The Path to Decay

[Ishu]

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She grunted as the pulled on the chains, forcing her to walk forward along the path. The men had locked her up in a medieval public humiliation device, keeping her neck and wrists next to each other. They also put a metal collar around her neck and metal wrist cuffs, attaching chains to them and using them to direct her bodies movement. There were many men originally, but their numbers had dwindled over the past week or so. Normally the slave trader had about twelve men, but now he was down to five.

The man in the front snarled as he yammered to himself, working with an abacus and glaring at the beads. Sure, he lost most of his crew and he would make more money in the long run- but only if someone actually bought the bitch. She had been one hell of a catch- they had to make the trip exclusive otherwise they would have lost even more money.

Her nostrils flared as one of the men jerked harder on the chains and she dug her heels into the ground, glaring over at them as a warning. They slowed down and she started forward again, keeping her eyes on them. She had mud and dirt all over her body, even on her face from the few times they'd pulled so hard on the chains that she fell down during their struggles. But her blue eyes were piercing and noticeable despite the obvious poverty and degradation. Her black hair was left down, knotted and messy from the abusive traveling conditions. They'd thrown a potato sack-looking piece of material over her body just to keep her covered up.

The woman, standing at about 5'7" with wide hips, a wonderful D bust and pale white skin, blew her bangs out of her face as they began to near the city. Their leader sent one of his men ahead to prepare a cage for her arrival. They wouldn't be able to let her near people- otherwise she would escape.​

 

[Mr.]

"Ah," Rubo quietly mused, "I've needed this."

He dressed in his finest garb, making sure that each seam and ruffle interlocked perfectly before even thinking about walking outside. 'Appearance is everything' as his motto, Rubo walked cooly down his Pantheon-esk stairs leading to his already awaiting carriage; the driver waited patiently before asking where the master would like to travel.

"To the gates," he replied. "I've a new shipment to purchase. Our stock is running low."

Rubo sat legs-crossed in his geniune leather seat; his bright blonde hair flew smoothly in the cool morning breeze. As they neared the gates, Rubo noticed a quaint shrieking in the distance. Trying to keep composure, he smoothed his leggings and adjusted his pearl white gloves, but the shrieks continued. The driver looked back in obvious concern, but Rubo nodded forward, indicating the 'Go Ahead' to his driver.

Oh boy, this could be my lucky day. he thought. Afterall, it was the 26th anniversary of his coming to fortune. Today, Rubo celebrated both his birthday and his luck. Their arrival to the slave trader only confirmed his suspicions; the slave trader had brought a cage. Rubo was anything but concerned, though. He wanted to see this beauty of a specimen.

"Roob, I 'ate tah sayyit, but this'n's gonna costya a wee bit moah t'an origeenaly espected," the slave trader explained in his thick accent. "She's a wee bit wily, t'ain't she boys?" The five men looked around to Rubo with estranged looks on their faces: horror, guilt, anger.

"Just let me see the product first," Rubo commanded. And as the slave trader removed the blinder from the cage, Rubo couldn't help but gasp at the raw power he saw and felt contained within this slave.​

 

[Ishu]

Her features contorted as the sheet had been removed, her figure curled up and huddling against the back of the cage as he looked in at her. She snarled at him as he drew closer, snapping menacingly before one of the men interjected.


"Ea woo'nae geat too close sir, she a'kin taek you ouit." He nodded as if doing so would brace his comment, soon looking back at the others. One man had an eye patch with somewhat fresh blood stains. Another man was missing an ear and the third who had been injured and lived had thin scar lines going down his face.

Panting heavily, she slammed her head into the metal, growling as her feet scraped across the floor of her cage. She hit her head on it again and again, snapping at anyone who tried to get too close to her.

"'Er mouith ez a bit moor deadleh thaen we tho'ught." The man with a missing ear grunted as the one continued to speak, reaching up and touching the flat skin around the hole that went down into his skull.

"She'h took ouit tha rest oof tha crew- all b'y 'erhzelv!"

