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 Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 7:39 pm
Walking toward the throne room, Haellara heard the call up ahead and quickened her pace. She had hoped that Nuumia would try to find her in the throne room, and if he was trying to find her now, that surely meant he had found something. She had gone straight to the kitchen after exiting the playroom, her brother's panicked sweat still clinging to her robe, but the staff was sullen and silent, the strongest going about their business as though her barging in was something too trivial to pay much attention to. They knew they had a job to do, and Hael knew that they knew that any prolonged interruption would delay dinner. Try as she might, she could see no hint of pink eyes, and she did not want to take the time to question every staf member. Instead she decided to go to her throne room and enlist in Nuumia's help to conduct a more throrough search and questioning of the kitchen and all of the staff, from the head cook to the puniest dishwasher.
She eagerly quickened her pace, and this time when she reached the source of the sound, the surprise was much more pleasant. Here was Nuumia, and with him, the reason she had been unable to find Kyil inside the kitchen. Approaching with a smile, she spread her hands out in a gesture of happiness. "Well done Nuumia! Here I was coming to tell you that I had discovered the wherebouts of our little plaything, and here you are, having caught him already! I knew you had an astute mind as soon as I saw you." Finished gushing praise at Nuumia (and feeling a little disgusted with herself), she turned her gaze to Kyil. "As for you, my sneaky little plaything, it's time you proved your worth to me." She pulled the rope out of Nuumia's grasp and beamed happily at the surely surprised male. "You have done well this day, and it shall not be easily forgotten. I am taking this one to my quarters for a time; you may amuse yourself in any way you wish, for this house is now your house. I shall see you at dinner, my Nuumia."
With that, she dragged Kyil back to her quarters, never once looking back at him, confident that he would be smart enough to see the folly of dragging his feet. Upon entering the matron mother's quarters, Haellara locked the door, not bothering to magically seal it; it would be no good against a spell thief; and discreetly made the key vanish. She turned to Kyil and sidledup to him, allowing her robe to come open and show her undergarments of mithril and black pearls which as always left little to the imagination. Purring like a cat, she placed pne hand on Kyil's shoulder while she twirled a ringlet of hair in her fingers with the other. "I know what you are. Dear Mika was kind enough to tell me with a little hard persuasion, but I have no desire to sicken you with the details. You have magical skills, but your price was high; you must prove yourself worth the amount I spent on you. Do so now; show me that there is more to you than what I can learn myself, and I may ease the suffering of both you and your dear master." Her eyes hardened suddenly, and she dug her fingernails into Kyil's shoulder. "Starting with that. Never call that fool your master again; I am your mistress, and you would do well to remember it."
The next couple of hours was bliss for Haellara, and doubtless a completely different experience for Kyil. First she had removed every scrap of covering she had had, laid down on her bed, and insisted that Kyil give her his best full-bodied deep tissue massage. The feeling had been exquisite; such nimble fingers, and he sure knew his way around those muscles that had the greatest tendency to stiffen up and want attention. To her delight, she found that if she wanted him to knead a little harder, she had but to drop a careless remark regarding Mikaril. As he had rubbed her slender back, she had remarked, "I hope you did Mika's back at some point; if he ever parts from that rack, you'll never be able to do HIS back this way again." Then as she flipped over and insisted that he massage her chest area, she airily quipped, "Tell me, did you ever get this intimate with my brother? It would not surprise me, honest." She took pleasure in the variation in pressure, knowing full well that it was the only way the hapless slave could give voice to his displeasure.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 9:43 pm
Nuumia scowled and turned to stomp a aggrivated kick down on Kyil. Haellara was not in the throne room. Which would mean he'd have to drag the male around with him some more. After having lost him once before Nuumia was not about to let Kyil out of his sight while he could still be held accountable for him. Nuumia knelt, and cut the rope from around Kyils ankles and knees. He was tired of dragging the soft slave behind him. besides...he had gotten enough of his malic worked out by dragging him around.
It was as Nuumia was hauling Kyil unsteadily to his feet that he heard Haellara's voice. He turned, his black eyes instantly alight with pleasure at seeing Haellara smileing upon him. her praise nearly made the small male glow with pure glee.
"Thank you Matron!" He eagerly gushed even as Haellara took the rope from his hand. Well, he had been coming to hand the slave over to her. Perhaps he would get to see her beat him! Nuumia's hopes rose evena s Haellara berated Kyil for being 'sneaky'. And they rose further as she mentioned taking Kyil to her own quarters. Then immediatly they were dashed away. She was dismissing him while she went to torment Kyil? He could understand and accept that he wasn't allowed to take part in tormenting Mikaril but... Nuumia's black eyes hardened as he looked at Kyil's defeated and cowed form. He had at least hoped to be able to show Haellara just how sadistic and viscious he could be. "Yes Matron Haellara." He replied in a low voice. Maybe he could...go kick one of the guards in the back of the shins. If the House was his now too then that meant he was one step closer to being married. He had to start throwing his little weight around with the other males if he intended to command their respect later.
Kyil's head remained bowed as he stood unsteadily upon his feet. He could not bring himself to look up at Haellara. he had done that once before, and he had found her gaze to be like that of the Abyss. Full of horror and despair and quite capable of swallowing his sould if he looked too long. His knees shook as he heard Haellara casually mentioning taking him to her quarters, thus making it hard to keep a steady pace to follow after her. He wanted to drag his feet, to slow them down. If he did that though he was sure she'd just drag him along as casually as Nuumia had.
So it was he found himself standing and staring hard at his toes as he heard the click of the lock in Haellaras door. It felt like..a condemnation really. A horrible sound that would lead to who knew what sort of torments? He did not see Haellara shift her robe open, but he was given a excellent view of her undergarments due to the tilt of his head and where hsi eyes were aimed at. At first his pink eyes widened, and a surity as to what was coming fell upon his shoulders even more heavily then Haellaras hand. He shifted a uneasy step back from her, the purr sound in her throat seemed more like the warning rattle of a viper poised to strike.
His eyes lifted of their own accord as Haellara spoke. She knew what he was? Kyil felt his features paleing and drawing back to reveal hints of horror at her boasting. What had she done to get that information from Mikaril? He wouldn't just volunteer something like that to Haellara. She had to have hurt him terribly. He partedhis lips, wanting to tell her that it had been un-neccessary for her to torment the information from Mikaril. He'd have told her if it had meant sparing Mikaril pain! But...he had been in hiding. He had been avoiding her. The knowledge that this was, undoubtedly, his own fault set heavily in his heart.
"I...I will obay Mistress." Kyil spoke from a tight throat. Flicking his tongue over his pale and cold lips he tried to steel himself. He wanted him to..give up his secrets. That is all he could think. She wanted him to just surrender everything to her, then she would perhaps leave Mikaril in peace for a bit? As her fingers dug into his shoulder, Kyil steeled himself and nodded his head. His pink eyes lowering as he forced the words past his numb lips.
"I will not Mistress. I..have not referred to him as such since you purchased me. I...did not think..." The words died on his lips. He felt like each breath, each word he was uttering was draining away his very soul. He was relieved when it was she led him to the bed and indicated she wanted a massage.
