[Mature] Don't Play With Your Food

Wed Oct 04, 2017 12:43 am

12 Vhalar 717

Mara swiftly moved around her rooms, making sure that everything was in order. She had refreshments and snacks laid out by the slaves earlier in the trial, and the apartment was spotlessly clean. It had been so long since she had had a room of her own like this, that she had not been living on the road, that now she was meticulous about keeping it clean and tidy.

A thought ran through her mind of the missing person that should be sharing it with her - but no. Those days had passed.

Standing smoothly, Mara walked, a shadow between rooms, to the table where she had laid out the refreshments. Today, Lithrae would be coming over. She had not see Lithrae for many arcs, save that one chance meeting ten trials ago. Mara's mouth curved into a wry smile as she thought of the whimpers and whelps they had extracted together, and how elegant the other Naer had looked perfoming their duty.

It was lost in this revery that Mara went to pour herself a glass of wine, but it slipped from her hand. The glass shattered against the floor. Sighing,B she ran a hand through her short hair, before moving to the front door. Opening, she barked out an order.

"Behar dut Langilea garbitzeko!" Mara called out, waiting for an Langilea to come running.

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Wed Oct 04, 2017 2:20 am

It'd been a long day already of toiling away in the halls of the hive, side by side with the rest of the Langilea. Long, but thankfully slow enough. It was certainly more unusual than not, but perhaps the creeping chill of Vhalar was disrupting the usual bustle and life of the Hive's winding hallways. Sightings of the Shadow Queen's daughters had been few and far between, but the Langilea kept themselves busy and laboured until the sweats were rolling down their backs to keep their minds off the Azterketa. Eren'ir had seen it several times before, how the whispers rippled through the masses of the male population with the encroaching of the trials. They were the highlight of most of the slaves' lives; their ticket to a better life and a possible path to freedom for those who were lucky and resilient enough to withstand the rigorous and dangerous life of the arena, should they prove themselves strong enough to compete in it.

Eren'ir wasn't interested. Over the years, he'd grown rather content with his station. He knew his place well enough and was confident that he could perform his duties to the satisfaction of his mistresses. He desired little else than to lead a simple life under the heel of his superiors and serve, to provide for their needs and fulfill his purpose as a man. As far as he was concerned, the Azterketa and the trials served a rather convenient purpose for those who, like him, were satisfied to continue as they were---it served to revitalize the population every so often, trading out some of the older and more dissatisfied members for new, fresh blood. There was no shortage of slaves to go around, but they seldom moved around in any significant way aside from during the trials.

A nearby call caused a considerable stir in the line as a woman barked for assistance. Eren'ir hadn't properly registered the cry before a sharp elbow into his side sent him reeling, staggering out of the line of men and, consequently---"Beno, horra hor, boluntario bat!", called one of his kinsmen behind him as the line he'd departed further backed itsef up against the wall as if to emphasize. Eren'ir stood alone for a moment as he fought to catch his breath, but his feet diligently steered his steps before his mind had caught up with what was transpiring.

The chain rattled as the blonde slave dropped to his knees in the dirt in front of Mara, coiling itself around his feet. The hand that had been, until now, clutching his side instead touched the ground in front of him alongside the other as he bowed his head. "Non behar duzu niri, andrea?," he spoke in clear Grovokian without lifting his head.

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Wed Oct 04, 2017 4:49 am

For once, Lithrae's good mood had absolutely nothing to do with her heaping abuse on some poor slave for her own pleasure. Instead, it was a much more commonplace thing that had put her steps in a hurry. Mara had been a close friend before the other Naer and her sister had left the city , and the thrill of a friendship renewed was an exciting prospect. It helped that the two had always enjoyed the cruelty and twisted pleasures they shared. The two women had been a terror on the Langilea when they were younger, and she knew they were likely to spread such terror through the slaves again, but this time with more authority.

The memories of their meeting ten trials ago sent a slight shiver up Lithrae's spine. Mara had been beautiful as they had tortured and tormented the slave. In truth, the pair might have gotten a little carried away with their enjoyment of their duties, but such happened from time to time. Slaves came back from the breakers with all manner of injuries, and she doubted the women assigned to the medical care of the slaves honestly cared for their charges. They got their own pleasures from that sort of work, she was sure.

