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No longer a promise of Spring

Posted in Uncategorized on March 24, 2012 by crow1971

Since Melchior made the desicion to go in disguise there was only one person that knew of it. Normally he wouldn’t ever take chances but for some reason he had hoped to keep his girl alive.  When word reaches him that the girl had spoken of her past and perhaps might have given small clues to who she was he feared some might guess as to who he is too.

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Melchior looked down on the slave sleeping. How beautiful she was and how often she had amused him with her stories, her wit. His eyes travel over her naked form while the light seemed to play tricks over it. The shadows almost like silk draped over her. How he had tried to reason with himself, tried to keep himself in the thought and mindset that she was able to adjust to the sudden changes he at times was forced to make. Her bright spirit more often than not had made him forget that he once took the dreaded black and denounce all of his life prior to his training. How he often longed to it while he had been awake and staring up into the dark sky. She was one of those stars, he figured.

Melchior softly caressed her soft skin, like a feather so light. She was so perfect and yet all that he had liked about her, could be his down fall too. A wrong word choosen could end up in her and his death. Her history so rich and filled with stories that it was torment to demand her silence over them. He felt the knot in his stumach when he even gave it thought. “How perfect you are.” he murmered while he kissed her cheek softly. “Perfect for any man but me.” he added softly.

Melchior tried to see other options and yet failed to see one that could keep her in the way she was. He could break her, but than again he would not own the perfection she was now. He turned seeing the silouhet of the reflection his dagger gave. It was as always placed near his pillow. He could draw it with the very ihn he felt there was need for it. It almost seemed to lure him, as if it already knew what he needed to do.

Melchior knew she slept and had cuddled close to him a few ahn earlier. Her warmth against him normally made him sleep but this time the grim thoughts didn’t seem to put down to sleep. Slowly he reached out to take the dagger. The reflection in the room sinister and dark. He took one of the sheets and placed it over her sleeping body. He couldn’t see her face, not while he would take the very thing he had enjoyed so much. If anyone knew of torture, he knew now. Doing something that held no outcome but loss.

Melchior than positions the dagger to that tender spot upon her body, that would make her death swift almost instant. Her brain instantly without oxigen and her heart no longer able to push her blood through her veins. He plungded it to her heart and twisted it ever quickly. The sheets instantly stain with her crimson blood. Her body contracted in that amazing will to live. He took the dagger from her chest, allowing the blood now gush out so it would drain her from all life.

Melchior didn’t feel pride, only that emptiness. That void which she had filled all the time. No longer had he a slave that could lighten his mood. A girl that served with a smile and laughter. He looked down on the now lifeless corpse of what once had been the shy girl that could lure candidates from the celibacy.  His safety had a price and with it the price was high. “Thank you my spring.” he murmers while he would take the body up his shoulder to go into the sewers to rid himself from it.

Melchior didn’t mind to have to clean the floor of her blood, it kept him occupied and perhaps from crying. His heart broken and with it he made again his vow. Never would he allow to get attached to a slave again. His hands raw of his labour being so thoroughly. Spring would remain in his memories treasured. “The Priest Kings might curse me now.” he muttered. Lifting himself up for a midnight walk. One of the killer he was. Alone with gold and steel and with the lack of the promise of Spring.

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Beating – Lights

Posted in Uncategorized on March 22, 2012 by crow1971

[09:29]  Melchior Wardell entered the tavern cleaning up his shirt. “Ah there you are.” he said to Creek “Come with me.” he tells him – giving no time really while he headed down stairs.

 

[09:30]  -Creek-: “Tal master,” as he followed him down the stairs to the store room.

 

[09:31]  Melchior Wardell didn’t wait, when the man came down the stairs his fist was raised and with it – it shot like a bolt from a bow – with deadly precision to the mans jaw. There was enough force in the blow – to knock a man unconcious. With it he felt himself ready – to see – if he managed to hit the man – and how it was taken. Ready as each muscle in his body was ready to counter what might be thrown at him.

 

[09:34]  -Creek- staggered back from the blow of the hit, but bounced back in a stance of defense with fist clutched and a leg ready to sweep at his new Master….but suddenly his find flashed to promise made to follow his new Master;s instructions and waited and moment before taking the much desired swing himself.

 

 [09:36]  Melchior Wardell didn’t allow the lad anything – at this point – it was only taking. Perhaps mocking him he grinned while he again took the stance to give him another good punch. This time he wouldn’t aim for the mans face but just below the ribs. HIs eyes seemed ot have darken with the hidious intentions he now held. With the punch he wouldn’t allow the lad out of his vision and with one motion he kicked him against his knee. The strength of the so called Tavernkeeper – was considerable. He practiced daily and knew how much depended on it. He was as sharp as a razor and would be ready if the lad would give up on his control and leap for him. All was about precision.

 

[09:40]  -Creek- as I stood posed to react if another blow came, I was in a rocking motion …..then the blow came swift and fast from the one who stood opposite him. . my knee hurling with pain as I was thrust back further.. but everything in me said get back up. Swearing under by breath I continued to keep control as the sweat rolled off my body, waiting to swing only if my entire being was in total danger of loss.

 

[09:43]  Melchior Wardell was unarmed and yet lethal. Each muscle that was in his body had suffered the torture of his mentors and with it the lad still had only met his beginning. “Get up!” he called out to him, again in a voice that challanged. He however didn’t give the lad much time to get in a better situation. The stairs behind him and the walls to the other side. The lad felt himself countered unless he would run up the stairs. Again he tried to hook him – again well aimed to the mans face. While his leg bend to have a good go at the mans groin. “You think this hard … get used to it since it gets worse.” he snapped at him. He would find his fist, whip or worse in the near future more than enough. “You can still walk out, maggot.” he said to him.

 

[09:48]  -Creek- blocked in by the stairs the next punch took more toll with no leave way to fall back… spitting blood from my both, I continued to swear harder under my breath…taking every ounce of will to restrain myself from my master’s blows of seemed will to abuse and punish. I continued as posed as possible and focused under the circumstances…staring at him and following his everymove, I answered , ” I can still walk out of her.”

 

[09:48]  -Creek-: mouth*)

 

[09:51]  Melchior Wardell now did something most Goreans would consider humiliating, a deathwish or the most grove insult. He spit to the man “You are nothing … not even some piece of dung I can use to lit a fire.” all this was part of the bigger sceme while he kept him well in eye. If the lad had any ounce of promise he would see it in these moments. No Assassin had worn his black easy and with it each lad would feel the cruelty of the training – the endurance of his physical and mental strength.

 

[09:56]  -Creek- feeling the spit in my face I quickly wiped in with hand noticing it mixed with the blood from my mouth. My restraint was wearing but my mind slung itself to the hazy mist of instructions given me some three nights ago just up those stairs. Although my eyes were opened I continued to try and close them mentally to the pain being inflicted and not react out of soul vengence upon the one who might one day be more than giving me a hired hand.

 

[09:58]  Melchior Wardell grabbed the bucket and took the cloth from his desk and threw it at him “Clean yourself up, worm.” he tells him. While he regarded him “Tell me lad … how do you feel now hmmm … ” the question seemed easy – but the intent of it was a devious one.

