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Breaking a pet

Kaura moaned and twisted under his continued touches. His fingers at her clit, rubbing furiously while he pumped made her gasp with each new wave of sensations. His teeth grazed over her ear, and he sucked on it gently, talking low into her ear, commanding her next move.

She didn't like letting him know about all her sensitive parts, and a wiser part of her dreaded how he would use this information later in the voyage... But the more immediate part just lay and groaned as he sucked gently, his ragged breath hot on her skin.

He reached up, and with one quick tug her arms had more room. She gave a thankful side, lowering her arms just slightly to relieve some pressure the short leash had caused.

He kept whispering to her, urging her orgasm, pumping in and out of her steadily while his hands and mouth worked to send her over the edge. Within a few minutes, it did, and she bit her lip against a scream, arching and writhing ad he brought her through it. The feeling was beyond incredible, almost too much for her to take. Her body responded even more to his touches, and she trembled slightly as she came down.

Finally his fingers stopped working, and his mouth pulled back from her ear some. His manhood still pumped in and out of her, but that sensation she could handle. When he asked if she wanted his to stop she shook her head, turning to look at him.

It was strange, but even though this man had taken her, and held to remorse for causing her pain, she wanted to return the favor of pleasure. She didn't want to stop, or change what they were doing... But didn't want to admit this fact to him. "I can handle it Master." She whispered, "Please don't stop yet..."
 
He reveled in her orgasm, her twitching and trembling. But he might as well show her more of what was possible. If he wanted to etch this first experience in her mind the way he had promised to, he had to give her more to work with.

He nodded, and leaned in to kiss her again. Then he straightened and folded her legs up, bending them high. He didn't pull out, but he did stop thrusting until he changed positions. He folded her legs up, and moved over them, back above her, but he didn't let her drop her legs. Instead, now that her hands were loose from the bed, but still chained together, he had more mobility. He rolled them over on the large bed, until he was on his back with her over him.

He gazed up at her, a twinkle in his eye. "Now you get to be in control," he said, his hands moving to her breasts, massaging and playing with her nipples. "Explore. Try some movements. Go ahead... feel free!" He smiled at her, her hands on his chest, supporting herself, while he stroked her sides, her breasts, her arms, her thighs. He'd never pulled out of her, and how her weight rested on his pelvis, pushed him deep inside her, and he raised his hips, going even deeper, grinding into her from below.
 
Kaura sighed as she came down, and accepted Janek's kiss, returning it with a tender one of her own.

He pulled back, and started bending and twisting her body. His length somehow never left her body as he looped her leg over him, moving on top once again, before rolling them both over so she found herself leaning ontop. His cock was still buried inside of her, and he ground from underneath, a smile on his face.

'Feel free' She could have rolled her eyes at that! She wanted to tell him it was easier to feel free when you are free, that pretending to be in charge was only a cruel mockery of the real thing. Even now that he gave her reign over their contact, she only had the choice to continue. She shook her head slightly, and smiled back at him. All these sensations were driving her wild, bringing her places she never knew existed, and she was not going to ruin it with a sarcastic, albeit accurate, comment.

She grinned with him, almost cautiously pumping her body against his. Her hands, bound together by the chain, rested in the center of his chest, propping her half-erect as her hips slowly thrust.

After a few minutes of getting used to being on top, she sat up. She moved her legs to her feet were against the mattress, as though she were about to stand up. Her hands trailed down him, tracing his scars idly before pressing gently on his lower abdomen for support. She lifted up some, almost pulling him out, before pushing back again, 'bouncing' on his cock. It was slow at first, but quickly picked up speed. She moaned as she moved, watching his reactions to see how she was doing, hoping that she would be able to make him cum this time.

Her breasts bounced with each movement, and it made a slow flush grow in her cheeks. It felt somehow different, being on top, his eyes watching her as she moved and brought them both pleasure.
 
He couldn't suppress a moan as she started to move herself over him, bouncing and plunging herself onto his length. Her movements brought her breasts out of easy caressing range, and he was half-tempted to swat at them playfully at arm's length, but realized that would not be in the spirit of the experience.

With her in control, he no longer concerned himself with whether or not he was hurting her. He just relaxed his body and let her go, his hands caressing her flexing thighs until one of his hands stroked lower, his thumb sliding over her button again and staying to circle and rub.

