Another slaveshop ((In construction))

[Kikora]

((This was originally in Open roleplay, and had thought to reopen there, but decided group would be the better option, more control and all. Below will be posts from the original thread between myself and the second person in this RP. I do encourage ya'll to read them and get a feel for the world that's been set up so far. Character interactions are very encouraged. ^^ I will add an intro soon, I know it's a poor way to start a thread, and I apologize))

 

[Tsushui]

Oh she has done it again. Dodging a flying saucepan that narrowly missed her head -- only to catch her cap; Alses could only hasten her exit from the kitchen. Running towards the door, her tail grabbed the abused fabric from the ground, unwilling to see it torn to shreds for the night's appetizer. Sensing a familiar zip of air, she ducked; alarmed to find a rolling pin clutter beside her as it bounced off the walls. The chef has proceeded to use her baking utensils now, quite discomforting considering she is only a drawer away from the silver ware.

Upon reaching the door, Alses dashed for the handle and unfold her wings in time to avoid the first knife. "€œI get it, stop trying to kill me! "she shouted to the agitated cook. Leaping in midair, the succubus made sure she had flown a good few feet away from the crazed chef before settling on the branches of one of the trees. She took a deep breath and rubbed the horns on her head gingerly before sighing in relief. Good, they are still there. It would be the first and last time that she would ever criticize the food prepared for her but even so, that still does not justify why she had to taste stringy hair follicles in her meal.

When all seemed calm and clear, Alses finally found enough courage to lower herself away from the tree. Her small wings remained spread and prevented her feet from fully touching the ground for fear of damaging her shoes. Fluttering towards a random direction of the castle, she reached over to fiddle with her special collar. It is mainly red, white and black with the musical note, chef''s hat and shield as its trinket. If one were to look down, they would find grey anklet on her right foot and a gold anklet on her left; both which make light tapping sounds for each step she takes. Disliking how everyone seems to be able to tell whenever she decides to appear, the white-haired demon decided that it would be best to simply approach from the air.

Judging by the sounds of clanging metal, it would seem like Madame Chef is still looking for her. Feeling that it would be best to stray away from the main premises of the castle for the day, Alses decided that it would wise to take a stroll along the large circumference of the building. Picking a point on the inner wall, she started to trace her path around for good measure. Perhaps she would find something interesting to tease along the way.

 

[Kikora]

((I do apologize for the bad writing))


Teyha approached the large castle slowly, taking a moment to pause and stare up at the massive complex in awe. She would never have imagined the castle to be so impressive, not for the purpose it served. It made her pause for a brief moment, and look over her shoulder back in the direction she came. Nearly a month ago she had fled her home for this sanctuary, but never would the girl have imagined it was so... Massive. Description and pictures did nothing to prepare her for the grandeur of the structure,

She ran over her options one more time, legal means had escaped her. The law, her family, friends, and teachers offered no assistance to her, and some tried to make the abuse she suffered through far worst. Legally, she was too young to leave home, or at least too young to survive without a legal guardian. She smiled to herself for a moment, a technical loophole. Slavery was no longer underground, businessmen, politicians, even humanitarians, all openly bought and sold other sentient creatures. Few laws were set in place to protect the unfortunate creatures who found themselves at the end of the leash, but Teyha was only interested in one. In the eyes of their government, the slave owner becomes everything to their slave, including their guardian.

It was a deal with the devil trade, she mused for a moment, but one that she did not make without careful planning. Likely enough she would be tracked eventually to the castle, her activities on the computer and the library, were likely enough being traced as she stood frozen in front of the castle.

With a sigh she ran her fingers through her cropped hair. Her once long auburn hair had been roughly sliced into short unruly curls, and darkened to a glossy raven black, an immediate change that made her almost unrecognizable to those who did not look at her too closely. Her short and petite form was drown under a thick black coat, buttoned to her collarbone, and hanging down low below her knees. It was uncomfortably hot in the warm spring air, but she didn't take it off, and dipped her hands into the deep pockets, , her head dripped low as she entered the castle.

No sooner had she entered the expanse than she was met by the first handler, a calm young man who took in her request with a look of shock on his face. Obviously not many slaves come to sell themselves, and despite gentle prodding, the girl would not offer an explanation to this drastic life change.

