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Author Topic: your caught in invisible scars  (Read 351 times)

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Offline Lilyan Vada

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your caught in invisible scars
« on: Dec 15, 17, 08:12:54 AM »
Lilyan Vada sat on a chair, her back straight and her blue eyes wide. She was not scared…exactly. This process had happened so many times now that it had become familiar, but there was always the uncertainty. Always. Gnawing at her like a hungry dog. The Queen swept her gaze over the two people gathered, her eyes falling into a vacant stare as she was nudged to stand by the nicely dressed handler her Master employed. He was a nice one. Calm. His hands warm like the sun. That is how Lily remembered Raej from her childhood. Warm. Bright. Colors dancing in the air like the fabric that had wrapped around her as a girl.

Even now, her Master and his servant were wrapped in the most delightful colors. Sparkling jewelry. Head scarves. The delightful smell of turmeric and saffron wove through the air like coffee did in Hayll.

The Queen paused and shuddered, her attention seeping back into reality.

Her Master had walked out of the room to start negotiations, his calm demeanor making Lilyan shift. The room was quiet without him, the location her Master had told the new buying to visit on the outskirts of the city. Still though, something began to ring in the Queen's ears. She covered them, her small hands trying to curl into her head. Everything was so loud all of the sudden. Like a band slamming together their instruments in her head.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

The music discordant as she looked around wildly, scared, her eyes finally stopping as the door opened and her Master entered with a stranger. A male. His skin tanned, but glowing. Healthy. Rich. Lilyan felt her heart break in that moment and she let out a scream, causing her Master to look back in surprise.

Lilyan felt a piece of her heart rip from her chest and drift into the male’s outstretched hand, beating, broken, bloodied. She tried to get away, tried to run, but the nice handler caught her, held her in place with Craft. The Queen struggled the entire time, reaching for the Jewels that weren't there until the handler worried she might hurt herself. Might push to far. Her Master allowed the man to escort her away, frustrated with the display as he tried to extort a higher price from the stranger.

The Queen sunk into the back room, covered in fine velvet furniture, and cried. 

Offline Izîl Jofari

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #1 on: Dec 15, 17, 03:41:58 PM »
Izil had been buying slaves by the bucket-load for close to two years now it felt like. Not to mention among his many holdings he had a Raejan slave caravan. He had investments in everything from mom and pop shops, merchant companies and he was sure some ventures of Ill Repute. He cared little about what the money was used for or where it came from. Should something net him more money all the better. He could do better work with more money in his accounts than without. One of his investors, a Raejan slaver, spoke of this when he sent a private invitation to meet Izil at....where was that? It wasn't even in a city. He took a few of his guards, dressed well and left for home. To Raej.

Raej...Raej had grown to be a soft spot in Izil's outlook. His identity was stolen in Raej, by Raejans, and no one batted an eye. Raej of course also saw a self-freed slave become a wealthy businessman, a competitor that rose from the gutter. Everything Izil had built was due to Raej: It's people, it's lifestyle, it's love of Mother Night and the tenacity for O'Mighty Marks. He arrived via carriage with a small outfit of guards to what seemed to be a Red Moon House in it's hayday. Now it appears as if time took profits, Red Moon patrons and workers and everything else away. It was a shoddy ruin of it's former glory and Izil half suspected the man to come out offering him barrels of drugs. He took a guard inside and told the others to keep a look out.

Niceties were exchanged between the man and Izil. Izil had his 'business face' on. Polite smiles that even touched the eyes and made them shine a touch in the light. Wine and food was offered and the man went down to business. He had a Queen slave he was looking to sell and due to Izil getting him a hell of a lot of money he decided to offer the man first dibs. Izil frowned at the news. A Queen slave? Seriously? The man must be joking. Raej would never support a slave sale with a Queen on the slab. Raej loved slavery but even they had their limits. Which of course is why, the man continued, he arranged this private meeting. Keeping it under wraps so no one would know about the sale. Izil currently operating out of Pruul would be an added bonus as the Queen would be out of Raejan control. Only to be put in Pruulian control, which is much worse at times. He thought.

