The demise of Red

Larl entered the sands by way of the western gate a barefooted, nude beast. A tight braid laced with strands of gold stood off the crown of her head, and upon her hands were gloves with silver claws on the tips. As she sauntered along the perimeter of the arena so that all could get a good look at her she drew her shoulders back, and lifted her chin proudly.

The voices in the crowd lifted and there was a tinge of electricity in the air. As Red entered the sands from the eastern gate to circle the perimeter in the opposite direction of Larl a man climbed onto the lower wall and he began to announce the ‘halftime’ entertainment. “We have to lovely beasts that will now fight to the death for the favor of hovelling at the feet of their Master. Observe the dark haired beast and the proud way she saunters. She is a bread passion slave who has a streak of a killer. Is it possible that they made a mistake in her breading? Perhaps she was bread with a pit slave.” This drew oos and ahs from the crowd. The man continued, “And then we have the sensual Red head beast; one that any Master or Free Woman would love to have serve them. From what I have been told she is a common slut with no particular breeding. How will she hold up against such an animal as this one?” He then pointed to Larl just as she passed beneath him.

Larl peered across the sands to Red who hair was drawn back in the same exact type braid. Her forearms were covered in brass guards to protect herself from the claws that Larl wore. A wicked smile graced lush lips, and she thought she spied a look of uncertainty upon the visage of Red. “Let the fight begin!” she man shouted to the crowd, and they responded with a roar of excitement. Before larl crossed the sands to meet Red in the center she fanned the crowd with those coal rimmed pools of obsidian to look for Dominick, her Master. When she spied him, she lowered her small chin, and looked back to red. Then they both began to approach the center of the sands.

When they were both near the center Larl suddenly charged at Red, knocking the unexpected slut off of her feet, and onto her back. Larl grasped both her forearms and penned them to the soft sand, and dipped her head down and drew in a deep breath. “I smell nothing but fear upon you, slut.” Just then Red bucked up, and kicked Larl off of her. Within ehns they were both on their feet circling one another. Red tried to rush a larl, but larl stepped to the side, and lowered her gloved hands. Claws ran across the right side of Red as she stumbled forward. She lifted her hand to her side, and blood gushed forth to cover her fingers, and flowed down over her hip. Red lifted her hand and looked at the blood, and then back to larl. The beast had drawn first blood, and Red knew that she was about to be killed.

Larl toyed with Red, slicing her to ribbons with those claws. There were some boos from the crowd as they began to think that Larl had the advantage. Red was covered in blood from head to toe. Larl went in for the kill, and the bloodied whore dipped down to grasp a hand full of sand which she flung into the eyes of Larl. Screaming Larl lifted crossed arms up across her visage, and Red tackled the beast to the sand. The beast was now covered in the blood of the woman that rushed at her and shoved her to the ground. Red then leapt upon Larl, and rolled her over onto her stomach. She slipped an arm beneath her throat and drew it up tight in an attempt to choke the life out of her. Larl fought as best she could but the lack of oxygen began to make the arena swirl, and then all went black.

Having thought she had killed the beast the red headed slut lifted to her feet, blood and sand clinging to her bodacious form as she lifted her arms over head. The crowd cheered wildly, and it was this cheering that had swarthy lashes caked with sand fluttering open. Larl could see Dominick standing in his box at the edge of the sands, hands grasping the railing looking as if he couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. As Red pranced around the body of the beast, arms in air larl reached out and drew those silver claws across the back of the slut’s ankle, slicing her achilles tendon. Red went down, falling onto her back, and this is when Larl lifted from the sands as if rising from the dead. She looked to Red and walked over to her slowly. The crowd was in frenzy, screaming and shouting. With a glance given to her Master first, Larl went in for the kill. She ran those claws across Red’s neck just below her collar, slicing her jugular vein. The crowd went silent as Red pushed her heels through the sands for a few ahns, and then laid still. Larl lifted to stand over the body of Red, the whore who had been a thorn in her side since the day she had been stolen by the brewer.

After a full ehn of silence the crowd broke out with a roar of approval, and men rushed out to remove the dead body of the Red. Larl sauntered over to where Dominick’s box was, and dropped with splayed knees to the sand. “I hope I have made you proud, my Master,” she offered with her those blood, and sand covered globes of flesh rising and falling heavily. He didn’t say a word, but she could see just a hint of a grin at the corner of his lips.

