{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\froman\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}}
{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\sb100\sa100\f0\fs24 The morning waned thin in the sky, blooming into the mugginess of afternoon, letting the sun's rays through the muddy skies magnifying the stentch of Freeport's districts. Rats squealed loudly, almost as big as children, their feet tripping over molding papers and sour smelling muck. Zeverai glanced around caustiously as she stepped over another pile in the streets, making sure to watch the roads with keen green eyes. She shivered, feeling the hairs on the nape of her neck rise, but she shrugged the gesture off. It'd been three years since people knew her face, knew her as one of the dancing girls at Jade Tiger. She was hardly recognizable now. No more pasty glitter on her face, no more knee length hair woven and curled into intricate pattens down her back. No more tan streaked skin exposed everywhere by tight little numbers the men paid well to see. She was a simple half breed now, in moderate clothing with decent manners, nothing all that noticable. Sure, she still held the signature fiery tresses, but she had shorn them to her waist and kept them pulled up in a modest bun when out in the streets. She had not been able to bear dying the locks any other color than the expressive one she had ben born with. \line\line She kicked another sodden pile out of her way as she trudged up the leeway to the docks in Scale Yard, remembering her past. She smiled whistfully when she remembered her past Master. Desparately, she wished for that life again. She'd never admit it forthright that she enjoyed slavery, since so many in the city would pity her or shackle a collar around her neck. She supposed she had a good life, but missed the excitement and coveted safety of slavery. Her old master was viciously jealous, and so she was always protected from the harshest of things. She had frowned in those days, since he had been three scores her senior and an inadequate lover, but she knew she was blessed better than most in her shoes. He never beat her or starved her and he taught her to dance. And she could she dance. \line\line Dancing. The one joy she had in life. She paused again and grinned stupidly in the middle of the street as she remembered the way she had been able to loose herself in the tempos of beatig drums, the jirating of her hips only matching with that of her heart. She was a tribeswoman, one of the ancients that traveled the world all the way back before the rending. She knew dancing as she knew her own soul. Shaking her head, she continued on, toying with a lock of her hair as she thought about her lonely Inn room and what awaited her. Nothing. Maybe tonight she could strip in front of the fire and drowned out the lonliness in her soul with the swift movements of soothing dance... \line\line Suddenly, a pang errupted in her stomach as her neck pinched sharply in fear. Eyes rounded and inwardly cursing herself for ignoring the faint warning before, Zeverai crouched down to glance around just as a large arm curled around her waist and lifted her like a child. She tried to scream but was stopped with a large calloused hand clamping over her mouth. Struggling, heart pumping wildly in fear, Zeverai glanced around and spotted some guards. Relief nearly flooded through her, making her sag against the unknown man's chest as she saw him stupidly approaching the Inn located next to the Militia Men. \line\line Pausing in her struggle as his other hand scooped up and grasped her bottom, steadying her against the thickness of his chest, Zeverai waited for the guards to attack him in either jealousy or boredom, maybe both. She knew she was beautiful, even without all the glitter from her dancing days at the Jade Tiger, and prayed the men took notice to her and tried to compete with her captor for her. Maybe it would keep the men busy enough for her to slink away. \line\line She had no such luck. The snickered and pointed at them, giving the unknown man that held her a thumbs up as they passed them into the Inn, her captor's feet knocking loudly on the wood as he climbed up the stairs towards his room. \line\line\i NO. NO - THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING. NO! \i0\line\line For a moment Zeverai's heart clenched in fear, but she gnawed at her consiousness and fought freely against the man, screaming her outrage loudly, her voice carrying down the hall as it passed through the spaces between the fingers that clenched her jaw. \line\line\i THIS MAN WILL NOT DO THIS TO ME! NO!