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PostSubject: Well deserved rest.   Mon May 07, 2012 12:09 pm

Out of all the spots for someone to lose control of their bladder they had to do it in this spot. Bianca growled as she lifted her boot out of the large puddle on the floor, her eyes narrowing as she watched it drip away there was no denying what it was, the strong tangy scent filled her as she inhaled before letting out a long drawn out sigh. She found herself at the bottom of the stairs to the pit she had come across while quickly exploring the Undercity.

Bianca turned on her heel quickly moving up the narrow passage that would lead her to the city’s streets. Although the sunlight would not be a threat here she still required rest, She pulled her hood up covering her pale face traveling quickly through the back alleys, only going a few blocks before she came across the tavern set back bit from the shops that surrounded it, this city was almost the mirror image of the one on the surface down to the very last piece of cobblestone that made up its road.

She did not hesitate just pushed open the door, a thick smoke cloud surrounding her; the place reeked of stale ale and tobacco. The room was dark only lit by the small candles centered on each round table. Bianca wasn’t in the mood to socialize, she was hungry and tired. She approached the bar not seeming to care about the few people sitting there enjoying their drinks. Bianca looked up at the barkeep with a worn smile her light grey eyes burning as they begged for rest, she placed a few coins in front of him and motioned to the stairs leading up to the rooms, and he nodded smiling back.

Bianca dropped her things on the floor right next to her door letting it slowly shut behind her, the bed seemed to call to her as she shed off her clothing leaving a trail behind her, she groaned as she crawled onto it ,collapsing face first the sheets bunching as she turned her head to the side before shutting her eyes.
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PostSubject: Re: Well deserved rest.   Mon May 07, 2012 7:30 pm

Three fights later Vy had found out how to tell time in this darkened cavern. The flaming ring in the center of the city told you the time. The higher on the stalagmite the later in the day it was. Fair enough. Crap[ idea to use fire to tell time, but he was not going to question these dark-skinned savages any more than he already had, it wasn’t worth another submission hold or take down. He was not a violent person, unlike the denizens of this abyssal city, he didn’t actually like hurting people, though he was remarkably good at it. And he was not interested in the eventual trouble he was going to get in when he was identified to some form of local authority. It was only worse made because he understood that in most places the actions of the slave were paid for by their master, a master whose name he didn’t even know was not helpful.

Eventually he came tot he broken sword inn, the only sleeping establishment that didn’t seem to come with chlamydia as freely as pillow mints. There was no taste in this city, no sense. The men were afraid for no reason and the women were whores with power trips. But that was merely as he saw it, and only one race. The Goblins, Kobolds, Half-Orcs, Deep Dwarves, and every other thing he couldn’t identify seemed to have a different way of doing things. It was just those infernal Drow really that didn’t fit the rest of the city’s workings. Well save they like all the rest were scum form the bottom of the barrel scrapped off only to land underfoot. How did he ever end up in this … this place.

It was simple really and he knew it well. He had judged against another of the order, murdered another peace keeper that falsely claimed to serve justice and their god. He found them guilty and carried out the deserved sentence of death. It was against his oaths, but it was what was right. Wasn’t that the Important part? Doing what was right? It didn’t matter anymore for now it bore him down a hundred miles, a cavern filed with stench and into this new existence as a servant. He would find the lesson his god wanted him to learn and move on once it was time.

Pushing open the door he was met with stink far worse than the city outside. It reeked of defecation, tobacco, ale, sweat, urine, and kobold. It was nearly enough to make his eyes water. But with a silent gesture of his right hand he drew a glyph across his thigh and a sweet smelling air seemed to blow form nowhere defusing the rank odor and replacing it around him with something less vile. Walking to the bar keep he met his eyes carefully. A slave staring into the eyes of an Ogre was dangerous. But after a small discussion and a large description Vy was lead to believe he might be able to find that whom he sought here.

He moved up the stairs solemnly and came top the door he was instructed to. Carefully he tried the handle to find it unlatched, interesting. He pushed it open with his boot and gazed into the darkness. A pile of possessions laid near the door and a trail of clothing headed towards the bed, where if she was still laid he would see a smaller female nude face down head away from him. He looked downwards and then stepped in closing the door behind him near silently. He wasn’t sneaking, he just didn’t want to wake her and rouse her anger.

