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Baenari

Baenari

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Mar 21, 2012
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Somewhere over the RAINBOW!!!!
Damian had recently run into a master that claimed he had a good pet but she was boring within the sexual area, now usually Damian would never second guess another master. But he knew for a fact that this man was rough and all around ignorant in the ways to please a woman, he only cared for his own satisfaction and hearing fake moans from the slaves that he had. Such a detestable type of master he thought to himself as he watched him manhandle the slave that Damian had offered to take off his hands. They had talked at a small get together and Damian had traded the man a sack of gold in return though she was not worth it to most but Damian had no care for fancy things so it was a fair trade in his mind. He had come to the man's home hoping to see this new pet of his and finally he found her within a cage that was soon unlocked for him hastily by the former master.

Damian reached down and gently grasped her chin making her look into his dark blue eyes almost like the ocean, it was easy to see he was no man as a set of caramel colored fur covered him from head to toe. A longer though not less handsome face than a man seen, his well sculpted form easily visible through the casual but nice clothing that he wore now. "Ah little one we have to get you out of here and to your new home" his voice deep and strong yet gentle enough that it wouldn't frighten her. "Can you stand and walk out with me?" he asked in that same gentle but deep tone, he was a horse hybrid beautiful to some and powerful yet right now he treated her as if she were made of fragile crystal as he knew she had been mistreated. As he turned to look at the abusive master who began to inspect his other pets his eyes grew a bit cold "we will be taking our leave" his words so cold that one might feel a if the temperature had dropped several degrees.
 
Passed from one master to the next. It was the life Lily had resigned herself to. Most who found themselves in her position usually tried to make the best of it, please their masters in hopes of earning some affection or reward. Others tried to fight and flee, only to be beaten and brutalized for such actions. There was nothing else for her in the world, born and bred as a slave.

She had fought at first, as many did, and bore the scars on her bare shoulders to show it. And though she had learned since then that blatantly disobeying whoever her current master was only lead to pain, she had her own tactic for dealing with such things.

She had an air of quiet defiance about her, still proud despite the collar locked around her neck. Even as Damian tilted her chin up, she seemed to puff up a bit with vanity as he examined her. Rich hazel eyes met his as she examined his face. She had heard rumors of such men, who bore more resemblance to beasts than any human, but had never seen one in person. It was curious, and her intrigue showed on her soft features. She was definitely a bright girl.

Wordlessly, she rose to her feet at his request, her wrists bound in front of her as was common when transporting slaves. She was small, a light frame exposed by the small scraps of clothing that covered her just enough to be decent to be seen in public. Dark auburn hair was tied back in a loose braid, slung lazily forward over her shoulder. Still silent, she took a step towards Damian, offering her wrists to him so he could grab the loop of rope hanging down to lead her off.
 
Damian now turned his attention back to the young woman who offered her wrists to him so he could lead the slave from this house, he grasped the rope and did just that. Though he was much taller and could have walked fast enough to drag her along he did not finding that to be pointless, they were now in the hall when he decided to speak to her "what is your name?" he asked in a calm though very deep tone.

Damian hated this house already even though he had spent no time in it he could tell that it was void of will, the slaves here were nothing but puppets that moaned and screamed faking their pleasure even though their master had not a care for their pleasure. It was men like this that made slaves or pets not want to be owned, he should have been keeping them well fed, clothed properly and happy as best he could for as Damian always said a happy pet is an obedient pet.

There was a carriage outside waiting for both of them to take them to his estate, he wondered if she had ever ridden in one or if she had been made to walk everywhere that her former master took her.
 
She glanced up to him as he spoke. Something about his manner of speech, that calm, even tone, set her on edge. Perhaps she had grown too used to being talked down to like an animal.

"Lily, sir." She responded, her voice light, soft, and cautious. She said only what she needed to; it was one of the first things she had learned. Speak only when spoken to, and only as much as required. No more. It wasn't as if she was happy with this arrangement, but she had come to terms with it long ago.

She reached the carriage with her new master, and paused. She had never been allowed to ride on the few occasions she had been let out of the house, and wondered if this would be any different.
 
The carriage driver came to the side now and opened up the door for the two of them while giving a little bow, Damian smiled at Lily warmly and pointed an arm towards the carriage now. "We will be going home now in the carriage Lily, my name is Damian but you will call me master or master Damian" his words gentle but firm mixing together to form a tone that would compel most to obey him.

"Do you understand what might happen if you do not call me by my title?" he asked in a curious tone, would she say yes or actually describe the things that had been done to her before he wondered now.
 
