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Breaking a pet

K

Kikora

Banned
Banished
Joined
Sep 12, 2009
Location
Too far south
Kaura walked silently through the shaded woods. For all appearances she seemed the proper Elf, quiet, reserved, her long dark green dress modestly hiding her curves from any wandering eyes. She hoped that the casual passer-by would write her off as such, but those who thought deeper on the subject were sure to note the peculiarity of one of her kind wandering alone through the dense woods surrounding a human settlement. Elves were a secluded race, particularly Elves of light such as herself. Hundreds of years could pass between sightings, and usually then they were in a large group, on urgent business.

As for herself, she was abandoned. She left the Elven world some months ago, and her name was stricken from record. The world she had envisioned from inside the confines of her village, the one she had left her home to seek out, turned out very different from her dreams. "This place is frightening." She said softly, pausing to gaze through the trees, her face a placid calm that did not match the stirring emotions that threatened to break through her resolve. By this point she wanted desperately to return home, even the gilded cage of the Elven village seemed a sanctuary when put next to the untamed and savage world the humans had crated. For all their talk of grandeur and freedom, she had seen none of it.

She sighed, brushing a lock of golden hair out of her eyes. She had it tied back, but her shorter bangs still half hid her slightly slanted green eyes from the world. Her own bit of comfort, those around her could never quite meet her far-away gaze.
 
It was Tennik, their best woodsman, that noticed the lone wanderer in the woods. He brought it to the captain's attention. From their position in the cover of the brush, Captain Janek and his first mate, Morrok, peered through the leaves. Janek's expert eyes appraised the woman's form, the blonde hair, the well-formed limbs, the hints of the body that the dress revealed. "Interesting. Not many walkers; most of the villagers are out in the fields or at their jobs. It's not time to hit them yet; this one is new. Haven't seen her in the scouting." Janek looked to Morrok. "What do you think; bonus?"

Morrok nodded, grinning. Janek waved over his best archer, Irrek. "Tennik, you and Roppik head toward her; keep to cover. When they get close, Irrek, I want you to use one of the Capture arrows." They had a supply of special enchanted arrows that did no actual physical damage but paralyzed the target. It made whoever was hit easy pickings, which was the whole point. "This is going to be quick and quiet; if she notices either of them getting close, nail her right then. Boys, this one's a bonus. Don't spend all your effort here, there's still the main targets." He looked around. "Are we clear? All right. Don't let Scythia down, now. Or me."

He gestured, and the three moved out into the forest toward the slowly strolling girl.
 
Kaura was walking quietly. Her Eyes stared off into the distance, ever dreaming. A slight smile had formed on her lips as she imagined again the paradise she sought in the world of humans.

A very small noise caught her attention, and her eyes widened some. She spun quickly, seeing an arrow flying towards her. She spun quickly, flashing a leg as she tried to kick it away from her. A shiver ran up her spine as her leg went dead, and she stumbled backward, her paralyzed leg unable to keep her upright. Another arrow shot towards her, and she clenched her eyes shut in terror. She almost gasped when she didn't feel pain, but a complete lack of sensation across her entire body. All her strength melted as she collapsed onto the ground. She stared in horror as men approached her. She couldn't move, not a single muscle in her body. "Let me go..." She managed to whimper out, "My people will not be pleased that you fired upon an Elf."
 
The men who approached her were near enough to hear her whispered warning, slurred though the paralysis made it, and they crouched over her. "Holy shit, she's an elf!" whispered the younger one. The older human just gestured, and they bodily picked her up and whisked her away, moving as silently as humans could, which was still crashingly loud to her elven senses.

The knot of men who lurked in the hunter's blind of a copse of trees looked savage and weathered, seafaring men who wore clothes and jewelry strange to this region. She'd been observing humans long enough to realize these were strangers to these parts. They were uniformly dark, from the sun and several from their races, and they all had the lean muscular look of fighters; many bore the scars to prove their experience. As her captors brought her into the fold, several other men hurriedly descended on her with iron manacles for her wrists, binding them at the small of her back, and hempen rope to tie her ankles together. One shirtless savage made a move to tie on a rope gag, a massive knot that went in her mouth and two loose ends that tied behind her head, but a new voice made him stop.