She wanted him to show her his worth. She wanted him to convince her to grant Mikaril some peace. He could do that...if he could only keep himself from growing too numb. It was easy enough to focus on the massage. If Haellara had remained silent, or had just not spoken and given into the simplistic sounds of enjoyment, he certainly would have been able to stay focused. His fingers had lost none of their skill and he could still detect the faint tightness of deeper muscles. Yet when she spoke, it shook his calm though not his concentration. When Haellara spoke of Mikaril's back and the damage he was suffering there, Kyil felt himself shaking. The image of the metal, and the pain he had to be in...it was too much at the moment. Kyil's eyes welled with tears and he felt a moment of panic and fear as one of the watery drops splashed against the back of Haellara's leg. He quickly wiped it away, as well as his own eyes to clear them, then bit down upon his bottom lip to keep from tearing up again.
"No M-mistress. Mikaril would not allow me to serve him in such a way." He shakily responded to her taunting of back rubs. When she rolled over, Kyil took a step back from her prone form. Even after she had commanded him to massage her chest, he hesitated for a few heartbeats. His fingers fluttered in the air over her chest before settling upon the soft flesh to resume massageing her. Her airy little quip brought a different emotion to the surface of Kyil's features as a embaressed blush heated his cheeks. "No Mistress. Mikaril and I were never...no. I did not serve him that way either. He never took advantage of my loyalty to him."
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 10:41 pm
Smiling as serenely as her permanently evil-hinting face would allow, Haellara rose from her bed, gave herself an expiramental stretch, and walked stark naked toward the right side of her room, beckoning for Kyil to follow. She walked into a bathroom as lavish as the bedroom it connected to, with gleaming black marble floors, a generously-sized personal tub, and stacks of towels big enough that if you spread one out flat all you had to do was roll about to dry yourself. A large fireplace was situated to the left of the pool, and as Haellara walked over to the tub's edge and selected a tap to turn on, she gestured for Kyil to light the fire. "Only glowing coals," she said; it should have been painfully obvious, but who knows; maybe Kyil's former mistress liked shockingly bright fires.
She selected an armful of items and walked back with them to the tub, which was already filling up with bubbles from the tap. A wonderfully exotic scent wafted up, and she breathed deep in appreciation. She walked down the steps into the tub and sank in it up to her shoulders, reveling in the pleasant warmth. The tub was just long enough for her to stretch out, and once she got herself good and comfortable, she motioned for Kyil. "I would now like you to wash my hair. I have the hair-wash, and the small tub you can use for the hair-washing water is in the cupboard by the shelves." She closed her eyes and relaxed, smiling as she heard the faint sounds of her new plaything hurrying to get the items she had specified. She loved his compliance, even though she was full aware that a good bit of it was to ensure that she would find no further cause to harm him or Miky. Such a naive boy! Ah well, even a false motivation was useful when it did its job.
She felt the hands working their way along her scalp, rubbing the soap in, and she trembled at the sheer pleasure of such a soft touch. Truly it had been too long since she had had an experienced drow waiting on her! Her brothers wrere far too rough, and more suited for guards or thugs. She had several promising young boys in her house, and even a few young girls, but none of them were accustomed to waiting on a matron, and their touch was shaky and inexperienced. Kyil had both the touch and the experience; this attention alone was enough to warrant that bag of diamonds, but she wasn't about to tell Kyil that. One could never have enough motivation.
As she felt the water flowing through her hair and washing the soap away, she spoke once more in a casual tone. "So Mika never took advantage of you, did he? I take it he never even took anyone, be they male or female, the entire time he was with you?" She made a small snort of disgust. "What use are his goods then I wonder? Might as well make him a eunuch if he doesn't plan to use himself." Chuckling, she reached down beside the tub and her hand came up with a stunningly beautiful comb that looked as though it was made out of seashell. "This is a special oiled comb; I want you to run it through my hair and comb the tangles out. And if I feel even one tug that hurts my head, I shall make you suffer most greatly." Smiling at how casually she had spoken, she leaned her head back and allowed Kyil to attend to her hair.
She felt that a test was in order, to see how well Kyil could contain himself with such a delicate job. Not even turning her head, she spoke aloud to the steam-filled air. "Did Nuumia give you any of that red-orange stuff he carries around in his vial? Did he ever really explain to you where that stuff comes from? It is quite literally pain in a liquid form; an essence if you will. I made a new addition to my best rack that milks it off of a victim like milk from a she-rothe. It's quite potent; I intend to find out what other uses I can make of it aside from making others drink it and drugging them senseless. Ought to be most interesting, wouldn't you agree? I know now that you delve in magic. Would you also not be curious as to what the essence could be used for?" As she asked that question, her head turned ever so slightly, peering through the haze at Kyil with one red eye.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 11:29 pm
The massage was over, and Kyil was grateful to step away from Haellara. The warmth from her chest was still burning his palms as well as his cheeks a bit. Though perhaps that was more from that final question she had asked? Kyil caught the gesture aimed at him to follow, and he unhappily walked his way into the bathroom. Well... He could do this too. It was work that he was very familar with, but it weighed down on him whenever he looked at his Mistress or heard her speak. He felt little to no joy in his service to her.
Kyil prepared the coals as Haellara had desired. Lighting them and burning them don quickly to a dull glowing heat so the bright flames would not bother Haellara's eyes. As she sank herself ino the tub, Kyil began to edge himself backwards a little. At least until it was she told him she wished to have her hair washed. Then, his slow movements turned to a quickened step as he collected the items required to wash her hair. It was...so odd...Having Haellara tilt her head back so he could wet and massage at her scalp. This was such a common thing. Something he was so used to. He had done it hundred times before, and he had always enjoyed it. He had always enjoyed performing these simple menial tasks and services. Yet...it all felt tainted and foul now. Each thing that Haellara used him for, he felt as if the pleasure was killed in it.
Kyil felt the slight tremble from Haellara as he worked on his hair and he had to force himself to speak. "Is the water not warm enough Mistress?" Of course it was, he could feel it after all when he slipped his fingers along the back of Haellaras nect to scoop up any stray strands of hair. In due time though he had rinsed her hair and was grateful to be finished with the task.
"No Mistress. Mikaril was....very focused on his profession." How much did he dare say? How much did he not dare to say? Haellara's earlier words, of proving himself to her felt like a blade at the back of his neck. Poking for him to spill more words from his throat or risk having it cut out on him. "Mikaril has...no interest in males. He had ample opportunity to use my services but he never showed outward signs of interest." The casual manner in which she spoke of making Mikaril a eunuch was disturbing to say the least. He was certain Mikaril would not have cared in the least for the conversation. Unwilling to give Haellara any bolstering to her idea of harming Mikaril in that area, Kyil merely bowed his head to look at the comb that was presented to him
Taking it, Kyil wetted his lips with the warning that followed. He could not imagin exactly how Haellara would harm him, but after seeing her room he was certain that it would be very inventive and leave him in a state like nothing else he had fallen into yet. "Yes Mistress...Not a tug." He replied with a faint tremble to his voice.
Taking the comb, he began at the very tips of her hair. His brow furrowed anxiously as he gently began to test and draw the tines through her hair. Haellara's threat had Kyil in a anxious state...but his hands remained rather steady reguardless. At least...until she began to speak of that liquid.
