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Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Steel yourself with waterbottle

Sandjack — Mon, 14 Mar 2016 02:04:50 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You resolutely, determinedly... Go back to sleep. You need rest, you decide, so you allow your tired mind to drift off into dreams of home until the time to escape comes. At l…'

You resolutely, determinedly...

Go back to sleep.

You need rest, you decide, so you allow your tired mind to drift off into dreams of home until the time to escape comes.

At last you decide, gripping the waterskin tightly in one hand - you have to escape. You don't have much to go on, but you don't have anything to lose either.

As time passes, you feel the sun going down in the sky outside your tent. You guess it's a few minutes to 2 o'clock when you feel that you can't take it any more. You open your eyes - the man is nowhere to be seen, so you take the plunge and push yourself off the mattress with your arms. For a moment you fall to your knees, but after minute you manage to stand. No one from outside seems to have noticed you yet, so you take the time you need to stand up. Looking around, you see a couple of other potential slaves, staring at you plaintively from their beds, unmoving.

You can't do anything but shake your head at them. You wait... and wait... and wait, holding the waterskin to your chest.

Eventually, you hear a bell in the distance. You falter for a moment, but strengthen your legs and head out to make your way to the treeline.

The moon is slightly obscured by the clouds outside, but there's just enough light to see. You look from side to side and see the fading silhouettes of the men who were standing outside just a minute ago. Painfully aware of every noise you make, you sneak forward and eventually make your way to the forest's edge.

You run like crazy once you reach it, completely abandoning all thoughts of stealth in favor of running until you drop. Since no one seems to follow, you guess they only hear the noise of a wild animal.

Unfortunately, running until you drop doesn't take very long, owing to your low stamina. Eventually, you reach a point you feel satisfied with, where you can no longer see the light from the slave camp and there are plenty of dark corners. As you stand there for a minute, you instantly feel foolish - you make a muffled sobbing sound as you realize that you are completely and utterly lost in the middle of the night, half dying of hunger. You rub your sore throat and uncork the heavy waterskin, only to be assaulted with an unexpected stench - the clear liquid smells strong and intoxicating, the kind of stuff that father would occasionally drink whenever he was speaking with ambassadors or some such.

You've never had such things before, but it's clearly alcohol - the scoundrel! Thinking hard, you reason that at least it's better than nothing and sip at the drink. It spreads warmth through your body and, surprisingly, you don't feel in the least bit sleepy. You've never heard of such a strange beverage, but it gives you energy and you feel warmer.

Just as you begin to think about a way to move forward, you hear the sounds of talking coming from the trees directly in front of you, and the glow of torches.

Do you:

[[Mia/Slave/Escape/Run towards voices *with waterskin*|Run out there and beg them for food.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Escape/Follow from distance *with waterskin*| Follow them from a distance. What if it's more scary people?]]

[[Mia/Slave/Escape/Hide *with waterskin*| You can't even think of dealing with the kinds of unsavoury folk that hang out in the woods at night. Stay here and hide.]]

{{Princess Status|Equipment=''rags''|Health=40|Stamina=50|Mood=Tense|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possessions=''none''}}

[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Hide in ditch

Sandjack — Mon, 14 Mar 2016 01:50:02 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You leap down recklessly into the small ditch, muddying your rags further. With valiant effort, you make yourself as small as possible and try desperately to avoid making any sou…'

You leap down recklessly into the small ditch, muddying your rags further. With valiant effort, you make yourself as small as possible and try desperately to avoid making any sound. After a minute, you hear the voices scratching at the trees around you, and circles of torchlight stopping just short of your hiding spot. You grip your small shoulders, conserving what little warmth you have.

Eventually, after what seems like forever, the people are gone and you relax a little. Climbing out of the ditch, you are suddenly hit by a realisation - you are completely and utterly lost in the middle of the night, with a dry throat and half dying of hunger. Just as you fall to your knees in despair, you hear the sounds of talking coming from the trees directly in front of you, and the glow of torches.

Do you:

[[Mia/Slave/Escape/Run towards voices|Run out there and beg them for food.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Escape/Follow from distance| Follow them from a distance. What if it's more scary people?]]

[[Mia/Slave/Escape/Hide| You can't even think of dealing with the kinds of unsavoury folk that hang out in the woods at night. Stay here and hide.]]

{{Princess Status|Equipment=''rags''|Health=20|Stamina=30|Mood=Terrified|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possessions=''none''}}

[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Get some rest to head out into the forest

Sandjack — Mon, 14 Mar 2016 01:44:05 GMT

Sandjack:

At last you decide - you have to escape. You have nothing but your wits and the rags you're wearing, but that means there's nothing to lose either.

As time passes, you feel the sun going down in the sky outside your tent. You guess it's about 10 o'clock when you feel that you can't take it any more. You open your eyes - the man is nowhere to be seen, so you take the plunge and push yourself off the mattress with your arms. For a moment you fall to your knees, but after minute you manage to stand. No one from outside seems to have noticed you yet, so you take the time you need to stand up. Looking around, you see a couple of other potential slaves, staring at you plaintively from their beds, unmoving.

You can't do anything but shake your head at them and run out.

The moon is slightly obscured by the clouds outside, but there's just enough light to see. You look from side to side, but just as you step out of your hiding spot, you see silhouettes in the night.