The man that stepped up was clearly in command, from the way the others got out of his way. Her captors hauled Kaura to her nerveless feet, supporting her with hands under her bound arms, and someone grabbed a fistful of hair at the top of her head to make her look up at him. He wasn't the largest or the oldest or the most muscular, and he didn't show as many scars as some, but his eyes held a quick intelligence that was rare amongst most humans. He looked her up and down, and tilted his head to gaze at her shapely elven ears. "Well, well," he murmured, almost to himself. "What have we here?"
 
Kaura gritted her teeth, the only movement she could make, as the human males ignored her warning. She struggled to thrash, urging her body to respond to her commands, but could manage small twitches in her arms and legs. Her sharp eyes locked onto the men as they grabbed her, forcefully picking her up and hauled her away.

She tried to keep her calm as she was carried through the mass of men. They were obviously not from this part of the world. Their hard bodies were littered with scars, the the muscles they bore did not come from years working quietly on the farm. She swallowed slightly, trying to keep the panic from her face as she struggled to understand what these men planned to do.

She tried to struggle as they bound her, the thick metal over her wrists digging into her skin painfully as they pushed up her dress to tie her ankles together. She wanted to whimper and cry out against their aggression, especially when one particularly dangerous looking man came forward with a thick rope tied in the middle, and tried to shove it into her mouth.

He froze as another man talked, and Kaura found herself tugged to her feet, held tightly between two men, as a third grabbed a handful of her hair to force her to look at him. Again she almost began to whine in protest, but bit the inside of her cheek against it. Her eyes appraised the man quickly, taking in his leaner body, smooth skin, and sharp eyes. Obviously he was a man who understood how to get what he wanted without dirtying his own hands. The thought made her stomach twist some even as he spoke his question. "You men have fired upon the wrong woman." She told him, trying to sound calm even as her speech was horribly slurred. "Release me now and you will suffer no ill will from my people." Her eyes locked onto his, seeming fearless even as she fought the urge to empty her stomach.
 
His sharp eyes gazed into hers, and narrowed. "An elf walking alone is rare enough. Walking so close to a human settlement? Unheard of. No, I don't think we'll be hearing much from your people. Besides, we'll be long gone by then. But you did kick the first arrow out of the air. That was impressive."

His hand shot out and gripped her jaw, squeezing her cheeks roughly, forcing her mouth open as he tilted her head back. "Teeth look good, face looks good..." his other hand gripped one of her breasts through her dress, squeezing and hefting it as if she were just a piece of meat. Which she was, to him. "Ooh, nice size and firmness..." He stepped close, his body pressing up against hers, his face in hers, gazing at her with a vaguely amused, vaguely contemptuous half-smile, as both his hands reached behind her and squeezed her buttocks. "Also good firmness."

He stepped back. "A good catch. All right, bag her and stash her. It's almost time."

The man with the rope gag stepped up and forced the knot into her mouth, despite her struggles. They put a cloth bag over her head, cinching it securely around her neck so she couldn't work it off by rubbing her head against the ground, and then they laid her to one side of the copse, out of the way and helpless.
 
Kaura turned white as he spoke. She guessed he was smart, but to catch on that quickly... She stared for a moment, wide eyes as he roughly grabbed her face, forcing her mouth open to inspect her teeth as though she were a horse.

She gasped when he grabbed her breast through her dress, squeezing and weighing it in his palm for a second before giving his verdict, and pulling her close to squeeze her bottom. She bit her lips against a squeak, closing her eyes tightly. "Release me!" She demanded again, even as the men moved forward again.

She could move some now, enough to bite at the fingers of the man who shoved the rope into her mouth. She made a face when she tasted it, dirty and salty, she wondered what it's last purpose was, but decided that was best left unknown.

They pulled a bag over her head, and her breathing quickened slightly, shallow and ragged. She didn't know what these men were planning, even as they tossed her to the side like a forgotten piece of trash. She laid there silently for a few minutes, waiting for her body to work again, before tugging at her wrists. The iron dug in more, but she twisted still, ignoring the forming cuts, and rivets of blood that made her wrists slick and sticky.
 
Try as she might, Kaura couldn't quite pull her hands free. The manacles were deviously designed, informed by much experience in holding captives. It's possible they were also enchanted. She got her wrists good and bloody, but if she were to slip out of the manacles, she'd have to dislocate a finger or thumb, and she wasn't quite up to that.

