A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling & Lunar Raven)
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				Title: <strong>A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunar Raven</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 19:13:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/151/a/6/Gate_to_the_Light_by_Nurkhular.jpg)</div>The sun had begun to throw its light against the pale blue morning sky, yet despite the breaking of the dawn, a deeper chill than a simple morning cold pervaded the air.&nbsp; In the distance, the white-capped peaks of an immense mountain range provided a clue to this riddle.&nbsp; Cold or not, however, the ramshackle township of Crow Stump began to bustle to life with the morning light.&nbsp; Its citizens went about their lives as they had always been want to do, living, laughing, loving, and squabbling as they had for generations.&nbsp; However, the undercurrent of uncertainty was new, as were the grim-faced patrols who swept the streets incessantly.<br><br>One such patrol swept by a low ramshackle building, in front of which was a raised platform that was in better condition and decor than the building itself.&nbsp; &nbsp; This was unsurprising for it was the local slave block and auction, and even now, a small gathering had already formed before the platform.&nbsp; Conversation was all business interspersed with some salacious speculations as to a new acquisition by the slave master.<br><br>Inside, that very slave master cracked open some slats, observing the general trend without and was otherwise pleased with what he observed.&nbsp; A stout, hairy man of average height and swarthy complexion, he was nonetheless powerfully muscled despite the excess flab and the whip at his side was worn from use.&nbsp; Ordering his hands to prepare the stage, he went to the back of the building where two stolid handlers stood flanking a solid wooden door.&nbsp; Acknowledging their presence with the barest of grunts, the slave master produced a key from his belt and opened the door with it.<br><br>Inside, lining the walls and benches, was a large group of men and women all chained together, and those chains set in iron hoops in the walls and in the floor.&nbsp; Some twenty individuals all told, there was little favour in the gaze the slave master bent on them, finding them to be a sorry lot, with one exception, and to that exception he now turned an approving eye toward.&nbsp; Were circumstances different, he would have been pleased to keep this particular piece of merchandise to himself, but he could ill-afford the price the sellers had asked him to procure; so he retrieved the bull-hide whip and cracked it loudly.<br><br>"To your feet wench, it’s time you made your way to the block," he growled as he stood over her.&nbsp; He was ill-pleased to see that the woman yet had scraps of clothing; he stepped forward and ruthlessly tore them away, the better to display her charms to the public and entice buyers to be generous with their coin – her vendor had demanded one hundred gold crowns for her and it would require all his skill to coax that exorbitant amount from the crowd.&nbsp; "No tricks today my pretty flower, or I’ll stripe you within an inch of your miserable life in front of the crowd."&nbsp; Rebellious slaves were always bad for business.<br><br>Having so warned her, he jerked at the black chains which bound the cold metal shackles on her wrists and ankles to the iron collar on her neck.&nbsp; The two Redguard offered no sympathy in their myopic eyes as she was pulled by, having long grown cold to this brutal and sordid line of work; even the sight of their people being pulled in chains by an Imperial roused no appreciable sentiment.&nbsp; The door to the block was thrust open, and before the roaring crowd, the master of slaves ushered his best sale.<br><br>The rush of cold air greeted them as they came onto the block, where the crowd had gathered around the stage and was growing by the moment.&nbsp; There were Imperials from Empire of Orhman, turbaned nomads of the Gismain wastes, guileful Taradanians, taciturn and grim Hyperboreans, proud Lathonians, and even a small contingent of Nords in the rear watched the spectacle.<br><br>The slave master clapped and heaved, exhorting the audience to greater efforts as they shouted and whistled, leering and jeering as they watched the naked woman in chains brought forth.&nbsp; The majority were men – some for business and others simply to watch the spectacle with perverse delight – yet there were even some women who came to belittle, taking out the frustration of their mean lives on the only type of person who was socially below them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaynahotaling</strong> on <strong>05-03-2016, 06:11:33</strong>
