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Portal - Innocence Lost (Black_Out and Loveme)

Apparantly Vorax was someone who even made Jericho nervous. To Rose, that made her extremely nervous. The barbarian himself was extremely scary in his own way, if it had been a rare encounter, Rose would of walked a different way to avoid him. He was very scary and the smell coming off of him, made her nose twist up.

They were all curious, wondering who he was, but all scared to ask. Until one brave soul did ask. Shaking her head, Rose watched as the man recieved a heavy hit to the head, his body immediately falling to the side as he did. Rose jumped as she heard the man scream.

It was a sacrifice for the prisoners, they soon were told who Vorax was. A war troll. Rose whimpered softly as Jericho moved in front of her. His hand sliding the cloth from her mouth. Swallowing, Rose nodded. She would keep that to herself, it wasn't something she enjoyed sharing with people. Looking down at her chest, she spoke softly. "Please... can you cover my breasts then....?

Rose turned her head away as she asked, not wanting to meet the same demise as the man who spoke before her had.
 
Jericho sneered and then laughed with a shake of his head as he looked down at Rose. "Whether or not your breasts are bouncing around for all to see won't matter much to Vorax." His hand stroked along her chin, for once using a softer touch to guide her gaze towards his. "Beside's, I like looking at them." His grinning visage dipped down to her bared chest as he dropped his hand from her chin and slapped the sides of her breast with a quickened slap of the open palm of his hand. "They bounce so nice."

As Jericho was looming over Rose, the pair of scouts that had vanished ahead finally returned to the clearing. A pair of skinned pig were hanging from a long sturdy branch that had been cleaned into a serviceable pole that the men carried between themselves upon their shoulders. Jericho looked over and allowed a smile as the men settled the pole across a pit of smoldering embers and flickering flames from mostly spent wood. "Ah, good, I'm hungry." He smacked his lips as he glanced down at Rose before stepping away to examine the catch that his men returned with.

The fire was tended to, and the flames grew until they licked at the prepared carcasses of the wild boars. Soon the smell of roasting pork saturated the air and wet the mouths of the gathered barbarians. A sturdy wooden modestly sized keg was rolled out from the nearby bushes and wooden mugs were passed out among the warriors. Soon their goblets were full of ale and the slaves were left alone as they filled their bellies with freshly roasted pig and ale until they were each content.

The remaining carcasses of the pigs were split up then, dropped unceremoniously on the ground before each of the roped line of prisoners in the center of the encampment. "Have at it." The voice of Jericho spoke up as after an initial pause the assorted prisoners lunged for the remains and fought to tear away hunks of the scrapes to fill their starving bellies with.
 
She was afraid of that, but it hadn't hurt to ask atleast. His touch against her cheek was the softest that it had been the whole entire time. The open palm of his hand against her breast made her jump out, the sudden slap wasn't what she had expected. Now with two reddened breasts, she groaned rather softly. She turned her gaze towards the scouts as he let go of her chin, watching as they carried a pig back to the camp.

Rose watched as they hung it above the fire, the smell of roasted pig soon filled the air of the camp. Causing the prisoners stomachs to growl even more in hunger. Rose took a deep breath, the smell of pig filled her nostrils and made her stomach growl. If the pig wasn't enough to make their mouths water, all of the men had mugs full of ale. Rose along with a few others groaned out in despair, hunger.

They all watched in unison as they tore into the pig. Saving little to none for the prisoners. What they did save for them had little meat, carcass and bones.

Rose wasn't ashamed, when Jericho spoke up, she grabbed the carcass that had been laid out in front of her and ate every single little thing she could off of it. It was amazing, even if it wasn't enough to fill her stomach. Dropping the empty carcass back in front of her, she readjusted herself as much as she could against the binds. Whispering softly, she spoke up for herself and the group.

"Jericho.... can we have some water.... please?" Rose assumed if they allowed them to eat, they should have no problem in sharing water. Her face was twisted into a begging one, puppy dog eyes that anyone would fall for.
 
Jericho glanced over from his half empty wooden mug of ale at the sounds of Rose's pleading voice. Cupping his mug in his hand the lanky muscular barbarian pulled himself up off the hatchet formed chunk of wood that he had been using for a seat and let his long legs carry him towards Rose. "Well, there is a price for everything, no better time then now for you to start understanding that" He stated coolly before tossing the contents of his mug down his throat, portions of the ale splashed down against his chest and dripped from his chin as he chucked the wooden mug aside as he stood before her.

His hand settled down along the top corner of her head, his rough fingers sifted through the light blonde mess of hair atop her head. The gesture of their guidance was subtle, but it led her head to squarely face the furs that draped along Jericho's crotch. "You want water for everyone, I want your lips around my cock." He spoke the words which were followed by a rumbling belch from the hefty meal and booze that sloshed about in his full belly.

As the stroking feel of his fingers sifted and clenched at her hair, Jericho lowered his other hand to his waist and pulled the layer of furs aside. He held the black and red tinted coat of a skinned fox aside like it was a curtain, revealing the shadow drenched shape of his flaccid cock dangling between his legs. "You drink down my cum, you can have some water, so get to work." Rose could feel the eyes of the other slaves nearby falling upon her, silently urging her to perform for Jericho so they could all get some water to drink.
 
