Mika spit. Hitting her on one rouged cheek. She stepped back and slapped him hard across the face. "That was not wise. You better learn or you will be joining the elf bitch sooner than expected." With a gasp Mika pulled his eyes from the woman on the floor to the young mage across from him. Levy's hung head and shaking shoulders said much. He closed his eyes. Another friend gone in this fool quest. Another blood cost to lay at Samuel Elvenbane’s feet.
"What do you want." Mika growled.
"That's better. I just want to know why your hear, love."
"To find my niece." The words came out in a low hiss. The madam was back, with her hands on his body. The revolution could be plainly heard in his voice.
"Oh, are you related to that little bit of tail I got rid of last week?"
Mika closed his eyes. So she wasn't here after all. They had lost her once again. "Yes."
"My, my, isn't this just perfect. Here I thought that you were from Samuel and all the time you were really just looking for a lousy two bit whore." She laughed low in her throat at Mika's reaction when she said that. "If you are really, really good you just might get out of this situation and find out where the little twit went." She ran her hands down his bare torso. "Hmmm, you have a very fine body for a point eared little weakling. Satisfy me and maybe I'll tell you what you want to know." She continued to purr and stroke his skin, enjoying his shutters
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Some time later Karleen pulled herself together. She was still lying on the floor where Ursa had thrown her. She slowly pulled her head up and look around. She was in a cell of some type. After another long moment she realized that she wasn't alone in the cell. She looked up and saw that it was Levy chained to the wall. She could feel the pain pouring off of him. She reached out a hand and tried to pull her healing force to ease his pain. She stopped, she couldn't find it. She had lost her power! "Oh, no." she whispered. Levy lifted his head when he heard Karleen's voice. She gasped as she saw the depth of the pain in those eyes. Her memory flooded back with that look. Katlin was dead. Tortured and gang raped by the men who worked for madam Ursa. Levy had
worked his way out of the bonds holding him but his magic was stopped by the collar around his neck. He had tried to stop the thugs with his bare hands, taking many blows before he fell at the feet of the woman controlling their fate. She laughed as the men kicked and beat the prostrate mage, breaking bones with their hobnailed boots. Karleen had tried to help both her friends. She had reached out with her healing gifts to find they had been blocked by a collar similar to the one worn by Levy.
The collar blocked out magical powers but did nothing to block out the psychic gifts. Karleen had been slowly gaining in her empathic gifts. Now they were full blown and she had felt every blow as it landed on his flesh and every thrust of the men on her friend's tender body. She felt the anguish as Levy watched his love raped before his eyes and she felt Katlin's body die. Katlin had managed to grab up a loose knife and drive it home in her own throat. That was the last thing Karleen recalled. "Levy?" She tried to stand but found she hadn't the strength. He just hung in the chains. She could still feel his pain. He hung in the chains because he could not stand on his left leg. It was broken between the knee and the ankle. She tried again. She knew that he was conscious. He had to be reliving the night before over and over in his mind. It wasn't a good
thing. Somehow she had to break him out of his concentration. She cleared her throat and spoke again. "Levy, Levy, where is Mika?"
Levy slowly lifted his eyes to look into hers. She could see the pain he held inside himself. She tried to reach out but he spoke. "He's with Ursa. He has been for the last three days." His voice was gravely and full of pain. He dropped his eyes as a sigh escaped his lips. "She has been trying him out for 'business'. Last time she came down to gloat she sounded very frustrated."
Karleen barely heard the last part. Three days. She had been unconscious for three days. How had that happened? Levy had been hanging here for three days with a broken leg? And Mika in the hands of that twisted woman. Things were very dark. She started to speak when she heard a key in the door's lock. She pressed her lips together and tried to brace herself to deal with whoever would enter. She was awake now something had to happen for the better.
