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- Feb 2, 2013
It's the dead heat of summer, the air still, the skies overhead a dry cloudless blue. The sun pours down with light and heat and brings sweat to the skin, entices to strip away excess clothing, and brings sweaty, fevered passions to the mind.
A sleek red automobile whips up the twisting asphalt path to Rosecratz Manor, it's breakneck pace whipping the air into a frenzy, tugging at the hair and clothes of the jalopy's two occupants. One of them, Tyrell Rosecratz, is having the time of his life, a wide and thuggish smile on his face, a hand trailing out the side of the car.
The other occupant probably isn't, because today marks the start of her servitude to the Rosecratz brothers- Because she's a slave, sold in infacy to cover her father's debts and bought up at an auction like a piece of meat as soon as she was deemed fit to serve. Another source of distress might be the shopping bags strapped in to the seat next to her. Sex toys of various shapes and sizes, a little 'goodie bag' given to the auction winner to see that he got the most out of his purchase. Not all of them look very fun at all, at least for her.
They crest over the last hill and Tyrell reigns in the car, pulling to a stop just in front of the marble steps up to the main entrance, flanked by regal bronze dragons. Rosecratz hall is infamous, it's name synonymous with decadence, vice and excess- Due in no small part to it's founder, Leon Tyrell, a robber baron of the Missipi who once had it attended to by dozens of slaves, before the 'Peculiar Institution' was briefly de-legalized. Since then, his family has kept up the tradition, only with slightly more willing females. Slightly.
The brothers to which the girl's been sold are infamous in their own right- The Devil's own twins, too handsome for their own good and too depraved for anyone else's. Regular trust-fund playboys.
Pushing in the brake, Tyrell tosses the keys to a valet and swings himself over the side of the hoodless car, grabbing the bags out of the back before heading up the steps towards home, sweet home.
"C'mon girl, let's get you settled in. Think you're gonna like your new place." He calls back, gesturing for his new toy to hurry up and follow along.
A sleek red automobile whips up the twisting asphalt path to Rosecratz Manor, it's breakneck pace whipping the air into a frenzy, tugging at the hair and clothes of the jalopy's two occupants. One of them, Tyrell Rosecratz, is having the time of his life, a wide and thuggish smile on his face, a hand trailing out the side of the car.
The other occupant probably isn't, because today marks the start of her servitude to the Rosecratz brothers- Because she's a slave, sold in infacy to cover her father's debts and bought up at an auction like a piece of meat as soon as she was deemed fit to serve. Another source of distress might be the shopping bags strapped in to the seat next to her. Sex toys of various shapes and sizes, a little 'goodie bag' given to the auction winner to see that he got the most out of his purchase. Not all of them look very fun at all, at least for her.
They crest over the last hill and Tyrell reigns in the car, pulling to a stop just in front of the marble steps up to the main entrance, flanked by regal bronze dragons. Rosecratz hall is infamous, it's name synonymous with decadence, vice and excess- Due in no small part to it's founder, Leon Tyrell, a robber baron of the Missipi who once had it attended to by dozens of slaves, before the 'Peculiar Institution' was briefly de-legalized. Since then, his family has kept up the tradition, only with slightly more willing females. Slightly.
The brothers to which the girl's been sold are infamous in their own right- The Devil's own twins, too handsome for their own good and too depraved for anyone else's. Regular trust-fund playboys.
Pushing in the brake, Tyrell tosses the keys to a valet and swings himself over the side of the hoodless car, grabbing the bags out of the back before heading up the steps towards home, sweet home.
"C'mon girl, let's get you settled in. Think you're gonna like your new place." He calls back, gesturing for his new toy to hurry up and follow along.