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Portal - Innocence Lost (Black_Out and Loveme)

Tamantha had returned from tending to the kitchen and was busying herself with the task of sweeping up the dining hall floor. The long haired older lady was thorough, sweeping the broom along places that seemed perfectly clean by most estimations. She made no move towards Rose where she sat at the table, leaving the girl to pick away at whatever morsels remained of her meal.

She entered like a ghost that made no noise, catching Tamantha by surprise once more. Magdeline moved with a fluidity and grace through the entrance from the short hallway where the flickering candles that flanked the decor of the skulls within the alcoves. Her dark and penetrating gaze swept over the room, looking for any signs of something to complain about.

She was once a woman of high standard and the head of a brothel in a city called Crescent that was a distant memory to her now. When vampiracy overtook her life she maintained those standards and found them strengthened with her gifted immortality. Her full smile showed that she had perhaps found satisfaction with the current state of affairs within the dining hall, but Tamantha knew that meant little. Magdeline had a penchant for quick swings in her demeanor, and was as likely to shift from pleasant to down right awful as surely as the wind might change direction.

The kitchen hand dipped her head as she paused in her sweeping upkeep of the place. "Greetings Mistress Magdeline, I hope all is to your liking?" She delicately inquired, not daring to lift her gaze to meet Magdeline's own fiercely intense eyes.

"It is, for now, Tamantha." The vampiress spoke softly, though her voice echoed within the room and seemed amplified upon Rose's ears as the blood connection between the two was still fresh in Magdeline's thoughts. "Leave us, you can finish cleaning later." Her long pointed black nails flicked towards Tamantha in a dismissing gesture as she swept across the stone floor on soundless steps and laid those long sharp nails across Rose's shoulders.

Tamantha immediately obeyed. "As you wish my Mistress." She meekly replied as she turned and made her way back into the kitchen, contently happy that Magdeline had some new toy to focus her attentions upon.

Leering behind Rose, Magdeline's fingers softly caressed the naked blonde girls shoulders as she leaned down and murmured into her ear. "I hope you are enjoying your meal, Rose, the virgin of Levono, who came here from the Portal not but a day ago. You were a bartender back home, hmm, so your used to serving, I expect you'll be a quick learner then."
 
When she entered the room and Tamantha spoke, Rose jumped once more in her chair. Magdeline had very well entered the room with no noise, like a ghost that haunted the building. When Rose turned her gaze towards the vampiress and Tamantha, she noticed that the elderly woman made no moves to glance into Magdeline's gaze. Rose's own feelings were that of the same accord. Magdeline put off an extreme powerful presence, one that would surely make anyone cower at her feet.

Even her footsteps were quite agaisnt the cold stone floor as she moved over to Rose. Her long black finger nails grazed over her shoulders and Rose felt her body shiver agaisnt her touch.

When Magdeline leaned down into her ear, Rose whimpered softly agaisnt her touch. The vampiress new exactly what her life had been like before the Portal. Her eyes widened as she heard her words, her life spill out of Magdeline's lips.

"How.... how did you...." Rose shook her head and moved slightly away from the vamprisses standing over her. "How did you know that....." She was completely confused, her own mind racing once more as she turned to look up at her.
 
Those thin fingers of the vampiress clenched down over Rose's tender and aching shoulders, her immense strength was immediately felt by Rose as Magdeline made her subtle attempt to retreat a complete failure. Her words fell once more into Rose's ear, the sharp realization dawning upon Rose that there was no warmth to her breath, only a chill that caused her hair to want to stand on end. "I drank your blood, my sweet little Rose." Her cold lips brushed against the lobe of Rose's ear. "With that, come's a measure of vision into your life." By this time Magdeline's fingers had anchored down firmly across Rose's shoulders.

The long flowing lengths of her hair fell across her shoulders and brushed along the bare back of Rose as she let her mouth linger near her ear. "I hope you found your meal to be delicious." There was a sinister and cutting edge to her voice. "It's entirely possible that you could eat like this every day while you are under my thumb." To emphasis the words, Magdeline stroked her thumb across her bare shoulder.

"First though we'll need to get you into some proper garments, something to accent your natural beauty." Her words were rich and deep, hypnotic even. "Of course, you'll need to wear a chastity belt, until I've auctioned off your virginity to the highest bidder." Her teeth drew down faintly upon the edges of the rim of her ear. "That will come soon enough, for now, let me address an issue that has me displeased with you."

"It's common courtesy, in most any culture, to thank the one that feeds you, I'll demonstrate for you." There was a soft gasp of cold air that fell from her lips as she opened her mouth wide and bared her long fangs. "Thank you.." With those words Magdeline sank her fangs into the side of Rose's neck and sucked out the blood flowing therein.
 
