The Arena Games

[Hale Loneshadow]

Feeling her two orgasms in fairly quick succession, but them being soundless, Adnirr'ach was determined to make her scream.

He flipped her over, so she lay face down on his cot. Pulling his cock out of her walls, he shoved all of his manhood in her firm, shapely ass. Continuing the motions, slowly at first and gaining power, the vampire reached one of his free hands around her, massaging her labia as he pounded her from behind.

 

[Neverwin]

There should've been pain. A lot of it. But she was so caught up in the throes of pleasure that what pain there was only served to send her to new heights. His entering into her tight, little behind made her orgasm instantly. And he wasn't finished. Each hard thrust sent continuous waves of pleasure through her. She was practically clawing at the cot now, and growls were mixed in with her moaning and panting. She felt his fingers rubbing against her sensitive nether region, which felt even better. She felt overwhelmed with so many good sensations; she felt so full, but she wanted more. Something strong and urgent was building inside her even as she had another mostly silent orgasm. She was rubbing herself up against his fingers, intent on trying to get him to touch her clit.

 

[Hale Loneshadow]

As he continued his rhythmic gyrations into her perfect ass, Adnirr'ach moved his hand on her soft, wet, warm vagina, up just a bit, rubbing her clit once again. Moving the hand in circular, but firmly pressing motions, the vampire balanced himself in her, and suddenly moved his other hand up and into her, fully engulfed in her sensitive labia, while the other continued its work on her clit.

Adnirr'ach knew that he was close now, and felt the raw power of his orgasm building up within him.

 

[Neverwin]

It was too much for Desiree. She was trembling so much now that one might have thought she was suffering from a seizure. She was gripping at the cot, and she bit down on her lip, drawing a little blood. Then, she came, and her scream filled the room and more likely than not, went beyond the room. The amount of pleasure she was in was intense. She pounded a fist against the cot and gripped at it again. She cried. As she started to wind down, she let out a little laugh. She panted heavily, and her body relaxed to the point that she felt like she was on the finest, most comfortable bed in all of Nirn when that couldn't have been further from the truth.

 

[Hale Loneshadow]

He finished just as she orgasmed, for the third or fourth time during their bout. A massive relief came over Adnirr'ach as his load entered into her, and an almost feverish sensation came over him as they lay together on their sides in his cot. As she lay gasping and panting, Adnirr'ach absentmindedly ran a hand along Desiree's curvacious body.

But at the same time, he knew Leandros and Valindril were waiting, preparing for him, for their intended escape. Leandros used his connections to ensure that their guards were distracted by the local prostitutes for the night, and if they did not act soon, then all may be lost.

Normally, Adnirr'ach would not have thought twice about leaving his bedded woman behind, but he knew he must at least ask, "My lady, my friends and I have a plan to escape. The guards are indisposed, and we have a ship waiting for us but we must leave tonight. I wish it were not so, but the captain only made room for us three, and refuses any, er, surprises. I swear to you, once I am out, I will come back for you...I am sorry."

Hating himself, Adnirr'ach did not wait for her response, but leaped up from the cot, pulling on his clothes. He ran out the door, and up the stairs in the holding area leading to the city. It was there that he saw Leandros and Valindril waiting. "Took you long enough, eh friend?" asked Leandros. "Yes, I was beggining to think you had gotten, er, colder feet," the Altmer Valindril added, uneccesarily.

Still disgusted by the way he had just left the girl, Adnirr'ach replied gruffly, "Let us just get on with this, shall we?"

They moved through the city, blending into the rowdiness in the streets, even with Adnirr'ach's massive frame. Arriving at the docks only took about a half hour, and there they saw the captain of their intended escape vessel standing at the helm. "Captain Breguin, well met. Here is your payment, and let us be off at once, shall we?" Adnirr'ach said to the portly man.

"Ah well, sir, about that..." the Breton man said with a very sarcastic grin, as at least a dozen Penitus Oculatus Agents stepped out from the shadows, "These here fella's offered me a, let's say, better deal."

Realizing they had been betrayed and acting at once, Adnirr'ach dodged the arrest attempt the first one made, and subsequently dodged the quick sword thrust. Grabbing the weapon by the blade and ignoring the pain, he ripped it from the soldier's grasp, turning the sword around so he was grabbing the hilt, and shoved it through the neck of the Agent. He agilely dogged and parried half a dozen more sword strikes from the nearest six other Penitus Oculatus agents, receiving multiple shallow slash wounds, and one deep thrust to his side. None of these were fatal given his status as an Elder Vampire, but they did hurt him, slowing the vampire down ever so slightly.