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				Kitiana Vos Strolgen, or Kit as she she was known now was a slave.&nbsp; The busty woman had not born that way, rather she had been sold by her sister just days before she was to be named successor to her mother the queen.&nbsp; Kit had charm, beauty and even victories in battle that had set her above her sisters.&nbsp; It wasn't her family's fault though, and she didn't blame them.&nbsp; Not really any way, it was that blasted seer who had come to the court.&nbsp; His silver tongue and potions had slowly allowed him to manipulate the family against her.&nbsp; Last she had heard 20 years ago, he was ruling along side her sister as Royal Consort.&nbsp; Apparently he kept the queen fat pregnant and happy as no one spoke of her anymore in her distant homeland, if the rumors she had heard were true.&nbsp; <br><br>Kit grimaced as the same could be said of her.&nbsp; In the last 40 years of captivity she had given birth to 22 children.&nbsp; All of them were healthy and being cared for by her last owner, though she hadn't seen any of them since they had been old enough to wean from her milk.&nbsp; A sharp call rang through her mind as she heard the slaver approach.&nbsp; Standing with the dignity of the queen she had almost been, her body was then stripped to be displayed.&nbsp; Though Kit was near to 60 years old, her body was that of a healthy mid 20's girl.&nbsp; Actually she was tall at nearly 6' and weighing near to 140lbs.&nbsp; Even as they held milk from her last child her breasts stood out on her chest high and firm, her plump backside and flared hips showed her natural breeding stock, but it was the muscles in her arms and on her flat belly and back that stood out when she moved a certain way that told the truth of her, she was a warrior.&nbsp; Trained and blooded.&nbsp; That was why she had been left clothed, the guard that tried to take her simple rags had been beaten within an inch of his life.&nbsp; Here and now, armed as the man was she submitted to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Kit tried to ignore the tingle she felt in her nipples as she left bare and on display.&nbsp; After years of abuse the strangest things would excite her body these days.&nbsp; Still she nodded to the man and followed him out to her new fate, her last owner her Mistress had bid her to do a simple job and then she would be given a whole years rest.&nbsp; So it was that Kit walked to meet her destiny.&nbsp; Naked and jiggling she tried to force a smile on her face, as her dark tanned skin was shown to the crowd.&nbsp; Blonde hair, blue eyes and big tits with a wide rump...She was every Master's dream slave, and she knew it.<br><br>http://www.gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=2037620 (http://www.gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=2037620)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunar Raven</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 12:14:03</strong>
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				There were no familiar sights to be seen amidst the crowd who cheered, hollered, and banged their hands on the floor boards with urgent invitations that she should approach within reach of their outstretched hands.&nbsp; The slave master laughed, but pushed them off.&nbsp; “No sampling of the wares until you pay for it!” he admonished with mock seriousness.&nbsp; “If you want this fine piece of meat, show me your coin!”<br><br>“Ten silver marks!” shouted a lanky, one-eyed weasel of a man.<br><br>“Bids start at thirty <em>gold</em> crowns, you cheap cur!” laughed the slave master and the crowd made a general sound of disappointment.&nbsp; “Do you think I’m selling common whores?&nbsp; I have it on good authority that she is <em>royal</em> whore of high breeding, I swear!” The crowd roared back with disbelief, and the slaver cracked his whip, seeming to gently caress her flesh in the passing, but it left a dark red welt upon her flank; “Cease your timidity you yellow-haired hussy; stand straight and show the crowd some of your charms!&nbsp; Look you dogs!&nbsp; See this figure?&nbsp; The clarity of her eyes?&nbsp; Fhazim, you old reprobate!&nbsp; I’ll bet you fifty marks that one night with her in your bed will cure you of your impotence and have your withered old stalk standing to attention in no time!”<br><br>The crowd laughed mockingly as the old rogue the slave master had singled out swore vehemently at the attack on his manhood.&nbsp; And the bidding began in earnest.<br><br>The marketplace continued its business as usual, paying little or no attention to the revelry at the slave block. Those who might have sympathised with the plight of the woman on stand were careful to avoid looking at her, knowing that all they could offer was pity.&nbsp; Not every person before the stand was a lecherous scoundrel; some men were of a colder, business-like disposition, with practiced eyes that appraised and judged what they saw.