\i0  \line\line As she struggled, she glimped at his shoulder and paled momentarily before fighting again like a caged cat in helpless acrid fear. \line\line\i A WOAD. HE HAD A WOAD. He's a barbarian. OH GODS. \i0\line\line She knew that if he managed to get her in his room, she would never escape. While toned and amazingly in shape for a woman of her size due to her dancing skills, she knew she wouldn't hold a candle to the man behind her. \line\line She had no such luck. They made it to his room easily and he laughed as she pummeled his arm with her nails and fists, holding her like a scalded cat with one arm as he reached around and locked the door behind him. Still not able to see his face and imprisoned against his chest with the corded muscle of his arms, Zeverai panically thought forward. \line\line\i WHO IS THIS MAN? DOES HE REMEMBER ME? WHY NOW? WHY NOT THREE YEARS AGO? She frowned. I DID A GOOD JOB OF COVERING MY TRACKS. IF HE WANTED ME THAT BAD HE MIGHT'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR ME FOR A LONG TIME.\i0  She shivered and looked down at the arm encompassing her waist as she fought. \i YEAH - I'M FUCKED. \i0\line\line The large, heavily muscled barbarian backhanded her as he pushed her from his chest, growling angrily in his throat in warning. She fell to the floor painfully, her knees knocking the wood and causing her eyes to sting in unshed tears, but she refused to admit his accomplishment. She ground her nails into the floorboards and glanced around, looking for any means of defense. He laughed behind her and pushed her up to her feet again roughly, making her cheeks flush with anger that her thoughts were that easily read. He stood behind her, still malicious and fearful to her out of simple unrecognition, putting one of his large leathered feet on each of hers, pinning them down. His hands painfully wrenched her arms over her head, making her whimper as his fingers pulled at hers until she heard an audible click, locking them into the manacles on the end of the chain hanging over her head. Her eyes darted wildly up, finally spotting the black chain anchored securely in the ceiling posts. She shivered and fought down blind panic as she licked her dry lips\i . MY GOD. THIS IS NO RANDOM THING. HE WANTS ME AND ONLY ME. WHY? FOR RAPE? THERE's BETTER LOOKING WOMEN THAN ME FOR THAT... \i0\line\line She snarled and hurled herself against the bonds, screaming her outrage. Why her? Why not some other broad? She was only twenty five, dammit! \line\line The large man snarled behind her, his voice deep, barely audible but enough to stand Zeverai's senses on end."Shut up. Your are a slave. You do not speak without permission, and you do NOT address me without calling me Master." \line\line\i OH GOD DAMN...IF HE HAS A BODY TO MATCH THAT VOICE...\i0  She quickly lost that thought as he backhanded her again for her struggles against the bonds, making her head swing back painfully. She screamed again angrily, grunting from the blow, eyes wild in fear. Looking past the confines of her arms as he finally turned and wandered into view, she gulped but inched her chin up defiantly, despite the swollen red handprint on her cheek. Her eyes lowered to take in his frame and she unconciously licked her lips at the sight of him. \line\line He was tall, easily 6'6", and heavily muscle bound. Zeverai bristled as she stared at his handsome face and shoulderlength dark blonde hair, cursing the instant awareness that zinged through her body as she stared at the man. Her insides clenched painfully as she all but stared, making her angry. She shook her head rapidly and answered in a cool, flat voice. \line\line "No. Who the fuck are you to decide this?" \line\line His eyes glittered dangerously as rage streaked across his features, his fist backhanding her agian, harder this time. She sagged in the bonds, temporarily spinning from the effects of the slap. Taking advantage of her state, he leaned down between her legs and put another set of manacles through a steak on the floor, chaining her feet widely apart. Looking up from where he knelt, he lips peeling back from his teeth in a possessive grin, he finally stood and walked over to a far wall, fingering the mechanisms of a wench slowly. Still not fully recovered, she grunted painfully as she felt herself being lifted slightly off the floor, pressure tugging on her wrists.Looking up slightly, she paled as she recognized the strong faesteel and its magical abilities to cancel any power she may have used against it. The halasian, as if following her thoughts, grinned at her and pulled the wench more, her arms being stretched, pulled. \line\line She cursed softly under her breath, glancing over at him angrily, smart enough not to speak again, lest she gather another taste of his fist. Already, the redness from his blows were fading from her skin. Her eyes roamed over his features, putting his face to memory, grinding her teeth morosely as she ironically realized he would always be there. He was simply the handsomest man she had ever seen, despite his lack of