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Master and Slave; Amelia Ivanov's Grand Opening of the Flying Gryphon Inn
In a place where corruption and deceit are both God and Goddess, can these slaves find their salvation, or their damnation? http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/4...2fa1b8067a.jpg ::NOTE - This RP will continue to be a Master/Slave, however it has expanded it's uses to also be an inn for the weary travellers, rogues, assassins, royalty, merchants, peasants, all are welcomed here, but for a price... The higher you pay, the nicer the room::
The following is an update for what is going on in the RP (Off the top of my head at least lol some people haven't posted in awhile and I forget) Ritsuka's currently just got done making sure Hotaru is okay, Hotaru is sleeping, Roarke is in the garden with Liam, Ginger is in the kitchen with elle, there's an escaped slave who's about to regret it and let's see... Oh and Jaden is still in her cage, but she hasn't posted in awhile o.O can't say that I vouch for everyone, I try to keep track of 'em all xD Profile Skeleton Username: Name: Age: Race: Please limit to 1/2 and 1/2 if you must be more than one race =/ Personality: Rank: Master, Slave or other? Description: picture preferred ---------- RESERVED Master and Mistress Profiles Username: Amelia Ivanov Name: Amelia Ivanov Age: 26 Race: Sorceress Personality: Rather pleasant and enjoyable company, Amelia has a sadistic and greedy side that has given her a reputation as someone that you do not want as an enemy... or even a friend for that matter. Rank: Mistress Description: http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j2...20girls/73.jpg Quote:
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Username: Amelia Ivanov Name: Ritsuka Age: 16 Race: Human Personality: Quiet and can never be truely broken Rank: Slave - Owned by Amelia Ivanov Description: As the picture, but minus the ears http://lh6.ggpht.com/_mvobcuPa9QY/Rw...ss-ritsuka.png ---------- |
((i am going to join i am just working on my profile))
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((Yay! I've been craving to do one of these D: ))
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((i am in one but my character has ended up as a background character so i can't post much in it at the moment lol))
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Amelia stalked walkway that led one down the row of cages where the slaves where kept. Sometimes the poor things would come to her completely dirty and head full of lice... she hated lice and was sure to get rid of such vermin by simply having the slaves head shaved. They would, afterall, grow back their hair eventually and besides, they should feel grateful to have the lice eradicated from their heads.
She absentmindedly tugged at her emaculately clean white cloves to tighten and make sure they were securely placed on her hands, all the while her slave, Ritsuka walked up to her and gave a slight bow and keeping his gaze low, informed her of the situation taking place for which held Roarke up from coming to her when she beckoned. He knew that the knews would but her in a foul mood and hated to do so, but the situation was out of his control and someone would need to report her the news. "Mistress Amelia, Roarke had some difficulty with the slave in cage 3, so I am to inform you that the slave is currently undergoing punishment and he will be with you shortly to update you on the conditions and health of the slaves." The news put Amelia in a foul mood and she swore to herself that she'd visit the slave personally later that evening, but she had other matters to attend too. She just recently sold several of her slaves for a good profit and where now looking to break in some new slaves to the workings of her mansion for their were jobs to fill that were currently empty at the moment. "Very good Ritsuka, you may leave to take some personal time to yourself." "Thank you, Mistress Amelia." Ritsuka gave her a slight bow to show his gratitude. The sound of her name and title rolling off Ritsuka's tongue always brought just the slightest of smile to Amelia's lips. It was a smile that Ritsuka greatly cherished for it was one she gave no one but him and he lived for those moments, to see her rare smile. "I will be in the gallery if you have need of me." Ritsuka looked into Amelia's purple eyes, daring to look at her straight on before leaving for the upstairs. His heart raced as they locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact probably only a few mere moments. Amelia locked eyes with Ritsuka, a bold move for him and she knew it. For now, she'd let it pass, however, she would make him pay for it later though Ritsuka probably already knew that. He liked to test her limits, his dark eyes always betrayed a sense of strength and refusal to give in. It was one of the reasons that she refused to sell him, despite the high price that was offered. Now she turned her attention to more important matters... The maintaing of her recently aquired slaves, many of whom where quiet green. |
((please don't forget to qoute other people's profiles i don't want you to get into trouble))