Izil wanted to see the Queen, half believing the man was mocking him or planning some sort of heist. When the handler brought out the Queen Izil ran a finger over his top lip leaning forward. It was true. The man was selling a Queen. Her caste was as clear as crystal but her eyes were dead, her face dulled of emotion from slaving. He recognized that face because he had that face years ago...before he learned to put on other faces. He felt odd as he watched the Queen. Sympathy? Regret? Anger? They seemed to be all fighting for first attention which just left Izil silent as he observed. The slave resorted to outburst and then was taken away by the handler. He didn't like her being taken away, he didn't mind the slave being there but he couldn't for the life of him peg why. He didn't even know the girl.

The master then began talking about price and Izil snapped back to attention. The negotiation took about half an hour with the master wanting everything including the kitchen sink in exchange for the Queen. Izil countered that the Queen was too high a risk to be worth that much. No territory in their right mind would tolerate a slave queen so she must be hidden which takes time, effort and money. The price was too much for the hassle. They finally agreed on a price that would have paid for three caravan's worth of slaves for the Mines but Izil was satisfied. Anything to get the Queen out of here. He mused. As the master went to go check on Lily it gave Izil a moment to collect his thoughts.

He could go to the Raejan leadership. He could turn the man in, give the Queen over for proper teaching and perhaps rule a district when she was ready. He pursed his lips. "No. They would see an inexperienced Queen and eat her alive." The price for being a slave made instant re-entry into society out of the question, which made going to any official in Raej out of the question too. He thought of taking her to his business partner, Queen Elenor. She could help here, having been a self-imposed exile Queen herself, one of society's 'excluded'. She would use her as leverage against the other clans. Use the sob story to gain prestige for the Sabbah no doubt. She wouldn't help her, she would cultivate a success story. No. He had to. He had to be the one to help her. It was the only conclusion that made sense...right? The situation was making him not think straight. He took a moment to collect his thoughts. Mother Night will guide me to the righteous path. He closed his eyes and collected his thoughts, a subtle prayer that was quickly ended when the master came out.

The man offered Izil the control ring, a silver dragon coiled and looped around the gold ring. He put it on his index finger and felt the connection to the collar take hold. Resentment. Frustration. Anger. Pity. Sadness. He asked for the Queen's name. Lilyan Vada. Nice name. He followed the former master to the back and looked at Lilyan along with the handler. He eyed the control ring and then looked to his newly purchased property. His face was blank. The devil has no emotions. The devil is uncaring.

"Hello Lilyan." He said with a smile that did not touch his eyes. "We have much to talk about on the way back home. I am sure you will have plenty of questions and we will have plenty of time to address them all. I have a carriage awaiting us outside." He looked at the handler. "Your services are no longer required Lord. I will take it from here." He gestured to the door, a pulse through the control ring to nudge her into following his command. "After you."

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #2 on: Dec 18, 17, 09:37:05 PM »
A ripple.

A vibration. A hum of whispered words. If one was to look, a piece of light folded into the abyss, like a seed, set to grow. It just needed water, attention, warmth. And Lilyan Vada shrunk away, like she had been burned. The ringing in her ears would not stop, so she clutched her stomach tighter, the short dress her Master had set out for her riding up her thigh. She felt sick at the sound, the closeness of another mind, another soul. The Queen pushed it down, lapping in breaths and staring at the floor, trying to find a moment of clarity.

But she couldn’t.

The Queen drifted, lying on the floor and staring up at the ceiling, letting her mind float up and up and away. It was only a voice that called her back to earth. A single tether that burned into her white skin.

“Hello.” She responded, her voice soft as she blinked at the male. Her new Master. Sitting up, the Queen pushed herself to her feet so she could bow low, much too low for a Queen to a Prince. Lily cocked her head slightly, wondering what sort of questions he thought she might want to ask. He clearly expected her too, which worried the witch, because she had very few. She would go where he told her. Do what he wished.

