Whip
[2025/08/24 04:22] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would turn back to his cabin to see if she was awake. He had left her upon the couch with a blanket over her. As he entered he noted her near his desk. “Ah .. you are awake.”
[2025/08/24 04:23] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): Greetings my jarl ‘She moved around and moved closer to stand before him while pressing herself up to stand on the tippy toes’ did you sleep well i hope i did not move to much in my sleep.
[2025/08/24 04:25] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would lift her chin as to brush his lips to hers before he would kiss her. “No .. need to worry about it” he replied. He would not tell her of his own doings. some things were best not to know. “Are you rested?” he asks.
[2025/08/24 04:27] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘The little soft puckered up lips pressing and touching with such a tender kiss as the lips parted away and smiles while resting her feet back onto the ground below’ I did yes very much, i am fully awake. Did work hard on the farm.
[2025/08/24 04:29] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me nodded “Let us see how the farm is doing.” he replied as he would leash her. “Now I want you to be aware where your hands are. If they help you in moving more beautiful.” he gave her that little assignment as he ensured the leash taunt.
[2025/08/24 04:32] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): oh no ‘she would then place her hands up upon her hips seeing the grain was not done. ‘ Oh i shall make sure to get that done soon ‘slid both hands down from her hips to rest at her side’
[2025/08/24 04:33] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would glance back to her as he indeed noted the grain to be ready. “I trust this to be done. As the animals depend on the right amount.” he stated. But not really that much occupied with it as he observed how she would hold herself.
[2025/08/24 04:36] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘As they moved along the path, her head help up high as her hands would keep sway just a little with each step short before they came to a stop and would smile seeing malik positioning herself a little more resting both hands to the side ‘ Malik it is nice to see you again. yes my jarl i will make sure to get onto that, i did fill the feeds and water not long ago.
[2025/08/24 04:38] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me smiled to his girl as they entered the workshop and noted Malik at work. “Greetings Malik. I come with news considering the thrall that we named after your pet.” he could not help to think of what might be the reaction of Malik when he learned the man had gained his freedom.
[2025/08/24 04:38] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Scared to hear Silas’s heavy footstepping, he is turning to nod to Silas, unsure of what to say. He will smil to Bahirah – ” Good to see you, Bahirah “
[2025/08/24 04:39] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Listens while working and sweating much at the burning forge.. wondering about the new arrival and what has become of him, though not daring at all to ask
[2025/08/24 04:43] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): I hope your well malik ‘She turned to look at her jarl with a slight concern to her face’ my Jarl mailk has been working very hard and not seen him been able to enjoy relaxing or even been able to travel very much with off course the other jarl.
[2025/08/24 04:43] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me frowns as the slave did not greet him. He would take the leash from Bahirahs collar. Having need of his personal space as to address it. He knew that he needed to be firm against him. There was no room for compassion or leeway. “Come before me, slave.” the mere mentioning of what he was instead of his name was already an indication that he was in trouble.
[2025/08/24 04:46] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘hearing the leash being removed and would move herself off to the side a little more as she was only able to watch and hope malik may address her Jarl proper and sighs softly’
[2025/08/24 04:50] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Greatly terrified, he ceases works and approaches, the word ” slave ” to ring in ears. He leaves more steel ingots aside for cooling, puzzled yet so, so terrified.. He stands, blinking and not understanding
[2025/08/24 04:52] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me seemed to be calm, nothing in his demeanor might show any sign of anger or frustration. Yet out of no where he would stretch his arm and smack the man with the back of his hand across the face. The force of a man that was trained and able to kill a man with his bare hands. The intent was to struck him hard, to have his hand sting or even have him fall backwards. He would deal with it in the way he knew how. Violent and with no consideration to the feelings of the man he struck.