The door slowly opened and into the cell stepped the person she hoped to see but the last she expected to. Mika stepped quickly in and strode over to Karleen. He knelt down and quickly ran his hands over her body, checking for injuries. When she drew a breath to speak he placed a finger over her lips and spoke. "Hush, love. We're getting out of here."
He turned as another figure stepped into the room. "Anyone suspicious?" Samis shook his head. "Good. Get Levy down."
Samis turned to the young mage and carefully removed the shackles holding him up. He eased the battered body to the floor, careful of the leg with the open gaping wound. The smell of infection overcame the other odors in the cell. "Mika, this doesn't look good. We've got to do something about it." Samis looked over at the healer lying in Mika's arms. Karleen shook her head. She couldn't do anything.
"It going to have to wait, my friend. We've got to get out of here and get the collars off our friends." Samis nodded and carefully picked up the battered body of the young mage. Against his bulk the mage looked like a child. Mika quickly picked up his lady love and strode out of the cell. They quickly but quietly moved down the hall and into a tunnel that appeared out of the darkness. Mika led the way as he could see better in the looming darkness. Quicker than Karleen thought possible they were outside in the night air. Mika carefully climbed aboard a small wagon that Samis' wife Sari had been waiting in. Samis carefully placed Levy on the bottom of the flatbed and got up on to the driver’s seat. Sari starting bandaging Levy's wounds as Samis drove through the night. Near dawn they arrived at the healing college and the wounded were taken in.
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The next morning Karleen sent a message to Mika that she was going into seclusion to heal up and to build up shields around her empathic sense. Mika understood and sent her back a message of encouragement and love. He knew that he would see her again when she could take being near people again. His real worry was Levy. The young mage had taken some serious damage. The leg looked like it would not heal up cleanly. He was going to be left with a limp a best, at worst he might lose the limb.
Five days later Mika was readying himself to return home. He had to tell Katlin's family of her fate. They were not going to like the fact that she had died in a brothel. They would be proud though that she had died trying to save a young elf from slavery. He paused for a moment to look out the window when he heard a click on the tiles of the floor. He looked up and found Levy standing in the doorway of his room. "Hello, my friend. Feeling any better?"
Levy stood for a moment just looking at the elf. The pain in his eyes was no less than the day when they escaped. His body was better but his soul was still in agony. "Yes, some." His voice had little inflection. It was like he hadn't the strength to put any soul into his words.
"Will you be coming with me to Mer'Beryl?"
Levy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "No." He stood that way for a few minutes. Mika waited for him to add something else. When the quiet had stretched too long Mika started to speak but Levy added something else. "I'm going to the healing center's mother house. The Mother healer said she could teach me come spells to help me walk easier." He tapped his leg with the cane in his hand. "There's a possibility that I can get most of the movement back with time and rest." He stopped. It was like he was embarrassed that he had said what he had. Mika understood. There were two reasons that Levy couldn't go with Mika. The first was just as he said. His leg still needed work. It was very stiff and he would be in agony if he rode into the mountains with Mika. The second was that the young mage didn't want to see the city that he had come to know at the side of a beautiful elfin woman. He needed to heal that wound also.
Mik
a took a step and placed his hand on the human's shoulder. "Its alright. I understand. We'll meet again."
Levy looked up at the taller elf. "Thank you." He turned and limped out of the room. Mika went back to packing. There wasn't much but he would need the supplies that the healers had pressed on him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
S&M
Three months later Loralil was introduced into the main lounge as the new star attraction. She had been trained in all the ways of pleasing a client, male or female. She had learned how to give pleasure and pain. This establishment catered to those who preferred to deal and receive pain with their sex. Loralil was soon mired in the depths that humanity could sink to. Madam Terry had found that training the small girl took longer than she thought. She enjoyed the breaking of what little spirit the girl had. In the beginning Loralil tried to escape dozen times. She now had a few scars to show for those escape attempts. She would not try again, of that Madam Terry was sure. The first night of her service she brought in offers of fifty gold. Terry was pleased. The small woman would be a treasure trove. With careful manipulation she had made the self esteem of the elf plummet. The girl was convinced that the best place for her was here.