 

[10:04]  -Creek- took the cloth as I wiped the blood, sweat, and spit from my face allowing mist over my eyes to be cleared. Hearing the question asked me I fought back all kinds of words to describe my thoughts, but twisting my neck I put the question back on him, “you know how I feel” in a groan under my full voice. In an even lower growl, “humiliated I feel of course.”

 

[10:06]  Melchior Wardell grins and now narrowed his eyes “Oh you feel humiliated … consider how others will avoid your shadow.” he tells him. “You think this will be about glory … maggot … think again.” he now crossed his arms before him “You think this was unfair ?” he asks him – mockingly.

 

[10:08]  -Creek-: hearing his new master’s voice, I quickly replied, “it was not unfair my master, for I have no pride, no need of glory, my ego I have given up for naught,”

 

[10:09]  Melchior Wardell watched him “Tell me how you could have evade this ?” he asks “Considering that I took you by surprise.”

 

[10:20]  -Creek- hearing my master’s demand for an answer, and still caught off guard, I responded, “to be friends with no one….suspect everyone….prepare that all are my worst of enemies.”

 

[10:21]  Melchior Wardell nodded “Aye that seems indeed a good strategy.” he replied to him “Now Tell me … do you know the answer I was looking for several days back hmm ?” he asks him.

 

[10:24]  -Creek- his mind more clear than then and thoughts seemed to spill forth more easily, “I easily disconnect…if you died now I wouldn’t remember you tonight or care, I am a loner, I own nothing, and I only seek the gold and steel.” “If that is what you want I will take the step forward to no return of anything else.”

 

[10:25]  Melchior Wardell eyes the man sharply “I will give you a task. That task will last as long as I say it will. It needs focus, creativity, attention, anything even your bare first if need be.” he tells him “If you compleet it – your wait will be over and than the real hurt will begin.” he stated. “Ready for it ?” he asks.

 

[10:27]  -Creek-: “I have nothing else but to be ready,” I replied.

 

[10:28]  Melchior Wardell nodded “Listen since I won’t tell it a second time.” he started “All the lamps in the tavern need to remain lit. If one doesn’t burn … your life is paid for.” he started “The lights need attention so you need to ensure yourself they are fed. Next to it if someone dares to blow it out, your doomed. Get it ?” he asks.

 

[10:33]  -Creek-: “I get it my master,” I replied

 

[10:35]  Melchior Wardell nodded “Than see to it … since at this time one of the lights might already die … and with it you would have failed.” he tells him.

 

[10:36]  Melchior Wardell moved up stairs and noted the slave “Ah we have a volunteer.” he said sarcasticly “Get on your knees slave … who owns your sorry ass.”

 

[10:37]  Calgacus  took one last look around, still thre was no msign of anyone, and he finally took a decision – he would sit in the corner… and wait until …. he stopped as someone appeared out of nowhere. “Greetings…. Master” it seemed it took a while for the second word to pass his lips, and eben longer for his joints to go into operation. He turned, before he kneeled

 

[10:37] Spring shook her head and confessed “Master..a beast knows no other way to respond..but as she did”she winced but tried to smile thru it..as she looked to him,her eyes no longer resembling a summer storm but the clear blue skies.Shewas not being resistant nor disobedient..she truly kknew o other way to replay to his question asked,now or in the future, “a girl begs for your favor and forgiveness Master”

 

[10:38]  Melchior Wardell eyes were as daggers upon the slave “I didn’t hear who owns you, slave ?”he asks again – and with it his voice held urgency – he wouldn’t ask again.

 

[10:40]  Dorian Tindale nods, and draws his clothes to him, starting with his shirt for now, “Very well. I find no fault in you for your answers, girl.” He leaves it at that, drawing his clothes on, “You may return to your duties.” He is not upset with her, just sated and a little daft from the seed he’s spilled today.

 

[10:40]  Calgacus  realised he had been asked a question. “The scribe owns me Master” his face was blank, no one would know how he felt saying those words – owned by a woman, by the Priest Kings! – “The scribe Elpi, she is a ward of the House of …. “ he had forgotten what house she was a ward of

 

[10:40]  -Creek-: after following his Master quickly up the stairs he quickly begins to check all the lights to feed them, guarding them with his life, know that one remains in the alcoves that he cannot see, as he is willing to expose all that is there to see that light at all cost

 

[10:41] Spring nodded and with extreme effort and pain..blood staining her thighs and her ribs in great pain..she kissed upon his feet and eased from the alcove..and knelt outside of it..trying not to succumb to the painand exhaustion

 

[10:41]  Melchior Wardell looks at him “I see and you came here snooping didn’t you ?” he held pause “But I tell you what.” he continues “If you manage to get one of these lights out …. I will let you of the hook and not whip you for it.” he glanced to Creek to see how he would respond to it.

 

[10:43]  -Creek-: quickly hearing the challenge to the slave I rushed in behind him as his life was nothing to me, but he would not own my life I swear it.

 

[10:44] Spring saw her Master,busy withthat slave from earlier..she heard the commands and words spoken..she pressed her swollen lips together and eased herself carefully down the ladder..

 

[10:45]  Dorian Tindale gets dressed and catches up with spring, “A moment, girl..” he reaches into his pouch and withdraws a few more copper, “Here… open your mouth so you may take these to your owner. You did well.. it should be shown.”

 

[10:46] Spring looked up to the man and did as commanded..she lay her tongue out flt for the coins to be placed on it..and made a face of disgust before clearing her visage o of that expression…worse things had been put in her maw then coin..she looked to him..unable to speak…and shot a glance towards her Master

 

[10:47]  Calgacus: Hydraconis” he had remembered “a ward of the House of Hydraconis” and put that in your paga bowl and drink it, you low caste nobody, he looked down as this thought passed through his mind, hiding his face, looking up on hearing the accusation. He had plenty of those recently. “Snooping, Master? Oh no” he looked up and did his honest merchant arbitrator and councellor look – one that had served him well as a free man – “my Mistress told me to familiarise myself with the city, and give assistance where I could”. Surreptitiously he wiped the sticky paga finger on his tunic

 

[10:47]  Dorian Tindale deposits the coins on her tongue, then winks at her. He leaves the men alone, they seem busy. Adjusting his clothing a bit and running fingers through his hair, he heads out to see what else the city has to offer.

 

[10:49]  -Creek- hearing the slave he reminded him, “they stay lit slave.” “they never go out”

 

[10:49]  Melchior Wardell had of course heard every word, but it didn’t bother him much next to it he didn’t seem very impressed with the excuse. “As I said if you manage to put one light out in this tavern I will not whip you.” he tells him, now he faced Creek “I hope that you know what to do with that challange don’t you. But remember … you do not own to compensate his owner.” that should be enough for Creek to know that killing the slave would be a little over the edge.

 

[10:50]  Calgacus  looked around at the lights, and shrugged, what had he said, turn one out? Then his eyes narrowed. A task so easy… could not be so easy. He looked at the other man who appeared a little agitated.

 

[10:51]  -Creek- grabbing the slave and binding he feet and wrist behind him, he lifts him up forcing him toward the door and into the street.