That wasn't what she expected. Her nose was filled with his odor, his stench. Shaking her head, she looked at all the prisoners. They were going to rely on her to get them water. She wanted water herself, and it seemed the only way to do that was to suck his cock.

Her nose was soon pushed against his crotch, his fingers sliding into her hair gently.

The stroking feeling agaisnt her hair felt nice for once. As his other hand moved down to move the furs away from his crotch, her eyes looked down at his cock. It really wasn't something she wanted to do or had really done before. Her hands being bound left it up to her to use her mouth and that was all.

Leaning her head forward, she slowly took the head of his cock in her mouth, her tongue slowly teasing his cock as she slid him into her mouth. Slowly pushing him further into her mouth, she sucked and bobbed her head up and down along his shaft. Moans escaped her lips, the vibrations hitting against his cock as she moaned. She tried not to think of the stench or everyone watching what she was doing. But she was doing it for them. Rose continued the slow pace for a few moments before she picked up her speed. She wanted him to cumx wanted him to cum because of her.
 
The hard and rough hands of Jericho clamped down along the sides of Rose's head as she began in earnest to suck away at his manhood. He pulled on the woman's blonde hair draped head, forcing her to take his foul sweaty hardened member into the depths of her throat and gag upon it. Slurping and gurgling sounds poured out of Rose's lips when enough air was allowed to seep into her mouth and draw out sounds of her suckling mouth. She could feel the heat and throbbing in Jericho's cock as it stiffened until it was fully erect from the pleasuring of her mouth wrapped around it's width.

"Make sure you use your tongue you fucking virgin!" The voice of Angela cried out, cutting through the otherwise silent arrangement of captives gathered around Rose, connected by the singular length of rope that weaved from bound wrists to bound wrists. She almost immediately regretted the words, then remembered how much she enjoyed having a strong mans cock in her own mouth as the stout and shorter brute approached her. Soon he had his own flap of fur dragged aside and Angela's lips were furiously at work upon that cock. Jericho grinned as he shifted and rolled his hips, looking over to his second in command as he pulled at Angela's head now, guiding her to work on his own length.

"I have an idea." Jericho quipped as Rose gagged on the depth of his cock, the head of which brushed against the entrance of her throat. "Whichever one of these whore's get's us to cum first will be given water along with the others, while the loser will get water after she is fucked in the ass." His lips twitched with a downward glance towards Rose as the sounds of Angela's slurping attentions grew more furious at the pronouncement of a competition between the two prisoners.
 
Fucking Angela and her big mouth. Rose wanted to stop and slap her, but she knew she wouldn't be able to. The hardness of his cock grew in her mouth as she sucked his cock the best a virgin could.

Using her tongue as she sucked his cock, twisting around his cock, licking every single square inch of his shaft. She knew she had to win, her first sexual experience l didn't need to be in the ass.

Her mouth moved all the way down his length, her nose pressed against his stomach as she gagged on his cock. The tip of it was brushing against the edge of her throat, causing her to gag and cough. Her mouth didn't pull away, she powered through it as saliva ran down her cheeks.

Pulling away finally to breath, she made sure to use her tongue as she pulled away. Licking all the way up and then around his head. Her own drool was covering her mouth, her chest and his cock. Rose turned Angela out, focusing on his cock and trying to get him to cum before his second in command did.
 
Jericho felt his teeth clench as the muscles of his jaw ground down tightly, a hiss of pleasure surfacing from his lips. Hands clamped down upon the edges of Rose's head and as she renewed her efforts his hands began to force her more furiously then ever to win the competition. The tall barbarians head craned back as he let out a long groan as the feeling of Rose's tongue working beneath his embedded shaft plunging in and out of her mouth sent a surge of warmth and euphoric headiness through his quaking body.

The spurting heat of his seed splattered into the depths of Rose's mouth and further caused her to gag in reflex as the salty taste of Jericho's cum swamped the taste of the succulent pig from her mouth. Grunts and groans tightly poured out of Jericho's mouth as he wedged Rose's face against his belly and twisted her head against his crotch while the eruption of his cum drowned down her throat. He took a deep breath, shoulders rising and then slouching as the last of his dwindling seed spouted out from the head of his saliva smeared cock.

"Ohhhh...I think we have a winner." Jericho chimed as he moment after his climax burst, Angela had brought his second in command to fully unload within her mouth. Jericho patted Rose upon the cheek gently as he stepped back and let his shaft slurp out of the depths of her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva and cum dangling like a spiders web between her lips and the head of his shaft. "Good job, what's your name anyways, since you know mine." Jericho smiled towards her with an impish sparkle to his eyes as he let the flap fall back into place over his cock.

Already Angela was being turned about and forced onto her hands and knees as the stout second in command mounted her from behind and began to plunder the depths of her ass. The chubbier woman let out a gasping series of pained cries as she found her face forced into the grass and dirt of the forest floor as she was ravaged painfully for failing to bring him to orgasm first.
 
When his warm seed hit her mouth and the back of her throat, Rose moaned out rather loudly. It was so intense, so amazing and a ton of cum. She swallowed almost all of it, except for what come out when she gagged. She knew she had done her job well, the grunts and groans the man let escape his lips made her proud. Rose had done what she needed to do and she was damn excited about it.