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((Heh.... Ill be the slave in cage 3... thisll be interesting))
Jaden wanted to get out of the cage they had put her in. It was a terrible place to be. The other slaves had lice and dirt all over them. She herself did not. She always made sure that nothing had gotten to her like everything else to all the others. There was a male slave that was walking around the cages. When he got close to her cage, she had grabbed him and dragged him over. "Let me go." Unfortunately there were other people there that opened the cage and started to chain her up in order to punish her for her act of violence towards the male, forcing her to let him go. She fought off all the guys that were attatching chains to her and trying to take her out of the cage towards a room she could only see as a punishment type of room. A few of the people that were pulled by the chains, she knocked out with a kick straight to the jaw. They brought her down to the ground and started to chain her legs as well. Her arms, her neck and now her legs were chained as they litterally dragged her into the room for punishment for her out burst. They moved her hair, which was up in a pony tail, and sprawled her out so that she was almost hanging in and empty void from two wooden pulls. Her arms were up and away from her body, her legs were shoulder width apart as the men walked away. Another man had a whip in hand and was twirling it, getting ready to strike her with it. They said she was to get 2 sets of 5 lashes. So thats what she got. The first one had a sting of pain running through her back, the next ones pain was worse than the first. The third didnt seem too painful but she growled in pain anyways. The fourth one stung as it struck across the other three. The fifth just made her want to get it over with. Luckily it was all done. The shirt she was wearing had been torn by each crack of the whip. Her hands were gripped tightly in a fist as she awaited the next 5 lashes. They had to pause in order to take care of the blood and the shirt she was wearing. Basically they had just ripped it off of her. It was a good thing to be a female slave because they knew you couldnt show your parts to men. This philosophy came in handy, for she had always wrapped up her chest so that if her shirt ever came off from being whipped she wouldnt be showing them her body. |
((@Ameika - Neither do I O.O Thanks lol =] and very well, btw, I may add in random characters and develop them such as Roarke... I will eventually get a profile of him made up lol, and since ya'll are already accepted, if you feel the need to incorporate a new character, go ahead and do so, just be sure to email me the profiles =] I always hated waiting for the topic master/mistress to be online before I could post xD that's why I say just go ahead and do so, just email the profiles so they can be placed on the front page
@Daemon - very well lol, and I'm changing your torture position slightly... I prefer mine hanging by the wrists )) Amelia walked into the room to see Roarke bringing his arm back and then striking a female slave with everthing he had put behind it. The small cry of the slave ringing out in the medium sized room. Her blood trickled down and dripped off her toes into the drain below her. As Roarke came back for a second strike, Amelia stopped him. "That will be enough Roarke." Roarke, now aware that Amelia was in the room for the first time halt himself. The slave had given him a good kick to the jaw for which he didn't show that it had hurt for he had much worse, however he could feel the swelling already beginning and a bruise was sure to follow. The slave was a decent fighter, but however she was no match for Roarke's battle experience so though she may have overpowered the many underlings, Roarke easily over-powered her and placed her in chains. It came in handy to be part of the Demonic race for he was much stronger than the average human male. "Amelia, she still has four lashings left." He gripped the whip in his hand, straining the muscles of his well defined forearms. His piercing dark eyes showing her that he demanded that the slave get her due punishment. "My dear sweet Roarke, she will get her punishment, I can assure you that." Amelia's gaze was penetrating and instantly a wide grin grew across Roarke's masculine features. Taking his hand, he swept away the sweat from his glistening forehead and in the process, some of his black hair away from his face. "Then I will leave her with you." Placing the whip down, Roarke went to attend to the other slaves, however, Amelia stopped him when she pulled off her emaculate white glove and placed her bare hand on the side of his bruise. He could feel her useing her power to repair the broken blood vessels. It was painful to bare, for it was like getting punched repeatedly in his bruise, however in just mere moments he instantly felt better; the swelling and bruising completely gone from his face. "Thank you." Roarke gave a slight nod of his head to show his gratitude and before heading out, however before he exited, Amelia added in a parting message. "The slaves in cage 2 and 4 are infested