Winterfell Trip / Akiels Ex!

[18:58] Malachi Stormcrow nods aprovingly, placing the rest of the bread in his pouch and moving round her to inspect further. Seemed the seamstress had done well. He would have to remember to pay her accordingly. He patted her rump and looked about. The laager seemed absolutely empty. Perhaps a journey was in order.

[19:00] Kyomi Kohime [Boot] stood still letting him look at her. She felt his hand on her backside and jumped a bit, her smile fading some. She had forgotten about that arrangement. As he walked back around in front of her, Boot was looking towards the ground, wringing her hands. She had no idea how she would handle being touched again.

[19:02] Malachi Stormcrow nodded again, as if finalizing the decision, and motioned for her to go toward the gate with him. "For our first outing, we will visit a new land to me. There is a group there I wish to know more about." He too thought about touching her, and how he would go about it. He would be firm and forceful, yet patient when needed. It would have to be a mixture of breaking and healing, he thought, and that would be a difficult task for any master.

[19:34] Malachi Stormcrow steps up to signs of life, noticing the bit of lustmeat before him. "Girl. Tal. Meade." It hadn't been in any particular order, but one word sentences were easy like that.

[19:35] Oor Breen stopped in her tracks when the man approached. Her cheeks appled and her freckles danced as she greeted him in her usual thick barbarian accent "Hullo there Master. Welcome to winterfell." She thumbed over her shoulder toward the tavern as she smiled at his slave "'fraid the Tavern's out of commission for a little while after the fire. Best we can offer ya is the fresh air, and what goods is over outside the tavern there."

[19:36] Rosemary Muircastle wapped her arms around her masters neck when orr had gone, waving a farewell to the girl and tiltin gher mouth to him for a kiss, "I like yer ex-mistress my Master, she be cheery . . . though I don't think she be much o' a mistress. she be real happy in a collar." she murmurs, and then peeks around him at the new comers, her cheek brushing soft against his

[19:38] Malachi Stormcrow grunted at the casual nature of the girl, his eyes growing slightly turmoltuous. He answers stiffly and quietly. "A place to pillage eh? And what about yourself? Are your goods worth rumaging?" he would raise a brow and stare her over.

[19:39] Mordrex Serpente attempted to dislodge himself from Rose but resigned himself to the embrace, his lips seeking hers for a brief moment as he listened to the travelers. His gaze never leaving the fallen ruins that would be called the tavern "Aye, she is a good slave and never was much of a misstress.. She knew i think, that I could've simply broken her neck and been on my way." he smiled to her and kissed Rose on the lips softly, his tongue playing across her teeth before he removed himself from the hug "Though lets learn not to speak about certain things in front of others eh? It makes a man look weak."

[19:42] Rosemary Muircastle nodded, though her words had been soft enough to not be heard by any but the one they were meant for. she let him push her from him but lingered near enough to touch, "master meat brough me bout a ton a kirtles!" she said brightly, "so I can be pretty and also not feeze ta death." she says, twisting again to let the unfamiliar feel of the skirts caress her legs.

[19:43] Oor Breen quirked a brow at the mention of pillaging. She wasn't generally suspicious. Okay, she was. but moreso with the recent arson attack on the village. And then came the question of her own rammagability, and she grinned a wicked, dimpled grin. Her one hip cocked out and her head tilted slightly. "It's hardly the place of a mere beast to parlay her worth, Master." She said, and then rose a finger into the air "Although, i would have to say that my owner is a man. A strong man. and evidently he sees worth in me or I'd be thrown to the sleen, or drowned, or traipsing the boards with a coinbox on my neck. So I would suppose that, if my Masters word is to be trusted, which it absolutely is, my goods are fairly rummagable." The grin faded to a smile as she flicked her hair over her shoulder "Travelled far, master?" she asked as she lowered to her knees then and arched her back -just- so, splitting her thighs and linking her hands behind her.

[19:50] Malachi Stormcrow was glad to see her kneel ... but not for any apparant reason. There was a reason though, I promise. In any case he looks to his own mute slave, then to the other redhead. "See, Boot. There are very good arguments for being unable to speak." He grinned, a wry gleam in his ocean wave eyes. "Well, slut. If you spread your thighs as you spread your mouth I'll warrent you went for quite a good price. Come. Bend over the wares as I peruse them and we will see how well you are pillaged." It would do well, he mused, to teach his own girl a lesson in submissive furing.

