I had left the house after the pretense of chores were completed and Mouse had allowed for me to head to the falls clearing for a bit of Rest and Relaxation. Donning my little red cloak and sandals I headed free of the gates and with a tome in hand whistling a song from my lips. Finally amongst the throngs of Ar I felt safe and able to breathe without my chest hurting from fear or stress. Slinking into the tree line I nabbed my wagon and pulled it free of the trees to kneel by the smoldering fire pit and rake the coals and prepare the ring of rocks for the evenings flames. Glancing around the clearing I noted the woman Slaver Gina and some slave I had never met offering a smile and a quiet " Tal " to the two I went about my task in relative silence. Finishing I placed the wagon aside and scrambled up atop of the slave ring riddled rock and spread The little red riding cloak out atop of the surface before laying back to enjoy the vitamin D given by Lar Torvis. It wasn't long after this that the feel of a rush of wind was felt and too late the sound of a war cry was heard. I opened my eyes in time to see the capture net descend and trap me around the waist and pull tight effectively ensnaring me. I kicked and screamed and pleaded with the woman Gina to help me but all too soon as the tarn banked left, that was it, I was hoisted into the saddle, quickly bent over the birds back in a bow and tied tight and effectively with yellow binding fiber. The red riding hood cloak and the silks from Daeva were shredded from my flesh with a knife and left to float back to the sandy shores below. The man quickly went about teasing me, testing my meddle and responses as it were.. feeling me up grabbing at my tits and cunt like he owned it. The adrenaline and the fear did not stop the ingrained responses to his ministrations. He was excited about his catch, and with a laugh of victory and approval he disappeared into the great blue sky. At some point I passed out, the high altitude made it hard to breath with the constant state of arousal he kept me in. Sooner or later I found myself waking in a tent in what looked like an abandoned camp. Chained to the sleeping couch near me was a naked woman who looked a bit abused and confused. So the tarnsman was not attempting his first capture when he took me it seamed. When I was awake enough to remember what happened I pushed to my feet with a grunt from the stiffness and the pain and slipped from the flaps of the tent only to find the tarnsman sitting by a fire preparing himself something to eat. When he saw me he went about grilling me, question after question. Who owns me, who if anyone would be looking for me. Then the personal stuff, you know, " Where you born a slave " " How did you come to be owned by so and so " " What training do you have.. " And when the questions stopped, the whipping commenced. 10 lashes for my indifference. He should be glad I did not murder him in his sleep. The man could not fathom why I knelt before him and behaved so clinically when my very life was in his hands. The pain had been worse then the night Vincent had beaten me, and he was not gentle and kind to me like Vincent had been afterwards. There had been a few raised welts that blistered overly much but my skin was not broken. Then roughly over a rock so I could feel the pain of those welts he fucked me over and over again, On my back, my belly, my side, Every which way. I think at some point I screamed and cried and kicked at him and he had his way with me none the less. Then I, tiny the slave, even pleaded with him to release me.. upon hearing who owned me however he was dreaming of ransom. After he fucked me however, I do not know if it was pity or disgust but he dragged me to his tarn and off we went back into the direction of Ar. Coming upon the falls clearing he landed and unceremoniously deposited me back upon the rock he had taken me from. He was pleased enough but I " am just a woman's slave.." and apparently lacked the fire he wished in a wench such as me as it were. Cold and hurting from the flight and the time from sleeping on the ground and atop of rocks for punishments I was home, sliding from the rock I ran from the clearing and did not stop until I saw the house. The gates that turned the palatable mansion into a fortress. By then I was panting and clutching the bars to catch my breath. Vincent came from the doors and I shoved through the gates and scrambled up the hill towards him and collapsed at his feet. The man raised a brow and grumbled bending down to pick me up and carry me inside sobbing like a baby. I was grateful I did not have to drag myself back into the doors on my own. Soon he was carrying me up the steps, inside and to find my Mistress, depositing me on a setti in main room he went in search of her. After dragging Daeva all over Ar looking for the slave it was nice to bring her home.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Good bye... Bluuuue Sky.. good bye blue sky.... goodbye..