He immediately slashed the throat of the next nearest agent, and did a barrel roll, coming up behind another Agent, and stabbed him in the spine. Just when he thought that they might have a shot, Adnirr'ach heard a cry of pain near him. Spinning around, he saw the Altmer had taken two simultaneous swords in his chest, falling onto the dark ground, dying, his blood blending into the nighttime brickwork.

Another familiar grunt told him that Leandros had fallen, and indeed, he was down on the ground with a long slash on his left arm, and a spear in his leg, all the while pinned by the Penitus Oculatus agents who were tying him up.

Next thing the vampire knew, he was surrounded by the remaining 7 Agents. Three came at him with rope, three with heavy clubs, and the last stood guard, crossbow trained on his heart. Adnirr'ach dodged the first man, hooking his right arm around the man's throat and with a sharp crack, broke his neck. But, he could not focus on so many, so close, so fast. Right before he was struck down unconscious, Adnirr'ach let loose a violent, vampiric roar that echoed through the night.

 

[Neverwin]

That had been immensely satisfying. Unfortunately, Desiree knew it wouldn't last. By the end of the next day, she'd be desperate for it again. She could only hope she could get a healing session in before then and before her next fight. She was so very, very sore.

She did not dwell on it. Having received such satisfaction, her mind was operating with ideal clarity. She smiled gently at the Breton-Dunmer laying next to her on the cot; all while continuing to plot the death of the Orc woman from earlier. Orcs were horribly difficult to kill. Force wouldn't be an option... Her thoughts on that matter shifted to the background as the man spoke to her. Her eyes narrowed imperceptibly as he revealed his escape plan to her.

As far as escape plans went, it was not a bad one. But...

She started to open her mouth, but Adnirr'ach was already telling her he'd come back for her. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and watched him leave, not bothering to follow because she knew walking was going to be weird until she recovered from the wild sex she just had.

How comforting it is to know that he is clever but far less clever than I, she thought. She estimated his chances of a successful escape and a successful life afterwards were slim to none. The probability of him being returned to the holding cell or killed, be it at the hands of someone else or due to natural causes, were high.

In the time he had finished describing his escape plan and had started his sappy apology, she had found several holes in his plan. While it was a good idea to conduct the escape plan while the city partied into the night, he failed to take into account the individuality factor. In a city as big as this one, there were bound to be more than a few guards that took their duties seriously and would refrain from drink.

Second, he was still bound by the magic-dampening cuffs. It would take the cooperation of a powerful mage, probably the one in the city that had enchanted the cuffs in the first place, to get them off. It was entirely unlikely that he would be able to secure cooperation with threats... a powerful mage could defend himself/herself easily enough. Bribery was unlikely to be successful; they were slaves, after all, and did not win anything very impressive. It was possible he might have been clever enough to make arrangements with a mage before he executed his escape plan, but this seemed doubtful.

Third, we... That mistake was foolish in her opinion. The more people involved in an escape plan, the more difficult successfully escaping could be. There were too many variables involved with other people. If it was her, and it wouldn't be because of the sheer amount of holes in the plan, but if it WAS, she would not take anyone along. She would not be coming back for anyone, either.

Fourth, the captain. Another unknown variable... could he have known this captain for long? Doubtful given that he definitely seemed foreign to the city. Even so, the reliance on the captain, the... trust (always a laughable concept) that the captain would follow through and ensure the plan's success was definitely not a good move unless he had leverage over the captain. Something so much better than bribery and threats... was forcing someone to rely on you, not the other way around. Because if you had someone firmly by the balls, they wouldn't even think of crossing you.

Fifth... what happens after? Where does he go? A fugitive slave was bound to draw attention in any settled area, and living off the wilderness, while difficult but doable, was extremely unappealing.

Sixth, should he be returned to the holding cell, security would be so much tighter, and escape would be even more unlikely.

The Breton woman stared up at the ceiling as her thoughts whirred through her head, and she frowned. If the Dunmer-Breton was killed or if on the off-chance he did manage to successfully escape, she would lose her protection. She sat up and rested her chin on her hand; her eyes narrowing further.