 

[10:52]  Melchior Wardell: ((that won’t do creek))

 

[10:52] Spring spit out the coin into her hand after he departed..”disgusting’ she murmured to herself..she could hardly move now..sweat and blood on her..her breath came in short bursts..she dragged herself upwards and made her miserable way to her Master..she knelt demurely and wiped the coins with a rag close by before holding them up silently..blood on her face and legs..her skin motteled and flushed..she stunk and felt ashamed ..she stayed far enough away from the men..should a fight break out she had no desire to be trampled

 

[10:54]  -Creek- continued to look toward the slave as he knelt, blocking he ability to move forward….seeking to pin him in at a place where he could not access a light to extinguish it…..all the time watching and reading his next move as to what he would try.

 

[10:56]  Calgacus  noted the man’s movement, and frowned then nodded to himself as he got it, the tavern owner liked games. He played for tim, waiting to time his movement “Put out a light, Master, that sounds a straightforward task.” He looked at the lights, judging the one above and to his right could be reached in one leap.

 

[10:58]  Melchior Wardell nodded “Aye one is enough. If you manage more try … ” he jested turning to his girl while he of course would observe the lad. He himself in range of another light when he moved to his girl. A devious grin upon his features.

 

[10:59]  -Creek- pushing the slave out of the sand pit and onto the floor….I threw a swift kick to his knee as he staggered backwards seeing to insure his ability to leap or jump was compromised.

 

[11:00]  Melchior Wardell: ((always attempt – try not to godmod Creek ))

 

[11:02] Spring was newly frightened when she peeked up and saw the expression on her Master,she tried to control her breathing ,to cause her less pain..and too..to try to calm her nerves..she ached and her cunt and nether bud bled stil staining her further…she trembeled and spoke in a hoarse whisper”The man was pleased my Master”

 

[11:03]  Calgacus  staggered backwards, onto the wooden planking, and noting the man who had kicked him had his feet in the yielding sand, and would not be able to move quickly, took the opportunity to run on the firm boarding around the sand pit and towards the light near the counter. He made the leap, a mental picture in his head of grabbing the light and using it to swing, possibly an “accident” might follow if his swing accidentally took him into the path of the man who was cast as “keeper of the lights” in this game he had been forced to take part in. The plan in his mental picture was good, and strong, if he made it to the light before the man mired in the sand pit.

 

[11:06]  Melchior Wardell watched the interactions, seeing if the lad had enough creativity to resolve the problem he had made him face. He posed himself against the wall while he looked briefly over his own girl.

 

[11:07]  -Creek-: lurching quickly toward the slaves move I attempted to block is ever move toward the closeness of a light if he made it he would align himself to attempt another kick toward the other knee…..getting close enough to try with a good line of sight I aimed my leg to kick at his other knee…..the kick made contact…but the damage unknown.

 

[11:10] Spring stayed as still as she could,the coin presented in an open palm.The man had paid four coppers before using the alcove and in her hand laid spread three more…her body throbbed as did the blood rushing in her ears…she tried to think of ways she might have been displeasing..she was damaged tho..and knew it..she stayed there…the skirmish going on between Creek and the slave not going unnoticed..she sjust stayed there..frightened and hurt and bleeding

 

[11:12]  Melchior Wardell took the coins and snapped his fingers “Nadu.” he tells his girl – without compassion to her status. She was only a slave and seemingly used well.

 

[11:15] Spring did as commanded with some effort..and when he took the coin her plams lay in her lap..she dared not look to him nor the men..keeping her eys downcast

 

[11:17]  Calgacus  soared majestically through the air like a tarn in an updraft of warm air, nothing could prevent his successful swinging on the lamp, it seemed. “Oof” he grunted as the man caught him on the knee. His leap had already been made, but the kick altered his trajectory and hands intended to grip the rim of the lamp firmly just brushed it with his finger tips, sending the light rocking backwards and forwards wildly, spraying oil or hot wax on all those near it.

 

[11:23]  -Creek- with my head turned and focused on the slave I quickly reached with the arm closest to the lamp to try and steady it a little…….as my other arm stiffened out to try and ward off any other leaps. Turning quickly my kneed jabbed int the direction of the slave’s balls, if a direct jab, the force was hard enough to bring him to his knees for hours…..looking to see the reaction if it made it.

 

[11:34]  Calgacus  looked up as he hit the ground and His face showed amazement as the man managed to steadfy the light and kick him in the balls in one fell movement. “Urrrgghhh “ he moaned, as he doubled up, “truly you are an athlete, sir.. master… sir…….” It seemed his interest in light extinguishing had only been a passing fancy, after all, as he writhed on the floor.

 

[11:37]  -Creek- watching the slave on the floor writhing around, I turned and walked back toward my master without a word.

 

[11:37] Spring looked to her Master and asked “might a gir beg to go bathe please ,my Master?” she could smell herself and needed to clean

 

[11:38]  Calgacus: ypou can bathe… my … balls… girl” he moaned

 

[11:38]  Melchior Wardell turns to his girl “Aye and show Creek the baths too – he can use them too.” he turned to Creek – “You can go but at your return the tasks stands.” with that he moved to the slave.

 

[11:39]  -Creek-: nodding, “yes my master.”

 

[11:39] Spring squinted at Calacus and made a face of a derisive nature to him…she looked down again and nodded “yes thank you my Master” and rose with effort and stood before Creek”this way if it pleases you,Master?”

 

[11:40]  Calgacus: Urrgghh” he said to the tavern owner

 

[11:40]  Melchior Wardell chuckled “I have to say you gave a good effort.” he tells the slave “For it I will not whip you … can you walk ?” he asks giving him a hand to stand if he would take it.

 

[11:41]  -Creek-: moving toward the slave, “the bathes.”

 

[11:41] Spring nodded and with her best effort and self discipline..she led him towards the baths

 

[11:42]  Calgacus: I think I need your girl to put some ointment on me, Master” he noted the man’s comments, and wiped some solidifying waX or oil from his face “My mistress will be wanting me, master” jhe added hopefully

 

[11:43]  Calgacus  tried to mstand, and groaned again but managed to get up

 

[11:44]  Melchior Wardell chuckles “Oh I am sure she needs you … But than again you hid in the one place she can not find you.” he dipped his head to the door “I believe you were …. treated accordingly to your tresspassing. I can only imagine that you will tell her why you walk the way you do because of it – don’t you ?”

 

[11:47]  Calgacus  took that as invitation to go, the whipping could always be reintroduced into the plans for the day, he know that. “I was obeying my Mistresses commands to acquaint myself with my surroundings Master” he heded for the doorway all the same, ready to sprint if need be, though his limp suggested he might not be the best of sprinters for a hand or two yet

 

[11:48]  Melchior Wardell grinned and watched him leave – taking his own break for the moment. Business had been good but tiresome.

 

[11:49]  Calgacus  slipped out, he might not be rushing back there any time soon, paga or no paga

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Snakes

Posted in Disguised on March 22, 2012 by crow1971
[2012/03/21 11:58] Melchior thought to recognize the woman only by pose and the choice of dress, something about it had him back in Port Cos. “Well well if it isn’t lady Sage Koskinen.” he said with a slight grin.