The men held hurried conversations in whispered tones, and then there was much quiet running, and she seemed alone. There wasn't much she could do, being blind and bound, but she wasn't left alone for too long, anyway. Heavier footsteps sounded, running into the copse, and some muffled high-pitched cries. Something hit the ground next to her, and rolled against her... another body, clearly a woman from the way her breasts pushed against Kaura's own, and bound and gagged, from the sound of her continuing struggles, even though the wind was knocked out of her. The footsteps ran away again, leaving the women together. Another woman was thrown nearly on top of the two of them a short time later, less of a struggler, more of a weeper through her gag and bag.

Then, someone was hurriedly dragging them apart, sitting them up. A rope noose was placed around Kaura's neck as her feet were untied, and as she was roughly hauled up, she realized the noose was attached to a line, a line that also attached to the other girls. She was now part of a train of captured women, and she was dragged forward as fast as they could safely drag blind captives. From the noises, there were more than the three of them on the train, but it was clearly time for their captors to depart. Sounds of struggle further back in the line were met with curses, meaty impacts, and muffled whimpering.
 
Kaura struggled and tugged. Blood ran down her armsand she bit back pained whimpers. It would seem that there was so excaping the chains, and the ropes binding her feet did not seem to want to budge either.

She grunted softly as a woman was shoved next to her own, the curves of her body pressed too closely to her own for her comfort. A third woman was dropped onto them and Kaura grunted again. She chewed on the gag, trying to force it out of her mouth. It was edged in firmly though, digging into the kin at the sides of her mouth painfully.

She moaned when she was tugged back again, grateful the arrows affect had worn off. A rope was tied around her neck, and this time she could not hold back the small whimper as they untied her feet and forced her up. She winced at each pained cry from other women in the line. She wondered just how many unfortunate young women were being led along with her, and pulled against the rope as she was literally dragged along the line. Her feet dug into the ground, not slowing their progress, but made the rope dig into her neck painfully. She half wanted it to bruise, knowing that each mark she recieved would push back the chances that they would want her for her physical form. The thought made her grimace, and she yanked again against the lead, the gag muffling a painful cry.
 
Due to the bag, the sudden smashing blow across her face came as a total surprise. "Stop pulling away and just follow!" a heavily accented deep voice snarled almost in her ear. Further resistance was met with jabs and light punches, just enough to try and correct the activity, not enough to damage or disable them.

They were all hurried down a trail, how far she could not tell, but then they went down a rocky slope to the seashore. She and the others were picked up and carried onto a boat, where they were dumped unceremoniously into the wet flat bottom in something of a pile, jumbled on top of one another and admonished to stay still while shouts and cries of alarm and anger rang out behind them. The boat shoved off, and the sound of oars rowing furiously was the primary noise, other than female whimpering. There were a few grunts and the sound of some bowstrings twanging as the slavers' archers took some pot-shots at the pursuers on the shore, but for the most part, the crew knew what they were doing, and needed no special coordination, or even communication.

The longboat barked up against something solid, and several of the slavers clambered out. Shortly, there was a horrific jerking, making all the bound captives cry out, as the longboat was hoisted in the air, its human cargo still cowering in the bottom. Almost as soon as they were out of the waves, Kaura could hear the large sails snap with the wind and feel the bigger vessel they were being lifted onto start to wheel around, no doubt heading for open ocean. They had found what the came for, and now they were heading away. Away from Kaura's homeland, to parts unknown.
 
Kaura gave a pained cry as someone smashed her over her head. She saw spots, even inside of her bag, and grundingly began to walk forward. Anytime she strayed slightly, she would receive another blow. Never enough to seriously harm, but it kept her moving with the rest, forward, to a fate unknown.

She was led some distance, she guessed a few miles my the way her feet ached. She struggled to piece together where they might be, but paused when they reached a slope. She was about to start forward again, fearing another hard-handed blow when she felt an arm wrap around her, and she was roughly picked up. She kicked at the man holding her, earning another sharp blow, before she was literally dumped in a pile with the other girls, onto something damp.

The small of salt in the air told her they were at the ocean, on a rowboat without a doubt. She struggled to sit up, careful to not dig her elbow into another woman. It took some squirming, but finally she was upright. She tucked her legs under her, her ankled pressed together, and sat with her back erect and head high. She might be a prisoner, but she was still an Elf, and would keep her dignity. Even if they could not see the quiet look of contempt on her calm features, they could tell by her body language exactly what she thought of them and their brutish ways.
 
The ship was well underway by the time the women were forcibly unloaded from the skiff, and lined up on their knees, their kidnappers keeping them in place. Kaura found herself on the end of the row, and could hear the sobs and ragged breathing to her right. At an unheard signal, all the women's bags were whisked off, and Kaura could see where she was.

