Authors Notes: First, I must tell you that I am trying to use a new writting system. I am placing ... every time I plan on creating a new paragraph. I can't seem to figure out how to get my tabs to work ever since changed how to upload. anyways, This will be my first Fic about the Drow of the Underdark. For those of you who knows me and is reading this because you are expecting the action that I have been able to deliver in my stories, I am sorry to disappoint you. Instead of Comedy or Action, I am going to substitute those things for instead Desire and Intrigue. I will not make this story overly long, nor will I make it insanely small. For those of you who is new to my work, which will be more likely the case then the former, I hope you enjoy this story, but remember, it is of a mature theme, namely, the pleasures of Slavery and Light Bondage. Note, very little blood and there is NO real sex scenes, but it is still suggested. Thank you. Also, there is Nudity on the females part, but I make no mentions of male parts or the lower portions of the female with the exception of the butt. Now, with the warning labels in place, I welcome you to...
Learning Slavery
...House Synfurnos. A lesser house from one of the smaller cities around the Underdark, its only claim to fame was three things. First, it boasted a family that ranked the best of all Weapons Crafting. A sword from them was said to be worth that of five swords from a house of higher rank. The Second, was its trainers. The house itself had very little of an army, but, the fighters that was trained there, was some of the best. Even so, an attack would surely spell doom to its residents, the only reason it still stood, was because it had an open door policy about its training. For a price, it would train anyone, and for this, the House of Synfurnos was protected. Despite its reputation and such, for the past 50 years and change, the third and foremost reason is one of the Hedonistic daughters.
...The head of the house was Lilyres Synfurnos, a strong, but acentric woman, she is more politics then anything else. She was not so great when it came to internal matters though. As long as each child learned the fighting techniques and did not bring shame to the family. She had three Daughters and a son. The first two Daughters names are Pyanfer and Syanfer. Born as Identical Twins, the two are so alike that they never seem to be without each other. Despite the fact that they actually care about each other, these two girls are the most vicious of the family. Although mean, they are not as skilled a fighter as there un-named brother. The family is not known to be generous to males, in fact, there was actually more sons, but very few of them survived from the harshness of the life they were given. Males were regarded as nothing more then slaves and baby-makers. The one son was an exception though, as he was the top teachers that House Synfurnos had to offer. He was able to scare even the twins into fear. Finally there was Oura. The youngest, not much was expected of her. Its this reason that she was not so skilled as she should have been. Although, she was an expert in torture. Although to her, she is having the time of her life. She is so in loved with what she does, she spends most of her time either in her quarters, going to scheduled practices, or out scouting for possible victims. Although to her credit, she did pay attention to her brothers classes. It would be this night though, where a simple comment, will change her life forever.
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...The male Dark Elf just stood there as Oura circled him. She stood only a modest 5'6. She was wearing a pair of black stiletto thigh high boots, over-the-elbow black leather gloves, and a gold choker chain. Her hair was almost to her back. The male had nothing, he was simply standing there until his new mistress gave an order. She finally grabs his hair from behind and throws him to the bed. Arms strapped to the posts, legs tied together, Oura climbs on top of the male, a ball gag in her right hand. She smiles brightly, as if this was the most normal thing in the world for her. Leaning to her left, the female grabs a pink cloth skull cap that requires you to tie it in the back. After slipping it on, she looks down at the male.
..."So tell me little man." She says, looking under her and smirking. "And I do mean little, how do you intend to please me in the future?"
..."A-anything." He replies. It wasn't enough though to please Oura. She grabbed his hair with her left hand and suddenly pulled his head towards her, applying great pressure to his bound arms in the shoulder and back area.
..."I'm sorry. I didn't think that to be truthful. Why don't you be a good boy and repeat yourself, will you?"
...The males eyes suddenly grew large from the pain being applied. His voice was loud, but instead of hate, his voice was filled with fear and the will to obey. "Anything master, I will obey all."
... This made the woman smile. "Yes, Im convinced now" She said to him. Resting his head softly on the pillow, her own head followed his. He was her toy, and she did to them as she pleased. So she rewarded him with a gentle kiss. While she liked playing rough, she found it necessary still that while fear worked well against the males, respect and commitment to only her was just as important, so she would drop her games to show that she was one to give rewards for their games by giving them a gentle touch. Although, this slave was new, so she had to break him in still. Roughly, she shoved the red ball into his mouth and strapped it in the back. She lifted herself and let out a happy sigh as she came back down onto his. Taking a knife she kept near her bed at all times, she presses it against the mans throat, her own cheek pressed against his. "You will please me, won't you?"