When he patted her cheek, she grinned widely. A trail of saliva and cum trailing from her mouth to his cock. Watching as he let the furs fall back into place. Rose tried her best to wipe the saliva from her mouth, almost getting it all except for a few areas. The rest dangled onto her breasts.

Moments after Angela was finished, she was turned around and being fucked by the man. Rose couldn't help but laugh, but she knew Angela was far more experienced than she was. Snapping out of it when Jericho asked her name, she turned back to face him.

"My name is Rose...." Rose nodded, and spoke again. "Water please sir?"
 
"Look at you learning your manners, your a bright one, Rose." The coarse lips beneath the strangling tangle of Jericho's dark black beard curled upwards. "Give the slave's some water." He barked in his deep and bellowing voice as he turned away and gathered up the mug he had tossed aside prior to having Rose surround his now satiated manhood. He settled back on the chopped bulk of a log once again as he leaned over towards the nearby keg of ale and filled the wooden vessel to the brim. Mug clasped in both hands, Jericho idly chatted with the other barbaric warriors under his leadership. They laughed and cheered Jericho's right hand man on while he plowed into Angela's rear until he rose triumphantly from the groaning brunette and joined the others around the fire.

They seemed to be growing relaxed as the ale did it's job and settled the busy warriors down from the long days work they had all put in. All the while Jericho stole glances towards the gathered slaves, and at Rose in particular as a clay jug of water was passed between the tethered slaves. With the sun setting and the darkness of night beginning to creep over the lands a large thud could be heard echoing from somewhere out in the depths of the growing mass of shadows that surrounded the encampment. Another crunching sound was followed by more, as every rumbling step drew something outright enormous by the sound of things closer to the gathering at the clearing. "Vorax is coming, be ready." Was all that Jericho said as the men all began to rise to their feet and gather up their weapons, holding them at the ready by their side, but hardly in any threatening manner from the looks of their posture.

Soon in the dim light that the sun still served up the sight of immense branches well over ten feet off the ground could be seen bending and creaking as they were parted with ease by whatever was approaching. There was a rumbling heavy breath that emerged to their ears shortly before a figure that towered well over even Jericho's six and a half foot frame. Vorax snapped a stout branch off that cracked into the beasts thick skull and tossed it aside like it was a meager twig. His skin was dark as the deepest greens of the forest, and pocked with warts and old scars. Heavy ridged ivory horns curled out of the side of Vorax's angular and gaunt head that show cased a massive overbite that displayed thick and foul looking tusks that jutted up from his lower jaw. He was well over twice Jericho's height, and a black leather wrapped handle that looked like a club in its own right connected to a sword that was curved, jagged, and glistening razor sharp metal and probably weighed more then any of the men present. Across that was a bow of polished black wood that was thick enough to probably be considered a ballista that had arrows that might as well be spears popping up out of a quiver slung across his boulder thick shoulder.

Heavy ridged metal plates added perhaps unnecessary further protection to what looked to be skin thick enough to stop an arrow from piercing it. As the towering form of Vorax strode into the midst of the encampment with steps that elicited thunderous sounds from the earth that rumbled beneath his powerful mass the War Trolls dark and beady gaze leveled itself upon Jericho and the creature spoke. "Well, well, Jericho." The voice of Vorax was gravelly and sounded like stone shifting across stone. "You know the price, I'll take whichever one I want for you to pass on safely towards Piom." Spittle fell from the misshapen maw of the War Trolls mouth as the shadow of his bulk fell over the gathering of slaves and his insidious gaze followed upon them.

Jericho and his mates simply watched, doing their best to hide their scowls as the towering figure that was Vorax looked from slave to slave, twisting his thick and filthy lips in consideration. There wasn't much they could do, Vorax would wipe the floor with the lot of them and most likely come out unscathed in short order as the creature had a sickeningly effective ability to heal it's own wounds in moments. No, they would just have to let things play out and hope for the best, that was until Angela opened her mouth. "That..that one is a virgin!" She pointed to Rose and squealed out. "Take..take her!"
 
The water was a very nice appreciation to their dry mouths. Rose drank hers greedily and passed it further along the line of slaves. All had seemed to calm down for the night. That was until she heard something big moving towards the camp. Her eyes watched branches and trees fall as whatever made it's way to them. Hearing Jericho say it was Vorax, Rose whimpered.

When Vorax moved to the clearing, Rose felt her eyes widen. He was an ugly dude, Jericho looked like a saint compared to Vorax. The warts, the horns, the skin. Rose knew in that moment that she had to do what it took to stay with Jericho.

The camp was quite as Vorax looked over all the slaves, trying to make his choice. Rose silently hoped and prayed that he wouldn't choose her. So far he didn't seem interested. That was until Angela opened her fucking mouth again. Feeling her heart beat race, the heat coming into her cheeks, Rober whimpered and fought back.

"Says the girl who couldn't get a man to come first. Your really going to try and call someone else a vrigin?! Learn to give better blow jobs."

Rose scoffed at her, giving her a look that could kill. Daring her to say something else about her. If she had the chance, Rose would slap her or worse if she could.
 