Ahead of her, she heard Mara's voice call out, then noticed the slave that had dropped to his feet in front of her. He was a pretty sort, to be certain, and Mara had always enjoyed hurting the pretty ones most. A cruel smile graced Lithrae's lips as one hand stroked the handle of her whip. It looked like they might have some more fun than she had initially thought. After all, what drink between friends couldn't be improved by some entertainment. "Mara, ederra da. Zure mota." she called out, waving at her friend as she approached. Once she was level with the slave and her friend, she looked down at him and smirked. "Pixka bat mantendu beharko genuke, ez duzu uste. Zaharrak bezain antzinakoak izango dira." she said, her voice a mixture of excitement and a sort of taunting tease as she looked at her friend.

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Fri Oct 06, 2017 3:16 am

Mara smirked as she watched the men slink back from her voice as it echoed through the hallways. She saw them push one boy closer to the front, as they all shrunk away from her presence. He looked shocked, his pretty eyes wide as he gasped in pain from the elbow to his side. "Ez pentsa ez nuen hori ikusi, mutilak," she drawled with a smirk. They thought they were so clever. "Kontuan hartuko dut hurrengo aldian."

Mara briefly enjoyed the flashes of fear across their faces. Her reputation was known, it seemed, even so soon after returning to her homeland. She thought she might have even had to work on some of these slaves before, and she was sure their scars were stinging as they remembered the abuse Mara had flayed upon her skin. But she was distracted from her reverie by the soft voice from before her.

Mara took a moment to observe the boy kneeling before her, his hands placed gently on the floor and his head bowed respectfully. Her eyebrows rose as she took in the blond slave. There was no quiver of fear in his voice as he spoke. Either, he was very good at hiding it, or he truly had no idea who she was. Or, she thought smiling, as the thought occurred to her, he had been thoroughly broken, as a good slave should be.

Mara was about to command the slave before her, before the voice she had been waiting for called out to her. Grinning, Mara turned to face her friend, her heart jumping in pleasure at the sight of the beautiful Naer with her hand wrapped around the whip at her side. "Lithrae," she drawled, smiling. "Mota asko ditut," she grinned, wondering if Lithrae would hear the slight flirtatious note in her voice. She had never been able to resist the beautiful cruel Naer before her, and it brought her joy to see their friendship had continued.

Mara looked back down at the boy before her. "Baina hau, bai, egingo du." Mara crooked her hand, gesturing for the slave to rise. "Ideia bikaina dela uste dut," she smiled at Lithrae. "Baina lehenik eta behin, nahaspila garbitu behar du." She stepped back, allowing Lithrae to enter her home first, feeling excitement at having time to spend with her friend. Mara, oddly, waited for the slave to enter next, before locking the door behind them. An odd act, but she wanted to create a feeling of ... anticipation in the boy.

"Nahaspila dago," she pointed to the broken glass, before sitting down in one of the chairs, gesturing for Lithrae to take a seat. "Eta edan gure edariak bertan zauden bitartean." Mara waited for the slave to go about his business, before turning to her friend. "Eta zuk, ene lagun. Arko asko izan dira."

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Fri Oct 06, 2017 4:09 am

The faint bristle in the crowd certainly wasn't lost on Eren'ir and he briefly had to resist the urge to hold his breath as his mind scrambled to recall any sort of memory of this particular woman from the depths of his subconscious. Nothing came to mind; he could not clearly remember any previous encounters, nor had anything to readily associate with her name. It seemed at least some of his fellows knew her, and it didn't serve to placate him in the slightest. Rather, the dripping tone of her voice sent a subtle shiver up his spine, creeping along his skin like a particularly unpleasant omen.

When the second woman appeared, he failed to suppress the shiver and immediately locked up as a result. He sucked in his stomach for a second to regain his composure. He knew better than to move unless bidden, and so he kept his head lowered and his eyes at Mara's feet. He resisted any urge he may've had to look to the new arrival, or turn his eyes back to the men who'd thrown him into the literal, growing den of tigers. Even so, he knew not to tempt the fury of the predators and remained perfectly still, until he caught the flick of Mara's wrist that bade him to stand.

