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Portal - Innocence Lost (Black_Out and Loveme)

When her grip released from Rose's throat, she dropped to the stone floor with a loud THUD. Rose was resting on her ass at the moment, trying to gasp for air to refill her lungs from what Magdeline had squeezed from her body. Her left hand held her throat from where she had been squeezing, feeling imprints from those long slender nails that had been wrapped tightly against her neck.

With lightening speed Rose could feel the powerful slap of Magdeline's hand coming square across her cheek. The power and strength was enough to send her face lurching to the side and cause her body to sprawl out against the cold stone floor.

As if she wasn't terrified before, she was now. How a mere chuckle had sent her over the edge and Rose instantly was regretting any words ever escaping her lips. Even now, she was terrified and she knew that this was only part of the strength of her Mistress.

Rose was in the process of raising herself from the floor as she seen the long coil of a whip fall and uncurl from the corner of her eye. Whimpering rather softly, she scampered to the center of the room or rather tried to make it to the center of the room...

It felt like mere second after she had started to move to the gold inlay that the whip cracked across the air and found its rightful home against the middle of her back. Upon impact she could feel her skin splitting open where the whip had landed agaisnt her skin. It was a feeling of pain she had never felt before, never known could be that bad until she had felt it. Her hands stopped moving on the stone, she was hurled over in pain as she felt the blood from the fresh cut seeping into the delicate fabric of the gown. Screams of agony filled the room and continued to fill the room as due hurried carefully back to her spot. Kneeling in the center of the room. Her shoulders were pushed back, or chest out and her hands raked across her back as her palms touched. Her arms rested against the fresh slit going down her back and only caused more pain.

The slave winced as she looked down, not daring for her eyes to wander.
 
Magdeline remained towards the wall as she watched Rose resume her position and examined how dutifully and swiftly she took the correct posture. The vampiress let a slow smile form on her full lips as she stood in the background and recoiled the length of the whip in her hands before returning it to the peg. Her index finger traced a small smear of blood away from the leather whip and brought it up to her mouth where her silken tongue rose out of her mouth and licked the dab of blood away. "Mmm.." She softly cooed as the taste washed down her tongue before she looked back to Rose.

"It's crystal clear to me that you are in need of some serious discipline." She watched the rich crimson blood washing down across her back from the open welt that burned bright against her pale skin. She stepped quietly back over towards one of the racks and examined a row of masks, picking out a black head piece of leather that had small eyelets and a few metal rings fixed into different locations around it's surface. There was a rigid bone covered in black leather where the mouth hole was, one that would force those who wore it to keep their jaws settled in an open state.

After selecting that she looked over a selection of black straps and ties, and plucked a handful of them from where they were displayed. They dripped downward from her hands as she turned then and made her way to stand behind her Rose. "Don't move a muscle." She hissed as she began to take the straps and wrapped them around her upper arms, looping the black strap between them and pulling it tightly, almost to the point that Rose could feel her shoulders threatening to pop out of their sockets. Once the strap was locked secure and tight she did the same to her elbows, and then tugged her hands firmly until they were touching the wrist of her crossing arms and strapped them into place tightly.

She stepped around Rose then, leaving her arms painfully pulled and secured behind her back as she went to draw the full black hood down over the girls bowed head. "Open your mouth as wide as you can."
 
Rose could hear her Mistress's feet walk against the stone floor, she couldn't see where she was or what she was doing, it was all a mystery to her as she kept her gaze down and focused on the gold inlay. She could feel her own blood dripping down her back, moving down to her ass and finally finding its place against the floor. Pooling as it shined and glistened in the candles light.

Rose didn't move, she didn't dare move after what had previously happened the past few moments. She could feel the strength of Magdeline behind her and something hitting against her back. Her eyes winced as she felt Magdeline wrapping the straps around her upper arms, pulling them out and causing her chest to move forward and push outwards.

More straps wrapped around her elbows and her hands, causing her arms to stay fully immobile behind her back. Rose's shoulders were in a very awkward position and a very horrible painful one. Groaning deeply, she heard Magdeline speak.

She could hear Magdeline's feet walk around in front of her and Rose left her eyes down on and focused on her boots. Whimpering softly as she slid the hood over her head, darkness enclosed her until it was situated the way it needed to be. Rose obeyed and opened her mouth as wide as she could, allowing Magdeline to slide the rigid bone into her mouth.
 
The slim figure of Magdeline drifted back a few steps to admire the masked and open mouth gagged body of Rose that was kneeling obediently in the middle of the floor. Her dark eyes drifted upwards and her index finger tapped softly at the bulb of her bottom lip as she looked at the chains and pulleys hanging up in the ceiling. "Hmmm..." Her lush lips curled slowly into a smile as a sparkling glimmer of cruel intent shone in her eyes.

She turned then, walking on long silent strides towards another rack where she gathered up a pair of black leather ankle shackles that had a thin length of chain drawn between them. "Make sure your feet are as close together as you can manage them to be." Her cold indifferent voice demanded as she twirled the black ankle cuffs about by the narrow chain in her grasp.

