Somewhere Between Corrupted and Vixen

CorruptedResidue: ‡ It was far far into the night by the time the majority of the folks of the town had finally for the most part dispersed and returned to their homes. The bodies removed and set to some distant side of the town where mass graves for a dozen men or less were still being dug by a handful of remaining men. But otherwise, guards were posted about, readying for another attack on the outskirts, a few in view as they'd patrol down one street or another in sets of two to four men at times. The blood was left for the rain to wash away for the better part. The scavengers and dogs alike could take of the remnant guts and meat which they were already having a feast upon. Though there weren't really a great number of such creatures in a town of this small size. Regardless, the slavegirls in nearby cages, spanning the length of a buildings wall were already fast asleep. They were familiar with their routine in life and knew well enough to get as much sleep as they were allowed before they'd be put to their chores. Fawning voices had arisen from them, wishing one another a good night in sisterly accordance. It was perhaps after they did such, maybe half into the hour that two guards approached. They were of the same elk as Rahmor. No doubt some of the very men who stood with him in the line when he faced her in the battle itself. The cagedoor would find itself being pulled upon by the gaunt of a hand after a key loosened the lock. The slight creak of unoiled hinges slightly disturbed the night air for a moment or three before the second man had unfurled a dark silk material from its fold at his belt. She was still bound ankle and wrist. No doubt upon her knees or leaning against a barred wall if she stood. Either way, she'd still not be able to put up too much of a fight. They would be ready for her if they would. Have wanting her to with a gleam in their eye so they could have an excuse to do more than merely do what was requested of them. A hood came to be opened in the next minute..and through whatever guise she'd put them through, it would eventually find itself being draped over her head to puddle over the slimness of her shoulders. After that, the matter of transporting her was done with a guard bearing each of her arms. They could easily enough heft her up and not require her to take a single step, which she couldn't do regardless with ankles bound. Their destination would take them a short flux of time. Their booted feet would be able to be discerned changing from stepping upon the streets cobblestones, to a smoother surface that was more of a pat of soles upon some cooler surface that began to echo against heightening walls.The sound of a hevy curtain being moved aside would ensue for a hastened moment, slightly disturbing their pace perhaps, if only a little. Another moment, and she would feel the lush softness of furs beneath her. She lowered to her knees if not onto her thighs..or some other rebelled result perhaps. The furs though, seemed to be one layer upon another beneath it, giving ample cushioning effect. She would as well no doubt be able to feel the roused snap and crackle of a fire a short distance away. The sound of the guards taking their leave distancing and gorwing more and more quiet.‡

Bourbon Vixen: She allowed the steel and chrome bitten by the night's coldness to sting in linear columns down her flesh. Her body was huddled in a corner, her knees were drawn up to allow her face to rest on them. Wrists were crossed over at the small of her back, pretty in clasping each other. Lulled to sleep by the distant comings and goings, faint foot falls on the cobbles next to her, whispers of voices that petted at her ears, coaxed her to the restless sleep in which she twitched in and out of. The guards all around her were rustling like the ladies silk in glittering rooms filled with so many candles and lovely colors. Dreams of wicked pleasures, the reminisce of pain tinged betwixt her thighs, the blood still upon her when she had her battle with Him against the cage, more iron tainting the air. Velvet curtain of blue and black shimmered down like a deathly bridal veil forever clouding out the visage if she were to open her eyes and look out before her. She wanted to ignore it all, the cleaning and scrubbing. All of it her doing. Something scuffled up to the cage she was placed in, long gone was His scent, she only heard the unclicking of the metal, kissing against more metal, then the fullness of their two essences. They filled the entirety of the cage, and she was so small, a curled little mouse. Their fingers curled around her arms, bruised the flesh, she squeaked awake. Her head shot up only to be met with the blackness produced by the silken hood that contorted her vision into midnight depths. When the sudden blackness swept over her, she first thought was she was dying. She hardly saw the grins of the guards performing the deed for their Master. After she squeaked, frightened, she thrashed against their grips, their fingers taking coiling so she could feel the nails within her tender skin. Her body wrestled in vicious movements, one had to admire the ambitious little trophy. She had an impish mischievous which made her cute as well as sexy, then her marred curves touched by Him, His hands that wondered over her lingered, their heat left behind. The guards dragged her between then, although she was five feet and seven inches, she wasn't touching the ground. Her people were starved, she herself, 100lbs of vicious vixen. The path was changing, the sounds of their feet were hitting different textures, rough to smooth, cobbles to .. something else. Her senses pulsated through out her body, her breath quickened with each step that they were taking, nearing something untold. Next she was thrust downwards, through the squirming and releasing she automatically curled into the pile of furs, welcoming the bliss of such softness to her naked skin, tingles, anticipation built the moment. Her lithe form wriggled into the depths, sinking into the comfort, for fear she might not have it always. The crackling sound of the fire was brought to her attention, she wanted to see it, her head moved along the furs to ruffle and dispose of the silken curtain in front of her face. Once off she stared at the fire nothing else. The spitting embers glowed pink and bright orange, warming her over, the warmth of His touch was replaced by actual heat, the guards were leaving, muffled foot steps over the curve of her spine, if she dared to move and look, with today's treatments she dared not move and retaliate any more than she had. She just wanted sleep, her eyes were drifting, glazed over. Perfectly heavenly this wonderful place, whatever it was.. she was grateful.