[19:52] Mordrex Serpente presses a hand to Roses stomache and smiles softly as he lifts his chin and indicates behidn him "Perhaps you should offer up your services aswell, you complain all the time on the cold here." he offered her a grin and winked at her playfully "That was kind of Meat, hopefully it came from his own coin and not that of the coffers." he held his now freed arms over his chest and stifled yet another couch

[19:53] Kyomi Kohime [Boot] looked up from the spot on the ground where she stared and nodded her her master. She asid nothing, simply placed a hand to the top of his boot. She then looked to the girl, wondering if he really would do that to her right here.

[19:57] Rosemary Muircastle shrugs, "only one man, got two girls there, he be outnumbered 6 ta one! she said and smiles sweetly at Mord, her math was always good, "Didn't ask bout where he got 'em from." though meat may well have used the money from the coffers. keeping rose safe and pretty had become one of his self- appointed tasks it seemed. "But my Master, if you be cold I could warm you right up." she purred and pressed her body agaist him before sinking to the ground till she was eye level with his crotch.

[19:58] Oor Breen said nothing when she was used as an example of why *not* to speak. She'd please some and not others. Such was the lot of a slave. And then it happened. For the first time since she'd been dragged out of paga dens and released of coin-boxes, and given a little attention, and trained, and turned into an *actual* slave, someone wanted to use her. "I, err..." she stammered, and coughed to clear her throat. It seemed the confident air that was fragile at best was crumbling slightly. "My Master is..." She stammered again and just paused, and took a breath. Finally, she spoke with clarity - as much as one with such a strong accent sould muster, anyway "My Master is busy on his boat, Master. I'm not a coingirl. Or a paga slut." and she left it at that. What could a slave do beyond give hints, really, to avoid being fucked.

[20:06] Malachi Stormcrow would have sighed if he didn't figure it beneath him. Instead he just rolled his eyes. He would never understand the privitization of slaves and had recently encountered issues with such to the point where it immediately angered him. "There is entirely too little furing these days, " he wagged his head, and began to stomp past her. Then he stopped, as if some form of wickedness were identifying itself to his brain and saying "Yes, this is a wonderful idea." He looked back at the girl, deciding her master needed a lesson in sharing. He would bend and attempt to wrap his arms round the girl, hoisting her to his shoulder. That was the plan, anyway, and, he thought, a damn good one. It had been ages since he'd stolen a slave. "Grab her feet!" he would tell Boot if he had managed the task.

[20:09] Mordrex Serpente rolled his eyes at the proclamation of the man and looked over to Rose "I think she's about to be captured or some such, a shame I don't hold loyalities to her master.. or her for that metter." he reached out one arm and grasped Rose in a hug, his other hand resting close to his sword's pommel.. Just incase, puckering up his lips he made smacking noises "Now kiss me beast!"

[20:11] Rosemary Muircastle peeks around mords legs at the and was about to let him know of the theft when he gabed her and ordered the kissing, and she was so warmed by his protective move that who was she to argue? she kissed him and between her kissses did manage to say, "her ma . .. .. . . ster . . . .. . . .did . .. . . . . save . . . . . . . me . .. . . . mmmmmmm .. .. .. my . .. . . . . .. mas . . . . . . . ..ter." there was way more kissing than speaking

[20:13] Kyomi Kohime [Boot] watches her master hoist up the girl and nods, gripping her feet. and following.

[20:13] Oor Breen didn't see the man's anger, so intent was she on keeping her eyes firmly ground-ward. But as he moved away, she couldn't help the tiny sigh of relief that came from her. it wasn't that she was restricted - she wasn't. More, it was that she belonged to her owner, and she really had no fucking idea, as a barbarian, how the whole thing worked. His permission was needed, she thought, and her loyalty to him drove her to avoid other men. Even if they did make her ache. she was tugged rapidly from her thoughts when she felt arms wrap around her firmly, and she was hoisted up to his shoulder. A slip of a thing she was, a runt, even by earth standards, and so the ease with which he plucked her from the ground wasn't a surprise. When she landed on his shoulder, she "oofed" gently, before frowning. She'd no idea why he'd picked her up, or where he was taking her, and so, very calmly - almost too calmly, she said "Put me down please, Master." as firmly as she could.

