Hunter F's Slave Patronage
Chapter Four: That Was MeNemesis quickly dressed in her full… by full that was a black leather sleeveless shirt, much easier for movement, a short black skirt, which, of course, was leather. Next… here high heeled leather boots, she just liked them, they didn't server much of a purpose. She headed to the upper section of the bunker, it was the same as always, except, this time Drelya was on the counter waiting for a customer… with a male under her skirt whimpering pressed up against her crotch, Drelya was giggling.
Drelya looked round to see Nemesis as the elevator doors opened, she examined up and down her for a moment and then inquired "Going somewhere, miss?" Drelya was still in purple, But this time it was a pvc bra, a pvc miniskirt and no underwear, she got hot easily.
"Master asked for my assistance… the latest mark is putting up some what a fight, he's not sure if he'll need back up or not." She replied cooly while heading towards the door.
"Okay! I'll keep the place on wraps Miss!" Drelya squeaked in reply.
On Nemesis's way out she was sure to grab a long dark scythe. Created from rare metals only found in Nemesis's homeland brought together and forged in the flames of her home, Hell. The handle looked like it had several skeletal hands reaching up along the length of it, the top was fitted with an unknown red jewel, if you looked careful you would see the souls of it's victims swirling around inside that orb. The blade was sharper than any forged on the material plane of Earth. Without replying to Drelya's words she stepped outside in to the abandoned rundown alleyway. Once she was out she closed her eyes allowing the rain to beat against her face and drip from her benevolent chin. Two bulges bubbled from her shoulders and almost instantaneously two large demonic wings shot out of her shoulders. They resembled leathery bat wings, except, obviously, they were far larger. The wings quickly began to beat and she took off in to the air. The moonlight emblazoned off of her deathly white skin and sleek wings. She set off south, flying quicker than most planes. Above the clouds as to not get the attention of the mortals of their city.
It wasn't long before Nemesis completely left the city limits and was now flying over a desert land…and that in turn would soon be replaced by an ocean. He flight took about thirty minutes crossing the ocean before she could see a small island in the distance, an island almost completely consumed by woodland. She began her decent and quickly landed in one of the largest trees there. On the ground she could see Forger, standing tall, a few cuts on his body and his shirt completely ripped off. All that was left on him were his boots and trousers and fingerless black gloves. Around the floor were the bodies of several men and woman covered in tribal markings. In front of him were another few members of that same tribe. The first man ran at Forger, on his charge he was met with a weak barrage of sparks which messed with his bodies nervous system. Forgers foe was temporarily stunned, Forger capitalised on that with a strong punch to the man's jaw, the hit caught him straight on and sent him hurtling through a tree. Next, a woman ran at him, she raised one hand and with that her skin burst away from her and in her place stood a gigantic bear. The bear brought it's paw down towards Forger. Forger side stepped but one of it's claws managed to scratch along his bare chest. Hunter F then quickly began to dive around the bear, a faint twinkling around his fingers. It took just a second or two for the wires attached to his fingers to completely cover the bear. With a strong pull the wires diced the bear in to innumerable pieces. The last four members all charged him at once. The vampiric male's eyes changed from dark orange to a brilliant red shade. He placed his hands on the ground and it began to glow orange… and bubble before the ground was replaced with a shimmering pool of magma… a pool which the advancing warriors couldn't avoid. Their feet were already in there… they all screamed… some appeared to sink as their body was obliterated… others simply fell face first in to the deadly liquid… Once none of them remained the pool hardened in to solid magma.
"I've killed them all! Show yourself now or your village is mine! Your warriors are nothing." A faint smirk was on forger face… he loved fighting… proving himself over tough opponents… he did it for honour. "Give yourself up, and give yourself to my will and your village shall be unharmed."
"You will leave here! You will leave here but you have forfeit your body freak!" came a shrill voice of a young female. A woman appeared in front of Forger wearing nothing more than simple robes, her body was also covered in tribal markings and her hair was a fiery red. She had auburn eyes and a fierce stare. She glared right at Forger.
Forger simply threw what seemed to be a locket at the girl. "Remember that, my dear? That was your mothers wasn't it?"
This exotic woman caught the locket and couldn't keep her eyes off of it. "How do you know? How do you have possession of it?" she spoke now… a hint of rage filling her voice.
"Oh, don't you remember my dear? Your mother fell victim to a terrible accident… she was… burnt –with that he flicked his fingers and a flame shot over to one of the dead warriors and engulfed their body.- in an awful fire she got caught in." he ended with a faint chuckle.