Angela leaned to the side and looked past the line of seated captives between her and Rose. She scowled towards the blonde at the front and snapped back. "You had a full minute head start, hell his dick was already in your mouth and my man came moments after yours did!" Angela had worked as a whore in a brothel back home and had truly taken some measure of offense from the fact that an inexperienced woman like Rose had managed to best her somehow.

Vorax's dark eyes hovered over the line of slaves and if there was any amusement at the back and forth bantering between the two prisoners it was hard to tell as his crackling voice bellowed out. "Shut the fuck up, the both of you." The towering war troll turned his beady malicious gaze over to Jericho who was looking none to pleased with his lips twisted in a manner that displayed his disdain. "So, Jericho, which one is the virgin, or should I take both the whores off your hands?" Jericho's scowling visage arose from the line of slaves and met the massive beasts blackened orbs and he swallowed back a lump in his throat.

Sure, he could lie, tell him that it was Angela, but Jericho knew the War Troll wasn't dumb or nieve like his lesser kin were. No, Vorax was a rarity among the trolls, one that could use not only his impressive brute force, but was quite capable of engaging in duplicity and subterfuge. There was little doubt in Jericho's mind that if he lied, it would eventually come to light and the War Troll would visit a hellish toll of retribution upon him in return. "The blonde is." He let out with a sigh of resignation and an apologetic glance towards Rose.

"Then I'll take her." Vorax spat out as he stepped towards Rose and with a flick of the sharpened claw of his index finger the line connecting her to the train of slaves was sliced in half. "On your feet girl, your coming with me to Piom, and your going to listen or I'm bust that little pretty mouth of yours wide open." The looming War Troll stared down at Rose, daring her to speak back as he snapped his fingers and beckoned her to rise to her feet.
 
Rose's heart sunk as she heard Jericho mutter the words. "No... no....please!" Shaking her head, Rose glared over at Angela then back at Jericho. "Please... he is lying! It's her! Not me....." She didn't know what else to say or do. Fucking Angela had to open her mouth yet again. If she could just smash her face against a rock....

Rose whimpered as she felt the power of his claw slice through the rope that connected her to the others. The ones she had started her journey with were going to stay there and she was going to be forced to go with Vorax.

Standing up slowly, Rose shook her head again. "No! I don't want to! I'm not going!" Looking up at the war troll, maybe he wouldn't want to deal with a fiesty one. Maybe he would change his mind and leave her. Rose set back down, her back towards Vorax as she held her head high.

"I'm. Not. Going." Her words were strong, thick through the night air.
 
Standing around fifteen feet tall and being broad as barn doors there was one thing Vorax wasn't accustomed to, and that was being dismissed. The War Troll glanced down with a smug expression at the back of Rose as she turned away from him. With a slight shift of his shoulders the muscles in Vorax's neck popped and his joints creaked before he brought the shield sized girth of the back of his hand sweeping down and bashed the stubborn blonde haired woman into the turf.

She'd be sore for awhile from that blow, and she would be lucky if she was left seeing stars for only a few days. Still, when Rose's head slammed into the ground it was lights out for the woman. By the time she woke, Rose found herself bouncing up and down against the massive back of Vorax, her body had been stringently tied together like she was a bound hog. Once more a gag of white cloth was wedged firmly in between her lips as she found herself moving through rolling hills, the forest scattered out behind her on the horizon in the mid morning light of the sun.

It was surreal how quickly the loping strides of the War Troll covered ground, and her body absorbed every lunging long step Vorax took as he carried her along like nothing more then a simple sack slung across the broadness of his back. Fields of wheat and barley zipped past them as Rose twirled, spun, and bobbed about against the thick hardness of Vorax's body. She could get a very intimate view of his weapons from where she was secured, the sword most impressive of all was easily as wide as her own body.

From time to time when the War Troll turned enough in the right direction Rose was offered a glimpse of the quickly approaching Northern plains. She could see distant trails of smoke in different shades of grey rising up from some hidden source beyond the hills and valleys they were passing through. People were spotted working the fields, wearing the scantest of garments not unlike the cloth Rose was once wearing before she was left naked by Jericho's hand. There were barbaric guards lingering by the slaves as they tended the fields and many of them took a long look at the imposing War Troll as it jogged by, leaving echoing thuds of it's strides in it's wake as it made it's way towards the town of Piom.
 
She woke some time later, her head pounding rather badly. She really even couldn't remember what happened, she knew she was sore and hurting like hell. Trying to moan out in pain, she realized that she was gagged once again. Looking up at her binds, she seen how she was strung together. Just like the roasted pigs from earlier.

Groaning deeply, she felt each and every thud and jerk of his movements. She was slung over his shoulders, like a bag of seeds. There were times that he would turn just enough and she could see the towns that they passed. One had slaves outside working in the fields with barbarians keeping watch.

Rose wondered to herself if the barbarians hadn't of been some of the very first people who were kicked into the portal. Maybe they were created when the portal was. But it did seem as if the smaller and frail humans like Rose and the group she had just been taken from were on the bottom of the chain.

Closing her eyes, Rose tried to get rid of the massive headache she had. Thankful that it had been to the back of her head. Not much damage had been done from the front. Groaning out, Rose whimpered softly. She was immediately regretting speaking back to Vorax.