Feeling the collar around her neck come to life, the Queen bowed to the handler and drifted out the door. She flipped her hood up reflexively, hiding her collar even though the street was deserted. She did not want the male—his deep gaze leaving her confused—to get in trouble on her account. Lilyan slid into the carriage without so much as a sound, caring nothing. No clothes. No possessions. No trace of a life. That way, it would be easier to slip into the mold her Master set out for her.

The dark green cloak highlighting Lilyan’s dazed blue gaze, the Queen averted her eyes as the Prince came to sit across from her.

“It is an honor to serve you.” She said, the words burned into her memory from years of training. Pullo had made her utter them hundreds of times and it was how she now started her relationship with every person who’s hands she passed through. 

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #3 on: Dec 19, 17, 12:25:54 AM »
Izil paid the former master after Lilyan was put into his carriage. The man urged discretion and Izil agreed. He didn't inform him whether he was going to be taking her to his home in Raej, his business headquarters in the capital or to any of the sites in Pruul. The man never bothered to ask either which was just fine with him. After business was concluded Izil left and slid into his carriage, sitting across from Lilyan.

She said it was an honor to serve him and Izil felt disgusted. He kept his disgust behind a mask of pleasant neutrality. He hated the idea of being anyones master. Doing so violated one of the most sacred things Mother Night gave to the human Blood. Even the control ring on his index finger felt...wrong. It was too tight. Too constricting and yet he felt it best to have it there and for Darkness sake he didn't know why.

He thought his next words carefully. This wasn't just a slave he picked up for the mines. It was a Queen, who was a slave. This would be...tricky, if not impossible, to help her without some form of backlash. He did not know what damage was done if any, what triggers were laid in, if any or how long she had been a slave. He usually brought a retinue of a healer and black widow with his guards to check slaves in as they were transported to Pruul but the man urged discretion. Only Izil and a few handfuls of men. He would have to tread carefully if something was set in the slave.

"...Thank you." Izil told her as the carriage began moving. "My name is Izil Jofari. You may call me Izil, or Prince Jofari. It is your preference, of course. I disdain the term 'master'." He said flatly. "And, until I say otherwise I will address you as Lady Vada or Lady Lilyan. Again, it is your preference." He turned to look out the window, to see the Red Moon House slowly fading into the distance. Then he returned to look at Lilyan. "Where we are going is extremely dangerous and, until we arrive at my home we must comport ourselves companions rather than master and slave. Slavery is not illegal in my line of work but recent events have brought the slave question back into conversation. The presence of an enslaved Queen, I am sure, will cause no end of frustration..perhaps fatal frustration. Your collar is to be concealed at all times until we can orchestrate one that better blends into the attire you will be wearing."

He continued to speak. "When we arrive a Healer and Black Widow will be present to perform a routine check-up on you. The Healer will give you a physical and diagnosis to see if there is any long-term injuries, illnesses or anything I should be aware of. The Black Widow will assess your mental state and give a routine analysis to make sure there are no triggers, memory holes or long-term trauma that might need be addressed. Pending their findings we will then discuss what comes next." He continued to omit just where they were traveling in case the master had managed to put some eavesdropping Craft on her, or she was communicating with him.

He then looked out the window, having to take in the scenery to assess his thoughts. They were...very muddled today and he didn't why. Ever since he saw Lilyan he felt...odd. The former master must have slipped me something to make me more pliant. He let out a sigh, mentally lashing himself for the miscalculation. He could have died rather than just be fuzzy! Luck kept him alive today obviously. Mother Night be blessed.

"So. Lady." He once more spoke to Lilyan. "As I have never had a Queen in my service before, I have a few questions to ask you." He said absently. Neutral questions. Neutral questions were best until she was checked. "How long have you been a slave? And what exactly can you offer me?"

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #4 on: Dec 23, 17, 10:59:25 PM »
“Prince Jofari.” She murmured, averting her eyes. It felt strange to call him by his Protocol given name. Wrong. Like they were on the same level. But she would not question his order. She would never do that. Instead she would bury her discomfort and try and make Izil happy. That was her true purpose after all. And it made her happy too, whenever she brought joy to her Masters or Mistresses.