CorruptedResidue: ‡ It was indeed, well into the night. Near to the time when many were liably seeking sleep if not already there. Yet, he was of the sort who would stay up if it was so necessary. If there were say, a matter or two that needed to be dealt with before he slept. A slavegirl he found all to very important to leave in a cage, so susceptible to being freed from her kin via means of thievery and stealth for instance. Here though, was another matter. Eyes of that depthed amber were drawn to the appealing way she found such comfort and warmth where he had brought her. That gentler side he could love and adore being shown to him again. A side that was able to soften his heart and the need to punish her. He himself was in the same room, a rather large one, a mold between a den and a bedroom. There were two long shelves hidden in the corners darkened shadow. Looming towards the low ceiling with books whos binderies could not be read. Yet some were laced with gold that reflected off of the illuminating dance of the flames before her. There was the stance of a chair amongst them. A silhouette of darkness that was not overly rich or thronelike. Moreso, it was laden with cushioning upon the rise of inscribed upon wooden framework. One thigh was strewn over the risen side of it where the cushions were spread and tossed over in their length. Like some flattened mattress one could say. The hearths radiance played its light upon this raised thigh as his own eyes lifted to it. Noting the swell of muscles beyond the bared expanse of his foot beyond. His boots having been removed moments earlier..strewn on the floor nearby in a shamble of buckles and gawking leather. Within his hand was the weight of a metallic circle, a collar. Its chromed gleam catching the red and orange reflection with ease as he swirled it amongst fingers. Polishing it with the continual ascent of lithe fingers, concealed in a strewing cloth of silk that instilled upon it an assurance that it held no marrings, knicks, or even blemishings from his own fingers as he continued to let it slide and circle around and around above his lap. He wore nothing whilst seated so..the darkness looming within his chair, secreting the truer contents of his loins which she had already dealt with once that night. Yet, near to the door stood his shield. The sheathed blade. Looming closer to the rise of the banister of his bed was hung the ptregues and the weight of his warbelt, and the assembly of sheathed daggers with it. A long breath was sent spewing forth from above his chest, sending the bristle of hairs astir, and moreso bellowing forth a mask of fog upon the polished state of the collar he was tending to. To watch it clear up in the pass of moments. A sounding snap finally arose in the din of the rooms silence. The sound of the collar being sharply opened upon its single well oiled hinge. The catch of steel against steel where the divided ends clapped against one another with briskness. The gleam of gold lining the center of the collar, but only on the outer surface he viewed. Turning it about briefly, this way, then the other to view its particulars. The lining of some softened material endorsed the inner lining of the collar itself, where it would be against her flesh...a small luxury. His voice rising finally, to add to the sharpness of steels bite-"...Do not fall asleep on me just yet little one...I have a gift for you that will see you through your dreams...‡

Bourbon Vixen: Vanished surfaces, smooth textures, books that blurred with gold and gleam, the fire that lapped at her soul, tugging her into the warmth depths. It smelled like leather and paper, rich earth smells that drowned her into drowsy spells, her eyes, lids were growing so heavy, sleepy, dying. Her muscles were releasing their tensions, it was then when her lids were finally resting in the middle did His voice crackle over her like a vice, it gripped her heart in sudden fear..... and pleasure. It scared her, but excited her at the same time, her loins were spreading with heat and flame like those coming from the fire. Refined taste for a .. Captain? War Lord? Something? She couldn't stand up, she couldn't find the strength to sit up, she rolled over to meet the voice of the person whom was speaking, crisp, clear, masculine tones that reverberated over her flesh, promises pending in the moment. She breathed hared, her legs slithered over one another so she could twisted her hips, twin mounds moved in unison as she stretched her ribs, faint outline of delicately