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Author Topic: Movement  (Read 905 times)

Description: NSFW: Probably sex, probably NC, probably weirdness // Tag: Sabine

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Movement
« on: Jan 12, 19, 11:57:38 PM »
Quinlan's Current Disguise:
Nero Augustus


He'd allowed her to see Aurelius, finally. He hadn't wanted to, but he deemed it a necessary step. The process of turning the Queen's dependency from her former benefactor to himself was going to be a slow and delicate matter. It was intentional that he'd waited until he'd broken through a few of those tethers before allowing the two to converse. He needed her to remain familiar with him, not so that she could seek refuge in him - though she certainly may, in these early visits - but so that she would not romanticize him in his absence. He was no longer providing her sanctuary or decorating her wrists and neck with finery. He was no longer her guide, nor the bastion standing between her and the rest of the world. He was now just a man, gelded of all of his power save that which he retained at the Consul's pleasure. Fidelis suspected it would take some time before Sabine would truly understand how little Aurelius had to offer her, now. He knew that allowing her to see the Prince might set back the progress Fidelis had made with her, to some small degree. There was a chance that she would be reminded of how things used to be, and her pining for the stronger, impenetrable protector she used to believe him to be might tempt her to try and rebel against her newer master.

But there was also the chance that the Queen's understanding of Aurelius would shift, when she compared him to the other guiding hand to which she now knelt. There was a chance that Aurelius' role would evolve in her mind, and the disgraced Prince would become someone towards whom she was kindly disposed. An old friend, a former mentor, someone upon whom she'd look with fondness. It seemed unlikely that she'd disconnect from the notion of him as her patron and benefactor so soon, but the greedier, more impatient parts of Fidelis would not let him overlook the existence of that slim, tantalizing chance.

So he allowed her to share an evening with Aurelius. A meal, and the few hours following, remotely surveilled, of course. He'd warned her some time ago that if she revealed the truth of the relationship between herself and the Consul, it would go poorly for all involved. He trusted her to remember the warning, entirely sincere even if ominously vague.

He left her alone for several days afterwards, allowing her time to process. Time to grow bored, perhaps, or restless. Then he visited her and did nothing but command her to play the piano for him for over an hour. He left after her performance without laying a finger on her, and with little commentary aside from acknowledging that she was indeed talented. He visited her rooms a few days later when she was elsewhere, and left a small gift box in her things with a curious device inside. Also inside the box was a handwritten note with instructions for how to insert the device properly, and when she should wear it. It wouldn't be until later that she'd discover that it was tied via Craft to a ring that he wore which allowed him to activate it remotely at his leisure. She was sitting in a session of the Senate the first time he triggered it, and she was forced to maintain an untroubled facade while the device pulsed and raced against her sex. It was no harmless game, as allowing herself to convey either her distress or her arousal in the midst of that room would've surely ignited more than just tempers. She was a Queen, and a number of the men in that room were physiologically wired to want to defend and/or serve her to the exclusion of others. Who had ever forced her to use her Jewels in such away? Her, whose power ought to be cherished and saved for tending to the land or her men at most, if not saved entirely in case she ever needed to defend herself from harm! Yet 'Nero' seemed to have no qualms about making it quite clear that he owned everything about her, even her reservoir of personal power.

Today he'd left no instructions concerning the device. He'd sent word to her at midday, instructed her to bathe and dress in preparation for an evening out. He'd sent a dress as well, hidden until she unwrapped it in what must surely have been a disappointing moment. It was a commoner's dress, nothing remotely like the finery to which she was accustomed. His note commanded her to wear it beneath her normal robes, and to commission an escort and a carriage to take her on an outing late, well after the evening meal. He lent her no help in devising a story for where she was headed, but he doubted she'd have trouble conjuring something, if anyone asked.

He was waiting for her in the carriage, and dismissed her escort once she was tucked inside. He sent a thread to the driver to set them on their way, and then began to pull the robe off of his shoulders to reveal commoner's clothes on himself as well.

"Give me your robe," he instructed her, opening a hand towards her.


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Re: Movement
« Reply #1 on: Jan 13, 19, 07:04:54 PM »
The day he let her see Aurelius, Sabine felt something like a relief of pressure that had been building up within her as each day passed without his presence. Nero had been true to his word. Aurelius seemed to have no memory at all of what he had been forced to witness when he was brought to Nero's office that day, his beloved ward and Queen spread open on the desk before him in the most debasing way. While Aurelius of course expressed concern for her well being and asked how she was managing without him, he did not seem to worry for the sanctity of her person, or worry more that she was in Nero's grasp than he ever had since the day they returned home from Raej to find Nero had seized control of Hayll and her Queen.