It was a large sailing vessel, with broad decks and a high structure in the aft. A glance to her right showed her about eight other women, all young, all attractive in face and body, some with bruises on their faces. They all knelt on the deck with arms bound behind them, and each had a burly slaver standing behind them. The smart slaver strolled up and down the line of captives, examining them with an experienced eye. He lingered in front of Kaura, and his grin widened.

He turned to address everyone. "I'll give it to you directly. You've been captured by Scythian slavers, and are now on your way to the flesh markets of Hooran, Scythia. You've been chosen not for the labor block, but for the harem block; you are all to be sex slaves. It will go easier on you if you give up on your past life now. It doesn't matter what you were, what you wanted to be. You won't escape this fate, and the sooner you adjust yourself to that fact, the sooner you can embrace your new life." The other crew, now that they were underway, were gathering around to watch the orientation.

"The men standing behind you will be your trainers; you will also follow the orders of any man on the ship. Now, it's important to fix your position in your minds; you are nothing, now. You have nothing, you are playthings for us to use, abuse, and discard as we want." Some of the woman started to cry at this point, but the captain continued. "You exist at, and for, your Master's pleasure. And now is the time to learn that." He looked up at the row of trainers. "Strip 'em."

Each of the slavers, including the unseen man behind Kaura, drew knives, and began to cut away the girls' clothing, literally destroying their modesty there on the deck. The sobbing and useless protests grew louder. And the captain's eyes were on Kaura when her trainer started slicing away the lovely dress of hers.
 
Kaura smothered a grunt as she was picked up, and forced onto her knees in a long line. She knelt there a moment before the bog was ripped from her head. She blinked as the light struck her sensitive eyes, adjusting against the transition from dark to light.

Her eyes darted around as she accessed her situation, looking at the other girls. All lovely young women, which made her feel sick to her stomach, a mad kind of intuition of what would happen next.

The leader came forward, and began talking about what they were now. His eyes lingered on her, and she stared back calmly, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her in distress. Other women howled against their gags, sobbing, but she remained ever calm, on the outside at least. Her eyes bore into that of the smart trader, her expression as calm as as possible, given the situation

She almost winced at his order to strip them, and her head tiled up some, her eyes closing as she struggled to hide her humiliation. She didn't move or make a sound as a man hacked away at her dress. It fell from her body and she gritted her teeth against a whimper.

She took a breath as the last of her clothing was stripped away, and she opened her eyes again. They locked onto the leader, as he seemed to have a special interest in her. She gazed at him calmly, as though telling him that nothing he could do could break her... Though inside she could feel a burning fear. She wondered, in a morbid curiosity, if this man would steal her innocence.
 
At length, there were nine naked women kneeling in manacles and gags on the deck. Kaura was the one with the most self-control and dignity; the others were in various states of sullenness or grief. The trainers hauled them upright again, mostly by grabbing their hair and dragging them back until they knelt with straight backs.

The captain continued. "The collars your trainers are fastening tightly around your necks are special training collars; if you're lucky, you'll get similar when you are bought. The magic in the collars gives you sustenance, keeps you from being damaged by the elements, and even heals your injuries... mostly. You may still feel hungry and thirsty, you may still feel hot or cold, you'll definitely feel the pain of injuries; we're not removing all our tools to keep you in line, we're just making sure that our investments remain in good condition."

The man behind her slid a cold metal band around her throat. It appeared to be a solid band of steel, but it parted at one side, moved like it was leather, somehow cinched closed tightly enough that she would never be able to fully ignore it, and (she would find out), sealed closed with no seam. She could sense the magic flowing through it, and knew there was even more to it than he had said as yet. After the collar was securely fastened, her trainer started to untie her gag.

"There are a few other functions. For example, you'll find you can breathe when you shouldn't normally be able to, and by the same token, if necessary..." he passed a hand over one of his rings, just as Kaura's mouth was freed from the knot of the gag. Even as she drew her first unrestricted breath in what seemed like hours, her collar tightened suddenly, squeezing her throat, cutting off her air and making her feel light-headed, her pulse pounding in her ears. All down the line, the women tried to cough, or made mewling noises, and all nine of them found themselves being strangled by their magic collars...
 
Kaura was already sitting with her back straight, staring at the head slaver. The other women in the line were yanked and pulled violently, whimpering in pain against their gags as their trainers forced them to sit erect. She felt a surge of pity run through her, which only served to fuel her anger towards the slavers. Her eyes narrowed slightly before she could make her expression placid once again.

