Wanderlust (IrishWolf & CopperLily)
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				Title: <strong>Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>20-11-2016, 23:47:23</strong>
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				The town of Frey on the River, was fast growing into a modest city. It was all about location or the settlement would have never gone beyond a pleasant little farming village. Luckily, the first peoples to live here, had chosen well. The Vrahm ran deep, allowing barges and broad bellied river craft all kinds, to make it up from the coast and the rich trade hub of Windharbor. Of course, running up the river would have been a dead end, had it not been for the Old Dwarven Trade Road, tramped out after the collapse of the Underway and the newer roads, built by Elf, Gnome, Lizardfolk, Centaurs and Loxos. <br><br>Merchants from all over the world of Aerilia, were to be found in the inns of Frey on the River or hawking their wares on the streets. Beasts of burden, those native to the southern plains all the way to the northern wastes, were to be found in the stables. Coins from all the realms were exchanged, as jewelry of every style was haggled over. Spices from the four corners were found in abundance. Toys, weapons, armor, silks and cloth, dye and porcelain, all passed through and were properly taxed. <br><br>However the greatest of the markets to the found in Frey on the River, were the slave markets, which had almost grown into a town within the town. A central open square was surrounded by warehouses, stables and stalls and set with four more open squares, one on each corner. Slaves were sold on the block by auctioneers or, if from the more prodigious merchants, from stables, much likes those for horses, to be examined up close, each slave housed in their stall. There wasn’t a single race to be found absent from the merchandise being sold or from the ranks of the merchants. <br><br>Raúl Carreira moved easily through the slave markets or at least he appeared to. He was always a little wary when he was dirtside on a world with such a primitive culture. It wouldn’t do for the locals to discover that he was a human. Not only because their weren’t any other humans on Aerilia but because of what might happen to him, if it was found out that he was from another world. He had heard stories of humans (or other galactic faring races), torn apart by primitives, thinking them demons or false gods. He had even seen it happened once and barely escaped with his life. However, the money he could, buying slaves on such planets and smuggling them into either core worlds or to the criminal sanctuaries to be found in space, had been far too tempting, to get out of his line of work. <br><br>Still, he was grateful it was easy to disguise himself here. He was naturally light of skin, so all he needed to do was dye his brown hair blond, slip in some contacts to change his brown eyes, to in this case green and attach some prosthetics to his ears and he could pass for an Elf. One set of native clothing, cut in a well to do style, completed the look, along with a good amount of fabricated money. Oh it was made of real gold and silver, it was just forged to look like the local coins. The prosthetics also hid his translator, letting him talk like a local and letting him understand all the banter around him. <br><br>After settling his shuttle down in the forest, where it wouldn’t be found, Raúl had spent a good part of the night walking towards the town. This was only his second time on Aerilia, to he had needed guidance, helpfully delivered from the sensors on his ship, which was orbiting above. Now that he had spent several hours walking around, observing and remembering from his last visit, he was fairly sure all the ins and outs of buying here in Frey on the River. He had considered just placing bids on those being sold from the block, but the better quality of slave was to be found in the stables and of course, they cost more money. But that just meant he could charge more when he returned to civilized space. <br><br>He had taken a while to choose which to look for slaves in but had finally decided on a stable, which proudly named itself The Collared, as seen on a gold gilded sign. Stepping inside, he found a small room, with a counter, no one in sight but this he had gathered was normal. Those running stables, wouldn’t even talk to you, without seeing our money first. Smiling confidently, he placed three fat gold coins on the counter, each clinking loudly in the small chamber. <br><br>“I would like to browse your wares” Raúl announced in the trade tongue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 09:54:14</strong>
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				The coins rested on the counter for a long moment before one of the silk curtains leading to the back of the store fluttered, and a creature walked out. The shape was that of a beautiful, if stylized, humanoid female, but made up of wisps of mist and fog, bright blue eyes glowing on an otherwise featureless face. A few metal bangles, arm and ankle bands adorned the figure, suspended as if by magic.<br><br>An Air Spirit then, held to physical form with the use of the jewelry. <br><br>They were known to be excellent slave traders. Utterly amoral as regarded the "lesser" races they had no problem treating them like cattle, or clever pets. They were also uninterested in the pleasures offered by a slave's flesh - the most beautiful virgin princess, destined for the auction block, would arrive untouched if guarded by an air spirit.<br><br>"And browse you shall visitor. Our stock is only the finest - well-bred, and trained to the highest standards." She motioned to the two silk curtains. "To the left, the males, to the right, the females. Take your time. You may sample any stock you like, though if they have a seal placed over any...opening...please do respect that. Or at the very least be prepared to pay their unsealing cost."
