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Post by Primrose on Jul 20, 2017 1:31:59 GMT -8
She tried to relax and ease down like Lucile told her, but her sensed were sharp and any touch made her jump slightly. She listened to her words, trying to consider her options. She couldn't run, she couldn't say no. So the only options were neck, wrist or thigh. "Wrist." She said quickly and quiet. It seemed the least invading and the least painful to her and she hoped it posed her the least harm as it was the furthest from her heart and organs.
One more time she would try to relax. The petting on her arm helped slightly, knowing her hand were to busy to suddenly do anything else. In the end she would relax, deciding to trust Lucile until the trust was broken. She was still slightly tense, but her shaking had stopped. More then this could not be expected from her at this point.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 1:54:01 GMT -8
Lucile's smile, though unseen, faltered a little bit - she had been hoping. But this was a clear sign that the girl wasn't the least bit interested. Likely a delicate, holy white flower. This might prove interesting in the future, but for now - she had to get a taste.
She kept the eyes covered. The comforting hand on her arm would slide down carefully to take her wrist in a delicate hold, lifting her hand (should she be allowed) up with just a bend to the elbow - the girl wouldn't have to lift anything. It was all Lucile. She would let the hand fall back with the wrist well exposed. The woman would lower her head, the canines easily seen with her lips parting wide.
If allowed, Primrose would then feel the twin points against the skin of her wrist. There would be a sharp pain as a little pressure broke the barrier with ease, but that would the the extent of the hurt. She wouldn't sink her fangs in, but rather sealed her lips around the wounds and would drink from the wounds in easy pulls. But in an exchange, she was surging the fiery girl with a bit of power - rather, sending a comfortable warmth to course through her body as well as a tingling sensation to begin in particular places. With any luck, it would well override the initial bite and perhaps send her senses into overdrive. It was clear that Lady Lucile was a woman of pleasure in several ways.
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Primrose
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Post by Primrose on Jul 20, 2017 2:08:17 GMT -8
As soon as Lucile started to raise her arm, she wanted to pull it back. She did, however, keep herself back from doing so. She would take a bit swallow, expecting the worsed.
When the actual fangs sat in her reflexes pulled her arm back slightly, but not enough to get loose of Lucile her grip. She would gasp from the initial pain but soon felt it fade away. She was breathing heavily from the fear that came with the initial bite and it took a while for those breaths to become less elevated. She would soon feel her skin becoming warm under her and certain places would start to feel particularly warm. A blush would creep up her face, making her skin tone closer to the color of her hair. Her free hand would grip into the mattress under her and her toes would slightly curl up. What was happening?
The longer the bite went on, the more intense the feeling became. She soon started to become aware of every little sound in the room, her skin started to form into goose bumps and her eyes seemed to see shapes even though Lucile had been covering it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 2:22:15 GMT -8
She continued drinking for just a little bit, not wanting to make her dizzy or weak with a blood loss. But her blood was just a touch sweet - in a way that was unnatural by common standard, but still wonderful across her tongue. But the best part was smelling the change in the girl. It was clear she was enjoying what was happening to her, even if she didn't understand it.
Lucile would pull away from the wound, placing a gentle kiss to immediately seal the punctures, and then sit up while drawing both hands away from the girl. Without much more of a thought, she moved to stand up and start loosening the draw strings of the corset bodice on the dress. "There - see? That wasn't so bad."
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Primrose
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Post by Primrose on Jul 20, 2017 2:28:26 GMT -8
As soon as Lucile released her fangs from her body, everything went back to normal. The sounds no longer rang in her ears, her eyes only saw the dark of the palm of her hand and the goose bumps started to go away. The only thing that remained a slight while longer was the tinglish sensation she held felt at the initial bite. It took her a small while to readjust to her surroundings. When she got herself up in a sitting position. She would look at her wrist, searching for the puncture wounds and only found two really small dots that had already stopped to bleed.
Only after a few second, her mind had readjusted back to the current time. Though her fear had not completely gone away, she did feel quite a bit more relaxed than she had done before Lucile had taken her blood. She decided to blame it on the loss of blood in her body and her brain not thinking straight. "What was that..?" she asked still confused, clearly meaning the changed that had occurred inside of her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 2:48:14 GMT -8
Once the dress was ready to be put on the girl, she would glance back to the girl - the sweet smile still on her lips.
"I hope you enjoyed it - you seemed to. It was lovely seeing your body respond like that. Now, come on - stand up. I'll help you get this on this time. I want to take you off to the smiths for a collar before we turn in for the evening."