He began to talk about their collars, as the cool metal was fastened around her throat. She could not help but to think on it's usefulness, before holding down a shudder. She could tell he planned on depriving them of the barest necessities of live, preserving their existence through the use of these collars. Her 'trainer' untied her gag and she dipped her head in a formal thank you, acting as though the man were her servant, performing a task she had set for him.

The head Slaver waved a hand over his ring and her eyebrow raised curiously before the collar tightened. She tried to gasp but her air was cut short. Other girls in the line made choked noises against the magical devices, whimpering as they tried to breath. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from doing the same, her eyes closed so the look of panic that was creeping across her features wouldn't be as noticeable. She reminded herself that the slavers would not kill them, they were their meal tickets... An investment. It made her stomach turn to think of herself that was, and she smothered a low shudder. She forced her eyes open again, staring calmly at the man sufficating her. Whatever it took... She would not be broken by him.
 
Captian Janek watched the new slaves choke and turn red, start gasping like fish... all but the elf. She endured, closing her eyes and controlling herself. Oh, she was going to be trouble, he knew already. He'd mentioned to the others he might have to take over her training, himself, so he'd assigned her to Morrok, knowing the beefier man wouldn't mind stepping aside; as the thickest-built of the crew, he was often called in on training sessions to give that extra stretch, so it's not like he was going to be lacking for womanly holes to fuck this voyage.

He waited until faces turned red, and when the first few started to pass out from lack of air, he waved his hand over the ring again, releasing them. He waited until they roused, some trainers speeding the process with a judicious slap or two until they were all paying attention again. "Stay silent, all of you, or you all get more of that. All trainers have such a ring. They work on intent; they can trigger one collar, or several, depending on what the wearer wishes. We have a surplus from our projected catch, and we already had some leeway for losses built in; I'm sure none of you wish to be written off as an accounting statistic and have your bodies fed to the sharks, so behave and obey and you'll come through fine."

He began to stroll up and down in front of the slaves again. "Here are the rules. You are expected to be silent unless spoken to. You are expected to obey the orders of any man on this vessel. Your trainer's commands outrank everyone's but mine, and mine outrank everyone's. You will address all men as 'Sir,' you may also address your trainer or myself as 'Master,' and it's acceptable to call me 'Captain' as well. Now listen very carefully: the concept of 'I refuse' does not exist for you any more. You don't get to refuse anything. You receive an order, you do it. You don't have to like it, you don't have to be good at it, you can tell us you've never done it before, but if you balk at it, if you refuse, you will be punished, and severely. Obedience is the primary lesson, and your main task as a slave. Everything else you can learn, once you've mastered obedience."

He sighed, and his voice got meditative. "You're probably thinking 'what did I do to deserve this?' You did nothing. None of this is your fault; it's how Fate works. I'm sorry, but this is the life you've been given, and it's up to you to cope with it. Some of you may be planning escape. Well, there's no escape from this ship. We're taking a course through the deep ocean, so even if you somehow managed to escape the bonds and the collar, there's nowhere to run. After you're sold, well, escape is not a good idea. Most places are very well-acquainted with escapees, and they never get a second chance. Some of you may be thinking you'll never break, you'll never become a slave." He paused and looked up and down the row. "That may be true, deep inside. But if you're smart enough to resist, you're smart enough to learn how to fake it, so you can survive. And it's my experience if you fake it long enough, it becomes the truth. But either way, you have to learn the lessons we're going to teach."

He went to the far end of the row, and stared down at the girl. Her trainer made her tilt her head up to face Captain Janek. The captain looked her deep in her eyes and said quietly, "Do you understand?"

"Yes," the girl whispered.

Janek's face hardened. He held up the ring in front of her, and hovered his hand over it. "I think you forgot one of the rules. Let's try it again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir!" the girl cried, terrified.

Janek nodded. "Good girl." He moved up the row to stand in front of the next girl, who raised her own head to gaze at him blankly. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl..." And so it went, moving up the row toward Kaura.
 
Kaura stared ahead as the other girls gasped and became unresponsive. For a second she feared they would pass out, while her own biology left her more capable of holding her breath for longer. She considered, briefly, pretending to need air as they did, but shrugged off the thought. She had come this far in her reservem acting out now would only make her real intentions all the more obvious.