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 00:33:33</strong>
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				Raúl had seen many strange things, as he traveled among the stars, collecting all manner of people for the slave trade. More races than he could count and with biologies, which would make someone’s head spin. However, if he wanted to make a top ten list of the weirdest beings he had encountered, a spirit of air, bound to corporal form by bracelets, would be among the top three, at least. Which is why he had to keep his face very relaxed, as if this was an ordinary, very day event. <br><br>“My thanks” said the human, masquerading as an elf, bowing slightly and adding a silver coin to the three ones of gold. Maybe it was just a little thank you or a bribe to be left alone, as he inspected the offerings the stable had to offer. Maybe it was a down payment incase a seal was, disturbed. The extra coin could be many things. <br><br>For a moment, he considered the two silk screens. Depending on just what kind of slave one was looking to sell, males could go for a high prices but the demand wasn’t nearly as high. Most auction houses, wouldn’t take a male, unless they knew beforehand that someone would be attending interested in buying one. Females, while higher in demand, might produce less profit but a guaranteed one. After a few seconds, he turned and passed through the right hand curtain, walking slow and looking into every stall. <br><br>This wasn’t the kind of place one would buy in bulk or at least not if you didn’t have a strong guard. Not that the stable itself would turn on you but anyone walking out of such a place with more than two slaves, would attract criminal attention. Besides, the hold of his ship was already filled with lesser quality slaves from another planet. No, he was here looking for a crown jewel for his haul. He had been considering one of the more exotic races to be found, a centaur or a loxo. However, those might be a harder sell, The last time, the elven slave he had bought, had sold very well. So, when he reached the stalls holding elves, he slowed down even more, making close inspection, until he paused completely at one, looking in with interest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 07:20:10</strong>
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				The spirit inclined its head slightly and let him pass, the extra coin buying him at the very least a little extra privacy with the merchandise. The stalls themselves were well-kept, built of stone and lined with wood to make them feel slightly less stark, the bars on the side facing the hallway thin enough not to obscure the view, save for those species whose physical strength required more robust security. A gentle breeze, a trivial thing for an air spirit to create, flowed through the hallway, giving the room a light, refreshing feel despite the number of living beings trapped there.<br><br>There were several stalls with elven slaves - the species was a perennial favorite of the slave trade. Petite and attractive, they were relatively easy to keep, their nature made them natural suited for service, and they remained youthful looking for far longer than most species. As a bonus, their own social and sexual mores meant they rarely had a strong preference between male and female owners, making them far more agreeable as purchases for both groups.<br><br>One lot, in particular, had four girls, all of them slight, but pleasantly curved, sitting quietly in a corner together - not huddling but merely close to one another, until they noticed him looking in, and then they scrambled onto all fours, their heads respectfully bowed. Each was a picture of feminine beauty - and the key to their cell hung on a post beside the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 00:03:12</strong>
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				The spirit had been right. As he passed each stall, he found prime examples, at least physically, of each of the races to be on Aerilia. Given the thickness of some of the bars though, he wasn’t sure if each and every slave they were selling, could be counted among the best trained however. Or perhaps they were just leftover from before The Collared was selling the finest to be found and why waste money on replacing perfectly good bars? That was something he could understand, given the holds on his own ship were designed for dangerous animals, why downgrade them now that he was moving slaves? <br><br>It was the stall with four elves inside which caught his attention. Most of the others were occupied by one or maybe two slaves, so four was rather unusual. It took them a few moments before the females noticed they were being watched and in motions so synchronized, they have practiced together for hours every day, all four of them suddenly turned, bowing before him, bring a small smirk to his lips. He had to admit, he was far more used to dealing with defiant, unbroken slaves, it was a nice change in pace to see such well behaved ones. <br><br>The smirk growing into an approving smile, he reached for the key and unlocked the door to the stall. Stepping inside, he walked easily to stand before the kneeling girls, looking down at them for a few seconds, admiring the sights to be seen. His posture was relaxed and the door was still opening slightly but he doubted very much, if any one of the girls, would even think about running. <br><br>“Stand” he said softly, using the Elven tongue, his voice low but commanding, “I would inspect all of you.” 