That was going to be harder said than done though, with the climate the Prince described. A hand went almost unbidden to her neck, running gingerly over the collar there. The same one that had graced her skin for years. “I will do whatever it takes to make sure no harm comes to you on my account, Prince Jofari.” Her words were sincere. Lilyan meant them with every fiber of her being.

But she shrunk away from her Master as he explained what was to come next. “Do you…do you have all of your slaves inspected?” Lily scratched her wrist anxiously, her nails bitten to the quik, but still managing to cut through the delicate white of her skin. Queen’s blood blossomed in the air, like a fine perfume. It either aroused or enraged most males, but Lily couldn’t help it. She was fine. Everything was in place, just as it should be, but what if this Black Widow shifted her barriers? What if Lilyan’s carefully constructed world teetered once more?

“I’ve been a slave for eleven years, sold just before my Virgin Night. I’ve served in Hayll mostly, for the long-lived. They taught me Hearth Craft. I can make anything your heart desires. I am especially good at deserts, if you have a sweet tooth.” She smiled tentatively at the male, the desire to please him nearly overwhelming, buried deep in not just her mind, but her heart. “I know pleasure craft as well, how to please men and women better than most Red Moon Houses you could pay for.” She paused, her hands stretching long over her thighs, the shear material of her dress spreading out. Her breath flowed in and out. In and out.

“My ability with the land…with males…it is not very good. I’m sorry…if that is what you purchased me for. I don’t want to let you down.”

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #5 on: Dec 28, 17, 03:10:59 AM »
As Izil sat and listened to Lilyan's brief description of both her history and her list of skills Izil was fighting between a struggling battle between frustration, disappointment, anger and absurdity all at once. Here, sitting before him was a Queen slave. The rarest possible slaves to ever be offered on the slab. Everything a Queen could do could be at the fingertips of anyone. A Male desiring to rule but required a Queen's touch for the land could easily find a Queen slave to be suitable to them. Lo. Instead, the ignorant and the dumb of the Blood managed to get her and instead taught her the most stereotypical skills of slavery: Cooking and sex. It made his blood boil at the thought of someone mistreating a slave in such a manner and even more so that they didn't even have the foresight to nurture her natural skills to make her at least WORTH her rarity! He wanted to punch something but his Devil Face remained placid and neutral.

Izil looked back to Lilyan, her sensual rubbing of her hands on her legs, the steady breathing and how it accented her chest for him did nothing. No stir in his lions or a need to have her as many might for she was beautiful! Her neck especially though he wasn't sure why her neck was so captivating. He always considered himself a leg man, go figure she would accent her legs when she teased but still it did nothing. Izil and sex were not friends, nor did they have a relationship. Whenever the mood striked, which it only did rarely, a Red Moon house sufficed plenty. He recalled a time, once, where the male need for sex was stronger in him. The allure of femininity made his body sweat and his cock swell. It hadn't for years and he simply assumed that it was yet another price paid to be a slave. He was bought for a task and all other things, including the need for pleasure (of any form), were subtly eliminated. He knew, on some level, that he was becoming very much the man his master wanted him to be: The ultimate bureaucrat....so much so that even things like sex needed to be organized and fit into the program. He had tried to satiate himself in women, forced himself to fuck Red Moon Women when the urge wasn't there to try to jump-start what he felt wasn't there but to no avail. He either came out feeling he wasted his time or felt like he was shoving his dick into someone who didn't want it which repulsed him...even if said person was paid to fuck people.

"Honestly? I do." He said. "My time at the slave caravans has taught me that anyone of any stripe can be sold regardless their health or mental state. Like livestock, masters can and do often try to sell off worthless goods but disguise them as workable. Whenever I have bought them from the market I am always sure to have them checked to make sure that they are cared for properly, I and they know what they need and whether there are any secret surprises or dangers lurking on the horizon. Considering I buy them by the hundreds at a time, needless to say the Healers and Widows I hire get their money's worth. However, if we are being honest." He clarified. "You are the first slave I have ever purchased of a personal nature." He assumed that at this point, any possible skullduggery on the master's part would be moot. "Which of course will continue to be so. I deplore slavery, having once been one myself. You will be checked and then your collar will be removed and you can return to your home. Queens should not be slaves and I paid very good money to get one off the market." He said casually.