So, then... she would have to scout out a new candidate. An inconvenience. The Dunmer-Breton's escape was an annoyance. She did not like losing potential pawns. She could handle it; she was good at planning for most every eventuality and she was flexible (although, clearly, Daedric Princes... or at the very least, just Clavicus Vile, were entirely capable of thinking beyond her). This was no different. It just irked her to lose a few possibilities.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

((I wrote a book again, so I divided it into several posts so you guys don't have to look at a TL;DR word wall. X_X))

It was over. Everything. She had completely missed the games for the day. She didn't know why it bothered her so much but as she dwelled on it, she figured it might've been the soldier. She wanted to see if he'd made it out alive. Truth might have been she wanted to bed him. She shook her head, knowing better. She couldn't let that happen again; soldiers were not to be trusted anymore. She strolled slowly back to the living district, picking her way through the throng of people reveling in the streets. Drunken men, sultry women and eveyone in-between were out and about celebrating under a full moon and the pyrelights. She passed by a particular group of men who seemed to be a little more hurried and a lot less jovial than the rest of the group; she eyed the tallest of the bunch and a knot formed in her stomach. He was...gorgeous. He wasn't quite Dunmer, but his skin had the grayish tinge unique to the race. There was something else there too, but she couldn't quite place it. His full lips suggested breton but there wasn't any way to be sure. She watched him approach. Of all the men she'd beded, she found that Dunmer aroused her the most, thought this man (mer? man-mer?) with his exotic looks and build was quite unique.

And in a moment, they were gone. Natesse huffed, wishing she'd been in her usual attire; perhaps then she could've caught his eye... Then the elven dagger strapped to her thigh began to hum. It took her a moment to realize it. Her mind was definitely somewhere else with that exotic Dunmer-man. She jolted out of her thoughts, partly because the vibrations were helping her fantasy a little too much, and partly because of what it meant out of a pleasurable context. She spun around.

"No...it can't be...was he?"

She stood stock still in her position, wondering if she should follow. Probably not, she thought. If he is what he is, he could kill you in an instant... I'm a big girl, she chastised herself, I can handle this. Pulling up her dark cowl, she blended into the crowd and the night, stalking the mysterious man and his entourage.
By the time she arrived at the docks, a full battle was in progress. She gasped as she watched the exotic man and his group battle with several Penitus Oculatus and though the group fought valiantly, they each fell, one by one. She watched in horror as the last, the man she pined for, was overpowered and subdued. He released a blood-chilling roar that not only scared her, but aroused her as well... She glared at the soldiers. The cowards. She seethed. Decided right then what she would do, she crept closer.

Natesse, her bawdy trade notwithstanding, was a child of the night. When coin was particularly low, she transformed from sultry escort to deadly assassin. There had been times where even the Dark Brotherhood came to her to invite them into their fold. Many times she had refused the offer and instead slept with the Listener than came to her and they often came back; that, she supposed, was what kept the group from killing her themselves, her usefulness. The agents stood gathered around the bodies and having picked the dead from the living, began tying up those who would be taken back to prison, and shoving those who would not into the deep murky waters.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

"Slaughterfish will take care of that, eh?

They all shared the cruel laughter. Having gotten as close as she could while remaining undetected, she reached for a bow that wasn't on her back. She swore silently. She couldn't create a distraction without it, and she didn't know the binding spells... She looked around desperately for something, anything.... and found a large pebble. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Pathetic. Throwing rocks like a child... But if it works, why not? She picked it up, and hurled it into the shadows in the opposite direction of her location. It clattered noisily on the stone steps and instantly the Penitus Oculatus were on their guard.

"Whose there? Show yourself!"

They stood still as stone, listening. Move, move.... Natesse mentally urged them. When they did not comply, she looked around for another rock. Before she could find one, the leader called out.

"You there, stop!"

She froze, her heart in her throat, but they hadn't spotted her. Instead, they made off into the shadow after the pebble. Either they saw something, or they thought they saw something. Either way, she didn't waste any time. She hurriedly skulked over the unconscious men. He was more beautiful close up... She didn't have time to admire him. She set to work with her spell, her hands radiating a white glow. She knew she had to work fast, because she heard the guard returning. Her work done, she dashed back into the shadows, closer this time, and watched.

"Must've imagined it... Seems all clear now, though. Come on, let's get this one back to the prison. Within it's walls, we'll teach him to try to escape the Imperial City on our watch..."

They all leaned down and tried to lift him. No luck. They pulled on his limbs and he still would not move.

"What the... This guy weighs a ton!"