The kindnesses Nero showed her left her unbalanced. She could hardly remember ever feeling as safe or cared for as when he cradled her against him in the warm waters of the bath, washing sweat, blood, and other bodily fluids from her body and allowing her aching muscles to finally ease into relaxation. She had been so exhausted she had fallen asleep in his arms. He could have done anything he wanted to her in the deep sleep of exhaustion and what he had chosen was to lay her carefully in bed and grant her the sweetest sleep she'd ever had.

When he came to listen to her play her piano, she had been prepared for more of the same treatment as before. When he left without anything more than a confirmation of her talent, she was further disoriented. There was a small part of her that wondered if she had somehow displeased him, but he wasn't acting upset or angry with her. On the contrary, the kindness continued.

When she received his gift, she fought to keep from tearing it open. Sharp disappointment filled her at the sight of the common dress. It was made out of a fabric she couldn't remember ever touching before, let alone wearing. But as the day grew on, so did her curiosity. When the time came, she put on the simple dress and wore her significantly more elaborate robes over it. Her Purple Dusk was around her neck, the large ring holding her Rose on her index finger. He might choose to take them from her, but she would not leave them behind without clear directions from him to do so.

The other thing that she had spent the day contemplating was what to do with the device he had gifted her. Having to remain perfectly calm and silent in a room full of males driven to respond to a Queen's every mood, every sound, had been a game she had quite enjoyed. He had not given her directions to wear it, but he had not instructed her to leave it behind, either. After making a few inquiries among her maids, she found a small bag that would not stand out against the clothing that Nero had picked out for her. She slipped the device into it as well as some lip stain and kohl for her eyes. She vanished nothing, fully aware that the first thing he did might very well be strip her once again of her Jewels and her Craft.

If she didn't know what her Master wished of her, she would try to arrive as prepared as possible.

When the time came, she entered the carriage and settled beside him. He began to remove his robes and she could see that he, too, was dressed in commoner's clothing. Sabine couldn't help but stare as she handed him her own robes. She had never seen him dressed in commoners clothing. She settled the plain bag on her lap. "It's the simplest one I could find," she offered by way of explanation. If he asked to see inside, she would show him without hesitation.

She had no idea what they were doing or where they were going. She realized quite suddenly that the thought didn't terrify her, but rather thrilled her, which was quite possibly the most unsettling reaction of all.





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Re: Movement
« Reply #2 on: Jan 13, 19, 07:59:26 PM »
A simple gesture was all it took to have her surrender her bag to him at the same time that she surrendered her robe. Initially he hadn't thought anything of it, but then it occurred to him to wonder what was so important to her that she'd bring it in her hands instead of in her psychic cabinet. Peering inside the bag nearly made him laugh aloud, though he did nothing more than show a satisfied little smile.

*Fond of my gift, are we?* he quietly gloated. *Your Jewels,* he prompted next, opening a hand towards her once more. He then vanished them, the bag, and the robes. She wouldn't need the cosmetics any more than she'd need the toy. Both her body and her face would be quite busy with other matters soon enough. And her Jewels, well... her Jewels were only loaned to her for the sake of public appearance, whether she'd come to terms with that yet or not. Once those things were vanished, he summoned a box into his hands, nearly a cube five or six inches deep.

*I think you will be fond of this gift as well, before all is said and done,* he mused, as he pulled open the hinged box.  He pulled a plain, pewter-colored ring from it, and slipped it onto one of his fingers. As he did so, the sight of him would change before her eyes. Though it would likely appear to the Queen that he'd donned a disguise tied to the ring, he'd actually simply relaxed the Craft that was powering his actual disguise, which was the image of Nero. The psychic impression of a Black Widow Warlord wearing the Rose and the Opal would seem manufactured to her, he thought, given how sure she likely was that he was Nero Augustus. Yet it was the truth of him, more nakedly exposed than anyone had seen in a very, very long time.

*Come here,* he said to her, as he pulled the second item out of the box. It was a collar carved of leather and fitted with brass details, one of which was an ominous-looking loop. The chain for which it waited was a slender and delicate-looking thing still withing the box, though he removed and pocketed it before vanishing the container. He turned the collar around and lifted it, expecting her to lower herself in front of him so that he might fix it around her slender throat. Once he'd done so, he sealed it with a whisper of Craft and gave it a soft tug, as though testing its closure. With a gesture, he gave her permission to return to her seat, and sat back himself to look at her. His gaze was calm, discerning, sharp.

*There is a web built into the collar not unlike the one built into this ring,* he said, gesturing to the pewter band. *You no longer bear the appearance of Sabine Vincentius, the Queen. You now have no name until and unless I deign to give you one. And you are no Queen, but a foreign witch I've bought for my pleasure. This will be your new reality until I tell you otherwise, do you understand?*

He waited for her affirmation before moving. Once he had it, he pulled the chain from his pocket and leaned towards her. With a click he latched it to the ring on the collar, and gave it a little tug as though testing it, as well. He did not release the pull, though, and held her stare for an incredibly silent few seconds, his gaze cool and intelligent. 

