A glance into the Wild

Some slaves never learn Hennessy mused to himself silently while offering up the bar keep a politely buzzed smirk of sin before he said a few words of gratitude. “You look far too tense t’night wildcat. Like you could use a nice, slow screw.” He blurted out loud before lifting his hand and pointing his index finger to the swell of her right breast. The bralet she wore pushed her rack upwards giving her ample cleavage that this Brit could not resist. The pad of his finger grazed over her skin in a ‘X’ shape silently marking the spot that would soon have his mouths attention, somewhat. 

“Shhhhh wildcat.” He teased before plucking a green, tart lime wedge from a glass bowl and promptly stuffing in her mouth. “Hold that.” He grumbled lightly while grabbing a shot of tequila and carefully nestling the glass between her breasts, letting it rest in between her skin and her clothing so it was snugly secure. Lastly he stepped forward and stooped over her, ducking his head until his mouth meet the plump pillow of her breast. The Brits, long, hot tongue slipped from his mouth and he drew a line along her skin before coming back up and firing off a wild wink and grin combo. He bounced back to take in the sight of Alica Fields standing there waiting and ready for a body shot -just for him the lucky fucker! He then went for the salt, sprinkling a dash along the trail of dampened saliva upon her chest. “Its not going to kill you to have a spot of fun. You can do me next.” 

“You don’t understand. Please, Hennessy, please go” But of course, he would not. Hennessy wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t budge. What a stubborn old man! “For fuck’s sake!” But too afraid she was that he would blurt out something inappropriate, something that would screw them both. Her body was tense, almost shaking once he set up the scene. Alright. A body shot wasn’t too bad, was it? 

It seemed like forever when he was finally ready. She watched him as he went down, for the first time not nervous or shy about him touching her but for the implications his actions would have later on. Would he be mad if he found out? It was best to leave that question open, for him not to know. Ever. “No, I don’t want to. I’ll meet you another time, I promise, Hennessy. Please” Alica hoped the other would hear the urgency in her voice and let it go, hoping for him to act contrary to his character, just this one time. “I really need to go” 

Liam laughed and bit at her neck then, hard, leaving a mark there as he pulled away, his hand slapping against her sex once more, harder than before, “That’s your problem, Love. You attach. Here’s the secret, every weakness I’ve had I’ve killed, crushed, or destroyed. Everyone or anything I’ve ever loved, nowhere to be found, pushed away, forgotten… but maybe someday you’ll get the chance to try. And I hope you do. I really do.”

He grinned and bit hard against her neck once more, marking her as he slapped her sex once again before finally pulling back, the switch back in hand which he brought across her breasts once more, then across her stomach, relentless in his striking before finally tossing the switch down. 

He lowered to his knees then, looking up at her, “So feisty. So angry.” He then grabbed her legs, and hauled her up onto his shoulders, leaving her still pinned against the tree as he sank his tongue against her sex, heavy tongue lapping and sinking between her folds then, his eyes still gazing up at her as he grinned, watching her reactions.

“Nobody is completely invincible, not even you”, Alica let him know. “And if so, that would be pretty sad, even for the likes of you. That might just be the punishment you deserve” Part of her didn’t know why she was still engaging him when she was tied up, bruised and beaten, humiliated and with her reputation ultimately on the ground. This man was just the cherry on top of the cake. It didn’t matter. He was nothing.

“Then we’ll just have to get to know one another,” Liam responded to her retort, his thick fingers continued to slide in and out of her, his own dark eyes still sticking to hers, not letting the gaze go, and chuckling at her final comment, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Love. Sounds enticing. And what might you have done to me? I’m sure it’d be thrilling.”

As she moaned, he rested his cheek against hers, his rough beard prickling at her skin as he whispered into her ear, “You’re moaning, already showing a bit less resilience then I’d hoped, you must be more hard up for a good fuck than I expected.” He shook his head, and bit into her earlobe, tugging at it, then drawing his fingers out of her a moment later. 

“Aww, are you giving up so easily? So dejected. You poor thing, do you think that’ll make me take it easier on you?”

He slapped his hand hard down against her sex, “Don’t expect it. But unfortunately, people will be lining up to take a shot at you, so I don’t have enough time to really toy with you, do I? So, what should we do with you?”

"I have a feeling you're not the type for the typical get to know chat", Alica mumbled, shaking her head at his remark. No, there would be no get-to-know and ideally, there would be no next time either. She wasn't up for a relationship of any kind with this man. "What I would have done to you?" 