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				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 11:06:49</strong>
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				The truth of the matter and the thickness of the bars was, as with many things, somewhere in between. Even some clients who were assured of the training of the slaves sold here might still prefer solid steel between them and an enslaved Valkyrie, or a Centauress. And, of course, part of it was marketing - thick, heavy bars added a feeling of conquest, and danger, to a powerful slave, just as the captive Nixie at the end of the hall was barred practically with silver filigree.<br><br>The elven girls obediently rose, standing before him, neither making a move for the exit, or to approach closer to him than protocol demand, each standing quietly, their heads respectfully bowed with their hands folded demurely behind them, thighs parted to provide him unobstructed views of what he was considering.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 10:06:35</strong>
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				Raúl nodded his approval, the for slaves stood before him, displaying themselves. At first he merely looked down the assembled Elves, judging them with an experienced eye, before he stepped close to the first one on his right. His hands found her thighs, fingers tracing trails up her sides, before cupping her breasts. One squeeze later, they traveled over her collarbone and up her neck, to the base of her ears. Grasping firmly but gently, he traced all the way up her ears, to the tapered tips, listening as he did so.<br><br>Satisfied, he stepped to the side and repeated&nbsp; the process to the next in line. And again and again, before moving around behind the elves. Stepping slowly, he walked back up the line, giving each a good smack on the rump, not hard enough to be considered punishment but more of a test of muscle tone and reaction. Again satisfied, he walked around in front of them again and gave all four another look over, plainly keeping any inclinations to which he might buy, to himself.<br><br>“Do any of you” he asked, “Have names or special talents?” 
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				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 10:31:23</strong>
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				None of the girls seemed to mind his inspections, their breasts taut, muscles slender and refined, slim without being overly skinny. And each of them, as expected, responded rather well to the touch on their ears, shivering or sighing in pleasure. When he asked his question, one of the girls spoke, apparently for the group.<br><br>"Our names were taken from us when we came to this place my Lord, to be remade at our owner's choosing. Each of us has trained to be a skilled slave, to serve gladly as a domestic or companion. The first girl on your left has the voice of a songbird. The next is one of the finest dancers I know. The girl to the right of me is a talented seamstress...if my Lord has a Lady wife, she would never again have to seek the services of a tailor."<br><br>Conspicuously, the girl did not mention her own talents.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 10:48:33</strong>
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				Raúl turned his head, as as only one of the slaves answered his question. The lack of names didn’t surprise him, many of the cultures he visited did the same with those they placed in bondage. His eyes flicked to each girl, as she voiced their talents, an approving smile on his lips, although he did pause, when she reached stopped, having only said the skills of the other girls. One eyebrow arched slightly at her silence, as he stepped over to her. Gently, he grasped her chin, firmly forcing her to look up at him. <br><br>“And what of you” he asked in a low voice, “What talents do you have pretty one?” 
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				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 10:52:04</strong>
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				She girl stilled when he grasped her chin, her gaze timid when he forced her chin up.<br><br>"I can read, my Lord, and write. Sing, though not as well as the other, and play the harp."<br><br>Educated then, and from the talents she mentioned, well bred. A former noblewoman perhaps? It would explain why she did not voice her own talents - either from fear of being singled out, or in an attempt to aid her former friends or subjects, advancing their interests before her own to see them out of the market and into the hands of a Master who seemed, at least on the surface, kind enough.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 11:14:53</strong>
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				“Read and write” mused Raúl, his thumb idly rubbing under the girl’s chin. That had been an unexpected talent to find among a lot of slaves, on such a undeveloped world. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was something the slavers had thought her to do, in order to increase her value to educated freeman, in need of someone to act like a secretary or wanting someone to teach their own children such skills. Maybe it was something to insure her value, once age claimed her beauty. Of course, there was always the possibility that she had learned such things as a free woman and now found herself in chains. It was just as likely as any other reason. <br><br>But the point was, it made her much more valuable to him. While it was true that plenty of buyers in the illegal markets preferred their slaves as dumb as rocks, there was a much higher class of customer, which like them intelligent. Any auction house he should her to, would pay a higher price for her and use her for invite only sales. He was already sure she would be the one to buy but why not try out all four? He had already spent the silver, after all.<br><br>“Pretty one” he said softly, “I want you to kneel, undo my belt and pull my cock out, then get me hard with your mouth. When I am, I want you to bring each one of the other over and make them suck my cock.” 