[2025/08/24 04:56] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Yelps loud as dog on a massive hit to his face. He falls backwards, crashing heavily to the trough of water and is slumping to knees, in shock and massive stunning. He checks for blood, astonished completely and he coughs, wondering why the huge bash to him
[2025/08/24 04:59] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would watch how the man fell and would step towards him while he placed his foot to the mans back as to force him on the floor. “You greet my girl but you do not greet me.” his voice calm – nothing indicated the violence or determination of his actions. In this very moment he was the man that was trained to keep his emotions out of his actions. His foot would not give the man any leeway. If he moved or tried to fight it he would use his own body weight to pin him further down.
[2025/08/24 05:02] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Squeals to be forced to face on the floor. Briefly, he squirms, then squeaks as mouse to be so expertly pinned under very heavy boot and strong leg. Gasping, he can now only snort as tarsk, shaking with terror
[2025/08/24 05:03] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Jumps a little and would turn herself away some not truly wanting to watch and would move herself over to the shelfs and would see what needed to be stocked as this was something she did not do but was a good distraction and would point’ yep thats needs filling oh and that one, wait did my jarls pet need a new head to eat ‘she moved to the door and peeked out but could not see and moved herself back to think and look at the stock’
[2025/08/24 05:06] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would now place his foot at the back his neck. His force taking away the mans ability to breath. He knew that panic would quickly come over the man as it was not a first he would do such. He knew how it worked in a body that would struggle to survive. It needed extensive training to remain calm. Something he had been taught after learning to control his feelings in training. “Listen!” he shouts as to ensure the man would hear him over his own squeaks. “When I let go you adjust your error immediately or I will keep this foot a lot longer.” he promised. His voice held that authority that could not be questioned.
[2025/08/24 05:11] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me He is shivering and he scrabbles pathetically, terror and panic to rise much as the massive boot crushes into the thick, heavy collar. He will gurgle and dribble as baby, squirming as worm. He drools more and shakes much, gasping and croaking as frog
[2025/08/24 05:13] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Was only able to look at the stock for so long and turned herself around and was to see the situation at hand and would not get herself involved but mabeh she could offer some help to malik later something she would speak to her jarl about when he was finished with him’
[2025/08/24 05:15] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would cut a glance to his girl as she stood and observed. She had not seen him to follow through to disciplining the slave. As she had become silent. He would now move his foot a little up as to give the man some breath – as he would wait if the slave would do as he was told – or – that he again had to press his foot to the mans neck. It was clear that he would proof his point. Regardless of the consequences. He was not known to back down on a warning given.
[2025/08/24 05:18] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Feeling slight lessening in pressure, he gurgles and tries to mumble a ” S….orry, M…Masterr…. w..ish t..to correct err…or… I.. s..sorry “
[2025/08/24 05:20] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘She truly wanted to leap in and try to help but she knew it would result in herself being placed in trouble but it was hard to see malik in the situation and would only look to her Jarl with sympathy in her eyes then down to mailk’
[2025/08/24 05:20] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would hear the man and would now step back “In whipping position.” came his command. “This will be the last time you forget to greet me properly, slave.” he added. He would uncoil the whip that had been attached to his belt. “Bahirah, bet a bucket of water from outside the well.” as he would feel the leather between his fingers.
[2025/08/24 05:21] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Drawn
[2025/08/24 05:25] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): yes my jarl ‘she rushed offside and moved to the well, still her head held proper and her feet strode. the plump cheeks gave a slight wiggle and her bare breasts started to bounce some, the flow of the lightly colored hair would move about. Then stop by the well , placing both hands upon the rope and would allow the bucket to go down collecting water as she brought it back up and placed it onto the ledge. Letting go of the rope and would place both hands upon the bucket and with a mighty heave picking it up and walked her way back inside and stood near her Jarl’ the bucket of water my Jarl ‘she got herself just a little wet off course she was holding it in a hug’
[2025/08/24 05:29] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Shaking and coughing, he wobbles into a curl, in so much shame, exposing his bare back and is so terrified that he is so shaking
[2025/08/24 05:32] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would indicate his girl to be ready to splash the cold water over the slave on his gesture. For now he took position behind the slave as he would have the whip caress the mans back – just before he would lift it and have it struck across his back. The whip a weapon that needed little force, but was handled with this deadly precision as if to betray his true profession. “The next time you do not greet me properly I might take your tongue, boy. ” he suggested. “As you do not use if properly.” after his first strike he would ask “Tell me what will be a proper punishment when it comes to the number of strikes that are needed?” the question to both of the slaves.