carved bone, perfectly aligned. The little cut that was there wasn't bleeding but was an angry red. Her head rolled over to the soft furs, eyes glued to the shadows, the expanse of the thigh exposed, dark outline of Him. She watched the glimmer of steel, threatening her in silence. How big did those golden brown orbs grow any larger? Such fear and lust. The furs, her head was sinking in them again, she looked out over the distance, her voice quivering at first. <vsw> "What do you mean, what are you going to do with that? You can't possibly think me to be yours forever. You know your life will end in my hands. I will kill you." Twisted, her legs were wrapped within the furs, noted bed terrorist. Her hair wrapped around her neck, tugging at her head back down. Some errant strands splayed across the heated and warm skin of her cheeks. Those thick lashes played an innocent game of peek-a-boo with her eyes, lips puckered into a full pout, why it was as simple as that. Softly spoken threats, the fear so unwelcome, He was toying with it, her eyes traveled the room like a ghost, slipping in and out of the darkness, searching for more metal, awe, a belt, a muscle twitched but she refused to act on it. Did she mention how much she liked the light shimmering off His skin, it caught her attention on more than one occasion. Such a rogue of words and actions. Something about His essence filled the room, making her cower in the corner, but she had proved she would not so easily misplaced, she would prevail, her determination and ambition told her so. Her people would come back to her, she would not remain in this War Lord's grip for long under any circumstances. Again her eyes were drawn for the promise of blade, metal that sang out to her of freedom, wars to be won, and her own people. A curse rippled through her mind, as she growled at Him, more like a little dog. She hated Him just now, hated being displayed as a prize on furs, for His eyes to feast over.

CorruptedResidue: ‡Eyes were indeed so very used to feasting upon women. Those who accepted it, were able to become so very effective and pleasing him with there mere viewing of them alone. The way ones body spoke, moved, the language in and of itself a frolic in the park for the subconscious to exhibit as it would, even when one was consciously attempting to be something else entirely at times. Nonetheless, beyond the collar she was viewed as well. She had taken to the furs a lot better than he thought she would. In a way that was explicity adoring and indeed, quite cute. It drew the winnings of a humored curl to rise upon his lips. The melancholy of his thigh then rippled. Conversing with muscles beyond, and upwards to his lap as feet braced against the marble of the floor below. The tiles bearing a mirroring polish upon them, some residue that allowed it to wield a reflective surface. Though darkness was even now upon it, only to bear a crystalline gleam beneath his foot. The inline of his physique was then hoisted into a stance via the use of thighs alone, muscles playing like the cords in a piano, shifting and combing and jutting against flesh till the unravelment of that pristine phallus unslung itself from its rest, and made to swing alive and threateningly with the weight of its flesh and unarguing muscles still quietly asleep, regardless of its hanging girth of a size. Darkened skin was all the more darker with the fire only being fed so many pieces of wood. The room dim, yet bright enough to see her..and so and so far beyond the furs. looming braids fell from the top of his head, to swing and lick at his temples and cheeks where two ta six of the lengthy snakes uncoiled and swung into swayful motion. The rest of his logs were bound behind him in their dark mass of locks and curls. He took those few steps to the furs, the fire dancing upon that one side of him. Igniting the very hairs that proposed a mesh of curls over his skin whilst it slid over the movement of muscles. The shimmer and gleam of the collar was held in that sides hand. The light rising and falling from one angle to the next as it passed through the air in his grip. A sparkling gleam shimmering briefly, promising its nature, and use was as lethal as its prospect to show her off. The furs were waded amongst, till she would feel him sliding into their encoverings with her. The graze of rougher flesh bristling hairs against the smoother contours of her legs as he sent the entwinement of limbs to embellish her own with his company. Snaking a course of thighs to