proper social skills. Betrayingly, her nostrils flared in arousal as she stared, making her tremble in rage. \line\line The broad-chested man stepped closer and smiled, holding something in his hand, but far enough away that she couldn't make out it's shape. Bringing it next to her eyes, she gasped as she fingally recognized it for what it was. A large black rubber ball pierced by a long, black leather strap. A gag. \line\line He spoke again, in that annoyingly calm voice. "Now slave, we can do this one of two ways. With the gag, or without. The choice will be yours. Which do you wish? " \line\line Her utter silence for a moment stills the very air in the room, making a grin spread across the man's face. \line\line Glaring at him and hurling every insult she knows, Zeverai instantly started to fight the bonds, pulling as hard as she can, ignoring the instant pain and the wetness that indicated she had rubbed the skin away. She stopped struggling again to give him a haughty glare and spit in his direction before yelling loudly in his direction."Who are you? What the hell do you want?" \line\line "With the gag it is.." \line\line She screamed and turned her head as he came forward, using thick fingers to force her mouth wide, careful to keep enough pressure on both sides of her jaw so that she couldn't bite him. He pushed the thick rubber ball into her mouth and pulled the straps tight arround her head, holding it securely in place, tying the knot of the gag tightly against the base of her skull. She groaned incoherently as the ball was stuffed forcibly into her mouth, screaming as she teethed the ball in futile resistance. Her breathing increased sharply, perspiration marring her brow, as she faintly realizes in the back of her mind how arousing this act is. She paused and stared at him, blinking angrily, wondering how he knew about the desires harbored in her soul. She shuddered at what it would would feel like to be possessed by this man, to feel him ramming into her and completeing her in a way her former master never did, and she grew suddenly fearful, not of him and his threats, but if she would come to depend on him, more so than she already was. She stopped struggling then, knowing the true source of the fight - within herself. Would she dare accept this offering? What would come of it? Dear Gods - what if he didn't want her? What if he only toyed with her and released her? Would she survive? \line\line Shivering, having discovered more about herself in this man's presence than she had ever wanted to know, she fought against the urge to cry in despair. Seeing the offer presented to her, she knew then what she would do. She would be his slave. Ironically, she realized that she might as well not fight the inevitable, for to do so would only make the agony worse. She was suddenly, irrovocably, permanently changed and so she had two choices - embrace his request, or die. But to embrace it would surely mark her downfall and one thing could be said about the former slave, courtisan, and dancer that was Zeverai - she would fight it every inch of the way before admitting defeat. She turned her gaze back to him, blinking rapidly at how close he was, not hearing his approach. She gasped softly as he nodded, smirking, once again reading her thoughts. \line\line His skin gleamed in sweat, making him her personal Adonis as he decidely gripped her tunic by the collar and pulled, ripping it from her body easily. He glanced at her curves, searing her with his gaze as he did the same to her leggings, leaving her hanging in front of him naked and bare to his gaze. She shuddered sharply as cool air hit her breasts, growling angrily in her throat as his heated glare made them stab up in arousal. She fought the bonds again, only making her breasts sway in his sight, thighs trembling in sexual awareness and futile resilience. \line\line Her captor smiled again as he watched her breasts sway gently in his sight, licking his lips as her nipples hardened for his pleasure."Mmm, already enjoying this are you my slave?" \line\line He ran a calloused finger down the soft curve of her hip and thigh, curving it upwards as it reached out and flickered over her slit slowly, pushing into her folds to test for moisture. She shuddered visibly, biting the urge to clamp her thighs together with the sharpness of her teeth in her lower lip, knowing there was nothing she could do. Shamefully, she knew what he would find - a slick wetness between her thighs. Feeling his fingers touch her, she swallowed a moan, her eyes fluttering rapidly to hide her arousal, but managing a weak whimper for him as she felt her clit throb softly from the touch. She glared at him tiredly, fighting the already impossibility of resisting his touches, her peach skin covered in a sheen of perspiration, green eyes glittering dangerously. As his fingers