She’s timid, and submissive, her name is Skara, and she comes from a brothel she was enslaved at

As the half-orc opens her eyes a she slowly looks around. Realizing she is no longer in the same place she was before a small gasp escapes her lips. Her gaze turns wildly as a bit of panic starts to rise in her chest. Then, she suddenly rolls off the sofa, and bows her head to the ground in front Levan.

“Careful there.” Levan says concerned that the orc girl might have hurt her self with that roll.

“S-sorry master, y-you are my new master aren’t you?” The girls stutters her back still arched downwards with her forehead to the floor.

Levan looks to speak, yet Melith puts up a hand signaling for him to wait just one moment.

“How do you know I’m not your master?” Melith ask.

The orc girl turns her head slightly, though not moving an inch from her position as she does. Looking to face Melith her eyes widen as the question seems to causes her some distress.

“H-he is my master.” The half-orc says repeating the statement again.

The way she says is makes it sound like the girl is both some how confused by her own answer, yet absolutely sure what she saying is the truth.

The book Melith’s holding makes a few scribbling noises, and a few words appear in the blank pages.

“Hmmm this appears to be the spells doing, instance recognition of her who ever is bounded to as her master.” Melith says looking over the new notes in the book.

The half-orc looks over both Melith, and Levan, she bites her lip nervously as she notices Levan’s strange appearance. With his Snow White hair, pale skin, and blood red eyes she can tell he’s not a normal human yet she, is unsure if just what he is.

“Uh-ummm new master your-your not with the order are you?” The half-orc asks, her voice trembling.

As Levan turns to look at he she squeezed her eyes shut, and puts her forehead to the floor once more, fearing some sort of punishment for asking such a question unpromented.

“No I’m not, now please stand up off the floor before you damage your knees on the hard wood kneeling like that.”

“S-sorry master, yes master!” The girl squeaks as she quickly scrambled to her feet.

The half-orc stands in a sort of learned position similar to an solider in an army. Her arms are folded behind her back, chest outstretched, feet shoulder length, head held high. The way she stands is reminiscent of a horse standing at a horse show. Theres no slouching, or humility in her stance, it’s like she is expecting a judge to come out, and take a look at how fine of a dog breed she is. Though truthfully being a **** she might have experienced something similar to that. The auction house for slaves is very similar in nature to that of selling off of cattle. So if the girl had been sold off from there she might be repeating trained habits that originated from there, unless this behavior was instilled by her old master, or alternatively the order.

As Levan gazes into the orc girl’s eyes she meekly meets his gaze with her own, she’s scared, afraid, yet also resolved, and acceptant of what’s happening around her. She doesn’t dare do anything to try, and calm her self, or give her self peace of mind. Her only focus is on Levan, and doing what she should think she should do to no displease him. Levan can’t help but feel sympathy for the girl, this mentality was no doubt bent into this girls mind. While he had no dislike of self sacrifice, or putting someone’s else desires before your own, this girl had been brainwashed, to thinking this way. Her ability to choose for her self what she wants, and if she want to put other’s first was taken from her. Levan grit his teeth, it’s part of the reason why he hated slavery.

Besides some one losing their personhood, they lose their very concept of everything that comes with freedom. Or at they are trained so deeply that they dare not to act on anything they they wish for. Their dreams, their desires, their wish to be moral, and upstanding. It all becomes suppressed, and dulled by life as a ****. Even if they have a gentle master, their very souls are still hampered from truly soaring! Yet Levan doubts her master or masters had any problem stealing away this girl’s liberty, and recognization as person. The thought of it all makes Levan’s blood boil, as his claws reflectively start to grow in anger.

“If your to permit me my lord, I would like to run some tests on the binding spell so I can record how it functions, this might be useful as you can work around the spell having any unwanted effects on the girl while she is in your care.” Melith says

Levan can see the orc girl’s concern on her face as Melith mentions a test, though she tries her best to hide her emotion, wither this is an attempt to appear brave or another learned habit of her enslavement Levan doesn’t know.

“Will this test put the girl in any harm.” Levan speaks the word test as if it was a reference to some sort of disgusting creature.

He isn’t keen to the idea of experimenting on the half orc, even if it is his trusted advisor suggesting it.

“No my lord I simple wish to see how the spell reacts to your commands at a base level, I’ll be able to keep it from actual harming the girl by suppressing it with my own mana.” Melith says, looking like he knows what Levan is going to ask next.

“So if you can suppress it...?”

Melith shakes his head leaving Levan to now even bother to finish his question.

“I’m sorry count but I can only temporarily suppress the spell from working, it needs a constant stream of skillfully wielded mana to keep it from functioning properly.” Melith says with apologetic look at his master.

Levan sighs, of course it can’t be that simple after all what is Melith to do follow the girl around for the rest of her life? Even if that is an option Melith would obviously run out of mana before then, and the spell would trigger again activating the holy fire.

