Master - Violence There was a lot of noise as my mages started to take the prisoners out of their cells. I stood there in the inspection location observing the progress. I could feel my mages work their magick as they cleaned my property. Camile was the last to be pulled out of the cells, she decided to speak without being spoken to. With the flick of my wrist, a string of energy smacked her once. With a yelp she started fussing and started to move without another sound coming out of her mouth. Emma fought the second she was led out of the cell. Attempting to kick and punch the mages around her to no avail. It took a couple of zaps of energy to get her to stop her behaviour. Steve was noticeably shocked by the events that he placed himself in. Unlike his brother Markous, it took a many lashes for him to close his mouth and behave himself. Like the wild animal that he is, Markous attempted to attack the mages as he was brought to the serfs to be cleaned. Then there is Pierre; he came out of his holdings with a clenched jaw, narrowed eyes, and balled-up fists. His sight was narrowed on me, not once blinking. With his back towards me, the serfs got to do the task that had been given to them. I did not need to see where Pierre had set his sights on, Markous was someone Pierre had issues with. Smiling to myself, knowing a killer when I crossed paths with one. I am more than positive that if I gave him a blade right now, he would not hesitate to stab Markous and then foolishly go after me. I can see that he is making a kill list and he has not thought about the consequences twice. Strolling around the group, I observed as my female serfs bathed my property. My tone was low and commanding, “One of you will be losing a body part today!” I announced my next course of action. It was a game we bet on, to see who would start making a fuss. I had placed my gold on the human born named Steve. This action was enjoyable by all yet it is the part I enjoyed the most. The screams, pleas and bargaining was always the first response given by the captives. As if any property of mine had a chance. What I did not expect was for Pierre to puff out his chest in defiance. In all my time there was only one other that responded in such defiance, Sadragon. A grin slowly crept onto my face showing off my teeth, not once taking my gaze from Pierre. I now can see why the fates brought these two together as mates. “Choose Steve; he is weak!” Markous spoke out of turn. I snapped my eyes to him. With a quick swish of energy from my hand, I struck Markous. I studied him before I spoke. I had all intentions to decapitate Steve first. I get more money for eunuchs, and less hassle for the buyer. Markous’s outburst has changed the process of my actions. I narrowed my site, “Take a digit from each hand, it has no use for all of his extremity!” I was glaring at my property. For the first time Pierre’s demeanour had changed, a vicious grin was spreading across his face. This human born understands a lot more than many. If I were a creature that bet, which I am! I would bet that Pierre had other thoughts in mind that would cause more pain and prolong its death. Our sight were glued together! I could tell that Pierre was the type of creature that would not attack nor harm something weaker than himself unless the creature was for consumption. He kills what is of equal strength! “Master!” My thought was interrupted by one of my mages. “Y.e.s!” I continued to bounce my gaze from Markous to Pierre. “If I may so boldly point out the human born that grins, he has yet to respond accordingly. I would req …” The mage spoke his mind. I did not turn my head to speak to the mage, “place a loin cloth on him and give him to Sadragon. Sadragon has been waiting for him. His training begins now! Also … that is Sadtagon’s mate, I would watch what you say when it pertains to his mate!” I announced it to everyone in the area. I would not have to make this publicly known. Rumours will spread faster than wildfire. “Another hunter!” The mage spoke with glee, “And a mate in one!” The mage changed his mannerisms. I kept my voice low and harsh, “there has not been one worth to be recruited since Sadragon. I can tell that this mate of his is his equal in every way.” The mage pointed towards Pierre, “what would you like me to do about those markings?” “Human borns have a habit of adopting markings that they have not earned, this one has. By nature, he is a killer!” The female serfs finished bathing Pierre. A loin cloth was placed on Pierre. “Take this one to Sadragon!” Two mages had placed their hands on his arm. With force, Pierre was taken from the inspection grounds to Sadragon. “In regards to Pierre, Sadragon knows what to do.” I finished telling them. Bringing my attention back to the rest of my property. The mages made the water disappear as I walked closer. Using my power I took control over Steve. “Property items, one hundred and fifty-one, property items will be sold. List him as labour.” I spoke to the mage that was following beside me with his paper and pencil. “Eunuch!” I added before I strolled over to the next human born. I walked over to Markous, I noticed that my order for one of his digits to be removed from each hand had not been performed. “Number sixteen hundred … food!” I narrowed my eyes, “follow through with my previous order, decapitate sixteen hundred!” Markous began to thrust around trying to attack me. I let out a low laugh as this creature thought that he was a match for my strength. The thought only made me laugh harder. I could see my serfs visibly shake with fear. One of my mages grabbed a pair of pliers, grabbing sixteen hundred’s right hand. The mage aimed the pliers at his index finger. Sixteen hundred howled as he realized that the index finger of his right hand lay on the floor. Flapping around like a fish out of water, sixteen hundred commenced to scream profanity as the mage aimed with the pliers for his index finger on his left hand. Blood was dripping from both hands as sixteen hundred passed out. “Take him back to his kennel. Then stop his bleeding!” I ordered my mages. I turned my head as I could hear the sounds of soft sobbing. Emma was sniffling, her head lowered, not daring to look at me. What a good little fuck she would have been if I required more