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DH0123 13-Nov-21 09:32 AM

NSFW Idea - Theme of slavery but not in BDSM sense One day, just one day ago, she had been the heir to the throne. Okay, she hadn't been a perfect heir. She had been far from a perfect elf. Where her society and family valued stoicism and patience, she was a passionate woman. She knew she had big feelings and wanted close friendships. And the royal court was... well, it was hard. Much as everything had to be viewed as proper. There was always a pecking order. People were always talking. Points were always scored. Everyone was trying to climb the order. Get closer to the king and queen. Get closer to the princes and princesses. And... well, that was where the problems had started for her. A day ago, her life, as she knew it had ended. It had been a cruel practical joke by her brother and best friend. But it had made her lose control. And when she lost control... Well, her magic came out. Her magic lost control. And there had been... deaths. Even now, the image of her tutor, the general who had been the only one to show her unconditional care being incinerated by her own power was still in her mind. The collar at her throat, the leash clinked. Reminding the princess just how far she had fallen. Her brother had moved quickly. The heiress to the throne had been arrested. And then it was agreed that she was too dangerous. She was a threat. She needed to be removed. But not forever. Discussion back and forth on what to do with her. She was present but magically gagged. A final agreement. A magical form of slavery. Her fate and destiny was to be tied to a mortal. Submissive, to support them. It would teach her humility. How to serve. That would give her time. Then, she could return to elf kind with the control and emotional maturity to serve her people. But, her brother's true game was revealed when he made sure to alter the contract, and arranged to sell her to an orc. The big 8 foot tall brute, with glasses of all things, seemed reluctant to buy her at first....

DH0123 13-Nov-21 09:40 AM

But then looked into the princess' eyes for a long while. He seemed to see something, and nodded. Coin was exchanged, a magical, unbreakable contract in blood was formed. And then, a collar, magical in nature, formed around her neck. A leash on it. Only the pair of them could touch it. But until the orc died, it would always be there. Almost all her royal regalia was gone. Only one thing was left. A tiara. Her personal tiara. It wasn't part of the familial wealth but her own. Other than that, she had on some ridiculous almost shear shift. Her brother had arranged for her to be sold as a sex slave. Aware of his physical needs, desires and safety. Even now she was very much aware of the looks he kept on sending towards her legs. But weirdly, the simple minded orc seemed to have his urges under control. Fleck the orc was cursing himself. He adjusted the glasses on his nose and looked into the bright eyes of the elf princess across from him. The pipe held in his mouth. He was so far out of his depth it wasn't funny. He hadn't listened to his mother's advice. Stay away from elves. He'd come to the monarchies to study old magical mysteries. But humans would play games. But if you won they'd generally take it well. If not you'd know about it and have time to run. But elves... they were so stoic. But their political games were so dangerous. He'd heard about the fire. The collapse of the palace. And had come to see what it was about. And then, he'd been given a choice. Jail, or buy this princess. He'd almost chosen jail. He had no want to get involved in slavery or royalty. But something stopped him. He'd looked into those same eyes. And seen the pain. The hurt. And he realised that buying her would be a blessing for her. She may never see it. But she needed something no elf could ever give her. But, well, she would never accept it. So. Here he was. And now, he could feel the anger, burning hotter than the fire over at him.

He coughed. And looked up at her, his brown eyes looking over the bowl of stew he was eating. A far cry from the meals she was used to. But it was heaty. He had a couple of stein's of ale poured. And a pipe of some sort of musty tobacco product he was smoking. "What is your name? Your brother never said." He asked. Trying to make a connection. He understood their fate was bound together. And he wanted to try and get off to a start. Make some sort of connection.