“And I guess a enchanted items wouldn’t work either right?” Levan asks sure that if this is possible solution Melith would have already thought of this.

Melith frowns, sadly shaking his head again.

“Even with only a simple overview of the spell I can tell that it was designed so that not even the most high quality of enchanted item could interfere with it.” Melith says his impeccable knowledge of the arcane arts shining through like always.

“Guess that makes sense if the hunters were planing on using this one slaves to control them in combat, they wouldn’t want enemies sneaking their unwilling warriors items so that they could break free of the hunters control.” Levan sighs reluctantly finding himself a bit impressed by the seemingly through thinking of the order when they conceived of this plan.

Levan closes his eyes tapping a finger to his chin. He can feel the half orc girl’s eyes on him as he thinks. While Melith can be some times over pragmatic he isn’t a cruel man by any means. Really if he says this test will be beneficial, then Levan really should do it. Even if this might put off the girl, or give her a poor initial impression of them he could always rectify that later.

“Alright then let’s commence with this test then shall we.” Levan says looking over to his old friend as he gives Melith a nod.

“First though...” Levan’s gaze turns to the half-orc and she winces as his red eyes fall upon her.

Carefully he approaches her, walking forward till they are only a half a foot apart. Levan hoping that by getting physical close to the girl he can familiarize her with his presence. Show her that even though she is with in striking distance she he has no wish to hit her. It’s a small move yet one that is crucial to make the girl not so afraid of him. With Levan being a vampire he can tell many subtleties that are much harder for normal humans to pick up on. Studying these subtleties in his line of work Levan knows how to present himself in a way that is advantageous to him. Which is what he is trying to do here, this girl will be in his care for a while, and not only does he wish to make her feel safe with him. He also wished to unchain her soul from the learned life of a ****. Yet to do that he needs to get her to trust him, and to do that she needs to get her to stop fearing him...

“Please may you tell me your name.” Levan coos in a low tone that seems to wrap around one’s ears like soft silk.

The effect of this though, seems to have the opposite effect then Levan was expecting as the girl stiffens up even more, and almost looks trembling a bit.

“M-my name is Skara.” The half-orc says a look of fear behind her eyes as she speaks her name.

“ahem yes well Skara please lay down on the couch and make yourself comfortable.” Levan takes a step back, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, not expecting that interaction to back fire like it did.

Skara obeys laying down on the couch though despite being in more relaxing position it doesn’t seem to do anything to elevate her nervousness.

“Now then before we begin this test I would like to know a little bit more about you Skara.” Levan says hoping that by getting the girl to open up to him she could feel more comfortable around him.

“Yes master, if that’s what you wish of m-me.” Skara says rubbing her arm.

“What would you like to know master?” Skara asks, looking like she’s unsure were to start.

“As much as you are comfortable in telling me, but let’s start from the beginning, who were your parents, and where were you born.”

Skara nods quickly, showing that she understands the request. She then takes a deep breath, and takes a long exhale seeming to prepare for a long story.

“My mother was an orc of so I have been told, I never have meet her, I was born in the succubus’s tail.”

“You were born from where?” Melith asks, his eye brows raised upon hearing what was just said.

Levan put his hand up signaling that, Melith shouldn’t interrupt till the girl has finished her story.

“I-it’s the name of the brothel I was born in, my mother worked there as pleasure **** I was told by my master, I mean my OLD master!” The girl squeaks, hey eyes shaking with fear as she looks over to Levan to punish her for misspeak.

Levan does no such thing he just nods, and waits for Skara to continue her story. With seemingly no anger or sign of displeasure from Levan Skara clears her throat, and again start speaking.

“My father is said to have been a wizard who undid the spell preventing her from getting her pregnant like all the other pleasure slaves, while she was servicing him, it was never found out why he did that, maybe he just had craving to impregnate my mother, or maybe he just thought it would be funny to leave my master with one of his slaves pleasure slaves pregnant.”

A flash of shame can been seen within Skara’s eyes as she says this clearly she knows this isn’t the noblest of conceptions, even for a ****.

“From what I heard my mother desperately wished to keep me yet my master wished that I would be gotten rid before I was born, however the mistress of the brothel convinced him to let my mother have me as I could be made a **** for him once I grew of age...”

“...I am greatly for her suggesting so, for if not I would not be alive now.” Skara says blinking away a few tears.

Levan however sees the attention there as less then ultraistic. Raising **** children, or even breeding slaves to make children isn’t an overly uncommon practice. An a half human **** in brothel well that surely would be boon to the owners. One can’t legally one a human **** so a half human would be the closest one could get to one of mankind owning one of his own race. And for those who come to a brothel that can most certainly be a big appeal especially those of sadistic nature. So while Skara seems to view this mistress getting her life spared as kindness, Levan saw it just making a good business decision.

