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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

Abel watched Kaura react to the men encircling her closely, waiting to see what her reaction would be. She broke and ran for it--bad form on her part. Be lenient? He asked himself before giving in to the thrill of the chase. His sandals pounded against the ground, tunic whipping in the wind as he chased the elf. The vampire spared no amount of elbows and hard shoves, sending people crying or sprawling to the ground. He accelerated quickly, his huge lumbering steps covering ground as he ran after her. He pressed his body down as he closed on the elf, holding his arms out to take her to the ground when he caught her.
 
Kaura was honestly surprised that despite her natural speed and grace, traits her people were very proud of, the vampire was catching up quickly. She covered her head when he reached her, and let him take them both down, falling into the mud. They slid, until she was covered completely in much, and sobbing quietly. She shuddered in pain under Abel, the mud grinding into her open whip wounds, but didn't dare try to rise to her feet. "I thought..." She muttered, "I didn't know what they were going to do. Please, sir, I don't want another whipping."
 
The vampire stood up and wiped at his gray tunic, now smeared with mud. He was surprised he was able to catch her so quickly as well, though he chocked it up to her lack of light. He took the leash in his hand and hooked it to the crying elf's collar, "Given the circumstances, I will not beat you. But you are to crawl the rest of the way back." With that Abel took off walking again with his faithful elf whore at his side. He meandered towards a band of musicians that was playing and listened carefully, while Kaura drew even more stares and outright laughs than she had before, covered in mud and crawling naked as she was.
 
Abel stood easily, and casually flicked off the mud as Kaura tried to pick herself up, wiping at the mud that now covered her creamy skin. She looked like some feral beast on her hands and knees, only reinforced when the collar was snapped back around her neck, and she was told to crawl once more.

She put her weight back on her hands and knees, and winced immediately. It seemed her wrist was sprained badly in the fall, and it proved hard to put weight on. Abel didn't seem to notice, and began to lead them away, Kaura glanced back at the jugglers, where she ran from. Men and women were picking themselves off the ground where Abel had knocked them away, and Kaura realized that was how she was so easily caught. Not only was she weak from staying too long in the darkness, but she had bobbed and weaves through the crowd, trying not to disturb those in her path... While the vampire simply pushed them from his path.

She shook her head slightly at his lack of consideration, but followed all the same, trying to ignore the same calls and gestures that had troubled her so deeply before. Besides, she was far too focused on the shooting pain in her wrist and trying to keep from limping on it. When the vampire paused again, she reached up, and tugged lightly on the edge of his tunic, cradling her injured arm to her. "I can't crawl anymore." She whispered.
 
"Not even on your knees and forearms?" The vampire asked, looking down at the forlorn little feral woman at his side. She certainly cut the image of hurt, nothing about her seemed to give away a lie, but to have her walking around again with no reminder of how to behave should that happen again? Unacceptable. Abel would definitely have to tread carefully here, then, a solution. If she could crawl on her knees and forearms, no problem, but if she could not, there was a solution there as well.
 
Kaura stared for a moment , before bending forward, laying her forearms flat on the ground as she attempted to crawl forward once more. She winced slightly, and forced herself up again. "No sir." She whispered again, keeping her head ducked. The last thing she wanted was for this vampire to know how weak she was right now, deprived of energy and injured from the fall. "I apologize, I must have landed badly on it."She waited to hear what he wanted her to do though, not risking standing without his permission, since she already broke his trust once. She had to be smart about when she protested, since she saw yesterday just how well he tolerated misbehaving.
 
He waited until the band had gone from a more lively tune before responding to the young elf's query. "Feel free to stand, and as always, follow me." The vampire turned back up towards the market with the feral looking woman beside him. "Next time you feel threatened by one of the herd, run towards me. That is the appropriate behavior."

With that he fell back into a comfortable silence, walking through the crowd that opened before them in the night market. There was an empty auction platform that he climbed upon, with Kaura following. "Bend down and press your hands to the ground, Kaura. So that your rear is displayed to the herd." A very specific request. "Since we cannot use crawling as our disciplinary method, we will have to go with another."
 