Still she gasped when he released her, breathing deeply, and evenly, as the burning in her lungs subsided. She kept her face a placid calm as he spoke absorbing every word as though it were her lifeline... As it likely was. She took note in her mind of all the things she could and could not do, thinking of when disobedience might ne nessicary to further her forming plan of survival.

He stopped, moving to the girl furthest from herself, to ask if she understood. The girl responded quickly... But inaccurately, and Kaura felt a twinge of pity. These girls needed to remember who held the power, for now.

She corrected herself at the threat of suffication again, and kaura breathed in deeply, relieved. That bit of comfort did not last long, though, as the Captain approached, and her eyebrow rose some as his eyes locked onto her own. A low shiver ran up her spine, not enough to be visable to anyone else, but it made goosebumps rise on her flesh... This man seemed to have his eye on her, and she dreaded that attention.
 
"And as for you, my elven outcast," he crooned, almost pleasantly. "Do you understand the rules and your situation, as I have laid them out for you?" He waited for her response before continuing, still in You are a special case. You've got more will, more experience to draw from, if I'm not mistaken. You will be a special project. I would have to check the records, but to my knowledge, no one has ever enslaved an elf before."

"You... I'm taking personal care of." The other slavers murmured amongst each other; the captain hadn't taken a trainee personally in a while. He turned to the rest of the line. "You will have ample opportunity to remember the rules. Trainers, take your charges."

The trainers stepped around to the front, the first time they were really visible to their new slaves. Some of the girls whimpered, one cried out, at the sight of the men who would control their lives for the length of the voyage. They all got leashed by lengths of chain, and dragged to their feet. Kaura would eventually discover there were dedicated Training Cabins down there, cells where the slaves would stay and sleep with their Masters and be gruelingly trained, when they weren't out in the ship doing... pretty much the same thing.

That wasn't to be Kaura's fate, however. The captain leashed her, and tugged upward on the chain, urging her to her feet. He glanced at Morrok, her erstwhile trainer. "Keep us on course, you know the routine." Due to the prevailing winds, travel to their hunting shores was fast, barely a week. Travel home, largely against the wind, took much longer. But that suited them fine, for the kind of things they needed to accomplish on the journey home.

"Come, elf, you get to stay in the captain's cabin," he said leading her into the structure at the back of the ship. He took her into a dim little room; initially, she couldn't see much of it, her eyes still adjusting after the bright sun on the deck. As she was blinking in the comparative dark, he asked her pleasantly, "You've done well to keep your opinions to yourself. Do you think you can continue that for... as long as you have to? Hmm?" He shut the cabin door behind them with a solid-sounding slam.
 
Kaura watched in silence as the Captain asked each of the girls in turn if they understood the rules. None made the same mistake as the first of misaddressing him, which Kaura was grateful for. She dd not want to watch another woman tortured by these men.

Finally he was upon her, and she kept her expression as calm as ever as he asked a variation of the same thing. "I understand perfectly, Captain." She said as regally as she could, addressing him as though her were her escort on a journey, rather than her captor.

He continued talking as though he hadn't noticed, spelling out her fate aboard the ship. Terror welled up again, doubled by the whispering of the other slavers. It took all her will to sit there calmly, staring into the eyes of the man who held her fate. He was a smart one, calm and calcultating, not unlike herself. She almost frowned, she would prefer a savage brute who would not notice her subtle disobediences. This man... He will be trouble.

The other girls were quickly wisked away, and Kaura missed their presence almost immediately. The captain chained her himself, escorting her to his chambers as though it were a special treat. She was led back to a small room in the back, she blinked against the darkness, trying to adjust to the lack of light once again.

He closed the door with a firm slam as he asked about her keeping her opinions to herself. She turned to face him, forcing herself to not blink against the darkness in the room. "I cannot, I fear, my Master." She said, forcing her tone to be calm and melodious, even through his awful title. "I cannot respect a man, or a crew, who would kidnap young women and force them to do their bidding. I cannot hold my tongue against a country that steals innocents from their homes, and forces them to endure the most humiliating of tortures. I will not pretend that I am made of stone against losing my own innocence to such people." She folded her arms before her, head held high and regally. It hid her breasts from him, for the moment. She knew she would pay for her words and actions, but she was not done just yet. "You are a smart man, surely you must realize that I am more trouble then I am worth. My people abandoned me because I was wild, but there are still those who see me as a symbol of rising change in the Elven society. When they learn I have been captured, they will bring me back, so that my shame will be a lesson to all rebels to not leave the safety of our home." She smiled internally. The best lies were always laced with the truth. This was certainly one course of action her people could take. Or, they could leave her to her own ill fate, to be used as the humans would, her ongoing torture the deterant they needed to keep the rebels in charge. "Release me and the other girls now, and no harm will come to you or your crew."
 