"Y-yes Mistress. Nuumia had me drink some when he first caught me today. He...he said it was...Mikarils pain that I was shareing." He was manageing to keep his hand steady. Even as Haellara spoke of her own interest in finding other applications for the evil liquid. It was when Haellara mentioned her knowledge of his own magical studies, and actually asked -him- if he was curious to learn what his friends pain could be used for that his lost that steady grip on the comb. His hand shook, and he struggled to keep himself from recoiling utterly from Haellara as the comb in his hand gave a small jerk.. "M-my..magic doesn't...I can't...work...magic like that."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 8:11 pm
Seeming satisfied, Haellara ignored the slight tug she had felt from the comb, the discomfort she knew she was causing Kyil more than making up for it. "Nuumia spoke the truth; that was indeed from Mikaril; I must admit, I have tested it but once before using it on him, but I think it wouldn't be straying far from the mark to say his is quite potent in comparison to that foul yellowish brew that the goblin produced. I wonder what sort of color and potency a surface elf would produce? I shall have to find out once I k-....once the rack is no longer occupied."
She rose from the bathwater, suds dripping off of her gleaming black skin, and motioned for Kyil to hand her one of the huge towels. wrapping it around herself, she sauntered over to the glowing coals and proceeded to dry herself, enjoying the feel of the warmth as it dried the droplets of water from her skin. She reached up her hand, letting the towel fall to the floor, and ran her fingers through her soft, newly-cleaned hair. She had to admit, save for that one little pull, that had been a most enjoyable experience. But her fun was not yet over.
Beckoning for Kyil to follow, she walked out of the bathing area and into the bedroom, where she proceeded right to a stand and began preparing a holder with incense. Soon a delightfully intoxicating smoke was drifting through the air to compete with the lingering steam from the bathwater. Dabbing a few drops of a warm brown substance that smelled oddly sweet on her shoulders and chest, she crawled onto the bed and bade for Kyil to come closer. "So you say you do not work magic in that sense. Tell me then; what sort of magic CAN you work? You must tell me about it as you......lay here with me." Leaving no room for arguement, she shifted herself to make room for Kyil and smoothed the covers with her slender hand.
In spite of Kyil's denials, she was still convinced that there was something between both of her new toys besides friendship, and she was determined to find out all she could. But for now, why not have a little more fun as she continued her subtle probing? She longed for an experienced male in her bedroom, and she was accomplishing so much with this one pleasurable act. She was sating her lust, fueling little Nuumia's jealousy, which would in turn help to mold him into a wonderful patron, and furthering Kyil's discomfort while testing the limits of his abilities. This was what she truly lived for; planning and accomplishing, while having her own fun from it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 8:44 pm
Kyil was grateful to finish his task, and moreso that he had finished it without gaining any promised punishment for his single tug. Her words just...they shook him when she spoke of Mikaril. She had to know what this was doing to him. The sheer misery he suffered hearing her taunting remarks. The not so subtle hints that she was going to kill Mikaril. This was not the first time she had said she'd do so after all. Her warning that he would end up in Mikaril's place if he displeased her was a burning whip lash reminding him constantly to be careful, particularly since she seemed so keen to inform him that Mikaril would have to be dead first.
Kyil's head remained tilted downwards as he fetched the towl for Haellara and brought it to her so she could dry herself off. He was relieved for the short respite when he could stand silently. He felt incredibly weary at the moment. Every moment spent with Haellara seemed to just...drain the life and energy from him. If Kyil was prone to thinking foully of his owner he'd liken her to a succubi...but..his mind was too numb at this point to even berate himself for such a errant thought.
He followed at Haellara's gesture and his pink eyes finally lifted to watch as Haellara went about lighting some sort of scent . It was...pleasent enough. Relaxing almost really. It reminded him of the scents he himself once was able to light in his own room. He moved closer to the bed at Haellara's bidding, but came up a step or two shy. It was her final words though that took away the option of standing even at that short distance.
Kyil meekly crawled himself up on the bed to sit himself in the area that Haellara had smoothed out for him. "I am not educated much about Spell Thieves Mistress. Most of what I have learned has been by instinct at first. Then through small notations and experts in books I had stolen with Mikaril." Kyil flexed one of his hands and focused his gaze on his fingers. Perhaps if he got her engaged in the conversation...
"I can remove enchantments and active spells that have a period of duration. I...I believe I absorb the magical energy into myself. With the magical energy comes some sort of mystical knowledge. I understand what the spell is and how it works. I am also capable of casting it if I have the proper components. Much like a Sorcerer I would say. I have learned that I can not hold onto a spell for a great period of time though. The magical energy fades after a time, and I do not retain any of the stolen knowledge...and I can..."
Here he paused, and he glanced at Haellara, his words hesitating.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:43 pm
Stretching herself lazily on the bed, Haellara watched Kyil keenly and almost hungrily as she watched him get onto the bed and sit. Her lips pursed in slight annoyance; surely one as experienced as him knew that when a female invitied a male to her bed, she most certainly did not want him to just sit there and converse! Still, she knew he was highly discomforted; perhape he clung to the vain hope that for the moment she would be content to let him sit and disclose information regarding his abilities. Right.
She waited for him to finish, planning to demand he remove his shirt at least and lie beside her. But as she listened, she found herself becoming more and more intrigued. So Kyil not only could read, but could learn spells through reading them, like any adept wizard. Having mastered many of her favorite spells that way, Haellara found herself marvelling that such a weakling male slave could have come by such a talent. And all this time she thought she had had the stronger of her two playthings locked away in a playroom bleeding away his pain. Perhaps the stronger male was the one before her, obviously unwilling to completely succumb to her whims.
Pulling her upper half up, she placed a hand on each of Kyil's shoulders and slowly lowered herself down again, her hands still on Kyil's shoulders in an attempt to position him laying down beside her. "That is most interesting. I too have a Sorceress' skills, and can appreciate the knowledge that only books can provide." She made a mental note to herself to ensure that Kyil not set foot in the library; so many books out in the open was just asking for him to learn something that could aid in his escaping from her.
She ran her fingers along Kyil's slender neck and shamelessly began reaching for Kyil's shirt, her fingers groping for buttons or clasps. "So once you have finished with the spell, all knowledge of it passes from your mind, never to resurface unless you should encounter such a spell again?" The irony didn't escape her; this was twice she had accepted a drow into her household who had problems remembering things. What she needed, she thought dreamily to herself, was a neverending supply of that potion she had slipped into Nuumia's drink. Would that same potion cause Kyil to remember every spell he had ever done? Or would the resulting overload of information turn his brain into mush and leave him the Underdark's most talented shell?