“My mother then soon died after my birth, as she was strangled by one of her customers, I-I don’t know for what reason...” Skara’s voice gets quiet, even though she didn’t know her mother Levan can tell she would have at least liked to have known the reason why she had to die.

“... I was then raised by the other slaves of the brothel, till I was no longer an infant, then I did chores, and normal **** work around the brothel such as cooking and cleaning, mending clothes, then after which I reached the age of maturity I was then made a pleasure **** in brothel, s-so you see master I have a lot of skills I can preform for you so please I WILL DO MY BEST TO PLEASE YOU HOWEVER YOU WISH!!” Skara almost shouts as she squeezes her eyes shut, and bows her head to Levan hoping to make a show of her commitment to serving him.

“That won’t be necessary, for now please just continue on with your story you still haven’t told us how you ended up in the possession of hunter’s.” Levan says in calm soothing voice, that swirled around the room like comforting a trail of smoke from a campfire on a chilled fall night.

“Right sorry master...” Skara breathes in seeming to assuage a bit of her tenseness, but only a little.

“I served as a pleasure **** at the brothel for four years, I was trained throughly by the mistress learning every skill a pleasure **** could possible need, w-which I would be more then happy to show you at any point master...” Again Skara reaffirms her skills, and willingness to serve.

Levan sighs, he feels pity as he stares at the half-orc girl. The foul thralls of slavery truly has tainted her soul. Though he is hopeful in time he shall be able to remove that taint, and let her soul shine once more.

“...Then one day some men who claimed to be from the order of nine came, and purchased every single **** my master had, I hear he actually got a good price for us too I believe he actually now has a small fortune after he sold all of us and then... and then...”

“Yes go on.” Levan says in soft tone, speaking in a manner one would to a small child.

Skara then suddenly throws herself at his feet, bowed before him once more she grovels.

“I’M SORRY MASTER I-I CANNOT REMBER PLEASES FORGIVE ME!!” Skara cries out as she clings to Levan’s leg for forgiveness.

“H-hey now please it’s alright calm down.” Levan’s says, his usual cool demeanor shaken by surprised for a second.

He instantly retains his composure though kneeling down, and gingerly prying the girl off of him, before helping her to her feet.

“There there my dear, don’t fret I’m not angry with you, and I am certainly not going to punish you or anything if the sorts.” Levan’s soothes the girls fear as he helps her back onto the couch.

“Y-your not...?” Skara asks the count, like she expecting this to be some sort of trick.

“I can not be mad at you for not being able to do the impossible right.” Levan says flashing a fanged smirk.
Though the he quickly hides his teeth once
he sees that showing his smile causes the poor girl’s grin skin to go a bit pale:

“Unfortunately it looks like who ever made this spell disagrees my lord.” Melith interrupts, as he looks over some arcane symbols emanating form the book he’s holding.

“What do you mean.” Levan’s says looking at Melith with concern knowing his advisor wouldn’t interject after he told him not to unless it was important.

“It seems the holy fire punishment this spell emits doesn’t care if the master of the **** it is bound to gives it impossible task.”

“You don’t mean...” Levan’s brow furrows.

“Yes the spell tried to burn the poor orc gir-erm poor Skara here because she couldn’t tell you what you asked of her.” Melith says, correcting himself to call the girl her name out of an attempt to not seem so cold.

It doesn’t seem to work though, as once mentioning her being burned Skara trembles as she looks at Melith like he just suggested putting her to roast at the stakes. His attempt to seem more friendly only making him seem more off putting to her.

“Sorry girl I promise it’s not my doing, it’s the order who put this spell on you.” Melith sighs.

He then perks up though, and gives the count a grin.

“However I should be able to edit the spell so that it no long goes off if you accidentally give the girl a command she is incapable of doing, lucky enough that seems to be a rather **** part of the spell, I were to guess I bet it was added in last minute after the order realized that they would need to slaves to follow ever single order even if they were unable to do.” Melith says looking rather pleased with himself.

“Right because some times you want soldiers to attempt to do a task even if it’s no possible for them complete said task.” The count says nodding his head.

“Very well then edit the spell.” Levan says giving Melith the go ahead.

“Right.”

Then with a snap of his fingers, and flash of light Melith completes the task in an instant.

“It is done count.” Melith says with a proud look on his face, always being one to find satisfaction when he is able to prove his abilities useful to the count.

“Good but I think we should just test it to be sure.” Levan says, as while he has great trust of his right hand man’s magic prowess he didn’t want to take any risks with the Skara’s well being.

“As you wish my lord.” Melith nods giving Levan the go ahead.

Levan then turns to look at Skara trying his best to soften his features, and not look imitating. After all he is going to be commanding this girl like a **** even if it’s only momentarily.

