10-04-2009, 01:54 PM
Michal reached down and began to absentmindedly stroke his fur. "So you dont remember anything from your time before a slave? Nothing? How old were you? How old are you now?" Michal asked, his hand also undoing his harness as he stroked him and spoke, smoothly undoing the straps or simply cutting through them.
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Silvia silently followed briskly on all fours. Instead of actually running on her hands and knees, she was light and agile enough to sprint along on the tips of her fingers and toes while Kase walked behind Kaylee, staring at her with unsure eyes. On the one hand, she had bought him and thought she owned him. He didnt want to be owned by anyone, he was not a pet god damn it!
But on the other hand, she had offered him the first real food he had even been allowed to sniff in weeks and even punished that horrible trader and allowed him to walk up right and talk, at least a little. He looked down at Silvia, who had quickly given him the jerky he now held in his hand when they had both escaped their cages. He wondered how she felt about this, since she was a model slave, but a kindhearted person
Before he knew it they were nearing their destination and he knew he had to ask at least one more thing, just to test if she really didnt mind him speaking words. Deciding not to become hostile, at least not yet, he asked, "Um...may I ask what the rules are?" A harmless question, at least thats what Kase thought, though he still tensed as he waited for an answer, knowing that a familiar back hand might soon find his face if he wasnt ready for it.
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Sarah stared at Krad with frightened eyes and curled up even more in her corner. Many slavers knew common weak spots for whatever they sold, and an Elf's was most defiantly their ears. Stroking them softly had much the same effect that it had on cat ears, calming them and bringing to them innocent and comforting pleasure. But wiping, cutting, hitting or twisting their sensitive tips could break wills and bring them to their knees easily enough. Sarah, being an elf, knew this and quickly covered her ears in fright, knowing they were terribly exposed.
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Silvia silently followed briskly on all fours. Instead of actually running on her hands and knees, she was light and agile enough to sprint along on the tips of her fingers and toes while Kase walked behind Kaylee, staring at her with unsure eyes. On the one hand, she had bought him and thought she owned him. He didnt want to be owned by anyone, he was not a pet god damn it!
But on the other hand, she had offered him the first real food he had even been allowed to sniff in weeks and even punished that horrible trader and allowed him to walk up right and talk, at least a little. He looked down at Silvia, who had quickly given him the jerky he now held in his hand when they had both escaped their cages. He wondered how she felt about this, since she was a model slave, but a kindhearted person
Before he knew it they were nearing their destination and he knew he had to ask at least one more thing, just to test if she really didnt mind him speaking words. Deciding not to become hostile, at least not yet, he asked, "Um...may I ask what the rules are?" A harmless question, at least thats what Kase thought, though he still tensed as he waited for an answer, knowing that a familiar back hand might soon find his face if he wasnt ready for it.
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Sarah stared at Krad with frightened eyes and curled up even more in her corner. Many slavers knew common weak spots for whatever they sold, and an Elf's was most defiantly their ears. Stroking them softly had much the same effect that it had on cat ears, calming them and bringing to them innocent and comforting pleasure. But wiping, cutting, hitting or twisting their sensitive tips could break wills and bring them to their knees easily enough. Sarah, being an elf, knew this and quickly covered her ears in fright, knowing they were terribly exposed.
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