Hoping they would be arriving to Piom sooner rather then later. The binds around her wrists and ankles had started digging into her skin a few miles back, the pounding of Vorax's steps only made her head hurt worse. Nothing she tried doing or thinking of helped in any way.
 
The trails of smoke in the distance grew closer with every passing minute that Vorax lumbered along, carried by his lengthy bounding strides. The obvious signs of a well traveled trail that was composed of pebbles and smoothed over stones that had been trampled into the ground with the repetition of travel upon them over the years was the first sign of civilization that Rose had seen since her arrival in these new lands. The next was the sweeping wall of wooden logs that wrapped about a settlement that was larger then her own home of Lenovo. It was from here that the dozen or so streams of smoke seen in the distance were wafting upwards from before they were dispersed with the breeze that rolled across the plains that Piom was situated within.

Arrangements of wooden barricades that brandished sharp tips in the direction of any forces that might try to storm the city were scattered about the perimeter of the Piom's walls. The terrain closer to the city became broken and uneven away from the main road Rose was carried down. Abrupt hills were followed by ditches and pits that were stuffed full of pikes of sharpened wood. Meant as much to dissuade an invading force, as they were to create second thought's from slaves that might consider attempting to escape in the night from the city. Yet another stern and none to subtle hint to squash one's thoughts for running for freedom could be seen in the variety of hounds that were often seen with the assorted barbaric guards that kept eye's upon the stock of slaves tending the fields about Piom. It was those towns that Rose thought she viewed on the way in that were in fact smaller camps where most of Piom's slaves of field labor stayed.

Piom was the only actual city this close to the Portal, and for that proximity it was the largest of the haven's that had been formed not long after the Portal began delivering new arrivals upon the soils of the lands that the barbarians she had been accosted by had called home for centuries before the Portal even existed. Their warlord's were quick to act, and for years now they had been collecting prisoners and forcing them into a variety of roles as slaves and servants. Some among the slaves though had found their freedom, proven their worth and shown their strength, rising out of the ranks of slavery and establishing families that now held sway along with the barbarians within the city of Piom.

Then of course there were the Slave Lord's of Piom, a trio of individual's that had arrived in the city unexpectedly in the cities earliest incarnation. They were two men and one woman, and the power they wielded and displayed upon their arrival had immediately shifted the balance of power away from the barbarians and into their hands. They were rumored to wield powerful magic's in the forms of weapons and armor and were gifted in the use of some of the more deadly rites of the arcane arts. These thing's were common knowledge to most in Piom, though of course the new arrivals new none of this lore.

Rose would soon find out though as the bounding War Troll carried her through the vast width of Piom's open gates and into the bustling sounds of a city paved with dirt roads that were pocked with puddles of mud. All about her were shacks of various ill repaired status, though a rare few buildings stood out that were built from stone blocks. The street's carried an assorted mix of people, some carrying pack animals laden with the latest harvest fresh from the fields. While hunters carried poles between themselves that displayed skinned carcasses of deer and other wild game. There was no glass to be seen though in any of the windows of the buildings that were scattered about Piom as the lumbering strides of Vorax slowed and the massive War Troll took to an easier more relaxed gait as he entered the city limits and carried Rose further along the main road towards the center of the town.
 
The woman had managed to some how fall asleep. Falling asleep either from the pain or from still being groggy from her earlier mishap. It was only when she could feel a change in pace of her captors pace and the hustle and bustle of other voices that brought her from her slumber. The change of Vorax's pace kept her from twirling around and about. Remaining still and in one area, allowed Rose to look onwards and into the town as Vorax led her somewhere.

It looked as if they were walking down the main road. Rose could see huts that were made of logs and some that had been made from stone. None of the buildings had glass in their windows, they were just open holes in the walls. Her gaze then moved to the hunters that carried meat on polls.

The further they moved into the center of town, Rose's nostrils were filled with a scent of roasted pig or deer. She couldn't determine which one. Her stomach growling as she took a deep breath, so desperately needing a full meal that would keep her stamina up. Knowing that when Vorax did set her down, she would have trouble standing due to the lack of a fulfilling meal and from the recent head injury she had gotten.

It was all so new to her, some what exciting to her if she knew that she would be a free woman. But she had went from Jericho, to Vorax and she didn't know where she would go after. But it looked as if she would never be a free woman again. Rose groaned as loud as she could, hoping he would hear her and maybe set her up right from the current position she was in. Currently wishing she would of been left with Jericho, it would of maybe been a much better outcome for her.
 
Carried through the streets of Piom, perched in her hogtied state upon the back of one of Vorax's enormous shoulders Rose was afforded a clear view of the rough and tumble settlement unveiling itself before her. Situated upon the rolling hills, the city of Piom was easily decades behind the times of her own home of Levono as several dwellings she passed by had seemingly fallen in on themselves due to poor craftsmanship. The main thoroughfare itself was a conglomeration of rocks and pebbles that had been simply strewn about the path and beaten into submission over the years by the passing of traffic upon the uneven road.