Money spoke louder than words though, and Teyha was led from the entry up to the office to sign her life away. For the first time in years a sense of relief washed over her. It felt almost safe here. All she would need to do was stay away from masters, particularly the cruel or perverse ones, and her life in the castle would not be nightmarish. Already she didn't attract many second glances, and it was far from an accident. She let her slender body drown under layers of baggy clothing, and she let her hair hang untamed, curling just above at her eyes, hiding her more delicate features. The young witch was confident, rather she was utterly sure that she would not be bought, at least not anytime soon.

The castle doubled as a school in areas, it seemed. Offering to train slaves in the manner by which they wish to be used, to offer the best chance to be bought by a master who would utilize their skills properly. To the girl's surprise and relief she found even a medical course available, and quickly put herself down for that training, as well as the course on cooking. Once her classes were filled they gathered the collars, bright red and green, and carefully picked out her own silver charms, a question mark, scalpel, and chefs hat. Altogether... Ordinary. And it made her smile, taking the finished collar and snapping it around her throat before slipping on white and gold anklets, letting them clatter softly. Thankfully the handlers allowed her to keep her simple attire, and simply dismissed her to explore the castle on her own. Her first class wouldn't begin until later that evening, giving more than enough time to make it down the winding staircase, to open courtyard. A nice rest beneath the trees to settle nerves, and hide from potential masters.



Dhiren spent the better part of the morning searching the castle grounds for any slave that might fit his appetite. Already he had paid for the elusive creature, assured that the gold he set down would be more than worth the quality of the being he would soon possess. Yet so far he remained ever unimpressed, having to smooth the annoyance from his face at being encountered by the same pitiful wares he had seen at other shops in the area. He had heard the Masters wares were well worth their weight in gold, but he had seen nothing but the same overly common slaves. The mindlessly obedient, the ever disobedient. Weak spirited and fragile the both, and he could not afford a slave that would buckle easily under pressure.

Perhaps, he considered, he would need to make his prey come to him. He grinned widely at the thought, his eyes glittering darkly. A low laugh fell from him as he scanned the area, looking for the perfect tool for his use. He spotted one quickly enough, a young human by her look, her eyes downcast as she sat in the grass, her lithe body hidden modestly under bulky layers of clothing that drown away any hints of her physical form. A quick glance summed her up, quiet, shy, timid. They never lasted long, he considered. Their minds snapped easily under the slightest pressure, submitting to desperate acts that they might not usually be prone to. No, she could not last under his control, but was perfect as bait for those who might be capable of surviving his sadism. An amusing trait of the strong, always rising to defend the weak.

Casually he turned and strolled towards the girl, and easy grin spreading across his handsome face. "My dear..." He started as she stumbled to her feet, expression suddenly fearful. A moments hesitation made him falter, curious if she knew his intent, or simply held such a distaste for men. He almost pitied her, as rarely did he indulge his sadism without any warning or reason... But the emotion was quickly fleeting.

In a flash he was at her, his hand covering her mouth. The shock on her face was incredible, and he took a moment just to drink in the fear and surprise before he added pressure to his fingers, almost crushing her jaw as he forced her against the brick. "Now... Dear little slave..." He almost cooed, the tender voice a perfect contrast to his aggression. "I require you assistance for only a second... Just obey my orders." He spun her quickly, pulling her to him, his hand never once leaving her mouth as he leaned in close to her ear. "Now girl..." He whispered, dark eyes fluttering shut as though overwhelmed by ecstasy. "Scream for me." His heavy hand landed squarely on her chest, and the girl released a pitched scream, as though assured that he planned to sexually assault her. If only he was so kind.

No, instead the man pressed in, with a strength not natural to humans. Almost immediately the shriek died as the air was forced from the girl's lungs, and the only sound she could make were desperate gasps for her next breath.

While Dhiren had no intent to suffocate the girl, he did give a violent jerk, delighting in the terrible crack of ribs, snapping from pressure and in that moment of her bones breaking, he released his grip on her mouth, and closed his eyes, shuddering in pleasure as her scream echoed through the courtyard, strangled, pained and desperate. Already his hands sought her wrists, and he grabbed them firmly, pushing her down as he pulled back, ready to snap her shoulders from the joints if someone did not appear quickly enough.