with lice and are extremely dirty. You know how I feel about lice and filth..." Her gaze pulled away from the wounded elf hanging before her to make contact with Roarke's. "And Roarke... If I ever catch you ruining my freshly cleaned clothes put aside for the slaves again, it will be your hide that pays for the infraction." Roarke swallowed hard at Amelia's steely gaze. He knew better than to whip a slave with their clean clothing, however he had let the heat of anger and struggle rush him. "My mistake, Amelia, it won't happen again." Roarke then exited to the main show room where the slaves were kept. Turning her attention back towards the bleeding elf before her, Amelia absentmindly washed her hand and wiped it off before placing her glove back on. "Child, what trouble did you cause to earn yourself punishment?" Amelia asked as she inspected the tools of torture to the side of her, being sure she was not in direct site of the slave lest she try to pull something cute like say, spitting at Amelia. Out of all the torture devices, Amelia honestly preferred the use of a weapon of magic for which she yielded for the specific usage of torture and breaking of slaves, the Agiel. No doubt she would most likely use it before the day was over, however she would first change her clothing for the last thing she wanted was for her clean, white clothing to be dirtied by the slaves filthy blood. |
((Hanging by the wrists? okay.. o . o ))
Katie looked over at Ameilia in disgust, nothing but hatred was shown on Katie's pale face. She had watched the man beat the other girl, hoping that she wouldn't be beaten next when Ameilia had walked in. She despised her since the woman obviously thought she was better then everyone in this room. . . which she probably was.But, Katie didn't believe in slavery or that anyone should be treated like slaves. They were divided by Quality and quantity. Slaves could have quality, but they're to beaten up to be like masters. But there were more slaves then there were masters. . thus, Quantity of the slaves was very large.She move her hands a little, trying to get the shackles off of them but nothing worked. The more she tried to get them off, the more it hurt her wrists more. |
((hanging by wrists make it easier to access all areas of the body, meanwhile creating much discomfort on the shoulders/arms and making it hard to breath. You can lower the slave just low enough where their toes can touch to make sure they don't suffocate to death when you leave them for extended periods... Wow I sound malevolently evil right now o.O lol And no worries darling, I'll get to Katie soon enough... I just have to finish up with Jaden =] Or hopefully more masters/mistresses will come along :D ))
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Ella sat in the back corner of her cage, hugging her knees to her chest, her large dark eyes silently watching the movement of slaves and guards in the gloomy room. Farther away, she could hear the yells of the slave they had dragged off after she tried to fight. Even more clearly, she could hear the crack of a whip, a sound that chilled her even today, though she had not been whipped for a couple of years now.
A stately woman walked past, followed by a man that was surely a personal slave. Out of habit, Ella dropped her eyes to the ground, not wanting to be caught oogling her new mistress should she choose to look into Ella's cage. They stopped a little ways down and she could hear them talking. In fact, Ella could probably listen to them and eavesdrop if she wanted, but knew better. She knew better than to spy on the business of her master or mistress and even so, her basic survival instinct told her to not upset her current owner if at all possible, because Ella didn't know whether this woman was benevolent and forgiving or ruthless and strict, or some mixture of the two. Shortly, the woman continued on into the gloom of the holding area while the man turned around and went back to what Ella assumed as upstairs. Soon, the cries of the punished slave stopped, as did the sound of the whip. Ella was glad for that; the sound of the whip made her inwardly flinch as if she herself had been struck. She supposed that memories of repeated beatings will do that. She heard footsteps echoing down the hall and startled cries of slaves as two of them were roughly pulled form their cages to be cleaned. The guard stopped and opened her cage and Ella couldn't help swiftly glancing up at him in terror. But he only twirled a lock of her hair before remarking that she looked clean enough. Ella shivered as he grinned lecherously at her before dragging the two other slaves off. She let out a shaky breath as his footsteps faded and slumped against the back of her cage, glad that she didn't have to endure the roving eyes and hands of the guard. |
Hotaru was laying down in his cage, he didn’t give it much thought at the time. He scratched his head, right behind his ear, he might have been itchy, and filthy but he was very comfortable at the moment. He watched as the girl next to him was taken out of her cage, she really put up a fight, he even heard screaming and the sounds of a whip before it stopped.
