06-01-2015, 03:31 PM
“Back away, boys,” the twangy male voice rose over the din of monstrous faces. They parted like some pale fleshed ocean, their expressions damn near starved as they reluctantly backed away. “Don’t damage the good before the master can inspect them.”
Their growls were low and feral; Violet knew they weren’t among the most intelligent creatures she’s encountered, but this one…perhaps their master, he was smart, or at the very least, civilized. “What the hell is going on here?” she snarled at him.
The male, definitely no human, but something not quite monster and not quite man, gazed at her, eyes roving over her naked flesh. He smiled in what appeared to be approval. “My boys here are awfully grabby, so sorry about that,” he said as he stepped closer to her. “They enjoy the texture of scars, but you’re also quite a scrumptious little snack for them.”
“If they touch me again, I will kill them, then I will kill you.”
He laughed, full and guttural. “Oh, my, you are a catch!”
She struggled against her chains, shreds of her clothing trapped beneath the shackles smacked against her skin. “Just let me go and we can forget this whole thing,” she demanded.
“Deary, I don’t think you understand just what’s about to happen to you,” he lifted his gold plated cane to her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze full on. “If you want out of here, you’re going to have to earn it.”
Disgust washed over her face as he once again took in her form. “If you think for one second I’d…I’d do something like what you’re thinking, you’ve got me fucked up, you disgusting pig.”
He quirked a smile. “You will do whatever I want you to do, and you’re going to say ‘Yes, Master’.” He came in closer, face inches from hers. “And if you do not follow my orders…well, I can make your life a lot worse than it is right now.”
“Then do it. Kill me.” Violet growled back. “Do it!”
“You’re no use to me dead, girlie.”
She screamed. The sound reverberated around the room, amplified by the close confines of this much smaller chamber. The cane struck her on the side of the face, and cracked something within her skull. “Enough of that,” he frowned.
“Let me out of here!” She cried out. Tears began falling in hot, wet streaks down her face. Her throat burned, and her entire body was alight as a soft, reddish glow began to emanate just beneath her skin. Her arms tugged harder at the shackles, but the effort gained her nothing but sore skin. Her eyes burned as she watched him. The monsters behind him kept their distance, a stink of fear wafting from them. If he could make them do that…oh Kami, what would he do to her?
He lifted a finger to her cheek, catching a tear as it slid down her face. “Oh, look at this, boys,” he brought the teardrop to his lips, tongue flicking out to capture the little salty droplet. He smacked his lips, pleased. “We will need more of these.”
“Fuck you!” she breathed angrily. Her barb was only met by his raucous laughter, and then the laughter of his horde. Fuck them all. She’d kill every last one of them!
The laughter stopped, his round, pocked face serious. “You’re mine now, y’hear? Mine to do with as I please, when and how I please, and I have many things lined up just for lil’ ol’ you.” He punctuated the last with a little bop on her nose.
Her teeth clenched as he cupped her jaw. “Tell me, girlie, are you able to defend yourself? Or should I just resign you to breeding duties? I don’t usually give my new meat choices, but you seem special, so I’ll oblige just this once.”
It was her turn to crack a smile, a smile that was cold, malicious, and reached all the way to the very depths of her soul. “Why don’t you let me out of these chains and I can show you just how defensive I can be.”
“Oh, ho, ho, but you’re not going to hurt your master, are you?”
“In a fucking heartbeat.”
“Now, that’s just not going to fly around here,” he said, and smacked the back of his hand hard against her face. Spittle flew from her mouth, and she could taste the coppery warmth of blood on her tongue. “Fighting it is, then. Ewal, take her to the pens. Get her ready for her match. Let the other masters know there’ll be some live entertainment at supper tonight.”
Ewal, whom she assumed his name was, was a massive creature. He was nothing near human, but a cross between a troll and a bull. Fur crowned his shoulders, covering his arms like a sleeved tee, until somewhere around his elbow, it all gave way to marred flesh. His head was massive, broad, with a thick metallic hoop hanging from his septum. Black horns curved backwards from his temples, with tufts of black hair slicked back with sweat and other things between them. His eyes were just two black coals set deep in his face, but they weren’t as defiant as they should have been. Somewhere in this creature’s mind, something was broken.
As Ewal towered over her, all ten feet plus of solid muscle, Violet shivered. He could break her if he wanted, or even if the “master” as he called himself, wanted, with very little effort. She was strong, yes, but as he lifted her from the hook in which her chains were affixed, her body suspended and swinging in the air by only his hand, she knew who would come out of a fight between them alive, and it wasn’t going to be her.