[2025/08/24 05:32] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident
[2025/08/24 05:35] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Pulls deeply for much strength, he remains from crying out that the whip hits hard with much expert handling. He hopes that five would be acceptable and this he mumbles to say, mixed with terror and shock and pressure to throat that could have killed.. ” F….ive…. FIVE. M… Masterrr “
[2025/08/24 05:38] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘She truly did not wish to watch and gave a little flinch feeling the water run a course down her front as a little escaped the bucket, the whip was something she did not enjoy nor wanted to see it ever again. ‘ my Jarl i would try and not make the mistake and would avoid the whip best i could, but for this situation i would agree 5 ‘all though 5 was too much and would try and change it’ no 3 my jarl 3 would be better fitting.
[2025/08/24 05:40] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident
[2025/08/24 05:40] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident
[2025/08/24 05:40] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident
[2025/08/24 05:40] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident
[2025/08/24 05:40] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident
[2025/08/24 05:40] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would see the first strike light up on the blackness of his skin. As the man answered Silas would not wait and struck him five times. With each strike his force would increase. “You both were wrong. I shouldn’t have to struck you any more as the lesson was already learned.” of course no answer would have been the right one – such was life when it came to being a slave. “Give him the bucket over his back – Now.”
[2025/08/24 05:43] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘sighs softly and moved closer to malik and while hugging the bucket tightly she would allow it to move some watching the water pour over his back, to only letting half the water go out, enough so that she was able to hold it with her hands by the handle and shuffled to drop the rest of the water over and would step back placing the now empty bucket to her side and kept herself quiet for now’
[2025/08/24 05:45] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Shudders under the attacks and massive hittings, he accepts and does not cry out with the terror and pains, promising to self never to cause the attacks again to happen. So relieved that the whippings are over, he sags to forehead on floor to steady self and holds too from sobbing or weeping. Although the thick shackles say ” slave “, he considers himself man, though admitting to self that the pathetic ropes and thick metals with the hideous branding will advertise otherwise. He shivers, then trembles, as cool water is poured and groans just a very little, having accepted stripes and he tries to gather self, awaiting orders from the one who has handled his betrayal and later puniishments
[2025/08/24 05:50] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would coil back his whip after ensuring it wasn’t stained with blood. He would regard his girl that was more considerate to Malik than he desired. But he would not yet fault her for it. Although she might walk a thin line. “Get another bucket full.” he tells her. It served a purpose. The cold water would cool the mans skin as it would swell by the strikes of the leather and have the man to remain conscious. “What did you learn?” he asks – testing him instantly.
[2025/08/24 05:52] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Petrified, he will try to control trembles and he mumbles a ” Mistake made.. bad mistake. Hoping is corrected and apologies, M… Masterrr “
[2025/08/24 05:54] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Leans down taking the handle into her hand as the bucket was lifted up from the ground ‘ yes my jarl ‘Moved in a little half spin letting her hair flow with the sway, walked herself back out and to the well, placing the rope around so that the bucket was able to be guided down to refill after a few she would bring it back up, again letting it sit upon the ledge removing rope and would give it another big hug and with a might heave and huff picking it up and moved her way with steady steps all though she was having herself a little bath with each step as she stopped with the bucket’ my Jarl it has been refilled.
[2025/08/24 05:56] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me shook his head “That word Master … needs to come quick … Try again.” he stated to the slave as he would tip his head to Bahirah as to pour the bucket again empty upon the mans back. “That word needs to be the first thing you think of when you speak.” he demands.