He wasn't going to be able to pace himself this time; with her flexing and moving, her lovely breasts juddering with each impact, she would be able to keep going, to push him into climax. From the way she was looking at him with each sound of passion he made, this was what she wanted, and he was going to give it to her. But he wasn't going to go alone into that orgasmic bliss; indeed, if he could make her climax again, his brief experience with her so far indicated her contractions and spasms would likely be enough to pull him over the edge with her, if he could hold out long enough...

That brought up a question in the back of his mind. When would her "first time" experience end? He'd promised her a gentle and good first time (well, as gentle as she wanted it), but they'd captured her in the morning, and by now it was around midday or so. He was supposed to be well on his way to breaking her in, which he supposed was going on, sure, but he was hardly establishing her place in the world as yet. Troublesome, but then again, he'd taken her because she was likely to be the most difficult capture they'd had in a long while, so some delays were to be expected. And who knows? Perhaps this indulgence of his could bear future fruit?

But it still begged the question; when was it over, exactly? By morning, absolutely, and not immediately upon his orgasm, surely not. But that left a whole half-day and a full night of gray area...
 
Kaura moved and ground into Janek, moaning softly in rhythm with her thrusts. Every sound he made drove her to do more, pushing faster, moving her hips against his to push him over the edge.

She pushed him deep inside of her, deeper then he had been thrusting before. She buried his entire shaft into her, only a little painful the first few thrusts as her body adjusted to the presence.

His hands roamed across her hips, stroking them as she moved her body over his. One of his hands reached her clit, and stroked it gently, she gasped at the rush of pleasure consuming her again, and half wanted to bat his hand away. Her focus now was entirely on making him cum, but he was driving her once more to that state of bliss that she'd never known before. It made her tremble as she tried to hold down the rising wave of pleasure. Each thrust was not only forcing her Master closer to cumming, but herself as well. She had to make him go over, and quick. She would not be able to last much longer at this rate, a minute or two before her body came crashing into an orgasm.

She wanted him to cum, and knew he would before this first time was over. After this it would be completely about his own desires, and what he wanted to please his own needs. It was her duty as his sex slave, in his mind at least, to please him however she could. And she knew when that time came she would not be so eager to drive him on, as she was doing now.
 
He felt her intensity increase, felt her pushing harder, driving him in deeper into herself than before, and he loved it, he loved that she was into it, and knew she was trying so hard because she wanted to make him cum for her.

He could delay it, he could bring her off again and again and hold off his own orgasm until she was sore and tired. He could distract himself with a nursery rhyme, or some of the breathing exercises he knew. He could hold off for as long as he needed to; they all knew how to do that, with varying degrees of skill.

But that would be against the spirit of his promise. It was supposed to be a first time that was gentle, pleasurable. Satisfying. And right now, one of the things that would satisfy her was to bring him off.

So he let it happen. He let the arousal push forward, until he could feel his balls tightening, until his breathing was harsh pants, until his thumb was pressing harder than it needed to, his other fingers clenched against her thigh. "I'm close," he said, gasping. "Please, orgasm with me. Cum with me, let's cum together..."
 
Kaura panted and moaned, moving as fast as she could manage ontop of her Master. His length slid in and our of her, and his thumb pressed to her clit with increasing pressure. It was easy to see he was losing his control, whether intentionally or not she did not know. But seeing him like his, moaning and panting, gripping her as she choose their pleasure.... It was oddly arousing, driving her closer and closer to climax.

She moaned at his every sound, and nodded when he begged... Yes it sounded like he was begging... For them to cum together.

"I am close too Master." She moaned, half surprised the title came easily when in the heat of passion. "Please... Please I want you to come with me..." She broke off in a moan, her climax nearing. "Please!! Please!!" She groaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as she bounced, the rising pleasure almost too much to stand. "Master!" She cried again as she finally peaked, and was sent over the edge, her body clenching over him, and she struggled to keep moving, shaking and trembling from the unbelievable pleasure.

She came down, finally, and almost collapsed ontop him, physically and mentally drained. She panted slightly, resting her cheek against his chest. She knew he wouldn't let her stay like this for long... He might even launch right into his actual training... But for just a moment more she wanted to keep her guard down and pretend this was not all a cruel part of his 'training' process.
 