She spent five years servicing the human's and half-humans who were sent to her. Her training had destroyed any feeling of worth she had. She felt like a piece of property. The only thing that she had to feel proud of was that she got no pleasure in the things she was doing and the condition her body. Someday she dreamed that she would escape and follow the advice of her parents. She serviced members of all the races that came into the brothel. All races except two. Orcs and half-Orcs. She couldn't stand to be in the same room as one of those people. Madam Terry knew enough not to send them to her. After a mistake in the training of Loralil she never allowed another Orcs near the elf. She didn't need to explain another body coming out of her establishment. Bad enough to have to pay for the whores who didn't control their clients but if she had to explain a clients death she would be out of business. But she trusted her training of the girl. She even trusted the training enough to allow the elf maiden out of the house. At times clients wished to have a girl service them in their own homes. Terry sent them out with a bodyguard. Loralil was sent out with a double or even triple guard at least once a month.
It was a dark, ugly night when she finally snapped. When she could no longer be someone's toy. She was tied up with a fine threadlike rope. She could slip out of the ropes anytime she wished. She had pleased the mistress enough that she had recently been shown how to get out of almost any knot, strap or set of locks. She was lying trussed up on the 'altar'. The fake temple room setup. Only the really rich weird clients liked this place. The script called for the sacrifice to be tied up and waiting for the 'priest'. She was ready. She played this game a hundred times. Madam Terry found that having an elven maiden tied to the altar really added to the experience for the clients. As long as she was careful who she allowed access to the elf maiden. They loved to think they were getting the upper hand over one of 'uppity' elves. They paid her lots of money and even left little 'gifts' for the girls. When the orcish asked for this set she used one of the other elf maids she owned. She didn't want to lose her money maker. Loralil didn't understand the attraction. She didn't care. She just played along but tonight would be different. She had no idea just how different.
She lay back on the hard surface beneath her. She really wished that she had been scheduled for the little girl set. The bed was so much softer and she could be in charge of the situation. This set up had her in the receiving end. She really hated this. She never would be comfortable with being the victim. It brought back too many memories. She still was a victim. No matter how much leeway Madam Terry gave her she still was a slave. With no recourse, no way out of the life she was living. She knew. She had last tried to escape three years ago. She didn't like remembering the punishment that she had been made to suffer. She stopped trying to talk her clients into helping her after the twisted elf who said he loved her and wanted her had turned her in to Madame Terry. She hadn't understood his real desires. She had thought he had heard of her and wanted to help her get free. He had really pulled the wool over her eyes. He got two free nights with Madame Terry's newest at the time after he turned her in. And he got to help with her punishment. "Well, I'll just relax. Maybe this guy will be one of the quick ones and I can get a good night's sleep for once."
Just as Loralil was getting a little cramped from being in the awkward position that the ropes put her in, her client came in. She closed her eyes and gave out the fake moan of terror she had been trained to use. She worked up to the whimpers as she listened to the man moving about the room gathering the equipment he wanted to use. Shedding his clothing and donning the robes set out for the client. She waited to open her eyes until she could feel him standing over her. This was part of the script. She was to open her eyes and stare at the client in wide eyed fear. Then she was to beg and plead for her life. It was all routine. She prepared herself and opened her eyes. At that moment she had the shock of her life. Standing in front of her was the being of her nightmares. A half Orc. A moment later she was out of the ropes and in her hands was the 'ceremonial' dagger for the use of the 'priest'. She stabbed the creature repeatedly. She stabbed and stabbed and stabbed. By the time the muscle had showed up to investigate the screams there was little left of her client. They were amazed. They had run when they heard male screams coming from the set where there were to be female screams. The two guards took one look and turned away. One to get Madame Terry, the other to lose his lunch on the floor. He had never seen such a sight working in a brothel. Never had one of the girls lost control and attacked a client. And he couldn't understand how the girl had done that much damage with the blunt toy knife that was the prop.