[20:16] Mordrex Serpente pushed Rose forward a bit till her back touched the wall and the hand that was behind her back started to roam around in the front. Pressing into the material of the newly aquired garment. A sigh escapes his lips as he seemingly can't figured out how to get through the fucking material "Warm.. But an obstacle." he said quietly as his breathing quickened "Let the man have his fun"

[20:19] Malachi Stormcrow let his jaw drop and his head tilt backward in order that his deep lyrical laugh could issue forth in full Alar abundance. Yes, he was Alar, or at least lived among them, and so considered himself demigod among men. In fact, he probably didn't even consider this stealing so much as ordaining for a higher calling. She was ammusing him, which was enough for now. One slave who wouldn't talk and another who couldn't stop even when it was good for her. Yes, that would certainly do. He turned to the man who was busy fondling another. "You there!" He flipped two copper tarsks from his pouch and flung them his way. "For keeping silent." He would grin at the man if he turned, and then slap the ass of his pillaged female hard enough to leave a mark. "To me, Boot! Before more concerned citizens arrive." He would laugh all the way to his Thalarion.

[20:20] Rosemary Muircastle was easily talked out of any rescue atempt as her master pressed her against the wall, she chuckled softly against his mouth and with a flick of her finger unhooked the top so it would come off for him easier, "Yes my Master." she purred and once she had unhooked and made the easy access garment even easier access, her hands slipped to his belt to work the buckle.

[20:23] Mordrex Serpente heard the sound of two paldry coppers hitting the ground but made no attempt at grabbing them up, he could make more than that from a few minutes in any city he visited. Ah well, let the man have his fun he thought to himself. When his belt was released he sighed heavily as it and its accompanying pouches fell to the ground "You could be gentler." he said groughly as he removed his cock from his pants and pressed it ot the entrance of her slit "Though... With the way you seemingly thought you had free access to them, I'm contemplating even using you at the moment."

[20:24] Kyomi Kohime [Boot] hurried along with her master, being sure to keep up. She watched teh girl's face as they moved along, wondering how she used her voice to abundantly...

[20:25] Oor Breen's eyes widened when the girl grabbed her legs. the laugh infuriated her, and in a fit of rage, the like that hadn't struck her since she'd been trained, she thumped at his back. "Master! I am owned. You are a..." she gaped as she heard him striek a deal with mord, and when he turned back around so that ivy was able to look up to mord, her face would have been thunderous. "So you're just going to take that are you?!" she asked, him, and then she was distracted again with thumping malachi's back as he tromped away with her "Master. This is theft! theft!" and then she shouted it "THEFT!" in the vain hopes that someone might hear her. Someone who was less of an asshole than mord, preferably. but there was no joy, and as she let go of a heaving sigh and rested her chin on her hand and glowered, she was already imagining trecking over fields and through forest, and emaciating her body again to get home.

[20:30] Malachi Stormcrow felt the beating to his back like a tribal drum. He didn't like those either. Another past incident leaving him again ... irritable. "Girl, I'm COUNTing these poundings, and going to give you double once we reach your new home." He grinned, knowing this would goad the girl to perhaps more flailing. He liked flailing girls on his shoulder. He liked her breasts squishing against his back. He liked that Boot was silently watching all this. He looked at Boot for a moment. "You are a good girl, Boot. You have no idea ... now take the rope from my belt and tie her hands and feet in strong Gorean knots." He slapped the ass hard again, evaluating its jiggliness and humming to himself. He grabbed the Thalarion with his free hand and steadied it. "Not too much kicking now, girl. My ride is hungrily watching your toes and thinks they are dinner."

[20:34] Kyomi Kohime [Boot] leaned in, taking the rope, smiling to her master, pleased that he too praised her. Boot lived for him to praise her and she seemed to be getting a large assortment of them today. Gripping the second rope in her teeth, she moves to the slaves ankles and tries to tie them, not wanting to be kicked int he face.

[20:37] Oor Breen did indeed flail more. but the flailing was accompanied by utter panic that had crept into her voice at the emntion of a new home. "No Master, please! Please. i love my Master. Please!" she begged, and wriggled and writhed in his grip. "Please! Master, I lost him. I only just found him again, have mercy on a poor beast!" And then her ass was slapped and she yelped. She glowered again at Boot as her wrists and ankle were tied. Glowered hard. okay, so she was only doing what she was told - but she was still doing it. And then... then she saw the Tharlarion. She'd not seen one of those before, and as her eyes travelled from one end to the other of it, her mouth gaped open, her brows closened in horror, and she gasped in a breath and held it. when, finally, she was able to breathe again, she spoke in her mothertongue of english - something she couldn't help in the grip of fear. "what the fuck is that!" Suddenly, she had an image of nought but her pretty little legs sticking out of it's mouth.