She pushed her wrists against the metal containment that was kept around her head, thrashing her head around as she threw her tantrum. She wanted it off- NOW.​

 

[Mr.]

Inside, Rubo couldn't contain his ecstacy; the ferocity of this woman was outstanding. But outside, he kept his feelings down as to not excite the trader into raising the price. Rubo was quiet for a few more moments, pondering all of the numerous possibilities he might now possess.

Rubo whispered into the trader's ear, "What do you know of this woman, besides from experience, of course? From where does she hail?"

The trader looked back at him, befuddled. The thoughts came to him though, and he told Rubo that the exact origin of the woman was not quite known. The place they had traced her back to, however, was a small island Northeast from Rubo's northernmost docking station. The island, known as Γυναίκα νησί, was inhabited completely by women far unlike this slave. The queen of the island banished all "abnormalities" from the island, which is how the trader was able to pick her up from the island, normally unreachable by men.

Rubo smiled. He had always liked a challenge when it came to his supply of slaves. Lately, he had been bored with his selection- the majority of his slaves were "long-time members" and had become useless. And it had been quite awhile since he had felt something towards one of them.

Oh, did he ever feel something for this new slave. Her strength gave him chills like nothing had before. He found himself staring at her, moving closer and closer to the cage. Rubo somewhat ignored the trader's warnings of moving to close, and he aligned himself to see straight into her eyes.

With the deepest and coolest voice he could conjure up, he asked of the woman, "What is your name?"​

 

[Ishu]

She screamed her frustration and bashed her forehead against the bars of the cage, drawing back and showing not a scratch on her skin. She hissed and snarled as she struggled in her chains, her face scrunching up as she pulled at the metal choker, stretching the metal with her strength.

Panting now and whining, growling, throwing herself onto the floor of the cage, she pulled on the metal again. It did not stretch any more and she got up, gripping the bars of the cage and slamming her face into the metal as she screamed at the man, "Μπορείτε χοίρους! Θα σκοτώσω όλους σας!"

She screamed at them, pulling on the bars and bending them just slightly while staring up at the one man who stood before her, her deep blue eyes burning with hate and rage so pure her own skin flushed with the heat.

Nostrils flaring as she looked up at him, her cheeks swelled up and her lips pouted before she spit at his feet, "Εύα." The bridge of her nose crinkled and she slammed her chest against the bars, trying to reach out at him and claw at his face.

More ferocious screams bellowed from her, as if it were a war cry of some kind. Her feet propped up on the metal and she shook the bars, collapsing onto her ass and panting for breath, pure black hair covering her features.​

 

[Mr.]

"Ηρεμία τον εαυτό σας," he spoke softly but sternly to Eve. "Αυτά τα άτομα δεν θα σας κρατήσω. Απόψε θα γευματίζετε μαζί μου."

Turning on his heels after making sure Eve was sufficiently exhausted, Rubo beckoned the trader for a transaction. "You know I've bought from you before, but I'm willing to pay more for her in addition to repaying you for time and lost men." He looked into the trader's eyes: "Fifteen hundred or you leave," he said with distinction.

The trader looked down and at his men. It wasn't quite as high as he was hoping, but Rubo was his last hope at selling the last slave he had this season. "A'ightee, Roob, but yer'n fer bigga prizez necks seezun. I won' bee stahndin' fer tis mooch longah, aye." Now with cash in his possession, the trader and his dwindled band of brothers could head home for a small bit of relaxation before they would have to begin collecting slaves for the next season.

Fortunately for Rubo, Eve had settled enough to a point where she might be willing to be towed behind his carriage in opposition to walking the mile and a half back to his castle. Unfortunately for Rubo, he had no back-up men just in case Eve managed to suddenly revert to her more powerful stage. He certainly hoped this would not be the case, as he decided he would talk to her once more before hitching her to the carriage and heading back home.