The Mistress settled down to a single knee beside Rose and one by one she settled the straps firmly around her ankles, leaving the foot long chain slightly slack between her feet. "Good. Good." She mused to herself as she stood back up and walked over towards a winch and began to turn it, which caused a chain directly over Rose to begin to descend until it clanked upon the stone floor at her immediate side.

Magdeline hummed some unknown song that sent chills down Rose's spine as she returned and once more took a knee at her side. Her long slender fingers scooped up the chain and opened the hook upon it's end and drew it around the stout middle ring of the chain connecting to her ankle shackles. "I don't want to hear a single complaint. Understood, good." She patted Rose on top of the head as she stood back up and walked over to the wall, and began to turn the winch, drawing the chain back up, and with it Rose by her ankles.

She turned the winch until Rose dangled upside down at eye level with Magdeline and then set the locking peg in place to keep her at that elevation. "Now then, where were we, oh yes, the next portrait." She spoke with a glare towards Rose that let her know that things could, and would get much worse if she didn't please her.
 
Rose's head was still bowed as she heard Madeline's foot steps. Thump, thump, thump. The black hood caused her mouth to remain open, allowing drool to run down her chin and onto her chest. The woman had no choice but to kneel correctly and obediently in her place. The binds around her arms were putting strain on her shoulders. The pain along with her back still stinging was enough to allow muffled whimpers to escape her lips.

She was very obedient when her Mistress told her to move her ankles as close together as she could. Feeling the straps wrapping tightly around her ankles. In that moment Rose knew she was in trouble. She was completely immobile and was about to be even worse.

Feeling her attach something to her shackles, soon she could hear a winch turning and her body slowly rising off the floor. Her weight was lifted and caused her body to hang. Her arms were tight against her back, her head hanging as her hair fell around from the hood. Covering her face as it did.

What blood hadn't dried up was dripping down her back, into her shoulders and staining the fabric that she wore, which was slowly falling down and pooling at her shoulders. Her gaze turned to Magdeline and watched as she moved to the next portrait.
 
Magdeline made her way across towards the next unlit white candle and tapped the still hot end of the poker across the wick which sparked to life. Light rose upwards, illuminating a portrait of a burly looking man with a thick tangle of hair and the most intense yellow stare that seemed to focus on Rose as she swayed upside down a few feet off the floor. "Here we have our dear Slave Lord Beorn." She looked up towards the painting as she let the tip of the poker settle upon the floor.

"He is our tracker, our hunter, any slaves that would somehow manage to slip away from us, he inevitably finds and brings them back." Magdeline glanced back over her shoulder towards Rose. "Do you find anything amusing about him that you wish to share?" Her lips turned upward. "No, that's probably a good decision on your part."

The vampiress wandered her way back over towards the fire, dousing the tip of the stoker back into the flames and embers within the fireplace. "Lastly we have Lord Poe, now he is not a Slave Lord like the others and myself." She turned the poker around in the fires heat before drawing it out and lighting the candle that was set atop the mantle above the fireplace. Once more the light flickered to life and spread upwards revealing yet another intricate frame and masterfully crafted painting.

Where the other paintings were all fine and fanciful works of art, this one of a man named Poe was extravagantly framed in gold. The man wore silken rich robes that swept on endlessly from the comfort of a regal solid gold lounge chair that he was draped across. There was a sparkle of red energy that seemed to illuminate around the visage of the man within the painting as Magdeline turned back towards Rose after leaning the poker along the side of the fireplace. "He runs Piom, his word is law here, and you may very well end up in his court as he does love to purchase the virgins that come through our fine establishment."

Magdeline made her way back over towards the winch and slowly, gently lowered Rose back down until she was laying in her bindings upon the center of the floor. "He won't come to look at you personally though, he'll send a representative instead."
 
The next portrait that she lit up was of Beorn. She could see his yellow eyes staring down at her, like he was trying to peer into the girls soul. The man looked like someone who she didn't want to mess with and upon hearing Magdeline share the information about him, Rose had been right. He was a tracker, for slaves that escaped. Rose didn't want to even think about what happened to those slaves once he caught them.

Swaying in the air as her Mistress asked if she had anything to say about him, she shook her head rather quickly. She had learned her lesson. The leather whip against her back had left a lasting impression. One she wasn't sure if Magdeline was done with.

When she seen the last painting light up, if she could have dropped her jaw in awe, she would have. The man in the painting was extremely well put together, extremely sexy in his own ways. He looked like a King as he sat on the chair. If she was to end up in his court, Rose didn't quite know how she would feel about that. It was like there was a power of it's own filling the air from his painting alone.

Once all the paintings were lit and her mistress seemed satisfied, she could hear the winch being lowered and her body hitting the stone floor. She was now laying in the center of the floor on her side. Her eyes moving to anywhere but Magdeline's graze. Twisting her body around, she knew she needed to try and back on her knees.
 
The tall slender full figured vampiress in the shoulderless black silk gown watched with obvious amusement as the bound body of Rose struggled to find a way to get back to her kneeling position, but was simply flopping and squirming against the stone floor. "Aren't you cute" She mused as she wandered around the room and snatched up a pair of thin bundles of black rope along with a pair of polished tiny metal clamps that were connected by a short length of delicate chain links. "I'm afraid, that after today I'm just not going to allow you to be sold yet, until I feel you've been fully broken into submission."