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Post by Primrose on Jul 20, 2017 2:52:49 GMT -8
A blush crept up on her cheeks. She wanted to shout at her that she did not enjoy it, but that seemed unwise to do to her new master, so she kept her mouth shut. Deciding to just not go in on whatever she was saying. As well as not asking about the collar. She had seen them on the other slaves of Chataya and they seemed very uncomfortable. Some of them had bits that stuck into the skin of the slaves. She could only hope that Lucile kept on her promise that she wouldn't be hurt except for the bites.
She got up from the bed, still conscious about her nakedness and looking for Bruno, figuring he would be about done with the bath now. She would not struggle while Lucile was dressing her, after all, she was happy to get some clothes on her. The corset felt tight and uncomfortable at first, Prim had never before wore anything like it. But soon the feeling seemed to fade away and she found that it was quite bearable to wear. The dress would accentuate her hips even more than other clothing had done as the skirt fall apart around them.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 3:35:18 GMT -8
Lucile was expert in dressing attire like this, and helped her fit the bodice snuggly and ensure the lengths of the skirt flowed easily and the shoulders fit correctly. She would have to find her a pair of shoes before they left, but she had delicate feet. Chances are she would have to have a few made or purchased for her. But she made her way over to a giant wardrobe standing in dark cherry oak against the wall, opening the single draw across the bottom to reveal a number of pairs of shoes. After a few moments of consideration she plucked up a pair to match the dress and set them out for Prim to try on.
"I'll see to it we have a few more dresses made for you. You, I want in more than plain clothes. Always. Now try those on."
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Primrose
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Post by Primrose on Jul 20, 2017 3:46:25 GMT -8
Prim would step her feet into the shoes that were set out for her. The sizing was perfect, but she was very unsteady on her feed. Not only had she never really worn any heels before, her ankle was still sore from the sprain. She just hoped she would be able to keep up with Lucile when they moved out to the smiths.
She would take a few steps, trying to get used to the heels before she would turn back towards Lucile. She thought hard, trying to find the right words. Trying to mimic what she had heard from the slaves in Chataya's prison. "L-lady Lucile..." she started, hoping that she was saying it right. "Why are you so kind to me...?" she was very unsure if she should have even asked the question, but she was curious. She had seen horrible things happen to the slaves in the covenant and also in Chataya's facility. And yet she had been met by kindness.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 4:09:06 GMT -8
Kindness. Oh, if she only knew.
The question, with the proper address, was met with a bit of a surprised glance from the woman. But she was still smiling all the same. "Very good. And I haven't the slightest idea to what it is you mean." She would approach, drawing very close and lifting her bare hand to gently caress her cheek with her fingertips. "You are a lovely creature. I haven't seen something come through this house as lovely as you in many, many years. I want you clean and pretty and well taken care of. You will wait on me, but I do not want you in the servant housing. If I want something of you, you will obey.
"And on that note, you will come to understand a few things. Quickly. For one, unless you have an important inquiry to a request made of you - you do not speak out of turn. If you are uncertain, you are free to address me so that I may allow you to answer. Lady Frederica is acceptable, as is Mistress and My Lady. Unless I say otherwise, you walk behind me, and for safety sake keep your eyes down. Do not look anyone in the eye, for no servant or slave is permitted to look a superior in the eye."
She would then lean in a little bit, and in a cruel sense of her words she would look Primrose in the eye. "Especially me. Do you understand?"
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Primrose
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Post by Primrose on Jul 20, 2017 4:19:13 GMT -8
The sudden address on how she was meant to behave surprised her, making her nervousness return in an instant. She really had spoken out of turn. She would have to take a long time to understand what it meant to be in the service of Lucile and her mind wandered off to find out if there would be punishments if she forgot. She tried to repeat every sentence she said three times in her head, just trying to remember it all at once. As soon as she mentioned that she wasn't meant to look her in the eye, she turned her eyes down as fast as if lightning had just hit her.
"Don't speak out of turn, walk behind, don't look her in the eyes." she would repeat softly to herself just once more as she tried to calm herself down again. She found herself almost instantly wanting to look at Lucile again to see if she was watching her, and just as fast averted her eyes to the ground once more.
I'm going to be so bad at this.. was all she could think to herself. Maybe it had been a bad choice of Lucile to take her before Chataya had 'trained' her. No matter how much it scared her to have been under Chataya's regime, it somehow scared her more to dissapoint Lucile.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 5:37:03 GMT -8
The careful stroking moved to her chin, where she would tip her chin up - not particularly high, but enough to give the woman a decent view of Primrose's face and not force the girl to look her in the eye. She wouldn't be that cruel to her.
