings.)
 
Ana's eyes stared at him and when his hand came closer to her, she jerked backwards in fear, pupils becoming large as he touched the collar around her neck. She could only understand most of the words coming out of her mouth but she could figure out the rest on her own. Ana didn't understand why he had her tied up and she didn't understand why he would give her a painful shock. "Ana" She paused, trying to find the right words. Ana looked down at her outfit. A white, slightly puffy ruffled shirt that showed most of her body and black short shorts paired with stockings.

"Live....country in France...stolen from family.....tattoos....status.." The rest of her words had been in her native language, most likely unidentifiable by this man.
 
He native tongue was going to make this a little difficult but at least she had a rough understanding of the language. When he heard the tattoos represent statues he was more intrigued. "Status, and what exactly do your tattoos mean?" Tattooing had to be for higher ups. Maybe he had a true gem here. He smiled to himself. Being stolen form her family did not surprise him, thats how most slaves are acquired in his business so why would it be different for theirs. He looked over her body paying a bit more attention now absorbing all the skin that was displayed for him. He fought back the urge to lick his lips and let his hands roam over her. He needed her calm for now while he gathered information.
 
She frowned, feeling helpless and as though he didn't intend on releasing her. "Daoughter....leader...." She was royalty in her town, the daughter of the leader, basically their princess and protected jewel. Her brother and her had been betrothed for marriage. They would have taken over when her parents stepped down from leadership. They had been destined to be great if not greater than their parents in their ruling, so legend stated. But of course Jason would not know this. Were he to find out her last name, he would find that her lineage could be traced thousands of years back and rare pictures of her and her family could indeed be found through the internet.

"Pleease..." She was struggling against her binds now, the ropes burning against her wrists and ankles.
 
He smiled as he pleading began. "Well I suppose that is all of the information I need for now." The thought of pressing for a last name had not occurred to him at this point. After all once he was through She would not even have a name. He smiled as he grabbed her hands holding them still, "Quit struggling or I will have to shock you." He released her hands hold up the controller making clear what he had just said. "Well I suppose its time for you to know what happened." He smiled since he could only assume about her family but would make up the story for now. "You land was invaded, you were among the many captured and sold into slavery. You say you were in France? Well you are a very long way from there now. I can only assume the rest of your family was either sold into slavery as well or executed. I now own you as my slave."

He rose stepping behind her letting his hands sit on her shoulders and grip gently. "I hope you will make this transition easily if not," He paused and grabbed a handful of her hair slowly forcing her to look back at him, "It will be a long painful ordeal for you." He released her hair and stepped back in front of her, "Well what do you think? Will you obey me like a good girl?" He gave a crooked smile and a wink, "Or will I need to get started training you?"
 
She whimpered when he grabbed her, frowning as she was showing the controller. Ana didn't understand why this was happening. Why had he invaded such a peaceful race and taken them hostage. She whimpered again, trembling slightly with fear at the thought of her family executed. The young neko hung her head, tears beginning to fall. When her touched her shoulders, she tensed. He grabbed her hair and made her look at him. Her slightly ajar mouth showed her fangs, sharp as anything and very lethal. The man spoke but she wasn't paying attention as he released her hair and stood in front of her. What was she going to do? She had no idea where she was....
 
He sighed as he pressed a button on the collar delivering only half the strength that the collar normally would deliver. it would not cause but a slight physical pain but just enough to bring her to attention. "I asked you a question. Are you going to obey me willingly or will I have to give you the full dose." he had seen those fangs, those would easily pose a problem. he had never used the collars paralyzing shot as he was afraid it would cause too much damage however he would rather her life then his. He walked back over to her grabbing her hair and forcing her to look at him. "Now answer me, obey or not?"
 
She was shocked and she began struggling furiously now. Ana wanted the collar off and she wanted it off now. Her breathing was elevated and she was just barely visibly trembling. She wasn't a female used to pain, not one bit of it. All her life she had been treated with the utmost respect and high standard, now this man tied her up and caused her pain. He grabbed her hair again and forced her crimson eyes to look at him, the force with which he held her hair was slightly painful and she whimpered, offering him a small nod through teary eyes.
 
He kept a tight grip on her hair pulling a little father just to keep the pain fresh on her mind. "I can't hear you. Now say the word obey or will not obey." He knew she would say obey weather she actually planned to of not. He hoped to scare her enough she actually would obey but he was not going to take any chances. He tugged her hair back now until she was staring straight at the ceiling, craning her neck almost painfully now.
 
She was taking short, quick breaths now. Ana closed her eyes tightly, her neck hurt, her wrists hurt, her back hurt, it was as though every inch of her body hurt. "Oh bay..." She said softly, visibly trembling now as her sharp finger nails attempted to cut at the ropes that bound her wrists. It was desperate but she was failing.
 
He smiled as he released her hair, "Thats a good girl." He smiled as he took a few steps back sliding the controller into his pocket. He looked over and saw her desperate attempt at cutting the ropes and delivered another half shock to the collar while his hand was in his pocket, "Now now don't mess with those." He smiled as he watched her pondering how he should start. He figured as soon as he released a hand she would slash for his face and cut herself free, obviously ending badly. He walked out of the open door returning moments later with two sets of cuffs, except instead of having a chain between them they were directly stuck together. "Now I'm going to untie you. Stay perfectly still while I do." He knelt down and began untying the first leg and if she cooperated he would begin on the second.
 