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Rose had been so, hyptonized by Magdeline that she hadn't even thought to thank her for her food. The grip that her cold slender fingers had on Rose made sure that was wasn't going anywhere. Rose really couldn't explain the feeling that she felt around Magdeline. It was one that had her trembling beneath her grip, but also faintly hyptonitzed by her voice.

The breath against her bare skin was nothing more then cold air, only there to remind Rose what Magdeline truly was. The meal had been delicious, every part of it was. The only thing Rose yearned for at the moment was garments to clothe her naked body with. Even a shower of some sorts to remove the filth from her skin.

Her next wish was granted as if Magdeline could hear her thoughts. Fresh garments would come to her soon, but with a price. A charity belt. Rose had never seen one, nor really understood what they were about until now. Magdeline wanted her virginity to stay that way. Rose was sure that being a virign would bring Magdeline a nice amount of gold. Whimpering agaisnt her touch, her teeth biting softly around the edge of her ear.

Rose was completely frozen under her spell, afraid to move agaisn her. Hearing her next words, Rose shook her head softly. Part of her knowing what was going to happen. Her fear had been right, because soon Magdeline was thanking Rose and sinking her fangs deep into her skin. Letting out a scream of pain, Rose jumped against the bite of Magdeline, groaning rather deeply as she fed from her warm blood that flowed within.

She wanted to fight against her, wanted to pull away from her, but she couldn't find the power.
 
The pressure from Magdeline's hands had kept Rose firmly planted in the chair as her sleek fangs were sunken into the tender flesh of her neck. Every beat of Rose's heart drew more of the young woman's blood out from her body and into the mouth of the vampiress. More of her life flashed and played out in the recesses of Magdeline's mind, if the little she knew about Rose before scared her before, then she would be absolutely terrified to know just how intimate and familiar Magdeline was becoming with her now.

Still the vampiress relented, not wanting to drain the young blonde virgin beyond a capacity to carry herself about. Her tongue, wet with Rose's own blood drew across the pair of pin prick holes that her retreating fangs left against the side of Rose's slender neck. She rose to stand tall and firm behind her new acquisition, and dragged her tongue across her plush lips, wiping the lingering blood away.

"Mmm....." She cooed softly while her fingers drew away from where they rested atop of Rose's shoulders until the tips of her nails remained touching up the bare skin. Her head snapped towards the kitchen then even as her body was warming more from the fresh infusion of Rose's life force. Magdeline looked as if the parlor of pale death had left her skin as it glowed with the radiance and youthful vigor that she had drank from Rose.

"Tamantha!" She barked in a voice that made the woman in the kitchen freeze in place. "Take Rose to the baths, have her cleaned from head to toe, and wash her mouth out with soap." There was a disgusting scowl across Magdeline's lips as she said the last part as a whisper to Rose. "I wish I could untaste that filth ridden cock of Jericho that you sucked on."

She drifted back then from Rose and twirled on the balls of her feet before sliding across the floor in her black satin bare shouldered gown and left the dining room without a sound.
 
She absolutely was terrified of how much she would know now. Assuming the more blood she drank the more she would know and learn about Rose. Feeling Magdeline with draw her fangs and lick the pinholes, Rose whimpered softly. Her grip also released her shoulders. Leaving the fingernails barely touching her.

Magdeline sure had a way of making everyone in her presence extremely jittery and jumpy. Rose herself jumped at each little movement and even yelped softly as she called for Tamantha.

Tamantha was quick to come hurrying into the room. Nodding in respect towards Magdeline. The whisper that came next was enough to shame Rose. Sucking Jericho's cock was only to be allowed water. Granting her water and the other slaves. Surely Magdeline had seen that, but wanted her mouth cleaned out anyway.

"I do too...." Rose spoke softly back and watched as she left the room.

Rose stood and pushed the chair in, trying not to mess up the table. "I will follow you then?" Rose spoke as she tried to cover her parts up. Soon giving up as she realized most of everyone had probably already seen her.

"How long have you been a servant for Magdeline?" Her curiosity always caught up to her, she v was sure asking Tamatha wouldn't be that much of a big deal.
 
Tamantha led Rose away down the same hallway Magdeline had exited, the one that led back towards the swirling spiral steps that delved into the unknown depths of the land beneath Piom. She glanced back to Rose with a meager smile and spoke quietly. "Seventeen years now." Then ushered her to follow as they turned down the spiraling steps and descended further.

The very next landing they arrived at was similar to the last, but two man sized alcoves flanked the hallway that bore into the rock wall. Within the flickering shadows of the alcoves were identical suits of solid steel armor, akin to what a bold knight would wear upon a battlefield. These suits were obviously empty, the heavy helmets sprouting bull horns from their sides as their gauntlet clad hands had settled their palms atop of the pommels of twin swords that were pointed tip down between their armored feet.