(Looks! Him but with glasses:

Etonia Va'lace BOT 15-Nov-21 04:01 AM

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Etonia Va'lace BOT 15-Nov-21 12:40 PM

I stare at the ork across from me silently, seething at this animal that now owns me. The last thing I expect is civility, much less manners. I didn't expect to see a pipe, or glasses on a violent, murderous brute, either. "I am not your friend, ork, you don't have to act pleasant. We both know why you bought me." I snap, not caring if I was now, legally, the property of this creature. Or not understanding what that means. I stare boldly at him, every bit the indignant royal I was. Proud, confident, self assured, my single day in chains had done little to quell my superiority complex. And with the gag on my powers, I didn't have to worry about loosing control again. I could be angry, lash out, react, and so far had no reason not to be.

reddeR 15-Nov-21 05:23 PM

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DH0123 16-Nov-21 03:58 AM

Fleck rolled his eyes as he felt the anger rolling off the woman sitting across from him wash over him. The indignant energy filling the space between them. You were beautiful. The soft pale hair. The beauty. Sadly right now you couldn't see beyond the pain of your own situation to think long term. So he had to do it for both of them. "Etonia. I didn't put you in this position. I didn't sell you off. And I sure as hell don't need some angry princess just glaring at me the whole time." He puffed on the pipe, holding the clay in his large hands as he just looked at her. The small tusks showing in the light of the fire. "Can we table this for now? If you don't want to hear my reasons for what I did then I won't share them. Do you want to eat? Or do you want to sleep? And how do I get rid of this damn gag on your powers? I know elves don't understand wild magic. It won't last forever. And if you keep on being this angry it won't hold them back." Bloody elves. He thought to himself. A frustration she could sense through that connection they shared. Bloody elves and their bloody ideas of emotional hygiene. It fucked every damn one of them up. It fucked the commoners, who had to deal with the bullshit from the nobles and royals. It fucked the nobles up. A few noble elves had wound up running away and winding up with the orcs. Everyone of them was a neurotic mess that needed months of careful help and work. And he wasn't good at that shit. He was a historian and arcane scholar for crying out loud. And now, he didn't just have a noble. He had a damn angry princess dumped in his lap. Good heavens. "Are you hungry?" @reddeR

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Etonia Va'lace BOT 16-Nov-21 12:08 PM

mark one against him. He says he wasn't told my name, but obviously he lies. I can't trust him. Not that I had considered it in the first place. The reminder of food was unnecessary, it was right in front of me, I could see and smell his meal just fine. If he was trying to play some sort of cruel joke, or force me to beg, he would find it much more difficult that that. Even if I hadn't eaten since before it happened. I hadn't wanted to eat. I still didn't want to. My anger wavers as once again I see the general, his beautiful smile, his eyes that were so hard until they lit on me. His strong arms, always so gentle when he held me. Gone. By my hand. As much as I don't want to give this orc the satisfaction, I can't maintain my anger. This pain is stronger, and clutches my heart with an icy grip. My anger, which I'd carefully been building up just for this moment, crumbles under the weight of my guilt and grief. "Do not - the gag must stay!" I insist, lowering my head as my defiance and determination crumbles. If this orc wants to die, let it be at someone else's hand. I can't be responsible for more death. Not even this Ork. More blood on my hands would only serve to prove I'm the monster my brother said I am. Not that it needs more proof. "I can't be trusted. The gag must remain." This is what I deserve. What right do I have to be angry at them? My brother saw me for the danger I am, the uncontrollable power that destroyed everything I loved. He sold me to the most fitting purchaser. A monster, like myself.

Still, the inconsistencies between this creature before me and the lore I've learned about such animals is unsettling. Orks raiding, killing indiscriminately, terrorizing men and elves and any other people they find. Somehow I'd never imagined they would do so wearing glasses. He seems less a monster than myself. Why would he purchase me? What business did an ork have, even coming here? The enmity between our races has always been enough to deter orks from coming so far to elvish lands. Elves have not forgotten these brutes, elves do not forget the things lessons of the past. Why, then, was he even near when my brother sought to humiliate and shame me more? And how long do orks even live, anyway?

