Author's Note: Hello all! I know the previous chapters seem really short and I'm sorry. They looked a lot longer in the original word document. You'll be happy to know that this chapter has a little over 200 more words than the others so hopefully it's a little better. I would also like to thank Old Crone for being my first follower! Yaaaaay! This sounds sad but you made me so happy... until I dropped an entire pan of lasagna that was supposed to feed me and my three sisters. I cried.
Another shout out goes to Nessieww for the first review! I really appreciate your honest opinion. If anyone else wants to share I will always appreciate it.
As I will do every chapter I will remind you that I do NOT own Blizzard or World of Warcraft in any way. If I did I wouldn't be cooking my own food then subsequently dropping said food.
To recap Evirah was almost through escorting a small band of helpless women and children to the Borean Tundra for a boat to Stormwind, when a small army of death Knights led by Gelith attacked and took some of them hostage. Gelith then brought them before a very bored Arthas intending to sell one as a "pet" to the reluctant King. Arthas is intrigued by Evirah and decides to try out the slave trade with her… annnnd ACTION!
Chapter 3 ~ Grooming
Before Evirah could reflect on her "good fortune" she was drug along with the other women through the long cold hallways and into a large hall. In the center of this hall was a steaming pool of hot water about chest high that looked oh so inviting to the shivering group. A long table of food and fragrant wines lined the back wall of what the mage quickly realized was the lounge for the slaves. The lounge for her, she mentally corrected. She looked around at all the scantily clad women around her as they observed the newcomers with mostly pity, but some with scorn and anticipation. The women were lined up along the wall as a blonde blood elf approached. Her long black robe barely covered her 'wares' and yet still seemed to make her fully clothed compared to the others, who wore at best two yards of fabric.
"Gelith!" She called happily before hugging the Death Knight warmly. "I see you've brought me new projects."
"Sadrienia. I come with gifts!" Gelith announced merrily. The elf Sadrienia in turn walked down the line of women, scrutinizing them quickly. "Not that one. She already has a master." He corrected when she stood in front of Evirah.
"Sold her before I could polish her up?" Sadrienia muttered before examining the mage in more detail. "Hmmm…. Well built, beautiful countenance, and judging by her collar a strong spell caster, which most will see as a novelty instead of the hassle she'll be to tame. She must have cost a fortune…"
"Actually I gave her away." Gelith announced somewhat mournfully but eager to announce his achievement as he poured a deep red wine into a frost rimmed goblet.
"Then you are a handsome fool." The elf woman chuckled as she shook her head.
"No. A fool would have charged Arthas. One does not simply ask the Lich King to pay for a slave." He clarified, amused by the shocked gasps and frozen faces in the room, as well as the slight blush of the mage.
"So this one will require all my time and skill… the senior pets can take care of the rest." She announced before magically unlocking the chains around the mage's wrists and ankles, leaving her only form of restraint in the collar that restricted her arcane powers. The stunned mage rubbed her sore wrists as she quickly evaluated her chances for escape, and concluded that even if she got past Gelith and the two armed guards outside the door, she wouldn't even reach the end of the hall. Her best chance of escape was to somehow remove the collar and teleport out, but she knew she would never be able to leave the other women behind. Her next best option was to survive, to endure the endless raping by Arthas until the Argent Dawn could storm the citadel, but she couldn't stop trying to delay the 'inevitable'.
"Remove your clothes." The elf woman commanded, snapping Evirah out of her reverie. She stared at the elf in suppressed surprise, shocked she would be asked, nay, demanded to unveil herself in front of the male Death Knight. It was enough to be forced to service the Lich King; she would not let them exploit her for other men. She stared the elf in the eyes and lifted her head high.
"No." Evirah calmly stated. The elf before her sighed before nodding to someone behind the mage. Suddenly the mage was grabbed from behind and caged in the Death Knights strong arms. With a quick flash the elf woman pulled a knife and quickly began cutting open the mage's robes. She bucked and fought but was unable to break free from the man, who mockingly soothed her. Only once every thread was removed from her body was the mage released and allowed to slump to the ground. She sprang to her feet and backed herself up against the wall, quickly trying to cover up her…assets. Her small hands were easily swept to the side by the male's strong ones as he slowly stalked closer. He gently stroked the side of one of her ample breasts before slowly cupping it and testing its weight.