The stairs still wound downward, but it was here that Tamantha turned and led Rose between the flanking monolithic suits of armor and down the hallway. Some twenty feet in to the candle lit stone tunnel that closed in around them a steel portcullis was lowered with a brutish guard dressed in heavy black leathers standing watch on each side of the closed set of bars. They carried simple but stout looking polished black clubs at their side and the one towards their side took notice of their approach and reached over to crank a lever that began to lift the solid bars of the portcullis up into the ceiling.

Tamantha led Rose swiftly past the two silent but imposing figures and into a larger foyer that had an arrangement of wooden benches with white towels folded neatly upon them. The moisture and humidity in the room was readily apparent and the thick fog of that warmth clung worked into the room from a descending tunnel that was lit with more thick candles that were set upon ridges in the natural walls of the hall.

"There is a hot spring bath down those steps." She pointed down the hallway where the moist and humid fog was rolling up into the room and covering the ceiling. "Plenty of soap and sponges in a bucket by the bath. Take your time and clean yourself thoroughly, make sure to wash your mouth out." She stated as she stood by the short flight of steps that descended towards the warm and vivid awaiting waters in a small pool some ten feet wide and deep enough to dunk oneself beneath.

"When your finished, come back up here and dry off, by then I should be back with whatever Mistress Magdeline has chosen for you to wear."
 
17 years.... wow.

Rose had said it more so in her mind then anywhere else, her own mind wondering onto what it must be like to serve Magdeline. She seemed to be a very gracious Mistress. One that would treat you well as long as you done your job and behaved. As Rose followed Tamantha, she didn't pay much attention to anything. There was no reason to, her time there wouldn't be permanent.

Rose felt the need to nod towards the guards, they looked to be very serious and she really wanted to pay her respects before Magdeline had her tongue.

When they walked into the room, the warm humid air hit Rose like a brick. It was an amazing feeling to have warmth against her cold skin again. Nodding towards Tamantha, she spoke. "Okay... thank you."

It wasn't like she had any clothes to take off, so she followed the lit hallway down to the spring. Before she walked completely in, she grabbed a sponge and soap from the bucket. Cleaning her own mouth out with soap is something she really didn't want to do, but knew she had too. All Magdeline would have to do would be to taste her blood and she would know that she hadn't.

Rose made sure to do that first as she slowly entered the hot spring. Taking in the warmth and enjoyment of the water around her body. Setting her sponge andsoap on the edge, Rose ducked down fully into the water, wetting every inch of her body. Coming up out of the water, she moved back to the edge of the pool and lathered her sponge up. Sticking her tongue out, she gently and carefully washed her mouth out with soap. Quickly rinsing it out, she moved to start to wash her body. Scrubbing the filth and grime from her skin. 30 minutes later, Rose was done and was currently walking back to the room she had come from.

She grabbed a fluffy towel and wrapped it around her body. Drying her skin, her hair. It was all so clean now, showing her true form of beauty.
 
True to her word, Tamantha had returned and smiled vaguely towards Rose as she climbed back up from the cleansing of the warm and comforting waters of the mineral rich bath. There was a pair of connected black leather straps that framed two curled lengths of well polished thin metal laid upon a bench. "Your to put that on, it is your chastity belt." Her hands held a light baby blue fabric gently in their grasp that was a garment of sheer light cotton and she set it upon the bench along side the stringent straps of the metallic belt with the soft leather cushioning. She stepped back then as the young blonde beauty had finished drying herself off. "Put this on after, the Mistress should be arriving shortly to inspect you."

Her long dark black nails scratched delicately along the worn stone walls of the hallway that led toward the bathing hall. Missive's had already been dispatched to a handful of select individual's in the limit's of Piom, offering an invitation to a viewing of a newly acquired young blonde haired woman with a full and sensuous body whose virginity had yet to be taken. First she would sell that away from Rose, arranging for an evening of service from the new slave girl under her ownership, and then she would figure out what to do with her from there.

The vampiress let her thoughts wander over the possibilities, depending on the skill of the woman she could be a prized whore, renting her time out while remaining property of the guild. At least that way she could bring a constant source of income into Magdeline's hands, though she would need to be productive enough to warrant such an investment. Keeping a slave had certain cost's and in time the investment and it's returns would start to dwindle as she grew older. Of course she would listen to offer's though, and if the price and timing of the offer were right she would be glad to sell her off.

Those thoughts lingered, though they fell towards the back of her mind as she felt the warm air of the bath hall clinging around her slender, amply curved frame. The thin black silk dress she wore clung a touch tighter as the fabric absorbed the moisture in the air into it's delicate fibers. Her bare feet carried her gracefully into the bathing halls flickering candle light, drawing her gaze over Rose. Her full and shimmering lips curled faintly upward as she admired the thin transparent soft turquoise cloth that hugged around Rose's body, and the glistening silver chastity belt that was all to visible beneath that modest cotton garment.

"Come girl, sit with your back to me." She flicked her sharp midnight black nails out towards the sides of her flaring wide hips. "Let me fix that mess of long blonde hair into something more presentable for this evening's guests."
 