He felt her rise, and she shouted his title, his name, really, and started to spasm, and those contractions brought him over the edge. Just as she was starting to crest, as the feeling was swelling through her body, he exploded inside her with a deep gutteral groan, seeming to echo up from his very toes as his cock swelled and throbbed and jetted thick fluid deep into her, she could just about feel the impact of it inside her, as if pushing her own sensation higher. He was so caught up in the waves of his own pleasure, he almost missed her heights of orgasm as well.

Then she collapsed against him, still clenching around his bulk, and just relaxed. He liked the feel of her cheek against his chest, after all that. He wrapped his arms around her lithe little body, just luxuriating in the exhaustion that followed release. He also loved how the aftershocks of her orgasm kept clenching gently on his deflating length, giving his super-sensitive length a lovely little extra stimulus as he slowly grew softer. He didn't want to pull out, he wanted to wait until her body naturally pushed him out, it seemed... more intimate that way.

He gently played with her sweat-soaked blonde hair, and chuckled gently. "That was... incredible. Your passion, you... I was amazed at how you took to the experience," he murmured against the top of her head, cradling her body casually, keeping her comfortable against him, straddling him. "Let's just rest a while, catch our breath, hm?"

Yes, training would have to start. But as he'd told himself, they were still in the gray area of what constituted her "first experience." And he was enjoying it, in all honesty, just as it was. Her hands were cuffed, with a length of chain between them, she was collared, and calling him Master... that was more than enough to satisfy his controlling impulses right at this moment. So he relaxed and luxuriated.
 
Kaura sighed as she finally came down, and rested comfortably ontop of Janek. If this was to be her life as a slave, she could almost accept it. Cradled comfortably in the arms of this powerful man, as he played with her hair gently. It was tender and caring, making her nuzzle closer to him.

She felt him grow smaller after his orgasm, and slowly push out of her. His seed seeped out of her, mixed with her own juices and blood from the broken hymen.

Her hymen. The thought made her pause. Now that he was out of her she had a chance to heal it, if she was discrete. Such a simple trick of repairing the immediate damage before the flesh restored itself didn't even require a real spell. Her eyes closed for a second as she concentrated, sealing off the vessels and closing the damage so it was one smooth entry inside of her.

She finished as best she could, and sighed, glad to have it out of the way, before pushing up some, just enough to be able to see his face, and looked down at her... Master... with a quiet look of contemplation. "Not all women take so easily?" She asked quietly, her eyes now calm again as she gazed at him. It was an easy task for her to quell her emotions. Maybe not so expert at it as other elves, but still a quick change in the eyes of a human. "Or not all slaves take so well, considering the complexity of our situation?" It was a big distinction in her eyes. "Why do you do this?" She asked quietly.
 
The details of her healing went unnoticed by him; he was still luxuriating on the afterglow, and the simple pleasure of their bodies naturally decoupling. Then she spoke, and grew reproving again. He looked back at her with steady eyes, still warm in expression but cooling rapidly as he almost visibly slipped back into "slavemaster" mode.

"I do it because that's what my people do. My family, my culture. Ask the bear why he fishes in the river, ask the wolf why he runs elk to ground. It's what they do, how they live. It's part of them. And this, this is part of me."

"I know you don't understand it, I know it probably isn't something your culture does, and you think it wrong and sinful and evil. Doubly so, since you're on the receiving end of it. Well, so be it. But it's my people's way of life, and that's just how it is. I'm not the one who set this up, I'm just one of the ones who knows how to work the system, and is good at it."

He paused, and a note of warmth came back to his expression. "And no, not all women, whether slave or free, wring as much pleasure from their first time as you. Hardly any, in fact. I am impressed." He smiled gently at her, and caressed the side of her face, an easy gesture of affection. He did like her, after all, despite what his job (and hers) was.
 
Kaura watched him grow cold to her again, not surprising, but unsettling all the same. It reminded her again that this man was not er lover, but someone who had every intention of breaking her, and making her into a pet to be sold for another person's amusement.

"You are right." She told him, but laid back down again. She listened to his heartbeat for a moment, smiling, if only slightly. "My people do not believe in the possession of another creature. We co-exist with nature, so do not even own pets, as humans do. It is more peaceful that way." She almost leaned into his caress, feeling a swell of pride herself when he spoke of being impressed. She cursed herself for being so weak to kind words, and for a second almost wished he would be cruel to her. Pain was an easy thing to overcome, being violated she would learn to accept. If this was meant to be her life, she would have to learn to accept it.

