Julius was ordered to keel away from the main areas of his lords mansion as for the moment a wealthy lord, a friend of the master, was visiting the mansion along with his entourage of slaves and servants. For the moment he was occupying himself with cleaning the stables, which is where the slaves slept, and thinking of what it would be like to not be a slave, to live in a world where men are free, a world where his whoring mother did not sell him into slavery, things Julius often thought about.
Jack opened his eyes, groaning in confusion. All his mornings were like this - with a weight of frustration when he realizes he's still ordinary and in hiding. He felt the heat of sunlight streaking across his face, and held his hand above it. He struggled to push himself up and peeked through the blinds. He watched the people roaming outside, oblivious to him. Of course, no one would know he was here. It was a small, old apartment building which he chose to enter last night. The tiny room that he occupied was safe enough for him. At the moment, he had nothing but a kitchen knife that he kept near his side all night. No more food. He had to get out there and take something. He sighed and pulled on a plain white shirt, dreading the new day.
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Odette Dances
The Room is dark and smoky as guttering candles burn in sconces high on the walls.
Odette steps upon the sand of the dancer's circle and assumes the pose of the captured slave wrists held high above her head forming an X her feet crossed at the ankles. Her body gleams polished by the scented oils covering her naked skin. The fact that she shows no hesitation or awareness of her surroundings displays that she is a true slave.
Her eyes half open seem to gaze into something no one else can see as she waits to begin. She seems oblivious to their hungry stares as she begins with the first pulse of the drums that send a primal feel through the air.
Her fingers flare open as her hips thrust out an circle in the form of a figure eight. Her oiled belly muscles undulate as her body begins moving in an almost serpentine fashion. She is a puppet of the drummers and the rhythm they hammer out her eyes appearing to dream rather than see even her full lips half open as she breaths are part of her presentation.
For several minutes the drums hold her prisoner causing her to sweat an gyrate wildly as if she were suddenly in a primal frenzy.
When they finish she bows gracefully then retreats to her Kennel where she collapses in exhaustion. Her body servant a young turned girl rushes to her and begins cleaning her off. The girl still wears the frightened and disgusted expression many newly turned slaves wear when beholding Odette. They can't an don't wish to understand her afraid that if they do then they will lose a battle they've already lost, they are slaves.
Little do they know that the freedom they crave is only found in death or in service. Odette is a true slave and knows a freedom they are afraid of, she has value. She is a work of art an breeding and unlike the turned treasured for her breeders an Master went to great trouble to create her. The turned may be cast aside or destroyed on whim for they have little accountable value.
Odette is protected an knows that even when her body begins to fail as a dancer and entertainer that she'll be selected as a brood mother so that she might bring forth others like herself.
She looks at her body servant an smiles as she says "Do I trouble you so much girl?"
The girl proves her intelligence by holding her tongue.
"You think I am lower than you but it is you who serves me. You are a lovely girl and if you would only give yourself could show some worth" says Odette softly
"An be like you?
A tame pet with no will of her own?" says her body servant in an angry tone
Odette's powerful legs suddenly wrap around the young girl's waist as she captures her hands in an iron grip
"I am a true slave girl and valued by my Master, if I wished I could squeeze the breath from you and my Master barely notice. Some of my sisters would have by this time after having tired of your misplaced thoughts of who is the superior here.
I actually like you, I enjoy your form and see a dancer trapped within and would love to make you more valuable to my Master.
Don't take this as a display of weakness but as one of frugality and endurance.
Odette gives the girl a tight squeeze knocking the wind from her then leans back relaxing
The turned girl stands no chance against Odette's superior physical form because unlike the ferals true slaves eat better and are therefore more powerful because of it. Still as powerful as Odette and other trues are she is as weak as a babe compared to the Masters an Mistress an she knows this and hopes to impress this on the girl.
The Room is dark and smoky as guttering candles burn in sconces high on the walls.
Odette steps upon the sand of the dancer's circle and assumes the pose of the captured slave wrists held high above her head forming an X her feet crossed at the ankles. Her body gleams polished by the scented oils covering her naked skin. The fact that she shows no hesitation or awareness of her surroundings displays that she is a true slave.
Her eyes half open seem to gaze into something no one else can see as she waits to begin. She seems oblivious to their hungry stares as she begins with the first pulse of the drums that send a primal feel through the air.
Her fingers flare open as her hips thrust out an circle in the form of a figure eight. Her oiled belly muscles undulate as her body begins moving in an almost serpentine fashion. She is a puppet of the drummers and the rhythm they hammer out her eyes appearing to dream rather than see even her full lips half open as she breaths are part of her presentation.
For several minutes the drums hold her prisoner causing her to sweat an gyrate wildly as if she were suddenly in a primal frenzy.
When they finish she bows gracefully then retreats to her Kennel where she collapses in exhaustion. Her body servant a young turned girl rushes to her and begins cleaning her off. The girl still wears the frightened and disgusted expression many newly turned slaves wear when beholding Odette. They can't an don't wish to understand her afraid that if they do then they will lose a battle they've already lost, they are slaves.