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				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 07:07:35</strong>
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				The girl shivered softly as he ran a thumb under her chin, wondering what he made of her admission. He certainly didn't ask her how she came about that knowledge. Though it was, undeniably, a useful and valuable skill on the market. A thing that made her marginally more expensive as...as a thing. A possession.<br><br>She nodded softly at his order - if Elves were generally fairly permissive sexually to begin with, a trained elven slave was even moreso, and she sunk to her knees without complaint, deft fingers working his belt and pants undone. Lowering her head, she took him in his mouth, warm and wet, sucking gently. Her bright, elven eyes looked up at him, a yielding submissiveness in her gaze, but also slight confusion. Was it possible, working on him in such an intimate fashion, that she was piercing his disguise. Regardless, she sucked softly at him, swiftly accomplishing the task of getting him hard. Finishing, her lips slipped from him, leaving him glistening, and she led each girl over in turn, the girl kneeling when she was finished and making room for another. They were all accomplished of course, but two stood out - the original girl, who was marvelously attentive, and the singer, whose tongue was clever and deft. At a guess, another one, the seamstress, who had a more generous bust than the others, had other talents.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 01:03:31</strong>
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				Raúl would be the first one to admit, he had already been aroused, after inspecting the slave girls but as the first elf went to work on him, with her talented and attentive mouth, he had never gotten harder, faster. He had the feeling, he could be completely uninterested in sex for whatever reason and she could still get him rock solid in record time. He looked down with an approving gaze, meeting that submissive look, as she worked his shaft. He was enjoying her talent so much, he almost missed the hint in her eyes, the shadow of confusion behind the submission. Had she figured it out, that he wasn’t of Elven kind? She would be among the first, he had some very good body mods, he used to hide among native populations, not that he had to used them much here on Aerilia. <br><br>He almost sighed in disappointment, when her lips left his manhood but his hungry eyes followed her, as she brought to him each girl in turn, more willing mouths to suck on his shaft. He had to say, he would have enjoyed any of the quartet but two of them, stood out in his mind. Of course, the first girl and unsurprisingly the one she had named as a singer, both had very talented tongues. It would have been very hard to convince him at that moment, to buy both of them, Hell, even all four.<br><br>Raúl felt like a king. Kneeling at his sides, where the singer and seamstress, the latter’s fuller bust pressed against his thigh, as he teased the tips of their ears. Before him, eagerly but the least skilled, was the dancer, trying to deepthroat his cock. But his eyes were one the educated one, drinking in her nude form, as he got closer and close to orgasm himself. His breathing had deepened and it wouldn’t be too long before his pleasure peaked. There was a commanding gleam in his eyes, as he locked gazes with the first girl, holding it for several long seconds, before slowly looking down, as if to order her to take the place of the dancer and finish him.
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				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 11:01:01</strong>
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				The four elven girls attended to him with what could not be denied was enthusiasm. Whatever they had been, whatever lives they had had, the stable he was now in had clearly trained them well to their craft. Even the "least" of the four girls would serve well in a high end brothel, and the sight of all four of them, kneeling before him, waiting their turn was...art.<br><br>The singer and seamstress both coo'd, their lithe bodies pressed to him as he toyed with their ears, expressions blissful and pliant. At the man's glance, the first girl nodded, crawling forward and touching her fellow slave on the shoulder, the girl coming off him with a wet pop and bowing, moving to the side as she was replaced. Guessing that he was close, the girl fell into a fast, deep pace, wet gurgles and groans coming from her lips as she plunged down on him, largely accomplishing what the dancer - who was now occupied with her proper profession - was attempting, her gaze locked up at him as she pressed her mouth downward, welcoming him into her.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 03:02:17</strong>
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				The slaver let out a loud groan, as the dancer pulled off his cock, the wet pop of her lips unsealing from around his shaft, was one of most erotic sounds he had ever heard or so it seemed. Another groan, deeper and uncontrolled escaped, as the educated one again took his manhood into her throat. If he had believed in a God, he would have praised such a deity for the creation of the eager slave, gurgling and groaning around his length, as she gazed up at him. Oh whoever bought her at auction was going to be a very very luckily man. Hell, if he hadn’t invested so much into this voyage, he might have kept her for himself. <br><br>It didn’t take long, not after the enthusiastic way she had brought him to fullness and the offering of three other eager mouths. His heavy breathing had turned to ragged panting and peaked with a groan, which threatened to turn to a primal, bestial, rutting bellow. His figures left the singer’s ear and his left hand grasped the back of the educated slave’s head, pushing her down on his cock, holding her there, as his length pulsed, pumping his cum into her throat. He kept her there until the last shudder of orgasm had passed but even then, he only let her pull back enough to breath around his relaxing shaft. <br><br>For several moments, he stood there, panting through the aftershocks and the effort of remaining standing. But then a smile spread across his face, as he released the educated elf and looked around at all four of the nude slaves, approval glowing in his eyes. He had about half a mind to throw caution to the wind and buy all four. Sure, he would be attacked as soon as he left sight of the town, but he had advanced weapons hidden on his person. He could just cut his way through any thug and continue one to his shuttle. But way wreck the efforts he had gone through to blend in? After all, he could always return in the future, build his fortune and then buy a large number of well trained elven slaves on his last run. <br><br>“Well done” praised Raúl, slipping his cock from the elf’s mouth and belting his trousers back in place, “I wish I could buy each and every one of you.” <br><br>“But” he continued, pulling a fine leather leash from a pouch and attaching it to the collar around the educated one’s neck, “Your my pick.” 