Hearing Kyil's pause, she hesitated, listening keenly for the rest of the sentence. Apparently Kyil was trying his best to be truthful for both his and Mika's sake, but he seemed reluctant to continue on, perhaps because hehad been about to say something incriminating to either himself or his friend? Leaning up to nuzzle Kyil's neck, she whispered gently in his ear. "You would be most wise to finish; I am your mistress, and you ahve aroused my interest, as well as other things. You might find that it is most unwise to leave me in suspense for very long. I never did show much talent at being patient."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 10:26 pm
It seemed for a short period of time that he was succeeding in redirecting Haellara's interest. Perhaps if he could hold her mind more on the acedemic, and getting more uncomfortable information from him, then she would overlook... No. It seemed this would not be the case at all. As he felt Haellara's hands touch his shoulders he already knew what it was she wanted. He laid back on the bed with the barest of pressure needed from her palms. Well...it had not been a bad idea. It just seemed she was determined to have everything from him. She truely was a succubi.
Kyil fought for a few moments internally. How had he done it before? He had been successful slipping back into his training for other things. Why was it now such a hard trial to return to that state? Why did his chest clentch so at the gentle touch? Maybe...maybe it was because he knew what those hands had been doing. Kyil's eyes fell to where Haellara was unhooking the simple clasps of his plain grey shirt. He knew the pain they had been inflicting and now they were doing something else. Something less painful in a physical way. His neck tingled still from where her fingers had stroked.
He couldn't feel half as soft as he once did. AH! There! There! He snatched at the errant thought and clung to the vain empty thing. It helped sooth him a little bit and helped hi relax enough that he was able to reach up and begin unhooking the front of his shirt himself. "Yes Mistress. That is how the magic works, but only for spells that are new to me or unstudied. I have managed to learn the lower circles of magic and that knowledge has remained with me. I can not cast them unless I have stolen magical energy from another source though." With his shirt finally completely unbuttoned, he shifted his shoulders on the bed and writhed the shirt off his arms. There was really no reason to remove it from under him at the moment.
Haellara had lain herself so she could nuzzel into his neck, and Kyil lifted his hand to gently stroke his fingers through her clean hair and down her spine in a single gentle sweep. His tongue flickered out to wet his lips in order to deal with some of the unease he was having trouble shaking completely off. "Yes Mistress..." He replied in such a soft whisper.
Kyil shifted a bit on the bed, so as to turn towards Haellara. The hand that he had stroked her with slipped then to gently curve against her waist. "You wanted a demonstration, did you not Mistress?" He kept his voice soft still as he fought with his desires. Finally he was manageing to reclaim the ease of serving others. But it was such a conflicted sensation of guilt and relief now that he dealt with. Kyil closed his eyes and leaned forwards to apply some attention to Haellara's neck, which allowed him to whisper to her as he ran his lips over the curve under her ear.
"I can feel the magic in you." He whispered softly into that ear. "I can feel it in this room. It thrums around me. A heartbeat as close to my own. I can see it when I wish to. The beautiful magical aura that enrwraps it. The alluring warmth is more easily detected by my fingertips. I can sense it..as deep as it may be.Untapped, but potent and lingering. Waiting to be called forth. Even inside of you Mistress..."
As he faded off in speaking, he placed a kiss upon Haellaras ear and gave it just the gentlest of nips...and at the same time...his hand that had been caressing her back began to tingle..as he stole the lowest and most simple of spells directly from her. He felt the pleasureable sensation of magic trickling into his hand and up his arm as it dissappeated into him. The knowledge of the memorised spell would fade and vanish from Haellara, as if she had already cast it herself...but rather now it was flickering into Kyil himself.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 11:21 pm
Encouraged by what sounded like Kyil finally responding to her advances, Haellara clung all the more closely to Kyil, her fingernails scraping along his skin but not hard enough to draw blood. She suddenly seemed to feel a sense of.....loss. As though something of hers had just gone missing. She blinked at him in surprise, and took a deep breath, letting her mind quiet and searching in on herself. Discovering that her lowest spell had suddenly gine missing, she figured this was the demonstration that the male had been referring to, and she had to admit, she was impressed. "That was well-played. Can you do that with more powerful spells, or are you still as of yet unaware of your limits?"
Enchanted by his description of the magic humming through the room, Haellara reached out and placed a hand beneath Kyil's ear, absently stroking his hair, while the other hand played with the muscle on Kyil's chest and stomach. "The aura must look quite lovely...does it swirl around with the incense? How much of it can you see?" She thought for a moment before speaking again. "That must have really come in handy when you were off with Mika; you would have been able to see hidden magical traps and be able to see the value of magical items by the size of their aura. Many a magic shop must have been relieved of their goods while the two of you were together. You know, the more I find out about you, the more I am convinced that Mika's greatest plunder is no mere bauble or trinket of metal, but one of flesh and blood.....and magic....."
She leaner her head in closer, hearing the thunder of Kyil's chest, and before you know it, she was wrapped up with him in a fiery embrace, the thick fog of incense fast overpowering her senses and settling onto everything. How she had missed this! Not once did she think of Nuumia, or how he might be when his turn came, but she was caught up in the here and the now, and she had never in her short time as a matron mother been this pleased.
Some time later she lay breathless against him, once more resorting to being held close and whispering. "I still find it hard to believe that you have not used this skill of yours since leaving your pleasure house. So much time must have elapsed, and yet you haven't let the memory fade away." She leaned over and nibbled Kyil's ear daintily, glad that at least HIS weren't covered in unsightly fuzz. She found herself looking at his arm tattoo, and she began to trace the intricate blue swirls with her fingertips, admiring the artist's design. She loved the fact that there were no scars to ruin the flat, smooth expanse of skin; one of the only reasons she ever bothered to cure her victims. What she thought of deformities aside; scars were something she couldn't stand on anyone.
She could feel Kyil (or was it herself?) trembling with fatigue; it was surely enjoyable for both of them. She wondered briefly what Mikaril would think if he could see them now; he would probably be sick on himself. Ah well, she had heard the words herself: 'do what she says; stay alive.' And here he was doing just that, like a good little male should. She was fully convinced that Kyil was worth every stone she had forked over; if only something could be done about his blatant loyalty and sense of friendships.... Well, she could always leave his re-education to little Nuumia. She could imagine just how eager the young male was to have a go at Kyil. She chuckled to herself; perhaps a surface elf wasn't what Nuumia needed after all to teach him the dance of the covers.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 12:09 am
He had hoped that by taking the least of her spells, he would not encourage her anger...and so it seemed that he ahd been successful in this. The compliment he gained from her seemed even a little boggling actually. Kyil had not been anticipating any form of approval on Haellaras part. "Yes Mistress." He replied as he tried to hide away his mild surprise. "I can steal spells of greater power. I...Well, I have not yet found any sort of maximum yet, Neither in spell level or amount of magical energy I can steal. I am sure I have some sort of limitation. It is impossible for me to be capable of storing a infinate amount of magic. Though nothing I have read has given me a very clear idea of what that limitation might be. The references I've found in most cases are unflattering. I do not believe Spell Thieves are looked upon favorably by those that actually put effort into learning and mastering magic."
Kyil responded to the gentle touch's placed upon him with those of his own. His fingers rubbed gently against the back of Haellara's neck, and stroked the sensitve areas of her body with a knowing familarity. "It is very beautiful." He would admitt to Haellara in his hushed voice. Did she like magic that much? Was this...particular topic that fascinating? "It is like..." Kyil cast his pink eyes about Haellara's room and he willed the sight to come to him. For a brief moment his pink eyes held a blue shine over them, much like the reflective crimson of a drow useing their dark vision. He could see the aura of magic scattered about Haellara's room, and he whispered to her as he looked.