"Mmm... shame - you do have pretty little eyes. I like them."
The door to the bathroom opened again, and Bruno stepped out looking particularly peeved. His low trimmed mohawk was more prominent now - apparently he had just gotten a touch up as well. He shifted his eyes over to leer over the new girl for a few moments, and dared to flick them to Lucile's face before resuming his place on all fours on the floor - and return to his place at the foot of the bed. The collar was placed back at his throat with the chain trailing after him. Reckov finally moved from his place, actually rising to his full height at 6'3" and headed for the bathroom at a slow pace - eyes remaining on the floor.
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Post by Primrose on Jul 20, 2017 7:01:42 GMT -8
When her chin got forced up, Prim would be left to look at Lucile's chin. She could see her lips move as she talked, revealing her teeth that were still slightly red from her very own blood. It always came down to her being pretty.
When the bathroom door opened, Prim would take her eyes towards it at once. She was still scared of the dog slave and liked to keep an eye on him to make sure that he did not get too close to her. He did look a lot cleaner now that he had been bathed. Now that his hair was less shaggy, she would be able to see the earring that was pierced in his ear. She hoped she didn't have to do that. When his eyes flickered up to meet to Lucile's own, prim felt a small bit reassured. Even one of the trained pets sometimes still looked at her, and he didn't seem to get punished for it.
Even when Reckov had left the room she would keep her eyes at Bruno, even going as far as to take a step out of his direction.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2017 1:20:15 GMT -8
Lucile glowered at Bruno when he challenged her - that's exactly what it was he had done. Primrose would be able to hear the subtle change in her tone when she spoke to the younger dog.
"Unless you WANT to present yourself for the dogs of the house, you keep those eyes to the floor, Bruno."
But her attention quickly returned to her new doll, relaxing almost instantly, and letting her hand come up to stroke through those fiery strands of hair. "Mmm... I like it short like this, but I think you could use a trim. Later. Dinner should be about ready and here, I think - I'm certain you'd want that, yes?"
As if on cue, there would be two hard knocks at the door before they swung open - revealing the second maid who was shuffling in as quickly as she could with a platter in hand. This one she would move to settle upon a pillow beside Bruno, careful to avoid touching him and just as hastily getting out of his reach as she could. He spared no time to tear into the roasted griffin meat smothered in gravy and hot rolls already softened with butter, tearing pieces apart and plucking them to his lips with his fingers. It seems he held no shame in his actions. Another platter, this one similar but with part of the entrée replaced with seasoned green beans and sliced potatoes, would be set on a low table near the bedding that Reckov had chosen.
Lucile would point out her own writing desk for the third platter, where a near duplicate display was set. But there was still a fourth brought in and placed beside it - holding a few more rolls and vegetables in case the heaping dinner plate wasn't quite enough. Four goblets were set with two separate pitchers - one very warm and one ice cold. Water and blood, depending on the one to consume.
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Primrose
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Post by Primrose on Jul 25, 2017 3:36:32 GMT -8
As soon as the plates were moved past her, her stomach growled loudly. She had forgotten just how hungry she was, as for the last two hours she had only been waiting to be given some water. When the plate was set down upon the writing desk Prim couldn't help herself and immediately walked towards it. She convinced herself that she didn't mind to be punished if she could just get a few bites of food in her mouth.
The only thing that distracted her was one of the goblets with water. She took it up with both hands and brought it to her face, taking big and fast gulps. A few strands of water would drip down to her chin and she was only just fast enough with leaning forward that she didn't wet her dress. If Lucile wouldn't move in to stop her she would then proceed to take bites of the food, the first few she barely chewed and swallowed down fast before she calmed down a bit and started to eat more properly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2017 22:49:02 GMT -8
Bruno watched her for a moment, making a quiet sound like a scoff before resuming to tear into his own meal. Pretty little thing was starved, he thought.
Lucile followed after her at a more leisurely pace across the room, never taking her eyes off the poor girl. When Primrose started to stuff her face with something akin to desperation, she only moved to stand by the girl - lifting one hand to gently set it upon her shoulder, and try to suggest with a subtle push for her to take a seat in the high back chair tucked at the desk. There was no cruelty or punishment coming, and as far as the High Lady knew there wouldn't be any. She'd promised to feed the girl back in the meeting, and just the occasional scrap during said gathering hadn't been enough. Plus, after seeing how malnourished the child was she was keen to see her fill out properly with some more meals.