She flashed her fangs towards Rose as her hips swayed as she approached the bound blonde beauty with those looping narrow ropes in one hand and the clamps dangling between the fingers of her other. One of her dark black stiletto heeled boot came down across the side of Rose's hip as she looked down towards her. "Stop squirming about and stay still." She commanded as she removed the boot from her hip and knelt at her side, laying the items upon the floor. Her sharp and long ebony nails scratched over Rose's belly and then tugged the light blue shirt up from her chest and tucked it around Rose's masked face, revealing her breasts.

"I just can't let you out into Piom until you really know your place here." Her hand dragged the narrow bundles of rope over and with those in hand she began to loop them around the base of Rose's breasts. Tightly spinning the ropes about the roots of her ample breasts, causing them puff outward as the circulation of blood was stringently lessened. She smiled as she traced the tips of her long sharp nails over the reddening flesh of Rose's breasts and flicked her index finger against one of the vulnerable nipples. "Now, for the clamps." Slender fingers drew away from her breasts and plucked up the small length of thin chain and the attached clamps which in quick succession were opened up and snapped down against each of her nipples, biting hard into them.

Magdeline drew the shirt down then, letting the soft and feather light fabric drape over Rose's bound breasts. Her hand went and curled around Rose's shoulder, using that as leverage as the vampiress rose to her feet and turned to walk away. "By the time the first guard of our humble order arrives here, I want you to be back on your knees." Her boots began to move, carrying Magdeline away. "You will suck every cock that comes into this room, and if any of the men do not feel you gave your best effort, they will let me know." Her voice faded as Magdeline vanished into the hallway and the sounds of her departing clicking boots echoed into silence.
 
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It was something Rose was trying to do, trying to move back into her kneeling position. Being bound by her ankles and having her arms tied tightly behind her in numerous spots made it extremely hard to move. This time Rose was able to see what Magdeline grabbed off of the shelves. Tiny metal clamps and bundles of rope. She wasn't quite sure what the ropes were far but she knew exactly what the clamps were far. Whimpering and shaking her head slightly, she felt the high heeled boot push against her hip to keep her still.

Her body shook slightly as she remained still. Rose was scared, her body showing it as it quivered down on the floor. The ropes were now being wrapped around her breasts, causing them to plump out and the blood flow to slow. It also made them extremely sensitive, especially as she flicked her finger across her nipple before attaching the clamps.

Groaning out in pain and pleasure at the same time, she felt Magdeline using her shoulder for leverage to stand up. Her command next had her extremely nervous. Every man that came into that room? How many men would that be? Would it be a few? Ten? Nodding as she tried to get "yes mistress" to escape her mouth.

Now she had to find out how she was going to get back into the position, time was ticking down. Rolling herself over to her chest, made it easier for her to wiggle into what she needed. Pushing her forehead down onto the floor, she used the force force to push herself up and into a somewhat kneeling position. After around ten minutes of struggling and cries of pain, she was now back in her perspective position in the middle of the gold. Looking down as far as she could, she could see her own dried up blood.

It was time to wait for the guards now....
 
The sound of heavy feet heralded the arrival of the first guard not long after Rose had found her way back into her kneeling position. His darkly clad leather body came to stand in front of her in short order and with a simple tug on the end of his trousers they were drawn downward enough to reveal the meager flaccid white meat of his cock as it fell out before Roses forced open lips. There wasn't any words offered from the barbarian that towered above her, the only greeting he gave Rose was a swift slap of his hand across the dark leather hood that was tightly around her face. His hand then took a firm hold on both sides of her head and drew her gaping held open lips towards the slowly rising shape of his manhood.

He plunged it into the depths of her mouth, rocking her head back and forth with his hands as it began to harden and thicken in the damp warmth of her mouth. She could feel his arousal growing as the once flaccid cock turned into raw hard steel that plunged in and out of her defenselessly offered opening. He grunted, the earthy smell of the primal man was pressed up against her flared nostrils. The salty musky taste of his cock filled her mouth, and within minutes that stretched on the eruption of his heated liquid pleasure poured out of the head of his cock. It washed into Roses mouth, spilling down her throat, coating her tongue, and dripping out of the corners of her mouth.

With another slap across her face given after the guard withdrew his length from her gasping lips the man turned and left. Another arrived, the process repeating as another slap of a hand fell across her face followed by her mouth being filled with another guards hardened cock. Again, and again they came in succession and used her, few took their time, none were gentle. Most shot their heated loads into the depths of her mouth, forcing her to swallow the sticky fluids, while two of the guards elected to spray their clinging hot warmth across her chest and neck.

After what seemed an eternity Rose had serviced the cocks of ten different guards that day. She was left alone then, for maybe an hour or more, the passing of time being difficult to tell down there in the windowless surrounds of the dungeon chamber. She could eventually hear the soft clicks of Magdelines approach as the vampiress was returning to the chamber to assess her performance.
 