Eren'ir stood, softly kicking his chain off his ankles and letting it roll down his back as he stretched. His head remained bowed and he waited without a word or uttered sound for direction. It took him a moment longer than it likely should've to realize what Mara was waiting for and the boy sprung to action as soon as the realization hit him--he dipped his head apologetically and unhooked the chain from his collar to leave it at the door before entering, kicking what dirt he could off the soles of his worn shoes on his way through the door to leave as much of his filth behind as he was able.

It didn't take him long once inside to spot the mess. His eyes readily sought out the broken glass and spilled wine. The fact that the door locked behind him either didn't dawn on him or he concealed his thoughts very well to the onlooker--in truth, his objective had been at the forefront of his mind at the exclusion of all else. A Langilea had been required for clean-up duty, after all. Eren'ir's feet were rooted to the floor just shy of the entrance until Mara's voice called him to action. "Jakina, andrea. Eskerrik asko," he uttered on cue and departed his rooted spot to make a beeline for the mess.

Fortunately, he thought, it wasn't much. A shattered wine glass and the spilled wine it had carried. He knelt by the swiftly disappearing puddle as it soaked into the floor, fingers deftly probing about to find the largest glass shards and piling them up in one of his palms. Letting his fingers navigate themselves blindly for a moment, he cast his eyes about the room to plot his path through his secondary objective; locating a fresh pair of glasses in order to pour their drinks, followed closely by spotting the pitcher. With his path mapped, his attention turned fully back to his current task. He gathered up the remaining glass shards, carefully plucking the smallest of them by pushing the tips of his fingers over them and depositing them in his palm.

The rest was taken care of rather swiftly. After being briefly pointed to cleaning supplies, Eren'ir was able to dispose of the glass and followed up quickly with cleaning up as much of the wine as he could, before any more of it soaked into the floor. Not until he was confident he'd done what he could, hands and feet both sweeping the area to check that no splinters of glass had been missed, did he move on to following his plotted path for his secondary objective. As he moved, Eren'ir stepped softly and quickly through the room, following direct paths to retrieve the glasses from the table where the refreshments had been prepared. He briefly allowed himself to pause with the pitcher in hand before he poured... steadying his hands from the subtle quake. The last thing he needed was to create another mess, after all.

With the pair of drinks poured, he briefly stepped back and eyed the pair of glasses. Undecided whether he was expected to deliver the glasses to the women where they were seated or not, he erred on the side of caution for now... and let them sit, turned to face them with his head bowed. If they expected anything else, they would let him know before long.

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Fri Oct 06, 2017 5:01 am

Lithrae had noticed the departing slaves on her way towards the pair, but it took her a moment to put two and two together, and once she did it elicited a light growl. Slaves fleeing a Naer, no matter how cruel the Naer, was simply unacceptable. Then she looked down at the slave who was kneeling before them and an idea began to percolate inside her head. Meanwhile, Mara was agreeing to her suggestion, and Lithrae had grinned slightly at her comment about having many types. "Egia da, baina nahiko atseginak gustatzen zaizkizu. Biqaj etxera eraman baino lehen, zenbait urtaro egin dituzu." she said, her tone lightly teasing.

Once they got the slave inside, Lithrae noted Mara locking the door and grinned. Mara always had liked to let things simmer a bit. Lithrae was more impatient, but she couldn't deny that a bit of waiting made things all the sweeter. She sat as Mara ordered their prey about, then grinned slightly. "Aye, gehiegi. Zertxobait aspergarria izan da zu gabe." she said, waiting until she was certain the slave wasn't looking at them before leaning close to Mara. "Ikuskizun on bat izanez gero, hura saritu behar dugu. Eta utzi zuten bere lagunen izenak." she said quietly, making sure the boy wouldn't overhear her. "Irakatsi beharko diegu zer esan nahi digun berriro exekutatzeko, uste dut." she said, and evil grin on her lips.

Then she leaned back in her chair, looking as relaxed as she ever had. It was good to have the beautifully, creatively cruel Naer across from her back. The two had gotten very close before Mara had been sent on her mission, and Lithrae had always wondered what would have happened if Audrae had sent someone else, or had sent them together. Then she glanced at the boy again and grinned. Mara sometimes enjoyed a show before she started on the main course. "Badakizu, pixka bat lotu nahi baduzu, ikuskizun bat egingo dut zuretzat. Ikusi nahi baduzue gustuko dituzun soinuak egiteko." she purred, learning forward and smiling enticingly at Mara.

