Author's Note: So maybe I will have another Chapter. I just loved writing about my favorite little Drow being tied up. Anyways, again, you should know. This story is for Mature audience. Although there is full descriptions, it is still suggested. Thank you.
The trip had been a very long and hard one. Not only was she not able to move around for a long period of time, but also, she was very sore all over her body as if she had walked it. So, when her cage was opened, she was only too happy when she was told to get out. She was even happier when her bounds were removed. Looking around, she noticed the structures around her. She and the other slaves-to-be-sold were inside of a very large building. Very large. The room they were in had a platform in the center of the room with five large posts. All around the room were cages, chains that held some ones hands above there head, and other restraint devices. She realized this must be the auction room where they will be kept and sold. But for now, they were out of there cages and bonds, all staring at each other until one by one, they were lead into different rooms. The woman whom she first met walked over to her first. Grabbing the girls right hand, she forcefully pulled her along into one of the rooms. Once inside, she saw a man-made hole in the cement. Inside that hole was filled with steaming water. She wondered how hot the water was really, although she didn't have long to wonder as she was quickly shoved into it, the woman soon following her in there. The woman must have gotten really used to this, because when Oura's head came above water, the woman forcefully grabbed Oura's head, her large palms silencing her scream. The water was hot. Not so hot that it would cause any damage, but to the point where it was very painful to the girl. The large woman pulled Oura in closer and reached with her left arm, something unknown to the girl. First, she rubbed the hard thing along her wet hair, which lathered it up nicely. Setting it back down, she grabbed a black soft ball. As soon as the large woman removed her palm, she quickly replaced it with that ball, shoving it into her mouth. Given time, Oura knew she could push it out with her tongue, but she didn't try to. It wouldn't have been a very wise thing to set this woman over the edge. The woman quickly turned Oura around so that her back was facing the woman. She felt hard fingers forcibly rub along her scalp and through her hair very painfully. At some points, the female slaver would yank away at strands or just simply yanks. Once she was done with this, she pushed Oura's head done, forcing her under the hot water. Tiny arms popped out of the water and began to grasp the arms of the slaver. In response to this, the her head was yanked this way and that very quickly. When Oura thought she was going to pass out though, her hair was yanked, pulling her above water level again. She was tossed to one side and her head was pressed hard on the cement. She felt a wet clothe on her back, harshly scrubbing her doing.
"Hhhhmmph" She said through her gag, trying to move somewhere else. The washing stopped though as an arm wrapped around her neck, choking her. The slaver then shoved her knuckles hard into her back. Oura's legs were suddenly paralyzed. Her knees suddenly buckled as she once again went underwater. Oura was then roughly pulled back up and her back slammed hard onto the edge, almost bending. She was facing her slaver, who gave a hard smack on her face.
"Stay still slave" She barked. Oura was about to complain, but again, she was met with multiple slaps to that face. The large woman stood there, glaring down there. "Now, will you pay attention?" When Oura nodded, the Slaver took the rag again and spun Oura around. She pressed the rag harshly against her body once more, but this time, Oura didn't dare try to fight back. The rag glided all along her back, hitting her shoulder blades before she took turns with her arms. Soon though, she would go lower. First along her legs. Higher she went, until she was between the cheeks of Oura's butt. Finally, The slaver turned Oura around to face her before taking the rag to her chest, scrubbing in between every crevice that it has to offer. Finally, she was done. The slaver leaped out of the bath and pulled Oura out. She took a dry rag and began to dry off Oura, before adding a little bit of perfume. She was once again led into the main Auction Chamber. Most of the other Drow were being tied to posts or chained to the walls, but some were being tied together. A smaller Drow, female, came over and looked Oura up and down. She frowned very deeply and shook her head.