There came a male slave running over to her, and he snapped a leash to her collar and tugged, forcing her up onto her bare feet. He led her off of the sands just as two pit slaves where entering to fight. She was brought to a pen, and he unleashed her, and told her to stay as she was until either her Master came for her, or sent instructions as to what she was to do. She stood in the pen which was beneath the arena sets, and she could hear the cheering of the crowd. A female slave approached the pen, and held out a cup of water for larl, and larl could see that her hand was shaking. She ambled over to the slave, and reached out to take the cup from her hand, and as soon as she did the slave drew her hand back swiftly.

As she drank the water it dawned on her. She would now have the reputation of being a killer. Yes, she had killed for Dominick before, but it had been a secret. Now, what she was, or could be forced to do was no longer just their secret. Undoubtedly the outcome of the fight would spread through the city like a wild fire. There would probably be offers to have her fight others, but she was not a fighting slave. No, she was just a slave who would do anything to keep her spot with her Master. If that meant killing for his amusement, then so be it.

Rented Flesh (Part One)

Arising one morning she was grasped by the arm by one of her Master's men and told she was being rented out to someone per the Brewer's command. At first larl said nothing, but as soon as he snapped the leash to her collar (of which was still a plan band of steal with no markings that the Master put on her when her old house collar was removed...Brewer never having put his own about her throat) and tried to lead her from the room she lifted her hands, and frantically tried to unhook the leash. Bare feet planted to the floor as she leaned back into a position that looked as if she were trying to sit down in a chair.

"No please! I'll be good! Tell him I'll be good!" she cried out as the guard yanked on that long length of leather to pull her off balance so she can flying forward and right smack into him. Grinning down at her he reached around and grasped a handful of ass. "You best be good to the Man I am bring you to or the Brewer, your Master, might beat you senseless. She was nude as she had just awoke, and she begged to be allowed to put her silks on, and the guard refused.

Larl was led through the brewery, and out into the street where lar torvis was just beginning to rise in the morning sky. She lifted a hand to shield those obsidian pools as the cool morning air enveloped her statuesque form. Pillowy breasts jiggled and bounced as the sleek muscles of her tone legs flexed beneath caramel hued flesh. When they arrived at their destination which seemed as if it were just one block over from 6th street high heavy doors made of tem wood creaked open. The court yard of the house was lavish, and full of greenery which was a stark contrast to the street just outside that was paved in cobblestone and dusty.

A man stepped from the house and larl was forced down to her knees by her Master's guard. She went down without her usual grace and sensuality, but instinct had her adjusting quickly. She tucked her bare feel under the curve of her ass and slowly parted those shapely thighs. The sun caught the natural highlights of her long, lustrous mane as it spilled down her bare back. The man that had stepped from the house remarked, "Yes, she is the one." One what? She had never seen this man before! She raked her brain trying to recall if she had ever served him before.

Brewer's guard chuckled his reply, "The Brewery ask that he not maim her, but other than that he is free to do with her as he pleases." He? Larl quickly surmised that the man she was now kneeling before in a bawdy pose of nadu wasn't the Master who had rented her. It was about then that she lifted her small chin, eyes squinting against lar torvis. A figure moved away from the balcony just as she peer up at it.

Brewer's guard reached down and smoothed his hand over the crown of her head, "Remember that you are to be found pleasing slut." With that said, he unsnapped the leash from her collar, and turned to make his way out of those tall heavy wood doors that led back out to the street. When the closed that creaking noise drove home the fact that she was now in a strange place, and had just heard that whoever it was that had rented her basically was given carte blanche. The Master before her snapped his finger, and indicated to her to rise. "Follow me slut," he instructed as he turned, and climbed a few steps that ran the entire length of the house. From the court yard she moved into the house which had an open air feel.

As they passed through various rooms she noted that all the windows and doors were open to let in the natural light. larl seemed to relax, and her curious nature had her gaze drifting over the walls to spy large paintings of exotic settings. There were plush rugs, and birds in cages in cages somewhere off in another room. They climbed a three flights of stairs before he led her to a room, and carefully opened the door. "I suggest you get ready to beg....no....make that plead." His words were followed with a grin that made the blood in her veins run ice cold. No sooner than she had stepped inside the doors were drawn shut, and she was left alone--or so she thought.

To be continued.

