Tail Between Her Legs
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
7,002
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Lesson
Warnings: Violence
\"You\'re wearing too many clothes,\" Aerin stated flatly, motioning towards her with the squat dagger.
A frown traced its way across her lips as he moved forwards, the weapon still held high. She held her breath, tugging feebly against the pair of cruel manacles binding her wrists high above her head, their thick metal edges biting into her wrists. She swung briefly like a cat-eared pendulum, only ceasing her movement as he placed the dull edge of the blade against her side. She tried to steady herself further, although her toes barely managed to scrape the floor. The wall was cold against her back.
\"You seemed hesitant earlier, so I shall ask you again now... what is your name, kitten?\"
She watched the barbed tip of the blade travel in a lethargic trail across her covered stomach and between the sloping valley of her breasts, not even marring the fabric that covered them with a single scratch or tear. Everything seemed to still and she was caught, almost hypnotized, by the harmless angles and curves made along her body with the weapon. His eyes were dark as no reply issued forth from her parted lips. He looked up.
\"Pet? I asked you a question... answer your Master,\" he said rigidly, pausing in his light strokes of the blade.
She blinked out of her slight trance lazily. \"No.\"
He sighed in frustration and then raised it once more, slashing twice across her waist and chest. The movements were so swift and quick that she hardly had a moment to consider what effect they might have. Once she did, however, she cried out - images of blood gushing forth and gory wounds filled her head. Surprisingly that is not the type of sight that met her eyes as she gazed down in cold-footed fright.
Her now mangled clothing had puddled limply upon the floor beneath her dangling feet, apparently slashed directly and cleanly from her figure. Her ears twitched in annoyance and revolt as she realized she was now completely and utterly nude before this man. A shudder wracked her slender frame.
\"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You could have just answered, pet. Why must you make things all the more difficult for yourself?\" He inquired in a melodic tone, quirking a dark brow.
With a fleeting sigh he began tracing the petite globe of her right breast with the tip of his short dagger, easily ignoring her protests and growling. He increased the pressure just enough to slice shallowly through her skin, creating a fragile thread of crimson along its curve. A miniscule droplet of blood wept timidly from the cut, only to be swept away by the quickness of a pink tongue. She sucked in a breath of start, watching as he raised his head and licked his lips. She swallowed fury and disgust slowly building within her. Gold and pink eyes flashed.
\"Get the hell away from me, you filthy bastard!\" she cried, words dripping with venom. Her tail lashed violently before straightening.
There was a pause.
Then ... laughter? It rippled in powerful waves from his lips, swelling and swelling until it all came crashing down into an equally deafening silence. He leant towards her after a few long moments; voice a mere whisper against her ear. It caused the flesh of her neck to prickle and the hairs there to stand on end.
\"It seems you need a lesson in respect, kitten...\"
Abruptly, he brought the dagger down and plunged it deep into her abdomen, embedding it into flesh and the wall behind. Her eyes widened, the colors of the room seeming to dull and glimmer. Blood rushed to her ears as she felt the same substance slowly dripping from the fresh wound, rushing down in thin streams. A mixture of shock and agony etched itself upon her delicate features, lips twisting into a trembling wince. She gasped, writhing against the wall.
\"Y-you... wh-- wait...\" she stuttered, unable to form proper words. Her head swam with nausea, throat feeling suddenly parched.
He took a fistful of her hair between his nimble fingers, tugging her head forwards so his lips were only inches away from her own.
\"Can you hear me, pet? Good... now, listen closely. Tonight you will be performing in front of a crowd of potential buyers. After all, you are quite a special little slave, meant for more than simple housework. Much more. I hope for your sake you learn quickly and acknowledge your place here, kitten. Your life is on the line - understand that. Do you hear me?\"
He twisted the dagger violently, causing her to writhe and scream out in pain.
\"I will send someone to bandage you up. Take care, my pet...\"
As she felt his lips crush against her own she fell gracefully into the cool, pitiless dark of unconsciousness.
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Author\'s Note: I hope that chapter is better than the last. Anyways, more reviews would be appreciated greatly. Thanks again for reading. =3 I\'ll try to update as often as possible.