DH0123 16-Nov-21 12:35 PM

The reaction that the Elf gave to the suggestion of removing the gag confused him. He frowned at her a long moment. The pain and anger were easy to understand. Yes, he'd bought her. Yes, there weren't many ways to look at that. And she clearly wasn't in a place to hear that he did it to save her life. Even though it was clear and obvious that her brother was going to do so much more. But she had wild magic. And it wasn't the first thunder mage he'd seen. He remembered his mother's best friend being a wild thunder mage. Yes, they were a little unpredictable. And if they chose vengeance you never knew if you were going to get pranked or smited. But they weren't any more or less dangerous. "What do you mean you can't be trusted? What are you driveling on about? You're a thunder mage. Its not like you're some scorpion or something. Just a wild mage." He couldn't understand what she was going on about. He sat back in his chair and pulled out the copy of the contract her brother had left him with. He started to read through it. Ignoring most of it. He wasn't looking at the parts he never intended to exercise. "OKay, so the gag... right. We need to do some goofy ass ritual over a campfire with some... what? Blood and... what is moon bile?" He looked up at her. "Why do you elves always have to be so cryptic about everything?" He frowned at her through his glasses. "Look, I know you think we're savages. Guess what. I'm not. I'm smart. I like puzzles. You're going to have to get used to that I guess. But why do you have to come up with such weird names for everything?" @reddeR

Etonia Va'lace BOT 16-Nov-21 12:47 PM

"you don't understand, Ork, the gag is for your protection, not mine!" I retort, determined not to help. I can't help eyeing the contract, the document sealing my fate to this creature for the duration of his life. The document I'd never seen. His words sink in slowly. "You like...puzzles?" I ask incredulously. What sort of murderous brute likes puzzles? What had my brother gotten me into?

DH0123 16-Nov-21 12:56 PM

Fleck looked up from the contract and walked over to offer the contract to her. "Yes. I do. I'm part of the council of Arcanists and historians. A small commune or orcs who help each other. We support one another in solving mysteries, puzzles, histories and try and figure out how magic works. That's how I know you aren't a danger. You're just a wild mage who hasn't had anyone actually teach her how to tame her magic." He sighed, and shook his head. "And no one showed you this. Well, have a look at it. And if we're travelling together. You're not having that magic on gag. Because wild mages are... well, no gag lasts forever. You're a... you're like a spring. You're a source of magic. It flows from you. And spreads out. You'll only be a danger to me if we leave that gag in place. So here is what we're going to do. You're going to help me take off that gag. Then, if you would be so kind. You're going to take all that anger and hatred you're feeling. You're going to walk into that field and just scream. Sound fair?"

Etonia Va'lace BOT 16-Nov-21 01:49 PM

I take the contract and begin to read. Each line sinks into my heart like ice. My brother has ensure there are no loopholes to exploit, no way around this sentence. I've been neatly removed as a threat to his position in court, and left with no claim to my titles or inheritance. And bound by blood magic to this Ork. I'm left with no rights, not even to my own body. I've been sold as an object, to be used however my owner sees fit. The only mercy granted is that I cannot be sold again, the contract is non transferable. I return the page, my hand shaking as I offer it back. A strange buzzing fills my mind, a numbing, cold sensation. I'd known I was sold as a slave, but seeing the contract, the precise detail with which my future was laid out, was different. It made it more real. I am a slave. I belong to this Ork. "Yes, Master, if that is your wish." I respond, in complete subservience, as the contract required. Noncompliance, as per the agreement, is expected to be met with punishment, also detailed in the contract. The only blessing is that this numbness leaves no room for grief.