He then watched as a girl was messed with before two other slaves were taken away, he wondered what was going to happen to them, he didn’t put to much thought behind it at the moment. His green eyes scanned over the room and the group as he whistled, his tail was moving back and forth as if it was sweeping the floor of his cell. His ears twitched every way that they could, he ran his hand through his hair, scratching his head as he did so, he saw that most people had their hair shaved off. He didn’t want that to happen to him, it took him to long to grow his hair back after the last time it was shaved off, he watched everyone very carefully. He yawned and stretched, getting settled into a more comfortable position, with every person that looked at him, he met their gaze, never looking away from them first. He smirked when he won the staring contest, he rested one of his legs on his knee, tapping his foot to an unknown beat, he then watched everyone boredly, ready to get out of his cage and do what he wanted. He scratched his head again, it wasn’t that he wanted lice, it is just he didn’t like people forcing him to do what they wanted him to do, after all he is a person just like they are and what did rank matter? |
((If there's no reply by tonight when I get back from hiking, I will move on to my other newly aquired slaves >=D ))
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((Hmmmm I thought of that one too but to open the back up, you make them hang like this.))
Jaden noticed that the woman had walked in and stopped the next couple of lashings she was about to get. Hanging from her wrists really hurt at this point. She could only stand on the balls of her feet in order to stabalize. The man was being told to stop whipping her, that she was basically going to do it herself. Or at least thats what she could tell from how the woman had said that she was going to recieve her punishment. She turned to watch the woman touch the man's face and it started to heal pretty nicely. This annoyed Jaden because she wanted the people holding her to suffer. Now he wasnt and he was leaving to wash other slaves. The woman walked up to her. She asked what she had done to deserve punishment. This just made the girl smile while she hung her head a little bit. "Oh just a little grab and snag. Then i decided to give him a shiner on his face. Thought youd like it but doesnt seem like it." The woman was too far to spit in the face of so she just decided to mock her for being her master. The thing was that she didnt see the other torture devices that were sitting on a table next to her. She couldnt really turn her head to look. "Why dont you just let me down and ill show you." The woman wouldnt let her down, she knew it. No, she would probably torture her more but then again, it showed that she wasnt going to break very easily. |
Amelia took in the elf's words, contemplating them. She ran her fingers over a small scaple as she replied.
"Such bold words... even for a slave." Amelia's purple eyes turned towards the elf with deadly intent. She knew that Roarke never issued punishment unless a slave acted and was so deserving. He didn't ration out punishment as quickly as he used for she hated having her slaves look to beaten up. It was like dirtying up and beautiful piece of art and then attempting to sell it when people couldn't really see the true worth, therefore wanting to barter down the price. Amelia would not have that. "Roarke?" She called as she looked about for him, eventually spotting shaving the head of the second slave that had been infected with lice while his men washed down the other newly shaved slave with a hose to clean her off. Roarke looked up to Amelia, a fist full of the crying male slaves hair was gripped by him as he held the slave still from squirming. Knowing that she beckoned him, he gave the head a little shove before passing the clippers to one of his men to finish the job. He wiped his hands on the sides of his jeans as he made is way towards Amelia. "Yes, Amelia?" "You may finish your work on that slave, then leave her." Roarke gave a sly smirk and nodded his head slightly, "I'll get right to it." He knew that Amelia needed to prepare herself for the task before her. No doubt Roarke would enjoy his last three lashes on the elf. To her left, she noticed a slave girl with long, beautiful dark hair whose wrists were slighly bloodied to due to her resistance, but more so to being locked on to tight. "Dear girl, we can't allow your beautiful skin to be marred in such a way." With simple magic, she allowed the bonds to be unleased. "Now if you behave, I will come by in a little bit to heal those cuts on your wrists." Her voice was like honey on the tongue, both soothing and sweet. Turning away, she went up to change into more suitable attire for the breaking of slaves. ----------------------------------------- Within a relatively short period, Amelia had changed into her skin-tight, blood red leather that would be both easy to clean, and also not have to worry about blood staining her clothing due to the already red leather. Her white hair was tied back into a secure ponytail which then braided to help avoid blood getting into hair. She never allowed a slave to be sold unbroken unless specifically asked. Amelia had gained status in the slave trade solely based on how well behaved the slaves were. Occassionally, there would be times where the new owner would have to threaten to send the slaves back in order to get them back inline and it was only once that a slave was actually sent back to her.... That slave now constantly grovelled at the feet of his current owner for fear of being sent back to Amelia and the elf would be no different. Every slave had their breaking point. Entering back into the room, she allowed the elf to see her in her full leather outfit. "What is your name?" |
((Did she let Katie down or Coras character?))