It threw a wrench in his plans for sure, her not being able to perform Queen Craft. He had hoped that during her stay she could oversee the greening efforts of Site 0 and provide a Queen's Touch he didn't have to pay out the nose for but it was a small sacrifice to pay for getting a Queen out of the slave circuit. "Well thankfully I am not going to ask you to fertilize hundreds of miles. While you are a guest here there is a project in Pruul that I am overseeing. The territory is a deadzone and little, if anything, grows in it. I am funding an initiative to help remedy it. That way those who are working the mines can have cheap food, expand their labor market and be able to self-regulate better. Should the project be more successful I plan on expanding the initiative to Pruul in general in the hopes that having a moderate supply of food and water will help ease the tension here. It is very ambitious and the particulars of the operation is done in secrecy, lest some Pruulian idiot figures it out and decides to destroy the whole thing in some vain attempt to seize the foodstuffs that are being tested, or believe that I am someone plotting to poison everyone." He rolled his eyes. "It is the only thing I ask while you remain a resident of my home. Help me feed Pruul and I promise you food and water, hospitality and protection and safety until you are ready to depart."

He made her stay sound as transitory as possible but he couldn't help an itch in the back of his mind that he couldn't scratch. As he explained the circumstances and her role to play while here he thought his explanation sounded jarbled and incoherent as if a part of him didn't want her stay to be transitory and he had to actively veer back on point to make it clear. Eh. It must have been the drugs. Or Lilyan's flirting actually doing something. One was disappointing, the other was at least a nice change of pace.

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #6 on: Feb 03, 18, 12:21:55 PM »
“I’m…I’m not worthless…” She murmured, looking down. “And I would never hurt you. My previous Master did not put anything into my mind. I would tell you if he had.” Lilyan felt very vulnerable around the male and she did not know why. The Queen had been passed from Master to Mistress so many times that it usually felt no different, but the Prince brought goosebumps to her skin. Made her want to reach out and touch him. Lilyan grasped her hands together tightly to avoid the feeling. She was sure he would touch her soon enough. They all did, eventually.

But then he spoke of freeing her and a dagger of fear sent her eyes lurching up to meet his. He didn’t want her? He wanted her to leave? And go where? Her life was tied to her Masters, an extension of their desires. She was a fine tool they could wield to protect themselves, increase their power. It gave her some purpose, some desire. Lilyan was not meant to be on her own. She was too stupid, too weak. She needed her Master like a plant needed the sun to survive.

Her hand went to her throat. “I…if…if you do not want me than I should return to my previous Master. I should go back to him and serve him if I can’t serve you.” Lilyan’s hand fidgeted with the collar around her neck, the skin underneath grown tough from the constant friction.  “It’s important to me to serve. It gives me purpose.”

But Izil denied her request and wanted her to bleed herself for the land. He wanted her to reach deep into the soil and force it to grow. Force unnatural power into the land. Power that she shouldn’t use, that she had buried inside her until it rotted. Tears sprouted in her eyes and the male did not need his Black Widows to see that something was wrong with the Queen. That he had purchased worthless goods. The tears streamed down her face and Lilyan could not say anything while he spoke of his plans and his hopes for growth. She tried to nod, to make him happy, but her anxiety grew so furious that the fidgeting she did with her collar turned into her sharp nails digging into her skin, making it bleed.

And then, right as they turned into Izil’s estate, she jumped out of the carriage.

It happened in a flash, the door opening and the Queen rolling over the stones, her skin bruised and bleeding, her arm throbbing, before she got up and tried to run away. Away from the male that wanted to remove her collar and back to her old Master. Towards safety.

