Vixen_Mistress
Supernova
- Joined
- Nov 21, 2009
- Location
- Arizona
Silva had known that her master was angry with her for not giving him what he wanted, but she had never thought that she would be sold to one of the arena trainers. She was hoping to go back to her old master, knowing that this trainer had planned on making her the prize for the fighter who won the next match, but she was not happy about it, some thick heated brute fighter taking her for her first time. She had heard from others to be courteous and obey and it would not hurt that much, but Silva was not the type to not test a male to see if he could handle her, but she worried that she would be hurt and was beginning to toss around the idea of being a good little pet and just rolling over and obeying like the slave she was suppose to be. She nearly laughed at the thought as she sat on the bed, having very little choice in the matter, her new master had dragged her to the room by her long silver hair and attached her collar to the chain that was bolted into the headboard of the bed, keeping her from being able to leave the room, but she could move a little and that was something, atleast she could get to the bathroom off to the side, and off of the bed if she felt like it.
Silva was a drow, and her kind were rare, it had just recently become legal to buy and sell her kind, and so many seemed to want a woman like her, so exotic, dark skin with almost a purple tint, silver hair, full silky lips, and bright lavender eyes, that had made her very expensive since most her kind had red eyes or the bright blue. She stood only about five foot five, average for a woman of her age and breed, her body was slender, but she had beautiful curves in the right places, a D cup bust, very large for her kind since they were never very large and a firm ass as well as well rounded hips, clearly she was built for breeding. She wore what looked like a small bit of a top and bottoms, all held together by ribbons (The outfit in her pic), the entire outfit white, and skimpy. Around her ankles and wrists were cuffs, with hoops for attaching a chain if needed, and they of course matched her silver collar.
She sat on the bed leaning her head on her arm, her long silky hair flowing over her body a little as she lay there on her side, hearing the roar of the crowds, knowing the fight was over and the victor would be coming to this room for her, her heart began beating hard in her chest a she sat up nervously and waited to see who would talk through the door, wondering who he was and what he was. Her pointed ears listened for foot steps, knowing she would hear him before he got there so she would have some warning. Her new master had given her orders to please whomever it was and without a fight, or much of one or she would be punished, and she did not want him to hurt her, she was not too fond of the whip.
Silva was a drow, and her kind were rare, it had just recently become legal to buy and sell her kind, and so many seemed to want a woman like her, so exotic, dark skin with almost a purple tint, silver hair, full silky lips, and bright lavender eyes, that had made her very expensive since most her kind had red eyes or the bright blue. She stood only about five foot five, average for a woman of her age and breed, her body was slender, but she had beautiful curves in the right places, a D cup bust, very large for her kind since they were never very large and a firm ass as well as well rounded hips, clearly she was built for breeding. She wore what looked like a small bit of a top and bottoms, all held together by ribbons (The outfit in her pic), the entire outfit white, and skimpy. Around her ankles and wrists were cuffs, with hoops for attaching a chain if needed, and they of course matched her silver collar.
She sat on the bed leaning her head on her arm, her long silky hair flowing over her body a little as she lay there on her side, hearing the roar of the crowds, knowing the fight was over and the victor would be coming to this room for her, her heart began beating hard in her chest a she sat up nervously and waited to see who would talk through the door, wondering who he was and what he was. Her pointed ears listened for foot steps, knowing she would hear him before he got there so she would have some warning. Her new master had given her orders to please whomever it was and without a fight, or much of one or she would be punished, and she did not want him to hurt her, she was not too fond of the whip.