Nemesis's mind quickly flashed back to one of her and Forgers first meetings… he too had something of her mothers, a trophy, he'd killed her too… she seemed to suddenly be caught up in thought. Forger had defeated her in a huge battle… she was on her knees in shredded clothes… him just having transformed back to his normal state… dressed just how he was now looking down at her. That was the day she'd lost her free roaming life… he'd crouched down to her and fastened a collar to her, one she couldn't get off. She tried to fight back but she was bested, weak, hurt and out of energy. He announced that now she was nothing more than his personal slave. He'd wanted this for a long time… he'd stalked her for a long time… she was to be his personal trophy. He'd spent the next few days beating her, whipping her… shocking her… burning her… and turning her to a vampire demon hybrid… Just to show she was finally his… even the vampires curse didn't make her fully submit to him… she resisted for a long time, as long as she could as she was constantly beaten and raped in to submission… she'd wanted it all to end, tried to get out, she wanted to hurt him, kill him, break free from him. She remembered being forced down, weak, on to his manhood. It was the first time it had ever happened to her. This forced act ended in that thick white substance dribbling from her mouth. He used to make her wear underwear too small for her so that her breasts had a high chance of spilling out. She'd tried to escape once, he beat her back in to submission and took her virginity that night. He raped her, took her virginity from her nether region and her ass. The more time that passed… the harder it was to escape… and the easier it was to just accept it and live with the new changes. Which is what she began to do… accompanying her master on countless hunts… killing, capturing, torturing… pretty much whatever their client had wanted, right up until he'd created his own business. The Slave patronage. Hunting down rare or unique beings, male and female, brutally training them and selling them. It was a very lucrative business. She watched as the woman violently attacked Forger, only to be met by blocking and weaving. Every combo she threw at him he counter and sent a thunderous punch back in to the woman. She remembered being in this position, fighting… with the forfeit of your freedom on the line… willing herself to win… it was happening again right in front of her eyes to some one else. Oh how she wanted help in that position, anything to stop what was happening… anything to escape… and here she was, she could help some one in her spot escape… and maybe even escape with them. She watched as the two fought, shamanistic magic that the tribal woman conjured up, thwarted and out matched by the dark powers of her rival. Blow after blow landed on her, shredding her clothes, revealing her perfect tattooed skin, tribal markings. Forger seemed to be toying with her some what, she was strong but he was something else. She remembered, remembered believing she was so powerful… and then… this creature… coming along and making her feel week, every thing she tried being halted by his efforts. She'd helped him subdue many beings… but this one was different… this was so… similar.
The battle seemed to be reaching her peak, they ended up in a grapple… Hunter F planning on charging a blast of lightening… the other woman… one of her own destructive desperate attacks. They were close, both with grim focus set in to their features. She could change this woman's fate… save her the torment she suffered, to becoming this low and pathetic… She jumped and glided in quick, she had to do this, for her own piece of mind, she held her scythe tight and threw forward several small scrolls which stuck to her target, draining and jamming magic. She landed slightly the second after and brought her scythe around in a quick smooth arc slicing straight through flesh, there was a streak of crimson as blood struck out, covering Forger's chest. Her eyes met Forger's for a moment, filled with energy and the strength she once had, before him. His lips spread in to a little smirk, his eyes for once changing their emotion, looking… pleased. The woman, his target, dropped to her knees and fell to her side, out cold. 'Neme, you should heal that wound in her chest, we don't want her dying now do we? I wondered if you were going to join in.' he spoke calmly. She allowed the scrolls to remain on the girls back, keeping her suppressed as she tore what was left of her clothing off. She pulled out one of the small cubes which opened up in to a full sized crate and dropped it on to the ground, allowing it to expand. From inside she took out the usual capturing gear, the bindings, the blindfold, the gag with the dildo on one side and she began to bind their victim effectively. Their captive has a lush exotic body, very lightly muscled, looking very athletic. Tattoos covering the most of her body. 'Oh some one would pay dearly for this prize.' Neme said casually…. She then bowed her head towards Forger.
'Neme… take her back to the bunker, I have work to do… make sure Kyrath has some fun with her… he will love this.' She gave him a nod and replied simply with 'Yes Master'. She would then lift the crate, it was heavy but not beyond her strength and then shot in to the air. Forger smirked to himself as he got a look up her skirt… she had black thongs on… she hated them, before he had to force her in to them… now it was just another thing to show how used to this life she was, it was routine.
ANOC: Yeah yeah, I know, I take ages, lack of inspiration for writing and lots on. For those few who do love my story I apologise for taking so long, if I got more comments and favourites I'd be much quicker bringing these chapters out. I'm going to look for other websites to post my story on as well, hopefully to gain some more following. As always I would love to hear from you! Please comment, any thing in particular you would love to see? A fetish, a race you like… let me know, I might be able to write it in! (Add me on Msn to discuss the story or other things and suggest ideas if you wish. .uk)