 

[Tsushui]

An item of musing she did not find and after minutes of aimless wandering, Alses was about to return to her room to wallow in her boredom when a piercing scream within the vicinity caught her attention. Jerking her body forward, she turned her head to the source in alarm as she witnessed a disturbing sight of a young woman being handled rather roughly by a dark-haired guest. A sense of disgust waffled through her senses as she watched the man continued his assault towards his victim with no apparent reason that the succubus can make from this distance. She doubted the meek looking slave girl could have done anything to deserve the treatment either.

Her hand caught the branch beneath her and she leaped, flying quickly towards the source. She came up from behind him and laced an arm around his neck while wrapping her free hand and tail upon his arms in attempts to loosen his grip over the slave girl. Pulling his head closer towards her, she allowed him to take a glimpse of her naturally scarlet eyes that were tinted into a darker shade of red from her displeasure. Her short, white hair tangled with his long black tresses makes for an even tighter picture.

To further distract his attentions away, she provided an unrepentant grin towards him. Tightening her hold over his neck, she offered a sound piece of advice she learned from her years within the castle. "€œBeware my lord. You break it, you buy it." Clearly no one taught him to pick on somebody his own size. Well, survival was never kind to a character that makes Alses but luck often served her to a better end.

 

[Kikora]

Dhiren laughed softly when he heard the soft flapping of wings, and almost anticipated the demoness as she landed on him. Her arm wound around his throat as he chuckled, and he let her tail pull his hands free of the helpless slave girl. She straightened completely as the tiny woman crumbled to the ground, shaking uncontrollably. "I can pay for damages." He said with a laugh. "But I have no intention of taking the girl away with me." He pushed at her with his foot, catching her ribs, and another, more strangled, yelp tore from her. Again, he felt the sing of regret, but it would not pause him for long. No sooner had the flicker crossed his conscience than he became fascinated with tapping the girl with the toe of his boot, listening to her cries for help. "No no... It's be cruel to buy her now, don't you agree? She wouldn't last long in my play."

Briefly dark orbs flickered up to the demoness, and he gave an inward smirk. Her pretty face was already contorted in anger, a sinfully beautiful expression for the sex-demon. Her eyes reminded him faintly of blood, and for a moment he wondered how closely they would match her own when he began having his fun with her. "The handlers will aid the girl from here, I believe. If you would be so kind as to release me."


Teyha was right to fear, just as she was pulling away to run the man had closed the distance between them. His hand clapped down hard over her mouth, until the only noise she could choke out was a soft and high pitched whimper. He spun her around quickly, his hand landing on her ribs just below the swell of her breasts. Her eyes widened, and she kicked against him, her eyes squeezing shut. But instead of touching her, his hand pressed down hard, and he whispered his impossible to ignore order into her ear. She screamed loudly the moment his hand left her mouth, breaking off into a strangled whimper. Her ribs broke easily, and even as she was drowning in the horrible pain, he was twisting her arms back, and she could feel her joints straining.

A moment later a second voice hit her ears, and she felt herself be released. She crumbled onto the ground, trembling slightly in pain. She curled as best she could, drawing her knees up to her chest. Healing oneself was never wise, rather it was a foolhearted and desperate move that often ended with far worst results than the victim began with. Like a blindfolded surgeon wielding kitchen knifes, it was impossible to tell exactly what the weaves were doing to the body, and harder still to see exactly where you were placing them.

But the pain was unbearable, making the poor girl writhe on the ground, struggling to find a position that offered some relief. All she could think to do was heal herself, probing without conscious thought into her own body to try to sooth the pain, and mend her bones.

 

[Tsushui]

As the abused slave girl crumbled beneath their feet, Alses could not help but note the strange twitching positions which the brunette forced upon herself despite the dangers of more internal injuries. The tapping was evidently less helpful. Releasing her hold upon his neck as requested, the succubus shifted herself before him and planted her heel – stiff and high from lack of use- upon Dhiren’s toe that served to disgrace the one he bullied.

Bending down to inspect the bizarre motions of the writhing girl, Alses was alarmed to find faint white light emitting from her hands. It was pure magic, something the demon is not accustomed to seeing around the castle. It looked unwise and hurried. Unconcerned that the weight of her body is now firmly secured in not one, but both heels on both feet of the demonic lord behind her, she attempted to pry open the stubborn arms of the witch.