"Εμείς θα σας μεταφέρει στο σπίτι μου από," he explained to her, watching her reactions. He started to head back to the carriage, but he turned slightly to her to say: "Πριν το ξεχάσω, καλώ τον εαυτό μου Rubo."​

 

[Ishu]

Her eyes blinked and widened from shock. He could speak her language!? She lashed out at him again, the metal bind on her wrist digging into her skin as she breathed through clenched teeth. Squinting, she pressed her face up against the bars, her hand flexing with the desire to tear off his skin.

She watched the transaction before her. If she had hackles like an animal, they would be raised. How dare they trade her for a few pieces of gold? Her frustration bowled in her throat and escalated to a heated yell, her hands pulling on the bars again. They bent, just slightly, as her muscles stretched under her skin. As hot breath burst from her nose, she glared up at the man.

He told her that he was taking her away now and he told her his name. She shook the bars with her hands, her knuckles turning white, "Φτύνω πάνω σου και όλα τα λόγια σου!" She snarled at him and snapped as he came closer and walked past her to his carriage.

"Προσευχήσου ότι φεύγω ποτέ αυτό το κλουβί!" She yelled at him, nostrils flaring before she screamed at him again. She planned to make his life hell.​

 

[Mr.]

Without hesitation, Rubo proceeded to hitch her to the back of the carriage. Again he walked back, laughing at her words after mulling them over for a minute or two in his head. And with a wicked smile upon his face, he retorted, "Προσευχήσου ότι ποτέ δεν σας δίνουν την ευκαιρία να φύγει από το κλουβί."

The ride home was a bit bumpy, especially with Eve's momentum swings dragging the tail end of the carriage left and right occasionally. Rubo stepped from the carriage and checked upon the attatchments in both the hitch and Eve's cage, making sure that in his absence, no mishaps in faulty attatchments would give Eve an opportunity to escape. He brought back 3 men to help him keep her under control, until he planned to free her from her shackles once inside the safety of his furnished basement.

"Easy as she goes, boys. We needn't another Cheri on our hands." Cheri was a slave before Eve's time here that escaped whilst in transit from the cage to her living quarters. She managed to break her shackles and kill 4 men before exiting the castle and wreaking havoc upon the city for 2 weeks. Rubo manned the lead shackle, which was attached to Eve's neck and torso.

Once inside the basement, Rubo requested that a tub and several gallons of hot water be brought down immediately. Now shackling her to several already existing brass loops in the ceiling and floor, he planned to wash the dirt, blood, and other various agents from Eve's body before dinner time, whether she wanted the help or not. Also, while he did this, Rubo requested his tailor to create a loose fitting shirt and pants for Eve; a potato sack just wouldn't cut it at a formal dinner.​

 

[Ishu]

She hissed at him from inside the cage and watched him step into his pristine carriage, soon tugging her along with it. As they pulled her through the town, she bashed her face against the metal and pulled on the bars, bending them as much as she could before they could get her to his home. Smashing her face again, pulling again, she finally tore them open just enough that she would be able to slip out- but she was wearing that damn thing that kept her neck and wrists close together.

Pulling on them as the man stepped out of his carriage, she became frantic and pulled harder, gasping for breath as she forgot to breath in her attempts to escape. But when she saw the cage open up, she lunged out of it and attempted to run away, screaming angrily as she fell back onto the ground when his men pulled on the chains attached to her restraints. She screamed again, pulling on the chains as she got up to her feet, but she slipped and fell onto her side, panting while glaring up at them.

She squinted as the sun shone in her eyes and she got on all fours, beginning to crawl. She ran at one of the men and felt her body stop in mid air. They had shortened her leashes, thus making it easier for them to move her without giving her too much space to move around. She snarled at them and kicked her legs, her toes scraping across the pavement as she gasped for air between snarls.

Her anger literally drowned her, purging into her lungs like a torrent of water and spilling back out as she cried out at them, telling them her rage. "Θα σκοτώσω όλους σας!!" She yelled at them as they brought her down to the basement and carefully chained her to the ceiling and floor. They were smart to tighten her restraints, leaving her nearly no room for movement.