"It is like a faerie light. A pale blue of pure color. It surrounds things the way your warm aura surrounds you. I can see...all of it." Still with the blue glint over his pink eyes, he peered back down at Haellara. "You are correct. I could see and remove the magical traps. I detected the dangerouse spells and removed them while Mikaril tended to the theiving I was not skilled enough to be a help with. I do not know the exact value of many magical things..but..yes. I can tell what auras are powerful, and perhaps more importantly I was gaining the skill to identify magic with my sight." When Haellara continued afterhe answered her questions...her words threw the poor male as assuredly she had suddenly dumped him out of her bed.
"You think...? Oh...N-no mistress. Mikaril never...I was not a theft of his." Plunder? HIM!? Kyil was unsure what frightened him more. That Haellara seemed to be of the mind that Mikaril had somehow stolen him...or that she was starting to think so of -him-. Her compliment previously had been enough to shake him, but now this? Mikaril had wanted him to stay low key...out of Haellara's attention and sight. But if she---
His thoughts were lost then. Haellara had made a very definate move, and he responded as he knew she wished. It was far easier not to think when indulging in carnal acts. They were more about the body and responding to it's impulses. And Kyil could respond... Fear and misery aside, Haellara was a beautiful woman with a very fiery hunger that was rather demanding. Kyil focused on satisfying her as he had been best trained.
When at last Haellara laid atop him, the pair of them panting heavily from their efforts and indulgance, Kyil honestly found himself hopeing Haellara would not be of the disposition to thrust him from her bed now that she was finished with his flesh. His arms had ended up wrapped around her and he held her pressed tightly down to his chest. His head was nuzzling into the taller females neck to inhale the strange sweet scent in the aftermath.
"She commanded it of me Mistress." Kyil replied in a tired and breathy whisper. "I tried to be a good slave...I honestly did. I wanted her to find favor in me again." This was so wrong. Kyil's eyes had closed as he felt the n** to his ear, and he kept them closed when he felt that finger tracing over his body art. He felt like he was shaking...no...he was shaking. Was he really that tired? It was possible. He was comfortable at the moment, the room was warm and the bed was soft. The scent of the incense was calming and pleasent. He really could have fallen asleep.
It was utterly wrong. He should not have felt comfort and some weird sort of peace laying here with Haellara. Considering what she was doing to Mikaril and how cruel she had been to him personally...and telling her these things. Sharing with her these small things in the hopes that she would not seek to pull anymore information from Mikaril. Things he had shared with Mikaril because he had trusted him and felt so close to him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 7:53 pm
She almost heard Kyil's heartbeat slow as she felt his breathing steady and his body slowly relaxing. About bloody time, she thought happily. Though she had to admit, she had thoroughly enjoyed her romp under the covers with the soft, gentle male. She had hoped the incense would be enough to disorient him, and who knows, perhaps it had. He had certainly told her quite a bit as he had given as much as he had gotten; feelings, abilities, experiences. Things he certainly wouldn't have divulged under normal circumstances. It was hard to say whether or not he had involuntarily given up the information, or just succumbed to her position. Probably the former; it was too much to hope that Kyil had realized his position and hers as well caught in the throes of lust; the blind loyalty he had shown in the past was harder to get rid of, like a stubborn mold.
But she believed his sincerity as he whispered to her that he had tried to be a good slave. Here was a drow who lived to serve; even if he hated her with every fiber of his being, he would serve her, and serve her well, because she was his mistress, and he needed to serve her to feel complete. What a sorry way of living! Having to serve someone for the sake of serving would surely have killed her. Then again, she mused, males had such little pride to damage; perhaps that was why they could take it better.
She looked casually over at the male, noticing his closed eyes and how close he seemed to be to falling asleep. She wished she knew what it would take to hurry the process along; she wouldn't mind giving him a few relaxing touches after the ones he had given her, and she had a sudden urge to rise up and find Nuumia. She had just been shown a wonderful time by a not-so-common slave, and while she was still in euphoria, she wanted to show the little black-haired drow just what sort of thing was expected of him. More than that; she was warming up to the borderline hare-brained idea of Kyil being Nuumia's instructor in the ways of pleasing matrons. He surely had the experience, and Nuumia already showed such promising delight at tormenting the gentle drow; she would get another opportunity to grind Kyil down, Nuumia would finally get his much-needed experience, and she could have something to rub in Mikaril's face the next time she went down to the playroom.
As gentle and quietly as a snake slipping through water, Haellara rose from her bed and slipped over to her drawers, where she quickly and quietly dressed herself in the same clothes she had taken off only hours ago. Slipping the last sleeve up and over her smooth shoulder, she walked over to the door and carefully opened it, smiling at the lack of sound as the door eased open and puffs of smoke escaped from her room and dissipated in the cool corridor. She could see Nuumia sulking right by the door, like a loyal pup who had waited faithfully for his mistress to reemerge so that he could once more play the joyous fool for her. She couldn't help but grin at the comparison; though pup-like in terms of age, Nuumia looked as far from joyous as one could possibly look. Well, she thought, this out to cheer him up.
Leaning down to where he was, she whispered in his ear. "I have finished with him; go and do with him as you see fit. Though heal him afterwards; I have discovered that he is the one behind our mysteriously good-tasting dishes. I would have him continue. When you have finished, deposit him in the trone room and meet me in the dining hall for dinner. I know you are eager, but...... don't be late." Smiling at him, she walked away down the hall, confident that everything for the moment was right in her twisted world.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 9:55 pm
Kyil...slipped into a weary slumber. With the silence that followed his whispered words, and the relaxing comfort he was blessed with at the moment... He found it too easy to slip off into sleep. Regardless of who's bed he was in. The slender pretty male shifted only once, and that was to curl his un-tattooed arm around one of Haellara's pillows and drag it more under his head.
Outside her room, Nuumia sat with a sulk on his face. He had not expected the sounds he had heard within the bedroom. When he had followed Haellara up, he had expected to hear the pretty male screaming and begging and crying like the weakling he was. Instead he had heard only the low murmur of muffled voices...and then sounds followed that came from the indulgence of an act that Nuumia had not yet learned.
It soured in him. Thinking and hearing the intensity of pleasure that Haellara was feeling at the attentions of that...that...stupid pleasure slave!! When the sounds finally quieted, and the door opened, Nuumia leaped to his feet. His black eyes fixed intently on Haellara as she emerged. When she leaned down to speak to him, the baited unhappy expression vanished in a blink. Hearing her words, Nuumia's lips parted into such a happy smile. Being granted such permission, even after how Kyil may have served her...It had to mean she still favored him!
"Yes Matron! Thank you Matron!" He eagerly responded to her wishes. Nuumia hardly wasted a moment approaching the door and letting himself into Haellaras room. After all...it was her room that she'd given him permission to enter! Once inside he swung the door shut behind him and allowed himself the indulgence of taking in the view of his Matrons room.