caressed her she unconiously parted her thighs, letting her hips arch forward before she growled angrily and looked away, red scalding her cheekbones. \line\line He purred his discovery with a long sound of approval rumbling from his chest; large rough fingers touching her clit, teasing it for a wildly short moment before withdrawling completely, leaving her with an empty feeling. "Oh yes my slave, you will make your Master very pleased indeed..." \line\line He tilted his head to the side as he lifted her chin with a finger slanted under her jawbone, tracing her lips with the pad of his thumb, enjoying the plumpness the gag provided. Stepping away with a slight grin, he purred another order to her."Well now.. first we have to make sure you understand that your mine, forever." \line\line Walking across the room and leisurely gathering the belongings she had been carrying when he had abducted her, he whistled low in his throat as he tossed the meager items in a trunk. Taking an oil lamp and tossing it hard enough to break the glass bulb that held the flame and combustible liquid, he smirked as the trunk caught on fire, burning everything she owned including the shreds of her clothing. \line\line She stopped struggling to look at him, arching a haughty brow at him, but inwardly begain to tremble, realizing on a silent sob how far he meant to take this act. Was he serious? Did he truely want her? She flushed at the possessive expression written all over his face and found herself strangely curious to his reasons for wanting her, though her definsive instincts warned her not to try and figure the mysterious man out. He prowled back, muscles quivering from the mirrored curiosity and breaking of her spirit seen in her eyes, taking a vial from his pocket as he looked at her, demanding the attention of her eyes. She complied easily, as if tranced. \line\line "Now.. were going to have a lot of fun together... but you need to learn some things. The first rule is, your a slave." \line\line She winced as he said 'fun,' wondering if this was a game to him, when it was not one to her. He growled at her since her eyes had dropped and she quickly looked back into his own, shocked by the seriousness of his features. She stilled to listen intently, not planning to miss a word, and he continued on, sensing her acceptance and submission. \line\line "Your mine. You belong to me. You exist for me. The second is that I am Traekor, your Master. You do not speak to me unless I speak to you first, you always address me with respect, and you always refer to me as Master. The third rule, and this one is very important..." \line\line Listens to the pitch of his voice change, lowering her gaze to stare at the large expanse of chest and legs, pointedly staring at his crotch before looking back at his face, her skin flushed. He had a feral gleam in his eye, one of a predator that had scented it's prey and was about to pounce. Secretly, she could definately see her worshiping THAT look. \line\line "A slave, never, EVER cums without her Masters permission...and you will cum slave. I will use you many times, many ways, over and over again. I will fuck you so much that you'll cry when you feel me leave your body. And you will want to cum, you will need to cum.. you will beg to cum. And if you've been good, I will allow it." \line\line Flushes again heavily, her body growing still as she absorbs his words, eyes fluttering low with with the ever-present state of heavy-lidded awareness. She looked back at him again and he could see that her breathing had sped up again. She did not nod or visibly move, but he could sense the submission and he smiled ferally once more, male satisfaction written clearly on his face.Moving beside her, thumbing her cheek gently with the calloused end of his thumb, he untied the gag and let the ball fall from her mouth. \line\line Gasping softly as the ball pops from her mouth, Zeverai sighed gently through her teeth as her tongue moved to lick her lips gently, eyes never leaving his face. She felt her arousal teasing at the surface of her skin again, making her nipples helplessly stab the air again. \line\line He smiled sardonically and fingered her sore lips,speaking again,"When your Master enters a room that you were already in, you will drop to your knees, bow your head and say 'Welcome my Master.' " \line\line He paused and looked at her ferally, his next words laced with hardness."Say it." \line\line Shivers at the possessive, demanding tone, her heart and loins throbbing in excitement. She paused and whispered his wanted response boldly, holding his gaze."I will lower to my knees and greet you. Welcome My Master...." \line\line He continues on after her response to his request, "In your Masters room you will always be unclothed. No excuse should you be wearing clothing here. If I find you trying to