She stayed silent for only a brief second, considering her words carefully. "I am sure you do not care much for the name of you... Slave." She said quietly, trying to hold her tone even, even across her own cursed title. "But I am Kaura. I do prefer it over 'you'."
 
He was quiet a short time. "Kaura," he repeated softly. "It's a lovely name." He sighed a bit, and sounded apologetic. "Names are... not something that comes up often." In fact, denial of names was one of the parts of training. "But I'll remember it. Even when I can't use it, I'll remember your name, Kaura."

He hugged her slightly and continued stroking her hair. "Are you... hungry? Thirsty? We have time to rest a bit." Before... what? How was he going to transition into what he had to do from what he'd ended up promising? That was the confusing part. He had no difficulty treating Kaura like a slave in training, which is what she was, but he had also enjoyed treating her mostly like a lover, both as a gesture for her first time (something he did feel a bit of pride about) and because he liked her, from the way she'd stood up to him verbally. So he had no problem with either extreme, but he was unable to figure out how to switch from one to the other. So he delayed, lingering in the pleasant calmness until he could figure out how to broach the subject. It wasn't like he wasn't enjoying himself, after all...
 
She couldn't help but to smile some. Even the knowledge that he would remember her name was a small comfort to her next to the idea that all else might be taken away.

His arms wrapped around her gently, comfortingly, and she let herself relax more. It was a hard task to get fully comfortable, with her wrists bound together, but his warm body pressed to her own felt almost natural after what they had just finished doing.

"I am not hungry right now." She murmered, "Not hungry or thirsty, just a bit worn, if you wish to hear the truth. I think I would just prefer to sleep, if you would rest with me." Her eyes met his, and she wondered for a second if he would allow it, or if he would view sleeping now as a waste of valuable training time.
 
He relaxed a bit more; he hadn't even realized he was tensing up. "I would. I would enjoy that. But... when we awaken... it will have to be different. You understand?" He gazed at her, his eyes soft. He had to train her for her future, after all. Some would say he should never have let her have a soft moment from when she was captured, but whether that was because they were cruel in general or because it set up false expectations in the slave's mind, that was debatable.

He could already tell that the standard approach of brutality and mindless obedience wasn't going to work with her. Nothing she did was mindless. He'd have to indulge in some cruelty, he was sure, but only for educational purposes; she had to get used to what might happen to her. But he thought he might have more luck with approaching it as instruction, as formal training for how to "act like" a slave, and then let repetition and familiarity work on her mind a bit. Given enough time, everyone's resolve weakened. This was natural, and normally not a problem, but to someone becoming a slave... well, it was the kind of break he was going to be looking for.

But for now, for this moment, he was utterly content with the woman in his arms, resting on his chest, as they lay on his soft bed. The fact she was an exotic elf former-maiden wasn't even on the front of his mind, as much as she was his, in several senses of the word, and she was calm and satisfied, and so was he.
 
Kaura nodded, "I understand." She whispered. She almost wanted to ask his name, to add some humanity to the man who claimed ownership over her, but it was not time for that yet. She had to be careful... And above that she had to be smart. This bit of softness he was showing her, a tender side that was not meant to be a part of slavery, she had to find a way to expand on it. But if she pushed too fast, tried too hard to make him see her as an equal and not just another body to have his way with... She did not doubt for a second it would make all her plans backfire. "Sweetdreams, Master."

It did not take her long to fall asleep, even with the collar clasped around her throat cutting her need for food and rest, she was exhausted from the events of the day. Her breathing became slow and even until she was resting quietly, cradled gently by her Master.


Some time later, hours it felt like from how rested she was, she began to wake up. She managed to half roll off her Master, no longer straddling him, one leg looped over his stomach, but still held in his arms. She felt that had her own hands been free she would have been holding him as well. She didn't want to open her eyes yet though, knowing when she showed signs of waking this bit of comfort would end...
 
Without the magical field of the collar to refresh and renew his body, Janek was sleeping naturally. He took a while longer to wake up than Kaura had, and when he did he stretched languidly and looked down at the elf woman at his side. He gazed at her for a moment, and idly stroked her hair once, then sighed, rubbed his face, and abruptly rolled out from under her, getting to his feet on the gently rolling deck and crossing the chamber to the stoppered water pitcher.