Most of the structure's they passed by were modest one story shacks of timber, clay, and limestone where the occasional rag and fur clad sight of a resident could be seen. The smells grew stronger as she was drawn further into the depths of the primitive city. The scent of roasted meats and baked goods were driven away by the foul stench of bodily waste that could be seen littering the side's of the road. Another pungent smell assaulted Rose's nostrils as she was carried past what appeared to be a whore house as clouds of smoke drifted out of the open windows, carrying the scent of opium across the streets. Several ladies and their clients watched from the comfort of the establishments porch as Vorax strode past a rickety wooden sign that named the place -The Den of Pleasures-

Beyond that there was a modest market where smaller caged animals were being bartered and bargained over by a mixed crowd. There was a stand with fresh vegetables and fruits, and another where the succulent smell of fresh bread had drawn a gathering. By now Rose had witnessed a few scraps and fisticuffs breaking out between the miscreants that made Piom their home. There was no law to be seen, no one that reminded her in the slightest of a guard patrolling the place. All she saw was barbaric sorts of people clad in furs and leathers mixed with others that were wearing modest light rags and shirts and most everyone carried some weapon of poor quality at their side.

Everyone though, from the most fierce looking to the meekest of servants gave Vorax a wide berth as soon as they saw the approach of his frightening form. Up and down the rising and falling main street he went, passing by a dug out large section of the city where the sounds of violent combat could be heard coming from several dirt strewn arenas where crowds had gathered to bet on the gladiators combating within. "Ahhh, the good ole Pits, you don't want to end up there, little thing." Vorax turned his head and glanced back over his shoulder to the bobbing form of the bound and gagged Rose dangling upon his shoulder. "Unless your a good fighter...wouldn't that be something." He laughed deeply as he turned down a flight of misshapen steps that led into an open courtyard where a pair of barbaric brutes carrying massive axes of steel were seen standing at an entryway into some underground complex.

"Is Magdeline in?" Vorax croaked out in his guttural and cracked tone of voice. "Tell her I got a fresh virgin here for sale." Vorax exclaimed as he reached one massive hand back over his shoulder and plucked Rose up by the stringent ropes binding her ankles and wrists together and held her aloft to the guards of the Slavers Guild. "She is, I'll let her know your here, Vorax." One of the brutish and large guards that seemed far smaller in the presence of the War Troll spoke before he turned and swept open the stout steel door that led into the unknown depths of the complex before her.
 
The different smells that wafted through Rose's nose were enough to drive anyone mad. Her hunger growing the further they moved into town. The various smoked meats, the baked goods.... Rose moaned out in agony. Even before she was thrown in the portal she hadn't ate since breakfast. The berries and pig carcass wasn't enough to fill her and she was definitely starving. Groaning against the fabric in her mouth, she was in pure agony. The hunger, the pain of the ropes grinding into her flesh.

Soon the amazing smell of food left and was replaced by a horrid stench that filled the air. As they passed the pit and Vorax spoke, she shook her head even though he couldn't see her. From the sounds and looks of the pit, Rose knew she didn't need to end up there. She couldn't fight, so going fi the pit would be her death.

When they came to a stop in an open courtyard, Rose tried looking around to see where they were or who he was talking to. There he went mentioning she was a virgin again.

Damn people can't keep shit to them selves! Rose groaned out in desperation at that moment. His huge hand coming down behind him and easily grabbing her. Picking her up and over his shoulder and showing her to the guards. Rose watched at the guard disappeared into the long dark hallway that was before her. Knowing that Vorax took her from Jericho to bring her here to sell her made her feel some what better. But she also knew if someone was to buy her, they could be far rougher then Jericho and Vorax.

Vorax didn't follow the guard, maybe because the war troll was far to big to fit in the door way. All Else could do was watch as she waited to see who this Magdeline was.
 
The world finally felt firm once more to Rose as Vorax settled the hog tied blonde young woman on the ground at the base of his feet. Even those were massive and set with thick black claws caked with dirt and muck. With a hefty thud from the ground the mass of the War Troll lowered into a cross legged squat before within the courtyard as he watched the steel door that the guard had entered. The remaining barbaric solider remained at the entry, hands crossed upon the top of his war axe, the tips of the twin sweeping blades were settled in the packed gravel and dirt at his feet. With a little nudge from his thick knobby and twisted index finger, Vorax turned Rose about on the ground so she was facing the doorway as well.

The not so distant echoes of the roaring crowd and clashing of gladiators was all that was heard about them, until the creaking groan of the steel door was pushed back open once again and the formidable looking barbaric guard returned to his post, a goblet of gold, encrusted with jewels in his hands. "The Mistress wishes a taste of the virgins blood." He spoke to Vorax as he waited for his permission.

"I figured as much." The War Troll grunted out with a shrug of indifference from his hulking broad shoulders as he pushed at Rose's bound body once again and shoved her with his index finger towards the deer skin boots of the guard. He left his axe leaning against the wall as he knelt at Rose's side, a small knife of sharpened bone in his hand as he laid a long cut along her forearm which began to drip blood in the waiting chalice held beneath it.

As the blood flowed from Rose and began to slowly fill up the chalice's depths a slender curved and feminine figure began to emerge from the shadows. Magdeline was pale of skin, with sweeping curtains of dark brown hair that graced her voluptuously framed body that was shrouded by a flowing black sleeveless gown that hugged about her waist and hips before falling out in frills along her feet.. The intensity of her gaze pierced the darkness as she looked upon Rose with her soft blue eyes and a thin smile wandered across her full lips which parted slightly to reveal the fangs of the vampiress. She lingered in the fringes of the shadows, remaining far from the burning light of the sun as the long black nails of one hand stroked upon one of two coiled black whips that hung from both sides of her hips.

