Gail smiled and gently played and massaged her tongue with his. He felt happyer then he has ever been and hoped that this could continue forever.


Ivan made a pur like growl sound as he felt her tongue lick away the juice. But he continued to suck and niddled at her neck happly.

Allie blushed at his growl and continued to lick the juice off of him. She let out a small growl of her own as he nibbled at her neck.

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She looks up and sees blood trailing down her face and into her lap. It wasn't until she saw the sign that it truly hit her she was to become a slave. She just couldn't imagine it. Free all her life then suddenly sent somewhere where that freedom meant shit. She wouldn't even be able to know what her future held from now on.

She was shuffled reluctantly by her captor into the front. Her information was given. A few words were exchanged. She stood stiffly and uncomfortably as the words rare, Naiad, and paid handsomely hit her ears. She bit the inside of her alabaster cheek. The shop owner (she wasn't sure, she just assumed) searched through a drawer and drew out a colorful collar and a handful of charms. She stiffened as the hand brushed her cheek. The man laughed at her reaction, making a comment before latching the collar around her neck and hooking the first charm on. A cross.

"I'm not your dog." She spat at the mans shoe and was pulled back with hands much stronger then her own tiny frame's. The shop owner gestured for her captor to take her into the back. They began moving towards the door and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see what lay behind it. Behind her she heard the words, "You better start barking."

She opened her eyes after a while and dragged her feet uselessly as she was paraded past cells and even more cells. Heads peeked out gawking at the newcomer. She didn't have much time to look as soon they stopped. There was a cage in front of her and her captor pushed her down, trying to shove her through its tiny door.

Her eyes widened in fear and she shook her head. "NO!" She refused. She flung her legs out and kicked against the cage in attempt to propel herself away from it. She was small and her captor went no where. The cage slammed noisily against the wall. Her captor swore. "Bitch, Hurry the fuck up. I 'haven’t got all day." Said his rough voice. She shook her head and her arm was twisted behind her back as his other hand forced her head down by the neck. Easily her head pushed through until she was in the cage. As soon as she was in she whirled around to scramble back out. The door clanged shut and locked.

A paper holding her price, species name and collar information was posted on top. She held the bar for only a fraction of a second before reaching through the crisscrossed bars on the cage door and grabbing onto her captors pant leg. "Get ‘her of me!" He let out a kick and she quickly retracted sore fingers. He walked off with the money he got from selling her. "Ass." She muttered, defeated. She knew there was almost nothing she could do now. She just couldn't believe she had been sold.

Iori's cane tapped against the stone floor as he walked. Clack, clack, clack... it set up a counterpoint to the milder, almost soundless noise of him walking. He had come to these slave pens in search of what else, a new slave. Perhaps a wild one this time, something he could tame to his will. His last, regretably shortlived slave, had been simply far too tractable. No challenge, no fun. He thought idly of the qualities of his ideal slave as he walked, glancing at the occupants of each cage he passed. Here was one too soft, here, one too wild for even his tastes. This one was good with children, but he had no use for that. He paused and considered it again. Good with children, yet a whip as well... perhaps he should take this one and drain children infront of them... No, too expensive, there were cheaper and more satisfying passtimes. He resumed his steady pace, waiting for one to catch his eye...

Alora sat demurely in the center of her cage. She would do nothing until someone displayed interest. Cause no trouble, recieve no beatings, be sold all the faster. She had no worries that she would be bought, this was a busy market and she was in many ways the ideal slave. Demure, obedient, tractable and she could even be trained to fight in the ring. She blinked slowly, identifying and cataloging every noise she heard. Soon, soon she would be sold, and then she would see. Oh yes, she would see.

Iori paused and approached the slave that had spoken to him, he did not speak to her yet, instead evaluating her with a long look. He took in her collars and her overall appearance with a level gaze before the corner of his mouth twitched upwards slightly. Perhaps there was some amusement potential here after all. The cyan indicated that she could be manipulated, despite her anger, and the whip simply added to the challenge. "What is your name?" he asked suddenly, his voice light and uncaring, as though inquiring the time of day.

Alora glanced over at the exchange that was happening nearby with mild curiosity. She said nothing, but recorded everything she heard for later in case it might be useful.

Ivan smiled when he heard her growl and continued to nibble on her neck happly

Drew just entered the slave market and was looking around for a good slave. He wanted one that would cause much trouble for him but he knew that would be hard to find. As he walked around looking for one he couldn't help but feel a little bit sad for them. But they where slaves, they where nothing compared to him and they didn't need his sadness. He saw a slave being sold just down the hall and smirked a little bit.