There was a short moment of silence when she thought about the supernaturals she had fought and won against and the consequences it had. "I'm not sure but I would have found out who you are and would have turned your weakness against you. Would make your loved ones turn on you, would burn something that is dear to you to the ground maybe" Of course, none of that would happen now but she still enjoyed fantasizing, planning the mischief. 

The room felt cold and lonely. She could feel the air dancing across her skin, eyes watching her as people passed by. It wasn’t the most uncommon sight here. 

It felt longer than it probably was when Uriel finally arrived. Her heart rate increased more and more the closer he came. In all her time at the Institute, Alica had never offered herself up like this, never dreamed she would and almost certainly never thought she had to. But things once again changed. This was the best outcome and upon meeting Uriel the first time, he had been fair and respectful enough to her for this to work. This could be a tolerable time.

 "Yes, Master Uriel", Alica replied after a short moment of silence, eyes looking up at him. “I told you I was serious. I’ll do whatever it takes”

Uriel was rather surprised to find Alica exactly as he had told her to be.  He had not expected her to follow his directions so exactly.  She must really want to be out of the cells for a while if she was willing to do this.  Walking into the room, Uriel crossed over to Alica, trailing his fingers along her collarbone as he walked around her, inspecting her.

“It seems you are indeed,” Uriel mused as he stopped in front of Alica, letting his gaze roam over her figure.  The barest hint of a smirk tugged up on the corner of his lips.  “Very well.  Suck my cock and I will rent you for a week.  Oh, and show some enthusiasm.  You’re more likely to get me off if you’re enjoying your service.”

 "Yes, Master", she spoke confidently before running a finger along his crotch. Her movements were hesitant at first as it had been a while that she had offered herself up to anyone, voluntarily that was. But soon she became more eager, licking him just over the fabric of his trousers, then slowly unzipping his pants, just to be greeted with his length. Naturally, some ideas came to mind and Alica was quite surprised with herself that she found herself getting wet slowly. It wasn't long that the tip of his cock sunk into the depths of her throat, bobbing her head up and down, sucking to the best of her abilities

Liam grinned, a deep, low chuckle emanating from the Irishman’s large frame, as his head shook and his fingers gripped and squeezed against her crotch. She was angry, defiant, it was getting to her, and he could tell why. She had thought the same thing, or at the very least, been told it before and feared it becoming true. Maybe not exactly, but a variant on the idea. He only understood it because he’d lived it, not in that same scenario, but he’d been a killer, a fighter, and he couldn’t live or feel any satisfaction without inflicting pain in some fashion. 

The grip to her sex relinquished a moment as the man moved to undo her bindings, only to a moment later push her back hard against the tree he’d crafted the switch from, and then binding her to that. Standing over her, he looked down at her at her defiance and shook his head.

“Keep fighting it, I love it when you do. Any of you. I don’t need a dull, willing little slave as you put it, when I have someone who’s so scared of what she’s becoming, she can’t admit how willing she is already.” 

He pushed towards her, and his hand reached up to wrap around her throat, the heavy fingers gripping as he began to strangle the young girl, staring back into her eyes as he pushed head back against the tree, while his other hand returned to her sex, sliding his hand against her, pushing two large fingers past her entrance as he stared into her eyes, “Let’s see if your body will betray the truth. You’re not a perfect match, there are none for me, but what you are… is only showing how much you love this–keep defying me, I’ll keep taking more.”

The girl merely shook her head, gritting her teeth like a cat that had just been stolen from by a larger enemy. Deep down – that didn’t mean he was completely necessarily right – she liked the idea of what was said. That didn’t include the sexual aspect or the beating per se for that the girl would rather kill herself than to succumb to the system but the mere idea that people quite literally had to fight for her, over her? Yeah, that wasn’t too bad. If anything that meant she wasn’t as easily available to the Masters as others were. And yet she hated it, hated how in a twisted sense the beserker had figured it out and how it sooner or later would become reality even if nothing changed. “For fuck’s sake-“, Alica cursed out eventually, this time not even resisting as the other bound her to the tree.

Kalani was used to that question. Lately though, he hadn’t gotten that. Mostly, because he had kept to himself more than usual, so his silence wasn’t questioned by those around him. If anything though, he had reverted to speaking in only the rarest occasions, even with people he knew well. Kalani thought that simply by stopping and distracting the woman, it had to be helping her in some way.

Yes. I can speak. I choose not to. 