As soon as she was back on her knees, she heard the footsteps of the first guard coming. He wasn't smooth or easy with her either. His hand smacked against her face and was soon shoving his cock in her mouth. She had no choice but to take his cock all the way in, letting him fuck her mouth. It didn't seem like a long time and he was already cumming in her mouth. It was thick and creamy, shooting down the back of her throat.

It was man after man, mouth full after mouth full of cum that came down her throat. That filled her mouth...

Some she was able to swallow and some fell from her mouth as she couldn't swallow it. It mixed with her own saliva as it fell down her chin, fell over her chest. More cum accompanied the drops as the last few men spewed their cum all over her chest and neck. Each time the men fucked her she was gagging, coughing, they had all pushed past her gag reflex and didn't care. They were relentlessly fucking her mouth.

When the last guard finally left, Rose fell to her chest. She was physically and mentally tired. Her body was covered in cum and drool. Her shoulders and arms were killing her from being bound so long, her back was still stinging every time the thin fabric rubbed against the wound. Her whimpers and turned into pleas. Her breasts were purple and blue from the lack of circulation and her nipples were in so much pain. Groaning deeply as she fell to the floor. She was crying what she could, no tears were left in her body it felt like.

Rose had no long how long she had been there, time had faded away. Hearing the clicks of Magdeline's boots coming down the hallway, Rose whimpered. She hated to see what she looked like down there, a heap of pitifulness she could only imagine. Raising her head a few inchs from the ground, she didn't even glance up at her mistress.
 
Her full lush lips twisted as the vampiress entered the torture chamber as her dark and remorseless eyes found Rose laying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Her dark hair flicked her long lustrous locks of hair back over her bared shoulder before she let the clicking sounds of her boots echo her imminent arrival by Rose's side.

There was a softer sound of padding steps following in Magdeline's wake as she held a thin cord of leather that was dangling behind her and noosed around the slender neck line of an elven maiden dressed in a simple white gown of some thing ghostly fabric that barely hid the nudity beneath the fabric. Her head was ducked down, both of her slender hands carrying a wooden bucket that sloshed about with soapy water. An old scar ran down from her left eye and trailed away along her cheek as the meek elven woman stayed behind Magdeline as the Mistress came to stand beside Rose.

"You look a mess, girl, but the guards all seemed happy with your performance." She scraped the tip of her boot along the floor and pushed it against Rose's chin. "This is my own personal attendant, Anmelial." Her long dark nails flickered towards the elf standing in her shadows. "She will see to you wound and clean you up, then escort you down to the slaves quarters and show you to your room." She turned to glance to the elven slave girl and gave a subtle nod towards Rose.

Anmelial swept quietly and humbly forward, settling the bucket down on the floor before lowering her lithe figure to rest her weight on both knees at Rose's side. Magdeline snapped her fingers as if to get Rose's attention. "You'll be a good girl, and act as if my property is a direct link to my eyes and ears, because she is." She shuffled her feet as the slave girl remained kneeling quietly at Roses side, hands resting on the fringes of her knees. "I have business to tend too, and next time you hear me approaching you best be in your proper positioning or I'll toss your scrawny little body in the iron maiden to wake you the fuck up."

With that Magdeline turned and made her way out of the chamber, once the sounds of her exiting feet diminished into silence the elven slave lifted her head and slid her hands behind Roses body and began to unfasten the binds that held her body in such rigid bondage. "Shh...I'll take care of you." She quietly murmured.
 
Rose couldn't even find the energy to look up at her Mistress, let alone try to mumble something back. When the top of her foot slid against her chin and lifted her gaze, Rose whimpered softly. Her head falling right back down when she removed her foot. The smaller elven woman was now kneeling before Rose, waiting to clean her.

Knowing that Magdeline's warning would be her first and last, she took note somewhere in her mind to always kneel in front of her. It didn't seem like she cared what condition Rose was in, she wanted her at her feet and in her correct position.

Hearing her Mistress's footsteps leaving, she nodded very slowly and tenderly to Anmelial. The eleven woman was tenderly touching her and being extremely careful not to hurt her anymore. Feeling the binds slowly unwrap from her arms, allowing her arms to freely move around once more. Moving them in front of her chest, Rose could see irritated round rings around both arms. The binds had dug so far into her arms that they had caused irritation to arise. Next she could feel Anmelial undoing the gag and hood from her head, a bunch of drool leaving her mouth as she pulled the gag free.

Being able to swallow was something she had never taken granted and now she knew could so easily be taken away. Next come the binds around her breasts, allowing the blood to flow instantly back. The clamps come slowly off of her nipples and Rose cried out in pain as she pulled them off. It was painful and she started to run her nipples and breasts. Helping the blood flow back into them. When Anmelial had the stuff gathered up, she slowly undone the ankle binds and started to clean Rose's body. Pulling the thin blood and cum soaked fabric away from her body.
 