He picked a path across the room carefully to avoid her trail of clothing. Boots, gloves, pants, and shirt. Cloak, corset, belt and undergarments. Everything she was wearing that hadn't been in her hands. He moved not silently, but very quietly across the room watching her softly as she seemed to sleep. She was smaller than he had thought, her heels higher then he had guessed. For a human she was small petite. But curved, maybe she wasn’t human? Her bust and hips were to curved to match her height. Her buttocks to perky. She was child sized nearly, but fully developed and endowed, it was an intriguing combination, yet got now reaction from him save curiosity.

He had never gotten a good look as he was purchased, but he was fairly certain this was indeed the woman that had bought him many hours prior. All he need do now was wait for her to rouse later to be certain. Once he heard her voice he'd know he was in the right room and not in danger of another assault charge or worse. The females in here seemed to think they were more superior than they deserved, it was likely f this was the wrong room he'd end up a lot worse off than in a slave pit again. And with less of him attached once he got there. With a soft turn he'd sit in the chair near the bed and simple wait.

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PostSubject: Re: Well deserved rest.   Tue May 08, 2012 8:12 am

Bianca remained still on the bed as she heard the footsteps, her eyes opening slowly as she waited and listened, hearing a creaking sound as someone sat down in the chair beside her bed their steady heartbeat pounding in her ears. She took in a deep breath, her mouthwatering she had recognized the scent it was the male from the night before in the pit.

She stretched rolling over as she looked up at him through her thick black lashes, the small candle beside the bed flickered its flame seeming to dance in her grey eyes. She seemed to almost purr as she speaks to him pushing herself onto her hands and knees, crawling across the bed towards him. “You’re just in time.” She says with a pouty lip like she didn’t expect him to come, but it quickly disappears being replaced with a smirk and giggle as she nears him. It was clear her choice was wise, he didn’t resist her at all as she moved from the bed placing herself in front of him, her lack of clothing not seeming to bother her in anyway.

Bianca closed the space between them placing her knee between his pushing them apart; she leaned forward placing her hand on his chest parting his robes where she could to feel the warmth of his flesh under her fingertips. She had time now she didn’t have before to inspect the male that cost her so much.

Her hands traveled down his chest to his belly feeling his muscles tighten under her touch only coming to a stop as her fingers brushed up against his belt. She didn’t take her eyes from his as she learned him with her hands, then her mouth. Bianca leaned in further pressing her lips to his throat a light feral growl escaping her as she felt his pulse against them, Her mouth quickly taking the path her fingers had moments before until she was on her knees once more this time between his legs.

Bianca looked up at him with a smirk as she loosened his belt. “Don’t move.” She said in a soft voice pushing his robes aside, yanking his pants down until they were forced to his ankles bringing her attention to the space between his legs. He would soon know his purpose, if he liked it or not didn’t matter to her.

She leaned forward taking him in her hand her fingers gently moving along him as she pressed her lips to his thigh, lightly sucking his flesh into her mouth tasting him, her grip tightening as her pace quickens slightly to at least provide him with a small distraction. Bianca took in a deep breath closing her eyes as her tongue caressed the bit of flesh she now held between her teeth, exhaling slowly as her small fangs penetrated him. He tasted so damn good, and she was so hungry all the traveling she had done during the night had taken a lot out of her, she growled once more as his thick rich warmth filled her mouth slowly trickling down her throat she took her free hand placing it on his thigh her nails sinking into his flesh as she latched onto him, her jaw tightens tearing his flesh a bit more increasing the flow as her lips move slowly against him.

She took her fill which wasn’t as much as one would think ,gently cleaning the mess she had made on him with her tongue before she looked up at him wiping the red smears from her lips in silence.
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PostSubject: Re: Well deserved rest.   Wed May 16, 2012 6:11 pm

Vy shifted slightly as she moved and rolled over, the light of the candle revealing her far from childish curves to his eyes. She was small, not even five feet tall, but she was shaped well, curved everywhere a man could want, toned, sleek, firm. Sadly Vy didn’t notice the same way other men would see a beautiful woman crawling naked, on hands and knees their way. He didn’t see the curve of her body, now the shape of her firm, ample chest as she slithered, he didn’t notice her firm supple buttocks, or the curve of her shapely graspable hips. Even the pouty sultry tone of her words were weighed differently by him.