..."Mmph" He said through his gag, nodding. She arched her back some, pressing her ear against his chest, digging the knife closer into his skin. She felt his heart steadily increase. Unlike most Drow's, who like to feel the blood from a heart in there hands, Oura preferred to feel the vibrations from ones heart as she scares them. She started to knife the knife lower against his body, her own body coming up to meet his eyes. She placed the knife on her desk and placed her hands on his throat, thinking of throttling him as well as her current motions. She squeezed, smirking as she does, the male squirming in his bounds. She loves it when they do that. Although, because of their love making, most of his breath is quickly gone. She removes her hands and pulls the gag from the males mouth, letting him gather more air. Although she doesn't stop her motions, so gathering air is still a job. Once she believe he has gathered enough air again, she reaches over to a small rod. Enchanted with electrical energy, in her hands, nothing will happen, but when placed upon the skin of someone else, it will release a shock into its system. It is made to hurt, not to kill nor paralyze.
..."Stay very calm" She says to the male. "This rod is more for pleasure, but if you panic, your heart WILL explode" She says before smiling at her little lie. This made the rest of the night interesting. Each time she placed it on his chest or his side, he would begin to buck. It felt so nice to the point where she caught herself drooling more then once. When she figured that the male was getting used to the low level shock, she finally set it aside. She decided to go the rest of the way without toys. The result was she let out a final gasp before collapsing beside the male. She begins to giggle uncontrollably. Finally, she removes the gag completely, tossing it to the side of her chambers. "What is your name?"
...The Male begins to stammer over his words. Finally, she is able to make out his words. "My name is Ayancha. I have no last name for I have no more house"
...Oura smiled all the more. "Good, then that would mean that I can keep you all to myself, then does it." It was more of a statement then a question. And it was truth as well. She untied the slave from the posts and tossed the ropes to the side. She pats his chest. "Clean up my chambers. I will be leaving" She said. Climbing off of the bed, she pulled off her boots and gloves, tossing them to the floor. She decided to go out simple today. Pulling out a leather dress and putting that on. The dress really was simply. The top perfectly covered her breasts, but still formed to show off her chest. Straps really wasn't needed, but it only set off her shoulders more seductively. Her bottom was to made of leather, but not as thick, making it freer for movement. She put on a pair of Knee-High Boots and leather gloves that ends just before the elbow. She decided to keep her skullcap. She just liked it for some reason, even if it was pink. She turned and smiled as her new toy was already on about cleaning up the mess, which in her case, was a lot. Just like her mother, Oura was not known for being organized. She walked to the door, opening it and closing it behind her. She presses her back against it, looked upwards and smiled, still recovering from earlier. She closed her eyes. A few moment later, when she opened it, she leaped up, standing more upright. Her twin sisters were glaring at her. She smiled at the two.
..."Let me guess, you went and got yourself another slave from the dungeons below. Didn't you." Asked Syanfer, which Pyanfer soon added "And you did it when we told you it was not a good idea. What would everyone think that one of us is going to commoners for pleasures, when we could afford better"
..."Oh?" Oura asked. She had to smile again "But I like breaking them in. It fun, like teaching a baby lizard from start that you are the master" She giggled and the toys are much more fun too." She remembered back to the person inside her chambers. "Hm. He's small, but he packs a lot of power"
...The two roles their eyes. They seem to go through this all the time with her and they always knew that not only was she the favorite, she was protected by everyone for simply being. In truth, they were jealous. This girl took little resemblance to any of the other family, who got her beauty from her father's side. The only one who she shared full blood with was the un-named brother of theirs. Everyone man seemed to want her, a few have been slain a few times by their masters or Matrons for this. It was something they hated. They finally shook there heads and started to move. Oura for her part, was not bright though. She followed them.
..."Why do you not take some for your own? Try it" She said. Sy turned to look at her for a moment.
..."We are not interested in men for the time being. You do realize that since we are almost completely cut off from the city of Menzoberranzan, and there for cannot go there for proper training. We are left to our own schools, to learn until we are strong enough to make the trip. You are a Fighter around here, thus, you need not go anywhere for proper training, everything that is needed for you is right here."
...Oura frowned. "Oh. Right"
...It was Py's turn to talk now. She looked at Oura, frowning all the more. "You area a Fighter, but even at that, you are not taking seriously. You need to give up those games of yours. You give them much freedom around your chambers. One may one day decide to use YOU as the petty slave." The made Oura stop for a moment. Her sisters were much bigger then she, so she had to look up when she looked at them.
..."Me? A slave?" She said. Both sisters stopped then to look at her. Oura was deep in thought, but they both could tell what she was thinking about. Oura was slapped hard suddenly, catching her off guard and sending her onto her back.
..."Do not even entertain such thoughts. Are you so sick that sex is all you ever think about? Have you no more ambitions then that?" Py yelled out to her. Oura sat up, frowning.