[20:42] Malachi Stormcrow grimaced at the earthling words. He had only heard them a few times, but recognized the sound of them easily. He made a disgusted face as he threw the girl roughly over the front of his saddle. "Boot, you will walk." It seemed a shame to have the good girl walking and the bad earthling riding, but he couldn't very well drag the beast all the way and she would surely get herself eaten running this way and that and annoying his Thalarion to no end. He slid up smoothly into the saddle behind the girl. It was a good sight. The ass before him. If he had not had quite so much meade along the journey, however, he probably would have thought twice about trying to handle more than one new slave. Perhaps he should become a camp slave master. These and other musings ambled through his mind as he provided a deaf ear to her continual screetchings. He urged the beast forward. "Home, girl."

[20:47] Oor Breen recovered from her shock when she managed to find herself saddled on the Tharlarion. And again, her protestations began. "Master, I'm not sure what kind of slave would want to be owned by a thief!" she said, pushing her luck "But certainly, I am not one of them!" And various other little snippets as she struggled against the ropes at her wrists and ankles. "And you're going to damage me with these ropes. and my Master won't be pleased at that!" she said, and turned to look up at him "You know - my REAL Master." And then seeing that all her rambling was falling on deaf ears, she went all limp, and distraught, and wallowed.

[20:49] Malachi Stormcrow was so relieved that she stopped that he actually sighed ... deeply, and patted her rump gently, and heard himself think.

[20:54] Malachi Stormcrow finally made it back up the long trail to the Alar laager. He closed his eyes, his body sore, sending Boot on to bed after he noticed how much she had dragged the last ten miles. He decided to tie up the thalarion outside his wagon, not even wanting to bother caging it for the night. He would have enough to deal with.

[20:58] Oor Breen looked up as the Tharlarion came to a stop. She couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the shabby little shacks and wagons about the place. Somewhere that would have been the lap of luxury a few yars back and was now not good enough for the arrogent loveslave of a high caste man. "You live here?" she asked in an accusatory tone as he tethered the tharlarion she was still draped across. and then her current plight seemed to consolidate itself in her mind, and with her head dangling down, she attempted a hairflick that made her look slightly mental, and softened her voice to that husky, thickly accented drawl "Can i get down please, master?"

[21:02] Akiel Martian had his left hand raised into the planks of wood that made up the gate of the Laager, with a hefty shove, the door opened before he walked about it, only to slam it closed. He looked over at the thalarion and querked a brow, his gaze, those emerald hues looking over the beast to its rider, "..ho, brother Mal!", he could not help but grin at the sight, "..caught ye'self another wee slutling to warm ye' furs tonight?", he querried with a shift of his gaze, flicking over to the small female, "..where'd ye' get this slutling from, brother Mal?"

[21:06] Malachi Stormcrow brightens as he looks toward Akiel, but then peers carefully. Gone were the firey trappings of pointy non-poisoned locks. Gone was the dragonball Z look of yesteryear. Something had happened to the man when he had been taken captive by panthers, Mal thought. He raised his hand to him, and with the other patted yet again that round ass before gathering the fabric in his fist and yanking, either taking a ripped portion of her fabric, or the whole girl herself, down to the ground. "Aii, from Winterfell, I believe it was called. And I needed a pillow for the night. O how the nights, they are getting chilly!"

[21:09] Oor Breen struggled to turn when she heard the voice. Appreciation of a trophy that sent her wriggling again. She had to get out of there. HAD to. She didn't recognise the voice though. It had been so long since she heard it. And then she hear mal start to talk and phased out again. Until she was unceremoniously ripped from the back of the tharlarion and dumped on the floor at Mal's feet. "Well. That was uncalled for." she muttered under her breath as she spat out some moss and scrabbled to turn over and sit up. With disgust on her face, she glowered up to Mal and then let her eyes trail around the camp disdainfully, before her gaze landed on Akiel and she frowned a little, and stared, and then her jaw dropped.