She yelped as she was shocked again, slumping against the chair in slight defeat. She had to get this thing off her neck, it was her only hope! Her hair hung over her face as her head bowed and had it not been for her breathing, she might have looked dead. She could hear his footsteps grow fainter before she felt his presence kneeling in front of her. Ana stared at him through her hair, not even bothering to move. She was fearful of him, of the shocks this collar gave, of what would happen to her now. The female was hungry now and bit her bottom lip as her stomach growled.
 
He smiled as he felt her submissiveness kick in. He quickly undid both of her legs just to cuff them back together at the ankles. Now came the fun part. He would not be able to predict if she would lash at him once he undid her hand. however even if she cut her bindings with her ankles restrained she would just fall. He anticipated a swipe so that he would be ready to doge just to be safe as he slowly undid the bindings on her hand. "Now when I finish you will stand and put your hands behind your back. I will cuff them." He heard her stomach growl. "Behave and i will take you to go get some food. understood?"
 
The position of her legs wasn't any better than it had been before and she figured that these cuffs would hurt more than the ropes. They looked as if they would cut right into her skin if she wasn't careful enough. Right now she had no intentions of attempting escape. She couldn't see how she would be able to manage it anyway, with her legs bound the way they were, she would not be able to run anywhere. She didn't know where she would run either... As he untied her wrists, he would be able to see that her nails were like a double sided blade and long. They would have to be cut for protection purposes. Her crimson markings snaked all over her back and made different forms, or did it. Ana didn't struggle, simply sitting there and waiting to be fed...
 
He helped her to stand up after he finished untying her. He pulled her arms behind her back and used an identical pair of cuffs to lock her wrists together. "Now obviously you cant walk like this so I am going to carry you to your room so don't freak when I pick you up." He reached down and gently scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the room and up a set of stairs and set her in a chair in a table. He undid The cuffs on her hands. "Now I am going to go get your food." He left and while he was gone he grabbed some nail clippers. Those nails needed to be handled now. He grabbed a plate of fish that he had ordered while she was unconscious and took it up setting it on the table. "When your done set your hands on the arms of the chairs."
 
She could barely stand with her ankles tied like this, let alone stand. Now her wrists were bound together as well. When he picked her up, her body tensed and shook just slightly but she soon calmed down at the smell of fish nearby. She was sat down in a chair and her cuffs undone. Ana took the opportunity to rubs her wrists, they were red and raw from her struggles and she winced at the pain she felt. When the fish was set on the table, the aroma filled her nose and she closed her eyes, opening her mouth just slightly to taste and smell it. She was checking for any poison, not trusting this man enough to simply dive in. Once she was certain though, she quickly began eating, the fish gone within a minute or two. Ana closed her eyes for a moment, satisfied but then frowned, remembering where she was exactly. Peering over at him, she placed her hands on the arm rests and stared at him, wondering what he had planned.
 
He smiled as she was cautious about eating the food. She was going to be interesting. When she set her arms down he smiled. she had no sense of technology and that would be what saved him. As soon as her hands were placed on the arms he spoke loud and swift, "Restrain!" As he spoke cuffs shot over her writs and tightened down holding them firmly in place. He walked over to her once more. "Now I apologize for this, as I am sure it will hurt." He grabbed one of her fingers and pulled out the nail clippers lining it up and clamped down to take off the first nail.
 
She didn't know what was going on, why he was doing this to her. She'd done what he said, yet she couldn't move her arms. He came towards her and she looked at him fearfully. "Pleeas..." She whimpered softly. He grabbed a finger and then put something metallic to it. Her eyes stared down at it, not understanding what was going on. As soon as the clippers clamped down, she began screaming, her body thrusting madly as the pain flowed from her finger tips through the rest of her body. Almost instantly blood began flowing from what was left of the fingernail as the female thrashed, attempting to rid herself of this chair and it's restraints. Her eyes were wild, filled with fear and pain as she attempted to get away from him. While her screaming had stopped, her whimpering and trembling began as she tried to desperately pull her hand out of its restraint. At this rate, she would pull her arm out of her socket.
 
He grabbed her shoulders trying to restrain her. This was going to be a bit tougher than he had thought. He needed to top her thrashing but could not let go of her. He only knew one thing to do. He ran to his bathroom and grabbed a rag and dumped some chloroform into it and quickly ran back. "I am sorry." He spoke quickly using one hand to hold her still while the other clamped the rag down tightly over her nose and mouth. It would knock her out long enough to finish his job, at least he hoped. he did not realize it would cause that much pain. He held the cloth secure until she had finished squirming.
 
Her heart was beating madly in her chest and while the bleeding had slowed down, it as still dripping from the arm rest and onto the floor. Her eyes stared at him, petrified. She had been good, she had done what he'd said, why was he torturing her. The man left but returned later with something that didn't smell nice. Heightened senses told her it was dangerous and she kept trying to get out of her seat, thrashing in hopes of escape. It was useless though, soon enough he had the rag over her nose and mouth and she had no choice but to inhale the toxins. Ana coughed and gagged and struggled but it was no use within seconds, she was slumped against the chair.
 
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