DH0123 16-Nov-21 02:01 PM

Hearing those words, those dead submissive words caused his brows to knit into a furrow. He looked at her as her hands shook. He picked up the contract and threw it at the fire. It didn't burn. But it lay there. He glanced it at, and grunted in annoyance. Then he looked back at you as you sat in front of him. "Etonia. Don't give me that fucking crap. You are not some submissive slave. I don't want that. I don't need that. If you want to see an angry orc... or how do you elves pronounce it? Ork? Running around tearing shit apart. Call me Master one more time." "Slavery is wrong. We have a saying... a war cry. No Lords. No Masters. We will not be fooled again. I am not your Master. Whatever that contract says. Whatever magical bond that dick created to get you out of his hair. Whatever I agreed to keep you alive. To keep us both out of some torturous jail cell. You are not my slave. Nor will you ever be. Do you understand?" He was angry now. HIs red eyes bright, the glasses reflecting the fire. A fire that did burn in his eyes. BUt then he stepped back. And held out his hand. "Now, take my hand. And come with me." He left the contract in the fire still. Knowing that whatever magic made the bond was protecting it. "We are going to ungag that power. I know about wild magic. More than your brother does. We're going to leave here. And you're going to learn to control it. You're going to learn about yourself. And you're never going to call me that again. Do you understand?"

Etonia Va'lace BOT 16-Nov-21 02:58 PM

I look up at you in disbelief, certain you either didn't understand, or thought I was a fool. The contract was binding. As binding as the collar around my neck. I understood the contract, though. I wouldn't let myself become complacent. Within your emotional tirade were several direct orders. As much as you might deny it, your own signature was proof that you indeed owned me. Whatever your reasons, your beliefs, your intentions, your purpose, the contract ensured that I was your property. Your slave. I could resist, but knowing my brother, the consequences would be harsh. A slave must follow orders. I reach for your hand, following you without a word, until my introspective thoughts stumble upon a question I can't answer. "Do you think that counts as a proper command? Ordering me to learn to control my power? Is it valid?" I ask, afraid to let myself dwell on it to long alone and create false hope.

Etonia Va'lace BOT 25-Nov-21 12:48 AM

"because what if I can't? What if I'm not able to carry out an order? Would it be insubordination, to be unable to carry out an order?" I know perfectly well that slavery is wrong, but this servitude seems like fitting pennance for what I did. I deserve this. More, I deserve to be truly enslaved, treated as an object, abused, degraded, and more. Nothing could atone for it. I could never forgive myself. Being sold to an ork was shame on a level I had never experienced. As much as I felt it was deserved, I get a base form of satisfaction in refusing to diverge from the terms set forth in that contract. This ork didn't want a slave? It was almost insulting. I would be his slave, make him adhere to the contract. He would not look on me as an equal. My own actions had caused the death of the one elf I loved. I would take my consequences, embrace them, bring them into my heart. The ork's reservations would not disallow me to have this. Slavery is wrong, but murder is wrong, also. If someone else had done this, my reaction would have been swift and harsh. I would have made them beg for this collar. I would have been merciless. That it was done by my own hand makes no difference. This is what I deserve.

reddeR 04-Dec-21 10:01 AM

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DH0123 04-Dec-21 11:01 AM

He took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze. "You only ask that because you don't know what you are. What is inside you. You're a source of magic. A font. Its wild. Bound to your feelings. Your emotions. And so when your emotions overwhelm you your magic does as well." He shook his head. "And no, the solution to learning it isn't to just control your emotions more. Its about understanding yourself. And how you are. What you are, so much better. Come on. Get up to your feet." He gave her a pull. "What do you need? Some task master? I'm afraid that isn't what you're going to get. You have an orc. Fuck. You're a slave to an orc. Hell. That's not good at all. Well, fuck it. We'll figure out together what the hell that all means." He turns, and pulls her towards the bed. Walking through the night towards the fire, pulling you behind him. "You'll call me by my name, Fleck. And not Master. We will start there. And if you start to feel your emotions, anger, happiness, or anything, starting to build up. Tell me. Please?" @reddeR

Etonia Va'lace BOT 04-Dec-21 01:22 PM

"Fleck?" I repeat, following wherever you lead without resistance. Until I see that you are leading me toward to bed. My eyes widen, cold grips my heart. I read the contract, I know it is required of me, but I hadn't thought it would be so soon! You want to know if I have emotion build up? "Now!" I gasp, "I have emotion building up now!" I look at the bed you are pulling me toward, pulling me easily, despite my growing resistance. All you need do is tug, my steps are forced from me. I try to pry tour fingers from my hand with my free hand, but I cannot even begin to loosen your grasp.