Seeing the chasity belt Rose picked it up and examined it carefully. Cocking her head to the side in the process. It was a very odd contraption, one she had never seen before. She made sure to slide that on first, it fit well surprisingly to her. It wasn't excruciatingly uncomfortable, but it wasn't comfortable either. She slid the light blue fabric over her head next. It was light against her skin, shear and beautiful.

It showed off the shiny metal of the chasity belt, her plump breasts and her perky and pink nipples. Rose glanced down at herself, blushing softly but very thankful for the fabric that Magdeline had given her.

As she looked up, she saw Magdeline almost floating down the hallway. Her body was graceful, her skin still a warm color from her earlier feeding. As she set down and ushered Rose over to her, Rose nodded and gently set down.

Her back against Magdeline's chest. As she adjusted herself. Sitting with the chasity belt made her uncomfortable, almost as if it fixed her posture in the process. "Thank you for the garment..." It was all Rose could really muster up the courage to say to the vampiress. Her own confidence and fiestiness had flown from her blood, almost as if Magdeline had sucked it from her body.
 
"Your dismissed, Tamantha, return to your duties back at the kitchen." Her piercing dark orbs fell on the older lady who immediately bowed her head and spoke softly. "At once my Mistress." With those words leaving her lips Tamantha departed, leaving Rose under Magdeline's care.

With Rose settled upon the bench before her Magdeline stroked one of her hands through the young woman's long damp blonde hair while she drew a small fanciful silver comb out from an intricately woven black silk bag that hung from the swell of her hips. Long strokes of that comb began to roll through her hair as the vampiress untangled the silken strands until they were falling smoothly along Rose's back. When she was finished she took a half step back and returned the comb to the depths of the silken pouch from whence it came and looked towards Rose.

"There, that looks better." Her long lips pursed as she reached back into the pouch and produced a thin strap of dark polished leather with the image of a golden whip sewn upon it's front. "Now, for your collar." Her hands snapped the choker-esque collar out flat before herself and then slid it around Rose's neck, fastening the strap in place.

"You look perfectly presentable now, and I highly recommend you don't think to remove that little trinket, it marks you as property of the Guild, most don't want trouble with us." She gestured with her long black nails for Rose to get up. "Now on your feet girl, we have some prospective clients coming this evening to view you and some of our other stock." She turned to lead Rose away from the moist air of the bathing hall and back towards the dizzying spiral stairs that plunged an unknown depth into the ground.

As they passed the waiting guards and moved onto the flat foyer that greeted the spiraling stairwell the two monolithic metal statues of knights abruptly shifted and turned towards Magdeline as pinpoints of orange light flickered in the depths of those helmets as they dipped their heads before resuming their rigid attentive postures.

Downward along the swirling stone steps Magdeline led Rose. "Before they arrive though we have so much to go over, so I expect you to be an attentive and good student, the city above is a dangerous place to find yourself wandering mindlessly about." She stated as they stopped a few more levels down at another foyer with a pair of matching metallic knights settled in the alcove before another hall with a sealed portcullis and two more guards that immediately lowered their heads towards Magdeline and opened the gate for them to pass through.
 
Having someone comb her hair relaxed Rose almost instantly. It was something that she enjoyed, and Magdeline done it so easily. Her long locks felt so much better as Magdeline stepped back to review her work. The matts and knots were all out
now and it was nothing but silky smoothness left.

The choker like collar hugged tightly around Rose's neck, completing her outfit for the Guild. Rose stood as Magdeline told her to and spoke gently. "I won't remove it... I really don't want to know how or what Piom can be like for someone like me." Magdeline's next statement was what Rose had feared almost. Now knowing that she was a prospect for someone to come and buy or buy her virignty.

Both of their steps seemed to become quite the further down they moved. When they passed by the metal knights, they shifted and turned towards Magdeline. Tipping their heads in respect, Rose turned to them and back to Magdeline. "Are they enchanted? Those knights?"

When they stepped through the gate, Rose nodded understandingly to Magdeline. "I'll be attentive and listen..." Rose really didn't want to see the ugly side of Magdeline. The side she seen now completely scared her, so she knew that another side of Magdeline would probably end badly for her.
 
Magdeline swept her hand through the length of dark brown hair that graciously accented her bare shoulders and back as she walked soundlessly down the dimly lit corridor carved out of the stone deep beneath Piom. Once again the leering skulls were present, flanked by a pair of thick and stubby red candles that offered up the only light down here in the depths of the Slavers Guild. The tunnel turned, went down a few short steps, then back up several more before depositing itself into an open circular room with a domed ceiling stretching out overhead.