He listened to her with an interested gaze, and when she delivered her ultimatum, he kept a straight face, although he smiled broadly at her. "You know, Scythians have been raiding the coastlines for hundreds of miles around both sides of the Ri'an Ocean for all of our history. Used to be, we would blow in, raze a town, steal everything worth anything, put all the men to the sword and carry away all the women. Now, we've evolved. We don't need to take the cattle, we don't need to kill anyone. We don't even hit the same town twice in a decade. We've evolved, become civilized. Compared to some, it may be we have a ways to go yet. If what they say about elves is true, perhaps you'll be there to see it."

"But what we are is what we are. This is how we live, how we provide for ourselves and our families. Would you prefer we go back to the old ways, raiding and pillaging and murdering, setting the coasts on fire? Scythia, the scourge of the Ri'an, once again?" He shook his head. "You may not approve, but we are no better or worse than the rest of nature. We prey as the wolf, as the falcon, and with as much right as they. We choose only that which we need, and spare the rest. These weren't even the prettiest girls in the village; we have to leave the best stock to breed the future. And, frankly, though I am impressed with your intelligence and self-possession... it doesn't affect your situation, or what I expect of you."

"And, if you'll pardon my saying so, there are two problems with your bluff. If your people abandoned you, why would they concern themselves with what happened to you? 'That's what happens to rebels who leave the fold' or the like. And..." he stepped close, taking hold of her leash chain and pulling her up close to his face. "You have another problem. One that's a bit more persistent."

He drew her close, her crossed arms touching his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he chuckled almost silently. He leaned in and whispered in her ear: "Nobody knows where you are." He leaned back to look in her eyes a moment, then leaned in to the other ear. "When you touch land again, you will be hundreds of miles from home. It will take months, years for the rumor of an elven slave to reach the delicately pointed ears of anyone who cares, and by then..." his voice dropped to a whisper, "...it will be far too late."
 
Kaura listened to his speach silently, not making any move as she waited for him to finish. He spoke well, for a human, his calm words would likely sway the mind of another creature, but Kaura remained unmoved.

Though she did growl darkly in her mind as he called her bluff. It was obvious that her tricks would not work on him. He understood the politics of the world far too well.

He moved in too close to her for her comfort, his chest pressing against the arms that shielded her own. His face was suddenly inches from hers, and it took all her will to keep her features calm. She knew he was right, which only served to fuel the terror. If her people were willing to save her, it would be years from now, and she would likely not be the same woman she was right now.

"I would thank you to step back." She said quietly. "And not spout about your own self justifications. Whatever helps you sleep at night is your buisiness, no matter how contradictory and hypocritical it may be."

She moved quickly, with a speed possesed by few outside of her own race. She grabbed the hand he used to activate the ring and twisted it, spinning herself. "And I am not a weak human girl, either." She told him even as she moved, ever calm and dignified. She knew she stood no chance of beating him, but that was not the point here.

Her long leg lashed out, aiming a kick for the back of his knees, to make him fall to the ground while he kept hold of his wrist firmly. "I would be grateful if you remembered this."
 
"I would thank you to step back," she started, and he couldn't keep his eyebrow from raising. This one certainly did have spirit, and apparently no real sense of where she was.

And then she moved, fast. He had to admit, he was surprised, both that she attempted the attack and with how fast she was. He'd never really seen an elf before, so he wasn't prepared for the swiftness of her action. When she grabbed his hand, though, he was on familiar territory. Although his crew tended to avoid fights when they could, that didn't mean they didn't know how to fight; they were all skilled warriors. In fact, he himself had been trained by his uncle, who had learned some of the fighting arts of the faraway Kingdom of Wu. So he recognized a variation of the wrist lock, and he expected a kick to the back of the knees should logically follow.

And yes, there it went, an excellently executed kick. He wouldn't have been able to block it or escape her wrist lock. His best option was to kick his legs out, remove his knees from the arc of her kick by dropping down onto his back on the deck. He knew how to fall safely from a much greater height than that, so he wasn't even particularly winded by the impact. He gazed placidly up at her as she kept hold of his wrist and recovered from her kick not landing. "Are you about done?"