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #7 on: Feb 20, 18, 06:42:52 PM »
Izil shook his head. "The words aren't meant as an assessment of you Lady. Regardless, it is a good idea to have you checked regardless. It is only once and a cursory check-up. Not even ten minutes really in my experience." He explained to her, looking out the window into Onn.

As she continued to speak...no...declare that her purpose was to serve Izil's face turned from casual and satisfied with his decision to get her to deeply concerned. Then to confused. Then to resignation. He -would- need the Widows gift it would seem, if at the very least to make true what it seemed was plain as day. As she grew more uncomfortable he offered more. "Relax. I do not plan on taking you home and then shoving your face in the sand to begin bleeding you like a pig. You may take your time, when you are comfortable in perform-"

And there she went. The door flung open and out she went, slipping and falling on some stone. The sound of the latch opening caught his attention first before anything else and as she felt scraping on sand and stone he summoned a sight shield through his control ring to envelop her in the dark blanket of his Sapphire keeping her from sight and sound that snapped into place on command. Izil forgot how elegantly sinister the power of the control ring was. It made everything intimate, so much so that the dark gifts of Mother Night need not be woven so much as -declared- real and came to life of it's own volition. A tantalizing power. A sinister power.

Izil felt sick.

With the sight shield keeping all of Onn from seeing a fleeing Queen with a slave collar on her neck Izil had to perform a second sin. The devil knew no sin but pride but Lily did not deserve the devil and Izil knew it in his bones. The devil was not the answer Lily needed but the answer she was given, such the world as it is. Thus Izil would taint himself darker as he clenched his fist and the control ring almost seem to shimmer with dark delight as Izil communed the command word to summon Lily back to him.

RETURN TO ME. NOW. ~ The command ring not so much forced Lily to comply. Compulsion was a brutish instrument. Slavers learned eons ago that simple compulsion wasn't enough. So effortless the command was that it not only resonated in Lily's thoughts, it was by her own making. Her thoughts and feelings bending and twisting until the only thing she wanted...no. not want. needed was to go back to him. To her master. And he was impatient. He wanted her. How could she refuse? Why was she out of the carriage again? To make him want her? Well she succeeded. Now it was time to bask in his attention and serve.

The dark power of bending her mind to his will made Izil want to vomit. He knew, very well, why so many favored the practice of slavery. There was something...just...something about the domination slavery provided that nothing else in life could compare. A sinister, arousing sensation that seeing the power of the command ring was like a devil whispering in Izil's ear. He shut his eyes and shrugged off the deviancy. He was Mother Night's servant and follower and while he could accept sins for the sake of others he would not give in to the dark delights that made Men not worth their caste.

He changed his tune when Lily returned. "...alright. No Queen gifting for now. We can leave business for later. For now I think we all just need to get acclimated. My compound is rather large and has plenty of people within it. If your going to be staying here you will need to get comfortable with the environment. It's not just my house, it's my office and place of work. Let's start with a tour first. Start off simple. We can talk about....Gifts and check-ups and whatever another time." He offered as a olive branch.

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #8 on: Jul 10, 18, 01:43:57 PM »
Lily was terrified. She could feel it coursing through her veins like tar. Dark and dripping. It always started this way with a new Master. They did not know her capabilities. Her skills. She was so talented at cooking and cleaning and sex, but they did not value that. They always wanted her Gift. They always wanted her to bleed into the earth and it hurt. It made her sick, her stomach churning and violent. Tears ran down her face as she darted out of the carriage, wanting to go back to the safety of her old Master. He had appreciated her skills. He had known her uses.

The pale Queen’s knee throbbed as she tried to run, to get away, to make it back to…to…her Master needed her. The thought entered her head like a sledgehammer. Lily looked back to the carriage and rubbed the tears away from her face, leaving a smudge of dirt there instead. Quickly, she ran back, nearly sprinted, feeling the need to bury her face in her Master’s lap like a fire coursing through her body.

“I’m here. I’m here.” She sputtered, dazed, as she climbed back into the carriage.