[2012/03/21 12:00] Sage glanced at him and looked rather surprised. “Do I know you?”, she spoke with a certain distance to it. She had met some strange men in her life, but this one.. there was something to him, yet she didnt recognise him. Her eyes wandered over him, he wouldnt be able to see her facial expression anyway.

[2012/03/21 12:02] Melchior chuckles darkly when she replied “Should I be offended not to be recognized by my own family.” he replied with a hint of sarcasm. “Not that I can say I am very pleased with my father … still … the fact he has not told you about me … I am hurt.” he feigned to be struck in the heart.

[2012/03/21 12:04] Sage : Alright, this broke her brain a little. “Family, your father”. What the hell. The sarcasm didnt escape her and only made her more wary. Her mind raced into all kind of directions while she tried to find features that would clear things up. Brazenly she stepped forward, pretty much invading his personal space, but she was good at that and narrowed her eyes. “Well do enlighten me then?”

[2012/03/21 12:06] Melchior was very much aware of his personal space and with it he gripped her by her wrist if he was able. “Oh I am sure you know him very well. I even guess that your dress how expensive it might be. Is paid for by him. Severus … I am sure you know the man.” he whispered to her ear “I am told I got much of his genes .. so better watch it woman … ” he slithered his whispers to her ears.

[2012/03/21 12:16] Sage : Of course he was able to grab her by the wrist and she didnt even attempt to get away from him. The distance suited her just fine, so did the public place they were in. “I do huh”, one brow raised at the comment upon her dress and momentarily a faltering of her breath. It was so short he might not even have noticed .”Well well well, so the serpent grew a second head. How charming” Sarcasm was dripping in response to his whispering. An indignant little grin was given at the comment of his genes. “I come from the same fucked up family as you do, what makes you think Im not every bit of a koskinen as you are.. so what does that make you?.. my little cousin?” The affected tone of voice portrayed all her arrogance. “Dear uncle Severus hasnt paid my dress if that is what you think. I have my own little enterprises”

[2012/03/21 12:19] Melchior pulled her closer and his grip was more forceful. Nothing escaped him, simply because he was a killer and perhaps gifted with the genes he had spoken off. “I would watch your tongue woman. It wouldn’t be a first that a Koskinen would turn a woman to her knees simply to teach her a lesson.” it seemed he wasn’t quite in the mindset as she when it came to family. “Do you now … from what I have learned you were broke and without any means when you searched for him in Laura.” he chuckles “Much must have happened since than … hmmm ….”he suggested perhaps a lot – but left most unsaid.

[2012/03/21 12:26] Sage : Oh yes, a lot had happened since then. Aside of the misery on mutliple levels, both under guardianship of Severus and the time after that, it had only been relatively recently she had managed to pull her life back together again. She took in a deep breath, held her head up high nor did she avert her eyes. “Would you do that, turn me on my knees, your very own cousin, companion to the Chief Physician. Mm?” She shook her head and ran her tongue over her bottom lip while her mind worked over time. “Much has happened indeed”. Sage’s cunning and manipulative dealngs in Port Cos had gained her quite a bit. “I actually received quite an interesting inheritance. What about you?.. did you get something too?”, she grinned. And not only that she was even blackmailing her own companion. “I think you underestimate me, my dear cousin”.

[2012/03/21 12:29] Melchior arched a brow at the companion “Really … I didn’t think he fancied women.” he said and his voice dripped of venom “Perhaps for the best, for he might just do with you … as the frigid women you pose to be. How excellent we are gifted with portraying something we are not.” he again chuckled “I am not known to underestimate anyone, cousin. Far from it to be honest. But I know a snake if I see one.”

[2012/03/21 12:36] Sage : She rolled her eyes as if she didnt know, it was exactly the reason why she was blackmailing Micah. She felt more than betrayed and had decided to have a little affair of her own with the Perfumer. Quite a pleasant man. “Ah well, guess you just need to know what buttons to push when it comes to companions who seem to have a preference for other men. Not everything is what it seems to be.” She laughed at his comment on being a frigid woman, or rather not. “Whats to gain on being frigid, you tell me that? I am not pretending that I am one, sue me”, She winked and gave him a smile for a change. Not that he could do anything about it. She was walking a fine line here, but actually enjoying herself. “Well that makes two of us then, snakes all over the place it seems. Yeah wow, he has a son”, she laughed out loud now. “A damned son, you have got to be kidding me”

[2012/03/21 12:40] Melchior chuckled – but there was some deviousness to it “Yes a son and please don’t ever think that the woman Jessy had anything to do with it.” he still had some pride left. “But prey – tell me – how you got away from my fathers web, hmmm … He never struck me as the type that would simply let his eyes or observations slib clearly not with women. Often they are impredictable and hardly consistent.” he couldn’t see her wink – or simply ignored it. “I guess men of his caste do such without the fanfare hmm … so where is the one that is watching you hmmmm ?” he asks – keeping his disguise in full. It was why he was so damned honest now. The truth of his name and origin was one that might be somewhere on paper and claiming it now would be best to even take this – little incident – with it.

[2012/03/21 12:46] Sage : Actually the comment about Jessy amused her to no end. God, how much she had hated the woman. “Well thank the Priest Kings she is not your mother, that would have been a total disaster. Actually you just scored some brownie points on that one” .. she needed a moment to get her wit back under control and locked her eyes with his. “Your father’s web, maybe he is slacking?” she canted her head. “Old age?” Her head straight again. “Or maybe I was cunning enough to escape his attention. Well only briefly I guess given the fact I so pleasantly just walked into his son. Do you tattle a lot? Or is there a price for you to keep your mouth shut?”. She turned as dark and devious as he just did. Of course she didnt know who she had in front of her. “I have no clue where he is, and I like to keep it that way.

[2012/03/21 12:50] Melchior again pulled her to him – she would feel his strength “oh don’t play to coy, cousin. I am not in his web and truth to be told I am as surprised to see any relatives here. I kinda liked to have none around.” he glanced about himself – keeping his disguise so full – as if he suspected any there to spy on her “Who is underestimating who again hmmm …. ” he said to the comments about his father. “He denounced all attachments I consider myself one of those … but for some reason he had this thing with women … I doubt he truly let his fangs out of you.” he chuckles and now released her – perhaps even discarding her as if she meant nothing “As to my silence … I can’t exactly brag about a father that was removed all ties and became one of those dreaded Assassins.” oh – hell – he could lie – deceive – and even make it believable too.

[2012/03/21 12:56] Sage : There was a reason to the fact she had made her way out of Port Cos, it wasnt just her companionship. Actually that had come at a rather convenient regardless of how twisted the relationship between her and Micah was. There were others involved, others who knew far too much and things just simply had become way too heated to stay there. She had hoped to disappear in a big city like Ar, but it was just her luck to walk into Melchior. She felt his warmth radiating upon her, trembled out of annoyance, pent up anger. “His poisonous fangs will be pulled out some day, and when it happens Ill be standing there to cheer”. She too had been urged to keep her mouth shut, being threatened by having her tongue cut out, but that now was exactly the very problem. Despite all her manipulative traits, the lying and deceiving..something that apparently ran in the family, she had somehow managed to get herself up to her neck into trouble.