&nbsp; One such man of advanced years near the back of the crowd, now looked up as a rider reigned in beside him.&nbsp; This newcomer had pale aquiline features framed by lustrous dark hair; he presented a different image from the other Nords who surrounded him, who much heavier of body by contrast and whose coarse locks were typically light brown or straw-coloured, though he was just as well built as they.&nbsp; He sat straight-backed upon the horse, handling the animal with ease, tugging at the reigns with strong hands.&nbsp; Garbed from neck to toe in earthy browns and dark greens with gold embroidered patterns, a heavy furred cloak was set upon his broad shoulders as he took in the scene.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1247.photobucket.com/albums/gg626/Zentose0/Skyrim2.jpg~original)</div>“Still at it?” inquired this newcomer carelessly without dismounting.&nbsp; “This is quickly turning into a wearying affair, Skjorn.&nbsp; How long have we been here already?&nbsp; A week?&nbsp; I think it was past time we were leaving.”<br><br>“As soon as we finish with the inventory Lord Raen; not all the slaves survived the winter and they need to be replaced – we’ll have to wait a moment longer until they can rid themselves of the pretty harlot – undoubtedly someone will leave the market a happy man.”<br><br>Valdis Raen looked up, watching as the slave master cracked his whip and put on his airs.&nbsp; The bid had reached nearly sixty crowns and men were pushing the price up only slowly.&nbsp; Rolling his eyes, he tugged at the reigns of the horse with growing irritation.&nbsp; At last, his store of patience ran out, and he spurred the horse forward to the annoyance of those who were forced aside.&nbsp; Skjorn looked on inquiringly.&nbsp; “How unusual of you to take interest in–”<br><br>“Three thousand crowns for the woman,” called Valdis, his stentorian voice, and the shock of the announcement, cutting imperiously through the din of the crowd.&nbsp; Silence fell; all jostling and revelry cut short as the crowd looked incredulously at him, but Valdis gave no impression that he had made a joke, his expression impassive and daring those nearby to outbid him.&nbsp; The price on the bronzed, silver-haired slave had been set to so exorbitant an amount that it was doubtful if there would be any further bids.&nbsp; A fat wheezing merchant looked between the young Nord and the slave woman, licking his lips nervously as though he would dare a raise, but merchant that he was, decided that it was foolery to offer more for so little payoff, even if he did want to press his bulk atop her.<br><br>Skjorn stood aghast, eyes starting from his head.&nbsp; “Sold!” called the slave master at last, sensing the trend of things, the muscles in his anus twitching as he mentally counted the coins at though they were already in his hand.&nbsp; Kitiana Vos Strolgen had just become the most valuable commodity in all of the north.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaynahotaling</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 15:39:59</strong>
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				Kit had endured the jeers and leers of the crowd as she was paraded in front of them. The woman's nipples were stiffened and she felt a stirring in her cunny as the excitement of being on display started to affect her.&nbsp; When the lash tasted her flesh she had nearly turned to throttle the slave master, her body trained in the ways of war would have easily been able to destroy him before anyone could have intervened, but the whip brought another sensation to mind. Recalling that she was here for a mission she gave a little half moan and flinched as if the whip lash had excited her.&nbsp; "Aahh". <br><br>He beautiful woman had just been about to dance to drive the prices up and get to her purchase price faster when she caught sight of the big figure on the steed. The busty silver haired beauty stayed her action as she felt his gaze run over her flesh on display.&nbsp; The woman gave a shiver as the instinctive submissive side of her psyche responded to his strong look.&nbsp; In moments the woman had gone from slightly aroused to gushingly wet. <br><br>As the man came to the stage she kept her eyes focused on the handsome young man.&nbsp; Her clear eyes drinking in the sight of him in a very unslave like manner.&nbsp; Kit was older than him, by decades but her beauty and longevity allowed her to appear just a few years older.&nbsp; The truth was she had many children who were much older than the young man.&nbsp; Kit didn't care about that though, she was on a mission, and that was the only thing on her mind.&nbsp; Soon her mission would be presented and she could please her mistress.&nbsp; Until then she would play her part. <br><br>Offering a pretty smile to the young lord she said in a husky whisper.&nbsp; "Thank you m'lord.&nbsp; You shall not be disappointed in your purchase."&nbsp; The light haired woman then tipped her head to him an abbreviated bow, that conveyed respect, but showed she didn't really know who the man was.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunar Raven</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 08:36:04</strong>