“Yes, Master,” Ewal’s voice was deep, gravelly, and fully compliant. Violet was more afraid than ever.
Their growls were low and feral; Violet knew they weren’t among the most intelligent creatures she’s encountered, but this one…perhaps their master, he was smart, or at the very least, civilized. “What the hell is going on here?” she snarled at him.
The male, definitely no human, but something not quite monster and not quite man, gazed at her, eyes roving over her naked flesh. He smiled in what appeared to be approval. “My boys here are awfully grabby, so sorry about that,” he said as he stepped closer to her. “They enjoy the texture of scars, but you’re also quite a scrumptious little snack for them.”
“If they touch me again, I will kill them, then I will kill you.”
He laughed, full and guttural. “Oh, my, you are a catch!”
She struggled against her chains, shreds of her clothing trapped beneath the shackles smacked against her skin. “Just let me go and we can forget this whole thing,” she demanded.
“Deary, I don’t think you understand just what’s about to happen to you,” he lifted his gold plated cane to her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze full on. “If you want out of here, you’re going to have to earn it.”
Disgust washed over her face as he once again took in her form. “If you think for one second I’d…I’d do something like what you’re thinking, you’ve got me fucked up, you disgusting pig.”
He quirked a smile. “You will do whatever I want you to do, and you’re going to say ‘Yes, Master’.” He came in closer, face inches from hers. “And if you do not follow my orders…well, I can make your life a lot worse than it is right now.”
“Then do it. Kill me.” Violet growled back. “Do it!”
“You’re no use to me dead, girlie.”
She screamed. The sound reverberated around the room, amplified by the close confines of this much smaller chamber. The cane struck her on the side of the face, and cracked something within her skull. “Enough of that,” he frowned.
“Let me out of here!” She cried out. Tears began falling in hot, wet streaks down her face. Her throat burned, and her entire body was alight as a soft, reddish glow began to emanate just beneath her skin. Her arms tugged harder at the shackles, but the effort gained her nothing but sore skin. Her eyes burned as she watched him. The monsters behind him kept their distance, a stink of fear wafting from them. If he could make them do that…oh Kami, what would he do to her?
He lifted a finger to her cheek, catching a tear as it slid down her face. “Oh, look at this, boys,” he brought the teardrop to his lips, tongue flicking out to capture the little salty droplet. He smacked his lips, pleased. “We will need more of these.”
“Fuck you!” she breathed angrily. Her barb was only met by his raucous laughter, and then the laughter of his horde. Fuck them all. She’d kill every last one of them!
The laughter stopped, his round, pocked face serious. “You’re mine now, y’hear? Mine to do with as I please, when and how I please, and I have many things lined up just for lil’ ol’ you.” He punctuated the last with a little bop on her nose.
Her teeth clenched as he cupped her jaw. “Tell me, girlie, are you able to defend yourself? Or should I just resign you to breeding duties? I don’t usually give my new meat choices, but you seem special, so I’ll oblige just this once.”
It was her turn to crack a smile, a smile that was cold, malicious, and reached all the way to the very depths of her soul. “Why don’t you let me out of these chains and I can show you just how defensive I can be.”
“Oh, ho, ho, but you’re not going to hurt your master, are you?”
“In a fucking heartbeat.”
“Now, that’s just not going to fly around here,” he said, and smacked the back of his hand hard against her face. Spittle flew from her mouth, and she could taste the coppery warmth of blood on her tongue. “Fighting it is, then. Ewal, take her to the pens. Get her ready for her match. Let the other masters know there’ll be some live entertainment at supper tonight.”
Ewal, whom she assumed his name was, was a massive creature. He was nothing near human, but a cross between a troll and a bull. Fur crowned his shoulders, covering his arms like a sleeved tee, until somewhere around his elbow, it all gave way to marred flesh. His head was massive, broad, with a thick metallic hoop hanging from his septum. Black horns curved backwards from his temples, with tufts of black hair slicked back with sweat and other things between them. His eyes were just two black coals set deep in his face, but they weren’t as defiant as they should have been. Somewhere in this creature’s mind, something was broken.
As Ewal towered over her, all ten feet plus of solid muscle, Violet shivered. He could break her if he wanted, or even if the “master” as he called himself, wanted, with very little effort. She was strong, yes, but as he lifted her from the hook in which her chains were affixed, her body suspended and swinging in the air by only his hand, she knew who would come out of a fight between them alive, and it wasn’t going to be her.
“Yes, Master,” Ewal’s voice was deep, gravelly, and fully compliant. Violet was more afraid than ever.
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