pleasures. Strolling over and standing behind the human born, “Property ... Two hundred and nine, does it have any defects that would hinder a proper sale?” I asked the mage that was standing in front of this human. The mage wrinkled his nose, “it has a butterfly on its hip!” I glared at the mage, then to two hundred and nine’s hip, “Why do human borns defile their bodies?” “If I may speak boldly, Master?” My mage asked me as he tossed his head back and forth with repulsion. “Speak!” My tone was low with little patience left. “With the time I have spent wandering among human borns, they find things like this to be beauty marks.” The mage's hand was glowing over two hundred and nine’s pelvis. I knew by the glow that he had found something of interest. “What did you find?” I had a feeling what it was but I wanted to make sure of my suspicions. The mage expressed no emotion, “I want to make sure first Master, I need two hundred and nine to spread its legs!” “Spread your legs!” I ordered two hundred and nine. With defiance, she dared to shake her head, with a quick swish, a stream of energy came out from my fingertips and struck two hundred and nine. She yelped as a single whiplash reddened her backside. She unclenched her thighs, spreading her legs enough for the mage to slide his hands between her thighs up to her female genitals. I already knew two hundred and nine were deflowered the only thing that would spark the mage's attention would be … The mage glared at my property, two hundred and nine with a grin on his face as he watched her face redden with embarrassment. “It has been deflowered, its value has depleted more, but not all may be lost; it is a bleeder. If it so pleases you, you could sell her as a breeder. I just have to remove the device that prevents it from birthing. There is also the question of the hair on the body; if we remove all hair, the value will increase!” “Place two hundred and nine as a pleasure-breeder. Start bids at ten thousand gold pieces. Send her to Puabi; Puabi will know what I want.” Though my mistress already knew what was planned, the mage did not. The mage pulled out his hands from between two hundred and nine’s sex organs, holding in his hands the device that would stop all births. “As you wish, Master!” “Place her auction date for three blood moons, if there should be a spawn in the womb, increase the starting bid to fifteen thousand, two for one deal.” I gave my mage a toothy smile. The mage bowed his head with a grin on his face, “As you wish, Master.” He jotted down my commands. I strolled over to Camile, tears streaming down her face, “Property item four hundred and seventeen!” I could smell anxiety filtering off her. “What do you have to tell me about four hundred and seventeen?” I glanced briefly over at the mage. The mage grinned, “the value of it is going to be astonishing; there are no birthmarks; I just have to do an internal exam.” He waited for my command to proceed further. “Continue then!” I ordered. With a sob, “Please do not,” She pleads. I raised my hand to stick her, and slowly she spread her legs, allowing the mage to perform the internal exam. She raised her head to avoid looking at anyone; the mage motioned his hand between her thighs. Gliding them to her genitals, he stopped once two of his fingers were deep inside of her. “Oh, what a surprise!” He exclaimed cheerfully. “What is it?” I had expected the mage to inform me that she was a breeder, as most female human borns are.The mage could not contain his excitement. “It is not tainted and it is a bleeder! What would the wishes be for it?” I glared at the mage; not many things surprise me anymore but this group has continued to do so. I thought about my next course of action; four hundred and seventeen would bring in a great deal of gold for her purity, “I will get more gold if she is trained for pleasure. Send four hundred and seventeen to Puabi to break her in. Put her starting bidding price at twenty thousand gold pieces.” The mage bowed, “as you wish, Master. But if I may speak baldly!” “What is it?” I was starting to become bored and wanted to be done with this event. “What if it was trained, but was not tainted, you could mark it up even higher—untainted, trained pleasure- breeder. You could start bids at thirty thousand. Males tend to not want to train the female, but breaking four hundred and seventeen in is not the issue.” I thought for a second about what the mage had proposed; the idea was appealing, “if Puabi can do it without breaking her then so be it, leave the training and decision making up to her.” The mage bowed with respect, “As you wish, Master!” “Is there anything else?” I just wanted to leave and check on my little redhead. “No Master!” The mage said as he cleaned his hands. I pivoted out of the inspection room, heading East down the hall; I was heading to where I had Merna locked up. Passing her main door, I closed the door to my chamber; I was aiming for the hidden door that connected Merna’s room and mine, pushing on the door, and sliding it open. On the bed of furs, I found Merna slumbering. In the fetal position, both of Merna’s hands cradled under her head. With stealth, I crept over to the bed making sure I did not make a sound to startle her awake. Softly I brushed her hair away from her face so that I could get a better look at her face. Dried trails of tears crusted her cheek; a ping hit my chest. Placing her hair gently over her shoulder, I studied the rest of Merna. My eyes trailed from her head to her shoulder, then back down to her legs. The dress had ridden up to her hip, revealing her pink underwear. I contracted my nails, gliding one nail up Merna’s leg, stopping briefly before lifting the hem of her underwear, “I thought I told you to change out of your clothing, little human!” For a split second, I was going to rip her underwear with my fingernail, then decided not to when my male organ started to twitch. What I ended up doing was pulling the hem of the dress down, covering her upper leg, and walking out of the bedroom.Closing the hidden door, I wondered how she would taste, and feel, and would she beg for me. I stopped my thought process there, “it has to be the red hair that brings irrational thoughts to my mind.” I sat at the edge of my bed, closed my eyes, and opened a mind link.