It’s no problem. As a fellow slave, I hate seeing things like this.

I am Kalani. It’s nice to meet you.

he wrote to her. Kalan offered her a soft smile. He pulled out a picket knife of his and began to slice his apple, then offered half of one to Alicia, placing it next to her mouth. It was obvious she couldn’t just grab it. 

How odd. Alica did not for a second let herself believe something good would come out of this situation, let alone this punishment and yet, here she was, faced with the single most interesting creature she had come across for a good while. “Why?”, she wondered with genuine curiosity. “How long has it been? I can only imagine…”

“Kalani. Is that right?” A smile formed across her features. “That’s a nice name. I am glad you’re here, in an odd kind of way” Surprised but also thankful, the girl leaned forward to take a bite off the apple. It was juicy and full of life. “Has the island been nice to you? Or nicer shall I say?”

“So why not just… obey? Why not be the obedient slave they want you to be? I am very curious what fighting gets you, other than a sense of failure as you’re dragged back, as well as pain, like now. Maybe you like it though? A little bit?” He brought the switch up and struck it across her breasts, before the large man snatched her hair and yanked her head back so he could stare back into her eyes, “Maybe that’s it, little slave? Do you like being whipped or beaten? Maybe you like being paraded around naked, or fucked and licked and used by every passerby? A sense of thrill. It’s the only way to get off anymore?”

He chuckled and pushed her head forward, then stepped back, striking the switch across her ass again, and again, and again, before then moving back towards her stomach, “Do you prefer being used or beaten? What gets you going so much that you have to keep rebelling for nothing? Imagine, when you finally leave this island, you find yourself a lovely, normal man, or woman, you go on a few dates, you’re so happy. You finally have a good life–and he can’t satisfy you. Because you’re so desperately in need to be used, beaten, tormented… what will he think then?”

The switch crashed across her thighs again, before large hand moved to grip between her thighs hard, squeezing against her core, “It’s the only reason I can think of to keep failing at your rebellion over, and over, and over again.”

“They’ll never be satisfied. I don’t want to play their stupid game”, Alica returned bluntly, one eye carefully observing the other’s movements. But their conversation took an entirely new turn, now moaning both at the idea of his and the switch. Her eyes moved down, panting for a bit until the pain ebbed off, only to be met with an attitude that seemed to match hers. “Fuck off-“, the girl snapped right back at him. “Do you really take me for a whore?” And another hit. “Clearly you’re no better than the rest of them. Why don’t you find yourself a dull and willing little slave to fulfil your cravings instead of taking it out on me? I’m done with you and your vapid ideas”

Dominick had a precise plan in mind. Once she finally stopped speaking, he smiled at her and he closed his eyes for a long moment. “Finally some silence. Don’t take me wrong.. I love talkative girls, otherwise I would have not chosen my Skyler.. but hearing insults from you.. it’s not quite the turn on. So..” He walked few steps away, looking on some black shelves for the perfect toy to start with. “We’ll start with something very little.. and then we will move on… and on.. Ah.. I was forgetting something.” He took a piece of silk and placed it over her eyes. “That’s better. Surprises are far better.. Let’s start with this..” Dominick picked up for her a little, vibrating object. “If only you could see.. or say something..” He murmured, letting it caress her arm for a second. 

“Beg pardon?” Hennessy quipped lightly, the booze making him somewhat jovial and light hearted, his grin of mischief made it so. “Please go?” He let a semi-snort chuckle escape and shook his head at her audacity, attempting to brush him off after  e v e r y -thing  they had went through. The Nerve!

A hand rose between them at her panicked words, the Brits gaze wondering over her body in curiosity before his fingers lightly grazed her hip bone eventually settling on her skin while he spoke. “Explain what? Explain this outfit to me? It’s rather scandalous for your tastes.” Hennessy licked his lips in anticipation. “Makes me wanna do a   body shot   off of you.” He purred stepping closer, closing distance between them and whispering the rest of his torment in her ear. “You look incredibly sexy.” His words washed over her in a dark wave of his cravings he’d began to harbor for the blonde. “You, me, tequila, salt and a lime. Sounds like a good time to me. Stand still.” The order was rumbled before he made a gesture to a bar keep who promptly served the wicked Brit what he needed to make the night a hit for him.