"This bitch will fetch us very little. Look at her, she is much to small and her muscles are not so tight. She is a lazy one and cannot work and looks like she may not fight well. She is a lowly slave...Tie her with the male over there. We will have to lower the price for the both of them. They are useless" The larger Drow nodded and yanked Oura over to the male, who was already being manhandled. As Oura's hands were once again being tied, wrist-to-wrist, behind her, she watched them as they literally beat him to the ground, tying his arms much the same as hers. Oura was suddenly shoved down to the cement and was forced up behind the male. The rope was tightly secured around their upper bodies. Separate rope was used to bound there ankles and knees. Rags were used to further tie the balls in there mouth into place, effectively silencing them once again. And so they sat, back-to-back. There was nothing else to do but sit. Oura tried in vain a few times to free herself, but the knots, as always, were to far away from her fingers. She even attempted to get at the males knot in hopes that he may free them, but that to proved to be futile. She finely gave up any hope that she had of escaping. It was to clear that these other Drow were to used to this. Fully drained, she finally found herself in a dreamless sleep.
She was forcefully awoken though by a rough hand, forcing the two to stand to there feet. It didn't take long for Oura to figure out why. Many other Drow were beginning to pile into the large chamber. Auctions would soon start. With this realization, she did not notice a silver collar being attached to her neck until she heard the click. She tried to give a yank, but it was anchored to a chain on the ceiling. Judging from the male's movement, he to was collared. A good many people would wander by, giving them glances, a few stopping to actually examine then. Some would do so with there eyes only, but others hand more...painful way of examining. Each time she lurched at anyone, the chain always stopped her, and she would receive punishment from any nearby slaver. Being so helpless, she hated it. But she would do anything from being bought though. She wasn't going to be anyones puppet to be used. That was for her only to do. She had little choice though. She was apart of a package deal, and so the male too was inspected. And then she heard the dreadful words from behind her, knowing that the male has caught the eye of someone.
"I will take them. I believe this will cover it?" Said the stranger. A Male Stranger judging by the voice. She could not see whom though. When the slaver gave her agreement with the payment, the stranger said "Good. Please bring them out for my. I have a carriage outside to transport them in." When the talking stopped, she knew that the stranger had departed. Drow does not make footsteps. A slaver came up to her with another rag. She meant to use it as a blindfold and reached to put it on. Oura tried to pull back, but again, the chain stopped her. Oura's hair was suddenly yanked by the slaver though and roughly, her chin was touching her chest. The blindfold was then tied behind her head. Oura started then to freak out, but a swift knock on her head would stop her. When she woke up, she did not yet know how long she had been out. She lurched forward, still blind from the blindfold. Although her hands were still bound behind her back, her legs were free to move around. She also noticed that she was no longer tied with the male. Using her feet to search around her surroundings. From the motion, she knew she was in a carriage. That much was assured. Her feet slid over soft velvet before finally finding a bar. She was in a very large cage. Someone inside the cage touched her. She jumped and let out a muffled cry of surprise. Soon her gag was removed. Unfortunately, the blindfold was still on though, but at least she could breath easier.