It was...a glorious room. Beautiful and majestic. Someday soon he would have the honor of sleeping in this room...sleeping. As that thought passed his mind, Nuu found his eyes drawn to the naked male in Hael's bed. He approached Kyil slowly, his awed features turning into a jealous mask. Kyil and Haellara had spend a good few hours together. Hours that he couldn't possibly compare with. Nuu looked down at his small and twiggy frame, then he glanced at the soft but more muscular body of Kyil. His eyes traveled from his pretty decorated chest...down between his legs and stopped. With a furious blush, Nuumia hooked a thumb into the front of his pants and pulled them open so he could peer downwards.
"Stupid pleasure slave." He grumbled as he let the waist snap back in place. How was he supposed to compare now? There was no way he could please Haellara if she had sex with a stupid drow trained for sex.
Trained... Nuumis pursed his lips together. "She did say as I saw fit..." Nuumia stepped up to the bed and crawled up on it in the place he assumed Haellara had been laying. Well... "He's almost pretty enough to be a girl..." And he had had no luck at all finding a female to practice with... Nuumia reached out and gave Kyil's face a hard smack.
Kyil awoke with a jerk. His pink eyes snapping open in surprise. The slap had certainly roused him...and immediately he felt a onset of horrible guilt. He had fallen asleep in Haellara's room! He had wanted to sleep, this is true but..He should have left! Worse yet, he should not have felt as comfortable as he had! Kyils eyes darted around the room, then blinked as they landed upon Nuumia beside him. He gave a jerk away in fright at the cruelly grinning male.
"Nice nap slave?" Nuumia asked as he shifted himself closer. Kyil's response was to shift away a second time from Nuumia, his pink eyes darting about the bed in search of his discarded cloths. "I should leave.." He began to speak, however Nuumia silenced him by placing one of his small black hands against his chest. Kyil lifted his gaze to the small male, that unnerving smile was still in place on his lips.
"Your going to teach me things I need to know." Nuumia informed Kyil with a determined nod of his head. Kyil tilted his head, uncertain he completely understood the smaller male. "Teach you?" He echoed.
Nuumia's head nodded, and he shifted himself on the bed. Kyil immediately found himself in a extremely uncomfortable position. Nuumia's legs straddled his hips, and the small males hands pushed him back with a firmness onto the bedsheets he had lain just minutes ago with Haellara. Kyil's pink eyes widened as Nuumia tightened his knee's and nodded his head again.
"Yes. Your going to teach me how to have sex the way you do. So Matron Haellara won't be disappointed when she finally takes me to her bed." Nuu spoke down to Kyil, whose pink eyes had only grown wider. "Nuumia I do not-" Kyil's reply was halted as Nuumia smacked him across the face a second time. His black eyes narrowed while he dug the fingertips of his other hand into Kyil's chest.
"That's 'Lord' to you slave! I'm going to be Matron Haellara's Patron soon. She's already accepted me. That makes you -my- slave too. So you will do what I want, and what I want is for you to teach me sex. Good sex. Sex that will make Haellara as pleased as she just was with you."
Kyil stared up at the determined Nuumia's face. As the seconds ticked by, and Kyil's discomfort grew, Nuumia's face began to turn into a darkening frown. Finally, before Nuumia could repeat his demand, Kyil sighed a soft and weary breath.
"As you wish Lord." Kyil spoke in a soft voice. Nuu's face lost it's frown to a very smug and satisfied expression.
"Okay. Good." Nuumia spoke, then he began to remove his vest. Kyil's eyes flicked up to the disrobing male, and he lifted his hands to wave at him.
"Wait wait! There is no need for that yet." He quickly spoke to halt Nuumia's actions. Nuu stopped with his vest half undone, and he frowned at Kyil. "How am I supposed to learn sex all clothed up? Your trying to pull something aren't you slave? I know enough about sex to know my cloths have to come off." The small male spat indigently.
"What do you know about kissing?" Kyil quickly spoke up as Nuumia resumed removing his vest. His pink eyes watched as Nuumia tossed the over garment to the side and began to work the laces of his shirt next.
"What's to know? You put your lips together, and that's a kiss" Nuumia retorted as he stripped his shirt off. Kyil's features twisted a bit at the sight of the topless male, but he did not motion for Nuumia to put his shirt back on. Rather he spoke quickly as the small male began to work at the tie of his pants.
"Do you want to know how to do this right or not?" He asked quickly, and Nuu paused.
"Well...yes I do. But..."
"Then you must allow me to teach you as I determine. Your the student in this, and students do not tell the teacher how they are to learn." Kyil tried to reason with Nuumia, and he was relieved a moment later when the black haired male retied his pants.
"Very well. But I don't see the sense in this kiss lesson." Nuumia grumbled, and Kyil responded with a forced smile. Kyil shifted his legs, and began to withdraw himself from under Nuumia. The small male complied, but put out a hand to stop Kyil from reaching for his own pants.
"I'll keep my pants on but I want you naked." He informed Kyil.
"But, why would-" Kyil began to question until he was rewarded with another slap from Nuumia. His cheek was stinging now from the continued assault despite the fact there was not much strength behind each strike.
"Don't question me slave. Just obey. Now...get on with this kissing lesson." Nuumia firmly ordered. Kyil nodded his head with a show of meekness and leaned in towards Nuumia. Reaching up to the waiting males face, Kyil gently cupped his fingers over Nuumia's cheek.
"Kissing is more then just pressing lips together. It's about feeling with your own lips. Sensing the breath of your partner and responding in a manner that compliments them. Just try rubbing your lips against mine and follow my example." Kyil instructed Nuu in a soft whisper.
Then...they kissed. Kyil pressed his lips onto Nuumia's own gently at first, his lower lip rubbing against the smaller males until Nuumia mimicked the feeling. Gently, then with a application of more firmness, Kyil's lips continued to massage against Nuumia's. For himself, it was merely a kiss. A soft and, by man standards, a tender kiss.
For Nuumia though it was...a entirely new experience. He had expected something harsher. At least a bit more...power stealing. Feeling those lips on his own at first sent weird tingles through his mouth. Where was the tongue? Wasn't there supposed to be a tongue in his mouth and..uhm...biting him or something? In the moments that followed something else began to happen. Kyil slipped his hand from his cheek to the back of his head. The kiss became more firm, but still there was no pain. Or even discomfort. In fact... As Kyil pressed that kiss, and moved his lips over his own, Nuumia felt a disorientation. His dark eyes darkened with strange white lights as his head grew strangely light.
Kyil felt Nuumia's body relaxing under his kiss, but he did not pull back. Rather he slipped the very tip of his tongue out and ran it over the crease of Nuu's lips. As he expected, Nuu parted his lips at the gentle touch. Slowly and gently Kyil lowered Nuu down upon the bed. It was only after Nuumia was laying flat that Kyil pulled his lips away from the smaller male. Nuu gasped a deep shuddering breath and blinked his eyes.
"Whoa." He whispered as Kyil hovered over him. Kyil could not help the faint smile that curved his lips. "But...kissing Haellara won't be like that will it?" Nuumia asked as his head started to settle. Kyil shook his in a slow motion.
"Possibly not. But it's good to be through. That way you can respond to the needs and desires of your partner. She may be the one who takes the kiss, but sometimes she might give enough of a pause for you to respond and show her that her needs are what your attention is focused on. Now....how's your head?" Kyil questioned Nuu.