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				Valdis merely shrugged to the assurances of the slave woman, but otherwise gave no sign of disappointment.&nbsp; Turning his horse from the crowd, he went back up to Skjorn, whose expression was too blank to be anything except disapproval for this extravagant spending of money on a single slave.&nbsp; "I'll leave the details to you Skjorn.&nbsp; Settle things and let us be on our way."<br><br>The master slaver was quick to usher Kitiana away and designate some other subordinate to handle the remaining slaves to be sold, eager to close the purchase by himself.&nbsp; The day had been successful beyond his wildest dreams and his impatient manner showed it.&nbsp; The man called Skjorn was already waiting for him behind the slave pens where transactions took place.&nbsp; Tall and hale, despite possibly being in his later years with a balding pate and greying hair, the man had piercing eyes and a whiplash manner that brooked no insolence – his gaze had little love for the slaver and almost no sign of trust for Kitiana or even the slightest signs of desire or lust – it was possible that his libido had long since dried up or he was truly professional about his duties.&nbsp; The slave master tugged her forward for his inspection, licking his lips at the anticipation of relieving the man of his gold.<br><br>For his part, Skjorn merely looked distastefully at the woman who had set his household back by such a large sum.&nbsp; "Is she healthy?" he asked pointedly and the master slaver assured him she was in the peak condition of health, though neglecting to mention that she had been underfed.<br><br>"That remains to be seen," snapped Skjorn.&nbsp; "I take it she is at least house broken?&nbsp; This creature doesn't look the sort to be found in some common household, and the last thing I’m about to tolerate is an unruly slave."<br><br>Despite his words, he did not wait for the other's assurance.&nbsp; With practiced hands, he seized her face and pushed aside her lips to look at her teeth.&nbsp; Satisfied, he went on to look over her body and silvered hair for signs of wasting or disease, her wrists and ankles for fetter scars that betrayed an unruly slave that had remained unsold for a lengthy space, her breasts for fullness or deformity, and her sex – with hard fingers, he thrust a pair into her, feeling around before snorting.&nbsp; "Not even a virgin and you were starting the bid at thirty crowns?&nbsp; Also, I dare say this wench hasn't been fed - see those ribs, her face – when was the last time she ate?"<br><br>There was more, as the two discussed matters as though discussing the sale of a farm animal, ignoring her as they went.&nbsp; After much discourse, Skjorn at last reluctantly handed over a weighty pouch of coins.&nbsp; It was a testament to his skill as a negotiator that he shaved four hundred crowns from the miserly slaver.&nbsp; "Come along you," he motioned, once he had collected the deed of ownership and gathered her chains, leading her to the caged wagons where all the other slaves he painstakingly negotiated over the past week were being held.&nbsp; Without clothing her, two Nords ushered her into the wagon with nearly two dozen other slaves, securing her chains to the iron hoop in the floorboards.&nbsp; Some looked at her blankly, but most were only engrossed in gloomy speculations about their futures to really pay attention to a newcomer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaynahotaling</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 21:34:37</strong>
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				Kit accepted the inspection easily, the cold callous professional manner of Skjorn had her cunny already wet for when his fingers slipped into her.&nbsp; A soft grunt escaped her lips, but the girl was careful not too look the man in the eye as he finished inspecting her.&nbsp; It was tries she had not eaten in a week, her body was looking a bit gaunt a look favored by some, but the woman's strenght of body was still evident.&nbsp; Most of her weight loss had been from her breasts, her milk production had dropped off considerably with out the calories to keep her breasts full.&nbsp; &nbsp;A week of food rations and her body would plumpen nicely and her milk would flow once more.&nbsp; <br><br>The sorceress had performed rituals to prevent her milk from drying, sometimes using it as an ingredient in her potions or spells.&nbsp; Kit shook her head to dispel the memory of the sorceress and her lips as she drank from the broken woman. With her nipples stiff she followed The guards to the wagon where she took her place. Kit glanced at the other slaves trying to make sure that they recognized her and knew that dispite her stiff nipples and wet cunt, she was not in the mood to play with any of them.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman rode silently, pulling her legs in close to offer herself a little modesty as they rode in chains to her new life.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunar Raven</strong> on <strong>19-06-2016, 10:20:19</strong>