Then a flash exploded across his eyes as a sudden pain radiated from his mouth and jaw. He reeled back a few steps before looking at the mage, who stood in a defensive position with her fists clenched and her knuckles already bruising. He gently touched his bottom lip before pulling it away to find blood on his middle finger. The back of his hand collided hard with her cheekbone and knocked her to the ground. Before she could shake off the momentary confusion his hand was around her throat and lifting her into the wall with her feet dangling a foot from the ground. Evirah struggled to pry his hand from her throat as she fought to breathe and he growled in her face.
"If you were mine I would fuck you hard into submission for that right here, right now. But only your master can dole out your punishments." He snarled and spat as she fought for breath. Finally he released her and let her fall roughly to the floor coughing and gasping. "But rest assured, pull that kind of crap with him, and your punishment would be far worse." He announced before sweeping angrily from the room. The elf woman knelt by the mage and gently pet her head.
"Come. We need to clean you up and get you to his room before he decides to retire." She softly said before gently pulling the crying mage to her feet. She remembered when she was in the same position as the mage, and allowed herself to show her some small amount of empathy. "You have beautiful hair; you shouldn't hide it in a bun." She observed as she pulled the ribbon that had bound the mage's dark black hair and kept it from her eyes as she poured over magic tomes all those years she trained in Dalaran. Her hair fell a few inches past her shoulders in permanent waves and framed her face. The mage smiled weakly at the compliment, but resumed her silence still. The elf woman smiled back and gently brought the mage to the pool where she was scrubbed clean of all traces of the grime resulting from the gory battle that resulted in her capture. Despite her situation Evirah was relieved to be clean. When Sadrienia revealed the garment that was to be her uniform that relief quickly faded. An ornate belt matching her collar held two long, six inch wide strips of navy cloth that barely covered the essential parts. The mage couldn't help but dwell on the fact that one good breeze would reveal her to everyone. To cover her breasts a similar cut of fabric was draped over her shoulders before crossing across her chest and tying with a thin cord behind her back. Evirah briefly wondered how she would not freeze to death when all she had to cover her were basically three glorified scarves.
"These garments have a spell in them that blocks most of the cold." The elf answered her unasked question. "You'll be warmest in your master's bed, but these will keep you decently warm when that is not an option."
The elf then proffered a small vial of a foul looking liquid to the silent mage, who raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"Take it. Unless you want a little Lich Prince running around in about a year." She replied authoritatively. The human woman took the vial from her, but still hesitated.
"This will prevent that?" She quietly asked.
"Yes. It must be taken every day and it will not only prevent pregnancy but also delay your cycle." Sadrienia responded, noting yet more hesitation as the mage sniffed the fluid and wrinkled her nose.
"Have no fear. In the unlikely event your prince charming manages to lay waste to the entire scourge army and take your ruined flesh to his bed you will be able to bear him a little brat after a few days of skipping the draught." The elf responded with a roll of her eyes and shook her head in indignation as the mage quickly choked down the strange potion. She then sat her down and picked more grime from under the mage's nails before filing them into shape and coating them in a strange clear resin to make them shine. She then plucked her eyebrows into the proper shape and reprimanded the flinching mage. Once the she was properly groomed enough for the night the elf started ushering her reluctant project towards the door, grabbing a thin chain on her way and locking it onto her collar as they went.
"Will I always be lead on a leash like a dog?" Evirah asked with much distaste evident in her voice and countenance. The elf chuckled as they made their way down the long hallways towards the room that the mage dreaded at all costs. So it does speak, the elf woman thought.
"This will only be necessary for a little while, until we feel we can trust you with your limited freedom. From now on you are to be escorted by either Arthas or me at all times unless you are in his room or in the Slave's Den. If you are caught you will be reported to your master for punishment… and you will not want to be caught by some Death Knights." Sadrienia warned. Once they arrived at the door to Arthas's chambers the elf stopped and fussed mildly over the mage's hair. Then they walked inside, not bothering to knock as the lack of guards told them he was not there. Once inside the surprisingly simple room the elf wrapped the end of Evirah's chain around one of the posts in the headboard. When she snapped a lock onto it Evirah's heart sank a little. The elf then walked towards the exit, pausing at the doorway.
"You know, the reason he chose you over the others is because you had fight. Don't lose that fire, or he will lose interest in you." She announced before leaving the room, leaving the confused mage to ponder her quizzical words.
Author's Note: Sooooo what will happen next? Unfortunately no Lemon for another few chapters. Didn't think it would be that easy did you?
I would also like to take this moment to tell you this story does have quite a bit of smut but there is also a lot of plot involved. So if you are squeamish about that or violent moments you might want to quit while you're ahead. If you have a suggestion please let me know. I appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, so no flames please. Talk to you guys next week!