Vana'she recaptures suena

"Vana'she??" suena whispered softly, "one has missed Va, Vana'she," Her voice was jagged as it escaped parched lips, hunger now strong within her small frame, and thirst at height. Had she not been of elven race she would already be dead. Marcus had moved within the small chamber where she had been held with ease, and already his Gag was upon her in the brief instant she woke up, abit of slave silk already wrapping itself about her neck and where a Gorean twist lock, held it in place. Marcus's left leg now slipped under her shins where she lay beneath him, thus when she had no choice but to lift the lower half of those lush heels the ankle bracelets were quickly snapped upon the right and then the left ankle; now if she were to run; his collared slut would allude capture quickly. Roughly rolling her onto her back with little attention to how harsh it was, as such pleasures could not be taken in a capture. Marcus hands now fell upon her smooth toned fleshed arms, forcing fore abit of rip cord could be swiftly circling upon suena's tender flesh. Marcus took only a second to admire his work upon the beaut, and with a curt nod her could not help be acknowledge the little temptress innocent one was well chained. After but that brief second of wasted time, his rough arms closed about her waist, lifting her with little difficulty; thus causing her chains to pull tight With drawing Elven Tears from darkened sash, it swiftly descended upon the chain with unbinding force of will; mere milimeters seperated suena's wrist from the falling blade, but with remarkable accuracy the shakles were cut away. Now going to the window that had been kicked in from early when Marcus hung from the rough. He began to shove suena through the window before crawling through himself. One of Marcus's fingers pointed towards the floor beneath them, and the little boat that resided about 30 yards from where he pointed. The problem was the drop was about 80 ft. He spoke harshly now, knowing that Baith would be know in moments if he didn't already.The door inside the room behind them shattered from the frame, that was all the note Marcus got before shoving suena from the ledge, and falling quickly behind her besically crawled down her body as they plunged towards the surface of the water. Rolling her upon his chest, they slammed into the survive, they hit like a ton of breaks, already a rope snare had already the Lord back into the boat; slowly climbing back abroad he waved his man to the owned girl. suena belonged to Him, He simply would have it no other way. If any whip fall upon her again it would belong to him. The girl now had fallen to knees. Little remained out of sight of all men within His reach. Utter humiliation was the emotion that wracked through her mind. This was to His pleasing, slender fingers held the piece of meat out about a foot from his body. No more was spoken, this would be a punishing deed to even pondering disobeying, such was to regain her health back and to normal, "Come here," A soft mutter barely audible to most ears. His mind more upon the meat he tore into small bitesized pieces, slave wine was also placed in a dish about his feet. Deciding the pieces to feed her with care. "Do you know, ja' ahleena that men have launched the world into war for a simple girl."He placed the tiny piece of the bosk steak within her mouth. Amid that, the snap of the slave chain of 12 feet could be heard as lock system locked itelf onto the beauty that remained nude on the starboard side. the other end of the chain thus was locked about the slave ring that ran to the Lords forward throne chair. His statement of rule when away from home land. Marcus indeed did want nothing more importantly then her safety. But that was also what made her a dangerous kajira in her lush, and sensual flesh. "Even at your worst, ja'ahleena, you will be mine. I will always come for you." suena piped up softly, ""Ma, Vana'she. Jal me'shan lae pagar trik knows such tales have been told lae she found them to be in "utmost beauty lae never did she think her value to be as high as Vana'she has given. Kar va." The humble beauty, and figure of innocence lowered her gaze to the freshly swabbed deck of the ship. She softly adjusted her rounded derriere to rest comfortably atop the balls of her feet this way she could easily kneel aside Him whom owned her body, mind, lae lina lae soul. As the coat fell upon her tenderly bruised flesh she bit into her lip so as not to release gasp of pain that even such fragile cloth could cause her to wince. Remaining knelt she relished the feel of near instant warmth as it covered her skin.