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				The heavy iron cage was closed and heavier chains bound it shut.&nbsp; Even as the two guards made their rounds to ensure that all was in order, Valdis came riding up, pulling the stallion to hold as soon as he was within earshot of Skjorn.&nbsp; "Are we ready to depart?" he asked wearily, to which Skjorn glowered darkly.<br><br>"No thanks to your extravagant spending my Prince, I would say that we are <em>quite</em> ready to depart," exasperated the major-domo.&nbsp; "Why!&nbsp; Let us make it a habit of spending three thousand crowns on every slave we buy in the future!"<br><br>One of the Nord guards, who was on the other side of the cage and out of earshot, whistled lowly and gave Kitiana a second look.&nbsp; "Do you think she’s worth it?" he asked his partner with a chuckle.&nbsp; "Certainly she'd go some way to warm up the cold nights, but then again, why wait for the night?&nbsp; The days in north can also be rather chilly."<br><br>"Get your head out of the clouds," scolded the other.&nbsp; "Who ever heard of Valdis buying a woman to satisfy lust?&nbsp; Look at her closely – does she look like some collared city slut?&nbsp; This one is a fighter, or I’m a harpy's uncle.&nbsp; Don’t be surprised if she ends up guard captain in the future."<br><br>"Hells, that will be the day!&nbsp; I doubt Valdis would be soft enough to put a mere slave in such a position!&nbsp; You say she’s a fighter?&nbsp; Look at that body you fool!&nbsp; Those curves!&nbsp; Maybe the Prince has an eye for dark meat; certainly I wouldn't mind a–"<br><br>"Enough nonsense you two," snarled Skjorn, having finished his discourse with Valdis and wondering why the two guards were not making their rounds.&nbsp; "Finish securing the wagon, then we leave."&nbsp; The two men snapped to attention, saluted against their will and rushed off.&nbsp; Skjorn gave the nearby Kitiana a dark glare, though he looked at her proud bearing a second time over, revaluating her a touch more favourably, but still without real favour.<br><br>Less than ten minutes later, the call to move forward came, and the wagons lurched forward where before them, the grey, ice capped mountains that separated the south from north loomed in the distance.&nbsp; It was not until shortly after midday that Valdis decided to finally come down from the front to see the sorry lot that Skjorn had selected.&nbsp; Handling his horse easily, he pulled beside the caged slave wagon, where he looked over those within impersonally.&nbsp; At least until he came to the bronzed Kitiana.&nbsp; Though his expression did not much change, he called for Skjorn.<br><br>"Really, Skjorn?" he challenged, disappointment evident in his tone.&nbsp; "Do you intend for her to freeze to death on her first night?&nbsp; How about affording her a little dignity at least, or are you just trying to please your old eyes?"<br><br>"My apologies Lord Valdis," replied the other with bowed head and false obeisance.&nbsp; "Had I not been so flustered by your outrageous spending this morn I would have remembered.&nbsp; Gods, Valdis!&nbsp; What possessed you?&nbsp; Three thousand for a slave?&nbsp; Such a price is the ransom of royalty, and even then, only after careful consideration of all options; not on some whim!&nbsp; Well, we are far from town – some rags will have to suffice until–"<br><br>With his knees, Valdis urged his horse forward whilst his hands went to clasp of his cloak to undo it.&nbsp; Skjorn’s face was too blank to be anything but outrage as he whirled the cloak from his shoulders, bundled it and pushed it through the bars at the silver-haired woman.&nbsp; "Here," he grunted brusquely; "the fault is mine for not checking up early.&nbsp; It will never do for clothes, but at least it will keep the chill of the mountains and the night at bay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaynahotaling</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 15:36:21</strong>