"Time to get up," he called in a loud, but not unfriendly, tone. "When your Master gets up, that usually means you need to be up, too. Let's get you started. It's already evening, now, by the look of it, and high time you started to learn."

He turned around with a tin mug of water, and gazed at her. He pointed to the middle of his open cabin floor. "I need you to kneel there. Up on your knees, knees spread about shoulder-width apart, with your fingers laced behind your head, elbows up and to the side."

He was going to try the instructional route: she was much more amenable to explanation than most, so simply forcing her to do things, while possible, was going to be less productive than explaining what was going on. He would have his opportunity to inflict some pain, to get her used to it, but he didn't need to do it yet.
 
Kaura rested peacefully, she wasn't tired at this point, but enjoyed the quiet sounds of sleep coming from her Master. He seemed peaceful and gentle in slumber, and she peaked an eye open to watch his face as he slept.

He started to wake, and she shut her eyes quickly, pretending to still be asleep. He stroked her for a second, and she could almost feel a pleasant smile on his face... But then he rolled away, off the bed and away from her. He called for her to get up, and she held down a wince... This was when things would get unpleasant, she knew. Pretending to sleep now would only serve to get her in further trouble, so she sat up, slowly, and watched Jenak carefully.

His orders were clear, and she complied, keeping her expression clear and even as she straightened, and moved gracefully off the bed, gliding to the middle of the floor. She knelt down, spreading her knees slightly before raising her hands behind her head.

She held her chin high, back erect as she gazed at the captain calmly. "Like this, captain?" She asked, her raising an eyebrow just slightly. She did not fully understand the point of this position. unless he planned to inspect her body... But he had seen quite enough of it the night before. She almost flushed when she thought about how easily she submitted to him. As much as she wanted to think that giving in was part of her plan, a well thought out strategy to have him like her... The truth was she enjoyed it, perhaps just as much as he. A fact she silently cursed herself for, not wanting any attachment to the slaver, knowing that would only complicate matters further.
 
Janek looked her over with a critical eye. He nudged her knees a little bit farther apart, tapped her elbows back a little more until they were straight out to her sides. "Actually, that's perfect. Very good. Now hold that pose."

He pulled over a stool in front of her, and sat down on it, bringing their faces just about even. He sipped his water as he gazed into her eyes, then he nodded. "If you're going to survive in this life, you're going to have to learn how to act. I doubt anyone will ever fully break you, but if you're smart, and you are, you're going to learn how to pretend that you're broken. Some owners think they can control every thought that goes on in their slaves' heads. That's a good way to incite a revolt, I've always thought. Your mind is your own. What's important is your actions. What you need to learn is how to behave as if your owner controls your every though, to obey completely and without hesitation; that's the way you preserve your true self deep inside."

He sipped, thinking about his own words. He had no doubt that every slave worth a damn had a spark of self hidden within; the truly broken ones were barely worth the labor you could whip out of them. That's why he didn't even try to remake minds actively, he just let repetition and familiarity take care of them for him. It worked to lull everyday free people into complacency, it worked just as well with actual slaves.

"This is your ready position. The kneeling indicates your subservient role, and your body is open and ready for your Master to inspect. You can do this standing, as well, but we'll stick to kneeling for the moment." He offered her a sip of water, holding his cup to her lips. After she drank (or didn't) he put the cup down, got up, and walked around her, actually literally inspecting her. He reached around from behind her and cupped her breasts, much as he'd done before, tweaking and testing her nipples. He then hefted and squeezed her buttocks, and slid against her nether lips once more, not in a teasing and romantic manner, but more investigatory, businesslike... as if he were examining a horse he was going to purchase. If he'd peeled back her lips to inspect her gums and teeth, it would have felt just the same.
 
Kaura let him nudge her into the pose he wanted, her body completely open and exposed to him. Like this nothing was hidden, and she was beginning to see why she was put into it, even as he tugged p a stool to stare into her eyes.