..."Well, I would at least like to experience it just once. I may not be some great fighter, but I can take some heavy pain" She stands to her feet. "Hell, I can take even our brothers lessons."
...The sisters knew that it was the truth, but the thought of one of there family. They just shook their heads and walked off without her. Oura stayed thinking what it would feel like, smiling.
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...The two sisters walked on. When they were finally free from the gaze of their younger sister, they let out a breath and secretly entered their mothers chambers. Pyanfer opened a sack and took out a sharp sword. They had secretly taken it from their brothers chambers, needing it this night. Syanfer walked over to the bed and pulled their mothers body off of the bed. Lilyres was dead by a single knife wound to the neck. Now the two of them were cutting up the body, meaning to desecrate her body. Afterwards, they shoved the body parts into the bag and cleaned the sword. Once done, they tosses the bag into the firepit. They smiled at eachother as their plan had gone of perfectly. Although they had almost been caught before everything was planned. This brought a frown to Syanfer.
..."What do we do with our little sister?" She asked. "Our mother may have been lazy, but you know that she still did not tolerate anyone of us killing eachother because she cannot bare many children. If we kill her, we would be cursed with the worst of luck, never to achieve our rightful place in the city"
...Py, still smiling, nodded. "To bad she was not smart enough to cast such magic on herself. But that is a mistake the fool will not have to tolerate ever again along with many other mistakes" Her face did get sober though "Indeed, although she had no power, I cannot stand to have that little bitch around much longer" She included.
...The sisters retired to their own chambers. Tomorrow they would have much to do, for they had many changes to make within their ranks. But still, the question about Oura haunted them.
..."We have nothing to fear from our brother. He will not strike any of us no matter what we may have done, but out late mother was not so lenient on her. She would try to seek revenge, but that damned curse keeps us from doing anything. We have everything to lose, but she has nothing..." Py was cut off by her other half
..."We sell her" This got a look and she continued on. "Don't you remember what she had said earlier?" Now Pyanfer got the train of thought that Syanfer was on.
..."And if someone does end up killing her, the blood would not be in our hands." She sat up in her bed. "I cannot wait. Let us do it now. If she wants to know what it is like so badly, then what kind of sisters would we be to deny her such and experience?" That night. They made the preparations.
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...She did not understand what had gone on. At one moment, he was walking the halls before something suddenly shoved her from behind, planting her face into the stone floor. She tried to let out a yelp, but a pair of hands shoved a wad of clothe into her mouth, before securing it with another cloth pressed tight between her lips and tied in the back. It was hard for her to breath, made only worse when her wrists were tightly bound together with a strong rope. Her hair was suddenly yanked, and she found herself on her knees, more rope securing her arms as it was wrapped four times under her breasts and three times above them. She struggled against her bonds, flexing her muscles as best she could, only to have the ropes bite deeper into her skin. Someone let go of her hair, and roughly shoved her back onto the floor. Her feet were shoved together and force her to bend her knees, both feet going into the air. The ankles was wrapped up tightly four times. For a long time, she laid on the floor, breathing hard, before she was spun onto her back. Her eyes widened as she saw her two sisters. This in turn, only brought laughter. Forcing her knees to bend once again, the tied more rope below her knees and around her thighs so that she could only wiggle. And they let her do just that. She arched her back so that only her head and feet were touching the ground before plopping back onto her back. Rolling left to right, she was able to turn onto her stomach much like a turtle might. She slowly turned her body around, head pointing towards her sisters. Bringing her knees closer into her, her butt sticking into the air, her upper body slid forward, just like a worm. She repeated this before she got to her sisters feet, looking up at them with pleading looks, sobbing as she got to her knees. She was only met though with a fist flying into her left cheek, sending her crashing into a wall and crumbling up into a pile of a pathetic crying Drow. Her sisters grabbed her, taking her away into an empty room until the next morning, where they would give her to traders to sell.
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...The next day was just that. Taking her to the market place, they sold her to a slaver. When the sisters left, the large, muscular woman looked at Oura. More like glared at her. She walked over to her and removed the ropes from around her upperbody and wrists, although she soon tied her hands infront of her.
..."I will remove your gag so that you may eat. Do not say anything, do you understand me?" The Muscular Female barked. Oura nodded. Satisfied, the gag was removed before she was placed inside of a cage with other slaves, both male and female. The cage was on wheels, so it was clear that they would have to do some traveling. Meat was given to them all before they started for Menzobarrenzen, the greatest city of them all.
Authors Notes: Originally, this was going to be a short smut story, but to many ideas are really going through my head at this moment, so instead, I am going to transform it into a series, mostly non-smut. Unless you like it O.o Anyways, the next chapter will be called, "The fatal Travel"