Killing for Him

Moving through the warehouse she made her way to the front part where the tavern section was. She was carrying within her hand a small vial with the skull, and cross bones on it. Entering the servery she carefully drew down a footed bowl, and filled it with sul paga--Marcus' favorite drink. Uncorking the vial she poor the contents of it into the bowl, and then gave it a swirl. Before leaving to make her way to Marcus' room she discarded the vial in the trash, and made sure that she pushed it to the very bottom. Taking up a rep cloth, and she cleaned her hands as she looked to the bowl. Thus far she had not lost her nerve, but what she would do when she was actually face to face with Marcus was yet to be seen.

Taking up the bowl of sul paga she moved through the warehouse to his room. The cloak she was wearing swirled about the slim ankles of her bare feet with each whispery step taken. She had to make sure that no one seen, or heard her because if she were caught she would be probably be killed herself, and Dominick told her that he would not be able to do anything to help her. Stepping up to Marcus' door she eased it open, and slipped into his room. With that bowl in one hand she closed the door, and looked to Marcus--and offered him a easy smile--unbeknownst to him that smile was coming from the one who was suppose to kill him.

Marcus was sitting in his chair at his desk, and when she entered a smirk formed upon his lips as he raped her with his eyes. "I see you've come back for more of what I gave you the other night slut," he taunted her. As she gazed at him with obsidian pools from across the room--that poisonous bowl in her hand--she suddenly lost her resolve. She couldn't kill Marcus. She may not loved him anymore, but she just couldn't go through with it. "Yes Master," she offered in a sensual tone of voice as she moved to where he was. She set the bowl to the edge of his desk, and then stepped close to him, and descended to her knees. The cloak she was wearing pooled about her nude form, and she casually flipped it open so she could have unobstructed movement.

She was about to confess to him what she had been sent to do, and that she couldn't go through with it. She was going to tell him to escape tonight, because if he remained Dominick would have him killed. Lush lips parted, and she was about to speak when he spoke before her. "I've decided something Candace. I've decided that I am going to steal you from Dominick. We will make our way towards Tarnburg then continue on to Hochberg. From there we will set out for Klima in the Tarahi. They will never find us there, and no one knows the desert as well as I."

As she listened there was a wave a panic that washed over her. She knew full well that when Marcus set his mind to something there would be no changing it. She tried to act as if she was thrilled about what he had just disclosed to her, but her mind was racing a million pasangs a minute as she tried to think of what to do. "When are you going to do this, Master?" she asked, trying to mask the nervousness of her voice. Marcus leaned forward, and reached out to sink his fingers into her lustrous mane. Fisting those thick tendrils he drew her up into an erect kneel between his knees. "Tonight," he whispered to her before crushing his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

When he said that this was going to take place tonight she felt her heart begin to race wildly. She didn't want to be taken away from her Master! She was insanely addicted to the man, and the hold he had on her! Before, she had thought that Marcus was the only one that could make her world stand still, but now she knew that Dominick did the same thing, and so much more. Dominick was stronger than Marcus when it came to her. Although rough with her when they fucked, Marcus indulged her to much--pampered her. Dominick on the other hand did not put up with her intemperance, and she found his dominance over her titillating.

Breaking the kiss he untangled his fingers from those sable tendrils. "Now, are you going to serve me that drink, or not?" he said with a rich chuckle. Her resolve returned, and she knew she had to do what she had come to do. "Yes Master," she purred to him as she twisted, and reached up to coil slender fingers about the footed bowl. Turning to face him, she offered up the bowl of poisoned sul paga. "I was suppose to offer you this bowl of sul paga, and myself as gifts from my Master because you have served him well, and he is a gracious man."

Reaching out he took the bowl from her hands. "He has no idea how gracious he is. I will accept his gift, but I'm not going to release you. Tonight, I am going to steal you from him, just as he stole you from me," Marcus expressed before liting the bowl to his lips. Obsidian pools stared up at him as he drank down the whole bowl then lowered his hand to give her the empty bowl. Candace watched for any sign that he might feel something. All Dominick had told her is that he would die within a couple of ehns. He didn't say if it would be painful or not.

Marcus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked down at her like the cat who had just eaten the canary. "What is wrong with you slut? You are acting...odd." She continued to stare up at him, and didn't utter a single word. Then a look came over his chiseled visage, and he looked confused. He face became flush, and his mouth opened to draw a gasping breath. Then his eyes locked on hers, and she knew in that moment that he realized what she had just done. "You bitch!" he choked out, and tried to lean forward to grab her. She shuffled back on her knees to rest just out of his reach as she watched him fall to the floor out of his chair.