Never had Kaura been so grateful to be back on her feet! She stretched languidly for a moment, cradling her arm just under her bosom, and followed Abel once he finished enjoying the merry tune of the band. She pressed her lips together at his statement, but held her tongue, keeping her anger inside to keep from earning another punishment. She looked on in confusion as he led her to an empty action block, and her eyes widened at his order. "I absolutely will not!" She cried, eyes wide. "How am I to run to you when I feel threatened? You wish to do to me the same things that they were insinuating! I am not a slut, I am not a whore, I am not morally deprived! I have been viewed by these awful humans quite enough, and I will not... I will not put myself on display for their twisted pleasure, punishment or not!"
 
Abel tugged down with the leash, attempting to at least throw the girl off balance. "Nothing you do is for the herd's pleasure," he hissed. "When I tell you to do something, it is because I tell you to do it that you do it. There is no not doing it. That is our dynamic, that is the interplay of our social roles. Running away from me at the first sign of threat can be so easily construed as an attempt to run away. I am certain that a hero of your caliber would be able to find a way to skirt around her troubles and come back to me. That is our dynamic."

He snapped his fingers and pointed, clearly not wanting to have to reiterate his point. By now it would go unspoken that Abel did not take kindly having to waste time threatening and cajoling, which always seemed to make the situation worse.
 
Kaura stumbled off balance as her leash was roughly yanked, and she coughed, briefly deprived of her vital supply of air. She rubbed her throat, grimacing at what she suspected would be a new bruise. Again she considered her actions, and what she should do now, her options. If she surrendered now then it would not get any worst. She would be put on display until the Vampire was satisfied, and then continue on their way.... If not, what would he do? Hit her? Touch her? Dip his fingers into her nethers once more, and force her too behave inappropriately, as he had before?

She shuddered at the thought, and almost climbed beside Abel then, but her eyes narrowed at the actions. If she did not protect her honor now, when would she? The next time he laid hands on her? There would always be something else to avoid in this. If she refused his fingers in her loins she could be beaten and still endure. There was no end, eventually she must choose a place to defend her honor. "I will not." She said, calmly this time, hoping not to draw a crowd. "I will not be made the shame of my people by giving in to your demands, and behaving as a slut. The men and women here already believe me to be one, and I will not confirm their insinuations by crumbling at the first threat of punishment." She bowed her head slightly. "I will take a beating, if I must, but this, I refuse."
 
"You have no idea what 'this' even is," Abel informed Kaura, clearly at the end of his patience. He pulled on the leash hard enough that if Kaura resisted she would be bodily dragged over the steps across the stage of the auction block. That was one of the things he liked about the leash, it had so many uses, not just as a modifier of social position but also good for dragging and yanking on when one was being uppity or otherwise unruly. The vampire reached forward and grabbed Kaura's beautiful brown hair, dragging her forward to the podium of the auction block. He threw her against it so that her rear was facing the public in any event and then grabbed hold of her behind and pushed up so that she was roughly bent over the podium. There was nothing sexual there, merely a utilitarian way of handling her much smaller body, bending it into doing what he wanted.

With one hand he pressed her down into the podium, ignoring any undue protesting or flailing, and unhooked the leash. Yet another one of its uses was as a disciplinary tool given how effective a whip it could make. He wrapped it about his hand a few times for a good grip and still a sizable portion was showing. "Call out the number of times I whipped you after every time I hit you. If I don't think everyone can hear you well, we're going to start again." With that he lashed out with the leash, laying it across the back of her thighs.
 
With a firm yank, Kaura felt herself being bragged forward once again. He pulled her until she was stumbling up the steps in a desperate attempt to not fall over. Her eyes lock onto the vampire in an angry glare, but her jaw was set firmly. Whatever he had planned she could endure, easily. She grunted softly when his fingers tangled again in her brown locks, but she tried to hide the discomfort as well as she could.

The vampire threw her around as easily as if she was a rag doll, shoving her against the podium despite her desperate attempts to break free. He forced her to bend over, and pressed down on her back until she had to arch her hips, angling them backwards. Her cheeks heated considerably when the men in the crowd took notice of her position, and started shouting out suggestions to the vampire who was controlling her. He didn't seem to pay the taunts any mind, unhooking her leash easily before he he gave his order. "Yes sir." Kaura forced herself to say, keeping the dread from creeping into her tone.