Rounded archways closed off with iron gates circled the walls, the doorways leading into meager pens where piles of hay and basins of water could be seen in the fading light that reached into the small cells. Smears of washed out blood coated the floor in spots, the remnants offering grim reminders of the rooms violent past. There were four patches of darkness and shadows upon the walls were the light did not currently reach, beneath them were unlit sconces of silver that held white candles. One patch was above the entry door, while a pair flanked the opposite walls, and the last rose above the mantle of a lit fire place across from the entrance they came through which offered the only subtility the room possessed with the meager warmth it gave off.

Within the circular chamber itself was an array of torturous equipment, shackles dangled from long lines of chain that sank into pulleys high up on the candelabra lit ceiling. Those lines of chain eventually rode along a line of brackets that led to winches along the wall near the level of the floor, allowing the shackles to be raised and lowered at the whims of whoever controlled the winches. There were long slabs of wood, set on wheels that allowed the tables to be angled to various degrees. Shackles were set on the tables as well as slots cut into the wood where straps of thick leather lay unfurled, waiting to embrace their next victim. Along a far wall in the flickering light from a fire place was an upright steel sarcophagus that was currently open, the long thin needles covering it's interior were all to clearly seen by Rose's eyes. Racks along the wall's offered a variety of insidious tools and equipment, such as different types of ropes, hoods of black leather, a variety of gags and clamps, and other horrors.

In the middle of the room was an unblemished patch of black marble streaked with veins of white upon which an inlay of pure gold had been set in the shape of a curled whip. It was here that Magdeline gestured Rose to go. "Face the fire place and kneel." Magdeline spoke as she wandered past one of the racks of devices and let her fingers slide over a long and slim whipping crop. "Keep your gaze to the floor in front of you, and cross your arms behind your back while placing your hands together." Magdeline let her gaze pass over Rose for short moments as she watched her reactions to the orders she was being given. "Make sure to keep your chest upright and your shoulders pressed back, you'll not slouch in my presence."

Magdeline stopped along the edge of the fireplace and let her eyes admire the open needle cushioned interior of the iron maiden. "This, is our training room." Her dark and penetrating eyes moved over towards Rose, wanting to make sure the young blonde was indeed staring at the floor. "I find that the visual deterrents here help to stimulate and reinforce the lessons that will be given." Her fangs flashed as she smiled and made her way over to take a closer look at Rose's posture.
 
Rose's gaze roamed around training area, taking in each and every cell. Her gaze roamed over the torture equipment, the slabs of wood, the pulley system....it was all something out of a horror film... Something she thought she would of never seen in person but here she was, a member of a guild that would surely use the equipment on unruly slaves.

There was ropes, black hoods, gags, anything you could imagine needing to torture someone was in that very room. The dimly lit areas gave just enough light to see the equipment and enough light to move about the room without running into everything. Rose's main vision was on the iron maiden, her eyes widened as she stared into it. The iron maiden was currently open, revealing its cushioned insides and sharp needles. It sent a shiver down her spine as she heard Magdeline speak.

Her body was shaking as she kneeled down in front of the fireplace. Her knees places on the fold inlay and her face facing the warmth of the fireplace. It was something that she never would of imagined herself doing, but the feeling in the air surrounded her mind. Almost as if someone had a slight control over her mind and body.

Her arms gracefully moved behind her back, her arms crossing. She couldn't quite figure out how to hold her hands with her arms crossed, so she crossed them instead. The position that she was in was a very strange one to Rose, but she tried her best to do as Magdeline commanded.

Pushing her shoulders back and her chest upright, she let her gaze fall to the floor in front of her. It was extremely hard for Rose not to lift her gaze to Magdeline and see where or what she was touching. Her body shivered ever so lightly, not because of the cool room, but because of pure fear.

The added effects of the visual deterrents, of Magdeline's pure presence. Rose didn't dare move her eyes, her heart raced inside her chest as she awaited Magdeline's next move.

The young girl didn't know if she would use any o the equipment on her for training, but in that moment she really didn't want to mess up.
 
All Rose could see was Magdeline's tightly laced black leather boots that rode up her long legs, hugging her calf muscles before stopping just short of her knees beneath the obscurement of her long flowing black silken gown. There was a little sparkle in the darkness of her eyes as Magdeline slowly circled Rose and drew the fringes of her dress up, revealing the sheer black stockings beneath her legs that covered most of her toned thighs. Her slim fingers slid around a short and thin crop that was securely strapped along her right thigh and drew the narrow black stick out into clear view.

There was an abrupt crack of that hard black crop against the hands Rose had tucked behind her back as Magdeline circled behind her. "If I give you a command that your not sure how to accomplish, you make your best effort to do so." She hissed out. The stick then nudged her hands to move together so they were laying with one palm grasping across the back of the other hand which forced Rose's arms to drape down along the edges of her back.

"That's better." She softly voiced her approval.

"Now then, you are an investment, from which I expect returns to be brought back into my coffers." She continued as she patiently walked around Rose like a circling shark. "You won't always be at my side or under my firm direction and you will have to make due on your own." The cane slapped between her ass, resounding a dull metallic echo off the back of the chastity belt. "Once I've auctioned off your virginity, and it has been taken from you, you'll be completely open for business."