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				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 08:51:13</strong>
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				The singular devotion of the girls, even those who could obviously tell they were out of his favor, was impressive. There was, after all, a reason he came to this market - this planet had refined the training of slaves to an art form. The informal leader of the band took him in her mouth, dutifully lavishing him with attention, wet, attentive noises escaping her taut lips as she tried to bring him to his climax. While he was in here he effectively *was* their Master, and they acted accordingly.<br><br>Soon enough he grabbed her head, the girl letting out a single sound of concern as he pushed her down, entering her throat, the petite elf struggling a bit as she swallowed his seed, gurgling wetly until he let her up with a gasp. The four girls returned to their places, kneeling, several faces glistening with saliva from their efforts.<br><br>"Thank you my Lord."<br><br>The girl looked at him timidly as he affixed his leash around her neck, beaming with pride. "Thank you Master! I will not disappoint you!" The other three looked at her with something that was a mix of sadness, pride and envy, and she looked back at them, affection in her eyes.<br><br>"Be well Sisters..."<br><br>A moment later the air elemental appeared, a finger thoughtfully tilting up the girl's head. "An excellent choice...now there is the matter of her price..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 02:14:53</strong>
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				The silent entrance of the air elemental would have been surprising or unsettling, to someone not used to holographic projections of AIs and the way they just popped up. As it was, Raúl wasn’t overly surprised to see the magical being, although the fact it did as soon as he was finished his testing of the slave’s skills, left him feeling as if he had been watched. Not that it was unexpected, given the business but it was a low tech world and he hadn’t known he was putting on a show. <br><br>“Of course” said the Slaver, glancing down at the kneeling slave girl, running his eyes over her body again, judging and allowing him to give her a small smile, unseen by the elemental, “And just how much do you think she’s worth?”<br><br>He could already tell, he was going to make money hand over fist on this purchase, even if the skillful elf cost him all the gold he had on his ship. Not that he was going to pay that. Buy low and sell high, the key to good business. Besides, he enjoyed a good haggling and this was more for fun and a sense of accomplishment, then profit, which he was going to see plenty of. One had to play the part.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>01-01-2017, 08:00:31</strong>
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				In truth he hadn't been being watched - rather, the girl had crossed a threshold that had summoned the elemental and their kind moved rather quick. The elemental regarded her as well, reaching down to stroke her chin, tilting the girl's head up so she looked up at her owner, eyes submissive and vulnerable, neck bared, breasts pushed slightly forward.<br><br>"Ordinary elf girls fetch 25 gold in the markets. But this is not an ordinary girl. Skilled, pleasant curves and a pleasing disposition. Good breeding as well, uncommon blood. A fine thing to breed if you wish. 60 gold pieces."