Then it was over. There was no movement from him--no sound. A delicate hand lifted to cover her mouth as ebon brows furrowed. Kings! What had she done?! Quickly she drew herself up with the empty bowl in hand, and made her way to the hearth where there was a fire burning. Getting rid of the evidence she tossed the bowl into the flames. She looked back at Marcus' body and an awareness set in. Dominick would be able to hold this over her head for the rest of her breathing days. He had commanded that she kill, but he could very well say that he never made such a demand.

Slipping from the room she quickly, and silently made her way back to her Master's private quarters. She had not been the first slave to ever kill a person, and probably wouldn't be the last. It was done. Marcus was no more, and this would please Dominick as he didn't want another man to hold the kind of sway over her that her former, and now dead lover had. In killing Marcus she had killed any chance of ever escaping the grasp of the Brewer. She was more Dominick's than ever before, and it would be this secret that will bind her to him more than anyone would ever know.

Forced to Face My Past--Marcus

The walk to Master Marcus' chambers was long, and the closer I grew the slower my feet moved. Marcus had not touched me since before I was stolen from him while under his watch. He had plans--we had plans. He was going to purchase me from the house with his coin, and the coin I earned while with him that the house did not no about, but all of that changed the night Master Dominick stole me for himself. That night changed my life, and now I am being made to face my past; to face Marcus.

When I reached his room, and pressed open the door, I found him, Marcus, sitting cross legged at a low table. I tried to gauge to look upon his visage, but I found it was like stone. Lowering to my knees I crawled to him just as my Master commanded. My bare breasts dangling lewdly beneath me as my hands, and knees moved across the tems. When I reached him I dipped my head lower, forearms pressing flush to the floor as my hair brushed about his sandaled feet.

"I have come to beg your rape, Master," I offered with lust dripping in my voice. Moist kisses were applied to the top of his sandaled foot as he reached his hand out, and tangled his fingers into my hair. Slowly he drug me up so that he could gaze upon my visage as he asked one question of me. "Whose whore are you now?" he asked as pensively staring into my eyes. I could not lie--I belonged to the brewer--to Dominick. He was my Master now. As much as I once loved Marcus, Dominick held a sway over me that Marcus never did.

"I am his now, Master." As soon as I uttered those words his fist tightened, and I felt a familiar burning of my scale. He leaned closer to whisper in my ear, his breath hot, and threatening. "Wrong. At the moment you are my whore. You are begging me to fuck you, and fuck you I will. You will be begging me to stop before I am finished with you...whore." That last word was hissed at me before he tossed me from him to send me sprawling backwards onto the floor.

Arising, he removed his tunic as he moved to his couch, but not before stopping to reach down, and grab me by my hair. "You better please me as you use to, slut. I'd hate to have to tell my new employer that I found you lacking." My knees scrapped across the tems as I struggled to keep up. I knew Marcus was now employed by my Master, and I couldn't help but to think how cruel a coincidence this was, or was it a coincidence at all? I have found myself in the midst of an odd dynamic between Master, and former lover.

Master Marcus first bound me to the bed face down with my arms stretched out. He took his time in whipping me while telling me how he had been held prisoner, and threatened with slavery himself. He explained how was brought back from Port Cos to Ar, and offered a deal. Dominick gave him to choice of returning to House Red Silk Dinas to explain how he had allowed their property to be stolen from him, or he could work for him as a guard. By time he was finishing telling me his tale the back of my body from my calves to the tops of my shoulders burned with fiery welts.

Tossing the whip across the floor he crawled upon the couch, and laid his body flush to mine. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against the crack of ass. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you for ahns, and if you pass out, I will revive you," he whispered against the shell of my ear as he slipped an arm under my waist, and sharply drew me up onto my knees so that my ass was perched high in the air. Turning my head from side to side my hair became entangled about my face, and I could only wait for his next touch--his next words.

He smoothed his calloused hands over the curve of my ass soothingly before I felt the pressure of that bulbous head being pressed to the lips of my pussy. "Mm, the whip still gets you wet, candace. Some things never changed," he uttered in a husky tone as he snapped his forward to bury his throbbing cock deep within me in one fluid swoop. Kings, I felt as if I moaned for a full three ehns as he just held onto my hips, and ground his without a backwards, or forwards movement. It was as if he was becoming familiar with an old friend.