As she swept back around to her side the thin black crop touched daintily upon Roses lips. "Until then, your mouth.." The tip of the crop dropped and brushed across her breasts that were covered in the clinging baby blue delicate fabric of her new attire. "...your breasts.." The crop came away from her breasts and touched against her hands that were behind her back. "..and your hands will be kept busy at The Den Of Pleasures."

"You will work there day and night tending to the guests every need that you can reasonably provide." The tip of the short black cane tapped beneath Rose's chin, suggesting she look up as pressure mounted and pushed against the bottom of her jaw. "If a man wants you to suck on his cock, or fuck your breasts, or have your hands pleasure his body, you will charge a flat fee of ten gold stamps." Her free hand flashed out and displayed a thin golden square in her palm that had rough edges and the letter P stamped in the middle of it. "This is a single stamp."

She drew her hand away and closed her fist around the coin. "If they want more time then a brief service such as those from you you'll charge fifty stamps per hour of your time, but you are not to leave the establishment until the end of your shift when our guards will escort you back here." Magdeline spoke firmly as she tucked her hands behind her back, drawing the crop away for the moment with those movements.

"Do you have any questions, or is that clear enough for you?"
 
When Magdeline popped her hands with the crop, Rose yelped softly but didn't move. Allowing her to place her hands where they needed to be. "Yes mam... I understand." Now that her current position was that of Magdeline's pleasing, Rose listened intently to what she was telling her.

Each time she walked around Rose, Rose could see her black boots circling her. Then the cane hit agaisnt her ass, what would have been bare skin if the chasity belt wasn't stopping it. The sound of a metal ping rang through the training room, causing Rose to move a few inches from surprise.

It seemed that Magdeline was going to keep her here at the Guild and not sell her completely off. Which in some sort of form was maybe okay to Rose. Magdeline continued to speak and explained Rose's job for the Guild. The tip of the crop emphasized each word and body part that Magdeline spoke of. The crop gracefully touching each part she spoke about. When the handle of the crop presses against the bottom of her jaw, Ross lifted her head and looked into Magdeline's gaze for the first time that evening.

It was in that moment she seen why she was so afraid to mess up. Her eyes, the fangs that flashed ever so easily. Rose knew that Magdeline wasn't someone to fuck with.

"The Den Of Pleasures..... is where I will work? Stay until my shift is over? Then your guards will escort me back here? To the guild?" Rose glanced back over to the cells with straw laid around. "Will I stay in one of those?" Rose watched her carefully, trying not to let her eyes wander to far away from Magdeline's.

"Ten gold stamps for simple pleasures.... fifty for more extensive. I understand. One last thing... what do I call you?"
 
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Magdeline stopped and loomed over Rose as she gently slapped the sleek black riding crop into the palm of her open hand. "This is where slaves that are being corrected, stay." She pointed towards the empty cells. "As you can see, we currently don't have any defective slaves in our midst." There was a hitch in the rhythmic slapping of the crop into her hand after Rose asked what to call her.

"One...last.....thing?" She echoed a portion of her words back to her. "Do you think your someone that can make demands of me?" Her voice grew sharp as she put her free hand to the top of Rose's head and wrenched her hand into her hair. "You never speak to me that way, in such an insolent manner."

Her hand twisted about in Rose's hair and drew her body upward faintly by the strength of her grasp as she lowered her head and stared daggers into Rose's eyes. "You will know your place here girl. My name, is Mistress Magdeline, though you may address me as my Mistress." She shoved Rose then down onto the floor with a strength far beyond what her slim and tender body should be able to provide.

"Unless I give you permission, You will not speak in my presence, beyond saying Yes my Mistress, or some variant of acknowledgement of my orders or presence." Magdeline readjusted her gown and resumed her stance as she stood before the center piece of marble upon the floor. "You have five seconds to be back in your place and in the proper posture."

"Five.."
 
Rose barely was able to register what she had said to upset Magdeline, but she was soon reminded as her hand wrenched into her hair and twisted slightly. Her long fingers pulled forward and made Rose rise from her current position. Her hands moved from behind her back, trying to catch herself against Magdeline's grip.

Magdeline's eyes stared deep into Rose's, almost as if they were throwing invisible daggers into Rose's eyes. Rose whimpered against her grip, answering softly back to Magdeline. "Yes Mistress..."

Rose didn't know how much force her Mistress had, but as she shoved her back on the floor Rose found out just how much strength and power was behind the vampiress. Her body landed on its side, her hands at her chest as they tried to stop her body from hitting the floor.

As soon as she heard five Rose scampered to her knees. Her arms crossing behind her back as she b placed her hands right back where Magdeline had placed them earlier. Her gaze looked down, landing on Magdeline's boots yet again.

Rose now knew how easily something could upset her Mistress and knew to watch her tongue.
 