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				Kit was sitting with her legs together on the floor of the cage wagon, her arms wrapped around her breasts for warmth rather than modesty.&nbsp; As the activity of their departure was going on around her she heard the two guards talking about her and she grinned as she listened with eyes closed.&nbsp; As the one who recognized her as a warrior in her prime mover by the cage near to her, she opened her eyes, the starling hue pinning the man in place as she said in a low whisper.&nbsp; "I will remember you when it is your turn to serve me".&nbsp; A confident smile on her lips she closed her eyes and sat silently once more.&nbsp; The haughty princess comported herself so differently from other slaves that even those in the cage with her didn't want to speak to her or be too close. <br><br>The hours of the journey were passing by when the prince finally noticed her nudity.&nbsp; Again she gave a smile as the major domo was chastised.&nbsp; When the opulent cloak was passed to her she opened her eyes and moved to take it.&nbsp; Kit's impressive chest was on display, again she didn't care for modesty, the things she had seen and done had purged it from her soul decades ago.&nbsp; The corded muscled in her forearm popped out on her arms as she took the cloaks weight.&nbsp; Squatting in the cage she made a show of draping her voluptuous form in the beautiful garment, showing all that she was favored by the prince.&nbsp; Then almost dismissively she nods her head to him in thanks without uttering a word of gratitude.&nbsp; <br><br>She said in a loud clear almost regal voice and with proper infection.&nbsp; "Clearly your highness has the proper mindset in recognizing and caring for valuables."&nbsp; &nbsp;The words were a slight to skorn though she didn't bother to glance at or acknowledge him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunar Raven</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 07:32:29</strong>
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				Valdis glanced at the slave woman from the corner of his eyes at the comment.&nbsp; Her manner and bearing was unlike that of the slaves he knew; unusually proud, even whilst bound in chains, so that for a moment he had to wonder if she was being sarcastic or was taking a jab at him.&nbsp; These thoughts he did not voice, though.&nbsp; Unlike Valdis, Skjorn did notice the stab at his integrity, and glared back coldly at the woman.&nbsp; Unlike all other men there, her beauty had as much effect of him as the mountain wind blowing against stony fortress.&nbsp; If Valdis' pride was like that of a lion – docile yet waiting to be roused – Skjorn's was like that of a hawk; sharp, fierce, and highly territorial, brooking no challenge to his authority.<br><br>"You will learn your place like every other, woman," he advised her coolly, once Valdis had left and he had regain his composure.&nbsp; Made unsympathetic and somewhat cruel by age, without even a single trace of carnal titillation, he mentally wondered how far this slave would keep her pride with some nameless soldier buried balls-deep in dignified slit.&nbsp; This woman undoubtedly thought herself favoured because of the exorbitant price spent to obtain her, but a fall from grace was always had – Valdis had undoubtedly allowed a fancy to possess him – when he tired of her, she would undoubtedly be passed out to the common soldiers where she would live and end her days with sagging tits and a loose cunt from servicing the local garrison and squeezing out a dozen and a half bastards.&nbsp; With a haughty snort, he too turned and left.<br><br>The other slaves thought little of such things, other than to look sullenly at the sign of favour Kitiana had received.&nbsp; Some of the males had begun to notice her charms, whereas the women looked on jealously, thin and dust-stained as they were.&nbsp; A last check was made to ensure that shackles of the slaves were in order and their chains shackled to the rings in the floor boards.&nbsp; A few minutes later, the call was sounded, followed by the crack of a whip.&nbsp; The oxen bellowed angrily, but pulled at their burdens and the slave wagon began to move steadily and inexorably towards the snow-capped mountains.<br><br><hr><br>The ride was harrowing.&nbsp; The first day was sullen and cloudy, with every rock and pothole jarring to the chained occupants of the wagon, who had little room to balance or catch themselves.&nbsp; A bowl of thin gruel and a wooden cup of water each was their rations for the entire day.&nbsp; The second day saw a slow, but steady ascent, the land becoming more barren and the winds more frigid, the climate more inhospitable.&nbsp; A half bowl of thin gruel and a wooden cup of water each was their rations for the day.&nbsp; On the third day, the wagon train crossed the snowline.<br><br>Outside, guards made bets as to how many of the slaves would survive the night.&nbsp; The air was no longer only cold, but biting as well, and men's breaths came out in small clouds.&nbsp; The iron shackles and chains made it seem even worse.&nbsp; The slaves crowded together for warmth, but either out of awe, or resentment, they kept away from Kitiana.&nbsp; The world outside the wagon had become a frozen hell of snow and rock and the blue vault of the sky above offered little comfort.