Instead he saw what she was, form the curve of lengthened canine to the way she stared so hungrily. His new mistress was a predator, not a sultry vixen. At first he was distracted about exactly the intent of her purchase. The way she opened his robe like armor and gently undid the hooks to expose his chest made him ponder her next moves. Clearly a woman with a build like hers should be able to woo just about any man. She needn't buy one simply for her bedchamber, and even then a one night purchase would make more sense. She needn't buy a slave, when renting one would accomplish the same feat for far less coin.

“You instructed me to arrive before dawn...”He would have called her a name at that juncture, even left the pause so that she knew he was seeking out what to call her. Mistress, misses, hey sexy. Surely she had something she anticipated him to address her as, and he was waiting for it to be known, he doubted of course she'd care of his name until it mattered. And who ever said she wasn’t going to rename him for her pleasure once she found out his was foreign to this realm.

Her hands roamed his body, felt his abs, arms, stomach. He would have raised a brow, but questioning her was not his place yet. Soon her lips followed the path her hands did and they too stopped at his belt as he sat in the chair, oddly with his new owner kneeling before him on the floor. As she undid his clothing further and removed his pants, for a second time, he did as instructed and only moved as much as needed to assist her. Soon he was in her grasp and her lips found a new place to suckle and tease.

Though his reaction fittingly was not as one might expect either. Submissive before him, stroking and suckling and kissing. And he took no control from her at all. He grew and engorged like she hoped, though that was about as far as he went along the path she was leading. He felt her teeth rend flesh and he knew suddenly what those pointed teeth were for. His new owner was a vampire, and she bought him to feed. Should he defend himself before it got to late? Should he fight back? Call on divine light or fire to get himself from her?

No he did as he was bid, and he sat still, the only thing moving was his hands. Gently gripping the arms of the chair. His teeth lightly grating together as he resisted her. But it certainly wasn’t the pain he was resisting, it was her touch. He was fairly certain the pleasure she gifted him was merely a distraction before the pain set in. she was not pleasing him for any other reason as he was not going to forgo his training for her. As she stroked and teased he stayed firm, engorged in her grip, eager one might say. But he didn’t release even as she pulled away and cleaned her lips from his blood.
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PostSubject: Re: Well deserved rest.   Thu May 17, 2012 6:18 pm

“Bianca” she said in a low soft voice as she stared up at him, her hand remained on his thigh her fingertips sinking into his flesh as she pushed herself to her feet. “I would like it if you called me by my name. “She took a step back giving him space. “Dress yourself. “Her eyes remained locked on him as he stood to fix his armor. His body was beautiful, his muscles tightened shifting under his scar covered flesh with every movement he made making it hard for her to take her eyes from him.

Bianca wasn’t one for conversation. Most males she had come across didn’t last long enough to even learn her name. Her eyes slowly traveled down his body once more as he stood pausing on his hardened length that moved along with the beating of his heart, twitching as it stood out from his body. He was larger than most she had seen, it wasn’t possible for her fingertips to touch as she wrapped them around him, his smooth skin sliding in her grasp with ease.

She knew he had held back his release, his blood had poured into her as well as his thoughts as she had fed. She wouldn’t question it, not now maybe not ever. If it made him feel better about his current situation or allow him to feel some kind of control over himself, she wouldn’t deny him of that. She had done it to distract him yes, but she had also wanted to give him something in return.

Bianca had bought this male, he was hers now, to feed from, to keep her well-guarded as she rests but she had wanted more, maybe more than a broken man could give her. She was after something maybe loyalty, companionship a friend of sorts someone other than herself to talk to as she traveled.