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Fri Oct 06, 2017 5:46 am

Mara laughed lightly, a contrast to the simmering tension in the room. The slave might have no idea who they were, but she was sure that Lithrae remembered as well as she did the hedonistic times they had before she had been commanded by the Lady to leave. Indeed, they were memories that had kept her warm through lonely nights in strange lands, while Furia had been kept occupied with the savage. Briefly, she wondered if Lithrae had thought of their times with the same fondness, but it would be unlike her to ask. No, they would dance around one another until the truth came out, and it seemed that the slave would be caught in the crossfires.

"Ia aspergarria?" Mara laughed, shaking her head. "Ez al zinen elkarrekin ginen josta?" Her tone was teasing. Her breath hitched as Lithrae leaned in. She had wanted this before she had left, but had not expected Lithrae would still hold the same attraction they had had when they had been younger. Her eyes flickered to the slave, bent over and picking up the shards of glass quietly and diligently. Her lips curved into a faint smile as she watched him do his job. He was diligent and methodical, it seemed.

"Badirudi oso obediente dela," she mused. She wasn't as quiet as Lithrae. She wanted the boy to overhear her, wonder what they had in store, and see his reaction. "Baina ez dakit hori zurea bada. Beti maite izan dituzu." Mara sat back as Lithrae did, smiling at one another. There was a heat filling her now, and she was sure that Lithrae was hinting at something they had never started.

Her next words confirmed this. Her breath hitched, and her pupils narrowed. She cocked her head at Lithrae, looking questioningly at her, before she made a split decision. Without looking away from Lithrae, she called out. "Esklabo," she called. "Ekarri edariak." When he had done so, she spoke again, still looking at Lithrae. "Belauniko bere aurrean." Quietly, and calmly, as if she were discussing the weather, she spoke.

"Ba al dakizu nor den? Ba al dakizu zer egin nahi duzun?"

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Fri Oct 06, 2017 6:06 am

He waited.

He knew well enough that asking too many questions was a taboo for men like him. A good servant was expected to know the answer to most questions before they left his lips, and because of that... he hadn't asked. His passive silence had delivered his question painlessly enough and his head dipped quickly in acknowledgement of the order as it came. Once again he steadied his hands with a forceful glare at both as his fingers curled gently around the pair of glasses. He'd carried delicate tableware before but he'd never get used to it, not with all the associated tension and expectation that oftentimes came with the package. Despite the evident tension, he carried the drinks over and placed them quietly between the women. He dropped immediately to his knees as the command registered in his mind and he dipped his head respectfully, not looking directly at the pair but with his body turned to face Lithrae.

While his face was stoic, he visibly stiffened a but under the weight of the inquiries that followed. He'd flinched almost imperceptibly as he raised his head and faced Lithrae properly, though he still did not meet her eyes. "Entzun dut zure izena mintzatua, andrea," he confirmed softly with a nod. "Andrea Lithrae."

The second question gave him pause. For just a split second, his gaze tore itself away to flick Mara's way before he caught himself and turned it back to burrow into Lithrae's torso. He hadn't attempted to eavesdrop on their conversation. Whatever words they'd exchanged since they entered the building had not been meant for him, or they'd have directed them at him sooner. He knew they'd spoken, but he'd allowed his ears to be deaf to them as he'd focused on his work. Should he have listened more closely? No... if that was the case, they'd have spoken to him directly, he reasoned.

After visibly unscrambling his mind for a moment, Eren'ir reluctantly shook his head. There was no use pretending. He was fairly certain they'd fill him in soon enough.

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Sun Oct 08, 2017 3:23 am

Lithrae noted Mara's reactions to her words and actions. The spark that had been there before was definitely still alive, if either of them cared to stoke it into flames. Lithrae certainly wanted to do just that, the sooner the better. There was lost time to be made up for, after all. Mara's comment about her tastes drew a grin from Lithrae, however. "Oh, zalantzarik gabe. Eta garrasi egiten dutenek eta beg, mina sinfonia bat egingo dugu. Baina obedientzia animatu eta saritu behar da, azken finean." she purred. In truth, she did care that the slave was obedient, but she was so willing to give up making him scream because she knew they would get the rest pretty easily.