Anmelial was as gentle as could be with Rose as she carefully began to wash the young blonde girls body with the soaking wet sponge that was floating in the cold soapy waters of the wooden bucket. She was extra careful with the passing of the sponge across the long red line that Magdeline's whip strike had left across her back. Dutifully dabbing the cold stinging waters against the angry red mark while she made soft soothing sounds with her lips to try to help and ease the pain. "Shh, I know it stings, but I've seen worse, just one lash means you got off easy."

The petite elven slave drenched the sponge then and lifted it up over Rose's head, letting the water spill out as she wrung it tightly in her grasp. "Close your eyes tight, I don't want to get any soap in them." She spoke meekly before the cold soapy waters spilled down over Rose like a waterfall that washed down her body. As the water trickled its way down Rose's form the light touch of the sponge fell along her body and worked away the grim and sweat from her body.

"Let's get you dried off, and then I'll show you to your quarters and you can get some rest." She gave Rose a simple smile as she placed a meager white towel in Rose's hands. "I'll take care of drying off your back." She said as she took another towel of the same quality and began to dab away around the fresh cut of the whip and the area around it. "I know she can seem harsh, but if you keep yourself humble and modest, and learn to know what she expects from you before she even asks it, you'll find she can be quite caring."
 
Rose allowed the woman to wash her and rinse her off. Taking several deep breaths in as she felt the stinging of the splash against her back. The elven woman was extremely nice and caring and made sure to be as easy as she could. When she spoke about showing modesty and being humble towards Magdeline, Rose nodded.

Drying herself off with the towel, Rose felt refreshed and some what had another wave of energy seeping through her veins. It wasn't alot by any means, but it was enough to let herself stand up without any help.

"I didn't mean to make her upset. I just thought what she said was funny." Rose took the towel and used it to dry her face off and handed it back to Anmelial. "Thank you.... for being careful and cleaning me up." Smiling softly, she covered her chest up with her crossed arms. "Is it bad? My back? It feels horrible."

The woman was completely dried off now and was looking forward to being able to rest. She didn't really know how much time she would get, but she knew she needed to enjoy it and take full advantage.
 
Anmelial spent a moment cleaning the blood away from her thin pull over garment and produced a needle and thread from a meager pocket in her own attire. "It's angry, but it's not bad, give yourself a few days and it should be scarring up nicely." She glanced to Rose as she sewed the rip in the thin blue shirt back together before handing it back to Rose and helping her pull it back over her head. "I wouldn't laugh, ever, in my Mistresses presence." She gave Rose a very stern look. "Unless she asked me too." She added as an afterthought.

The thin and slender arm of the elven slave woman swept gingerly behind Rose's back. "Come on, let me get you to your cell." She murmured as she led the blonde haired worn out Rose away. "The rest will do you good." Her voice was quiet as they left the torture chamber behind.

Down the hall she took Rose, past the pair of brutish thugs watching the portcullis. Rose could tell instantly that the two men were ones she had just recently serviced with her lips as their familiar faces watched her go past. One of them was even bold enough to give her ample ass a squeeze as Anmelial escorted her by them.

She led her to the long flowing main spiral stairwell and down further into the depths of the Slavers Guild. After passing by several more levels the stairwell opened up into a larger domed room where flickering torches lit the circular walls surrounding the stairs that finally came to an end deep below the ground. There were tables and stools, benches and work stations, and several more guards dressed in the Slave Guilds black leather armor. Clubs and whips dangled from their hips as they looked to Anmelials arrival but said nothing.

At least a dozen other slaves were present, dressed in meager thin garments, all sporting the same thin collar that was around Rose's neckline. Several were busy sweeping up the floor, while others were seated around a wide table and working on various crafts and projects that the guild would sell for a meager profit. Steins, dishes, bowls, utensils, and other such simple items were being polished and crafted from wood or clay by the silent hands of the slaves that didn't flinch from their duties to look towards Roses arrival.

Anmelial led her towards the circling walls, where cell door after cell door ran along the length of the stone room. The elven slave looked to a nearby guard and humbly spoke with a lowered head. "My Mistress wishes for her to rest, she is the new arrival, slave R." The guard nodded and moved to open the cell door with a key as Anmelial led her into the open cage that would be Rose's new home for the time being. It wasn't much, a cot with a blanket and a stiff pillow, a small stool and a wash basin and bucket. "Get yourself some rest, and remember, your name is slave R, now."
 
Rose followed Anmelial all the way as she led her to the slave quarters. Even whimpering as one of the guards that she had previously satisfied slapped her on the ass. It wasn't like she could retaliate and she honestly didn't want to know what would happen if she even tried it.

When she walked into the slave quarters, her gaze swept over the other slaves. Every single one of them were busy. Cleaning, in the progress of making something, their hands were busy and none of them were resting it seemed. The Slave Guilds guards made sure of that, towering over them all with those menacing whips.

When Anmelial spoke to the guard, Rose didn't dare look up. Her gaze remained on the floor, even as she heard the key unlocking the cell door. Following Anmelial in, Rose looked up and turned her head to look over all the things that were there.

A small cot, blanket, pillow, a stool and a wash basin. It wasn't a lot at all and part of Rose wanted to speak up, but she knew it could be a lot worse. "Thank you Anmelial." Speaking softly, Rose pulled the blanket off of the cot and slowly and carefully laid down on the cot. Pulling the blanket over her and resting her head on the stiff pillow.