She nodded once to him. "Yes, master." she said as she started up into the carriage, and took a seat. She kept her hands folded on her lap, still bound in front of her. She didn't make any attempt to fight against the ropes, though they were tight, rough, and uncomfortable.

She looked to him as he spoke again. "Yes, Master. I understand.' she said in the same soft, even tone. She had disobeyed commands before. As she stepped onto the wagon, she didn't need to explain further; her back was a lattice of old scars and a few fresher cuts. She had long ago learned not to disrespect her master outright.
 
Damian entered the carriage after her and sat beside her rather than across from her, he smiled as she said yes to him about understanding what would happen if she disobeyed. "Good girl" those were two simple words but he said them warmly and encouragingly, now he leaned over to untie her hands as there was no need to keep them bound in such a manner as well she obviously was well trained as a slave already.

He knew the reason the other master was displeased was because he couldn't get her to do exactly what he wanted, the rope now from her wrists "little better?" he asked calmly.
 
She nodded, and rubbed her wrists as the rope was removed. Her skin was red and rubbed raw from the tight binds, even though she hadn't struggled in the least. It looked painful, the rope having left deep lines and a few raised scratches on her skin.

Despite the light sting, she nodded. "Yes, thank you, Master.' she said quietly. At once, she returned her hands to her lap, her fingers laced together politely as she sat.

Though she had many questions, she kept to herself, only responding to Damian if he spoke to her directly. Her eyes switched between the floor and an occasional glance outside. She seemed almost too obedient, particularly for how much she had been passed around. Usually it was the troublemakers that were sent off so quickly.
 
Damian took her wrists in his hands lightly before looking at them for a moment, he soon let her place them onto her lap once more "we should have some ointment at the estate so that will help" he said casually now. He knew it would still be a little while before they arrived so he decided it was time to question his new pet, "tell me Lily you have been a pet for many year now so I am curious to know have all your holes been used yet?" he asked curiously.

"And how long have you truly been a slave?" he asked again with the curious tone, he knew it had been at least a few years though he suspected longer than that seeing how obedient she actually was.
 
She shook her head. "No, Master." she said. "Only the one." She replied.

"I was born a slave." she said. "My mother was a slave, and my grandmother. I have been trained since I was a child to obey. Once I was old enough, I was taken to be groomed as a sex toy for the amusement of men like yourself." she said, just the slightest hint of bitterness in her voice.
 
Only one that was very interesting to hear he thought to himself as most master's would have taken every available hole, he smiled at her as she said that she had been born a slave. That would explain the almost resigned obedience that she showed towards him, though he did hear the bitterness in her voice now he gave a gentle laugh "I am not like the other men you have been with Lily and I will prove that to you soon" he said gently.

He would not be surprised if she did hear that line before after all it was probably something every master said to make themselves feel more unique when compared to every other master that was out there.
 
She looked over to him. "With no disrespect, Master." she said quietly. "They all say that." she said as she glanced over him again. "However, so far you're the only one who has been any different at all."

She had not ignored the fact that he appeared to be more beast than man. It was odd, strange, and foreign. However, her curiosity was sparked. She had been with many other men before, some kind, some harsh, but never anyone like Damian. She had the feeling, though, that when everything was said and done, she would just be another toy to him, and a boring one at that, and it would be off to the next place within the next month.
 
Damian did not take any disrespect from her statement about how every master would say that, it was a cliche line that he would have to use less seeing as every master said that he thought to himself jokingly, he did smile at the fact that he was a little different from the rest though.

"Well Lily I can only prove it to you with time" he said in a cheerful manner before looking to the outside, many tree's were the main background now that they had left the other master's home. Minutes went by with the silence and Damian had to admit it was rather awkward so he asked another question "when were you first taken as a sex slave?" he asked in a calm tone now.
 
She looked to him. "I was fourteen." she said. It wasn't uncommon for slave girls to be trained around that age, though usually it was somewhat older. In a bold move, she continued to speak, even beyond what had been asked. She had recognized the awkward silence before, and hoped perhaps this would break it. "I was given to my master's son to train; he didn't care much for it, just a quick fuck before bed most nights. I've been passed around pretty much regularly since then."
 
Damian did not find that surprising though he did not like it he knew that it was not uncommon, "foolish people always picking a fruit before it has had time to properly ripen" he said more to himself than her. Now he spoke to her as she explained what had happened the first time "it is a shame your beauty was wasted on a child rather than a real master" he said calmly, "I know you probably won't believe this but there are true masters out there" he said softly. "We do not delight it hurting our slaves though sometimes it is necessary unfortunately and we do not treat them as animals, though you are mine you are above any animal you are above even the peasants because you are mine and as such deserve more" he said sincerely.
 