*If anyone discovers the truth of who we are, or even simply deduces that we are not whom we are pretending to be tonight, I will be very, very displeased.* He did not ask her if she understood what he meant by that. He was certain he did not need to verbalize his threats any longer. And perhaps, in his own greedy little mind he liked to believe that the threat of his displeasure itself was enough to direct her behavior in the first place. He slowly wound the chain's slack around his palm by rotating his wrist. His other hand found her knee and took hold of the skirt of her dress. Still holding her eyes, daring her to look away, he pulled her skirt up enough that his hand could slide beneath it. Up over her thigh to her hip, where his fingers slid beneath the edge of her smallclothes. He tugged at them, made room for his hand to slip between them and her flesh so that he could slide his fingers between the lips of her sex.

*You won't be needing these,* he promised her, before a lick of Craft vanished her underwear. Unhindered now, his trespassing hand searched deeper, and two fingers pressed inside of her body while he watched her from mere inches away.

*This, however,*
he said, more quietly, while he pushed his fingers deeper, stretching and turning them within her. *Will be quite useful.*

Had they not already arrived at their destination, who knows what he might have entertained himself with in the confines of the carriage. He received the mental acknowledgement from the driver, though, and withdrew his fingers from her cunt. Rather than wiping the wetness of her body off, he lifted those fingers and pushed them into her mouth, watching as he silently commanded her to clean them off instead. After, he took hold of her jaw in his hand, and simply studied her for a second before speaking, as though evaluating her face.

*Are you ready to show the world your true face, little one? It is ironic, I know, that it requires a disguise. But you will see. Tonight you will learn what it is to be free.*

But it didn't really matter whether she was ready or not. Her Master got out of the carriage, and even if she had no intention of following, the chain and collar she wore now left her no choice.


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Re: Movement
« Reply #3 on: Feb 20, 19, 02:11:57 AM »
Sabine gave a small nod when he asked if she was fond of his gift. There was no use hiding the truth from him. He would invade her mind and fill every space, just as he did the same with her body. Even if admitting that she craved what he did to her turned her stomach, it was better than lying only to have him steal the thought from her and learn of her deception.

He demanded her Jewels. This time, she didn't hesitate in sliding the Rose Jeweled ring from her finger or the Purple Dusk Jewel from around her neck. She offered him both. When they were together, he wanted complete control of her. Merely submitting was not enough. Granting him her mind and body to use as he pleased was not enough. He would see her stripped of her power. And even then, she didn't think his appetite would be satisfied.

If he could, Nero would consume her in her entirety.

She watched as he pulled out a box and opened it. The ring seemed plain, but when he slipped it on his finger, its power was suddenly quite clear. She watched in open fascination as his appearance shifted and changed. The scent of his caste dissolved, revealing another manufactured one in its place. Even his Jewels were altered slightly. No one who looked at him now would ever think he was Nero Augustus.

Sabine was still studying him when he summoned her closer. He revealed the collar to her and this, too, she was entranced by. The lines of it were beautiful and she found herself wanting to run her fingers over the edges. She sank to her knees at the slightest direction, helping pull her hair aside as he fastened the collar at the back of her neck.

Her eyes met his as she settled back into her seat. She couldn't stop staring at him. Nero explained to her what her new reality entailed. It should have frightened her. Instead, she felt her heart beating faster. Sabine was certain if she slid her fingers between her thighs, they would return wet with her desire. "I understand, Master."

The slight tug he gave the long, delicate chain resulted in a small gasp as a response. He didn't release her, holding the chain taut as he made very clear his displeasure should anyone find out the truth of her identity. "There is nothing to find out, Master. I am a foreign witch without a name. Your property. Nothing more." As she spoke the words, she focused her belief into them. It was a trick Aurelius had taught her long ago. This was who and what she was until he chose otherwise. If she believed it, none could call it a lie.

Sabine did not look away as his hand raised her skirt and moved up her leg. There was no challenge issued in return to his, merely obeisance in the softness of her gaze. His fingers slipped over and then into her panties before he vanished them completely. Her breathing grew a bit ragged as his fingers slipped between the folds of her sex. He would find her wet and needy, small moans coming from her lips as he turned and thrust his fingers inside her. When he withdrew them, Nero pushed them into her mouth. Sabine licked and sucked each finger.

She wasn't a Queen. She wasn't even Sabine. She was property, and property did as it was told.

Her Master stepped out of the carriage as she adjusted her skirt. When she didn't follow quickly enough, she felt the tug on the chain and she moved quickly, obeying the command and coming to stand before him. Her head dipped and she noticed that her hair was lighter, pale, like she was a member of the short lived. She wondered what her face looked like. "Did you make me as beautiful as you made yourself?" she asked, her eyes drinking in the illusion that masked his features. It was exquisite work. She could only imagine it had cost a fortune.