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((She just released Katie from her shackles and told her to behave ))
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((Sorry... i meant to take that away... I didnt mean to make it sound like i was snapping at your really... Im really really sorry))
Jaden watched as the woman left the room leaving Roarke to whip her some more. He lashed out the last three lashes he wanted to get in. From not being whipped for a few minutes, the first one felt like searing pain through her body. The second felt like pure hatred was put into it. The third felt like she was being torn up pretty badly. He left her to hang there for a while afterwards. She could feel the blood running down her back through her clothing and down her leg. A smile was on her face the whole time she was being whipped though it showed as if she was gritting her teeth from the pain. She hung her head forward waiting for sleep or something to come up. The man had put hatred into the lashes, or so it seemed. So what was going to happen next? She didnt know but she didnt have a choice to wait to find out. A few minutes later, the woman came back and showed herself in front of the elf. Another defiant smirk came across her lips. Before she would answer the question the woman asked she wanted to make a comment about the deep red leather outfit the woman was wearing. "I didnt know it was a costume party, miss.... I wouldve brought my own outfit." "The names Jaden to answer your question. Whats yours?" |
((K))
Katie sat on the ground,looking at her wrists."Thank you.."She said softly, seeing a boy in the cage in front of her. She wouldn't move. . .mostly because she was to scared to try to run."I'll behave.."She said quietly, turning her attention back to the boy. He looked like a neko. Not wanitng to start anything, she of course said nothing. |
Amelia's expression never changed as she flicked up her Agiel, a magical weapon that delievered the worst pain imaginable and was not only capable of cutting open ones flash and breaking bones, but also of a sudden death as well.
Walking to the girl she simply placed the Agiel on the girls side, unleashing pain that would radiate from that spot to the surrounding area of her body that was anywhere near the point of the Agiel. Amelia left the weapon on the girl so she could reveal in the torturous screams before she released it. "You will always include the title of 'Mistress' when addressing me." Walking around to Jaden's back, Amelia placed the Agiel on her lower back, directly on the spine so that the pain would it the nervous system and be felt all the way up to the base of her neck, and all the way down to her toes. The Agiel was placed on the spot for only about 10 seconds, but to Jaden, the time would feel like an eternity. "And this red leather... is so that one cannot see the blood, your blood, that will be spilt all over it." ---------- ((brb shower)) |
Liam sat quietly in his cage, his legs crossed, head bowed, and silver eyes shut. He was listening to the goings on elsewhere in the dungeon; other slaves appeared to be causing trouble or some such nonsense...