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>01-01-2017, 08:32:12</strong>
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				“60” said Raúl, letting a little surprise and an slight indigent tone into his voice, to keep up appearances, as his gaze went to the elemental, “I’ll give you that she’s skilled, uncommon and would be well suited for breeding but for that price I could buy two elf girls and a lizardfolk, with silver enough for a room at an inn afterwards. Unless she can do spellwork, thats robbery.” <br><br>For a moment, he looked against as the elf, taking in her form and smiled, openly and warmly. Sure, it gave away that he would end up buy her but in the grand game, where one opens with an outrageous price, he was also letting the merchant know he was willing to pay a higher price, if they came down somewhat.<br><br>“45” he countered, “Not counting what I’ve already given and 15 silver to you personally.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>03-01-2017, 10:44:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl looked nervous as there was debate about her price - undoubtedly, she viewed instability as a dangerous thing, given how these matters often ended for slaves. His glance seemed to reassure her, as did the fact that the elemental seemed to take this all in good stride, rather than hauling her back to her cell.<br><br>The elemental's laugh was like a soft breeze.<br><br>"Two elf girls and a lizardfolk will not let you brag to your peers that you made an elven princess do unspeakable acts. Or let others do them, and make up the price difference in days. But I like you trader...50, plus what you have given and the...expression of your gratitude."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 04:57:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The slave trader couldn’t help the slight arch of one of his eyebrows, when the elemental claimed that he had picked out an Elven Princess. Well that would explain why she could read, now the question became was it true and if it was, how did she come to be in a stall of slave girls. All things he could figure out later on but he could already see the sales pitch in his mind’s eye, for when he returned to civilized space. A strange humanoid being, a princess stolen away from her country and to be auctioned off in three hours!<br><br>“Thats true” mused Raúl with a smile, rubbing his chin, as if he was considering the offer, “You have a bargain.” <br><br>Reaching into the pouch at his side, the human in elven disguise, pulled out a smaller bag, which clinked with coins and an empty one. Looping the leash around his wrist, he began to count, fat coins of gold and smaller silver pieces, until he had reached fifty of the former and fifteen of the latter, each one dropping into the empty bag, until the cloth was stretched to bursting. Tucking the first bag back into the pouch, he held out the payment for the kneeling elf. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>14-01-2017, 10:40:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl didn't dare gainsay the trader when it claimed she was a princess, though would she dare to do so, so close to being sold? If he rejected her out of principle for that, it was conceivable that the trader would take it out on her once he departed. And so she remained quiet, kneeling timidly be his side until coin changed hands.<br><br>The elemental reached out and plucked the payment from his hands.<br><br>"She is yours. Enjoy all that she is, for as long as she serves."<br><br>The creature was gone in a wisp and a breath of air, leaving him with the kneeling elven slave. "What now Master?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>15-01-2017, 01:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed, at least to Raúl, that the elemental disappeared in the blink of an eye. He almost wasn’t sure he had been interacting with living being, given the speed at which it vanished but given the fact that the bag full of coins was gone, he must have been. For a moment, he was left standing there, the kneeling girl at his side, wondering where the being had gone, before the elf spoke to him, asking what was to be done next. His eyes dropped down to the girl and he smiled, reaching down and gently rubbing the tip of one of her ears, as if he was reassuring a pet. <br><br>“Something to eat” he mused and as if summoned by the thought, his stomach growled softly. He had eaten a little something when he arrived in the town but that had been hours ago and he had done a lot of walking. A thought came to him, how often were the slaves in this stable fed? Not that they looked underfed or starved but was it three meals or just two a day? After all, they weren’t doing much but waiting for purchase and it wouldn’t do for any of them to get fat but it could be hard on those used to three meals, to wait on two. It was a little past time for the midday meal but he doubted they’d have trouble finding somewhere selling food.<br><br>“Come along” said the slaver, his tone easy and when the elf rose to her feet, he led the way back to the front door and out into the early afternoon sunshine. The crowds of people still bustled around but it was easily to find a way through them, the naked slave girl drawing looks but only those of appraisal, not disapproval. Seeing an unclothed slave was rather common, even in towns and cities that lacked the large and busy slave market of Frey on the River. Once they left the complex of warehouses, stalls and squares used by the slavers, the crowds diminished slightly and the smalls of strange spices, pack beasts, smoke and cooking food filled the air. <br><br>Raúl paused at the corner of the street, looking up and studying the signs of the different establishments, finally settling on one which read; The Soft Lyre. Going to the door, he entered to find a large common room, filled with benches and tables, mostly empty but there were a good dozen and a half patrons inside. Along the back, was a bar and in the far corner, a small raised platform, upon which were seated four lizardfolk, all naked saved for collars, three female and one male, all playing instruments, including a lyre. Claiming an empty table, he sat down to wait for a server and patted the bench next to him, indicating his newly purchased slave to sit with him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 03:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf seemed unphased by the elemental's rapid disappearance, though in fairness she had been in the stables long enough for these things to seem mundane. The girl's eyes fluttered when he rubbed her ear, and if she felt any insult from being treated near enough to a pet, she did not show it. Indeed, she seemed comforted by his touch.