If Elves had one weakness of character, it would be their pride. And indeed, it was pride that kept Kaura staring stubbornly forward, her knees pressed firmly together to keep her sex from being displayed to the crowd. Even when the first of the lashes struck her flesh she refused to move, or yield to his strength. "ONE!" She called, pitching her voice loud but full of the same almost snobbish arrogance she displayed the day before. "TWO! THREE! FOUR!" She called after each blow without hesitation, the only sign of her pain she allowed the tightening of her fingers on the podium. All the same, the crowd went wild, and the suggestions and insults flew louder, praising Abel for showing the whore her place... And demanding more pain from the shamed Elf.
 
There she was, full of that elven pride. Or was it merely Kaura's? Abel had heard tales of the Great War that had been waged between their two people's, few vampires were certain why it occurred, but the story most commonly bandied about it was that it centered around a prickly elf and a haughty vampire having a court dispute. An argument that made one or the other lose face, which grew into a blood feud stretching out over decades that eventually managed to embroil the entire two societies. The haughty vampire would have a grove of the elf's cultivated trees burned, the prickly elf would have the vampire's holdings razed. From there it went on to something of massive proportions.

It was in that recollection, around his fourth lash, that Abel had an idea. How much would it take to make Kaura break down into a sniffling heap in front of the humans, no more false pride to prop her up, nothing more than a raw ball of humiliation and pain? The vampire rained down with the leash, unrelenting, striping her rear, thighs, calves, and lower back. It was time to push the elf, push her farther than he had before, because he knew what it took to break her down in private--that hot and cold, pain and pleasure--now he wanted to see what would make her break down in public.
 
The lashes grew harder, and harder with each blow, one after another so fast that it was becoming difficult for Kaura to keep up while maintaining her dignity. "TWENTY-SEVEN!" She called as one hit her back, and her body shook, her legs nearly giving out under her. She drew in ragged and pain filled breath, tears running down her cheeks that she was glad the spectators could not see. All that mattered was her voice, and what they could hear. That remained ever calm, controlled, dignified. "TWENTY-EIGHT! TWENTY-NINE!" She called, only edged with pain.

Kaura herself was far too young to know what the dispute between the Elves and vampires was. She knew that centuries after the feuding began the vampires sought control of their source, and almost drove the known world into hell itself. The darkness that fueled the vampire body caused much of the taint, and destroyed the old Elven land. History prior to that was word of mouth, as much of Elven historical texts were lost in the war.
 
While the spectators couldn't see Kaura's tear stained face, they could definitely see the way her legs were twisting and shaking every time she was lashed. That alone was enough to drive them on in their crude cat calls, some of which were calls to Abel to physically take her on the stage in front of them. Alcohol and other similar intoxicants tended to flow rather freely at the Night Market, one of its many draws, and that was being amply reflected by the crowd who had gathered to watch a young, nubile elf woman get lashed. Abel's new goal was fifty lashings, before Kaura's refusal he had merely planned to spank her ten times as the equivalent to a slap on the wrist for her quasi escape attempt.

However her refusal, due to misunderstanding of his plan, tapped into that dark reservoir in Abel, the one forever lurking before the surface. He wanted to see her become as nothing before the herd, he wanted to parade her and make their words true, he wanted to make her his simpering slave. There was so much he could do with Kaura, and if only he could get around the bottleneck of her light dependency, he could take her to the new lands to rouse the court with her stories. They would come rolling across the continent as a mighty fist and smash the weakened elf race, enslaving them for their crimes. Perhaps it was one thing that could unite the rather fractious hierarchy of vampires.
 
Kaura's lip trembled slightly and she twisted more in Abel's grip with every quick lash,In the thirties she let out her first audible sob, and it drove the crowd mad, screaming and hooting to hear the Elf in pain. They cried for more, barking up crude suggestion on where to take the punishment next. It all helped strengthen Kaura's reserve, and she grabbed hold of her tone once more calming it back to normal. "FOURTY!" She called, and the crowd let out a disappointed sigh that she did not cry again. She wanted desperately to fall to her magic and embrace it, to numb her pain and make the torture more tolerable... But that was one thing she knew she could not do. Many Elves in the past tried manipulating their own nerves and pain centers, only to find that in their haste they could not properly reverse it, and when they attempted t return the site to normal, all they felt was the memory of pain they ignored before. Even if she wasn't weakened from her time in the shadowy castle, that simply was not an option.