She glanced down at Whiskers smiling softly as he brushed up against her leg tickling her with his soft fur. “At least I have you.” She says with a sigh pushing at him lightly with her toe sending him off to explore the room more, taking a small cloth from the table beside the chair the man once sat in that held a basin as well and tossed it to him once he had finished dressing. “Clean me before I rest, we will not have time when I wake. “She remains still as she waits for him, her arms resting at her sides. “We will be heading to the surface at nightfall.”
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PostSubject: Re: Well deserved rest.   Tue May 29, 2012 11:35 am

Vy'sintyr was not a many words, and nor was this suddenly going to change. After the feeding she moved back and commanded him to dress. Very well,he would so so. And standing carefully as she stood before him he made certain they didn’t touch. Nor did he ever let his eyes rest on hers, he gaze stayed downcast the entire time. Carefully he drew up his pants, closed belted and re-buckled his armor. Only once did he gaze upwards, but not to her face. His eyes stopped at her chest before they rose higher, and then swiftly stared downwards again. He was not looking over her well formed hips bust or stomach, he hadn’t taken in her curves, her scars, her graceful moves or fine soft skin. He merely forgot his place for a moment.

Thankfully she ignored him for a ferret so she likely never noticed. But soon enough he was the center of her attentions again and she requested he return the favor she gave him when he was purchased. Very well. He caught the rag, and hefted the bucket. But then he placed both near her feet as he knelt before her. His right hand touched the water of the bucket to feel its temperature. It was as cold as the water she bathed him with. He shook his head softly, his slightly knotted and matted hair swaying as he did so.

His right hand moved, and his index finger traced a pattern in the water that stayed put as if he was writing on mud, or in sand. Swiftly he drew and finished a glyph spell, and revealed he did runic magic to her intentionally since it had never been asked. One spoken word escaped his lips and was forgotten as soon as it was heard, for that was also part of its magic. And suddenly the water was steaming softly and radiating heat from its bucket. With the spell cast he dipped the rag into the water, rung it out slightly and went to washing his new mistress. Starting intentionally with her feet on this pass.

Gently lifting one then the other to wash under it carefully, then over it. U her right leg to her mid thigh, then her left. He knew the water would run dirt down her legs as he washed up them, but after this pass he would rinse her form head to toe carefully to clean that off as well. But for now he moved from middle thigh to upper thigh. Gently cleaning her with care. The rag moved over sensitive flesh, and he tried to keep it as sterile and clinical as possible for a male that had rarely seen a female form so exposed to their eyes. Soon enough he was washing over her pubis, showing no outward embarrassment and then moving on to washing her buttocks and then lower back.

He would carefully wash her back, stomach and chest as he moved. The cloth moving over breast ribs, and spine as he cleaned her off. Never pausing lewdly like a male might with their hands over a beautiful maids flesh. Soon enough he was washing her arms, hands, and even armpits. The rag constantly going back into the still warmed water to re-soak itself with warmth to clean her skin and body. He washed her neck, and if she didn’t stop him or protest he washed her face as well. What he couldn’t do as she stood however was wash her hair. And unless she ordered that next he was going to go from tops to tails.

He would wash her completely form top to bottom this time, again the rag going over sensitive flesh and none sensitive flesh in order of appearance. He cleaned her meticulously and thoroughly. Making sure the rag had passed over ever inch of flesh. Its warm waters cleaning away sweat, grime, dirt and filth easily. Cleaning everywhere with its warmth. Eventually when he was finished he placed the rag back on the bucket again, and what might strike her as the most strange, and the most amusing was that she was completely clean, yet so was the water. All the filth and dirt shifted tot he bottom of the bucket as his spell decreed and in doing so she was only ever touched by clean, warm water as he bathed her, the water had never clouded, or darkened at all.

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PostSubject: Re: Well deserved rest.   Fri Jun 15, 2012 8:15 pm

Bianca slowly shut her eyes as the male placed the bowl at her feet sinking to the floor as well to kneel before her she could feel the warmth of his breath as it crashed against her belly his hand lightly taking her foot lifting it just enough to clean the bottom, repeating the same steps with the next. His cloth covered hand slowly traveled up her leg not missing one inch as it explored her not slowing its pace until it reached her thighs. He pulled away to rinse out the cloth she could hear the water as it dripped from it as he gave it a squeeze over the bowl before returning it back to her. Bianca parted her legs just enough to allow his hand between them tightening as a whimper forces itself from her making her body sway towards him, she places her right hand lightly on his shoulder to keep her balance. He took his time, being as gentle as possible making sure not to miss a thing before his left her body again. She had never felt anything like this before, she had never allowed a male to see her nude no one had even survived long enough around her to even touch her in the places her now cleaned.