Natesse smirked. She never really had use of a spell that increases weight but her schooling at the Bravil mages' guild taught her to always be prepared for anything. She watched as they struggled with the limp, heavy body. She'd added about 300 lbs to his already sizable weight; she reckoned they were trying to lift a 600 lb unconscious body. Dead weight. Had there not been such a need for stealth, she'd have had a good laugh over this. She was sure she would, later. Anyway, the time for watching was over. She drew her dagger and burst from the shadows in a silent, but Khajiit-speed sprint. She plunged her dagger into the nearest agents back. He screamed in agony as his lifeforce was sucked clean out of him.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

The rest had little time to do anything but draw their swords. She grabbed the nearest living soldier in the face and he glowed with a violent red light. When she let him go, he turned on his companions. Two of them stood shocked as he advanced in them, intent to kill. The other four ignored it and came barreling at Natesse. She threw her hand forward and cast fire at the ground; it sprang up and formed a wall, seperating her from the would-be attackers. They were confused for a brief moment, but that's all she needed. She lept through and stabbed down, clean through the neck of one, then whirled around and slashed at another. She missed his neck, but got him in the chest and that was enough to send him reeling. The third, grabbed her by the cowl and tried to stab her in the lower back but she twitched out of the way and inside had her right side sliced.

She screamed in agnoy as the flame-imbued sword bit into her flesh. It burned and bubbled angrily. She wrenched again from the agent and grabbed him by the neck. This time he glowed blue and fell silent and unmoving. She shoved him and he fell over onto the stone, not making a move to get up. She would deal with him later, for now she had other enemies to confront. She turned, quickly. The second agent (who she cut in the chest) was nowhere to be seen, and the fourth than had been after her lay dead, having tripped and impaled on his own sword. She scoffed. Fool. She heard the sounds of metal on metal and looked about. There was the second agent, battling with the one she'd cast her fury spell on. Apparently he'd overcome both his former companions and turned on the other as well.

However, the unenchanted solder prevailed and struck down the other. Wasting no time, Natesse raced behind him, held his head back, and slashed his throat. He slumped to the ground, blood spurting out like a geyser and lay dead. She sighed. That was it. All seven... She was about to turn to the man she had rescued when she heard whimpering. A fat Breton was leaning over the calmed soldier, attempting to wake him.

"Get up! Get up and protect me!"

Without even asking, Natesse cast a lighting spell at him. He shivered and shook as the electricity fried is brain and slumped of the solder, who received the shock as well. Now both were dead. Sad part is, she had no idea this Breton had betrayed the man-mer and his group...for all she knew, he was innocent. She was a cruel person at times but that's what being an assassin does to people... She healed herself just enough to function without crying out, and went about cleaning up, casting feather spells on the bodies so she could move them and ice and fire spells on the blood to wash it away with water. Having shoved the last body into the river, she smiled cruelly.

"Slaughterfish will take care of that, eh?

She approached the man she saved and ignoring the pain in her own side, cast a healing spell on him, then a feather spell so she could pick him up. She cut his bindings and hoisted him onto her back. She carried him far from the docks to a little island close to the city walls, but far enough away to stay hidden. She wrapped his wounded hand with strips of her cowl. She paused. Should I?, she thought. She would feel foolish, but she had to know. Reaching up, she pulled his upper lip back and smiled. So he *was* a vampire...She sat back, happy. Just what she always wanted... Cheerfully, she pulled her own armor off so should could tend to her wound as well. She turned her back to him, using the moonlight to examine the hurt. It would scar, that was for sure, and it needed air. She sat, topless and quiet in the darkness, thinking. She hadn't killed in so long and gods...it felt good.

Maybe these games weren't such a bad thing after all...

 

[solace84]

Dalious sat back as a smoking hot brunette sucked on his cock. He was in a whore house with moaning and groaning filling the room. A few Penitus guards entered and walked up to the champion.
"Sir, we had an issue near the docks earlier with some slaves," one of the men said.
"I'm busy right now, as you can see," Dalious said, slapping the whore in the face as he spoke to his men.
"Yes, sir...it's just..."
"Figure it out without me, I'm a damn champion now," Dalious said. "Be gone with you!"
Dalious shooed them away with his hand, so they left. He then grabbed the whores hair and started pulling and pushing it back and forth, as she gagged and slobbered all over his manhood.
"Ah, sweet victory!"

 

[Linamina]

A ship approached from the hammerfell region along the Northern river to the Imperial city, carrying slave cargo for the Arena. Some were just more whores, others were gladiators. One's fate, however, was not decided yet.