Silently, she settled herself on the floor, at his feet. The Queen laid her head on his lap, in between his knees and closed her eyes, feeling contentment, like she had accomplished a great mission. As her face pressed against the fabric of his pants, she smiled faintly, feeling calm flow through her. Not from the compulsion, but from a much deeper bond that she refused to acknowledge.

“I always feel better close to my master.” She murmured, her hair falling into her face. “Do you keep your slaves near your rooms?”

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #9 on: Jul 12, 18, 01:41:29 AM »
The response didn't make Izil feel any better. He got what he wanted - the Queen jerked from escaping to practically crawling on hands and knees back to him in submission practically instantaneously. She wasn't going to run off and hide, or go invisible and try to make the trek back to Raej on her own and get picked up by people far less dignified than he (or even the seller for that matter). It also didn't help that Izil never owned slaves. He bought and traded them sure...but he never owned one. How could he help her but not know how to even treat a slave to make sure she wouldn't bolt if he messed up? All the while trying to slowly untangle the mess that made her the most glorious Hearth Witch the world had ever seen?

When she buried her face into his lap he half wanted to kick her away. Instead he kept himself in check, didn't kick her away and let her bury her face in his lap. He even took a moment and then gently brushed the back of her head. The devil doesn't care about morals. he told himself, and decided that he would need to put a face on in order to stomach this whole...scenario.

Yes. Scenario. "I am glad you came back." He told her. "I would have missed you terribly." The weird part was that wasn't entirely a lie either, and the reason made him confused as to why.
 
"You are my first, so I can't answer that question." He said to her. "However, if you wish, I will have arrangements made to where your room is next to mine...since you want to be close." He said gently. "Yes. Your room will be next to mine. But I will not have my servant living in squalor. When you get acclimated let me know what you want for your room. Furnishings, draperies, whatever you like." A miniscule step, but a step nonetheless. "After which you can make dinner, just for the two of us. To grow acclimated to each other."

"I will hold off the check-up until you are more at home. It would be rude to thrust that on you when you just arrived and all we should be doing is spending time together." He gently brushed at her head, brushing her shoulders. "So lets focus on that for now hmm?" He gently lifted her chin to look up at him and gave her a smile. "Come! No sense being cramped in the heat when we can be cool and have space inside." He slipped out of the carriage and took Lily's hand into his to help her out. A gentle touch of Craft made the slave collar shimmer in the sun before disappearing from sight as she came out again - just in case.




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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #10 on: Aug 09, 18, 05:32:08 PM »
Lilyan felt the warmth from her Master’s leg and her fingers tightened around his foot, possessively. He was so solid. So stable. He would bring structure to her life, just as her Master before had. He had fired his Hearth Witch and most of his servants and spent long hours watching her work. Lily had glowed under his attention, curling up with the male late at night. He had been the best Master Lily had ever had. So calm, his hands smooth as they ran over her body. The Queen sometimes dreamt about it—those touches of affection. Just like the ones right now.

She looked up at Izil when he gave her his orders, smiling. “Your first?” Lily bit her lip, worried. What if he didn’t know how to take care of her? What if he wasn’t like her other Masters, since he was new, and she did something wrong and he grew angry and he hurt her? The Queen’s lip started to bleed as she thought. It sluggishly wetted her lips as she forced down those thoughts. If he hurt her than she deserved it for not being what he wanted, what he needed.

A smile appeared on her lips then, like a broken wind up doll. “I’d like that. That sounds wonderful. That way, if you need me, I’m close by.” She followed him out of the carriage, her free arm holding tightly to the bottom hem of her white dress. So tightly that her nail ripped a hole in it. She followed him to her room, peeking in from behind his shoulder. The witch let out a small gasp as he stepped out from in front of her, the first real sign of emotion she had shown.

“This…this is too much. It’s so…large.” The Queen closed her mouth and crept forward, running her hand uncertainly on the fine wallpaper. Her last Master had had her stay with him every night. His room had been beautiful, gold tinted frescos on the walls, but it had been his room. Before that, in Hayll, she had lived in a cell.

Lilyan covered her eyes and began counting to ten, slowly, out loud.