[2012/03/21 12:59] Melchior chuckles crossing his arms before him “Cheering … for some reason that doesn’t quite sound as fitting.” he replied with some humour. “Does he know you are here, cousin … or is it … a place to hide hmm ?” he asks – showing curiosity while he in fact didn’t really get cold or warm by whatever she would answer.

[2012/03/21 13:02] Sage : “well obviously not, like I said, id like to keep it that way” Her eyes bored into him, a threat there. “I dont care what you think or do, other than that I expect you to keep your mouth shut. I like to keep his fangs out of me for while. Don think you can toy with me that easily”

[2012/03/21 13:03] Melchior laughs now “Who is the one that has some … how shall we call them … demands as to what I should or shouldn’t do. I don’t see you holding a leash … ” he replied “What makes you think you can demand anything from me … Cousin ?” he asks clearly amused.

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Who lies best

Posted in Black Caste, Disguised on March 22, 2012 by crow1971

07:27] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell moved closer to the girls “Who are you both and more importantly who owns you ?” he asks.

[07:28] Topaz: “Greetings Master” she lowers her eyes, keeping her back straight and legs slightly opened.

[07:28] Topaz: “topaz is the property of Lady Ambra, Master” she answers swiftly.

[07:28] flame: yes Master, as am I

[07:29] TopazTopaz looks at the girl with confusion “you are?” she whispers and then turns back to face the Master.

[07:29] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell hears the name and doesn’t seem to acknowledge it “It seems you both come in this tavern … without your owner. Why is that ?”

[07:29] flame: our Mistress wishes for some mead to be brought to her Master

[07:29] flame: she will pay you later she said

[07:30] TopazTopaz feels her heart beat quicker with worry “topaz begs pardon.” she looks to the girl in complete confusion .”Master, topaz came to show this slave where the tavern was. topaz begs pardon and punishment if she should not have entered the tavern. ”

[07:30] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell had seen the interaction between the two girls and for some reason it angered him. He wasn’t a man that wished to be lied too, even if it had been the truth, he was now suspicious. He moved closer and would reach with each hand to the girls hair and would try to grip it firmly. Unabling them to run from him – if he managed.

[07:31] flameflame grits her teeth as he pulls at her hair, keeping her mouth quieted for once

[07:32] Topaz: “Master,” she points to flame and winces as he grabs her hair “master, this other slave is of the kennels opposite the physicians.” she blurts out, not wanting to get into trouble that she has not made for herself.

[07:32] flameflame growls at the girl, her eyes flashing in anger

[07:34] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell released Topaz and tells her “Stay.” while he now turns to the other slave He pulls her up and his other hand would try to grab her at her throat. His grip as this iron clasp arond it. It could feel very uncomfortalbe but with the little of resistance he would make it worse. He was – a disguised killer – and with it knew the art of were to press to have her windpipe cracked under little pressure. “The tavern is no place for slaves that aren’t part of it … if I ever see you again – I will whip you both senseless or worse – is that clear ?”

[07:36] flameflame chokes, gasping for breath as she nods her head in agreement “forgiveness Master” i seem to eke out of my mouth

[07:36] TopazTopaz hears the girl growl and for an ehn feels bad, but then remembers that a kajira can be killed for lying. She swallows hard relieved that the Master had released her hair. “yes Master, topaz begs forgiveness Master and will not enter again, Master”

[07:37] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell lets go of her hair and the smack to her face was given with enough force to have it sting there for the rest of the day. “That is no way to speak to me when you have done so wrong.” he snapped at her “You lied, that is worse than what she has done.” he looks down on Topaz “Do you know the slaver that owns this excuse of a slave ?” he didn’t ask anything to Flame – not believing her for anything at the present.

[07:38] Melchior Wardell: ((my hand is still at your throat ))

[07:40] Topaz: she looks up at the slave with a little sadness. Then /me lowers her head but speaks clearly, she tries to put to the back of her head what she heard yesterday but speaks what she knows “Master, topaz begs pardon, she does not know who her Master is.. topaz over heard a conversation, Master, that topaz is not sure made sense. topaz heard this slave and another talking about hiding in the kennels, Master”

[07:41] flameflame chokes, tears rolling down her cheeks as her body starts shaking from fear, confused and dizzy, praying she doesn’t pass out

[07:42] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded to Topaz as it might explain the lack of a collar. He turns to flame and ripped the silks from her. There was no compassion for her when he narrowed his eyes to her “Who owns you beast – and let me be very specific – if you lie I will cut your tongue and feed your body to the sleens.”

[07:44] flame: closes her eyes tightly as she feels her silks being ripped off , as i choke out the answer he seeks “Master, my Master set all of his kajirae free as he despised all women, his tastes ran to his kajiru, and we scattered, all different ways, but first he removed our collars, probably so we would be easily captured, and i have been wandering trying to stay alive all this time Master, and i hid in the kennels lasst eve, and rested..it is my story and a true one Master”

[07:46] TopazTopaz keeps her eyes lowered, feeling only relief that she had said all she knew to be true. But she remains quiet, still nervous that she might be implicated in this mess in some way.

[07:47] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell turns to Topaz “Get that bucket behind the counter and fill it with cold water, slave.” he than turns to Flame and his eyes pierce through her as if he could read any lie if it was presented to him. His hand on her throat had remained while the other now gripped her hair again to pull it backwards. Her body would feel the strength of his own as it rested against him. He ensured that she could hit him in his more delicate parts. “Who … I ask a name you stupid slut.” he snapped to her and his voice held urgency as if he was loosing patience quickly.

[07:48] Topaz: “yes master” she leeps to her feet and hurries to do his bidding.

[07:48] flame: My master, he was called vino, this is all i know of him Master, it is the truth!”

[07:50] TopazTopaz pumps the cold water into the bucket, wondering what he will do with it. the water spalshes in her haste, and she snatches a rep cloth to mop up the splashes from the floor. Her hand shakes as she hopes to mop all the water puddles she spilt. she grunts as she lifts the bucket and makes her way back slowly.

[07:51] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell didn’t believe her and it showed. The fact she had lied first – didn’t sit well with him. He slapped her face again, his strength well controlled so it wouldn’t have her pass out. “Throw it over her slave.” he tells Topaz when she returns holding the slave a little from his so he wouldn’t get soaking wet himself.

[07:52] flameflame cries out from the pain again, feeling her face swell, “please Master, i am telling the truth!!!”

[07:52] Topaz: “Yes Master” she holds teh base of the bucket and swings it so that the water splashes coldly and forcefully against the naked slave.

[07:53] flameflame shreaks feeling the icy water on her body, her eyes wide in fear as she shivers uncontrollably

[07:53] Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen look down as some water splashes his feets but didin’t cared that much as he looked up to Melchior. waiting to see what was happening.