Without waiting for a response, he merely said the nonsense word "Leeleeloo" in a calm, almost bored tone of voice, and instantly her collar seemed to heat up, flaming pain lancing from her throat up her face and down her chest. It felt like the collar was literally white hot, and scorching into her tender flesh.
 
Kaura spun out, twisting his wrist in her hand as she spun in a low arch to knock his knees out from under him. Her eyebrows rose when she passed through air, and the man was already falling to the ground. She stared down at him as he landed on the deck, in perfect form. It was an amazing feet for an Elf to avoid one of her kicks, for a human it was unheard of.

He asked if she was done, and she was just preparing to tell him that she was indeed, when he chanted a very short spell, and the collar arounf her throat grew unbearably hot. She gasped, and fell to her knees, eyes wide as she released his wrist and squeezed her eyes shut. She hunched over slightly, her lams flat on the floor as her body trembled in pain. It was as though the metal itself was heated to the point of menting, pressed firmly against her as it seared her flesh. "I..." She forced out, grinding her teeth to keep from whimpering in pain. "I am done Master..."
 
It wasn't so much he saw the kick coming as he was already expecting it from the wrist lock, and when he felt her body shift he just reacted, and even then, barely succeeded. But the look of surprise on her face was priceless. She probably thought of him as some kind of badass now; he didn't want to change that opinion, so he just smiled, gently.

Then, when he tripped the collar's emergency trigger, it was her turn to surprise him. She fell to her knees beside him, but instead of clawing at her collar like most would, she pressed her hands to the deck and merely gasped out her response. Nearly everyone he'd seen who experienced that pawed at the collar and found it cool to the touch, as the sensation of burning was merely a magical trick, painful and debilitating, even if you knew what it was, but not physically damaging.

With his hand free, he waved his hand over the ring, canceling the pain. He rolled away from her and rose to one knee; he could have gotten up in a flashier manner, but the effort wasn't needed. "Unlike many, I appreciate an intelligent woman. However, you realize I cannot let this stand." He rose and walked over beside her, standing as she stayed kneeling on the ground, still recovering.

"If you pulled that on one of the trainers down belowdecks, they might do something like THIS," he hissed as he kicked her brutally in the side, half impact and half shove, rolling her on her side. He bent over and grabbed her chain leash with his left hand, hauling her up to a sitting position by her tight metal slave collar. "Others might have done THIS," he grunted as he pulled his right hand across his body and backhanded her with a full strength swing, his considerable muscle sending the smaller woman reeling, despite her preternatural toughness.

"But I think you deserve special treatment," he growled, as he dropped her chain and instead grabbed her by one delicately pointed ear. Ears that size, he knew they had to be at least as sensitive to touch as a human's ear, so he mercilessly dragged her, forcing her to crawl and scramble to keep from getting her ear ripped off (or so it felt like), all the way over to his bunk. There, he pulled her up to her knees by the ear, grabbed her collar with his right hand, and bodily threw her onto his wide, soft mattress with the silken bedclothes, watching her bounce with a wicked grin.
 
Kaura heaved a heavy sigh of relief when the pain finally vanished. She resisted the urge to touch her throat, testing to see if it was still intact, because she knew it was. She knew without a doubt that is the collar had burned that hot, it would have scoarched her neck, and the sickening smell of burning flesh would b n the small room. That realization did not help much against the painful shivers running through her body.

She saw him get up and tensed, knowing her punishment was not over. And again she was right. He demonstrated what the other slavers would do, attacking her brutally.

His first kick drove all the air from her lungs, and she rolled over, clutching at her sides with a small groan of pain. He snatched at her collar, dragging her to her feet before bringing the back of his hand across her face. She gasped slightly, seeing spots as they passed across her eyes.

The blows she could handle with little sound of protest, but when his fingers locked onto her overly sensitive ears, she almost screamed in pain, biting her lip to lower it to a loud whimper. She crawled after him, trying to as close as possible to keep from having an ear ripped away. She couldn't see where he was leading her, so focused on keeping the pace, until he dragged her to her feet. His hand locked over her collar, and she felt herelf get lifted into the air, and tossed onto something unbelieveably soft.

For a brief second she looked confused, looking around before realizing she was on his bed. Instantly she tried to look calm again, tucking her feet under her, and folding her hands in her lap at such an angle that it kept both her breasts and sex hiden from view. "What do you plan to do, Captain?" She asked, trying to keep her tone even, but even a human could recognise the growing look of terror hidden in her angular eyes.
 
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