\"You\'re wearing too many clothes,\" Aerin stated flatly, motioning towards her with the squat dagger.
A frown traced its way across her lips as he moved forwards, the weapon still held high. She held her breath, tugging feebly against the pair of cruel manacles binding her wrists high above her head, their thick metal edges biting into her wrists. She swung briefly like a cat-eared pendulum, only ceasing her movement as he placed the dull edge of the blade against her side. She tried to steady herself further, although her toes barely managed to scrape the floor. The wall was cold against her back.
\"You seemed hesitant earlier, so I shall ask you again now... what is your name, kitten?\"
She watched the barbed tip of the blade travel in a lethargic trail across her covered stomach and between the sloping valley of her breasts, not even marring the fabric that covered them with a single scratch or tear. Everything seemed to still and she was caught, almost hypnotized, by the harmless angles and curves made along her body with the weapon. His eyes were dark as no reply issued forth from her parted lips. He looked up.
\"Pet? I asked you a question... answer your Master,\" he said rigidly, pausing in his light strokes of the blade.
She blinked out of her slight trance lazily. \"No.\"
He sighed in frustration and then raised it once more, slashing twice across her waist and chest. The movements were so swift and quick that she hardly had a moment to consider what effect they might have. Once she did, however, she cried out - images of blood gushing forth and gory wounds filled her head. Surprisingly that is not the type of sight that met her eyes as she gazed down in cold-footed fright.
Her now mangled clothing had puddled limply upon the floor beneath her dangling feet, apparently slashed directly and cleanly from her figure. Her ears twitched in annoyance and revolt as she realized she was now completely and utterly nude before this man. A shudder wracked her slender frame.
\"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You could have just answered, pet. Why must you make things all the more difficult for yourself?\" He inquired in a melodic tone, quirking a dark brow.
With a fleeting sigh he began tracing the petite globe of her right breast with the tip of his short dagger, easily ignoring her protests and growling. He increased the pressure just enough to slice shallowly through her skin, creating a fragile thread of crimson along its curve. A miniscule droplet of blood wept timidly from the cut, only to be swept away by the quickness of a pink tongue. She sucked in a breath of start, watching as he raised his head and licked his lips. She swallowed fury and disgust slowly building within her. Gold and pink eyes flashed.
\"Get the hell away from me, you filthy bastard!\" she cried, words dripping with venom. Her tail lashed violently before straightening.
There was a pause.
Then ... laughter? It rippled in powerful waves from his lips, swelling and swelling until it all came crashing down into an equally deafening silence. He leant towards her after a few long moments; voice a mere whisper against her ear. It caused the flesh of her neck to prickle and the hairs there to stand on end.
\"It seems you need a lesson in respect, kitten...\"
Abruptly, he brought the dagger down and plunged it deep into her abdomen, embedding it into flesh and the wall behind. Her eyes widened, the colors of the room seeming to dull and glimmer. Blood rushed to her ears as she felt the same substance slowly dripping from the fresh wound, rushing down in thin streams. A mixture of shock and agony etched itself upon her delicate features, lips twisting into a trembling wince. She gasped, writhing against the wall.
\"Y-you... wh-- wait...\" she stuttered, unable to form proper words. Her head swam with nausea, throat feeling suddenly parched.
He took a fistful of her hair between his nimble fingers, tugging her head forwards so his lips were only inches away from her own.
\"Can you hear me, pet? Good... now, listen closely. Tonight you will be performing in front of a crowd of potential buyers. After all, you are quite a special little slave, meant for more than simple housework. Much more. I hope for your sake you learn quickly and acknowledge your place here, kitten. Your life is on the line - understand that. Do you hear me?\"
He twisted the dagger violently, causing her to writhe and scream out in pain.
\"I will send someone to bandage you up. Take care, my pet...\"
As she felt his lips crush against her own she fell gracefully into the cool, pitiless dark of unconsciousness.
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Author\'s Note: I hope that chapter is better than the last. Anyways, more reviews would be appreciated greatly. Thanks again for reading. =3 I\'ll try to update as often as possible.