So she bore it, and only allowed the tremble in the legs to show the amount of pain she was in. The vampire captor was unbelievably powerful ((A fact she knew from the previous day)) and her race was admittedly weak, almost frail, with her especially so since she carried so much of their ailment in her. It almost made her fail again at forty five, wanting to break down into tears as the leash lashed across her flesh, but somehow... Somehow... She managed to keep her pain in check. "FOURTY SIX! FOURTY SEVEN! FOURTY EIGHT! FOURTY NINE...! FIFTY...!" She waited for the next blow, her entire body tense and covered in angry welts, but it didn't come, and she remained as she was, bent over at the waist and sobbing too low for the hollering crowd to hear. "I thank you for your leniency, sir." She managed to get out, hoping the blow to her pride would appease the man.
 
There was Kaura at her best, marshaling all of her reserve to just make it that one extra step, to power through whatever was bothering her. Maybe she really is a hero, Abel thought. A certain cynicism had been beaten into him about these things through the years, that there were no heroes, only leaders and followers, and on the rare occasion, people of honor. The vampire pulled her back onto her feet from the podium and once again hooked her to the leash that he had just used to whip her naked bottom with in front of a whole crowd of humans. The herd seemed somehow disappointed when they realized it would be going no further than that tonight. He reached up and brushed the side of Kaura's face with the back of one of his hands, the touch easily mistaken for a tender caress.

"Good girl, Kaura." A faint hint of pride? He lead her off of the auction block and back towards the compound, winding through the Night Market. She was still the subject of a large amount of derision and scorn, much of it heaped upon her by drunkards. Apparently the Elf Whore was now just as often the Striped Whore, many a bawdy pun flung in her direction to that end. Warnings to watch out sister, because it's going to hurt when you're humped.
 
Kaura groaned softly and hastily wiped the tears from her eyes when Abel allowed her to straighten. She met his eyes almost timidly, and allowed him the chance to re-hook the leash without uttering a protest. He rewarded her with a brief brush of his fingers against her her cheeks, and confusion clouded her expression for a moment, unsure what to think of the almost gentle gesture. He murmured his praise and turned, leading her away from the auction block and into the crowd without a second glance back at her.

The taunts and cries only grew worst as Kaura was led away, calling her 'stripped whore' as often as Elf Whore now, and some even suggesting that she must gain some pleasure from being beaten, as she rarely uttered a sound of pain. She only raised her chin higher, carrying herself as though she were in high court, and not walking naked in the grimy streets. "Humped?" She repeated one insult, casting Abel another confused look. "I do not understand many of these insults."
 
"To hump is the action of mating," Abel explained dryly. Since she was asking he may as well paint a picture in her mind, "The point of that particular insult, I believe, is that you would feel pain were I to penetrate you with my penis and thrust into you. Given that my hips would crash into your recently assaulted backside. That would be most likely an unpleasant sensation."

Taking Kaura out to the Night Market would have to happen with some regularity, Abel decided upon considering how largely pleasant their interaction had been thus far. He suspected it would implant a seed of wanting, being shown these things she would only be able to get as a reward for being a good slave. For submitting to his will and, a hurdle that had yet to be leaped, eagerly consenting to having her blood drawn upon by the vampire. The vampire assumed that would not go over well the first few times, though she would most likely become at least somewhat dependent on the chemicals in his saliva, most of his blood dolls did. It was an intense wave of euphoria and lust that followed, a burst of serotonin that washed away all pains and cares.
 
Kaura faltered in her steps for a bit, disturbed by his vivid description of the insult. The next human that shouted the profanity she leveled with a cold glare that caused the man to shut his mouth quickly, and she nodded, as if confirming that was exactly the action to take. "Every bit of that sounds unpleasant." She mused, and shrugged slightly to herself. Why would any sane woman willingly be penetrated into? That sounded painful enough in it's own right, without adding the slap of hips meeting. She considered how it would feel to be prodded repeatedly, and simply shook her head again. Insanity indeed.

By this point Kaura wasn't even thinking about the bite that she had received earlier. The mark stopped hurting her long ago, and it rarely came to her mind that she was drained. It could explain some of her weakness now, if she was feeling particularly anemic... But she was a fairly quick healer, and it was just as likely that her supply of blood was returning back to normal already.
 
Abel continued largely in silence, returning to the fortress he called home. They passed through the rocky ground they had exited, turning back into the building. Instead of going back to Kaura's cell in her desolate room they ended up in a steamy room full of huge copper basins. They were heated by coals and filled with water kept perhaps twenty degrees warmer than body temperature--certainly quite warm. The vampire unhooked Kaura, "Jump in a tub and clean yourself off. You are rather filthy."