Marcus fucked my pussy from behind, grabbing my hair like reins to yank my head back. With his free hand he reached over to release my bounds. He growled as he shifted the angle of his hips, and drove into my cunt hard, and fast. I was on the verge of cumming when he withdrew, and tossed me over onto my back. "Get those legs up, bitch! Hold you ankles against the side of your head, and don't you dare let them go!" I could not hold back the moans, and cries--my continual begging to be fucked.

Coiling his fingers about my throat, he fed his cock to my cunt once again. I was on fire with lust, and my head was spinning. His grip kept getting tighter, and tigher, and my hands became so weak that I let go of my ankles. I was on the verge of losing consciousness when he loosened his hold, and leaned down to bite at the side of my neck. The searing pain drew me back, and I could feel the warm ooze of my own vital trickling down my neck. He drew back, and slapped me across the face. "Wake up!"

As if I were a rag doll he drew me up, and turned me around. His strong arm crushing my breasts as he guided the head of his cock against the tight star of my ass. "I'm sure you will remember this," he hissed against my ear as he thrust his cock deep into my ass. I cried out as I pitched my head back, and he grasped my face with his free hand, turning it towards him so he could rape my mouth as he had every orifice of my body.

Off, and on for another two ahns he screwed me. Taunted me with promises of what he was going to do to me when Dominick sent me to him. It would seem that, that was part of the allure of working for Dominick. The brewer had assured Marcus that he would again have my in his collar, and that he would allow him to use me. Marcus has always had an addiction to me, and he was a much a slave to Dominick now as I was.

When he was finally done with me--when he had left his mark in the form of welts, bruises, and bites upon my neck, cum on my cheek, breasts, and dripping from my body, he released me to return to my Master. I crawled from the room, and did not rise to my feet until I was in the hall. Using the support of the wall I made my way back to my Master--to Dominick. If I thought my ordeal was over, I was mistaken.

I had expected my Master to be waiting for me. I had left him in a state of arousal, and upon my return I found that he had sated his lust with Red. Red of all whores! When I went to Marcus I feared that my love for him would come rushing to the surface, and that he would make sweet promises to steal me away just as we had planned so many months ago, but none of this happened. There is still lust between use; incandescent lust, but my love...well that belongs to Dominick now.

I wanted to tell him this when I returned to his room as he command I do when Marcus was done with me, but when I found out about Red, I held my tongue. Of course I let him know I was not happy, and it landed me on the floor with my face burning from his cuff. Then Dominick explained just how much hold he held over me, and how I was going to serve him with perfection from now on.

"I do not expect you to love me, I simply expect you to do what you are told, and to serve me with every ounce of your being. In that I know you will find contentment.. even if you serve one you hate." He then continued, "If you wish for Red to never again warm my furs, you will take it upon yourself to serve me in whatever manner I wish. Quickly, and without pause. It is always for my pleasure, my larl. "

He calls me the larl, but I ask you who is truly the beast?

Escape

I was stolen away, and forced to submit to a man I had never spied before that night. Ripped from the loving arms of my handler, and my secret lover, Marcus. For four hands he pushed, and pulled me--toyed with me. At first I hated him, and loathed the ground he walked on, but little by little I found myself drawn to him. Patient, so patient. He did not force me to his furs every night, but strummed my body so that I lay aching for him. He made me crave him like a animal who has been denied drink craves water.

Now, I find myself back at house Red Dinas. One would think that I would be quite satisfied that a house would go to so much trouble to find me, and bring me back--that I, a slave, would have be thought worth so much. Yet, I cried out for him as they dragged me away. I was combative, but this they expected of me for I was bred to have a wild streak. Routine was soon established, and once again I was being groomed for the one I was bred for, yet often my mind wander to the Brewer, and I found my mouth watering.

Can you imagine what I felt when I heard that he was back in the city? At first I tried to ignore the flutter in my stomach--that tell tale sign that someone has left their imprint on you, but I couldn't for long. He had seeped into my veins, and each night he came into my dreams like a carnal beast--eyes piecing through the dark, circling me, taunting me. How many times have I awoken in a heated sweat kicking the furs from my body? Many, and now those nights are increasing in numbers. It is if my body feels the pull of him so near, and yet unattainable.

For now, the house has me under lock, and key after what happened with Marcus, but they are preparing wagons to travel to the faire. I have noticed that on occasion the gates are left open, and unattended. They underestimated the sway that man holds over me.

Tomorrow...I will escape, and to him, the brewer Dominick, I will run.