Nuumia lifted a hand to his head to touch his forehead "It's fine now. So" Nuu looked back over at Kyil as he began to sit himself back up. "Now what?"
Inwardly Kyil sighed, though he still managed to keep his smile in place. "Now it's your turn to try and kiss me."
Nuumia shifted up onto his knees so he could more evenly match Kyil's height, and leaned in to press his lips onto Kyil's own. His kiss was defiantly lacking in smoothness and skill. But Kyil did not hurry him or push him away...though..as they kissed...
Nuumia found the sensation rather enjoyable. His lips pressed more firmly against Kyil's yielding own, and in a matter of moments he was pushing Kyil down upon the bed. Kyil shifted uneasily as his shoulders touched the bed. Nuumia's kiss was growing a bit more forceful, his tongue darted in a mimic of what Kyil had done earlier, and Kyil once more found himself in the uncomfortable position of having the dark male straddling him.
The kiss was empowering though, and Nuumia found this to be very agreeable to him. After spending so much time with so little power himself, he found that being the kisser rather then the kissee was far more enjoyable. Kyil shifted under him, and he placed a hand warningly on Kyils neck to make him stay still. Kyils lips were incredibly soft and...and if he sort of sucked a little on Kyils bottom lip...he could almost imagine what it would be like to kiss Haellara. He could almost imagine getting a taste of her off these lips...
Kyil found Nuumia's kiss was progressing rather...well. He kissed aggressively and eagerly. He disliked the fact that he was learning so quickly though. Kyil had hoped for at least another 'lesson' or two to pass before he got this far. But..Nuumia seemed very determined to master kissing, and as he shifted atop Kyil and straddled one of his naked thighs he was given a faint impression of why he was so driven. Groaning softly, he placed his hands on Nuumia's hips and held him gently as his future patron ravished his lips in a hungry manner.
Three hours passed...three hours spent with lips locked and tongues tasting each others lips. Three hours of being held and pulled and stroked. When Kyil emerged from Haellaras room his hair was quite fuzzed and his lips swollen. Though he was now dressed, and terribly relieved that their lesson had gone no further then a mere petting. And even then he had felt unhappy in that itself.
Nuumia emerged himself, breathless and grining ear to ear. "I will see you after dinner. I want to see you in my chambers. Make sure you take a bath too. I don't want the stink of the kitchen on you when we continue the lesson."
Kyil bowed his head and gave a faint nod. "Yes lord..."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 8:03 pm
There was no way for Mikaril to tell how long he had been out this time; it probably wouldn't have mattered anyway, seeing as his mind had been far too preoccupied with other things to be worried about something as trivial as the mere passage of time. He found himself feeling faint from lack of food, though he knew better than to ask for any. Oddly enough, the liquid pain seemed to sustain him in terms of liquid, which was easily just as distressing; having one's only means of hydration being something that hurt to drink was enough to make one wish they didn't even have a throat. He still felt the guilt burning inside of him; that was twice now he had betrayed his friend, and if he learned of any harm coming to Kyil from it, he didn't know how long he would last the next time Haellara wanted to play.
Which, judging by the approaching footsteps, seemed just around the bend. He heard Haellara enter and braced himself for the next round of play. He saw her hover into his viewpoint, and noticed her staring critically down at his body, which he knew in spite of the constant healing potions looked the worse for wear. He could practically hear the wheels in her evil head turning as she contemplated some new and horrific thing to put him through. He felt it confirmed when he saw her unstrap his wrists, then reach toward him with both hands and grab him by his shoulders. She muttered an incantation, and suddenly Mikaril felt himself going numb, and was surprised to see Haellara's form become blurry, as though she were a painting that someone had smudged. He felt her pulling on him, and he braced himself for the sudden intense pain of being separated from the barbed hooks digging into his back.
Instead, he found himself sitting up, the numbing sensation still overpowering his every sense. He watched dumbly as Haellara undid his ankles, and then grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him up and off the rack. The numbness vanished, and the resulting ache and weakness of his body caused him to crumple. Feeling himself pulled up by his arm, he heard Haellara speaking quietly somewhere to his right. "As much as I enjoy breaking your body down bit by bit, I do not wish for your muscles to become soft and goo-like from lack of use." He felt himself being half-led, half-carried to the back of the room until he stood before a large pit; a dank, square-shaped hole that took up much of the back area of the playroom. He felt Haellara push him in the middle of his back, and he flailed a bit before he found himsef falling. Much sooner than he had thought, he found himself landing on his front on a hard, dusty floor. Coughing, he picked himself up and stood up shakily, seeing Haellara at the top of a wall only about 7 feet tall.
Leering down at him, she gestured impatiently. "Well what are you waiting for? Get running; I will not allow this to you often; just enough for you to keep from turning into a shaky blob of custard. I'll not tell you again." He saw her raise her hand and mutter, and a small fireball erupted from her outstretched hand and land at his feet. Startled, he forced his shaky legs to begin running. They had not been used as such for goodness knows how long, but soon he found himself at a brisk trot, going along the walls as though on a running track. "Do not stop until I command it," he heard his sister say, and clenching his fists, he managed a small nod before continuing to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.
While he ran, he could hear Haellara speaking casually as she watched him from way out of reach. "You know I was able to find your friend Kyil earler. I went to the kitchen; apparently he has been praticing his culinary skills there. But little Nuumia found him for me, and I was able to see what other little surprises he had ins tore for his new mistress." Mikaril found himself gritting his teeth, but he didn't break stride. "He is quite adept at massages, did you know that? Of course you did. He also helped me with my hair-washing; such nimble little fingers. And how I wondered as I lay there, what other sort of tricks he could do with those fingers of his." Still refusing to rise to the bait, Mikaril tried to focus more on the aches growing in his sides and legs as they found themselves taxed to their limits and beyond after such a long period of dormancy.
Then suddenly, Haellara spoke again. "The best is yet to come. After all of that, I was able to take him to my bed." Stunnned, Mikaril found himself stopping, staring up at her in disbelief. He saw her eyes narrowing in anger as she extended her hand and threw another fireball just inches from his foot. "I didn't tell you to stop!" Jumping aside without losing his balance, Mikaril glared up at Haellara with as much hate as he could muster. "I don't believe you! Kyil would never do something like that willingly; making love to you. You must have threatened him, or tricked him, or something." He saw her glare down at him and raise her hand. He suddenly found himself unable to move, and he felt his now stiffened body fall backward. He saw her levitate down but could not feel her grabbing him and hoisting him up out fo the pit and then carrying him back over to the rack as though he weighed little more than a plank of wood.
The paralysis began wearing off as soon as he felt her pushing him down upon the hooks. They didn't hurt as much as he thought they would, but he could feel the discomfort of them slicing through his back muscles and grating to a stop at his ribcage. When Haellara had finished strapping him in, she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "As I was saying, I took your little friend into my bed. I knew he was well-learned in the ways of pleasing females, but.......I haven't enjoyed that activity in the longest time. He was so passionate, the way he touched me, caressed me, how he shuddered with ecstasy..." Unable to stand it any longer, Mikaril turned his head away. He felt his body becoming wracked with dry heaves; a sorry attempt to throw up, but there was nothing in his stomach to vacate.