She looked like him. It was the first time anyone had spoken to her like that, as anything less than a plaything or piece of property. Hell, most of the men who had claimed her hardly spoke to her other than simple commands. All she could do was give a bit of a stunned nod. She really wasn't sure how to respond to him, and more than any whip or chain ever had, it frightened her. She had no idea what she was in for with Damian.
 
Damian could see that for once in her slave life she had been spoken to with a civilized voice, sure when the heat of the moment got to him Damian could speak dirty. But that didn't mean that you needed to degrade your pets or slaves twenty four seven or else they would truly believe themselves unworthy to be yours, you used praise and compliments to make them happy which they would crave as you used them more and want to please you to get rewards as well as praise. "I told you I was different" he said in a playful tone as she only gave him a little nod, they were almost to his estate now a few homes visible as they were part of the main village that they would pass through, he allowed people to farm the land and only took fifteen percent of the profit rather than half like most of the more profitable types.
 
She smiled a bit to him. Just the slightly flicker of a grin at the corner of her lips, but it was there. It had been a long while since she had a reason to do so.

"Maybe you are different, Master." she said to him. Her curiosity was sparked now. She didn't expect to suddenly land herself as a respected individual: she was still a slave, after all, but perhaps her stay here would be more enjoyable than the others.
 
Damian saw it just for a second but he was one hundred percent sure he had seen it, a ghost of a grin like a mirage there but not there the next second but he knew either way.

He smiled widely as she said that maybe he was different "don't judge too quickly after all you haven't seen all of me yet" he said as a little inside joke to himself mainly. The villagers went about their work though many did wave at the carriage as it passed, Damian was a well liked land owner because of the small amount he actually took from the villagers, as a result he got more people to join his land getting him more profits without even trying.
 
As they neared his estate, she looked around, watching the people go about their daily work, surprised at the friendly waves she saw. Maybe things really were going to be different here.

She really wasn't used to sitting still for so long, and by the time they were nearly at the manor, she was shifting and squirming in her seat slightly, her knees slightly stiff and her back beginning to cramp from the long ride.
 
Damian smiled as they were now entering the estate many guards along the stone wall in case someone decided to attack Damian's home though there were not many foolish enough to do so.

Damian could see her shifting and squirming around so he reached over and picked her up easily with his strong arms and was soon setting her on his lap "it will only be a couple of minutes now but it seemed the seat was a little hard for you?" he asked softly. Though he had her in his lap he did not try to grope her or even tease her in any form, he just held her there giving her a little more cushion than the seats gave with his body.
 
Lily let out a surprised gasp as she was pulled onto his lap. She expected the usual from him, a quick fuck in the carriage before they reached his home. Some men were just too impatient. She quickly steeled herself, mentally prepared for the assault, but it never came.

She blinked up to Damian, that same confusion at being treated with any sort of dignity-if this could really be called that-obvious on her face. "I...' she stammered out, then nodded. "Yes...I'm...not used to sitting for very long, master." she replied. "Thank you."
 
Damian was a little amused to see the surprised expression that crossed over Lily's face as she realized that he was not trying to take her in the carriage before they got to his home. He smiled as she stammered out that she was not used to sitting for very long "I will have to remember that in the future then Lily" he said in a gentle tone as the carriage stopped now, the driver opening the door for the two of them and he offered a hand to help Lily out.

While not a castle his home was nothing to shy away from, three floors total with over twenty rooms and ten bathrooms, the first floor was the main work area and sleeping area for the staff they got to share rooms that were much nicer than what they usually stayed in so they could be on call twenty four seven.
 
(sorry about the bit of a late response. Been busy~)

Lily nodded to him, shifting somewhat nervously. She really wasn't used to being treated well, at all. His gentle tone, everything was just so confusing. She almost forgot for a moment that she was a slave. Almost.

When they arrived, she followed him inside, and looked around in awe. She had been with some rich men before, but none had anything to compare to this. It was fantastic. In her dirty, tattered clothing, she really felt like she didn't belong at all.

"Your home is very lovely, Master." she said as she looked around, taking in all the details.
 
(It happens ^^.)

Damian could see that she was still confused on how to act around him as he treated her differently, he didn't know if she would ever get used to him but even if she didn't he knew she would at least enjoy him as a master compared to what she had before.

As she called his home lovely he nodded at her "thank you little one but before you get the grand tour we need to get you a warm bath and some real clothing" he said softly before reaching down to gently lace his fingers through hers.

"Would you prefer to bathe alone?" he asked it calmly though he suspected that her answer would be yes and he did not mind if she did seeing as this was all new to her.
 
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