She always did that when she became overwhelmed. When she thought about Hayll or there was a new environment. After she was done, her heart rate lowering, the Queen tentatively stepped forward and touched the bed with just one finger. She looked at its large surface, perfectly made, and then she looked back at Izil.

“Is this where we are going to have sex? Where we are going to spend time together?”

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #11 on: Aug 23, 18, 11:15:54 PM »
Thankfully it seemed the idea worked well. No more crazed escape attempts or perceived mental trauma from that plan. Leave it to Mother Night however, In Her Grace, that it would not be as simple as that.

He watched her eye the room and trace along the walls with an approving gaze. Overwhelmed was not traumatic. It just meant it was different, and he had a feeling that having her own space to alter and change on her own volition would be good for her. In many ways, the idea came from the communes. Give them a space of their own to make theirs and keep an eye on what they do with it. It would give him insight into what she liked, not liked and how and where progress could be made next.

"It used to be my office but I had it redone for you." When word came to him that a Queen was up for sale he made sure that room would be made for her arrival if he could get her from the block. "There is always room for an office elsewhere. Especially since I didn't use most of the space when it was an office."

Then she asked about sex. A small part of him wanted to regrow his hair just so he could pull it out again. Lily wasn't the problem. She was beautiful, alluring, everything a male would want to fuck the brains out of. But Izil was a good slave and most of the raunch that accompanied maleness was beaten out of him, to be summoned on command by betters with the authority to grant it. Now his own commander, he never really mastered -that- part of freedom nor did he ever really care to.

"I am not interested in sex, Lily." Izil decided to tell her straight. "A byproduct of my own time in servitude." He shrugged as if to say 'it isn't a big deal' but in the back of his head, the thought of Lily was strangely alluring. Like something wanted to reach out, touch her, and not stop. That damnable ring... He quelled those thoughts before they got out of control. I need purification before the day is out. He resolved to give penance for his use of the Control Ring and the damage he wrought when Lily and the compound, as usual, went to sleep. When only Mother Night and he were knowing.

"How best to explain it...It's wrong to even think about it and the reason why is simple. It just is." It was the best explanation he could come up with. He had met many beautiful women in his time. Recently too. Even Elenor, odd as she was, had a sexual allure to her that Izil could appreciate. But the thought of indulging was wrong. Just wrong. No scripture of Protocol to justify it or teachings of Mother Night to back it up. It just was.

"So when I say that I am not interested in sex, do not take yourself to blame for it or believe that it has to do with you." He gave her a reassuring smile.

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Re: your caught in invisible scars
« Reply #12 on: Sep 16, 18, 10:28:19 AM »
Lily felt the waves of emotion emanating from her Master. They clawed at her, like a wild animal, and made her flinch. Self-loathing. Doubt. Pain. The Queen tried to take a breath as they hit her, counting to ten. She closed her eyes briefly to try and find some kind of center. The darkness helped. It reminded her of the first time she had met Damean. It had been night, cool, the sweet from the day dried on their skin, and Lilyan had reached out and touched him, his skin soft. He had felt so good, like an ache that had finally been cured.

The Queen, for the first time in a long while, slipped through the cracks in her chalice enough to see nearly clearly through the mist. Almost there. Her bright eyes locked onto Izil and she stepped forward, touching his cheek. “Sex isn’t wrong, Prince. It’s natural.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips then, her Queen’s Touch flowing through him, an intense calm and soothing flow that could only come from a Queen. 

It only lasted for a moment though.

The strain of using her Queen’s craft pulled Lily back under, the slave falling into the fear and blackness that consumed her. She let out a choked sob as her body stiffened, expecting the pain that always came when she used her Queen’s craft.

And it did come, from within her.

The screams from her male. His pain. Her pain. The Craft faltered and she stepped away from her Master, tears running down her cheeks as she cried out once. The Queen sat down in the middle of the floor then, bringing her knees to her chest as she tightly held them with her hands. Tiny sobs emanated from the woman as she whispered “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry” over and over again.