He opened an eye briefly upon hearing the introduction of the Mistress' weapon. Such foolishness...The slave upon whom the weapon was to be inflicted would be wise to simply relinquish control to Amelia immediately and retain the woman's trust to a degree; it would make it easier to escape some day, he knew... Liam shifted slightly in place, opening his eyes and unfolding his legs as he leaned back against the metal bars of his enclosure. He was larger than most of the other slaves and had, therefore, less room in which to move around. It was more comfortable to linger in his Animal form, but he felt uncomfortable changing shape with so many others awake and roaming around nearby... He glanced over to see how the other slave was holding up to the Mistress' 'disciplinary tactics'. Liam was quite handsome, though he would have been more so if he smiled more often. He seemed so standoffish with his face always set in what appeared to be a serious, condescending sort of expression. He was an imposing figure, Liam... |
Ella watched as the two slaves were stripped down and cleaned with a hose. From their startled cries, she figured that the water was probably icy cold. She shivered, glad once again that the lecherous one deemed her clean enough. Then the other guard grabbed a fistful of wet hair and began shaving it off, eliciting a fresh round of cries from the soaking wet slave. But then he was called back to the misbehaving slave to finish whipping her, and Ella physically flinched at each of the three lashes.
But then, the mistress returned, dressed differently and holding a cruel looking weapon. At the sound of fresh screams from the slave, Ella swore she could almost feel her blood curdle. She shut her eyes tight, trying to block out the sounds as best she could, but the chains that attached her arms to the cage were not long enough to allow Ella to cover her ears. Whatever the mistress was doing, it obviously involved a lot of pain. She began to feel fear pooling in her stomach. Was this woman the sadistic type? Did she dole out pain generously? Ella resolved more than ever to stay under the radar and try not to attract the attention of this woman. |
Jaden could only smile when the woman flung the weapon she was holding up for her line of sight. She walked over to her placing it on her side. The pain was unbearable. She felt like she was going to die just from the touch of it. There was a scream that wanted to escape her lips, but she only let it excape in a controlled way to save her throat. To her, her breath was slow to her and with each exhale, she screamed.
In the actual time of about 10 seconds, her breathing was quick. When she stopped, she started to speak again. This time, she spoke of her saying misstress after every sentence. This just made Jaden spit in the womans face for the pain she had just gone through. The woman put the blade to her spine. This time instead of just that one area and the area's attatched, she had hit the nerves. She could feel the pain througout her body which made her scream the whole time instead of just inbetween breaths. She couldnt believe how long it was taking for the woman to take the blade off this time. Again the woman spoke. This time about the outfit she was wearing. A slight chuckle came from Jaden before she answered. "What blood, all i feel is the pain but no marks, Mistress" She stared into the eyes of the woman that was right in front of her. How could she go through that a couple more times before finally breaking? Now she was taunting the woman? Her mind was splitting in two right now. One side wanted to just break and do what the woman said but the stronger side wanted to rebell against him. |
Still standing behind Jaden, Amelia placed the Agiel, which was a red rod that was no longer than a half a food long, and jammed it into one of the most raw of the gaping cuts that were inflicted by the whip, causing even more blood to splash onto Amelia's blood red leather. She was through with answering questions and taunts.
"You will only speak when given permission, slave." She demanded before she released Jaden of the pain of the Agiel. Amelia then instantly began pacing around Jaden, inflicting new cuts with the Agiel that splashed blood against the walls and on her leather. The first time she came to the front of Jaden, she took the Agiel and smacked it across her face, leaving only a bruise for she didn't want the elf's face to be scarred. Her pacing around Jaden continued was a torturous ten minutes all the while she found new places to place the Agiel to inflict pain... The back of the knees, the achilles tendon, the underside of the arms, the stomach, against Jaden's already burning shoulders to the the pain of holding up her body weight. Amelia continued even after Jaden's skin began taking on a pale color due to loss of blood, meanwhile, Amelia's leather was covered in Jaden's blood along with the walls and floor. ---------- ((Mwuahahahaha... I can't wait to get to Liam >=D and Ella may just make a good little slave for me to take home with me... Which gives me an idea... I just need Daemon to respond first )) |
Hotaru scratched his head before he stretched as much as he could with in the cage, flexing his digit grade feet. He then lay down on his stomach, his tail waving for a moment before it settled down along his legs, he noticed that the girl that had just been released from her shackles was looking at him. He narrowed his eyes at her, locking his gaze with hers; he wasn’t even going to let anything break his concentration except when he scratched his head once in a while because it itched.
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