[07:54] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell again slapped the girl roughly across her face. The water spilled over her body while he now took a good grip on her hair and released her throat. He noted Drake “Tal there.” he offers to him – still welcoming – eventhough he was dealing with the slave that told him lies. “Know this one ?” he asks him.

[07:54] TopazTopaz notes her Mistress’ companion enter, but being in the service of another Free she does not greet him. she looks up quickly and hopes the Master’s feet have not been too soaked.

[07:55] flame: her face slammed again , she sees stars, knowing today she will take her last breath, but holds on as she feels blood from her nose spill to her breast

[07:56] Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen looked at the slave he was holding by the hair as he couldn’t tell much things from behind, “Tal Melchior.” walking around the place slightly as the water dried quickly on his feets, as he was weaking sandals so water was only a small consern. “First time i see this one.” he awnsered as he was standing next to the man.

[07:57] TopazTopaz kneels with the bucket between her knees, she keeps her eyes down, hearing the slapping of flesh against flesh and winces for the kajira.

[07:58] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded to him “She lied – tried to get that girl in even more trouble. Telling me that her Mistress wished mead. You can only imagine what I think of women that take such beverages.” he held her still secure unbothered by the blood or her pleas. “She isn’t mine nor do I desire such a deceiving one. Since she isn’t wearing a collar I can’t find out who owns her. Is there a place where she can be on display and be disciplined for her disobeidence ?”

[08:01] Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen think for a moment about the different places areound Ar where he could effectively do this. the auction quater? wouldn’t work unless he was using the stackes by the prison where he had used them to punish another slave earlier. “By the Prison are two trident stackes you could close her in. They are also watched in permanence by a Taurentian at this moment as we have a guest in our cells.”

[08:02] TopazTopaz quickly glances up at the kajira, then down again at the floor boards, soaking wet.

[08:03] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nods “Excellent – I will take her there.” he answers “The other is owned by your companion if memory serves me well. I hope you can explain to her that she isn’t allowed in the tavern – for next time I will not be as pleasent to her either.” he tells drake. While his other hand reached for a long cord from his belt. That he tangled around Flames throat. So he could leash her.

[08:04] TopazTopaz looks up at the Inn-Keeper at his warning and is grateful she has been given one. “Thank you Master” she whispers and then lowers her head again.

[08:04] flame: her eyes, sad look down on topaz and i mouth ‘i am sorry’

[08:05] Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen nodded as he looked down upon Topaz, his hand slowly moving toward his face then the sign that was place on the wall by Melchior himself. Letting out a sigh as he moved a finger down to his boots on his left. Have had a bunch of disobeing slaves today that it seemed started to have even more.

[08:06] TopazTopaz sees the kajira mouthing her ‘sorry’ and she feels a smarting in her eyes as tears well, she looks back at her and mouths “i amsorry too, i cannot lie”

[08:06] TopazTopaz moves to the Masters’ boot.

[08:06] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell dipped his head to Drake “If you excuse me … I will take care of this one. Can you make it public that this slave is unaccounted for ?” he asks drake while he would lead Flame with him – yanking the cord for her to give more thought if she tried something stupid.

[08:07] Drake Malsharen: I will get to it. -watching Melchior leave as he stayed some moment with topaz to know why she was there.

[08:09] flame: eyes widen “Noooo i beggg Master!!”

[08:09] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell wasn’t easy with her and puched her into the block, moving the beams to secure her neck into it.

[08:10] flameflame struggles but she is locked tight

[08:11] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell ensured it was secured and locked and than moved before her. She was helpless and with it – it stirred something in him. He moved behind her unbelting his pants while his cock seemed to jump out of his breeches. He gripped her hair again as if with it he could have a certain control if she tried to move her ass in a way he didn’t desire. “You will scream for mercy slave … beg that I will be done with you quick.

[08:12] flame: “Master..Master!!! i beg you don’t hurt me more..I AM BEGGING YOU MASTER!!”

[08:14] flame: *mercy mercy* i keep saying to myself softly

[08:15] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell placed his full errected peen before her asscheeks. He gave it a good spit and rubbed his saliva over his erection. His other hand slapped her soft flesh harshly before he would position his cock to her cunt. With one brutal thrust he pushed himself into her fully. He was violent and brutal – and her cries only enticed him more.

[08:16] flame: screaming from the hurtful assault, she dared not move, letting him take full control of her body, knowing it would be worse if she struggled, crying, knowing she deserved much worse punishment

[08:19] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell gripped her hair thighter and pulled on it while he moved his cock back and again slammed into her. He growls while he thrust more violent than before – wishing to release himself quick while he assaulted her body with slapping it as if he wished her to scream more. The fact she was helpful an amazing aphrodisiac.

[08:19] Melchior Wardell: *helpless – duh !

[08:20] flame: trying hard not to scream, biting down on her lip til it bleeds, but she couldn’t help it and let out a deafening scream from the pain, from the humilation…NOOOOO MOREEEEE PLEASEEEEEEEE…i can’t take it!!!!! as i cry out, starting to struggle against him, away from him as best she could STOP!!!!!!I BEGGGGG

[08:24] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus did as she always did. She took the walking stick she didn’t really need and used it to flush the papers and scrolls from her desk in a single swish of it. It was clean now ready to begin the day. Today, she made the motion with particular verocity. The building’s walls were thick, but the door was open, and she could hear some screaming coming probably from the jail. She glowered. Where yesterday she had been sad that the door was to be sealed shut with pitch, today she would have welcomed it. She covered her ears with her gloved hands. “la la la la la la” she made noises trying to make them louder in her head than the noises she heard.

[08:25] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell laughs and the sound was as evil and devious as his intentions. “You can take it !!” he snapped to her and gave a final assault into her flesh. His hand slapped her ass brutal leaving a print on it as if he just made a mark “Next time you will think twice – you filthy slut.” he hissed to her while precum worked as this lubricant for his final push into her and made him spill his sperm into her.

[08:27] flameflame gasps, her ass and hole stinging from the assault, but feels him cumming in her, thankful the assault is almost over…he face flooding with tears, swollen from his beating, her ass throbbing , with no way to rub it ‘OH GOSH’ i scream out ‘WHAT WILL BECOME OF ME!!” hysterics shake me to the core as full realization hits me on my perdicament

[08:29] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus could hear the woman clearly screaming. Julia blushed, hoping with all her heart that it was not a free woman being punished so. If it was a beast, it would be inconsequential of course. She rose, paced, sat back down. She muttered something about it being a curse of the Priest Kings that they had built the jail so close to the Central Cylinder.

[08:29] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell groans while he had to regain his breathing and strength – only realising once more that a killer as himself should think twice of doing this. It made a man weak when he released himself. He pulls out of her and moved to her face to take a fist full of hair to clean his member. He than pulled her face up by gripping her chin “Oh you better brace yourself – slut – I doubt I will be the only one – let alone what slaves will do to act out their frustrations on your sorry ass.” he hissed as this snake that at any time could snap back and fill her with venom.

[08:31] flameflame hears his words, a visual imagining all that he said to be true “Please Master, let me work in the tavern and I will prove myself worthy as your slave, i beg you..I BEG YOU DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!!”