His explanation of her place was much like her own plans, which made her give a mental sigh. If he knew she would only act complacent then he knew that her every action would be planned. It made her current thoughts for survival almost silly, doing as an act of rebellion what he expected of her anyway. She didn't let him see his look of annoyance, meeting his eyes evenly as he placed the cup to her lips, taking a long sip. It was good to finally have a sip to drink, and made her realize that she had not eaten or drank for the whole of the day. The collar was likely the only reason her stomach was not protesting the lack of nourishment. Likely one of the most useful tools in their trade, ensuring the slaves were kept in top condition, even if they were fairly neglected they would be physically fit.

He began an inspection, much like a crafter would look at their newest product. He touched her breasts, and even though it felt purely business like, she could not help but to shudder as he pinched and pulled at her nipples. He roamed over her lips again, probing and professional, if such an act could ever be called such. "Do I satisfy?" She asked, her tone even despite the annoyance she felt at being handled like an animal up for sale.
 
"Don't speak like that," he said absently as he inspected a little more, sliding a finger into her pussy and feeling, yes, feeling the membrane again, very gently. She might not even realize that's what he was touching, but he felt it quite distinctly. "You didn't use an honorific title when you addressed me, your tone borders on insolence, and you haven't been spoken to. If you have some information your Master needs to know, or an idea to please him, then you can ask for permission to speak, but otherwise, talking out of turn will get you beaten." He moved to look into her eyes calmly. "You don't actually want to get beaten right now, do you?"

He finished his inspection and then sat down on the stool again. "Go ahead and sit back on your heels. Keep your back straight, like that. Some Masters will want you to keep your hands up, and we'll work on that, but right now, you can put your hands on your thighs. Turn them palm up, actually; that's supposed to demonstrate that you're open to your Master. It has the side effect of proving your hands are empty." He leaned forward and unlocked her wrists, tossing the manacles back on the bed. "This is your resting position. You'll probably spend a lot of time like this when your Master doesn't have work for you."

He sipped again, finishing off his water. "So. What have we learned? Show me your two positions and tell me what you've learned about speaking."

Yes, he was approaching this like one would teaching a child. In part, that was to humiliate her a little bit, maybe push her into frustration and temper. She did need to learn to control that tongue of hers. And, in part, it was to be sure the lessons were actually sinking in.
 
He corrected her absently, his fingers still exploring her. He slid a finger into her pussy, testing something, but she could not tell what. Maybe he was trying to see if she still had her hymen, and smiled slightly, glad she thought to heal the wound closed before the collar did. She grimaced slightly now, realizing that she had yet to bathe. She felt dirty, covered in dried sweat and their combined juices, but she doubted he would let her wash just yet.

She nodded slightly as he spoke, keeping herself calm through deep breathing. Controlling her words was always hard for her, she was always known for quick and biting remarks, but did not want to be beaten for her mouth. It would take some adjusting, but she would learn to stay silent... At least as long as she is a slave.

He explained the next position, just sitting back, with her palms up before asking her to repeat what she learned. "This is my ready position." She said, holding it a second more before sinking back, sitting on her heels and resting her palms face up on the top of her thighs. "And this is my resting position." She kept her eyes on him, still dignified and proper, despite being undressed and forced into the submissive pose. "I must address my Master as such, I must keep my tone even and my words kind, and I will only speak when spoken to, or after I have asked permission. Captain." She gave a small nod of her head at his title, her eyes locked onto his. It was, again, a dignified gesture of respect. One more likely to be seen from a noblewoman to her servants, rather than a slave to her Master.
 
He nodded, suppressing a smile. "Very good. Your eye contact needs a bit of work, though; a lot of Masters don't want their slaves to look at their faces directly, others want attention to their face all the time. But nobody wants that kind of superior, regal gaze you've got." He gestured to his own face, making a sour expression. "So you should work on that."

Without warning, his other hand shot out and slapped her, full strength, across the face. He didn't know if her elven reflexes would help her cushion the blow or what, but he felt like it connected well, and she pitched to the side as expected. He gazed at her as she recovered.

"You're wondering why I slapped you. Some Masters don't need an excuse to inflict pain and suffering on their slaves. Their punishments are random, without context, and harsh. I don't actually subscribe to that practice myself, but I have to get you ready for it. You may, at any time, for any reason or for no reason, be subject to pain and punishment. It's just part of your lessons." His voice dropped softer. "I take no pleasure in it. But it's necessary to prepare you."
 