The slave girl closed her eyes as she heard the cell door shutting. It wasn't long and she was asleep, getting the much needed sleep and rest that she needed.
 
A cold bucket of water splashed down across the slumbering body of Rose some indeterminable time later, the shock of it immediately jolting her out of the depths of her sleep. "Get up, get on your feet." The rough feeling of a hand claiming her soaking wet hair accompanied the deep and ill-mannered voice of one of the Slave Guilds heavy set guards. "Mistress Magdeline wants you up and outside right now, she's waiting for you." The thick scarred and worn fingers yanked her up by her hair as the other hand moved to attach a long leash to the tight clinging leather collar fitted about her neck. "Move." The black leather clad guard demanded as thick brown brows narrowed upon her before he turned to lead her out of the open cell door.

Whether or not Rose was swift enough to respond and follow along, that stringent leash around her neck made sure she was as the guard didn't hesitate to use it to pull her or drag her if necessary. The other slaves in the chamber barely dared to steal a glimpse her way as they toiled away at the various simple projects at their work stations. The other trio of guards kept a close eye on those slaves as the guard ruthlessly led Rose through the room and towards the grand spiraling stairs that swept upwards and upwards. "You must of really ticked her off." The guard glanced back towards Rose as his stout square jaw opened his mouth just enough to let out a short laugh.

The strong armed guard led her down the corridor that left the slaves pens and chamber and into the base of the spiraling stairs. Upwards she was taken, the guard still fully expecting her to keep pace and not offering her any mercy. If she faltered he pulled, if she stopped he was quick to slap his broad hard hand across her face. His long strides continued upwards over the tightly spun steps, passing every level on the way to the very peak of the stairs where he turned and drew Rose along behind him through the candle lit corridor that led towards the main entrance of the guild halls depths.

He didn't pause as he swung the door open and pulled Rose out into the sunken moonlit courtyard where a pair of guards stood flanking the doorway. Magdeline was there as well, standing with her back towards the doorway, her long slender body was clad in a sleek light blue dress of refined quality. Silver and gold sparkled around her neck, wrists, and fingers from a variety of jewelry that accented her striking figure. To her side was a small cage of hard metal bars set upon thick wooden wheels. It was perhaps no more then a few feet wide and high, and just slightly longer in length. The top of the cage was currently folded open and as the guard arrived with Rose she gestured with her jewel and gem laden fingers towards it. "Put Slave R inside there, secure her, and then we'll parade her through the town before we deliver her to Lord Malice."

Magdelines gaze slowly drew back over her shoulder, the intense blood thirsty pupils settled upon Rose. "He is so looking forward to meeting you." As those words left her full lush lips the trio of guards descended upon Rose and with or without her cooperation they began to force the young blonde slave into the opening of the cage. It was going to be a very tight fit, and once they had her inside, there were metal bars that were jutted through the openings of the cage that were quite effective in limiting her ability to move at all.
 
The cold water woke her up out of a complete dead slumber and made her scream. It had been or felt like ages since she had slept. Even if the cot was hard and the blanket barely covered her. Before she could even get up on her own accord she felt a strong hand grabbing at her wer hair and pulling her to her feet. The guard clipped a leash around her the o-ring that was on her collar and started to pull her out of the cell before Rose could even get a well balanced stance.

"Hmmmp...." She muttered softly as she almost fell. Regaining her balance before she did, it threw her off balance for pretty much the remaining time. The Slave Guild guard didn't care, he pulled on the leash more and pulled her along to spiraling staircase. Then his words hit her and Rose couldn't help but wonder what was in store for her now. She had assumed all had been forgiven, but now she didn't know. "I didn't mean to...." She uttered as she followed the man out into the moonlit courtyard.

Seeing her Mistress in the moonlight, she looked absolutely stunning. But then her eyes quickly shifted to a small cage that was on wheels. It caused her to shiver, only assuming who it was for. Rose had no chance to get into her kneeling position before Magdeline was ordering them to put her into the cage.

Hearing Lord Malice's name made her cringe, knowing that he would may be her final owner. She didn't dare ask, but she didn't want to willingly move into the cage either. Her hands fought the guards as they shoved her into the tiny cage. It had been no good to try and fight them, they out numbered her and were way stronger. The cage was tiny and barely enough room, but then they pushed metal bars into the cage, limiting her movement to barely a few inches at a time if that.

Groaning, Rose could feel the embarrassment that was about to happen. She was clothed, but barely. The thin blue fabric was still see through and Rose hung her head down as she heard the cage door closing.
 
The long slender body of Magdeline moved with a fluid grace as she lifted her right arm upwards while her black nail clad fingers waggled down towards the narrow confines of the caged wagon Rose was secured within. "Bring her along." She commanded in a tone that was evenly tempered as she made her way up the ramp on sleek black leather walking boots that rose up just beneath her knees. The sturdy guard who had escorted her up from the depths of the slave pens strode forward and took his place in front of the wagon. He leaned over, looking at Rose briefly as he grasped the handle for the wagon and then turned around, adjusting his grasp so as to hold it behind his back now. Upwards he strode, drawing the wagon and Rose up the slope behind him as he followed dutifully after the hauntingly beautiful head mistress of the slave guilds hall.

