- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *permits you to lick his fingers clean of the meat's juice, seeing the heavy, sensual look in your eyes as you do so... taking another swig of his paga, he sets the tray on the table and stands up* come with me, sarai... there is something that you are long overdue for. *he moves towards a doorway leading from the great hall, through a short hallway to a small room*
(23:46:41 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *feels a tremble in her body as your eyes lock with hers for that brief moment... she follows you obediently, wondering at your words as she hurries to keep up with your long ground-eating strides*
(23:49:01 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *leads you into the room, gesturing towards an inclined table in the shape of an X... there are loops of rope at each end of the X... a fire roars nearby, making the room overly warm... sweat instantly beads on his forehead as he directs you* lay out on the table, sarai
(23:56:33 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *feels her skin flutter with nerves as she sees the table and is overwhelmed by a sudden rush of fear that floods her, as her eyes sweep over the table, the ropes, the fire... the instinct inside that screams for her to flee, making her stiffen to a standstill*
(23:58:23 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *walks over towards the table, looking back as you stand frozen in the doorway... he guides you to lay on your back on the table... he takes hold of your right arm, stretching it out along one leg of the X, placing your wrist within the binding fiber and then cinching it tight... he moves around the table, taking your left arm and affixing it to the table with the binding rope... then down to your legs, gripping each one in turn, making them spread a little to match the X of the table and tying down your ankles tightly, giving you no room to wiggle or move... he picks up a sturdy clamp from beneath the table and attaches it, manipulating the clamp to affix to your left thigh, holding it rigidly in place... moving away from the table, he returns to the fire* don't struggle, sarai... you are to keep as still as possible.
(00:10:24 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *feels her chest rise and fall heavily as fear tinges her soft voice, her wrists twisting in place even as you almost kindly and tenderly secure her there, to this strange table...* W-w-what are you doing to s-s-arai M-master?
(00:16:37 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *reaches towards the fire, grasping the handle of a long, sturdy metal rod... he had ordered this room prepared for him tonight, so the rod had been waiting in the fire for a long time... he draws out the rod, turning to face you, holding it before him... you can see that the end of the rod is shaped like a kef, the Gorean character for the first letter of the word "kajira"... the kef is extremely hot, glowing a bright white-yellow color... in a low, soothing voice, he says to you* you have seen this mark on the other slave girls... the kef brand marks you permanently as a Gorean kajira... from the moment it touches your skin, you may never again be free... even if you run, you will be forever marked as a slave, and any who see this brand on you will know that that is what you are... forever a slave. Do you understand, sarai? *the brand hovers several horts from your face, allowing you to get a good look at it*
(00:21:33 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *she watches you, too shocked to realize she was crying as she saw the glowing sunlike rod hovering too close, she could almost hear it singe the air, and your words, though they might have been in a soothing tone, were heavy on her heart and mind and emotions and big saltine tears rolled down her now sickly-pale cheeks, and she choked out* please... please no... *her little wrists strain against the ropes as her whole body trembles and shudders a string of English and Gorean pleads gushed forward.*
(00:24:37 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *sees you whimpering, resisting, your mind locking up on you... it's not the first time a girl has reacted this way... he continues to speak in a low, reassuring tone* it is very important that you remain still, girl... this mark is permanent, and if you struggle and it is marred, you will be forever scarred by it... and you do not want me to have to brand you twice... *his voice lowers a bit further* you are permitted to scream, girl... *pulls the brand back from where he has displayed it to you, stepping to your side and placing one hand on your belly, covered in sweat from the room's heat and your fear, his touch gentle but firm, like the branding... inevitable*
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