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"What happened here!" Into the mess stepped Madam Terry. She was dressed only in her favorite black leather buster and spiked heels. She had been getting her newest prize to service her. She loved breaking in the new toys. When she heard that there was trouble in the altar room she thought that the client had gotten out of hand. She did not expect to find her client in pieces and her muscle holding down the diminutive elf she had thought was totally tamed. She was amazed. What could have triggered this?
"Tree, let her up." She waved the muscle away and squatted down next to the elf. "Well, are any of you going to explain?"
Loralil lay on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. She didn't say a word. Her eyes were turned inward and her face held an expression of total horror. Madam Terry shook her shoulder. Nothing. She lightly slapped her face, nothing. Finally she pulled her arm back and slapped Loralil across the face as hard as she could, rocking the elf's head. Finally some life came back into her eyes. The horror left her. She looked at her owner and tried to speak. Nothing came out.
"Well, explain why I shouldn't kill you right here. You just killed a very good paying customer."
Loralil opened her mouth a few times before she could get any sound to come out. Finally she spoke. "He was an half-Orc." That was all she needed to say.
Madam Terry looked up and bit her lip. Oh. A half- Orc. What fool had set Loralil up in this scene. She had told all of her agents that the elf was to be kept from all Orcs and half-Orcs, just for this reason. The madam she had bought the elf from told her some of the girl's history. An Orc or Half- Orc would send the child over the edge again. Now she had a problem. The elf had killed a second client. It could happen a third time. She would have to sell her away. It was too bad. She was a big money maker. Why, she didn't even have to give her a cut of the money she brought in. Heads were going to roll. Which ever fool had just cost her her best money maker and her second highest paying customer was going join the girl in what ever fate she decided. Oh, well, she shrugged. Something was always coming up. She should be able to replace her easily and make some money on the girl in the process. Nothing to do here but clean up the mess
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She stood up and gestured to the muscle to pick up Loralil and remove her from the room. She needed to have the household slaves come in and clean up this mess. It was too bad that this particular half-Orc was well known and connected. There would be inquires about how he died in a whore house. Also there would be calls for the death of his killer. There had to be a way to make money on the situation. She just had to think about it. She strolled out of the room and back to her waiting toy. She always thought better after a good fuck. Maybe she should have the other new toy brought to her. She thought she would need a really long fuck to think this mess through.
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Loralil meekly allowed Timmy to lead her to the basement. She knew that they had a dungeon set up there with real cells. She also knew that she had just blown it. She had killed a client. She was now a liability. Madam Terry would not keep her around for long. She knew that in Greymer whores were a silver piece a dozen. She had hours to wonder what was going to happen to her. The half-Orc was her first client of the evening. The mistress wouldn't stop her business for anything. In the morning she would deal with the situation Loralil had dropped in her lap. She would have to spend the night here, covered in her client's blood.
As the night passed, she sat locked in her thoughts, ignoring the sounds of the clients and whores working in the set. She tried to find anything in her life that could in any way be considered a step up. She had never done anything to lift herself up. She never met any normal elves. Madam Terry did not cater to them. She surely had a few show up but she never sent one to Loralil. She probably thought that Loralil could convince any healthy Elf she serviced to help her escape. Now she never would. She wondered how she would be put down. Put down, that was what they did to slaves who killed a free man. She just hoped it would be quick. She would be glad when it was all over. She had had enough of this miserable existence.
After a very long night of watching the other girls using the dungeon set up, Loralil saw Mistress Terry come down into the dungeon. She stood outside the cell holding Loralil. Looking at her student coolly. She had figured out how to clean up the situation that this girl had left her. She was going to sell this chit to the arena. That way the half-Orc's friends could watch her die and it wouldn't be on her hands. Too bad she couldn't keep her but she was bad for business.