04-02-2009, 11:54 AM
Alexander was in his room, dressed in only his chain mail as he disrobed, sweating from his training. He sat down on the bed and scratched his pets ear and nodded "Yes, papa and Hunter are in some trouble. But do not fear, we are both strong men...and logical ones I would hope."
As if to answer his words, Hunter stepped in. As was formal, and oh so necessary in these uncertain times, Alex greeted him as a commanding officer and not as a friend. Quickly Alexander stood and bowed stiffly, before standing up straight and place his hands behind his back. "My liege, what may I do for you." He would hold the stance until Hunter put him at ease or until he left. His eyes darted for a moment to Neko, who was dressed in a pretty white gown, but only that. He knew she would remember to behave as she should, but could not help but feel nervous since in these times, one failed task from a slave could get him or her hanged or burned alive.
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Elva purred gently as she lay next to Mai, ever loyal and by her side. The delicate cat girl looked up and cuddled a little closer to her mistress. "Is mistress thinking about Silvia again?" She asked innocently. Even though Silvia had done nothing but torture the poor cat slave, her death had weighed heavily on her, and still did despite the fact that it had been over a year since.
But most of all, Elva felt sad that Mai was still sad, and new that she could never fill the hole that Silvia left. "Would mistress like to tie Elva up again? Maybe it will sooth the pain." She asked, wanting to help her mistress in anyway she could. even if that meant pain to her.
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Serenity nodded and handed Axel the tail of frog with a shaking hand. She had been put to work more often than usual lately and the frail fairy was having trouble keeping up with the demand for her magic. She was currently running on almost empty, but she never complained. She could take it, for her master. "Master, may I sit?" She asked smally as she swayed a little, feeling light headed, her thighs still wet from their last love making, or rather milking of her powers. In truth the real hurt that the fair felt was in that she was becoming less of a lover and more of a slave, or rather, less of a slave and more of a tool. IT hurt her heart to think such things but she could not help it, it was a truth that was fucked into her every few hours.
As if to answer his words, Hunter stepped in. As was formal, and oh so necessary in these uncertain times, Alex greeted him as a commanding officer and not as a friend. Quickly Alexander stood and bowed stiffly, before standing up straight and place his hands behind his back. "My liege, what may I do for you." He would hold the stance until Hunter put him at ease or until he left. His eyes darted for a moment to Neko, who was dressed in a pretty white gown, but only that. He knew she would remember to behave as she should, but could not help but feel nervous since in these times, one failed task from a slave could get him or her hanged or burned alive.
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Elva purred gently as she lay next to Mai, ever loyal and by her side. The delicate cat girl looked up and cuddled a little closer to her mistress. "Is mistress thinking about Silvia again?" She asked innocently. Even though Silvia had done nothing but torture the poor cat slave, her death had weighed heavily on her, and still did despite the fact that it had been over a year since.
But most of all, Elva felt sad that Mai was still sad, and new that she could never fill the hole that Silvia left. "Would mistress like to tie Elva up again? Maybe it will sooth the pain." She asked, wanting to help her mistress in anyway she could. even if that meant pain to her.
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Serenity nodded and handed Axel the tail of frog with a shaking hand. She had been put to work more often than usual lately and the frail fairy was having trouble keeping up with the demand for her magic. She was currently running on almost empty, but she never complained. She could take it, for her master. "Master, may I sit?" She asked smally as she swayed a little, feeling light headed, her thighs still wet from their last love making, or rather milking of her powers. In truth the real hurt that the fair felt was in that she was becoming less of a lover and more of a slave, or rather, less of a slave and more of a tool. IT hurt her heart to think such things but she could not help it, it was a truth that was fucked into her every few hours.