Kaura continued to listen quietly as he spoke, making a face when he attempted to show her expression. It was completely off, her own face reflected a calm noble, while his looked as though he were chewing on a lemon.

He drew back, and without warning he slapped her. She turned her head when she saw it coming, but still almost fell over, her ears ringing from the force of the blow. Tears sprang into her eyes, but she forced them down, her head turned away from him until she cleared the expression of pain from her face.

She looked back at him, heat in her eyes. "You may not like it." She said in a forced calm voice, "But you still do it, and when the time comes you will sell me to whoever pays the most, without regard to whether he is a sadist or not." She relaxed her shoulders some, staying in the resting position as she awaited her punishment for her words. This time she was prepared, retreating into a state of medication, her eyes staring past him as she prepared. "As I said once before... You are not like the preditors who seek food for survival. There is not purpose in pleasure slaves besides personal satisfaction. It does not improve you economy, or benifit your country. There is no justification."
 
He sighed. "You don't know anything of our economy, our country, or any of that. Besides, it's not your place to know." He shook his head. "Yes, when the time comes, I'll sell you. You're unique in this world, and who knows how much you'll fetch. The whole crew could retire, possibly, you're potentially that valuable. So I'm not sure what you want to accomplish with this, other than to prove you're not yet ready to actually learn your place."

He shrugged. "And you didn't add 'sir,' 'Master,' or 'Captain' on the end of that diatribe, and so soon after reciting your lessons. Whatever you feel about me, or any owner, your position is such you need to use the proper language of address. Slaves have been killed for forgetting a 'sir' in the proper place." Not at all recently, but it used to happen, back in the heyday, he'd always heard.

"You're on all fours until you can learn to use the right address to everyone. No standing without express instruction to do so, and even then, when you're moved, you crawl." He wasn't going to beat her for this, not yet; that didn't work as well when they were expecting it. Humiliation was more the way to go, particularly with proud ones like Kaura.

"And until you learn to hold your tongue about the rest of it..." He reached to a table nearby. There were a number of tools, papers, and items kind of tossed onto there, and he fumbled until he found the one he wanted. It was a length of wood with rings on both ends; straps were also attached to the rings, and buckled behind. It was most like a bit and bridle, but not shaped for a horse's head, oh, no. The devious thing about the bit gag is not only did it mostly silence the slave, and make them feel like an animal in harness, it also didn't let them keep their lips closed, and sometimes the drool they couldn't stop was more humiliating than being called any name in the book. He stepped forward and held the bit to Kaura's mouth. "Open. Please."
 
Kaura frowned, she might not know their economy, but she understood well enough how economics in general work. If they were built upon the capture, buying, and selling of slaves, it was a system that would inevitably lead to their own destruction. Eventually other countries would retaliate against the capture of their citizens, maybe start a war, or create border guards to block of access to ports. Or they could set an embargo... Whatever the course of action, she had no doubt that slavery could ruin their country.

She almost winced when he spoke of honorifics, in truth she had honestly forgotten about his title, caught up in keeping her tone even so she would appear dignified and refined, rather than childishly complaining. She would need to remember her tone alone did not save her from punishment, though she had expected some backlash for her words.

He told her to crawl, and her eyes widened for a second. This man was smart, obviously, to not resort immediately to mindless brutality. He would let her own pride be her undoing, breaking her through acts of humiliation. But that was easy enough for her to overcome. The Elves in general were a proud race, but she was used to humiliation. Though... And she almost smiled for a second, she could use this well to her advantage. She would always act as though this were affecting her more then it was... He had his back to her, and in that time she allowed a quick smirk. It was like a game of chess... And she rarely looses.

He pulled out what seemed to be a horse bridle, but fitted too small. She widened her eyes some, as if in shock, before melting it back into a nervous calm, as though she were suppressing her anxiety. He walked back to her, requesting she open her mouth. She might have laughed, if it didn't completely contradict her current plan. His 'request' was simply another poorly disguised way of humiliating her. If he thought such simple tricks would work... Well he would not know that mistake until she revealed it.

Her eyes flickered up to his, and she raised an eyebrow. Dignified again, as though she thought herself above such treatment, her head high as she looked over at him evenly. She hesitated, just long enough to seem to think it over briefly, and then opened her mouth, just wide enough for the wood to stay in place.
 
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