Mara's reaction to her offer was strong, and it caused Lithrae to let out a breath she hadn't even known she was holding. Mara wanted to pick things up too, it seemed, and Lithrae couldn't contain her smile. However, she did change it to a smirk as Mara started the game, asking if the slave knew who she was. The naer leaned back in her seat and crossed one leg over the other, putting her raised foot near the slaves chin, looking down on him as if he should feel blessed just to be in her presence. His answers to Mara's question were a little unsatisfactory, but not really surprising. After Mara had been sent away on her mission, Lithrae's rampages had slowed, then finally stopped. After having had a companion, being on her own again had sucked all the fun out of randomly torturing unlucky slaves. Fortunately for the slave on his knees before her, that meant she wasn't going to punish him for his ignorance, at least not right now.

Instead, she moved her foot so that her toes were under his chin, then forced his head up so she could get a better look at her face. "Ez kezkatu, esklabo. Apurka-apurka ikasiko duzu." she said, her voice a teasing purr. She thought for a moment, then gave a wicked smirk. "Hartu kamiseta, esklabo."" she said. Once the slave had complied with her order, she looked over at Mara. "Prestatu nahi al duzu? Beti atsegina da lanak ikustea." she said, her voice showing how much the notion of watching Mara bind the slave excited her.

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Sun Oct 08, 2017 3:56 am

Mara could not help but bite her lip as she watched Lithrae's foot curl under the slave's chin, forcing his beautiful eyes up to look at the radiant Naer. The way Lithrae looked down at the boy sent her pulse racing. When they were younger, Mara had been so sure something would happen between them, and then Audrae had sent her away. Mara had been pleased to go. It was her duty and her joy to do Audrae's work, but she had definitely missed Lithrae. When Furia had left, Mara had returned to Augiery, and through the long journey home from Etzos, Lithrae had been on her mind constantly.

Mara reached out and took a sip of her wine, watching at the two interacted. The slave took off his shirt, and Mara's eyes roamed appreciatively down his chest. Not for lust - that lust was definitely centered on the woman sitting beside her - but in a kind of aesthetic appreciation. The broad planes of his chest were sculpted perfectly, and already Mara was itching to find out what his skin felt like, and what they would look like, red and raw and welts splayed across the pale flesh...

Mara looked at Lithrae in surprise. "Ez zara nire sokarik aspertzen oraindik?" she asked with a soft smile. Lithrae truly seemed to want to watch her work, and it made her smile. That Lithrae, who always wanted to get to the pain, was patient enough to allow Mara to do what she loved... it meant something to her. Suddenly, Mara felt that the warmth she was feeling was not entirely lust. There was something else there too.

Taking another drink of her wine, Mara stood, beckoning for the slave to rise with her. "Zatoz." Mara stood, and led the slave into another room, looking back over her shoulder. She nodded her head with a wink to Lithrae, indicating that she should come follow, and see what she had in store.

This was Mara's bedroom.

A large bed with hooks and rings was in the middle of the room, and Mara sat in the centre of the bed. "Eseri nire aurretik, zure bizkarrean niri." Mara picked up some rope that had been lying on her bedsire table, and she smiled, gesturing for Lithrae to sit at the foot of the bed and watch.

A deep breath, and Mara began to work.

She brought her smooth arms around his chest, one cocked underneath his chin, bringing his head back to fall against his shoulder. Leaning forward, her breath warmed his neck as she took the rope in her other hand. Quickly, she tied a single column around his wrists, binding them together in front of him, as he leaned against Mara for support, her body warm against his. As she worked, she kept her eyes on Lithrae, so comfortable with the knots she was tying she need not look down at them. Once she had tied the simple handcuff around his wrist, Mara brought the rope up and wrapped it around his upper biceps, binding them together, so his arms could not be separated. From there, she wound the rope down around his arms, connecting back to the handcuff she had tied. A spiral of rope formed, binding his arms together, not allowing him an inch of wiggle room.

Slowly, she trailed her hands down his arms, and up along his collarbone. "Zer deritzozu, Lithrae? Begira ederra al da?" Mara held the slave close against her, still breathing softly against his neck, but her hooded eyes remained fixed on the woman sitting before her.

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