Eve snapped at one of the men as he drew away from her foot and tugged on everything she could, grunting and snarling through clenched teeth at every one and thing in the room.​

 

[Mr.]

With a tub and drain placed successfully underneath Eve's feet and hot water and soap to work with, Rubo prepared himself to remove the dirt, blood, and other various substances that covered her body. He worked carefully around her, making sure to avoid her limbs and face. About halfway through, he stopped, fed-up with her constant fidgeting and snapping. Rubo stood in front of her and said sternly, "Για κάθε φορά που κινείστε, θα ενισχύσουν τις αλυσίδες."

Each shackle had an adjustable knob at the top so that the user may tighten or loosen as desired. Rubo kept his promise: after the first movement Eve decided to test, he went around to each shackle, carefully turning each knob one quarter turn. When he had determined that Eve was sufficiently calm, he continued scrubbing her off.

The poor girl, he thought, she hasn't had any opportunity to cleanse herself in at least 4 months, if not longer. Rubo now began to see Eve's true skin color through the clodded dirt and blood. She also had sustained multiple minor scrapes and scratches, from which, he figured, the blood originated. He worked diligently, though, attempting to completely remove the build-up; he figured she must feel at least 3 pounds lighter now.

Rubo stared at Eve now, admiring her true body: it seemed to almost not fit her personality and ferocity. He thought that the dirt and matted hair added to the intimidation, but she seemed civilized now.

Well, at least from her appearance, he thought. I wonder if the tailor has yet readied her clothes... Rubo then left her alone to dry, suspended from the ground above a tub full of murky, bloody water, clogged from the knots of hair he had pulled out.​

 

[Ishu]

When he came to her face and warned her that he would tighten the chains should she move, she spit in his face and snarled, her muscles tensing as he moved his hands over her body. She didn't appreciate appearing nude before someone, especially as he cleansed her. If he got too close to her more private areas, she would jerk in the chains and yell profanities at him.

As he soon finished cleaning her, removing blood stains which-for the most part-weren't hers, she glared down at him, snarling as her muscles remained tense. She was starting to feel insanely uncomfortable, writhing in the chains from a pain whose original was not easily deciphered. Groaning angrily, she snarled down at him through clenched teeth, "Θα συντρίψει τα οστά σας."

Her nostrils flared as she stared him down, hatred beaming at him from her blue eyes. Her pale skin, clean for the first time since her capture, was soft and smooth. Her hair shined luxuriously from the small amount of light filtering in, the black looking even darker when clean. She pulled on the chains, another growl boiling in her chest.​

 

[Mr.]

To Rubo's relief, Eve was still in her place when he returned with the tailor's workings. When he saw her reaction to the dress, he asked of her, "Θα προτιμούσατε να είναι γυμνή?" Rubo hung the dress up on one of the rafters in front of Eve so that she may "admire" it while he went to retrieve the key to her shackles. He heard her grunts of discontent and laughed. My, my. She is turning out to be better than I had originally expected.

He returned a few moments later, dangling a keyring from his left hand, twirling it teasingly in front of her, enjoying her growls and contortions. He now said purposefully in English, "If you're good, I'll let you put the dress on without the shackles. If not, you will sit uncomfortably with them on, but elegantly with the dress." His voice was serious, and his face told the truth: brows furrowed and eyes open just enough to see her torso without being improper.

Unbeknowanced to Eve, Rubo had silently placed 3 heavily armed guards outside the cellar door in-case of mishap. His hand tightened around the key used to unlock the shackles from the base of the floor and ceiling, and his other hand tightened slightly around the whip on his belt. He fingered the leather, feeling the folds within the beautifully crafted control item and slowly untying it from his belt loop. He began to turn the key slightly to the right and left in mock fumbling of the key in the lock, just to see her reaction.​

 

[Ishu]

She glared over at him as he threatened to leave her nude, snarling and tensing as her back began to hurt. The dress was hideous, but it was black. She liked black. However, when he began to tease her about letting her out, she screamed her frustration, rolling her shoulders back from pain before she screamed viciously, tearing down one of the lines of chains. Her left arm was free but she did not make any efforts to remove the rest of the chains.