pry, and loosen about and amongst her slenderer ones. Yet feeling the dutiful reminder of her own strength, and the speed that was spent within them. A hand swept down, igniting his touch upon one of her shoulders, shoving her consolingly onto her shoulders the rest of the way from her residing position. Sending those twin mounds into a soft bounce before his eyes that won her the glee of a grin sidling along his tiers hovering above. Another moment, and his hips would nestle upon her own. That indignant cost of his manhood sent to nestle and accommodate itself amongst the warmth of her flesh. Affording himself the luxury of a most well endowed woman to lay upon amongst the softness of cushioning furs that ranged from the cleanest of whites, to the darker concealment of black. Her hair amused him as it was still caught amongst the furs beneath her. Her neck chancedly revealed all the more easier. Yet, she'd feel his lips upon her in another moment. Parting, the moisture of inner folds drifting, tasting, slipping the lure of his tongue to catch at what hairs might still be in the way, nuzzling them aside. The heat of his breath passing over visited upon lengths as he continued doing this for several moments. Kissing, sweeping that sweet appendage to glide along her flesh as if to cleanse it with his very own means of reason. Each passing touch upon her riveting into him particulars of lust. Enough so that a swelling was readily felt, slithering awake and wanting against her bared flesh below...where furs were concealing-"....what is it that I taught you to call me..?"‡

Bourbon Vixen: A pad of feet falling onto the marble captured her gaze as she stared at Him, trying to rise. Nearer and nearer He withdrew from the shadowed depths, her walking Adonis, Greek God here to please and tease her. Her breath was stolen from her lungs when the fire captured His elegance, sweetened grace of how He walked with a lazy arrogant gait. His dark hair in braids wrapped and coiled played along His flawless physic, she gasped, her manicured brows released their knitted look as the Angel was upon her, pushing her back into the sultry feel of furs that sank with her. Hasty, intricate this tryst of them. How He had fused with her, legs capturing her own, such at an unfair advantage being tied down. The sinister thoughts of killing Him were dismissed when she felt Him come down on her, bodies melding together. Oh, the kisses that made her pant, the neck so sensitive and then the heated release of His breath upon her, the roll of that warmth tickling her in other areas. Oh, she could feel the thick corded piece of flesh harden, ready for it to delve inside her. Her hips were brought up slightly, a yelp almost escaped her, pulling muscles cramped from the tied ankles. This His voice and words behind it hit her full force, she turned and looked at Him through a haze she was trying to clear, the lust had washed over her. It had taken her by storm and she wasn't able to find the beacon, all she saw was Him, searing her with those kisses, hips tried to move again, lost in action. God it was hard to concentrate with Him around. His very grin when her breasts moved was memorizing, called her to pay attention, it made the corners of her lips pull up in a lop-sided grin. Small curves shivered under Him. Well, He teased her senses, why not bring forth a challenge, something to bring to His attention. <vsw> "Maybe if you could untie me.. I ache, it hurts, the bounds are cutting into me.. please.. I might see what I can say about calling you.. Master.... " Oh, that did it, how sweet the words, honey dripping from her lips, curious kitten gave such a look up to Him, almost begging in silence, her head tilted off to the side, the wisps of hair removed from her face. Oh, let it end, the fires were burning between them. His body, hard abs resting just above curvaceous form that was round and edged with bones. Docile Gypsy took her time to play the with words, she could be a diplomat if she wanted. Pretty words from a pretty mouth. She watched the firelight play over His from, eyes closed and opened, the fire played tricks with her eyes, on fire, burning up. Within this moment she relaxed for a moment, to relieve the added stress of His body upon her own, pressing her already sore shoulders back, wrists pushing into the small of her back. It made her twist her hips which pressed further into Him. Such a spell that could be cast by their fucking, their closeness, the scents that mated in the atmosphere above them. Ah, lust.