cover up what is MINE you will be punished." \line\line She moaned at that, biting the flesh of her lower lip as she nodded eagerly, almost too eagerly as her walls of resistance crumble inside her. She heaves softly, trying to reach out for him,finally acknowledging that she has accepted, without question, his dominance and will over her. She peeks at him shyly as her chin falls, smiling softly, feeling a burdeon lifted from her shoulders. She knew, deeply, that if he changed his mind she would be shattered, but she knew now how foolish she was to even try and resist him from the start. She was his. \line\line She shuddered again as she realized how much would be altered in her life. Newness, fear of the unknown, but the comforting grip of slavery in a strange world seemed worth it. Her responses and his alpha male aura was enough to send her senses into a frenzy. Yes, this was right. This was IT. He was her MASTER. The one. \line\line Traekor's rough, calloused hands reached up and touched her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples with a soft rasp, rewarding her for her submissiveness so far. Careful to only tease lightly,Traekor says,"Repeat rule one and two." \line\line She gasped softly as his hands kneaded her breasts, arching her back so that the hard points of her nipples stab into his palm. Whimphering and closing her eyes, trying to think and speak, she answers him. \line\line "I am a s-slave. Y-you are my master. You own me. I am yours and...y-yours alone." \line\line He grins at her, male satisfaction glinting in the hard planes of his face. Walking around her, he pauses and nibbles her neck from behind, his strong body pressed against hers, the feel of tawny corded muscles against her dorsal side confirming what she thought she heard as he stepped away; muscled chest against her back, strong arms wrapped around her to tease her breasts, cusping them in the cradle of his palms. He whispers against the wet flesh of her neck, his warmed breath tickling the tops of her breasts, \line\line "What is rule three?" \line\line She blinked futilely and tried to steady her heartrate as her lungs heaved raggedly for air, eyes shutting tightly as she felt his lips move along her neck, almost stinging her skin in her state of arousal. She pauses and talks once more, her voice barely a hoarse whisper. \line\line "I-I m-must never cum b-before you. I..I will beg to cum. I will beg for you to...to fuck me. I want you to fuck me.....Master..." \line\line He grunted in approval, his hands slowly leaving her breasts, sliding down her body towards her pussy, enjoying the sound of his rough fingers sliding along her unmarred skin."Then beg me to fuck you slave. Beg for your Masters cock." \line\line She moaned loudly, her head falling back against his shoulder as she stirred in her restraints, melting against his frame as she felt the blunt head of his arousal pressing into the soft springy flesh of her ass. She moaned softly and arched against him, licking her lips as she inhaled his musky scent."Please, please give it to me, Master? I want to feel it. Fuck me, please? Please....I NEED it..." \line\line Smiling softly, he bared his teeth on a growl and sunk his teeth gently into her shoulder to let her know how much he possessed her. She was his. Stepping away briefly, he tossesd some items aside and pulled a strap off the table, swinging it in his hand before returning to her. Pushing her hair aside, he tightened the strap around her neck and bound it to her; leather covered and hidden by delicate lace. The lock on it appeared magical, only responding to his touch as he forever claimed her in that moment. \line\line "One last question my Slave, then your Master will fuck you.... What are the limits of what I can do with you?" \line\line Feeling the collar slip around her neck and his fingers pressing into the base of her spinal cord as he ties, knots, and seals the lock, she listens to the last sentence he says and blinks rapidly, frowning at those strange choice of words. Befuddledly, she speaks. \line\line "There are none, Master. I am yours to command. What you want is what I want...." \line\line As he drops his fingers, she feels the pricky sensation at the back of her neck that he was testing her and she had pleased him with her response. He grinned against her neck and moved into position, pressing his thick cock to her cunt with force. She cried out in pain, her tiny ayr'dal frame not meant to take a large, thick barbarian cock, but he relentlessly pushed through her body's resistance, despite her cries of pain. He growled as she instinctively pulled away, pressing her to his body as the head of his dick speared her, spreading her labia painfully around his thickness.She lolled her head to the side, eyes dilated in arousal as she struggled against her bonds, whimpering at the