"Let's take her through the lost cause district, let her see with her own eyes what fate she can expect if I find her to be a worthless investment." There was a subtle pause from the barbaric guard as he looked towards the back of Magdeline, but he said nothing and continued to pull Rose along with him. She shifted her gaze back over her shoulder and darkened eyes settled on Rose. "You make sure to look about, and take it all in."

The district of lost cause was aptly nicknamed as Rose soon discovered after being led aimlessly down narrow side streets in the shadows of the moon. The stench was the first tell tale sign discovered, and soon the sources appeared. Puddles of shit, vomit, and urine sat in stagnant pools and piles here along the narrow broken up roadway. The downhill descent into the slums of Piom brought the cities drainage to collect here, along with the wagons that dumped their refuse without concern along the narrow winding roads. The din of bugs filled the air, and the ramshackle huts of rotted wood and decaying straw caked in mud surrounded the cramped paths through the filth ridden section of town.

People covered in muck and filth, emanating a stench as foul as the things left to bake in the sun watched with unpredictable earnest at the passing of the fancifully dressed Magdeline and her escorting guard, and wagon that kept Rose pinned in place. A few dared to step forward from the shadows and the guard shifted one hand from the handle of the wagon and settled it onto the handle of a wood axe at his side. Magdeline though would temper no intrusion upon her chosen path and with one look from her eyes that shone with a crimson hue the would be muggers sank back into the shadows one by one. They knew those eyes, everyone in Piom knew those eyes and not to cross who they belonged too.

Without much hindrance they traversed the plight ridden streets with Magdeline occasionally glancing back to Rose to make sure she was paying attention. The smell of death, decay, and sickness merged with the aroma of the piles of feces and pools of urination to create an overwhelming parlor of disgust. People looked weak, emaciated, and poorly clothed, or stripped bare of any clothing. Handfuls of them even appeared dead, left to rot without any care given to pay them the respects of a burial. Another smell on rare occasion found it's way into Rose's nostrils, offering a brief respite from the vomit inducing smells around her. It was a burning and charred floral aroma as they passed a precariously leaning hut where a cloister of the downtrodden had gathered to smoke up some opium.

The wagon cut through it all, led by Magdeline and as they worked their way out of the sunken portion of Piom where the forgotten were left to their own spoils she looked towards Rose within the cage. "I hope that had the desired impact upon you." Her purple glossed lips curled into a smirk. "It's time's like that where I'm glad my sense of smell is dead to me." She turned then, beckoning with her movements alone for the guard to bring the wagon bound Rose along as they made their way towards the Pits, where she was soon to meet Lord Malice.
 
As the guard and Magdeline led her down the streets of the district of lost cause, Rose couldn't help but smell the stench the emitted from around the streets. It was just like a sewage, the smell was awful, one that she was sure would be stuck in her nose for days to come. The people that lived there were all covered in muck, filthy and stinky just like the streets.

Even in the moonlight you could see the muck and filth. Rose couldn't turn away, didn't dare turn away from looking. In fear that her Mistress would leave her there. Shaking her head just barely, she tried to hold her breath but would always have to breath and get a bigger sniff of the awfulness.

When Magdeline Magdeline spoke, Rose nodded. "Yes Mistress." It had the desired effect on her. Even though Magdeline was strict and even scary, she made sure her slaves were well taken care of unless they stepped out of line like Rose had previously.

As they moved along from the district, Rose let her head hang down, trying to rest it from the difficult and tight position that the guards had placed her in.
 
Through the narrow roads composed of broken, shattered, and worn down cobbles the wagon bound Rose bounced along behind the smooth and effortless strides of her vampire Mistress. The roadways opened up as several avenues merged together as they neared the place affectionately dubbed as The Pits. It looked like a small fortress with twenty foot high walls composed of a conglomeration of various rocks that sat alone upon a small hill. It was surrounded on all sides by the mangled and mish-mashed construction that made up the vast majority of Piom. Large wrought iron gates stood open, beckoning them to enter through the waving torch lit portal.

The barbaric guard grunted with the effort of dragging the heavy cage that Rose was snared within as he tugged her up the sloped road towards the gate. More guards, dressed in a similar attire to his own stood watch around the yawning portal and dipped their heads as the form of Magdeline became evident as she walked wordlessly past them. Everything sunk downwards then as the immensity of the arena opened up before them. Walkways of smoothed stone wrapped around the various arenas that were situated at the lowest levels of the concave arena. Wooden planks that served as benches were arranged in circular patterns around the various battle grounds below.

Those places of combat were split into four sections by wooden walls that had heavy wooden wheels which allowed for them to be moved away to open up the arena floor for bloodshed on a larger scale. Currently at his hellishly late hour the Pits were empty of spectators and devoid of competition, but the place seemed capable of hosting an audience of at least a thousand people, if not more. A nearby guard approached and respectfully ducked his head as he addressed Magdeline. "Good evening Head Mistress, how may I serve you?"