"I'll take her, even if she is not a virgin, but I'll know with a single sip if she is." Magdeline's voice was seductively malicious as she looked towards Rose. "I hope your a fast learner, girl, I do not tolerate fools well." She smiled as the cup was filled and presented to her by the guard who respectively lowered his head towards the Mistress.

Magdeline let out a soft breath of excitement as she swirled the cup about before she raised the chalice to her lips and drank down the taste of Rose's blood.
 
The woman landed with a loud and heavy thud against the ground. Right next to Vorax's mud caked feet. Even his feet looked to be a creature of their own. Rose groaned deeply, mostly out of sickness as she tried to scoot away from his feet. The ground beneath her felt amazing, it was something she took for granted, still feeling the thuds of each and every move from their travels. Thankful that Vorax twisted her around so she could see the steel door. Her mind wondered to who was Magdeline.

Jumping from her thoughts as the steel door pushed open once again as the guard returned with a jeweled chalice.

"She wishes to taste her blood..." With those words Rose shook her head vigorously. When Vorax gave the guard permission, Rose felt his stubby fat index finger hit against her and push her forward. Her cheek landed right at the feet of the guard. Her face becoming more filthy against the ground. Her protests of no's only came out in jumbled moans and grunts. Her body trembled in fear as the dagger came towards her. It was made of sharpened bone it seemed and cut through her arm like it was a slice of butter.

Her screams echoed through the courtyard as her blood filled the chalice. Rose wasn't even going to bother moving. Her forearm was still bleeding against the ground as she noticed a figure moving in the shadows. Magdeline. She was a gorgeous figure who stayed in the shadows. When she glanced down at Rose and smiled, Rose seen the fangs. She was about to be sold to a vampiress.

Glancing towards the whips against Magdeline's sides, Rose whimpered softly. Even her voice was as powerful as her gaze had been. When the chalice was presented to her, Rose was extremely nervous. She was a virgin, she hadn't lied that day. But she was more nervous because of the Vampiress. Rose watched as she let out an excited breath, versus Rose who had been holding her breath as she waited for Magdeline to taste her virgin blood.
 
In the deep shadows of the stone hallway the vampiress Magdeline tilted her head back as she drank down the contents of the regal golden chalice that contained Rose's blood. Her eyes closed, letting the flavor of her life blood satiate her eternal hunger for the time being. As the virgin's blood seeped into Magdeline's body she was granted visions of Rose's life, moments that flickered and revealed memories of the captive girl's experiences. Finally she drew the chalice down from her lips after taking the last drop from the contents of the vessel. Her skin gained color, soft warm pink flowing out to replace the icy blue pale upon her skin as she trailed her blood soaked tongue slowly across her pouting bottom lip as she licked the last of Rose's taste down her tongue and into her throat.

Her gaze fell back upon Rose as she drew the chalice low and held it before her belly while a single index finger trailed along the rim of the chalice and she considered the bound and gagged young blonde for a brief moment. "Bind her wound, then untie her and remove that gag." Her tongue brought a short pause as it traced over the edge of her full upper lip before she continued. "Bring her to the dining hall, she looks like she could use a meal and something to drink."

Magdeline lingered back in the darkness of the hallway and let her gaze move towards the crouched over mass of Vorax. "Another fine addition you've brought unto me, Vorax." Her smile widened and let the tips of her fangs peer into view. "We can discuss the details of your price when the girl has been taken away." She gestured towards Rose who was having her wound washed with water from a skin at one of the warriors sides, and then bandaged by a soft white cotton wrap. "There's no need for her to know her value." Magdeline's eyes gleamed in the shadows that comforted her.

"Of course, Magdeline." Vorax grunted, remaining otherwise still and quiet as Rose was untied from her stringent ensnarement and dragged to her feet by the firm hand of the guilds guard. "Come along, we'll get you fed." The stern voice of the guard spoke as he tugged the length of her gag out of her mouth. He turned then, fully expecting Rose to follow along as he walked towards and past Magdeline and deeper into the tunnel which turned downwards upon a flight of well crafted stone steps.

Bleached skulls that were arrayed on either side by thick red waxen candles shone the only light to be found from the confines of small alcoves spaced along the length of the walls. The sloping steps quickly curled inward, forming a tightly spiraled staircase that plummeted further into the depths of the ground. She was led past several hallways that led away from where the steps flattened out and briefly offered a small foyer of sorts before moving down the stairs that twined lower still. Eventually at the third such landing she was led down the hallway and into an open rectangular room that was lit by a chandelier arranged with white candles that hung in the center of the room and two thick white candles that flickered upon each of the three heavy wooden tables set within the other wise drab room.

The tables were all empty for now, but there were six seats around each table and Rose was directed towards one by the guard who had escorted her this far. "Sit here." He tapped the back of a chair with his hand. "Sit here and be quiet, one of the servants will bring you something to eat and drink." He left her then as he walked through a pair of swinging wooden doors at the opposite end of the room and disappeared into the kitchen that was briefly viewed when the doors had swung apart.
 