Magdeline watched like a hawk as Rose quickly scrambled to get back into the proper positioning. "I told you not to slouch in my presence." She so enjoyed making them squirm in fear. It caused her lips to curl into a cruel smile as she took the tip of her crop and pushed it against the front of Rose's shoulders. "Shoulder's back, girl." She let that last word fall from her lips with a touch of mockery emphasized with how the last letter lingered in the air. The crop then was drawn down and slapped up against the perked up mounds of Rose's breasts. "Chest up and out."

She stepped back slightly and let her shoulders sway from side to side as she looked over Rose after the minor adjustments were made. "That's better." She murmured as the black crop was returned to it's place within the holstering straps that curled across her shapely long thigh. The clicking of her boots snapped down atop the stone floor as she turned towards the fire place, not sparing a glance towards Rose as she settled her hand upon a black iron fire stoker with a curled tip like that of a harpoon. Her hand lifted the slim piece of metal up as she bent down to one knee and laid the curled tip of the fire stoker into the depths of the flames, letting it absorb the heat until it was aglow.

"Remember this posture, girl." Her voice echoed around Rose as the high ceilings played with Magdeline's voice. "There are only four of us in Piom that you will need to remember to kneel in such a fashion before, without hesitation." Her black leather boots clacked upon the floor as she returned to stand before Rose, with the gleaming red hot end of the poker dragging upon the floor along her side. "You can look up now girl, I'll show you the face's and tell you the name's of those you had best remember."

Once their gaze's met, Magdeline returned towards the main entrance and stood beneath the doorway as she lifted the searing hot tip of the poker upwards to the unlit white candle perched atop the doorway. As the wick sizzled upon contact and a flame emerged upon the stout ivory candle, the patch of darkness above the door gave way to the light and revealed a refined portrait of Magdeline herself. The talent of the unknown artist that placed the strokes of rich oils upon the canvas was immediately obvious as the portrait was a rather telling and life like replication of her Mistress, showing her from the shoulders up.

"First, there is me." She mused as she admired the portrait of herself with a faint smile. "I can be forgiving, from time to time, especially so with those who have been under my guidance for awhile and have proven their loyalty." She turned her head, casting a glance back to Rose. "The other's, not so much."
 
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Rose whimpered softly as she pushed her shoulders back. The crop falling against her perky breasts with a loud slap. It was enough to cause Rose to pay attention and remember the exact position the her Mistress had just instilled in her mind. Her shoulders back and her chest out. Rose could hear the crop sliding back into its rightful place against Magdeline's thigh.

The next thing Rose seen was her Mistress leaning over on one knee and placing a long iron stoker inside the flames. Rose couldn't see the tip of it, the only thing she was focused on was the bottom of Magdeline's boot of her kneeled leg. The woman would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous as to what the iron stoker was about to do, but as she watched Magdeline pull it from the flames, the very tip glowing red.

"Yes Mistress." Rose murmured as her gaze ran up from the tip of the fire stoker, to her arm and finally to the face of her Mistress. Her gaze landed in the eyes of Magdeline, her mind still wandering on what the iron stoker was for. But then Magdeline spoke, explaining that there were only four people she would kneel for like that and she was about to see who they were.

Rose shifted in her position, remaining in the correct posture as she looked up as the first painting came into focus as Magdeline lit the candle under her painting.

It was as if there were two Magdeline's in the same room, the painting was so life like, so real against the stone wall. "Yes Mistress, I understand." Rose really hoped the last added piece wasn't enough to get her in trouble, she honestly just wanted Magdeline to know that she understood.
 
Magdeline admired the deft workmanship of her own portrait with a tugged up corner of her plush and soft lips before she turned and gracefully let her feet lead her long voluptuous body along the edge of the wall and towards the next candle situated beneath another patch of darkness. Her long spindly fingers twirled the steel poker about in her grasp, leaving a subtle trail of heated orange in the wake of the glowing tips motions. "That's wonderful, there will be no reason for you to be disobedient then." She glanced over to Rose out of the corner of her eyes, making sure the girl remained statuesque in her posture beyond the movements of her head.

"Next we have Lord Malice." He dark eyes looked up into the shadows above the unlit candle. "He is responsible for the gladiators under the ownership of our guild." She spoke as the intense heat upon the end of the poker made contact with the wick that rose out of the fat white candle beneath the swath of darkness where the normal lights of the room did not illuminate. "As you can see, he is a rather big man, not the most attractive thing and certainly far less elegant then myself, tell him I said that at your own peril if you ever are in the mood for a solid beating." She continued as her head craned back to view the portrait that was brought into the light.