Tarns.... nasty hungry vicious creatures.. I saw one.. in sepia dream scape.. chasing after Tor Tu Gor.. with me... tied to its saddle on the back... how was I supposed to know... it would come true? 
I had left the house after the pretense of chores were completed and Mouse had allowed for me to head to the falls clearing for a bit of Rest and Relaxation. Donning my little red cloak and sandals I headed free of the gates and with a tome in hand whistling a song from my lips. Finally amongst the throngs of Ar I felt safe and able to breathe without my chest hurting from fear or stress. Slinking into the tree line I nabbed my wagon and pulled it free of the trees to kneel by the smoldering fire pit and rake the coals and prepare the ring of rocks for the evenings flames. Glancing around the clearing I noted the woman Slaver Gina and some slave I had never met offering a smile and a quiet " Tal " to the two I went about my task in relative silence. Finishing I placed the wagon aside and scrambled up atop of the slave ring riddled rock and spread The little red riding cloak out atop of the surface before laying back to enjoy the vitamin D given by Lar Torvis. It wasn't long after this that the feel of a rush of wind was felt and too late the sound of a war cry was heard. I opened my eyes in time to see the capture net descend and trap me around the waist and pull tight effectively ensnaring me. I kicked and screamed and pleaded with the woman Gina to help me but all too soon as the tarn banked left, that was it, I was hoisted into the saddle, quickly bent over the birds back in a bow and tied tight and effectively with yellow binding fiber. The red riding hood cloak and the silks from Daeva were shredded from my flesh with a knife and left to float back to the sandy shores below. The man quickly went about teasing me, testing my meddle and responses as it were.. feeling me up grabbing at my tits and cunt like he owned it. The adrenaline and the fear did not stop the ingrained responses to his ministrations. He was excited about his catch, and with a laugh of victory and approval he disappeared into the great blue sky. At some point I passed out, the high altitude made it hard to breath with the constant state of arousal he kept me in. Sooner or later I found myself waking in a tent in what looked like an abandoned camp. Chained to the sleeping couch near me was a naked woman who looked a bit abused and confused. So the tarnsman was not attempting his first capture when he took me it seamed. When I was awake enough to remember what happened I pushed to my feet with a grunt from the stiffness and the pain and slipped from the flaps of the tent only to find the tarnsman sitting by a fire preparing himself something to eat. When he saw me he went about grilling me, question after question. Who owns me, who if anyone would be looking for me. Then the personal stuff, you know, " Where you born a slave " " How did you come to be owned by so and so " " What training do you have.. " And when the questions stopped, the whipping commenced. 10 lashes for my indifference. He should be glad I did not murder him in his sleep. The man could not fathom why I knelt before him and behaved so clinically when my very life was in his hands. The pain had been worse then the night Vincent had beaten me, and he was not gentle and kind to me like Vincent had been afterwards. There had been a few raised welts that blistered overly much but my skin was not broken. Then roughly over a rock so I could feel the pain of those welts he fucked me over and over again, On my back, my belly, my side, Every which way. I think at some point I screamed and cried and kicked at him and he had his way with me none the less. Then I, tiny the slave, even pleaded with him to release me.. upon hearing who owned me however he was dreaming of ransom. After he fucked me however, I do not know if it was pity or disgust but he dragged me to his tarn and off we went back into the direction of Ar. Coming upon the falls clearing he landed and unceremoniously deposited me back upon the rock he had taken me from. He was pleased enough but I " am just a woman's slave.." and apparently lacked the fire he wished in a wench such as me as it were. Cold and hurting from the flight and the time from sleeping on the ground and atop of rocks for punishments I was home, sliding from the rock I ran from the clearing and did not stop until I saw the house. The gates that turned the palatable mansion into a fortress. By then I was panting and clutching the bars to catch my breath. Vincent came from the doors and I shoved through the gates and scrambled up the hill towards him and collapsed at his feet. The man raised a brow and grumbled bending down to pick me up and carry me inside sobbing like a baby. I was grateful I did not have to drag myself back into the doors on my own. Soon he was carrying me up the steps, inside and to find my Mistress, depositing me on a setti in main room he went in search of her. After dragging Daeva all over Ar looking for the slave it was nice to bring her home.