<br><br>"Something to eat would be nice Master..."<br><br>The girl didn't have that feral, edged hunger from one who had been intentionally starved, but she seemed agreeable enough to the idea - indeed, the whole idea behind this stable's practices were to leave the girls lacking just enough - food, contact, etc. that they would greet nearly any prospect with eagerness. The naked girl rose, following swiftly after him, keeping her head bowed as she was lead through the city, aware of the eyes on her, most of them either considering her value or her use. She had come to this city naked and collared, and it seemed likely she would leave it the same. Following him into the tavern, she looked surprised when he motioned for her to sit next to him, but obediently slid onto the bench beside him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 02:09:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slaver smiled at the look of surprise, when he motioned to the elf to join him on the bench. He almost laughed. No doubt she had expected to kneel at the floor, either at his feet or besides him. Sure enough, he would have enjoyed the naked slave in such a position but why not have a special meal? After all, it was going to be her last one on her homeworld, she could sit at the table with him for that. Besides, owners where he was going to sell her, might let her sit with them for a meal, it all depended on their tastes. Of course, some might make her eat from a bowl on the floor like a dog. Could be a toss up really. <br><br>“We’re celebrating” he said softly, looking at the elf, “Your purchase and a long journey ahead. So I must know, were you really a princess? I want the truth now, you won’t be punished if you weren’t.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>22-01-2017, 07:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew enough not to question his generosity, and obediently sat beside him, her head still bowed respectfully, looking a little shy as she drew some glances from the other patrons.<br><br>"A long journey Master? May I ask where are we going?"<br><br>She looked thoughtful at his next question, before nodding. "I was. Our kingdoms are small, little more than a few villages. But my father was the king of one, and I was his third daughter. There was a peace treaty that required five girls from my village to be given over to be sold as slaves - by tradition, a noblewoman is among them, so that we all share the burden. It...was my fathers turn, and so I was collared." She paused for a moment. "Is that pleasing Master? The idea that there is a royal girl at the other end of the leash?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 01:01:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slaver could feel his eyebrows raise, as the elf girl confirmed that she really was a princess. In all honesty, he had suspected that he had been lied to on that point, during the haggling over her price. It was a good story and one he had been willing to continue, using it when he reached Port Dionysus. The fact it was apparently true, was both unexpected and rather exciting. It explained just how she came to be able to read and write but it did raise a few questions. Just where did a princess go to learn, how to perform orally, so well? He would have to find out, so he would know where to buy next time he was on Aerilia.<br><br>“Yes” Raúl said softly, reaching out to run his finger under the girl’s chin, “It is very pleasing Princess.” <br><br>He was still smiling, when a serving girl, a naked lizardfolk, her green scales liked polished emeralds or smooth ivory, along her belly, sauntered over to the table. Her eyes lingered on the elf girl, plainly a slave by her collar and the lack of clothes but sitting at the table, instead of kneeling on the floor. But quickly enough, her focus was on him, plainly the elf’s owner and a freeman, therefor the paying customer and well off, if the cut of his clothes was anything to go by. <br><br>“What may this one” she asked, bowing deeply, “Get for you Sir?” <br><br>“A bottle of wine” said the slaver, after giving the serving girl a look over, “Two goblets and two servings of whatever smells so wonderful from&nbsp; the kitchen.” <br><br>“Right away Sir” the lizardfolk said, bowing again, flicking another glance towards the elf, this one slightly concerned, as if she was concerned she had misread who the elf was. But, as no hot words of anger came her way, the serving girl sauntered away, to fetch the wine and food, still puzzling over the strangeness of the situation. The elf looked like another slave but wasn’t being treated one. <br><br>“As to where we are going” Raúl said, turning back to his elf, “I will tell you but it will have to wait until later. Lets just say, for now, its very far away.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 00:38:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slave-princess nodded once when he told her it was pleasing, his finger under her chin preventing her from lowering her eyes. She seemed a little uncomfortable when he used her title - perhaps it was due to what the merchant had suggested. That there was a considerable appeal to making a royal, someone who could be viewed as pampered and privileged, do the unspeakable. To command her to debase herself. A fear perhaps, that in that admission she had damned herself to treatment worse than that of some anonymous Elven slave.