“I mean it. Just fucking go!” The words were spoken with a forcefulness she had thought was long lost. And for once it wasn’t directed at him in a malicious or deceiving way but as a means to protect them both. Hennessy didn’t strike her as the type of person who would like to indulge in someone else’s little magic trick, and she doubted he’d even realise. Yet his loose mouth would surely direct the course of the evening towards rock bottom. Yet, part of her hoped he would never find out and would then never have to explain. None of this needed to be discussed, least of all with him.

Her body was completely tense, nervous every time an idea was voiced, just a word away for the magic to work. Her heart pounded away for what felt like for everyone to hear. The blonde shook her head, urging him to shut up. Perhaps it was best to run? But no, it was too late. “Shut up!” This was bad, really bad. Once the order was uttered, she lost control of her feet. They were almost numbed, one with the floor and for better or worse, she was unable to move ‘till the other decided to release her. “I’m really not in the mood, Hennessy”

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Hennessy moved through the club, drink in hand and a toasty smile plastered upon his face. There was music, booze and half naked slaves dancing and living it up, along with other islanders all mingling together to create a crowd that was hell bent on blowing off some steam. He moved along, greeting familiar faces and making new acquaintances until he spied a familiar flash of blonde hair;       oh how he could NOT resist the ...blondes!

He knew immediately who it was, the memory of their last encounter flashing in his mind like a film roll, glimpses of the punishment he’d performed for her setting  fire  to his tea collection. Pictures of her pain. Pictures of his self loathing | loving. It all replayed. A flash of him tending to her wounds after he’d taken her down from the Crux Decussata, feeding her, putting her to bed. Lying next to her, watching over her throughout the night -oh yes. It all happened and the majority of it he’d rather have kept it all to himself. But what struck him as odd was the random text he’d received a couple weeks ago after the holiday madness dissipated. It was strange, equally strange to see her in a club -dressed like thaaaat. The Brit swallowed a swig of booze and made way towards his target zinging her immediately with his presence. “Well, well look what the   wildcat  dragged in.” It was a tease meant to trigger her immediately but his voice went richly dark halfway through his comment, his eyes roving over her body in a undeniably hungry manner.

Alica did not want to be in that club, had never been a fan of those. It wasn’t hard to pick up on the specific and unique vibe almost every bar was graced with and she, especially in this state, would rather rot in her cell, starving and in pain, than to play the entertainer for tonight’s range of guests.

Fucking hell. “He-What? No. No! Stay away!” It was one particular guest that drew her attention like no other. Did he know? Was he up to something? It was so hard to tell and yet, despite or maybe because of all that happened, he was one of the few who posed a real threat, who proved that they could hurt and torment her, make life a living hell. “Don’t say a word. Please just go” Her voice cracked, almost begging without him even lifting a finger. It was a word lightly spoken. The Master who wished for her to be here, to lighten up – Well, turned out he never bothered to arrive and now she was stuck, potentially ‘till the bar closed, until someone told her to go. Go back. Go to another place. Go wherever they hell they wanted. Simple as that. “I promise I’ll explain. Later. Please?”

Kalani had seen antics like this before. He would sometimes stop, and sometimes move on. The only reason he wouldn’t say something, was because he thought perhaps it would only draw more attention to them, by stopping to ask them if he could help. He always felt bad after pretending to ignore it. That sort of lack of humanity would have been frowned upon by the people of his homeland. He shook his head at her question, already knowing, before writing anything that she wasn’t alright. 

I’m sorry. The question should have been rhetorical.

Can I bring you anything? Something to make you more comfortable?

he wrote on his pad, showing it to her. Kalani angled himself, trying to help block her from most of the public. It wasn’t terribly hard with his wide frame. 

Alica was too confused to fully take in the situation and quite frankly, was very happy for that sensation. The curiosity and oddity of his demeanour quite smoothly distracted her from the fact that she was tied up and naked. She cocked her head to the side. "Can't you talk? What happened?" And then, shortly after she shook her head. "I am okay, had much worse. Thanks for talking to me, though. I appreciate it..." 

There was a short moment of silence. It was hard for her to understand that a stranger, a fellow slave even, would just come and look out for her. It surely had not happened for a while, not with her reputation. "Hmm.. I'm Alica by the way"

Dominick watched her whispering insult after insult after insult. He simply stood there as his eyes inspected her and he listened evey single word she was muttering at him. With a bit of a smirk off of his lips. “Tell me, Alica.. Does this attitude usually work with other masters? You manage to scare everybody away from you with your insults?” He asked calmly. As she was tied up, she was of no harm to him and he caressed her cheek softly. “You usually get away with all this so easily every single time because you think you can make everybody run away with your rudeness? Let me tell you something, darling..” He leaned closer whispering to her ear. “It only turns me on more.” He chuckled, but before more insults came out of her mouth he forced a gag ball between her lips. “I am sure you can still manage to think the worst things, but from now, I’m gonna be the one talking, missy.” 