reddeR 04-Dec-21 01:22 PM

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DH0123 06-Dec-21 04:11 AM

He turned to look at you then. Frowning at you. Confused. THen his eyes widen and he shakes his head. One large green hand moving to press over his face. "No, that's...." He shook his head. Realising his own mistake. And just finding this whole situation just all the silly and crazy. "I'm not going to do that to you. Just lie down, Etonia. I'm not going to rape you. You need to sleep. You're tired. Exhausted. And you need to rest. So, go lie down. And I'm going to sleep over here." He pushes you towards the bed then moves to go and sit down on a chair himself. She was going to be the death of him, he told himself. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want anything like that. I just... fuck, I don't even know what I want. But not this." @reddeR

Etonia Va'lace BOT 06-Dec-21 11:04 AM

I stand there a moment, wondering if this is some sort of trick. Whether it was or not, I was given an order. That's what I must adhere to. I make my way to the bed slowly. It's much easier to do without Fleck pulling me. I lay down on the bed, on top of the covers, and curl up around myself. This isn't how this is supposed to work. The slave should not be on the bed, while the Master sleeps in a chair. That doesn't make any sense. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind of the fog that seemed to be creeping in. I don't want to sleep. I don't know what will happen if I sleep. I keep my eyes on you, watching you for any sign of...what? Movement? Do I expect you to lunge at me, suddenly becoming the violent animal I'd been taught orks are? Looking at you, I honestly can't see you doing that. You are the farthest thing from and ork I could imagine. About the only thing that matches is the green. My eyes slide closed against my will. I see you, in my mind, sitting there smoking your pipe. The general had smoked a pipe. My brother hated it, but I'd always found the scent to be comforting, soothing. A reminder of my beloved.

reddeR 07-Dec-21 05:38 AM

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DH0123 07-Dec-21 06:05 AM

Fleck remained where he was though. He didn't approach you. He didn't take advantage of you. He remained true to his word and did not approach you. He didn't take advantage of his position of power. The orders he could give. And he did not take the bed. He didn't touch her. Instead as you fell asleep you could see him smoking and reading. He watched you fall asleep and let out a sigh shaking his head. You were going to be a lot of work, he told himself in his mind. But... well, the contract was signed. And it was too late to back out now. Everything was committed. He looked at paper in the fire. It was completely untouched. It wouldn't be broken by that. His chest heaved. He stood up and pulled out a mat. Unrolling it he lay down himself. And placed his hands behind his head. Looking up at the sky. Thinking to himself. What was he going to do. You would wake up first. THe contract in the ashes of the fire. Untouched. But he was there. Sleeping peacefully. The pipe resting on his chest. One large hand there, the other behind his head. @reddeR

Etonia Va'lace BOT 07-Dec-21 06:44 AM

I lay there looking at you while you sleep, wondering what the future has for me. You could have forced yourself on me. You paid for that right. I had signed the contract as well, though when I signed it I hadn't so much as glanced at it. My brother had taken advantage of my shock and grief, telling me he had made an arrangement the council approved of, and it was the best I could hope for. Truth was, I didn't care. Not then, and not now. I close my eyes and I can see it all again, feel the magic breaking free of my grasp, hear him calling my name. Then there was thunder, so loud I though my ears were bleeding. He had reached for me, touched me, and it happened. I saw him, the entire time I watched him. It was only seconds, and his face never changed from the look of concern he had when he touched me before it was gone. Just gone, like so much ash. I choke back a sob, curling up tight around myself. It hurts, more than I've ever hurt. I killed him. The one person I held most dear, the one person I trusted, the one person I would have died for. I killed him. I try to stay quiet, I don't want to wake you. But I can't keep silent. I turn away and hug the pillow, burying my face into it as I shake with grief. I'll never see him again. All I have now is this...Fleck. this...orc...who owns me. This, for the rest of his life. However long that will be. And then what will be my fate? It doesn't matter. My general won't be there.