Bianca growled softly as his hand returned yet again this time starting on her hip slowly moving across her belly up to her breasts, neck, face before he moved closer his arm reaching around her as his hand traveled down her back to her ass pausing for a moment to clean out the cloth before starting over again this time from the top working his way down. She knew now why he had the reaction he did in the cell, it felt so damn good.
Her arms rested at her sides as he stopped her body completely relaxed yet crying out for more. She needed this, her body craved his touch so badly now, her legs trembled lightly at the feel of his breath against her belly again. Bianca began to reach for him; she needed him to take care of this.

She felt her fingertips lightly brush against his hand but before she could take his hand fully in hers she vanished leaving all her belongings behind.
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PostSubject: Re: Well deserved rest.   Mon Jun 18, 2012 2:49 pm


Vy was uncertain of the sounds and looks she was giving him as he washed her. He understood the pleasures of being cleaned by another, but from a different view point. To him it was just pleasant, for her it had become far more. Far more than he understood, but he tried to keep this as pleasant as it seemed. Occasionally going as far as to use his hand instead of the rag as he lathered her up in places for more private than he should have used his hand to touch, and then he took far longer with the rag to wipe them clean than needed as well. But she seemed to crave this, silently seemed to be asking him for this so he obliged. He was not an idiot, he knew what this was doing, but he wasn’t going to blatantly touche, grope. Grab or tease. He was washing her. Currently nothing more.

After a time she was clean, but still leaning to him breathlessly. He knew any moment she was going to ask for more, going to ask for that he did not know if he could or would give her, even if ordered. It was FAR outside the rules a monk lived his life by, but was he that at all? Did it matter what rules he lived life by anymore? He was cast form the order. Perhaps he should accept his new station more positively, forget his old oaths and orders to experience this life further. This punishment was meant as a learning experience surely. He should give in fully to his new role, not cling to the rules of his last life.

He stood slowly before her again after finishing her feet. He knew what she was likely to ask for any second, and he was going to be his best. The rough calloused hands of a monk were not the skill soft hands of a lover, but if she ordered it he would obey, he would give as best as he able. His knowledge of anatomy was geared towards the bringing of pain and healing. But he knew a lot, surely bringing pleasure would come swiftly with her guidance.

She looked almost as if she was going to leave a kiss on his neck save for those soft budded fangs sneaking around the corners of her mouth as she leaned in to rest his weight on him. Her hand reached out and brushed his fingers. Guided him back to her flesh and against her smooth soft skin. He felt the warmth of her body for the briefest instant, the soft smoothness of her most intimate of places for a second, and he willing did exactly as she instructed. Moved to cup and tease and pleasure her.

Then nothing. He felt a twinged in the back of his mind. A soft thrumming vibration of warning from his armor. But as he opening his eyes and went to pull away reflexively she vanished before his gaze. His right hand flexed, and one silent word left his lips. Instantly his truest friend appeared from its solemn captivity and he looked around the room for what ever happened. Bianca was gone, not a single trace of her present at all. Not a scent or sight or sound. Someone had cast a spell on her and taken his mistress out of existence here. His hand flexed and his friend as banished again.

The monk sat on the ground and swiftly drew a glyph of divining on the floor out of the water and soap from the bucket. It told him of the spell used to take her, and roughly of her new location, ABOVE GROUND! Vy'sintyr grumbled but began packing things swiftly. It seemed she was some one or some things prisoner, he wasn’t sure as the magics being used blurred his vision of the scene above. Once the room was packed he tossed the water from the bucket on the fire, Hefted his mistress's pack on his shoulders and reached out to grab the names rodent she'd left behind.

“Come small one, Bianca lies elsewhere, and it seems our journey starts before anticipated.” the Ferret at first looked puzzled and stunned, but soon leapt up and climbed to rest on the shoulders of Vy's armor. Wither her pet, pack, and coin he sighed, then moved out towards the inn room door to make sure there was no debt to settle, and then to find his way form this wretched underground city of sin and blasphemy.






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