<br><br>She was faintly surprised, even allowed to sit beside him, that he had also ordered wine for her. She gave the lizardfolk girl a reassuring glance that conveyed that she was just as surprised by this turn of events as she was, admiring the girl's form as she moved away.<br><br>"Yes Master." She bit her lip, summoning the courage to ask the looming question. "To your home...or to be sold again?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 23:48:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raúl didn’t miss the way, the elven girl watched the lizardfolk walk away from the table. Hell, he would have been watching the lithe, eroticly scaled female himself, if he hadn’t been involved in answering questions. A smile spread across his lips, even as the slave asked another of the questions, he would rather not thought about at that moment. He was going to have to sell her, even if he really wanted to keep elf all to himself. But his finances said he wasn’t ready to retire from this life just yet. A few more runs, maybe a couple of years before he could spend the money to get a slave like her and find himself a comfortable place to live out the rest of his life in leisure. <br><br>“I would dearly like to keep you” he said softly, “But you are an investment to me Princess. I have to say though, the way you suck cock, very nearly convinced me to go into debt, to keep from selling you. I can give you some words of comfort. Where I plan to take you, you will be highly valued and well cared for. Your final owner, will be someone of great wealth and power.” <br><br>His eyes shifted away from the elf for a moment, when he spotted the serving girl, carrying wine and goblets, heading for the table. He offered her a smile, as the lizardfolk placed the goblets on the table before him and the elf girl, filling with a practiced ease, without spilling a drop. Before she could turn to leave, to fetch the food he had ordered, the slaver held up one one finger to stop her. <br><br>“Tell me” he asked in a casual tone, “Are you for rent, along with the rooms?” <br><br>“Yes Sir” answered the serving girl, bowing her head deeply, “My master charges a silver piece for an hour.” <br><br>“Thank you” said Raúl, waving the girl off to finish her duties, before leaning in close to the elf, his lips brushing against her ear, “Tell me Princess, would you like to play with her, before we leave the city?” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 10:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew after the third word what his answer would be - no one spoke of how much they would want something if they had the means to have it. She was to be sold. Though she blushed at his flattering, she bowed her head softly, in acceptance if not in joy.<br><br>"Thank you for answering me truly Master. I...hope I bring you a good price." That at least sounded sincere. She watched the girl set their meals down, not touching her food, not yet daring to touch it though she was hungry enough, her attention turning to her new owner as he asked if the lizardfolk girl could be rented as well as a room.<br><br>"Would it please you Sir, to see me do so? I am sure the girl would appreciate a gentle and attentive companion, and I would enjoy giving what I can to her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 20:42:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slaver smiled, as the naked elf girl answered his question about the lizardfolk. He could already see such lovely entertainment in his mind’s eye and just how he would join in. A soft, deep growl rumbled in his throat, as he licked the elf’s long ear, one hand idly reaching up, to caress her breast, his fingers giving her nipple a light pinch, before he sat up straight. Picking up his goblet, he raised the cup to his lips and look a long sip, enjoying the strange taste of the alien drink, that reminded him of dragon fruit, before turning his attention to the bowls of stew, which had been delivered. <br><br>“I would enjoy that” Raúl said, looking at the slave sitting besides him, “Now eat and drink Princess, we’ll be having some fun afterwards and a ways to go later.” <br><br>Smiling, he followed his own orders and began lifting spoonfuls to his mouth. He couldn’t identify the meat, although it tasted much like beef, if it had an odd texture, at least to human, raised on another world. The vegetables were a mix of some sort of root, which looked rather like yellow, miniature turnips, cooked whole and tasting a little like sweet potato and what he would have described as a green carrot. The species, he wouldn’t have been able to guess, although salt was salt, no matter the planet and all living beings needed some. To his mind, the stew could have used a pinch or two more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderlust (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 09:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If the elven slave minded the clear look of speculative excitement on her owner's face, she didn't seem to mind it, nor did she seem to mind the attention to her sensitive ears or the cupping of her breast, shivering softly in what was clearly pleasure and letting out a soft gasp. She was to be sold, and while he had assured her that she would find herself in a place where she would be valued...she wanted to take what pleasure and kindness was offered to her, knowing it might not last.<br><br>"Yes Sir." <br><br>She looked down, eating quietly, clearly tempering her hunger with a desire to be polite. As expensive and well treated as she was as a slave, even the finest houses trimmed costs to try to preserve their margins, and at the moment the fashion was to keep one's stock with just a hint of hunger to them, their bodies trim but not yet famished, the desire to please - and thus perhaps be fed - adding an eagerness to them. She didn't comment on the seasoning, though her nose wrinkled slightly when she ate one of the "green carrots". It had been a long time since she had had Caddis root, and she had never been overfond of the vegetable.
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