Baalena sat in her own personal cell on the ship, alone and silent. Seems everyday she got herself in some kind of mess, but this one could very well be her last misadventure. Captured as a mercenary and a runaway concubine, her captors had yet to decide where her services should be most rendered.

As a gladiator, she would put on quite a show with her exotic fighting style. But equally exotic was her beauty with her cinnamon brown skin, curvy figure and ample B+ sized breasts matching with her small, round ass widened with strong hips. She would make a worthy whore as any.

The Imperial captain opened her cell and sat across from her, distantly. Even with her wrists chained she was dangerous, as showed when she was brought on board when she nearly strangled a man in front of her for trying to touch her inappropriately. Baalena smiled at the show of fear, she had made an impression.

"Word's been sent to the Emperor. He'll decide what to do with you." said the captain, crossing his arms. Baalena stared at him, smirking. "How's his neck?" she mocked slyly, but the Captain's reply was coerce.

"Personally, I hope you become a whore. At least you'll get paid to be raped. Most gladiators are hardly that generous, or merciful." Baalena nodded. "I agree. I'd hate to have to try to break someone else's neck for being greedy." she winked much to the Captain's disgust. Baalena didn't care much for whoring herself away for something so small as gold (she made enough as a sellsword), but that didn't mean she didn't repay favors with sexual ones (or wasn't a sucker for someone with a wily charm and libido.)

 

[Simus]

Alice had been through a rough night. Her tear-soaked drunkenness resulted in dreamless but frequently broken rest. She thought she remembered waking at least twice when Natesse tried to leave. Now Alice had, once again, woken up to a bright light and a splitting headache. This time, however, her mind was a little sharper. The bright light was from the mid morning sun shining through the closed curtains of her window. Most likely the ninth or tenth hour of the day. Natesse must have carried her upstairs at some point and put her to bed. She had no actual memory of this, or much of anything from the night before, but the availible evidance pointed in that direction. She only knew the cause of the splitting headache because of Titus, her fool of a twin brother. Titus had the bad habit of going out to the pub on the weekends, getting badly drunk and forcing his sister to clean up his mess. He would be a slug for the following day and Alice would take care of him. Initially, this task fell to their mother, but after the fourth or fifth argument over his well-being, Alice had simply had enough of it. Her brother was a fool, but she didn't like to see him get into trouble. So she started covering for him when he would go out and tending to him afterwards. Their parents knew exactly what was going on of course but they played ignorant. They figured another voice in the matter would help Titus, especially if it was from the sister he loved and trusted.

Alice sandwiched her head in between two pillows and moaned loudly.

So this is what it feels like. It's amazing Titus ever managed to get any work done

Getting past her headache, Alice realized she was in a delightfully warm and comfortable bed. That, in combination with whatever she was wearing, made her downright cozy. She pulled the covers back and realized she was in her favorite pair of pajamas, which explained her comfort. They were a a warm, comfortable sleep suit that covered her whole body and were sealed with a moonstone zipper that ran down the middle to her groin. She treasured them and in return they kept her warm through the coldest nights (think one-pice white footy pajamas covered in grinning black skulls). She had slept in pajamas like this since she fell in love with them at six and her mother had them made for her to order after she outgrew Mystic Imporium's stock sizes. Smiling at how cute she felt she saw her cloths, weapons and pack neatly stacked on the dresser across from her. Erandur must have come yesterday and dropped them off at some point. That explained where her pajamas came from. On the night stand to her right, she also found a large glass of water and a note from Natesse. Realizing that she was completely parched, she drained the glass and picked up the note, which was sitting on a large, half-filled coinpurse. She then unfolded it and began to read:

That Dunmer priest who was looking after you dropped your stuff off after you decided to take a nap in my chest. He also gave me this coin. I don't need it and I don't care how you use it, just so long as you don't buy any booze. I told Julius not to serve you, so don't even think about going Nord on your breakfast. I'll be back later to check up on you. Please, for the love of all the divines, stay at the Inn and out of trouble until I get back.

-Natesse

P.S:I'm not even going to ask why you decided to strip naked, cover yourself in a bucket of your own sick and offer yourself to Sanguine screaming "TAKE ME GREAT ONE!" Not only did I have to bathe you and clean up your mess but I had to change you into those rediculous pajamas you insisted on sleeping in. I had to tuck you in twice because you kept waking up when I tried to leave. I had to cast a master-level calm spell on you just to put you out! I'm not going to clean up after you again! I'm not your mother Alice! Don't make me act like it!