He tied the leash to a hook by the door and removed his tunic, revealing a scarred torso that could have been chiseled out of granite. The vampire then untied his sandals and put them neatly beneath his tunic. That left him entirely nude, his pendulous length swinging between two muscular thighs. Most of his body was covered in scars faded, some were large and puckered from puncture wounds, others like troughs through his skin. The vampire clambered into a tub and sank deep, "Once you're done cleaning yourself off come over here and massage my back."
 
Kaura Abel silently, not wanting to break the calm with more question. He led her away from the crowd, and back to the castle. She was grateful to get away from the crowd, and back to the smooth cobblestones leading up to the castle. She expected that he would take her back to her room, but instead he led her to a new room. In it were several large basins, heated until the room was filled with steam. Abel unhooked her, and she smiled, "Thank you, sir." She said, and hurried to one of the basins. She pulled herself in as Abel undressed, her fingers deftly pulling at at now-messy braid, letting her hair hang completely loose down her back. She sighed and sank into the water before she turned back to face her captor. Her eyes grew wide when she noticed he was completely nude now as well.

She stared for a moment, taking in his hardened body, decorated with numerous scars across his entire frame. She swallowed hard, and looked away quickly, waiting until he chose his own tub to sink into. "Of course, sir." She responded, trying not to look again. She washed her hair with a sweet smelling foamy solution first, and braided it up and away from her face again before scrubbing her body free of dirt using a cloth soaked in another perfumed solution.

It wasn't too long before she was satisfied with her appearance. She hesitated a few moments longer before she pulled herself from her tub, now grimy from the dirt that had covered her body, and she moved to Abel's. 'It's only a massage, don't be stupid.' She reminded herself, trying not to panic and protest climbing in.

She inhaled deeply, and sank in after the vampire, thankful that the water covered them both completely. "You'll have to move away from the edge so I can get behind you." She murmured, keeping her eyes turned away from him and his nude form. "Sir."
 
The vampire glanced at the now clean elf woman. It appeared that whether she was covered in dirt or scrubbed clean, she was attractive, though the marks on her body certain more noticeable livid now that her pale skin was revealed in its entirety. He could just faintly hear the blood pumping through her body, the sound of her heart amplified through the water he was relaxing in. The familiar hunger scrabbled at his throat, making itself known, wanting more of that delicious elf blood. Abel moved away from the edge of the tub so that the vampire could start her task, working out the myriad kinks and knots in his back.

One of the benefits of being a vampire is that certain bodily functions really just stopped. Sweating being one of them, though grime did accumulate. It really cut down on the smell, so bathing became less of a necessary thing, though he did find a good hot bath incredibly soothing. But that faint thumping kept on cutting through his thoughts, his quiet meditation, drawing focus back to her. Back to the blood that would slake his thirst. She would have certainly made up a pint or two by now he could likely drain.
 
Kaura slid behind the vampire, awkwardly sitting on her legs to avoid parting them on either side of the man. Her pulse was already quickened being so very close, their naked bodies separated only by a barrier of water. It made her cheeks heat, and she had to force herself to look at his well defined back, and the scars that littered his skin. She rubbed firmly, distracting herself from the odd flipping of her stomach, and the sudden awareness she had in her neither regions.

She swallowed hard, and worked on a particularly knotted group of muscles, kneading the flesh expertly with the tips of her fingers. "If I spend a few days in the light, I'd be able to sooth this better, with my magic." She smiled slightly, "An Elven massage at full strength... While being healed... It is divine. It would be my honor to show you at some point, lord." She told him, the last point exaggerated, but it never hurt to play nice.
 
It was good to have a nubile little slave helping him relax Abel decided, slowly easing into her fingers as they went through a troublesome knot. She did seem to know what she was doing rather well. Either way, I have to solve the light problem, the vampire noted, running through possibilities in his head. The best seemed to be locking her in a cage for the day on the roof of the fortress once every few days so she could get a good dose of light. He knew he could come up with something better than that, but it was the quickening beat of her heart that so distracted Abel. It was as though she was begging to be drunk down.

"I will have to keep that in mind, Kaura. Perhaps that is something we will need to do," the vampire said, leaning further back into her. He was clearly loosening up, relaxing, his continual stance of predatory wariness morphing into a real calmness.
 
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