&nbsp; The light of the sun did not even seem to offer the comfort of heat, but rather made the white powder of snow dazzling to look upon.<br><br>When night fell, the temperature dropped precipitously.<br><br>As the daily ration was to be handed out, Skjorn came.&nbsp; He watched over as each of the slaves was handed out their ration, but when Kitiana's turn came, the major-domo held out a hand to forbid them from dispensing the hot meal.&nbsp; "By the time we reach Starfall on the other side of the mountains, I will see to it that you know your place and your future," he told her coldly.&nbsp; "Do not think because you were bought by gold, instead of copper, that you are important.&nbsp; Do not think that the contours of your body or the brown swell of your breasts entitle you to more.&nbsp; You will learn humility when addressing your betters and you will do so promptly, girl; failing that, the next caravan that passes through this route may well find your frozen carcass in the snow.&nbsp; The next time I hear you speaking to Lord Valdis as though you were some sort of equal will result in more than a missed meal.&nbsp; Do I make myself clear, <em>slave</em>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaynahotaling</strong> on <strong>27-06-2016, 15:03:45</strong>
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				Kit rode in silence grateful that the others were too afraid of her to bother her.&nbsp; The stoic woman was suited to the harsh weather, her warriors body held enough fat to keep her warm and give her form a lush soft appeal, but with the royal cloak about her she was warm enough.&nbsp; Always her bright eyes watched.&nbsp; She saw the guard come and go about their duties and quickly worked out the pecking order of the other slaves.&nbsp; The meals came and nurished until the third day, when the major domo returned to the cage with a glint in his eye.&nbsp; <br><br>Kit calmly watched his tirad about place and such, and while she understood why he would go to such lengths to bring her low, she felt only pity for the man.&nbsp; If he'd been younger she would have bared some skin, but it was clear he would not be swayed or enticed by her flesh.&nbsp; Leaning closer to the bars she finally responds to him, her voice soft and as cold as the air outside. "I know my place m'lord" she says using a slaves lowborn inflection and words.&nbsp; "I humbly ask your forgiveness and wish to make amends".&nbsp; Tilting her head to the side in a somewhat submissive pose she continues "Perhaps m'lord should take his rod to me for being so insolent".&nbsp; The entendre hung there pregnant between them.&nbsp; "Assuming m'lord's rod is up to the task". <br><br>Kit then grinned at the man, she wasn't afraid of him or his petty jealousys.&nbsp; At any time she could escape, if she needed too, and if the fool did damage her the mistress would restore her and simply send her out on another mission, more likely an assassination, as opposed to the seduction she was on now. Kit saw that the prince's eyes were on the wagon watching as the advisor supervised the slave feeding. With the smirk on her lips she leaned forward and pressed her lush curves against the bars of the cage. "You threaten me again and it will be the last time."&nbsp; As a demonstration her hand shoots out from the cage with her superior reflexes and snatches the man's knife from his belt before he could flinch she tapped the hilt bottom of the knife against his belly three times.&nbsp; The round blunted end did no damage to the man other than his pride which was almost as bad, but the princess slave still was getting a measure of this man. The knife was back in his sheath before he stumbled back, but the point had been made the blade could have touched him just as easily.&nbsp; <br><br>Staring hard at the man she wondered if the prince had seen the display, again she didn't worry over much as she was quickly growing bored with her caged ride.&nbsp; She needed to get on with her mission or to find some other way to blow off some steam. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lunar Raven</strong> on <strong>01-07-2016, 07:22:15</strong>