Iori inclined his head slightly before grasping the man that had licked Celyse by the throat and slamming him into the ground. There was a slight crater from impact and Iori stood back slightly to avoid getting blood on his clothes. He then took the leash from the startled guard and handed him a pouch of money. He then turned to address the guards. "The moment I declared my intent, she should have been treated as my property. If I had required you to beat her, I would have informed you. A forgivable mistake. But no one manhandles that which belongs to me." The last few words turned into a snarl as his lips rose over lengthed incisors, displaying them for a brief moment. Within seconds his impenetrable veneer was back in place. He pulled a silken handkerchief from a sleeve and used it to carefully clean from Celyse's face any trace that the guard had ever touched her before discarding it carelessly on the now fallen man. "Use that to clean yourself if you can." He stated simply and with that he turned and coolly walked away, tugging slightly on the leash to get Celyse to follow.

Alora watched the entire spectacle with a slightly raised eyebrow. There was obviously more to this man then he let on. She actually pitied the girl who had just been bought. She personally prefered a life in which she knew what to expect. She watched the guards cautiously approach their fallen companion and almost smiled. Karma was a beautiful thing.

Drew stoped walking when he came to a slave that was also watching waht was going on with the other slave. THe slave looked good and she seemed different from the others. He stayed there for a little bit and started to lean on the cage to continue to watch what was going down the hall. He smiled when he saw the one guard get taken out. "he got what he had comeing" he said softly to himself and conpletely forgot why he came here to get for a second.

Alora glanced up at the man leaning on the cage. "He did." she aquiescied, "But most slavers act in a similar manner. So couldn't you say that most people here deserve that?" The looked at him levelly.
((OOC: Sorry, have to go. Be back tomorrow.))

Drew smriked "yeah your right about that and I have seen this kind of thing many times. But I still love to watch it since it is so much fun" he said softly then looked at the Girl in the cage. "but then again I was raised by slave merchents so I am use to eveything about this kind of place. But not you, you seem different" he said as he looked at her and absent mindedly flicked at the weak points on the cage bars that made them bend a little bit. "now tell me something, how long have you been here and what can you do?" he said as he flicked at the bars.

Alora bowed from her position on the floor. "I can read, manage a business, sew, care for children or infirm and have some basic healing abilities. I can do whatever is required of me. I have not been here long, perhaps a week or two, but I have been a slave for many years." Alora returned her gaze to the man and glanced dubiously ate the bars that were bending "But sir, if you were born into the slaving business, why do you enjoy seeing other slavers attacked? If I may ask of course."

Iori glanced at Celyse to ensure she was keeping up. It was only a minute before they were outside the slaving pits. It was still night out, but any could see that dawn was beginning to approach. He tugged the leash slightly to spped her up as they approached his carriage. The door was already being held open and he gave not even a nod to his servant as he stepped in. He had long before come to expect such things as his due and would tolerate nothing less then perfection, except of course from his latest slave, for after all, that was what made it worthwhile. He sat on one of the plush velvet seats and indicated to Celyse that she could take the opposite one. There were heavy drapes over both windows and the interior of the carriage was styled in very dark greens and black. Iori waited for Celsye to sit, watching her carefully with a slightly predatory gaze.

Drew shrugged "I dont know, I just do." he said softly as he looked at her. She seemed nice and before he could stop himself said "But dont call me sir, my name is Drew" When he realized what he just said he was shooked. He remembered that he was tought that slaves should call you master, not by your first name. But That never felt right to him so he just let it go.

Drew looked at her and shook his head. "No I dont, I am actually looking for a personal servent and don't have any other slaves." he said as he looked at her "for some odd reason I dont like to have many slaves even though I was raised around many of them. But then again I cant remember half of my life so maybe it has something to deal with that" He said as he looked at her "but that is besides the point and how would you like to come with me?" he asked as he looked at her.

Drew smiled at her and flicked at the lock on the cage. THe lock broke and he opend the door. But then one of the guards came over and saw that he was looking at the slave and smiled. "you need to pay for her" he said in a rought tone. Drew nodded and gave him some money. "do you want a leash for her?" he asked as he pulled one out for him. Drew shook his head "no, I trust her." he said then Looked at Alora and held out his hand to her to help her out of the cage. "by the way I never got your name."