"Επιτρέψτε μου να πάνε! Γρήγορα!" She screamed at him again, but this time through clenched teeth as she pulled on the shackles that held onto her feet. Eve writhed again, tugging with her one chained hand at the ceiling.

"Θα φορέσει το ηλίθιο φόρεμα!" She glared over at him, ready to tear out his throat if he didn't hurry up.​

 

[Mr.]

He could see her pain, especially after she exerted her strength towards breaking one of the chains. Her body now lay limp, still suspended in the air by the chain on her other arm. He removed this chain first, having to catch her as she fell. Rubo lay her out on the cold stone floor, moving quickly to remove the last two shackle and chain sets from her ankles.

As he took the dress from its hanger and began to slip it on to Eve for her, he began to wonder where her power originated. She was not a muscular woman; it seemed as if her power was stored a reservoir she could occasionally tap into for extra energy and raw power. Eve exhausted quickly, though- her power was short lived if she continuously went from rage to a seemingly unconcious state. Rubo noticed her breathing slowed as she entered this state; her body was in a state of reparation after a continuous battery.

"Μήπως το φόρεμα ταιριάζει σε σας?" he asked. It seemed a bit tight in some areas, but this was ultimately her decision. He still held on tight to his leather whip, although his suspicion was that she needed to rest a bit before another rampage could take place.​

 

[Ishu]

She panted for breath as he dressed her, writhing as her bones crackled and she sat up, touching her arms and rubbing the muscles as they untensed. She glared over at him and looked at the dress. Her upper lip lifted as she aggressively touched through the layers of the dress. "Είναι φρικτή." Eve shoved him away with her foot and crawled backwards away from him, stopping when she felt the wall touch her back.

She tugged where it was too tight on her, feeling trapped in the garment. "Παντελόνια. Δώσε μου παντελόνι και ένα πουκάμισο." She grunted over at him after lifting her knees to her chest and glared over at him, never moving her eyes. He was right to think she was weak at the moment, building back up again as the pain began to fade. Her toes curled against the balls of her feet, little nails digging into her skin.

"Δεν θα είμαι μερικές παιχνίδι για εσάς." She sneered, growling as she told him exactly what she thought and felt.​

 

[Mr.]

"Alright, alright," he submitted to her request, "Θα διατάζω παντελόνι και ένα πουκάμισο." He began to head for the door, but on his way out, he barked "Μείνετε."

He made his way towards the tailor's office again, this time ordering a pair of women's trousers and a shirt he knew would be too big for her. He knew that Eve disliked the tightness of the gown, so another tight article of clothing would definitely be cause for her to explode into another fit of rage. Rubo paid for the garments and quickly retreated back to the cellar in his castle.

He opened the door and locked it behind him this time, whereas he had been leaving the door open before. "I have your new clothes, but you must return the dress first," he shouted from behind the corner of the wall that blocked the view into the main part of the room. He waited with one arm extended past the corner of the wall to accept the returned gown. The other arm extended past the wall, holding onto her newer clothing. He ignored her groans as she tried to remove the tight gown from her body.

"Ποια είναι η γνώμη σας για αυτές τις?"​

 

[Ishu]

After he left, she fidgeted with the dress, growling like an animal as she tore at the back to loosen the binds. When he came back, she was already halfway undressed, though she still struggled with the materials. Finally, she got it off of her curvy body and threw it over to him, the gown dropping into a pile near his feet, "Πέτα το σε μένα." She watched as his obliged, crawling over to the pieces of clothing and picking them up.

She studied the fabric and felt much better about them, being more likely to stretch on her legs and not stuffy in the least on her torso. Eve dressed herself quickly, using the wire from the back of the dress she had been wearing to tie down the shirt loosely around the waist. It made it look nicer on her, especially with her figure, and it made her feel more covered up. Without the wire, she worried the shirt would just fly right off of her.