"She's awake I see?" Said the voice of the stranger. "Good good. I now have two people that I may talk to. Hungry you must be though. Tell me. You are hungry, are you?" The last part was really more of a statement then a question, but Oura knew that she was being told to answer. Still of pride, she simply pulled her head away as if dismissing him outright "My my. You are a willful one. Good, your training will prove to be both entertaining and quick"
"I will do no such training" She shouted suddenly, turning at the voice of this stranger. "I would rather die then to become you slave"
"Slave?" The stranger said surprised by her outburst. "My dear, who said anything about putting you into slavery?" This made Oura tilt her head, thinking something over in her head. Suddenly the cage stopped. "Shogun, please remove the girls blindfold." Slender fingers reached from behind and pulled it off. When Oura finally looked at whom she was talking to, her eyes would grow wide. His voice, was extremely powerful, soothing, and young. But standing before her was a very old Drow, even by Drow standards. He gave a chuckle which made her flinch, expecting something bad to happen. Whatever it was that she expected, it came instead in the form of a gentle pat on her right thigh as he reached through the cage. "Did not expect a wrinkly old man, did you. As you should, very little survives my age. Please, prepare yourself for our travel" He says, before pulling out a glowing black orb from one of his hidden pockets. Throwing it ahead, a portal appeared infront of the large lizards that was pulling this cage. Before anything else could be said though, the lizard's instantly moves on into the portal. There wasn't even the usual nausea that came from traveling into a portal. Just a sense of displacement, and the cage was soon infront of a large cavern that was hand carved. It was one large structure built into solid stone. While going through the halls, she soon realized that no one would ever be able to find this place. There was no entrance nor was there any exits to lead into the palace-like cave. While there were many rooms, there was simply no front doors, no windows. There was no outside. Finally the cage stopped. The male took a hold of Oura's arms. Her instinctive reaction was to suddenly pull away, but when those hands fell on the ropes that held her hands behind her, she let him. To her astonishment, the male easily pushed open the cage. Shogun must have caught this, because he gave her a smile.
"The cage is mostly for looks, as well as our bindings." He said, holding the cage door open so she may exit first. She thought it over for a moment, before crawling out. Standing tall, she looked right at the old Drow.
"What did you mean by I wasn't going to be your slave? What else have you bought me for?" She spat at him, her old pride getting to her.
"Well, that is most easy" The old Drow said as the younger male leaped out of the cage. The older one slowly made his way up to her and slowly traced the muscle lines on her abs. "Most would call this a sign of someone who may not be a great fighter from over-pampering. But, here, those muscles you possess, are just what we are looking for."
"We?" Oura said, looking at Shogun as the old man pointed to him. The still-naked youth merely smiled and gave a wave.
"My son. He has an eye for finding those perfect for training" The old man explained. Oura whirled back at the old man, noses touching.
"And what makes you think I will follow along with your training?" She yelled. "And for that matter, who in the nine-hells are you?"
"Oh?" He said. "I have not yet told you whom I am? Well, if you are to be my student, I suppose that you should very well know my name" finishing with a bow, also adding in "My name is ...Well, to tell you the truth, I have long forgotten my real name. But here, I am simply called Diemyo. And yes, you have no choice but to follow my instructions. We are no longer in the society that you once knew, but rather, my home. I would not have come to so much trouble to get you if I thought otherwise. Now, what is your name?" Oura stood tall, her chin pointed up. She was still taller then the old man and figured if he tried, she could take him down. Afterall, her family was famed for its style.
"My name is Oura Synfu..." She was interrupted as the old man suddenly moved his hand in a blur, popping a rib. She fell back some and decided she had had enough. She stepped in, letting her left fist guide her. The fist caught the male in the mouth. With an easy movement, she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face into her right knee multiple times before tossing him backwards. She had expected to turn around to fight the younger male, but before she could, the sight of the old man standing his ground, never falling to the ground, caught her attention. He simply crossed his arms, a smile on his bloody face. He beckoned her with a finger to continue. And thus she did. Lifting her right leg, she leaned to her left, letting her leg swing towards the male's temple like a club. It made contact, but again, he stood, even with the snapping motion of his head. The man fully turned to look at her now with a new face that read of icy and horrible death. She didn't have time to react. It was as if he had teleported. One moment he was well beyond reach, the next he was inside of Oura's defenses. With a single jab with his right palm into her chin, she was hurled back, but before she could completely fall to the ground, her left arm was suddenly grabbed. She felt herself being pulled back into a standing position before she felt the shoulder against her stomach, and she was flying over Deimyo. Her arm was once again yanked though, and she found herself in a sitting positing, her arm wrenched totally behind her back, an arm around her throat. She began to suffocate. Swinging wildly, she actually caught Deimyo in the jaw, but this only brought a new type of pain. Her arm being wrenched even farther up, the arm around her neck pulling her up, she soon found herself on her feet. She was let go. Instantly, she attempted to whirl at the old Drow, but before she did, a hard palm slammed into the small of her back, a popping sound echoing throughout the room. Her head was the first to hit the cement. The impact was so hard, her head actually bounced off of it a few times before laying there, but strangely, she felt no pain at all. Nothing. She could not even feel the coldness of the stone she was sprawled on. Panic began to take a hold of her as she realized her problem. She was paralyzed.