Alice read the letter with a pang of guilt: She didn't remember doing half the things this letter described, but she did remember enough to know how inexcusable her behavior was. She was tired: Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of living in fear and sorrow, tired of her eyes constantly being red from crying. Her family was gone and she had nowhere to go. As she curled up under the covers, she thought for what seemed like an eternity. After a few minutes, she reasoned that she no longer had anything to live for. She was ready to end her life. She had become only a burdan and needed to relieve the world of herself. She was too much of a coward to do it herself, but she did know a place that could help her. She got out of bed, neatly re-folded the letter, got a quill and a fresh piece of parchment from her pack and composed her own letter.

Natesse

I want to thank you for taking care of me last night. My behaviour was inexcusable and you showed great kindness in spite of that. You will not be forgotten when I leave this world, which I have decided to do. My mother is dead, my father most likely is, and I have no idea where my sister and two brothers are. If they are not already dead, they will certainly be captured by the Aldmeri Dominion to be tried and executed. I have failed in my duty as a daughter and sister and have become a burden to everyone in this city, you most of all. I wish to put myself out of your misery. It is my solemn and noble intention to enter the arena games as a slave and be cut down by some brute for the entertainment of others. Then this world will be rid of me and I may suffer in Oblivion as I deserve. I hope this letter finds you happy and well.

Alice Marie Psyrakon (Alice)

Alice put down her quill and read over what she had just written: everything seemed to be in order. All that was needed was said and her clean elegant penmanship yielded no mistakes or blot marks. She folded and sealed the letter, walked out of her room and down the hall and walked downstairs to the bar, still in her pajamas.

Julius looked up from sweeping under the bar stools and saw the girl come down.

"Well, if it isn't 'Take-me-great-one'. How are you feeling today?" He asked, thinking of the hilarious show this girl had put on the night before.

"I think we both know how I feel thank you!" Alice snapped, her head still pounding. "I made a complete horker out of myself!"

"Oh honey, you weren't that bad." Julius chucked. "I've had grown men drink three times as much as you and turn this place upside down. Compared to them you were a delicate little flower. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Alice made now comment, but advanced toward the man with an angry step. "Please give this to Natesse upon her return. I'll be leaving now and I don't expect to come back."

"Okay, sure." Julius said, not sure why this gril was going to leave dressed for bed but figuring it was her business. "Your room's already been paid for anyway. You gonna go home? I'm sure your parents are worried about you."

Alice bit back the venomous comment bubbling in her throat. This man was ignorant of her situation and she had just gotten her manners back. She would not lose them again.

"No." She said. "I'm going to my death."

She pushed open the front door and walked out into the street, still in her pajamas.

 

[solace84]

Dalious walked around in the market area and purchased an apple to eat. Many of the locals congratulated him as he went by, some almost rushing in to speak with him. Lenden and the other men surrounded him and kept them all at bay.
"Look but do not touch you fiends!" Lenden yelled out, pushing back some kids.
"Keep those children away from me," Dalious ordered. "I hate kids."
Then a high ranked citizen approached him, one that Dalious had known prior to the games. He was Bernen, a rich Imperial who owned a gladiator's school which produced some of the finest gladiators the arena has ever seen.
"Hail Dalious, the mighty champion!" he said as he walked up in his kingly robe, his daughter at his side; she wore a cloth that covered her face as a mask.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure, Bernen?"
"I come but to ask favor of such a glorious..."
"Cut the plops, what do you want?" Dalious asked.
"Come to my gladiator school, my house," he responded. "I aim to purchase more men, some from today's showing. I would be honored if you would come and maybe give a few lessons. We would hold a party in your coming, of course."
"I would, but I have so many..."
"It would be most appreciated," Bernen's daughter crept forward and removed the cloth that masked her face. She was beautiful, with long wavy dark hair and emerald eyes. "And we would take real good care of our city's champion."
"Forgive me, this is my daughter Liendelle," Bernen said.
"My lady..." Dalious kissed her hand. "I would be honored to be...honored by you."
"Good then, tomorrow evening," Bernen said. "Farewell Dalious, the arrangements will be made. Come Liendelle, we have slaves to buy!"
Dalious felt a tingle in his pants.

 

[Linamina]

A letter returned from the Emperor as the slave ship docked. The captain tore the seal and read it discreetly.

"Captain Valus.
Any slaves you think will fulfill both categories should be brought to the market. Whoever buys them for whatever reason; we'll have more gold to put in the Imperial treasury either way. I hope this will solve the dilemma for similar possibilities in the future.