“Skara please touch the ceiling from where your sitting.” Levan orders though with his soft tone of voice makes it seem more like a request.

Skara looks confused, and a little bewildered. Sure she knew this is an impossible task, yet the binding spell as well as her training as a **** compels her to do every she can to submit, and obey her master. Still sitting down she stretches her arms upwards putting all her effort into trying in vain touch the ceiling. She **** wills herself to place hands on the stone wall far out of reach. Yet for all her efforts, for all the statin she puts on her body she makes no progress on completing her task.

“That’s enough you may stop.” Levan says to the Skara who is still desperately attempting to touch the ceiling.

“I’m s-sorry master I couldn’t do it!” Once more Skara squeezes her eyes shut, and bows her head apologetically, acting like she just committed a great sin.

“It’s fine Skara really that was a order I you couldn’t follow yet I gave it anyways for your own good, just to test this spell the order put on you.” Levan coos in soothing voice.

“I-I think I understand master.” Skara looks at Levan with a intense look.

Levan doesn’t think she does. More so she probably thinks this is some sort of weird fetish or source entertainment of his. This is probably reminiscent of her time at the brothel meeting all sorts of weird characters who probably made her act out all sorts of bizarre fantasies,

“Ok, well has your change to the spell worked Melith?” Levan asks.

Melith nods as he looks at the magic symbols on the book, turning to Levan with a smile as he scratches the stubble on his chin.

“Indeed my lord though maybe a few more tests just to be sure.” He suggests more so wanting to show off his thorough work.

“Hmm alright then, Skara throw me that ball your holding.” Levan commands, again in the same almost soft tone.

And again Skara looks confused, yet improvising she makes like she is passing Levan an invisible ball trying her best to obey. Levan looks Melith.

Levan chuckles at the girls ingenuity.

“Hehe quiet the imagination you have their Skara.” Levan say pretending to throw an invisible ball up in the air.

“Rrright thank you for the kind words master.” Skara not entirely sure what Levan means graciously excepts the compliment like a good **** should.

“The spell has not gone off.” Melith informs Levan.

“Alright a few more tests, Skara please preform a hand stand for a full minute.” Levan commands.

Skara, though looking unsure of her self doesn’t hesitate. She gets off the couch, and attempts to do a hand stand. She is unable to as soon as she in’s upside down on her hands she starts crashing towards the floor. Though with his vampiric Levan quickly prevents this form happening catching the girl, and placing her laying back down on the couch.

“Not this time either.” Melith says.

“Not the most acrobatic of girls hmmm?” Levan says to Skara hoping to break some of the tension in her with humor.

“SO-SO SORRY MASTER!!” She shouts as she apologizes, mistaking your attempt at humor of sarcastic scorn.

“Never mind Skara please don’t worry about it.”

Levan sighs at this pace all this girl going to do for the months she will be bonded to him is apologize every time her spoke to her.

Still the fact that the spell didn’t go off is very good. As even if the handstand is physically possible for Skara to do, she was unable to do even through her bets attemtps. This means the spell would no longer go off if Skara, messes up or fails an order by accident even if she has tried her best. This gives her a lot more wiggle room to not be scrutinized by the spell.

“One last test Skara then this will be over , please tell me what number I currently thinking off.” Levan says with a friendly smile letting the girl know she doesn’t have to fear getting the answer wrong.

“Uhhh ummm right master?” Skara guess unsure of herself.

“Was it eight?” Melith asks checking the book again.

“Wasn’t even thinking of a number.” Levan’s says with mischievous look on his face.

“Well then the spell didn’t activate in that case.” Melith says rolling his eyes at his master dumb little joke.

“Good I think we are done with tests for today then unless you have some thing important you wish to try Melith?” Levan’s stretches this whole ordeal starting to get tedious to him.

“No I think I have enough information as I need right now, though do remember you will need to bring her back here with you at more then a few times for me to learn how to get rid of this spell.” Melith reminds Levan like a parent reminding a child of school work.

“Yes, yes I haven’t forget old friend.”He says waving dismissively.

“Anyway come along now Skara we should get you cleaned up.” Levan says motioning for the half-orc to follow.

“R-right yes master!” Skara hops off the couch, and scurries over to Levan’s side.

She keeps as much as distance as she can with out trying to make it obvious she was trying to not stay close to him. The vampiric appearance of the count still off putting the timid **** girl. The count sighs as he can see Skara still is scared of his appearance alone, abut frustrated as he thought he had at least made some progress with gaining the girls trust.

“This is going to be a long few months.” He sighs under his breath.

“What was that, master?” Skara asks perking her eyes up thinking Levan was in need so some thing.

“Nothing, now come along Skara follow me.” Levan’s sighs again this time more audibly as he leads the girl out of the study.