(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1e/A_blank_black_picture.jpg/1536px-A_blank_black_picture.jpg)<br/><strong>Xara, Guards<br/>Guardhouse<br/>Tag: Taris</strong><br/><br/>Standing in the artificial darkness of her blindfold Taris remembered that there were spells to locate and foil scrying magic.. perhaps she ought to try one of those. But neither the line of thinking about spellcasting, nor the indentured servants that Hawkens soldiers so generously used, nor the all encompasing, sense-heightening darkness helped Taris current situation.<br/><br/>Xara guided her disguised slave along and Taris more felt than saw the lustful grin on the newly appointed Guard-captains lips.<br/>The guards of Hawken were not known for their kindness towards underlings or inhumans.. and Taris was trapped right in between, disguised as one of the lowest, even if born into a noble family, and they held nothing back in teaching Taris a slaves place.. although, once thinking back upon the night, the half-elf would propably realize that the guards had been quite well mannered by comparison, her body had been humiliated, trained, but not harmed.<br/><br/>"Yes, that's a good girl. We'll...." Xara whispered, lustfully. "Oh look at the little slut, she's about to cry." There was a hesitation in Xara's hands, and another hot drop of wax. "Ah, yes, seen it before, quite common when there's no escape, that this is all they-" "Shut up!" "Cap'n?"<br/>"Shows over." Someone roughly pulled Taris leash, shooing the arms reaching out to her. That same someone suddenly half pulled Taris along, half plucked her off of the ground.<br/><br/>She hadn't known how strong Xara was when she wanted to be. There was some more arguing, but the ringing in Taris ears muffled it, and then she was dragged along. "Ugh this is so emberassing.." she heard, because Xara was the closest and, she was pretty certain, she was being dragged away from the others now..<br/><br/>"They'll obey my authority, but can't come back here.. this is so fucking emberassing." Her words had an angry sting Taris hadn't known before. Still, she was roughly dragged along for the way. There was a loud slamming of a door, and rough push, costing Taris the last of her balance, having her land on something soft and bed-like, the half-elf painfully aware of the true difference in between their strengths. If Xara had brought her to the dungeon to be disciplined further for being an emberassment, if she was about to be marked like a slave proper, nothing she could have done would stop it.<br/><br/>There was tug on her cheek, and the ball-gag was pulled off of her. Then, the blindfold was pulled off, the light rushing in blinding Taris for a long moment, lying there, bound on a (Now slightly wax-smeared) bed in the captains quarters.<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/56/d1/d1/56d1d1f316605cf06cb30b84b898bea1--swordsman-fantasy-warrior.jpg)<br/>Before her stood Xara, eyes cast down and avoiding contact as she.. of all things, was drawing her sword. "I'm an emberassment. I way overdid it, didn't I.. you propably hated all of.. well this.. I'll cut you loose." She determined, her voice having that cold silence that belied raging emotion hiding beneath.. before the sword clattered from her grip, and she punched the bedpost besides her with a pained groan.. she hadn't worn any metal gauntlet this time.<br/><br/>"Graaah.. fuck!" She groaned. "I just wanted wanted you, ok? Because you were so smart and dedicated, pretty.. .. moment your perky little tits glisten with the sweat of battle I wanted to have all of that belong to me." She said, almost shy now, more like she'd been when advancing upon Taris the first time, extending a soft hand to brush along her cheek.<br/>"But that's just it... " she said, her lips quivering ever so slightly. "I love your cute voice, yet I silence it with a gag.. I love your enticingly tight outfit, yet I want you to wear my ropes, beneath. I love to see you stand at attention and grow wet under my treatment, but I wouldn't care about high class dining or long walks on the beach, well.. without a leash..."<br/><br/>Xara bit her tongue, and by now it was obvious that the wetness from her eyes came either from the punch of that bedpost really hurting.. or something else.<br/>"I'm fucked up, Taris.. I see something pretty, I want to make it mine and keep it and cherish it forever in chains. I know what they do to half-elven bastards so I want to show you that you're safe, and safe ONLY with me!" She shouted in anger, although her voice had a dark command that tingled something primal in Taris, even as the guard-captain stood there, with a pained expression.<br/><br/>"... and I knew the exactly right words to tell to you because I understand how you feel... trust me... no.. dumb request.. you wouldn't believe me if I told you I like you right now, would you?" She asked, this time not letting Taris much get a word in edgewise for more emotional reasons, hand softly squeezing the soft elven cheek. Then, her other hand came up, gripping the collar around Taris neck, holding her in place with a brief sparking of determined dominion, Xara's eyes alighting for a brief moment, a fire that threatened to set Taris ablaze. "Do you understand, elf-slut? When I call you my slave and property, that's not an insult.. it's my .. my dream..." And those eyes were cast down again, avoiding Taris look, as if the bound elf's scorn could somehow hurn Xara more deeply than a blade. "I'm propably sounding all sorts of messed up, crazy and dumb...." she mused, her hand growing slack. It was strange to see her like this. She seemed.. emberassed. Shameful. She clearly felt that Taris distress had all been her fault, yet at the same time<br/><br/>"You're the bastard-daughter of a Vannel, right? Your family insignia? I figure you've been.. isolated from your family, any half-elven blood would be. But you're not the only Bastard in this room. At least your family acknowledges you. Me... as far as I'm concerned my father is dead, by any right of this country. A low born child, a girl.. most importantly, one posessing only a fraction of his intellect and strength, is quickly cut off and send to an unimportant guards-position near the border. Really, the only good thing I inherited is my skill at commanding..." She mused, one arm coming around Taris back, briefly trying to hug, no, pull her close up against that sturdy armor, before hesitating, reaching out for the ropes binding her.<br/>"I don't even know why I'm telling you this.. oh yes.. to explain and make a pathetic excuse for myself... I want to show you off before others BECAUSE I want you for myself. I want to mark your body as mine BECAUSE you are beautiful. I want to control you, BECAUSE I trust you. I want to put you on a leash BECAUSE I want to believe you'd never run away from me. I want to bind you up BECAUSE I want to have sex with you. And I want to tame you and train you and discipline you BECAUSE I.. I have feelings for you.. I know none of this makes sense.. it's certainly nothing like my mother so I guess it's in his blood. I'm Xara Eingeschworen, a bastard-daughter of Lord Erich-Augustus Accipiteranus III, beloved King-Emperor of Hawken." She confided with calm honesty.<br/><br/>"Even telling you this is a crime worth death.. but I deserve that propably, I wanted to show you how much you could love being a helpless slave but because I got too horny watching you I pushed it too far and ruined this and now... , I... just... just let me open up your ropes." She exhaled heavily, and finally grew silent, biting her lips.