Alica was done, simply done. She knew she should have let it go, simply knew that it any conversation, any exchange of words would not have gotten her anywhere and yet, her emotions have gotten the best of her. It was old news.

Uriel found himself amused as he tucked his phone away into his pocket.  It was one thing for a slave to try to impress a guard in an attempt to garner favors for themselves.  Many of his fellow guards allowed them to do such things for various reasons.  Alica’s request was something new.  Obviously she was hoping to get something out of a rental for herself, but it was an interesting gambit, one he was willing to play out to see what happened.  The corner of his mouth turned up in a small smirk that faded as he took a step fading away from his home and stepping into the hallway outside the cells.  Walking over to Alica’s cell, Uriel stepped inside, taking in the view before him.  “It seems as though you were serious in your request, are you ready to prove your worth?”

It felt longer than it probably was when Uriel finally arrived. Her heart rate increased more and more the closer he came. In all her time at the Institute, Alica had never offered herself up like this, never dreamed she would and almost certainly never thought she had to. But things once again changed. This was the best outcome and upon meeting Uriel the first time, he had been fair and respectful enough to her for this to work. This could be a tolerable time.

 "Yes, Master Uriel", Alica replied after a short moment of silence, eyes looking up at him. "I told you I was serious. I’ll do whatever it takes"

“Not necessarily,” Liam offered as he moved around her, looking her over, feasting on her with her eyes, drinking her in, before lifting the switch to her chin and lifting her eyes back towards his again, “I don’t have to hit you or hurt you. In fact, I find great pleasure in bringing pleasure to others as much as pain. Now, there’s always a bit of pain in the pleasure I bring, but some people like that.” 

He dropped the switch from her chin again and brought it hard across her thigh, the large male moving in just ab it closer to her, chuckling at her defiance, “I’m impressed with your ability to keep that fire after all this time. I am. Reminds me of me, really. But you see, you’re being punished for breaking the rules. I’m acting on that punishment, not adding to it, participating in the punishment already. And then you have to be a brat. And wonder why you’re punished?”

He moved around her again and brought the switch down hard across the meat of her ass then, “Good girl, you know why you’re being punished. So why run? Curious, did you think you could succeed? I know there are masters and mistresses who would harm you anyway, even if you’re obedient, but far less so I should think. This brings far more, wouldn’t it?”

Then another strike across her ass once more, and then another across the back of her thighs, “This is a crude tool, unfortunately I didn’t have any of my others with me today. Anyways, you’ve been bad, and now mouthy, so it seems I’m going to have to punish you even further.”

Alica blinked a couple of times, almost anticipating him to strike her in the face. Crazier things have happened here. All things considered, perhaps she was lucky the other was still talking to her, sharing his thoughts, giving her a break. “Hmm-nngh” Her hum quickly escalated into a groan when the switch hit her again. There was something about raw wood that would get her every time. “I doubt the administration would appreciate it very much if you were nice to me, spoil the fun”

“Oh, I’m not the least bit surprised about this. I knew I was going to be”, Alica scoffed as though it made a difference. “Maybe you’ll understand once you’ve seen the other side, maybe you’d be here right now” Now, that was an amusing picture. Yet while she surely would have stopped to admire the irony, she wasn’t one to punish either. Been there, done that – It simply took a lot of time and energy to hold grudges, especially as many as she had held. The blonde gradually adjusted to his pace, shifting her stance as she received the next blow. “It was worth it for the thirty minutes of peace and silence it has given me, would always do it again” Perhaps not always, perhaps not right away but never again? That remained to be seen. “But I’m sure you’re here to change that- fuck” Alica exhaled quickly. That stung.

{Text-Uriel}: Why would I rent you? You have a reputation for being a ill-behaved

{Text-Uriel}: If I rent you I will expect perfect behavior from you. If you misbehave your public punishment will look like a beach vacation in comparison.

{Text-Uriel}: I will be down to your cell in a moment, I expect you to be on naked and on your knees, ready and willing to do whatever I demand of you. Perform well and I will give you a trial rental

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{Text-Uriel}: Why would I rent you? You have a reputation for being a ill-behaved

Text: Turns out I like you.