Biting off the excess, she used it to tie the sleeves to her wrists, keeping the sleeves in place no matter what kind of physical excursion she may go through. Standing up, she wiggled her toes on the cold floor and looked down at the chains. She did not pick it up, though she wanted to. She looked back at the wall he stood behind and waited for him to make a move​

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[Mr.]

Listening for the rustling of clothes to stop, Rubo waited for her to make herself decent with the new set of clothes he had given her. Once he thought Eve had finally dressed herself, he came out from behind the corner to take a look.

"Προτιμώ το φόρεμα, αλλά αυτοί θα κάνουν το κάνετε," he said with a nod and a smile. "Στην πραγματικότητα, φαίνεται να σας ταιριάζει καλά." Rubo was satisfied with the way she looked now. He wondered if she preferred her hair pulled back or let loose on her shoulders. In Rubo's eyes, Eve was beautiful now; she looked to be civilized at this point in time.

Don't get too mushy, Rubo, he reminded himself. She's still vicious, and she's still your slave.

Having now an air of confidence around him, Rubo walked towards her. He walked around her, examining and scrutinizing her build, her muscle composition, her power. She seemed average though now, with the intimidating blood and dirt clods removed from her pale white skin and actual clothes to cover up her body. "Πόσο καιρό έχετε επίγνωση της δύναμής σου?" He was behind her now, examining her calves and thighs, taking a closer look at her muscle definition to determine whether or not it was actually her body that contained the sudden power.

He strolled around to face her again, this time beckoning her to come with him. He turned on his heels and slowly aimed for the door, making sure to be aware of her reactions.​

 

[Ishu]

( WTH! I posted to this forever ago! D:< For whatever reason, it didn't go through. I'm sorry but it is going to be super short >> )


"Αρκετό καιρό για να ξέρω τι κάνω." Her body's build was very feminine- curves in all of the right places but no excess fat. Her muscle was lean, very nice, but it did not show any signs of being the source of her enormous strength. She watched him walk away and soon followed, every cell in her body on edge as she awaited any attack that might come her way.​

 

[Mr.]

(No problems. I'll go from there then)

Rubo signed to his guards to stand down, and they stood at attention as he opened the door to the outside. The day was still young, a cool summer breeze wisked over the abnormally warm ground, hot from exposure to more than normal sunlight in the day already. Rubo stretched and yawned, happy to be outside and enjoying the warm weather while it lasted; there were only a few days in the year when it was this warm.

He glanced over his shoulder. Eve was following at a distance, but still following. "Έλα πιο κοντά," he said in a smooth, deep voice, "Γιατί είσαι τόσο μακριά μου?" He slowed down his pace to accommodate a change.

Rubo began to think of the possibilities of this woman; she was extremely resilient, extremely strong, and bad tempered. Ah... it came to him, I know what I will do with you, Eve...

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They came upon his slaves' living quarters now where white marble pillars and columns supported an unimaginably high and large roof. The wooden doors extended from floor to ceiling far above their heads- the doors creaked when Rubo pushed upon them, their rusted, ungreased hinges growing old with use and age. Rubo waited for Eve to enter before closing the door behind him.

"Καλώς ήρθατε στο σπίτι."​

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[Ishu]

She glared at him any time he came into her sight, but other than that she was taking in her surroundings. He was obviously loaded and he didn't seem to care too much about his slaves- but she only assumed this because she did not believe anyone who could own slaves could also care for them. Wriggling her nose with disgust as she sneered a warning at one of the guards, she followed behind Rubo. She would never call him her master and she would never treat him kindly. Eve would wait until the perfect time to take his life an make her escape.

Her plan might take longer than she felt comfortable with- but she would have hers in the end.



She stepped into the worn out building and stopped when she heard him shut the doors. The woman turned around to face him, her feet braced on the floor as she readied herself for anything he might throw at her.​