She turned away from the finely wrought portrait upon the wall and let the tip of the tip of the fiercely hot poker graze along the stone floor as she crossed the room towards the darkness that clung upon the wall opposite from where the portrait of Malice hung. The clacking of her leather boots taking her directly past the kneeling Rose as she washed her gaze over her worrisome form. "He often stays in the Pits and rarely comes here unless we have mutual business to attend to, so the chances of you meeting Lord Malice before you've been sold off are rather slim." She offered a flash of her fangs as she drifted on long strides past Rose and towards the next portrait to be revealed.
 
It was something Rose made sure not to do. Her body never moved away from the position she was in. She was like a statue, still in the dim light of the room. Waiting, watching Magdeline light each individual candle. The way she moved with grace was like none Rose had ever seen before. Her long slender frame moved easily along the stone floor.

Letting out a soft chuckle as her Mistress described Malice. She was correct in all her descriptions of the man. He wasn't attractive at all, very oddly shaped. Rose understood her warnings and would keep the comments to herself. It was something she really didn't want to feel. The power of a bearing the Magdeline could bring.

The way she dragged the iron poker over the stone floor made sparks emit softly from beneath it. It was still something that made her really nervous. Her body turned in a way as to not move from her position. The way she was now allowed her to see the last painting she would need to remember. Luckily it wasn't hard to remember Magdeline, nor Malice. Now she only needed to remember two more people and their faces.

Fearing what would happen to her if she didn't drop to her current position in front of them. Knowing that she would always have to kneel le that in front of Magdeline. "Mistress, may I ask a question?"
 
Magdeline stopped dead in her tracks, still several feet away from the waiting revealing of the next portrait as Rose spoke up from behind her. Her shoulder's tensed as the vampiress slowly and silently turned her deadly serious gaze back over her shoulder and cast her eyes upon Rose. There was no denying it, something had terribly upset the Mistress of the Slaver's Guild and the scowl and narrowed brows were just the first signs that something was wrong.

"What...is it...do you have a joke you want to share, something amuses you about Lord Malice that you wish to tell me, you fucking bitch." She was on Rose in an instant, moving with unearthly grace and speed as she drove her hand around the shocked blonde girls throat and lifted her up off the floor. She was driven across the room by the long and almost floating strides of the vampiress who slammed Roses body into the wall alongside the portrait of Lord Malice. "Look at it!" She brought her fanged visage to bear directly before Roses face.

"What is funny, that would cause you to chuckle?" Her fingers tightened, making it difficult for Rose to respond, let alone breath as the power of Magdeline's grasp kept Roses feet dangling a few feet off the floor while she was firmly splattered against the wall. "Tell me, slave, what is it that makes one so low as you, laugh at one of the founding lords of this very guild?!"
 
She was caught off guard almost instantly as the long slender fingers of Magdeline wrapped around her throat and squeezed tightly. She was able to lift Rose off the floor in one swift sweep, throwing her against the wall within mere moments of her being in the air. Rose's hands wrapped around Magdeline's as she squeezed the air from her lungs.

The vampiress fangs were inches from her face, forcing her to look at the painting of Lord Malice. She was asking questions that Rose couldn't respond to, the weight of her hand against her throat was causing Rose to loose the ability to breath or even speak.

The slave girl hadn't meant anything disrespectful towards Lord Malice. It was more of a chuckle to what Magdeline had murmured about him.

Shaking her head a few inches, Rose tried to pull the fingers away from her throat so she could speak and she was having no luck. Her feet dangled above the the ground, causing the pressure against her throat to become tighter as she struggled.

She was struggling to breath and was starting to gasp for air. Her feet started to kick below her as she done her best to answer.

"No... I..." Rose paused as she tried to take a breath of air in. "I.... didn't mean it.... disrespectful Mistress."

Rose whimpered, "it was..... your comment...." She couldn't speak anymore, the words let the air escape her lungs and she couldn't gain any more.
 
Magdeline's dark and fierce gaze remained affixed upon Rose's for a moment longer as the young blonde gurgled and squealed out her response. She let her drop then like a sack onto the floor at her feet. "I hope you realize, how furious I am with you right now..." She hissed as her legs bent slightly and a devastating back hand came down that fell like a blast of lightning across Rose's cheek which sent the delicate and terrified girl sprawling out across the floor. "I'm not here to amuse you.." Her teeth ground together as she glared down at Rose.

"Now, I'm going to finish showing you the rest of the portraits, and so help me, if you even laugh one more time in my presence I will flay your fucking flesh from your lips." Magdeline turned her attentions to one of the racks that were nearby and her slender black nail clad fingers reached up and grasped a coiled whip that dangled from a peg. She let it unfurl and snake it's length out upon the floor as she watched Rose out of the corner of her eye.

"Get your scrawny little body back into the middle of the room and resume your position, slave.." Her words snapped in unison with the whip that lashed out and cracked against Rose's back, leaving a long tear to form in the delicate blue fabric she was wearing. Immediately the skin of her back was sliced open by the impact of the whip and left a trailing line of red that formed in the wake of the strike.

"Five...four..." She was counting fast.
 
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