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| | From: Toxicangel17 (Original Message) | Sent: 7/23/2008 6:04 PM |
"We found her in the forbidden forests, Mylord." "Nice work, so we have a new slave - why did you gag her?" "We were fed up with her whining!" The captain of the guard saluted and one of his men pushed the captive forward. A woman in the midst twenties, as far as the Lord could see. Long black hair fell to her shoulders, but she was in a quite messy state. When she looked up, green eyes stared at him, the glance a mixture of rebellion, pride and fear. One of the guardians whapped her over the head. "Don´t you dare to look into his face!" Unimpressed by her sobbing, the Lord gave his order. "Get her through the usual procedure and then return with the report, I´ll decide then, who will be the one to train her. They brought Anish to a bathroom, where they violently undressed and washed her, while her wrists remained bond. Wrapped in a kind of gown, the next place where they took her to was a white tiled chamber. She was forced onto an examination chair and strapped down there. Someone dressed like a doctor touched every part of her naked body. Anish whimpered, when the doc pressed a gloved finger into her anus. No word was spoken and finally it was over. Her gag got removed and she remained silent. On the way back, they passed the yard and one of the guys grinned and pointed at a corner to their right. "We´ll see you there in a month or two, when you get a nice branding." Seeing her terrified face he added: "It´s not too bad, they are allowed to scream." She had to kneel on the floor, while the Castle-Lord read the report aloud. "Misbehaving, rebelish, in good health, virgin, butt too narrow - should be stretched. Needs a strong hand, but her build promises a lot of pleasure for her master(s) once she is ready." He looked at the wildcat that knelt to his feet. "I think I know to which master I will give you. He got the needed experience, spirit and equipment to tame you. For now let me tell you this: There is no need to try an escape. No one can leave from here, who isn´t permitted to. You have to obey everyone´s order, either you will regret deeply! Anything else, your master will teach you!" |
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(please dont control my character he likely pushthe plesure one lol) " you wouldnt know for unlike filthy humans i dont spawn with my pets" he spoke calmly bakc to her as his finger moved off the jet and he sighed" one painting a week" he siad to her and left with the echoing of the pain adn plesure mixed. |
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((I am normally not into demon stories, but I´ll try....)) |
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( i warned you over im that id be playing a demon.) |
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Anish wondered, what would be the sense in doing one painting per week. And what about the other time? Would he play this cruel collar-game with her? She sat down on her bed, back to the wall, knees under her chin and arms around her legs. Where would this nightmare lead to? |
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time would flow int hat room then it would ebb just as harshly. her week seemed to taunt her for he only remided her once about who was the master adn who did what they were told. the the evil ruby. that forced heavenly pelsure thought her body. |
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So the week went by, it was a monotone schedule of meals, sleeping and working on the painting, which was a mirror of her inner self. A black background with fire-red stripes over and over again. She was getting depressed, locked into that room, visited from that monster whenever he liked to. She was already wondering if there might be a way to end her life with one of her brushers. |
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on the last day of the week he visited her.and looked at her work" not bad" he said to her" can you do portraits" he asked her as he studied the artwork. his body ridigd as he stood infront of it and glared intoher soul thought her work. |
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"I never tried.", she answered honestly. "I was more into landscapes and - freestyle art." |
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" well im going tohave someone sent to youfor you to do a portrait of" he said to her as he lifted the painting gentaly and clled out the cube againand put it ina dn took out a fresh canvas."should you need me, just call for me little one": he said toher as he elft ehr with fresh supplies. |
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It happened in the following night. First she felt cold and buried herself deeper into the blankets. Her legs hurt and when she woke up from a restless slumber a few hours later, her skin was awfully hot. She felt like burning up from insinde. Sitting up, she got dizzy. "Fever...!", was all she could think about. Anish had fallen sick. |
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that next morning he was there with soup adn medical supplies. he seemed to almost baby her with attention and feed her and cheak her tempature. so odd it seemed how he flawned over her ailement with almost motherly attention but kwept his barier of slave master around him. barring them from any connection from this.. or one would think.... |
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Anish didn´t want to eat anything, she was just thirsty. Thirsty and weak. Her head was aching and she sobbed, because she felt so miserable. "I´m going to die!", she repeated over and over again. "I´m going to die!" |
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"not while im here" he replied to ehr calmly as he did what was needed to keep her that way. he tought about suggesting his blood as a cure. beig that demons were known to be resistent to most aliments. but he knew she wouldnt take it..willingly. |
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