It was like Magdeline had dozed off for a few moments as she tasted Rose's blood. Rose wasn't quite sure what was going on in Magdeline's head, hell she didn't even know that vampires existed up until now; even war trolls existed. As she watched Magdeline licking the rest of her blood from her lips her gaze falling back on Rose. Her skin a warm color now in the shadows from the fresh blood.

Thankfully the vampiress wasn't completely horrible, allowing her forearm to be bandaged and to finally be unbound from her binds. Rose whimpered softly as the guard come to her and started to clean her wound and then slowly untie her. His finger sliding into gag and pulling it from her mouth. How amazing it felt to finally be able to swallow, to move her limbs freely about. Her left hand rubbed against her right wrist for a few moments before switching hands. The rope had cut into her wrists and left red scratches around them. Wincing as she touched her wound, she looked up as Magdeline spoke.

Rose really wanted to know what her worth was soon dragged to her feet by the guard. His voice stern, Rose began to follow him down the deep hallway without glancing back.

Following the guard down three flights, she looked around at what seemed to be her new home. Her arms twisted over her naked chest. Nodding to the guard, Rose set down in the chair and remained quite. Her eyes gazed over the dining hall, getting a brief glimpse into the kitchen as the guard moved through the wooden door.

Yawning, Rose felt her stomach growling rather loudly. She was so exhausted, more then starving. Resting her elbow on the wooden table, she rested her head on her hand. Her eyes closing as she waited for the servant to bring her food. Dozing off slightly, she whimpered softly. Her dreams on everything that had happened to her in the past 24 hours.
 
The creaking of the wooden service doors being swung open echoed into the meager dining hall of the Slaver's Guild, catching the napping Rose by surprise and jolting her from the shallow depths of her slumber. A slightly plump older woman, dressed in heavy white and brown robes that were covered by a white smock that had been stained with various foods entered the chamber. She had long graying curls of hair that swept down to her rear as she walked towards the table Rose was seated at. A copper tray was carefully balanced in her hands, upon which two wooden bowls had been settled along with a large iron pitcher and matching goblet and half a loaf of some bread that smelled divine to Rose's practically empty stomach.

She smiled over to Rose, dipping her head as she laid the tray down which displayed a fresh and crisp salad with a mix of vegetables that had been drizzled with a vinaigrette, the other bowl was a stew of venison, carrots, and potatoes. There was a sheen of condensation upon the cold iron pitcher that she lifted up, filling the matching goblet with a sweet, tart, and crisp lemonade. "Compliments of Mistress Magdeline, eat girl, but if I may offer a tip." She glanced about her voice lowering lightly. "The Mistress, she doesn't appreciate gluttony." The older woman rose back up leaving the tray at Rose's side. "I'm Tamantha, by the way, I tend to the kitchen here." Her demeanor seemed pleasant, though subdued, and the skin of her hands was worn with small cuts and scrapes which were quite visible in the moment as she splayed her hands about her belly.

Tamantha turned then, leaving Rose to her meal as she glanced about the dining hall. Plucking a damp white cloth from between the straps of her apron she went to work polishing and cleaning the tables and candle sconces upon them. Chairs that were slightly askew were arranged just so by her hands and given a good swipe of the moist cloth, leaving the wooden chairs to glisten in the flickering candle light all about the room. She left her gaze to be absorbed by the maintenance of the dining chamber, bending over on aching knees to pick up a few stray crumbs that littered the floor.

When she was finished she took a last glance around, making sure the room was presentable and to the Mistresses expectations. She should probably get a broom and dustpan, Tamantha thought to herself as she ducked back through the swinging wooden doors and into the light of the kitchen. These sudden and unscheduled meals for newly arrived slaves that the Mistress was known to suddenly drop in her lap had always thrown her routine and confidence off.
 
When the heavy wooden door swung open, Rose jumped and almost fell out of her chair. Groaning as she readjusted herself in the seat, her eyes wandered over the lady. It was an older woman who looked to he decently taken care of to be one of Magdeline'servants. Maybe being purchased by the vampiress wasn't going to turn out to be so bad. The closer the lady got the more Rose could smell the food. Whatever it was smelt amazing snd she couldn't wait to get her hands on some of it. Her stomach was empty and she was ready to dig in.

The tray set down in front of her. Stew, salad and fresh bread. An added bonus of lemonade was added to the goblet. In complete honesty, Rose was about to eat every single ounce of food that was set before her. That was until she head the soft warning of the old ladies. Nodding, Rose thanked her. "Thank you..."

It was all she could really muster up the courage to say. The guard and told her to be quite and in that exact moment Rose was obeying. Picking up her spoon, Rose dug into the stew. It was an amazing stew, full of flavor and spice. Using the bread to dip some of the juice with, Rose finished half of the bowl and set the spoon down.

Next came a big taste of the lemonade. She was so thirsty and her mouth had been so dry to where it was nice to have something wet. The salad was even better, a light vinaigrette on top. Some time later Rose was pushing the tray away from her and leaned back in her chair. The whole time Tamantha had been cleaning the kitchen, making sure it was properly in order. Now that her stomach was fully, Rose took her time and glanced around the dining area. Awaiting her final faith, she crossed her arms around her chest and waited.
 
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