pain but loving it all the same, secretly enjoying his careless intrusion, branding her. \line\line Grabbing her body roughly and slowly pulling her onto his cock, feeling her tissues stretch and tremble from his size, he eases himself to the hilt inside her wetness, feeling how wet she becomes with each inch intruding into her flesh. He is careful, not out of love for her, but so he dosn't damage his new fuck toy. He growls into her ear, husky voice so low it is nearly inaudible. \line\line "Mine forever, now, slave. Thats my cock in your cunt, the last cock you'll ever need or want. This pussy is mine." \line\line Zeverai bites her lip and clenches her eyes shut, her teeth baring in a moan as her body opens to his painful claiming even more, shaping elastically around his cock and gripping with with her slick, hot wetness. She clenches again, the action tugging on his cock, feeling him throb deep inside her. Her clit pulses gently in arousal, making her slide against him and moan in the back of her throat. "Mm, yeah. Gods, yes. I...love...the feel of your cock, Master..." \line\line Traekor's finger reached down and plucked roughly at her clit, teasing the bud hard and rough,making it swell in his touch and causing her to cry out in pleasure. Grabbing her hips, his fingers biting into her flesh. yanking her back hard against him, forcing at last the full length of his large cock deep into her pussy. He snarls deeply, bucking as he bites her neck roughly, leaving teethmarks on her sensitive flesh, his control snapping as he fucks her hard and fast, pummeling into her, the sound of slapping flesh filling the room and mingling with her cries. \line\line "Mmmm Do you like my cock slave? Do you like your Master Fucking you? Claiming you forever?" \line\line Zeverai screams loudly, groaning out a yes as she tightens around him again, her wetness coating his cock and making it shine in the lamplight between fast thrusts of the dominating male behind her. "Yes! Yes, yes yes! Fuck me harder, please! Master, yes!" \line\line He growls at her words and takes her hard, abusing her body, stretching her and fucking her harder, faster than she is meant to be taken for one so small and fragile, his cock already several times that of an ayr'dal lover. He moans deeply and bites her neck agian, enjoying her screams of pain and pleasure."I love hearing the voice of my slave begging in lust when i fuck her.. mmmmm... so nice.." \line\line Screams again in pleasure, confirming his words, shuddering in pain but enjoying the delicious grunts that come from the huge barbarian. She licks her lips and arches her hips, his sac slapping against her clit as she hoarsely screams again at the feel of his pommeling."Gods, yes...M-master, oh GODS....I love the feel of your cock...I-I feel like I'm going to be broken in two..." \line\line He snarls again in approval, punishing her for her earlier resistance, rewarding her with the full force of his arousal for her, his voice sure and steady, possessive. \line\line "Mmmm You'll get this cock often, for the rest of your life you'll be taking this cock my Slave. " \line\line Bucks against her, his buttocks tightening as he forces his cock inside her, body heaving and shuddering as his release spends inside her; hot, thick come exploding into her body; thick ropes of sticky liquid flooding her pussy with more seed then she's had inside her before, draining him under his balls cradle up and beside him, spent and pleased. She whimpered in pleasure, feeling his spurting coat the walls of her womb. Screaming, her voice echoing in a high pitched cry of climax, Zeverai looses her control as she feels herself orgasm sharply, the walls of her insides clenching around his cock painfully as she came hard and fast after him. \line\line Groaning loudly against her ear, he continued to grind his hips against her for a moment before pulling his cock from her, watching their mingled cum slowly roll down her thighs. Panting softlymoans softly, her eyes fluttering to her thighs, she stared at the sight and nervously picked up on the silence behind her. Sensing his annoyance and disappointment in her, she turned her head and whispered at him. \line\line "M-master?" \line\line "You disapoint me Slave. I told you, a Pet does not Cum without begging for permission..but you can make it up to me, this once.." \line\line She looked into his eyes and saw her future lying there. Shamefully, she paused and realized her fault, silently pleading with him for another chance. This man was her future and she dare not disappoint him. What they shared was not love but something fundamentally different. She feared she would grow to love him, but found that if it was possible, it was inevitable. Shyly, she smiled up at him, ready to meet his demands. \line\line\line -To Be Continued....\line\par
\pard\f1\fs20\par
}