"Father!" Came a sharp cry. Soon Oura's vision began to turn. She realized that someone must have been moving her. She was right. Shogun had came to her side and now held her like a little baby. "You shouldn't be so rough. You know she was acting on pure instinct"
"Boy" Was the rough reply. "You know she must first be tested and then broken. It is how I have always taught" She could not see the old man, but the boy frowned.
"You were not so rough with me, yet you keep saying that I am one of the best you have trained. Why do you not employ those same techniques to them?"
"That is different. They have been bred to other notions and ideas. They are not like your way of thinking." The boy only shrugged. She suddenly felt the crack of her backside as Shogun's fingers popped her back once more. In response to this, Oura suddenly let out a sharp gasp, trying not to scream from the sudden pain she had felt. Once again, she had felt her body being lifted to her feet, her body close to Shogun's. She finally looked at him. Really studied him. He was unlike any male she had ever seen, and had it not been for the searing pain in her back, she would have indulged in him right now, submitting him to many "Techniques" as she called it. His body had muscles, but in comparison to other Elves, he was skinny. Although to balance this, he was as tall as Oura, if not a little more. His hair was very thick, some of the main on his shoulders. She could see that it went all the way down to his butt almost. Handsome was not a word she would have used. But, the word Beautiful fit him perfect. He could have made a very good looking woman had he been so. He seemed to notice this. Smiling a smile that almost made her melt, he talked to her.
"You know. The punishments are very hard for those who does not follow the rules." He began. Seeing that Oura was starting to take that a threat, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an embrace. He smelt good to her. Like nothing she knew of. He continued talking. "But. For those who followed the rules..." He stopped there. Something metallic touched her fingers. Looking down at her right hand, she noticed a very very small knife being placed in her hands. The young males own hands slowly glided the edge across his belly, drawing small amounts of blood before the knife was tossed away. "Well. Lets just say no one has ever complained of the rewards yet." He literally swept her off her feet, picking her up into his arms. "Just try, ok"
"I...ok" She said softly, looking into his eyes. She may have been angry at the older Male, but the younger one had struck deep into her deepest desires, her lust. He offered himself to her.
The next morning, she would come to regret this choice. She was forced to do many activities in the nude. She was told it was so they may watch her muscles react so they may judge her and instruct her better. She didn't care about that, but some of the routines were horrible and very painful. At one point, a large piece of wood was placed behind her back, her arms tied behind and under it. Weights were also added periodically. She was taken to an area where small pillars extended high, but a person of great balance could use it as stepping stones. The fall would not kill her, but they hurt all the same. This and many other activities went throughout the day. Her only upper moment, was when she found out she was not the only one to be subjected to this. All throughout the compound, was both Males and Females, doing much the same as her. Later that day though, when she was on a break, she happened across to fighters in combat. Their style was quick and evasive, but held much strategy. They were able to do tricks that not many could do. She understood that her training actually had a method to it, as she recognized the footwork as being almost the same needed to cross the "Stepping Stones" as it was called. Although, later that night when she was visited by Shogun, turned to be a very high point
Author's Note: I will end both Chapter and Story here. Although it was R rated, I also just plain wanted to introduce this character as she will be in other stories, joining with other Drow I am going to Create. My next story is going to be about a Drow from the Underdark with strange magic, meeting very insane and angry Female Drow while his party is attacking an elven village. She beats him, and from there, things gets...complicated.