Castle Mavri Home of Lady Datura

She waits for her people to filter out of the door save for Olynne and his Lieutenant. You try not to stare but Lady Datura is very beautiful, and more than that power seemed to roll off of her very being. It was an intoxicating sight to behold, her perfect grey skin shone like polished stone, her body as strong as that presence. Whilst you kept your face cast downward but looking to her with only your eyes.

"Olynne you will command in my stead, I have matters to attend to at home." Her eyes drifted over to your defenceless body, naked and chilled at her very gaze; its smooth surface rising with goosebumps. Your own excitement barely withheld under her eyes with willpower alone.

"Your new prize is quite something isn't he... I wrenched its name out of the dying Chief's mouth... apparently the little Orc impressed the right people they call the half-breed John, it's been a trophy to one chieftain or another for a few years now, passed around from one warlord to another until now." Olynne's words were a little confusing, all you did was try to stay alive sure some men were rougher than others so you managed to incite a few fights to save yourself from a sadist or two.

The female guard ran a finger down the toned lines of your back subtle stripes of faded scars. "Half-breed wasn't that lucky Oly; it tasted the whip once or twice... Orc heal up nice though; I'm jealous milady." Datura raised her head proudly at that mention of luck.

"You both have your orders." She waved them off and grabbed something from her belt, a glass charm of sorts. You'd never seen such delicate bauble before, seeing it had distracted you from seeing that she was handed your leash. Lady Datura tugged you toward her and broke the bauble thowing into the open ground of the Long house and spoke words you'd never heard before.

A door rose from the smoke and through it you saw a bridge and a grand building of stone... unlike any mountain or wooden fortress your Clan had ever inhabited.

Datura turned to look at you "You know enough not to speak out of turn, you'll be doing as I order from here on out, eyes down until we are alone understood?!" You quietly nod the affirmative but she reaches grabs your hair and forces you to look into your eyes. "When I ask you a question, I want your answer followed by Madame, Mistress or Milady! Understood?"

You're not used to being spoken to at all let alone expected to answer... you were better at using body-language and 'other' actions to get your way... Orcs didn't put much stock in words but you were going to have to try with this Goddess among Dark Elves. "U-Undershtooood mestruss." Wrapping your tongue around words was a little tough when for the longest time you'd only needed the word 'yes'.

She slaps you on the ass hard enough to garner a yelp "Try again Doe... that's what you'll be called from here now try again and speak properly." She was enjoying this too much, not mockingly but it seemed like she enjoyed hearing your voice... Orcs thought it was a weak 'humey' voice they hate hearing it.

Datura smiled when you spoke again "Under-stood-miss-tress." The trick seemed to be getting around your small tusks to avoid that natural lisp.

"You're smarter than you let on, you have a sweet voice... Now move." Without a second look she drags you forward and through the portal into the warm rain upon a stone bridge. The water crawling down your naked body as the two of you walked toward this castle in silence. Other Dark elves along the path regarding you with curiosity.

When you got inside what happened?

-Training and the beginning of your new life as Datura's personal ****

-Servant and staff ****... beginning at the bottom.

-Brought to a **** auction to fetch a considerable price!

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