The process is made less arduous but more painful when Alses allowed her powers to be activated. Concentrating on pulling the brunette’s arms apart, once pinned separately on either side of her head, the succubus was able to focus on straightening the witch’s legs. There was never a better time to call for help. Yelling across the courtyard where a few servants have taken a few minutes to pause from their mundane chores, a few heads turned and hurried towards the trio. As a stretcher was briskly hurled before them, Alses did not release her telekinesis until she was sure that all limbs were fastened to prevent further movement from the white witch.

It was not until the servants and the stretcher of contents had disappeared into the castle did she hop off of the man’s feet. Dusting her feet in midair, the young demon showed little interest or concern towards the guest before her as she turned to leave the scene. She is never one in the mood to play rough.

 

[Kikora]

((Cutting the drama to as minimal as possible. ^^

And I am sorry for the bad quality, I am horrible with doms. ^^;; Teyha will return the next post.))

Interesting indeed.

So far Dhiren's stay at the castle had proved nothing short of boring. Each slave a carbon copy of a former he once knew, their personalities so etched in his mind he could hardly stand to spare a second glance their direction. He had no desire to repeat failed experiments with the newer model of an old slave, and had briefly grown concerned he might not find any suitable partner for the gamble that lay ahead.

But that was before the succubus. How she defied all manner of rationality for her race! Demons, he knew, were famously selfish creatures. Not always malicious, but those he surrounded himself with were at least being of little virtue, indulging in whatever vices might tickle their fancy that day. Cruelty naturally followed in close suit, the need of the one far outweighing any moral conscience, or rules of etiquette humans so liked to impose on themselves.

Her kind in particular was notorious for these natures, their very existence proof of how deviously cunning nature could be. To even look upon one conjured images of sinful ecstasy, stirring far more than the mind to rapt attention. Easily, men of honor and those without would fall under the sultry spell, and as they submitted to the primal urges that drove their bodies forward... Their very lives were made forfeit to lust. Be it a day, a year, or the span of what might have remained, the succubus would feed from them.

Oh this young woman was breathtaking in her own right, Dhiren would not argue that. She had all the voluptuous curves one would expect from her kind, a body simply designed to entice onlookers. And in the same moment that the impish woman was breathtakingly sexy, the Shadow Demon found himself thinking she might be equally cute. Colorless hair layered just beyond her shoulders fell in loose curls, to bounce and fly free with each movement either the wind or young demoness made. A far cry from the perfectly manicured or deliberately tousled styles the more mature of his kind seemed drawn to. Her face as well, with large eyes the color of his favorite red wine, and skin as soft and pale as morning snow.

Truthfully, she almost looked an albino of her kind. A sudden realization of what she reminded him of so amusing him that he was forced to bite back the laugh, an ill timed response to the sudden screech of his victim, protesting having her limbs rearranged by the her 'rescuer'.

Briefly this attracted his attention away from inspecting his prospective target. He watched the young woman try desperately to squirm away from the powerful grip of the succubus, who rooted herself firmly into the feet of the somewhat disinterested man behind her. It wasn't that the sharp heels of her boots didn't send a throb of pain running up the man's legs, but simply that he knew reacting to her childish retaliation would gain his no more ground than simply allowing her to blow her steam and be done with it.

After all, soon enough the groaning white witch was properly secured to a stretcher, medical personnel already numbing her pain with expert care. In seconds the shrill whines and cries of pain were muted entirely, and the serene look of deep sleep smooth features previously twisted in pain. "Treat her well." Dhiren murmured to a handler, ignoring the detestable look he received in return, and tossed a heavy sack of gold to the floor before his feet. The brunette served her purpose well indeed, fulfilling more than many of his past pets if this feisty succubus proved half as interesting as he expected she would.

Speaking of which... The rare little specimen was trying very hard to flutter away, an act that Dhiren simply could not allow. With a throaty chuckle he turned from the mess he created to follow after his snowy beauty, amused by her attempt to elude him and his attentions. "Little succubus." He growled, no humor in the dangerous tone. "You really shouldn't run from a Master who wishes for your company." Whether that slowed her or not mattered little to the man, as he shifted, moving easily within the shadows that stretched across the courtyard. In a moment he was paces behind the demoness, and the next he was before her. He glared down at her, lips turned sharply down in a frown. "I could always focus my attentions on another woman." He reminded her coldly. "And another, and another... Or you could simply behave like the pet you are, and not try to escape me."

 

[wildkat]

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