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Re: Movement
« Reply #4 on: Apr 09, 19, 03:58:44 PM »
Every answer was as it should be. Coiled within the depths of her mind as he was, he could sense the sincerity in her platitudes, the surrender in her concessions. She wasn't complete yet. This was merely the first layer of obedience; he could rouse her deeper wishes and then teach her to surrender those as well. It was a long process, to completely break someone down and build them back up into something else, even when starting with a soul as broken and threadbare as the Hayllian Queen's.

But for tonight, for now, this would do nicely.

He led her out of the carriage, smiling lowly in response to her question about their disguises. Pride trickled through him at her unintentional compliment, though his answer ignored the content of her question.

*When we are in public, you will speak only when spoken to.*

Already, he knew this would not be their only venture like this one. Already, the thrill of the coming night was whispering to him, warming his blood and running rampant in his imagination. The city around him was cool from the season, but bustled still with activity and energy. It was a more urban environment than Nero ever deigned to visit, but Fidelis loved this side of Hayll. Here, people seemed to him to feel life more keenly than the high born aristocrats did, removed as they were from so many of its arrows and slings. He led the Queen of Hayll on a slender leash down a busy street full of night-time celebrants that had no idea who moved among them. How long had it been since Sabine had brushed shoulders with the lowest of her people like this? Had she ever? Even before she'd been handed the mantle of Hayll, she'd always been a Queen. Always beloved, always protected, always insulated to some degree from the common people she was born to rule. Tonight would be a great many firsts for her, he imagined.

The alley into which he led her reeked of the worst parts of the city. It was a dimly-lit space between a Red Moon house and a pub, with a few locked, side doors leading into each business. On the side of the Red Moon house, a set of steps cut into the street to lead down into a basement entrance. There was no lock on this door, only the image of a bird that looked like it'd been charred into the wood, its scorched feathers sweeping beneath it in a long tail of plumage. He turned the handle and pushed the door open, and led Sabine-who-wasn't-Sabine into the darkness beyond.

The vestibule in which they stood once the door closed was smallish, comfortable for the two of them but not allowing for the presence of much more. All four walls were some kind of matte black surface, and the space was lit only by tiny globes of pale red witchlight, one contained in a fist-sized globe on each side of the space. Her Master paused there patiently, and Craft whispered over the both of them in a passing flicker. She knew this process: security webs of some sort, though who knew what they were checking for. It was only after that pair of seconds that the smooth panel of black before them moved, swinging away from them to reveal itself as a door. Another set of steps led down from there.

As they reached the lower level, it would immediately be clear what this place was. The walls were dark here too, though they were draped intermittently in velvets and silks and other things, anything that spoke of luxury and offered interesting texture. A slowly curling fog moved lazily about the floor, tinted pale blue and obscuring everything up to the tops of her ankles. It was mirrored by another span of the same stuff that wafted along the ceiling. Globes of witchlight set into it at intervals made the whole of it glow gently. The air smelled of incense and other things, the kind of heady mix that always followed sex and exertion. Opposing bars served drinks on opposite sides of the room, their large, mirrored backdrops reflecting infinite versions of the room back at one another. The middle of the space was taken up by seating areas sunken into the floor, circular wells with three or four steps down in between curved chaises. People lounged there on the couches and lingered at the bars, danced in the southern corner of the room where musicians were playing something sultry and a little eerie. The patrons of this place were all in varying states of undress. Some were entirely nude, others wearing nothing but a sheen of paint (or something?) or glittery Craft. Others wore form-fitting bottoms and no tops, or merely the remains of an outfit that'd been cut or torn off of them. Sabine wasn't the only one in a collar and leash, though some here wore masks that covered their entire head, as well.

Fidelis did not stop here, but led his slave through the middle of the room and towards one of the doorways in the far wall. The merry chatter of the main room was cut off from Sabine's hearing the moment she was led through that doorway. Here was a wide, long hall full of doorways, most of them open. People lingered in the hall, some on their knees servicing their partners, others merely watching, still others quietly talking amongst themselves. While the same glowing fog lit this hall, the rooms themselves seemed darker. The walls of the hall were decorated with implements of masochism, all arranged in a very precise, artful display.

He led her a few steps into this hallway and then stopped. They passed one doorway, and if Sabine looked she'd note that the rooms seemed dark because of some kind of obscuring Craft. She could see movement through the screen, but it was blurred and indistinct. Sound was shielded as well, leaving little clue to distinguish one room from the next. Still, her Master stopped and turned to her.

*Choose a room.*

His voice slithered through her mind like a viper, smooth but dangerous. There were no visible hints to tell her whether one room was any different than the next. Yet somehow, the moment felt like a test.


 

 

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