He felt Haellara hiss into his ear. "It's fine if you'd rather not hear. I can make it so you have no choice anyway." He turned his head in spite of himself just in time to feel her grab a handful of his hair, yank his head up, and tie something roughly over his eyes. He felt his head fall back down with a thud, and immediately he felt an explosion of pain in his right ear. The pain caused him to cry out, then a similar explosion in his left ear caused him to scream. He could feel something hot and wet trickling out of his ears, and as his scream died in a whimper that he could no longer hear, he suddenly felt little stabs of pain on the right corner of his mouth. As the jabbing pains progressed, he found that wherever they left, he was unable to open his mouth. When it was over, he could not see, hear, or speak; the only thing he registered was his heart thundering in his chest. He found himself flinching and making tiny noises that never reached his ears as he began to feel a series of sharp jabs all along his arms and legs, as though someone was sticking him full of needles. He found that every movement of his arms and legs caused them to either grind on bone or tear skin, so now he found himself unable to see, hear, speak, or move. How long am I going to be like this? he wondered in a panic, and was left to wonder as Haellara walked out of the playroom unobserved.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 8:05 pm
Haellara closed the door to the playroom behind her with a boom, knowing that Mikaril would not be able to hear it regardless. She had had her bit of fun, and it had given her a wonderful appetite for her dinner. Hopefully she had killed enough time for her to stop by her rooms and change her clothes uninterrupted; her exploits had left her a little sweaty and splashed with fluid.
She had noticed more than ever how thin and pathetic her brother had become without being fed anything. She was going to have to remedy that somehow, if she didn't want him dying of starvation on her, as prolonged a death as it was. She thought of asking Nuumia's advice, after hearing every last detail of how he had used the pink-eyed male for his own fun and games. She was eager to hear what Nuumia had done; it would surely reflect on his usefulness as a patron.
She was also eager to tell the little drow of her own pre-dinner exploits. She had been glad that Mika's legs were still readily useable and how quickly he had recovered as he had jogged around her pit. She was glad that he had the sense to maintain his balance and not hit one of the walls; they were covered by rocks that had been left purposefully jagged, and were caked with enough dried blood and Lolth knows what other fluids that one could probably make a poison from the scrapings. To motivate him further, she had taunted him with her stories of what had taken place with his soft little tool of a friend the past couple of hours. She could tell it was angering him, and she kept it up. She had just been getting to the best part when the pitiful little upstart had dared to stop and actually called her a liar to her face!
She had felt herself growing hot, and ready to take it out on him. She had felt such a malicious joy in shoving Mikaril onto the barbed hooks a second time, and then being able to continue her story without his being able to do anything about it. She could still feel the delectable fingers caressing her wet scalp, massaging her back and chest, caressing her as they dripped with sweat. He was just the kind of servant she had wanted ever since she was a child; one that would wait on her and do things like rub her feet or wash her hair. She was as eager to disclose what he could do as a child would be showing off the many wonders of a new toy. And when her brother had turned his head and made as though he was trying to vomit, she took it just as personally. Ah well, she thought to herself as she approached her quarters, she had been planning to have some fun with him anyway.
First, she had covered his eyes with a simple blindfold; far too humane, but she was strict about leaving eyes alone. Her next bit of savagery had made up for it; she had taken the nearest sharp object and punctured his right eardrum, splashing her exposed hand and forearm with blood and clear liquid. After doing the same to the other ear, with a little more restraint, she placed the bloody object down and walked over to a box sitting on a shelf. After some rummaging, she returned to the rack with a long needle and some thick, black thread. Ignoring the squirms of the body beneath her, she proceeded to stitch his mouth shut, taking care to make the stitches small and tight.
When she had finished, she walked back to the shelves and traded the needle and thread for a set of what appeared to be absurdly long sewing pins. Humming as she worked, she drove the needles one by one in a double line along each arm and each leg, making it so that the needles crisscrossed on the inside. When she was finished, she had stepped back and admired her handiwork; the stitched mouth, the pink liquid trailing from the white ears and staining the fuzz pink in turn, and the double rows of pins that apparently were noticeable enough for Miky to cease any and all movement. Wondering gleefully how long he could stay rigid before finally being forced to relax his muscles and in so doing make the needles grate against each other painfully, she had left the playroom looking forward to her dinner.
Once she had cleaned her hands and arms and put on a similar robe, Haellara walked out of her quarters with her head held high and every hair in place, her pendants and head ornament shimmering in the almost non-existant light. She walked down several more corridors until she faced the doors to the dining hall. Upon opening it, she strode over to the table, which had already been set with the finest plates and goblets, and silverware shiny enough to be made of liquid mercury. Realizing she was a little early, she sat herself down daintily in her seat at the end of the table, folded her hands in her lap regally, and waited for Nuumia.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 10:21 pm
He should have gone to his room immediatly. He should have washed the scent of the kitchen from him but... Kyil could not miss this opportunity. After the horrible day he had gone through. Well...he had to see Mikaril. Had he not said before that he had wished that Kyil had done something wrong so he could forgive him? Truely, he needed forgiveness now. After such a terrible betrayl...He had to hear Mikaril forgive him for finding that brief moment of comfort.
As a gift, he had carried away with him some of the food prepared for the evening meal. he was not certain how much of a appitite Mikaril would have, but he assumed it would be little.
Perhaps he had intended to do this all along? The stolen spell he had used to empower his invisibility spell so he could reach the torture room undetected. With only a small glance about, he slipped into the room and closed the door behind him.
"Mikaril? Mikaril I've come back." He spoke as he crossed the room. There was no hesitation in his steps. He knew right where Mikaril would be...but...he had not been prepared for the sight of him.
"Mikaril! he cried out shrilly, the small package he carried slipped from his fingers to strike the floor. It was...the most horrifying thing Kyil had ever seen. A sight that surly would give him nightmares for days, if not years to come. Leaving the food where it had fallen, Kyil ran to Mikaril's prone form. His hands fluttering over the other males stiff body. he had to be in..such pain. Such agony! Kyil's fluttering hands paused as he forcedhimself to calm as best he could. First...he had to get these needles of of Mikaril. Then he had to cut Mikaril's mouth open so he could get him to drink a...Ah! Healing potion! Kyil did not want to remove the needles until he could certainly heal Mikaril. But first... He removed the blindfold and with a small grimance, Kyil lightly and carefully placed his hands upon Mikaril's naked body. Carefully he selected the touch points that would numb Mikaril's body to the pain his limbs had to be feeling.
"Don't worry Mikaril. I'll make you better." He whispered softly with a worried glance at the blood upon his white ears. The next few minutes, Kyil became fixed on determining which potion was a healing sort. He felt such a franticness that he passedover not one, but two of the scattered potion bottles. When finally he had located one, he returned to Mikaril. With trembling hands he withdrew the needles. His eyes tearing up as he watched the blood flowing from each puncture. Finding a small blade that he could remove the stitchs from he leaned in to gently slive the thread as he fought to keep the tears from spilling from his eyes. It was only after he had managed to get Mikaril's lips parted that he produced the healing potion and held it to Mikaril's lips for him to drink.
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