[08:33] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell pushed his member back in his pants and shook his head “You start to beg now ? A little late isn’t it.” he said and again his voice was all the worse if it came to how he felt about the slut he faced “You lied to me – that should be the last thing slave – You tell that to anyone that comes and asks you for why you are here.” he hissed low as if the snake now slithered around her neck to strangle the life out of her.

[08:34] flame: “Yes, Master” she answers , resigned to her fate, ready to faint, wishing to faint even “I will tell all what a liar i am and pray that someone takes me out of my misery and kills me!”

[08:34] flame: ‘i am not worthy to live”..i say softly

[08:35] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus heard the cries that seemed to go on and on. She could not concentrate on her paperwork. Finally with a soft grunt, she rose from her chair and went to investigate.

[08:38] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell laughs now – almost demonic “You aren’t worth the trouble slut – You think I would stain my dagger to your throat.” he shook his head “No … you will suffer the consequences and let us hope an owner shows up for your fate might be sleenfood.” he than turned seeing the scribe and composed to a more – ellegant pose “Ah … Tal lady, forgive me I didn’t see you there.” he appoligized as the low caste he was.

[08:39] flame: gasps as she hears his mean evil words, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks

[08:41] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus Julia stood a moment, trying to assess the situation. She saw the man first, then the slave in the stocks. It was evident she had been used by the sheen on her body. She took a delicate step back. She only addressed Melchior. “Tal Sir. There is nothing to forgive.” She paused her eyes narrowing at the girl then looking back to Melchior. “I heard the noises. Is that a slave you are punishing or a free woman.” Julia had to know, to set her heart at ease. ”

[08:43] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell followed her look but settles his attention to Julia “In truth she posed to be a slave but without a collar. I have to be honest here. I am uncertain if it makes her a free that was without clothes or a slave without a collar.” he admitted. “Either way she was in my tavern … so I think the latter would be the case … she lied to me … even accusing a free of sending her there to get the woman some mead.”

[08:45] flame: hearing his words she cannot believe her own mouth and lies, what was she thinking to say such to him,…she weeps harder as he explains what happened, so humiliated, hating herself for her big lying mouth, and worse, she never lies, i just don’t know what got over me.and i shreak at the craziness of it all

[08:46] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus waited for the woman in the stocks to speak. But Julia was thinking, if she lied once, she would always lie. “She should be branded a liar then.” Julia said these words as if she was describing a shopping list. “I am Julia Domna, House of Probus. Scribe and Secretary to our beloved Ubar.” She sneered under her veil then at the woman’s snivelings. “Quiet there before you feel my walking stick across your skin.” She looked back calmy to Melchior. “I am not criticizing you Sir. You have complete rights to do with her as you wish. May it be painful, a lesson to everyone that the truth needs to be told.”

[08:48] flameflame shouts out “but i beg to show you that i am a good girl Master!!”

[08:48] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell shrugged a little “The slave might be owned, I can’t trust her word only go by what I noted.” he replied “I put her here with knowledge of one of the man Drake. I have asked him to make it know so others might see if she is a runnaway or a slave they are missing. If you wish her branded – you will not hear me object. In truth if something sets me off it is those that are untruthful.” wow …. he even believed it himself – while all this time – he was the artist when it came to it.

[08:52] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus tapped her walking stick to the ground. “She calls you Master, so that in itself declares she is not free, at least from this moment on. Who owns her will be determined if you keep her and none show to claim her.” She paused. “I would wait to see if anyone steps forth, before she is branded, else you end up having to pay the owner for lessening her value. Who would wish to own such a beast, marked that way?” She took a few steps away. “But if you would mark her now, I am sure none would complain.” She took a long look at the girl, “Of course you could always cut her tongue out.”

[08:53] flameflame frowns hearing the Mistress speak of her, cut my tongue out she says?? i am doomed i think as i move my lower body, feeling the drip of his seed run down my leg, trying to rub them together to smear it

[08:53] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell considered the options “I do not wish to own such a beast.” he stated firmly – and it was true “One that lies – isn’t one I wish to have in my business. I am an honest man – trying to make a decent living.” really this was getting hilarious – if any knew about his blunt lies – he would shame himself because of them.

[08:55] flame: she moans listening to one which i know to be a liar just by the sound of his voice, he should talk i think, i would run circles around him and his lies..i only wish i could scream that out but he would surely cut my tongue out if i did, as the truth hurts’

[08:57] flame: sees a movement at the corner of her eye and looks to her left, seeing it is her only friend breeze, fresh tears start to run down my cheeks again, hating that she will see my beaten face and body this way

[08:58] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus Julia became thoughtful. “Sir, you said you run the tavern. And I am sure you have to deal with much worse than that girl there. Whatever you do, it will be just.” She turned then, “I must return to my work. ” She could see the line forming at the front door of the great Cylinder. “I wish you well Sir. You will probably never see me within a block of your establishment, but I hope you are successful.” She turned away and took a few steps.

[09:00] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell dipped his head to the lady as she was leaving. “Let the records show that I do not own her nor have the desire to do so, lady.” he stated. With that he inclined his head gallantly – betraying perhaps his high caste origin “I wish you and yours well, Lady.”

[09:04] Breeze CharismaBreeze Charisma ran forth the talk of branding and such had her panting to get there, falling to her knees on the hard stones she took in the scene. Flame beaten and bruised and the mistress demanding her branding “Master” she spoke quietly. She had only met him twice and had no clue actually of his demeanor but she was one that if you spoke the truth and didn’t try and cherry coat it or spin a tale around it things would sometimes work out in ones favor “Might i speak, please?” seeing the tears in the girls eyes she sucked in her breath her hands outstretched beseeching for his favor

[09:04] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell turned to Breeze his eyes hold the sinister glow of old days “You already have done so – speak.” he tells her.

[09:05] flame: my eyes dart to where breeze kneels, my heart skipping a beat praying she does not get herself in trouble

[09:09] Breeze CharismaBreeze Charisma caught his look, a slight crawl of icy fingers up her spine, memorized for an ehn, she stared. Shaking it off with a small tremble she closed her eyes. so unlike her the brazen bond but again there was something. Breath inhaled she spoke clear and concise “I know this girl Master, she is trouble to be sure, knew when i first laid my eyes on her, but she has a good heart, and a frightened slave she be. I had her at the slavers house with me, fed her was talking to the mistress about her taking her in, collaring her to the kennels, I do not know what she has done, but well…… sometimes out of fear, slaves do foolish things”

[09:13] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell listens but than shrugs “She lied – that is enough to have her killed. I showed her some slack to allow her here to breath. Do not speak of her further because I might change my mind and be done with her.” with that he turned – making a mental note of how Breeze had come to the girls defense and admitting that out of fear slaves would act foolish.