I had left the house after the pretense of chores were completed and Mouse had allowed for me to head to the falls clearing for a bit of Rest and Relaxation. Donning my little red cloak and sandals I headed free of the gates and with a tome in hand whistling a song from my lips. Finally amongst the throngs of Ar I felt safe and able to breathe without my chest hurting from fear or stress. Slinking into the tree line I nabbed my wagon and pulled it free of the trees to kneel by the smoldering fire pit and rake the coals and prepare the ring of rocks for the evenings flames. Glancing around the clearing I noted the woman Slaver Gina and some slave I had never met offering a smile and a quiet " Tal " to the two I went about my task in relative silence. Finishing I placed the wagon aside and scrambled up atop of the slave ring riddled rock and spread The little red riding cloak out atop of the surface before laying back to enjoy the vitamin D given by Lar Torvis. It wasn't long after this that the feel of a rush of wind was felt and too late the sound of a war cry was heard. I opened my eyes in time to see the capture net descend and trap me around the waist and pull tight effectively ensnaring me. I kicked and screamed and pleaded with the woman Gina to help me but all too soon as the tarn banked left, that was it, I was hoisted into the saddle, quickly bent over the birds back in a bow and tied tight and effectively with yellow binding fiber. The red riding hood cloak and the silks from Daeva were shredded from my flesh with a knife and left to float back to the sandy shores below. The man quickly went about teasing me, testing my meddle and responses as it were.. feeling me up grabbing at my tits and cunt like he owned it. The adrenaline and the fear did not stop the ingrained responses to his ministrations. He was excited about his catch, and with a laugh of victory and approval he disappeared into the great blue sky. At some point I passed out, the high altitude made it hard to breath with the constant state of arousal he kept me in. Sooner or later I found myself waking in a tent in what looked like an abandoned camp. Chained to the sleeping couch near me was a naked woman who looked a bit abused and confused. So the tarnsman was not attempting his first capture when he took me it seamed. When I was awake enough to remember what happened I pushed to my feet with a grunt from the stiffness and the pain and slipped from the flaps of the tent only to find the tarnsman sitting by a fire preparing himself something to eat. When he saw me he went about grilling me, question after question. Who owns me, who if anyone would be looking for me. Then the personal stuff, you know, " Where you born a slave " " How did you come to be owned by so and so " " What training do you have.. " And when the questions stopped, the whipping commenced. 10 lashes for my indifference. He should be glad I did not murder him in his sleep. The man could not fathom why I knelt before him and behaved so clinically when my very life was in his hands. The pain had been worse then the night Vincent had beaten me, and he was not gentle and kind to me like Vincent had been afterwards. There had been a few raised welts that blistered overly much but my skin was not broken. Then roughly over a rock so I could feel the pain of those welts he fucked me over and over again, On my back, my belly, my side, Every which way. I think at some point I screamed and cried and kicked at him and he had his way with me none the less. Then I, tiny the slave, even pleaded with him to release me.. upon hearing who owned me however he was dreaming of ransom. After he fucked me however, I do not know if it was pity or disgust but he dragged me to his tarn and off we went back into the direction of Ar. Coming upon the falls clearing he landed and unceremoniously deposited me back upon the rock he had taken me from. He was pleased enough but I " am just a woman's slave.." and apparently lacked the fire he wished in a wench such as me as it were. Cold and hurting from the flight and the time from sleeping on the ground and atop of rocks for punishments I was home, sliding from the rock I ran from the clearing and did not stop until I saw the house. The gates that turned the palatable mansion into a fortress. By then I was panting and clutching the bars to catch my breath. Vincent came from the doors and I shoved through the gates and scrambled up the hill towards him and collapsed at his feet. The man raised a brow and grumbled bending down to pick me up and carry me inside sobbing like a baby. I was grateful I did not have to drag myself back into the doors on my own. Soon he was carrying me up the steps, inside and to find my Mistress, depositing me on a setti in main room he went in search of her. After dragging Daeva all over Ar looking for the slave it was nice to bring her home.
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