Magdeline glanced to the man and her lush lips parted as she spoke. "Let Lord Malice know that the slave I had mentioned has been delivered. I'll pick her up when her time here is done." With that Magdeline turned to her escort. "Bring the wagon back after she's been taken into Lord Malice's hands." She barely spared a glance at Rose before her silent strides took her back out through the entrance of the Pits and into the night once more.
 
Rose remained quite the whole journey towards Lord Malice. Even if she knew what to say, she didn't believe she could. Her head remained up as she was pulled through out the town, finally making their way to the pits. It was a huge arena that was currently divided into smaller arenas.

Her eyes roamed over the pit as she felt the wagon coming to a complete stop as her Mistress spoke to the guard. Magdeline would be leaving her there until her time was done, which just so happened to make Rose extremely nervous. She was trying to adjust her body in the cage, but soon gave up within a few moments.

The cage was barely big enough for her to fit in, more the less move in. The young slave allowed her eyes to trail her Mistress as she walked out. Magdeline barely glanced as she walked back Rose and her confinement.

Shaking her head, Rose spoke softly as she could no longer hear Magdeline's footsteps. "Why... why am I here?" Of course she knew that Magdeline was going to sell her virginity off and maybe even sell her off to someone else. But she had no idea what Lord Malice would want with her.
 
As soon as Magdeline was gone the accompanying guard began the process of releasing Rose from her stringent confinement within the cage. The long bars that locked her limbs into place were removed, the chains that bound her were undone, and finally the door to her travelling prison was unlocked. His hand reached down then and grasped the leash that was attached to her collar as he roughly pulled her up and out of the small cage. "Get on your knees. If Lord Malice wants to tell you why your here, he will." He barked at her as the arena guard turned and made his way down the steps towards the floor of the Pit.

The guard stood besides Rose, and if she didn't kneel as he ordered he would beat her with that wooden rod until she was on her knees. "Keep quiet." He muttered to her as the seconds passed into minutes while they waited at the upper levels of the arena.

A large shadowy figure approached from up out of the arena floor, climbing the steps with long strides of thick legs. The massive mans entire barrel like chest was bare and coated with a dense carpet of coarse black hair that worked out over his broad shoulders and down his python sized arms. Immediately as the torch lights lit his grizzled face Rose knew it was Lord Malice. As he got closer a smaller, meek little figure of a somewhat plump woman could be seen being dragged along behind him, it was Angela.

He was the spitting image of his portrait and his heavy black boots, studded with sharp metal spikes didn't stop walking until he was standing directly before her. He was tall, thick and powerful looking and rose easily to some seven feet in height as he crossed those muscle laden arms of his across his stout hairy chest and turned his gaze down at Rose. "I hear Slave R wants to know why she is here." He gestured with a subtle nod of his head towards her old acquaintance, Angela. "I hear the two of you have some personal grudge against each other. So, you'll be happy to know that I'm going to let you both have at each other in the Pits, between rounds."

There was a little smile on Angela's lips as she looked across the short distance that was separating her from Rose and her eyes narrowed. "I haven't figured out what will happen to the loser yet, but since I heard you found something about me to be amusing, I figure I'll find a way to show you just how humorous a man I am." The thick square jawed man pushed his boot forward, pushing up under Rose's chin and forcing her to look at him as those sharp spikes threatened to break the skin if she didn't. "A little handicap for you to deal with, maybe, one arm tied behind your back." His lips curled into a grin and Angela's mouth mirrored that smirk.
 
Magdeline was long gone as the guard started to undone the chains and metal rods that kept her in her position. As he removed them, she had a little bit of freedom to move around in. Having her body pulled out of the cage by her leash, she whimpered softly. Though Rose was extremely thankful to be out of the confined space.

Stretching her body out before she was forced to her knees. It was something she had learned the hard way from her Mistress. Rose fell into the kneeling position like it was second nature as her eyes were focused on the ground beneath her knees and the guards feet. Rose didn't dare mess with the guard or dare to speak. In her own mind she knew that the guard would beat her and Magdeline surely would for disgracing her.

As the seconds past to minutes, she adjusted her hands behind her back and quickly stopped as she heard heavy footsteps and the shadow of a large grizzly man walking up to her. One glance at his face allowed her to see that it was Lord Malice. Feeling a heavy pit in her stomach, she let her gaze drop back beneath her. When Lord Malice began to speak, Rose wasn't quite sure what to say or do. So she remained quite until he mentioned Angela.

"Her?!" Her words slipped from her mouth right as she felt his spikes on his boots lift her chin up. Her gaze was now looking into his and out of the corner of her eyes she could see Angela beneath Malice.

She wanted to shake her head, to disagree with him but she didn't dare move her head. "I didn't mean anything ill willed by it.... I promise. I am sorry... my Mistress beat me after that. Please... I am sorry lord Malice" Of course Rose knew she didn't need a handicap. Not against Angela. Especially if she was to lose, she didn't know what would happen to her.
 
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