[2025/08/24 05:59] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Defeated after the humiliations of the costume and all that is locked to him, with the so-obvious brand and now masses of pains with shocks at whippings, he will make new attempt. With just small recovery times to help, he says more clearly, trying to hide his hatred for the M-word but.. he must: ” Mistake made.. bad mistake. Hoping is corrected and apologies, M… Master “
[2025/08/24 06:01] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Moved closer towards malik she felt really sorry for him, but she would not go against what she has been asked to do, with the same as before leaning a little to let the bucket come to a slight lean allowing the water to flow so that it would hit his back. It came to half way she would let her hand move around to the base taking a better hold so that the water was emptied from out the bucket wand stood herself back still’
[2025/08/24 06:04] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me shook his head “Not doing it for me, boy.” as he ensured the words would cut as deep as the whip would. “Quicker … no stutter … Master.” he demanded again … already close once more to drawing his whip.
[2025/08/24 06:08] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me He pulls self together and sighs as cool water is soaking, causing reliefs. He is careful in obeying now, though the control over his is so hated and absolute. He knows that he must and he does as dictated. ” Master. Mistake made.. bad mistake. Hoping is corrected. Apologies. Master “
[2025/08/24 06:11] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘The slight of relief and relaxed herself a little and not had to stand on the tip of her toes, all though she stood quiet but would only watch on seeing mailk’s back gave her shivers’
[2025/08/24 06:12] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me was only now satisfied as the word had come withotu hesitation and more clear. He would look at his girl “Get a rep cloth and see to his whipmarks. Ensure to keep them cooled. ” he instructed her “Now … Malik … do you still want to learn of the outcome with this thrall with the name of your pet ? “
[2025/08/24 06:15] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Defeated and controlled, he will continue with the humiliating position as he has not been ordered to cease. He tries desperately to clutch to his small remaining morale and he remembers the arrogant one that was renamed. ” Master. He is Nyrmyl as named now. Would like to know. Master “
[2025/08/24 06:17] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): yes my Jarl ‘as she moved around the room and out the door with a bolted sprint to the main building up the steps and into the kitchen where there was a nice pile of rep cloths, instead of taking one she would take a bunch 4 to be exact and not sure why she was in a rush. With a bowl taking some fresh clean water and would walk her way back steady paces down the steps and around passing grain fields and back into the workshop. Kneel down at the side of mailk and whispered softly’ I am sorry if i hurt you by cleaning your back ‘take the dry rep cloth and would softly pat it along his back over the marks that had been made’
[2025/08/24 06:20] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would observe his girl and picked up her words. He could imagine how it felt to her as he had been so violent to the thrall. “I have taken the collar away. I did not want to feed the man that was clearly not up to the task. I allowed him to go with this understanding that he can only return when he brings a thrall to replace him and when he can be more humble in his approach.” each word he spoke would be another lash – most likely – as the man he just struck was not given his freedom while the other was. Yet in the act there was a much deeper understanding. Malik was wanted, desired and kept. While Sosla was discarded, thrown away as if he had been nothing.
[2025/08/24 06:25] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me He gasps on learning that Nyrmyl had been allowed to go and feels the small morale to become much smaller, given that he is still the slave that desperately he wishes not to be. Astonished, he is, though the recent shocks and pins to floor and whippings are so recent and causing pains. ” Master. And I.. may be free as is he ? I can be home and to have my status returned ? Master ? “
[2025/08/24 06:29] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘While she was taking it very gentle upon his back with the rep cloth and heard his words and would lean her hand over with a finger to cover his mouth some with a whisper’ please do not make my jarl angry again ‘then moved herself back up with her hand to look up upon the marks as she was nearly done and would look to her jarl’ my jarl might i have permission to help malik, train him on how to greet and who to greet first, with what to say and what not to say ‘she truly wanted to help him so that his back would not be soo wounded from being whipped’
[2025/08/24 06:30] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would arch his brow “You wish to be released ? To return to a home that has not mourned your loss ? That even went as far as knowingly to let you be the slave you are now ? The to be companion that now is bounded to your father ?” he questions. Each sentence another whipping most likely as he would shake his head “Here I am telling you that you are valued and treasured and you wish to slap me in the face ?” as his girl spoke he would turn to her more fully “What is it that you wish to suggest mine ? That he has not been trained or taught well enough?” the question a trick one.