Little do they know that the freedom they crave is only found in death or in service. Odette is a true slave and knows a freedom they are afraid of, she has value. She is a work of art an breeding and unlike the turned treasured for her breeders an Master went to great trouble to create her. The turned may be cast aside or destroyed on whim for they have little accountable value.
Odette is protected an knows that even when her body begins to fail as a dancer and entertainer that she'll be selected as a brood mother so that she might bring forth others like herself.
She looks at her body servant an smiles as she says "Do I trouble you so much girl?"
The girl proves her intelligence by holding her tongue.
"You think I am lower than you but it is you who serves me. You are a lovely girl and if you would only give yourself could show some worth" says Odette softly
"An be like you?
A tame pet with no will of her own?" says her body servant in an angry tone
Odette's powerful legs suddenly wrap around the young girl's waist as she captures her hands in an iron grip
"I am a true slave girl and valued by my Master, if I wished I could squeeze the breath from you and my Master barely notice. Some of my sisters would have by this time after having tired of your misplaced thoughts of who is the superior here.
I actually like you, I enjoy your form and see a dancer trapped within and would love to make you more valuable to my Master.
Don't take this as a display of weakness but as one of frugality and endurance.
Odette gives the girl a tight squeeze knocking the wind from her then leans back relaxing
The turned girl stands no chance against Odette's superior physical form because unlike the ferals true slaves eat better and are therefore more powerful because of it. Still as powerful as Odette and other trues are she is as weak as a babe compared to the Masters an Mistress an she knows this and hopes to impress this on the girl.
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Saniyah stepped inside of some lords building with a sigh, she looked around and continued forward. Searching for whoever was around and calling out at timed when she saw fit. This was either going to be empty or she would find someone who could possibly give her shelter. "Hello? Anyone home?" She called, wandering and pacing slightly. AS she looked around though she found no one. Why would such a big place only be occupied by silent servants? She didn't get it. This was all insane. Biting her lip she continued forwards.
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Julius heard chanting, voices and all matters of noise coming from a room not to far in the distance, or at least he supposed it was that room as wild flickers of shadow were dancing in the movement of the flame. Slowly Julius walked closely up to it but by the time he got there the noise had died down, or perhaps it was this level of noise all along he knew not. Julius braced himself for whatever lay inside the door, surely it could not be that bad, perhaps some manor guards had gotten rowdy or maybe some of the higher servants had foolishly broken into the lords wine cellar he knew not but thought that anything else would be unlikely, that is untill he walked inside.
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Odette is taken to visit another Lord's House
Odette's Master sent orders that she be bathed and dressed in her public robes which concealed her form almost totally.
She was then placed in a planquin an carried on the shoulders four strong slaves.
Odette was used to such treatment and actually enjoyed the fact that her pedigree made her so valuable. She had no idea where she was being carried but knew that it was of no concern to her a simple slave girl.
Wholly at her Master's mercy and whim she never allowed herself to worry as to her eventual fate. Some thought she considered herself too valuable to waste and that was why she didn't worry but they were so wrong. The destination of tonight might be a gourmet house where she'd serve as a rare vintage or main course. Odette knew only that she was. A slave and that was all she needed know, for all she knew perhaps her Master intended to breed her and in the end nothing mattered but the present moment.
Soon the entourage arrived at a regal home that spoke volumes of it's owner's power an prestige. Odette was quickly unloaded from her carrier an lead inside by a maid an matron to a room where she like other slaves assembled would wait till summoned
Odette's Master sent orders that she be bathed and dressed in her public robes which concealed her form almost totally.
She was then placed in a planquin an carried on the shoulders four strong slaves.
Odette was used to such treatment and actually enjoyed the fact that her pedigree made her so valuable. She had no idea where she was being carried but knew that it was of no concern to her a simple slave girl.
Wholly at her Master's mercy and whim she never allowed herself to worry as to her eventual fate. Some thought she considered herself too valuable to waste and that was why she didn't worry but they were so wrong. The destination of tonight might be a gourmet house where she'd serve as a rare vintage or main course. Odette knew only that she was. A slave and that was all she needed know, for all she knew perhaps her Master intended to breed her and in the end nothing mattered but the present moment.
Soon the entourage arrived at a regal home that spoke volumes of it's owner's power an prestige. Odette was quickly unloaded from her carrier an lead inside by a maid an matron to a room where she like other slaves assembled would wait till summoned
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What Vince knew about his new wasn't much, just that he was the owner of an entertainment house and at least one cultivated, or bred, slave. When his transportation came to a stop, he managed to catch a glimpse of of another slave being carried in a planquin on for slaves' shoulders. She was out of view quickly, and shortly afterwards Vince was unloaded and lead inside to what he might call the slave assembly room. There he was told to wait like the other slaves, and there he saw the slave that he had seen just a couple minutes before.
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