reddeR 07-Dec-21 06:44 AM

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DH0123 07-Dec-21 08:08 AM

Fleck's eyes flickered open and he twisted his head from side to side. It took him a moment to get up to speed, before he looked over at you. His brown eyes blinking as the morning started to brighten up the horizon. He saw you, his eyes flicking over the soft pale pink hair. The long ears. And then to your face. "Good morning." He whispered softly. He pushed himself up onto his elbows. Looking towards the Palace. "We should start to pack up and get ready to head out. How are you feeling?" He looked at you then, tilting his head to the side. "How did you sleep? Would... do you need to let some of your power out? It looks like you had some nightmares?" Should I ask what happened? Why she is in this state. Her brother never said. He sat up and turned to face her. Maybe in the morning, things would be good. "Would you like some coffee and food?" @reddeR

Etonia Va'lace BOT 07-Dec-21 08:43 AM

I push back my grief, forcing it away for another time, another place. I wipe my face without looking at you. A few deep breaths help me regain some composure. I keep my silence for a few moments longer before I trust myself to speak. My voice sounds empty, but does not waver as I answer your question. "I will be fine, Fleck. I slept well enough." I finally raise my eyes to meet yours, grief still etched in my face. "I would much rather not use this power. I am not hungry." I stand, walk over to the fire, and retrieve the contract. I roll it up tightly, then return to you, offering it to you. "We should be going, should we not?" I ask, pointedly not looking toward the ruined palace.

reddeR 07-Dec-21 08:43 AM

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DH0123 07-Dec-21 09:26 AM

Fleck pursed his lips as he looked at you. His eyes narrowing for just a moment. "Etonia. Stop this. Stop burying your feelings. Its... going to make it worse. I can see how upset you are. You... Well, I don't know what happened. But you're sad. Really damn sad. Something happened. I don't know how key you are. BUt you've seen something. And you need to let it out. And you need some closure." He stood up and picked up his glasses, putting them on. "I don't care about what happened before. But you need to let this out. You need to let this go. Did you... lose someone? Or... what? Do you need to say goodbye? You need... to take this head on. Okay?" @reddeR

Etonia Va'lace BOT 07-Dec-21 10:02 AM

I look at you coldly, trying to make my hurt into anger. Trying to hate you for asking, for making me feel what I don't want you to see. What I don't want anybody to see. I try, but fail. It's too fresh, more hurt than any sort of anger. My eyes drop to the floor, moving across the room without really seeing anything until they stop on the burned wreck of the palace. For the longest moment, as I look at the place that was once the home of everything I loved, I'm back there, with my tutor, in the library while we pour over an old tome. We hadn't really been reading the musty old book. It was just a way for us to be close, to have his hand on my thigh under the table, for me to whisper in his ear, for him to catch my chin, smile for me, and kiss me so gently. His face, his beautiful smile, turns to dust before my eyes. I look back at Fleck, at this orc that bought me, tears falling steadily. I drop the contract and try to step back, only to stumble as I bump into a table. I sink to the floor, wrapping my arms around my waist. I don't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing me cry, but I am powerless to stop it. "I killed him, Fleck!" I say quietly, struggling still against the tears. "I killed him! He was trying to help me, to stop me and I killed him!" Finaly a heartfelt sob breaks through, and I lower my head and cry. Grief, pain, heartbreak, anger, all of it comes out as I sob. The tide of emotions is overwhelming. Once it breaks free I can't stop it. I cry until I feel ill with it. Until I feel empty of tears. Only then do I try to speak again. "I loved him! He loved me, Fleck!" I look up at you, despair in my eyes. "He tried to stop me! He shouldn't have touched me! I should have died!"

reddeR 13-Dec-21 11:10 AM

@DH0123