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The Risk of it

Posted in Black Caste, Disguised, Mastery on March 22, 2012 by crow1971
[06:54] SpringSpring removed her garements with as much care..her Master did not like a sloppy slave…she soon followed carrying the articles for the bath.She set them aside on the bath,within easy reach and slipped into the silken water beside him,laughing quickly as it embraced her

[06:56] SpringSpring grinned to him and observed him a moment..enjoying the water and this opportunity”She was used to bathing in streams and lakes..lately in a small barreel made for a slave..this was the first time in the glorius bath house for her..well fiirst time in the water

[06:56] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell moved into the water, feeling the water sooth him. “It has been a long time, mine.” he muses “A long time that I didn’t feel the burden of my caste upon my shoulders and just can relax.” he turned his face to her “But you are aware of the implications ?”

[06:57] SpringSpring looked to him,submerging a bit ,the water to her lips before she rose again.Her brows furrowed in a small knot..she shook her head slowly,her earings rubbing against her shoulders amoment “No Master? You are still of Caste?”

[06:59] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell eyes her while his voice became more silent “It means that I am now an imposter, claiming caste that I do not own. Have you any idea what consequences might be there if this is found out ?”

[07:01] SpringSpring shook her head,she was confused,her voice a very quiet whisper “I do not understand my Master..you have denounced nothing,you invsted coin..run a small business,wear a disguise as you do when …when you work at times…”she was truly confused”Does not then Master *** and Master *** and the others not run the same risk? Stating they are Sleen trainers?”she thought along moment and still could not see what he saw”You have denied nothing of Caste Master?”

[07:03] SpringSpring reachd and took the oils and generously poured them into her cupped hands as they spoke..running and rubbing the oil onto his arm and shoulder..massaging it as she did…the strigil close by

[07:04] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded “Oh they do, but I doubt they truly understand the predicement they can be in when found out, mine.” he replied “To claim a caste you do not own is a capital offense. Something that often leads to empalement.” he regards her while he spoke. “Killers often seem restless when a man claims our caste while they have not received the training. They might even kill the man. It isn’t that strange considering that the other way is just as much a certain death. ” he closed his eyes and felt her tiny hands upon his skin, soothing and warm.

[07:08] SpringSpring massaged him with the oils and took the strigil and began to use it on his skin..gently scraping the oil away…careful to use a gentle touch…wiping the reside on a towel she had brought for this purpose..she thought about that as she tended him,her mind occupied with many things..tending him,bathing him properly…and also touching him..everything together..how relaxed he was..so many things..but most of all her heart and mind filled completely with love for him”One good turn ,I see my Master…there are always two sides to each coin…do they not know the risk they also undertake then?”she looked mighty confused for a ihn,her voice still a hushed whisper”I am certain my Master if one askled you would speak truth of Caste? You have a business ..not going around claiming you are of the merchant caste?”

[07:11] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell turned to her “True … but do not mistake it, girl. Many people might wish to get even with me, might take the oppertunity to have me arrested and killed. Simply because they might suspect I took one of their loved ones. I doubt any gorean that doesn’t need an assassin wouldn’t mind to put one to sleep, simply because one less isn’t all that bad in their eyes. That is why it is so important to keep the disguise in tact.” he opened his eyes for a moment “Touch me slave.”

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In disguise

Posted in Disguised on March 22, 2012 by crow1971

It had been something he had thought on for a long time and now when he had given the man the agreed of sum he knew that his life would change. Perhaps just get that casual life as any Gorean man that would work for his living and share a joke or two. The man that sold him the Tavern had a debt and he knew that ever sharing this information would mean a sudden death. “Good luck with it Killer.” the man said “Or should I say Melchior?” he jested. With that the man rised taking the amount of gold with him unbothered that it was obtained by simple killing others.

Crow now alone in the room needed some time to think this well through. He would need to see to a more permanent disguise. His hair could be changed of colour, shaving might have already be something that would give him a less dark look. He wondered how long it had been since he had worn another colour but the black he had earned by killing his best friend. He now lifted himself up from the chair and called his slave. “Mine, we need to go shopping.” he tells her. Something he hated but she truly would enjoy “We will be spending time in the tavern.

Rosella heard him and peeked from behind the curtain.Shopping? Had she heard him correctly? Surely she was hearing things! She held the curtain a bit to the side and stuck one leg out,as a dancer would to try and entice the audience. She held her toe pointed, then dragged the curtain over her breast and the side of her face”Shopping my Master?” she asked coyly. She then realized the second part of what he had said “Tavern?” good gor! the girl had turned into a gorean parrot!

She asked no further questions,but eased the curtain back and rushed to get dressed,they were going shopping and she would find out what she needed to know when He deemed it appropriate!

Crow was careful as ever when he took a brown cloak and draped it over his shoulders. Their adventure would start with a merchant that held also a debt. “I want her dressed in silks fitting of a pleasure slave. And I need something too. Perhaps of a tavernkeeper. One that wishes to earn back what he paid for it.” the merchant instantly complied taking different things of the racks. He simply picked some simple tunics, boots and some other things that would compleet his outfit. “I guess we need an artisan that will entertain the costumers and dancers, slave.” he turned to her “Any girls that might have talent see to it that I know of them.” he stated. His mind already on the job while he calculated the odds.
Rosella stood and moved this way and that as the Merchant took measurements, feeling more then he should and not just with the measuring tapes. She lifted her arms above her head as she donned the pleasure silks the Merchant had tossed to her in a cloud of wispy silken fabrics.Her Master was as he normally was, thinking..planning..examining every aspect of this new venture of his.She was familiar with how he was  and knew not to do much more than pay acute attention to every command he made and see if full filled. She murmured to him”yes, my Master” as she tied a knot in the silks, and twirled around in a circle,her arms outstretched,making the silks swirl around her legs.

Paid the merchant before continuing his travels. A hairdresser had often helped him with wigs and he was fortunate to find him on his spot. After some casual conversation he told him “I might have one of the biggest challanges ever. I wish you to give myself and my girl a new look.”  he noted the look of the hairdresser, but the man was too smart to ask. “Of course … I am sure we can give you a make over.” he smirks. After several ahn he didn’t recognize himself in the mirror and he had to look twice to his girl “You think you can be the lucious slut, mine. You do look the part.” he grinned.
She blinked,a lot..her hand went up to touch her own face and then her hair.Her eyes were wide as the Thassa at that moment,she stammered   and looked to him and back again at herself. “I do not recognize myself my Master! ” She then looked at him and again blinked,as if that alone would make him look like he had before. “it -is- You t yes? my Master?”

 She looked fearful for a moment,the Hairdresser laughing at her in a quiet chuckle. She shot him a -look- and then fell to her knees before her Master,rising up upon them slightly. Rosella began to sway her hips and arch her back,leaning away from him,arms outstretched as her fingers gestured in a come hither fashion. One hand entwined as a snake would when watching it’s prey, finding it’s way to her breast..caressing the tip, puckering the nub upon it to its tightest most sensitive state. Her tongue slipped out to circle her lips as she laughed huskily “I shall pretend they are all Seekers my Master!”

Melchior felt himself naked without crossbow and so groomed. His beard gone, a different haircolour. His girl clearly very different too. A little make up did wonders. “Now let us test the waters, mine.” he tells her. “We will see if we can get thing started without raising to much suspicions. You can tell those friends you made that you were sold to the Tavernkeeper. I am sure that in time you will get used to all of it. Remember never are you to speak of Crow. Is this clear ?”

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