[21:12] Akiel Martian shook his head, a light chuckle leaving him at that, had Mal said such aloud, Crimson would have answered that it was living in the Laager, that had begun to change him, and not one in with a few panthers, however, neither would be said. He had that feeling a hole was being burnt into him, and his gaze fell, emerald hues taking in that slightly shocked expression, "..keep ye' mouth open like that slut, the men of the Alar shall show ye' just what your mouth is ment for!", he boomed with laughter at the end of his sentence.

[21:15] Malachi Stormcrow began dismanteling himself for bed, lightening the load he bore as he watched with curiosity the old reunion, at least one sided. Then he laughed, forgetting the curious look on her face and imagining her lips filled with manhood o' plenty. Akiel really was a proper mate and he was glad Jaym had assigned them together. He would have patted the man firmly on the back for such a fine joke had he and the man not recently fallen off a cliff and maintained a certain residual soreness that even men of the Alar could not quickly assuage. He gripped the girl's fire red hair. "Come, to the wagon with you. I will give you a good first lesson ... and perhaps Akiel will provide the second."

[21:19] Oor Breen's mouth closed with an audible click of her teeth as Akiel spoke to her. It was odd, hearing him talk to her in such a harsh tone. she stared at him for a moment, and then smiled that wicked, dimpled smile of hers and nodded "Yes, Master Akiel." she said his name pointedly, and then her attention was ripped away by a fist clenching in her red locks and dragging her to her feet. Even as she struggled to not fall over, a small whimper left her mouth. She was a traned slut now, after all. Her hips, in their defiance, pressed close to Mal, and her body followed, melting into him. She'd no choice but to obey. Obey and earn trust and then slit the fuckers throat and get the hell home. she smiled sweetly as she looked up from under heavy lashes "Yes, Master. Do you think you might untie my ankles for me to walk, please?"

[21:21] Akiel Martian felt his laughter stopping, as if the sound of it suddenly caught in his throat, there was a name in the back of his mind, like splinter he could not reach, it bothered him, "..O-Oor!?", he blurted out. And the suprise could not be kept from his visage, it couldnt be her, not after all this time. Her voice speaking his old name, brought so much flooding back, he took in a slow, steady breath, only to let it out, "..well, dont that beat all..ye' have Odin guiding ye' hand as always brother Mal, enjoy that one..if she furs anything like she used to, ye'll be busy fer a long while..", he said, a curt flick of his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

[21:31] Malachi Stormcrow stopped, intrigued by this old history between the two. He was, of course, delighted to hear of her sexual prowess and would now expect great things from the lass. "Ahh," he started, then chuckled. "I will let you know then." He hesitated again, half wanting to hear the story and half wanting to get to the wagon and all annoyed by yet another fucking request by this new slut. He groaned and drew his sword, spinning her round and spanking her ass with the broad side until she finally made her squeaky way behind his curtains. Once there the magesty would ensue in all the rapturous splendor of Gorean ages. Yes, the holes would be stretched. The bodies would be ripened for delight. And Ivy would certainly "sing" for her "supper" that night. Then, seeing that she was worth keeping surely, he would chain her to his wagon wheel until he saw fit to dish her a second helping of his throbbing Alar goodness. And she would godmoddy fucking enjoy it like nothing in all the world. The End.

[21:33] Oor Breen: Ah. So he *did* recognise her. When he spoke the name she'd not been called in a long time, she grinned. Her head turned and she smiled. He was different. Harder. And she softer and decidedly more feminine. And yet all of that history remained etched into memories that were untouchable, an all of those memories; the happiness, the sadness, the laughs - they were all conveyed in that one smile she gave him. And yet maybe he, who knew her better than most, would spot that dangerous, deadly glint in her eye as she turned back to Mal. Akiel knew well the lengths Oor would go to, without second thought, for what she considered to be freedom. And then she was turned and marched towards what would prove to be several multiple screaming orgasms, and chained for the night, well out of reach of anything... sharp.

[21:37] Akiel Martian could hardly believe his eyes, specters of Crimson's past. He frowned as he caught that glint in her eyes, and his head shook, a silent warning. For her own safety, moreso than Mal's, no, the man had proven himself to Crimson, anyone that could get tossed off a cliff in a fight and manage to stand, was certainly made to survive. The fact Crimson survived aswell, only proved that same in his respect. Mal's actions recieved a smirk as the moved to the wagon, and once they were inside, Crimson would move away, mayhaps Crimson would speak with Oor, if she was still here in the morning.