Despite the twisted mind of the ancient vampire, it was an idea that Primrose had certainly met a more fortunate fate than virtually every other human to come through the city's gates.
"There, there," she would coo. "Slow down - I don't want you to choke. Eat as much as you like." Her free hand would reach for a handkerchief on the serving tray and pop it open with a flick of her hand - and assuming the girl had seated herself, she would carefully spread it across her lap. "There we are."
The woman turned her attention to a goblet and poured herself a glass of warm blood, though the consistency was darker than normal. Who knows what it was exactly, but it certainly would smell like blood to anyone that got a whiff. Her paces took her from the desk and to a nearby window, where she peered out through the drizzle beyond the glass to the streets below outside the property fence.
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Primrose
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Post by Primrose on Jul 26, 2017 0:32:41 GMT -8
When she heard Lucile's footsteps behind her she was sure something was coming. She took one last big bite and assumed that would be all for her meal. But nothing happened. She ended up looking up at her and was met with the same calm disposer that she had before she had explained the 'rules' to her.
She would take the seat as was suggested to her and let Lucile place the handkerchief over her lap. It was true, she had been starving and hadn't eaten a thing all day and even for the last few days food had been scarce to her when she was still in Erstonia. She had been able to nibble on some fruits and vegetables but surely hadn't had the pleasure of any meat in her diet. Now that she knew Lucile wouldn't take the food away from her, she slowed down and started to eat more slowly, chewing her bites as she was meant to be. Her jaws soon started to hurt, they hadn't needed to do this much work before, but she didn't care.
From time to time she would look around her. She would look towards Bruno, making sure he was nowhere close to her. The things she had seen in the covenant meeting had made her unsure about the slave. She did not want to end up like that pregnant woman had. Then she would look towards Lucile, still wondering just what she was thinking.
She would eat way more than anyone could have expected from a girl with her body type and most of the meat would be gone by the time she felt like she was too full to eat more. She would pick up the goblet again and drink some more of the water, without spilling it this time. All that was left then was to nibble on some vegetables as her instincts were telling her to eat before she went without food once again.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2017 7:21:08 GMT -8
Lucile remained poised by the window for quite some time in silence, hardly drinking from her glass. Her demeanor subtly shifted to something rather drab and just a bit depressing, though it was hard to notice from the lack of action.
Reckov would eventually return from the bathroom, cleaned and dried and his long dark hair drawn back into a ponytail that easily reached past his shoulders. He groomed quite nicely, and upon seeing the placement of those in the room he lowered himself down to his hands and knees again. He made his way back to his place and the prepared meal set for him - throwing an almost vicious leer at Bruno as he passed. When he was comfortable among his pillows again, he took a patient interest in his food - letting his eyes wander from Lucile's back to Primrose. He was quite a contrast compared to Bruno, with his stare being more curious than anything.
With his hair drawn back, Primrose would be able to see his ears - they were almost normal save for a subtle point. Elven, perhaps? If so, it would explain the deep stare that suggested age in his odd eyes.
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Primrose
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Post by Primrose on Jul 26, 2017 11:27:10 GMT -8
When she finally felt like eating another bite would make her puke she would sigh and rub her own tummy. Even though she was wearing a corset her belly would show slightly extended in a way it hadn't done before.
She would then look around the room, giving it her full attention. Her eyes would stop when she got to where Recknov was eating his food. Was he an elf? She tried to hide her surprise, but she clearly couldn't. Where she was from elves were considered their superiors. Like creatures that were imbued with magic and beauty and could outlive many generations of humans. To find out even they were enslaved by the creatures here was astonishing to her.
She would soon get back on her feet, bringing herself away from the plate that was still tempting her with the food that was on it. She would carry the goblet with water around with her, taking a sip every now and then. She would contemplate walking towards Lucile but decided against it. She had only been in the room for about an hour, but already it was hard for her to imagine spending her whole life in this room. The anxiety towards Bruno was heavy on her and having to concentrate on not doing the wrong things was very stressful. She knew she had gotten one of the better masters, but still, it was hard. For the first time she considered that maybe running away from home hadn't been the best thing to do after all.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 3:40:32 GMT -8
The maid that had tended to Reckov scurried out quickly from the room, closing the doors behind her and leaving the four inhabitants alone in the silent room. Primrose would be allowed to wander on her own for a few minutes, with two pairs of eyes on her - one hungry, the other inquisitive.
But eventually Lucile would make a sound - a gentle sigh - as she turned away from the window and looked upon the girl. "... what were you called, darling? Before Chataya plucked you up."
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