"Get up." She struggled to her hands and knees, but could move no further. She expected him to hurt her. Instead he eased her gently onto the bed and began to clean her body of the cum and blood that stained it with a washcloth. His movements were gentle and a harsh contrast to his frantic brutality last night. Then, when he was done, he spread her legs, and unceremoniously lowered his face to her bruised and swollen cunt. He began to suck and nibble on her clitoris and she could not keep herself from moaning wantonly. He languidly travelled down her folds, flicking her swollen clitoris, teasing her to the edge of orgasm, and her legs shook with a horrible mixture of pleasure and pain as she rode out her first orgasm, weeping all the while. He raised his soaking wet face to hers and kissed her roughly, allowing her to taste her own arousal. "You're mine. Never forget that." And he left, locking the door behind him.
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It took Casain only two days to come up with a plan of escape. The orc mage thought he was clever but he was no match for a dunmer, and the runes he'd built to keep the collars activated were flawed and rushed. On Solstheim he would have been laughed at and Casain had almost deactivated the collar after a mere two weeks with the aid of a petty soul gem and a rusted nail when the door to the cellar was opened and the orc dropped the breton in. "Get her a place to sleep, elf." He let the cellar door close with a thump, but not before he'd assured his burly husband that Casain could do nothing to her, he was a eunuch after all.
As the children ran about upstairs, Casain lit the torch (another luxury he'd been afforded and proof that the orc had never owned a slave before) and gazed down at the breton with frustration. Escaping while another slave watched him was difficult. Can you understand me? He signed to her. She did not respond. She had a black eye, and blood stained her face. Casain sighed irritably and got to his feet. The furs were easy enough to arrange but she would not move even when he impatiently pointed to them. He sighed again and walked over to her, hauling her up. She yelped as her shirt was lifted up and Casain froze at what it revealed.
He lifted up her shirt with his free hand, exposing her breasts and causing her to yelp again. She was bruised and bloody and covered with bite marks. Some were caused by a human mouth, others had marks that could only be caused by the tusks of an orc, and a third type of bite mark with too many teeth. He grabbed the band of her trousers, intending to check for more on her legs but she elbowed him in the face and stumbled backward. I'm a eunuch, I'm not going to rape you. She wouldn't stop shaking so he sighed and dropped his own trousers, letting her see the scar where his genitals should have been. Her eyes widened, and she looked at him, horrified. Then she slowly reached down and pulled up one pant leg, revealing a large and still bleeding bite mark that could have only been given by one creature.
Gently, he led her over to her makeshift bed, and gently he offered her an apple he'd stolen from the kitchens. Then he sat down next to her. Do you realize what this means? He signed at her, not caring that she couldn't understand. I can't escape. I've never had to deal with a werewolf before. And then he put his head in his hands and burst into tears.
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A Trip To The Market 4/?
Date: 2013-08-08 10:33 pm (UTC)----
It took Casain only two days to come up with a plan of escape. The orc mage thought he was clever but he was no match for a dunmer, and the runes he'd built to keep the collars activated were flawed and rushed. On Solstheim he would have been laughed at and Casain had almost deactivated the collar after a mere two weeks with the aid of a petty soul gem and a rusted nail when the door to the cellar was opened and the orc dropped the breton in. "Get her a place to sleep, elf." He let the cellar door close with a thump, but not before he'd assured his burly husband that Casain could do nothing to her, he was a eunuch after all.
As the children ran about upstairs, Casain lit the torch (another luxury he'd been afforded and proof that the orc had never owned a slave before) and gazed down at the breton with frustration. Escaping while another slave watched him was difficult. Can you understand me? He signed to her. She did not respond. She had a black eye, and blood stained her face. Casain sighed irritably and got to his feet. The furs were easy enough to arrange but she would not move even when he impatiently pointed to them. He sighed again and walked over to her, hauling her up. She yelped as her shirt was lifted up and Casain froze at what it revealed.
He lifted up her shirt with his free hand, exposing her breasts and causing her to yelp again. She was bruised and bloody and covered with bite marks. Some were caused by a human mouth, others had marks that could only be caused by the tusks of an orc, and a third type of bite mark with too many teeth. He grabbed the band of her trousers, intending to check for more on her legs but she elbowed him in the face and stumbled backward. I'm a eunuch, I'm not going to rape you. She wouldn't stop shaking so he sighed and dropped his own trousers, letting her see the scar where his genitals should have been. Her eyes widened, and she looked at him, horrified. Then she slowly reached down and pulled up one pant leg, revealing a large and still bleeding bite mark that could have only been given by one creature.
Gently, he led her over to her makeshift bed, and gently he offered her an apple he'd stolen from the kitchens. Then he sat down next to her. Do you realize what this means? He signed at her, not caring that she couldn't understand. I can't escape. I've never had to deal with a werewolf before. And then he put his head in his hands and burst into tears.