Crimmond
07-01-2005, 22:23
(OOC: WIll include torture as story progresses. And to those of you hoping for a smut story... move along. Light Soft Core is as hard as this will get.)
Crimmond was involved in a civil war. Dreadfire and Delta were taking cities. The populace was treating this like the worlds greatest Reality TV show since "Who wants to be an Immigrant?"... and one woman sat nude in her slave quarters in the city of Myer.
She was a pleasure slave, one who was skilled over ten years at giving pleasure. Short raven hair reached midneck. Skin was a pale color, bordering on albino. Came from a lineage she didn't know of. She didn't burn in teh sun though, which she was glad for.
Today though, she was not pleasing anyone. Her quarters were hot and muggy, so she was nude from neccesity. In front of her was a stack of chips. 1,123 Crimmars. Only... another thousand to go.. SHe sighed and wondered if she'd ever buy her freedom. This money took years to aquire.
Her door chimed and she looked up. "Enter." She said, not caring if she was nude or not. The woman who enetred was near nude. Another slave.
"Kamara... word just came that one of the Imperial high ups wants you in the penthouses ASAP." She said quietly, watching as Kamara rose.
"Who? That pig Saratov again? No? Then who?" She asked, wondering what other high up wopuld know of her expertise, as it were.
"It's... uh... Riok Oran. I can make up an excuse if you want. I wouldn't do that... creature."
Kamara smirked however. Oran was leader of the Imperial Party, subbordinate only to Lady Tian. If she pleased him... she might be freed. Or at least out of this place. "Tell him I'll be there in a half hour." She answered, ignoring the gaping look as she moved to her small wardrobe.
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About ten minutes later, she was in tight leather pants, thight leather top with high heels adding four inches to her six foot one height.
Stopping when a group of slaves blocked her path, she listened to their pleas not to go and pleasure Oran. "What am I supposed to do? Tel the most powerful man in teh Imperial Party no? If I say that, I'm here forever. So get out of teh way so I can pull my way out of this shithole."
Riding the elevator up from the basement level to the penthouses, she rode with a work crew and several marines, then some officers. All stared at her body and she ignored them. FInally, the elevator opened on the top floor and she exited, asking teh way to Oran's quarters.
Getting sputtered replies, she found her way on her own, pressing the chime by the door. It opened a moment later and she stepped through to face her future. Whatever it may take to get there.
Crimmond was involved in a civil war. Dreadfire and Delta were taking cities. The populace was treating this like the worlds greatest Reality TV show since "Who wants to be an Immigrant?"... and one woman sat nude in her slave quarters in the city of Myer.
She was a pleasure slave, one who was skilled over ten years at giving pleasure. Short raven hair reached midneck. Skin was a pale color, bordering on albino. Came from a lineage she didn't know of. She didn't burn in teh sun though, which she was glad for.
Today though, she was not pleasing anyone. Her quarters were hot and muggy, so she was nude from neccesity. In front of her was a stack of chips. 1,123 Crimmars. Only... another thousand to go.. SHe sighed and wondered if she'd ever buy her freedom. This money took years to aquire.
Her door chimed and she looked up. "Enter." She said, not caring if she was nude or not. The woman who enetred was near nude. Another slave.
"Kamara... word just came that one of the Imperial high ups wants you in the penthouses ASAP." She said quietly, watching as Kamara rose.
"Who? That pig Saratov again? No? Then who?" She asked, wondering what other high up wopuld know of her expertise, as it were.
"It's... uh... Riok Oran. I can make up an excuse if you want. I wouldn't do that... creature."
Kamara smirked however. Oran was leader of the Imperial Party, subbordinate only to Lady Tian. If she pleased him... she might be freed. Or at least out of this place. "Tell him I'll be there in a half hour." She answered, ignoring the gaping look as she moved to her small wardrobe.
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About ten minutes later, she was in tight leather pants, thight leather top with high heels adding four inches to her six foot one height.
Stopping when a group of slaves blocked her path, she listened to their pleas not to go and pleasure Oran. "What am I supposed to do? Tel the most powerful man in teh Imperial Party no? If I say that, I'm here forever. So get out of teh way so I can pull my way out of this shithole."
Riding the elevator up from the basement level to the penthouses, she rode with a work crew and several marines, then some officers. All stared at her body and she ignored them. FInally, the elevator opened on the top floor and she exited, asking teh way to Oran's quarters.
Getting sputtered replies, she found her way on her own, pressing the chime by the door. It opened a moment later and she stepped through to face her future. Whatever it may take to get there.