--Emperor Titus Mede III

P.S. Since this is your capture, any proceeds will go to you to do with what you will. Consider it a gift."

Valus crumbled the letter and threw it into the fire. He went below deck to visit his 'favorite' prisoner again. "Looks like your fate will be in the hands of Nobles." He said with a wry grin. Baalena raised a brow. "Aren't we all?" she asked coyly, the captain replying with the back of his hand. "Hold your tongue." he said venomously. Baalena rubbed her cheek, scowling at him. "Guess humor doesn't apply here."

Valus tilted his head towards the door, drawing his sword. "Time to go. And keep those hands where I can see them."
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Six of the Penitus Oculatus escorted the Redguard, taking no more chances with her as they held their swords out, all the way to the showing. Baalena, hoping to give off more of a warriors air than just a woman, kept her head held high through the whole auction, making no eye contact whatsoever. She hoped it would work, she fought hard to stay away from a life of prostitution.

 

[solace84]

Bernen and his daughter walked up and down the lines of slaves, and they were not the only ones searching for purchases. Many of the rich houses bought whores, servants, housecarls, fighters, etc. Some of Bernen's greatest competitors were in the market, looking for the best buys.
"Looking for more gladiators I see," said one competitor to him. "Trying to win favor of the Emperor so early in the games?"
"You know my gladiators are already the best there are," Bernen replied. "If you remember when our houses fought last spring...how many of your men died then? Oh yes...all of them. Well, you better choose wisely because I'm sure you're running low on coin."
His daughter, Liendelle, eyed the nearly nude slave men with joy. She looked more for sex appeal than talent, but her father always gave her what she wanted regardless.
"I'll take the two on the end and these four men," Bernen said, picking the strongest and most able looking ones.
He then turned to the women and quickly picked out a few to be brought to his whore house. He then saw Baalena and stopped.
"Such a rare beauty," he said. "What do you think Liendelle? Whore? Servant?"
"You promised me I would get my own personal servant today," she replied. "I want her, she is beautiful."
"Done," her father said, handing the seller the proper amount of coin. "Lead them home!"
The slaves were gathered by Bernen's already owned slaves and taken into a carriage, then it left for his house just outside the city.

 

[Linamina]

Baalena went in the cart, somewhat relieved. A servants life is a good second, at least some got good beds they didn't have to 'share'.

Though she just knew it would be a pain in the ass if she really had to serve some spoiled noble's daughter.

With all the slaves and their personal effects on board, the cart trotted off towards Bernen's estate.

(Pardon the short post. gotta get going soon!)

 

[Hale Loneshadow]

When Adnirr'ach next awoke, he was laying down in a stone structure, on what seemed to be a small island just outside of Imperial City. It was nighttime, the time of the Vampire. Sitting up, barechested glistening in the moonlight, Adnirr'ach saw sitting on a window ledge of the tower, a beautiful girl.

No, not just a woman...that one must be a goddess incarnate. She is too wonderful for this world to be a mere mortal, and she is too pure to be a vampire like myself.

"My lady, it seems I would owe you my immortality for saving me. I must admit, I am not used to being caught so unawares in such a bad situation. I wonder...how can I thank you, for such a great deed?"

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Her heart lept when she heard his voice. She had been using the time to stargaze. She had picked out a fair number of the starsigns and was now just admiring the beauty of it all when he had awoken. She looked over and her words caught in her throat. Should she ask now, or simply wait? She did not know. Instead, she slid off her perch and approached him, still topless. She kneeled down next to him.

"For now, I want you to rest. I had to place several spells on your body to get you here. Your body chemistry will need time to equalize. You move too much, you will upset that. I want you to just lay here. I will board up the window to keep the sun out while you rest..."

She stood and placed a large plank of wood on the window sill; only a thin sliver of moonlight shone through, illuminating her face. She returned to his side and placed a hand on his flesh; he was cold as death. That made her smile.

"Don't worry. I will not leave your side. Now sleep. When you wake, we will discuss your...repayment options."

A flicker of lust glinted in her eyes. She then lay down next to him, wiggling her hands through his hair.

((Sorry to push us into the next day but everyone else is and I thought it'd be best for us all to not be milling about in different times of day, haha))

 

[Neverwin]

Desiree had slept pretty well... that is, until she was rudely awakened by one of the guards. It was time for another Arena fight already? She was pushed out of the holding cell and taken to the armory where she could choose her weapons. She found the pushing unnecessary. It wasn't like she was doing any resisting. She picked out a dagger, then frowned a little as she thought back to her last fight.