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				Skjorn step back and spat in disgust for having been so easily disarmed, let alone toyed with.&nbsp; "You will regret that, you filthy little trollop!" he spat under his breath.&nbsp; If Valdis had noticed the alacritous exchange, he had given no signal for he was already gone from sight; a fact that Skjorn seemed to take notice of as his eyes flashed back to the dusky slave in contemplation of dark deeds.&nbsp; He seemed to come to some decision in his mind when he turned at the sounds of approaching footfalls.&nbsp; The two guards assigned to care for the slave wagon came into view, the booted feet crunching on the cold snow.&nbsp; They were surprised to see Skjorn, but acknowledged his presence.<br><br>"Is there a problem?" one of them inquired, looking between the major-domo and Kitiana, but Skjorn shook his head.<br><br>"No problem at all," he growled unconvincingly.&nbsp; With one last, dark glare over his shoulder, he left.&nbsp; The guards looked on in puzzlement, but without word before resuming their patrol around the camp.<br><br>The night weather continued to worsen to the extent that slave wagon was covered in canvas to shield the slaves from the strong freezing winds.&nbsp; Inside there was the occasional chatter of teeth or the moaning of someone in their sleep from bad dreams.&nbsp; Even with the cloak provided, the cold seeped through, biting into Kitiana's flesh.&nbsp; Minutes seemed to turn into hours, and the hours into eternity, until she could barely feel her hands and feet, whilst the rest of her felt as though she were ice and even her vision danced with what must have surely been hallucinations.&nbsp; It seemed that there was a very real danger that she would not make it through the night.<br><br>Amongst the hallucinations she had was that of clanging metal and ringing chains, with heavy hands hauling her to her feet.&nbsp; This, however, was no hallucination, as two new guards had opened the cage and were hauling Kit to her feel and dragging her along to an unknown destination.&nbsp; Even that brief walk seemed to last a lifetime.<br><br>Then, there was sudden light and a wall of delicious warmth rushed over her.&nbsp; She found herself inside a huge tent, where thick canvas and furred animal skins kept the cold ground from their feet, and the tarp of the pavilion was thick enough that the harsh, howling winds outside barely caused them to flutter.&nbsp; Kitiana was left to stand by herself as the heavy cloak was stripped from her and replaced with nothing.&nbsp; Through bleary vision she could make out that several men were standing around an oaken table with a map sprawled upon it – their attention was fixed and they barely paid the naked slave so much as a glance.&nbsp; Speaking in their barbarous northern tongue, there was little for her to understand.<br><br>A familiar voice answered them in the same tongue.&nbsp; Valdis was standing on the other side of the tent with his back turned to the assemblage and the slave woman, naked but gleaming from oils rubbed into his skin.&nbsp; A pair of slaves, whom Kitiana had not seen amongst those in the wagon, were currently employing a hooked spatula to scrape the oil and grim from his body.&nbsp; In front of him, a wooden slatted tub of steaming water indicated his next course of action once the servants were done with cleaning his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Queen in Chains (kaynahotaling &amp; Lunar Raven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaynahotaling</strong> on <strong>18-07-2016, 14:34:31</strong>
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				Kit was starting to contemplate an escape plan when the cold stole her strength from her in the night. The possibility squandered she sat and shivered uncontrollably.&nbsp; As her vision began to swim with the hallucinations and lucid dreams she bit her bottom lip to keep from showing weakness and calling out names from her past.&nbsp; So many years and paths gone by teased in her mind as her body slowl died from the shock and cold.&nbsp; <br><br>When the guards came for her she didn't have the strength to struggle and her will had ebbed so low she was almost thankful that the major domo was ready to exact his revenge.&nbsp; It wasn't until the heat of the tent started to revive her senses that she thought she might live through the night.&nbsp; The sight of the naked oil glistening prince tickled her senses as she slowly forced herself to her full height.&nbsp; Back straight, her large bust on display she waited as a peice of art once her shakes had ceased.&nbsp; The woman's mistress had often made her wait naked as she tended to business.&nbsp; It was both a humiliation and a test of endurance.&nbsp; After years of slavery kit had proven that she was able to deal with both.&nbsp; So she stood there in the warmth, life slowly returning to her limbs. <br><br>Eyes focused straigh ahead, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, barely taking note of the other men in the tent.&nbsp; Kitiana's body tingled as the heat brought life back into her.&nbsp; Eyes sharpening she glanced over at the maps trying to see if these nobels were preparing for war or already in the midst of one.&nbsp; Having been trained for such things she understood how to read the maps to see what was what.&nbsp; As her mind focused her body relaxed as she stood on display, her nipples stiff from the cold finally relaxed on her body as the healthy tanned skin flushed out the blue tinge that had marred her skin moments ago. 
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