[2025/08/24 06:37] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): “looking down to malik and onto his back as she placed the rep cloth down and stood herself up and moved closer to her jarl, while looking up into his eyes she would flash a little smile’ my Jarl there is all ways room to help provide a little guidance to help avoid situations like this from happening again. ((tyt)).
[2025/08/24 06:38] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Sags with more relief at Bahirah’s expert caring and gentle tending to the burning back of his. He does not squirm or struggle or weep, plumbing deep to inside strength and to stop from being complete coward. The Master’s words of home, which has betrayed, his girl, stolen, the father who sold him as low animal, the points made each drilling to his soul with daggers of ice, he will sag more to the floor, realising that probably never can he return to that which he had been so recently. He considers, too, Bahira’s words and the Master’s word ” slave “, it is aimed at him to hurt hundreds more than a thousand whips could do. He shuts up, the walls of slave closing tight and locking him inside the tiny box. He can only manage a pathetic, though clearly-said, ” Master. No, Master “, detesting the full control and remembering the boot on back and later on neck
[2025/08/24 06:51] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Would turn slightly to look at malik her words where at a lost but felt sorry for him’
[2025/08/24 07:02] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would keep that stern look upon his girl “You can always help others to improve. In truth such should not be asked but already ingrained in your entire being. ” he lashed out to her. “You both are ours … and being ours means something. It means that you are owned, desired, treasured and kept. Do we not feed you well ? Do we not give you warm furs to sleep under. What is it that we ask of you we do not ourselves?” Part of it was true. Portus, Niamh and himself worked the same tasks as they did. But they carried the weight of owning them.
[2025/08/24 07:10] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘moved well stepped closer pressing herself more so brushing softly upon him looking into his eyes, truly she was devoted to him in many ways then others’ my jarl, i like to ask ‘It could be from her past but it was just her thing’ but my Jarl i wear your collar with much pride and love as for the brand for the black compass. Oh i think i get over fed and if i keep going i might be the one rolling away, must keep up the exercise and keep fit ‘she gave a little laugh hoping that he might get a little kick from that to she did not complain at all and loved her position here it filled her heart with such desire and meaning’
[2025/08/24 07:12] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me So defeated is he that all he once had been seems as remote as a thousand worlds away. Although he burns to know more of the ” deal ” which has landed him so in the shaming position of his now, he shuts up on the subject, expecting now that never can he know more. Knowing now that being the Free that he once was will probably never again happen, he feels at the thick and heavy collar that is so bolted by expert that he knows it will be impossible to remove, he tries to move past the horrible situation. Feeling now as no more than some animal pet thing, he feels much the shame, still and all he can say now, from his pathetic state on the floor, water to drip into the shaming slave cloth, is ” Yes, Master. As you say, Master “. Hoping now that Bahirah’s kind attempt to distract with humour the terrible events of the day, he says no more
[2025/08/24 07:17] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me was grateful for not doubted, questioned or challenged on his words. In his mind these slaves should be on their bare knees praising any god that they were owned by him or Portus. He knew that others would not allow slaves this kind of freedom or having the luxury of what they were fed. Of course he himself never considered the freedom of them. They both served them too well. He would look at his girl “I think it is time to get to pool … ” he stated as he would pull her close to leash her once again. “I believe you promised me the pleasure of yourself.” he stated – leaving it to no imagination as to what was to happen.
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