The crowd had not been very pleased with her. Her eyes narrowed a little, and she picked up another dagger and a bow and quiver of arrows. It wasn't going to hurt things to be prepared. Of course, she wasn't particularly good at archery. The extent of her skill at it was knowing how to actually shoot an arrow. But having a long-ranged weapon would be useful, especially since her magic was being suppressed.

She was taken to the Arena, and she was left alone. She looked at the opposite end of the Arena, wondering who her opponent or opponents would be. She was only a little surprised when a pack of wolves were set loose into the Arena.

Just as I suspected. They mean to kill me because I'm not providing enough entertainment, and since that is my current role in my slavery, that makes me useless to them. They know that I am small, that I lack physical strength, that I have no magic at my disposal... A pack of wolves could very easily rip me to shreds. The crowd would find it amusing, she thought.

She made a plan of action in a split-second. First, she needed to get out of the way of the wolves. She would be too vulnerable in a confrontation with all of them. She pulled out one of the daggers, turned at a slight angle, and threw it into the wall. She noted, with some satisfaction, that her previous observations about the walls of the arena were correct. They were not made of stone. The movement set the wolves charging towards her. She ran to the spot she threw the dagger and grabbed it. Good. It was firmly embedded. She expertly managed to climb up until she was standing on only one-foot on top of the dagger.

She jumped and grabbed the top part of the wall, surprising some of the people that were sitting in that row in the stands. She pulled herself up and was very nearly pushed off by some of the people in that row who were eager to see some bloodshed. She pulled out the other dagger and slashed at them. She managed to get a few in the hands, and one in the arm. She snarled at them. "Keep trying to push me, and I'll slash throats next."

Apparently, this was enough for them to give her some space. She readied the bow and an arrow. She just started firing, clearly trying to shoot the wolves down. She was not doing too well. She was unable to aim precisely enough to get an instant kill. As a result, it took five arrows for the first wolf to go down.

"Slave, get off the stands! Get back in the Arena!" A guard shouted. There was a bunch of them further up in the stands, and they were trying to make their way down to her. It was difficult for them because of how many people were packed in the stands.

She ignored them, for now, and continued shooting at the wolves. Arrows littered the ground. In a few moments, arrows littered many of the hides of the wolves as well. All of them except one had gone down. The guards' voices were getting closer. They were in the row she was in. It was best to take her chances with a lone wolf than a group of armed men. As soon as she touched the ground, the wolf immediately pounced on her. She managed to hold her arm up to try and protect her face, and the wolf's jaws clamped down on it tight, shaking it and growling.

Desiree hissed in pain and started stabbing the wolf in the head with her dagger. After a few stabs, it finally went down. The fight was over, and her arm was a bleeding mess. Guards swarmed her later and took her weapons. She was allowed to be healed by a healer, and then she was thrown back into her holding cell with a warning.

"You pull something like that again, slave, and you'll be coming out of the Arena in pieces."

Desiree said nothing in response. She was absorbed in thinking, and she was not going to let a simple threat distract her.

 

[solace84]

There were many gladiators training on the sands behind Bernen's home, a yard designed for such activity. A great wall surrounded the men to prevent escape, as Bernen and Dalious stand over in his balcony, looking down on the warriors training with their wooden swords.
"Most are part of a Brotherhood of Gladiators," said Bernen. "The few new ones must earn their place in a trial, if they survive the trial they become part of the Brotherhood."
"They look in fine shape for the games," Dalious said. "What would you have me do?"
"Words of encouragement maybe...they admire you," he replied. "After we shall have a party inside, you can drink all the wine you desire and pick from any of my sex slaves you wish. Would you like to see them now?"
"Not quite yet, I would have word with the gladiators first."
"And so it shall be done, my home is your home."
Dalious nodded and then was led down through the house and to the training area, where all the men lined up in honor by the Doctore, which meant 'teacher'. The Doctore was a tall redguard with a bald head, and was the master of the whip and teacher of the gladiators. He cracked his whip to set the men in lines upon Dalious' entrance.
"Hail Dalious, champion of the arena!" Doctore called out, and the gladiators raised their fists into the air in response.
"I come to see the talent of this house," Dalious said, looking over the many races before him. "And I see it in all of you. Keep training and keep winning, and one day may they call you champions of the arena, a day when you shall earn your freedom. I've talked to your Master Bernen, and he has agreed to allow you all to drink as kings would this day and night. Have celebration with me!"