In a single second, you hear a cry from the right, and you fly out towards the forest. You can hear guards running from all directions. You block them out and focus on the sound of your own feet, fleeing into the dark.

It feels like hours by the time that you stop running, but you still feel footsteps all around you. You bend over and wish that you had spent more time training in the castle. To your left you see a small ditch where you think you can hide, or you can keep running.

You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Hide in ditch| Decide to hide in the ditch until they're gone.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Run away| Run like the wind and pray you can lose them.]]

{{Princess Status|Equipment=''rags''|Health=20|Stamina=40|Mood=Terrified|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possessions=''none''}}

[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Steel yourself

Sandjack — Mon, 14 Mar 2016 01:42:57 GMT

You resolutely, determinedly...

Go back to sleep.

You need rest, you decide, so you allow your tired mind to drift off into dreams of home until the time to escape comes.

At last you decide - you have to escape. You don't have much to go on, but you don't have anything to lose either.

As time passes, you feel the sun going down in the sky outside your tent. You guess it's a few minutes to 2 o'clock when you feel that you can't take it any more. You open your eyes - the man is nowhere to be seen, so you take the plunge and push yourself off the mattress with your arms. For a moment you fall to your knees, but after minute you manage to stand. No one from outside seems to have noticed you yet, so you take the time you need to stand up. Looking around, you see a couple of other potential slaves, staring at you plaintively from their beds, unmoving.

You can't do anything but shake your head at them. You wait... and wait... and wait...

Eventually, you hear a bell in the distance. You falter for a moment, but strengthen your legs and head out to make your way to the treeline.

The moon is slightly obscured by the clouds outside, but there's just enough light to see. You look from side to side and see the fading silhouettes of the men who were standing outside just a minute ago. Painfully aware of every noise you make, you sneak forward and eventually make your way to the forest's edge.

You run like crazy once you reach it, completely abandoning all thoughts of stealth in favor of running until you drop. Since no one seems to follow, you guess they only hear the noise of a wild animal.

Unfortunately, running until you drop doesn't take very long, owing to your low stamina. Eventually, you reach a point you feel satisfied with, where you can no longer see the light from the slave camp and there are plenty of dark corners. As you stand there for a minute, you instantly feel foolish - you make a muffled sobbing sound as you realize that you are completely and utterly lost in the middle of the night, with a dry throat and half dying of hunger. Just as you fall to your knees in despair, you hear the sounds of talking coming from the trees directly in front of you, and the glow of torches.

Do you:

[[Mia/Slave/Escape/Run towards voices|Run out there and beg them for food.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Escape/Follow from distance| Follow them from a distance. What if it's more scary people?]]

[[Mia/Slave/Escape/Hide| You can't even think of dealing with the kinds of unsavoury folk that hang out in the woods at night. Stay here and hide.]]

{{Princess Status|Equipment=''rags''|Health=20|Stamina=10|Mood=Terrified|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possessions=''none''}}

[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Something else

Sandjack — Mon, 14 Mar 2016 01:27:12 GMT

Sandjack:

Your mind races. Of course, you'd never think of doing anything like this normally, but you feel too tense to think about it too hard.

You arch your back and part your lips slightly. You feel your eyes hanging a little lower and hang your arms. Your face is burning red, you're sure. Speaking softly and (you hope) seductively, you beg him to help you in your smoothest tone.

It takes a moment before an expression forms on Isaiah's face, somewhere between amusement, annoyance and awkwardness. He snickers at you're attempt, causing the blush to spread even further. "Eh, you're a little too young for that, girl." He laughs, but it feels a little forced. Strangely enough, you feel a sense of pride that he finds it difficult to dismiss you entirely. However, his face becomes serious after that. "Now you listen here, girl. I'm going to give you some help, but only because I don't want to think of you trying that with some of the men in this place." His voice feels stern and almost fatherly as you unconsciously hide your face beneath the rough blanket.

He takes the waterskin from before and places it on your mattress, just sunk enough to be hidden from view. It feels heavy and full. "There," he says softly. "That should give you a little boost - assuming you can escape in the first place, of course. The patrols change at 2 o'clock, and are sounded by a bell." He stands quickly and begins to walk away before you have the chance to thank him.

You close your eyes and imagine a million ways to proceed... and a million ways things could go wrong.

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Back out| It's too risky. You should stay here and wait for another chance.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Steel yourself with waterbottle| There's nothing to lose. Steel yourself and get some rest.]]

{{Princess Status|Equipment=''rags''|Health=20|Stamina=20|Mood=Tense|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possessions=''waterskin''}}

[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Close your eyes and try to think of a way out of this

Sandjack — Mon, 14 Mar 2016 01:26:13 GMT

Sandjack:

You close your eyes, grateful for the relief it grants to your dry eyes. Noone bothers you for some time, and you find yourself catching some
tiny moments of sleep, despite the rough mattress you're laying on.

However, as time passes, your mind still remains focused on the thought of escaping - finding your way back into town. By now, there's sure to be rescue parties searching for you, and your father will definitely be worried sick. You almost feel like laughing when you remember that only a few days ago you were terrified of being taken away for an arranged marriage, and it led to you being taken away to be a slave.

Your mind whirs as it tries to think of a solution. You contemplate simply curling up here and waiting for all the bad things to go away.
From the sounds of it, there are people outside the small tent, but surely even they would not be there constantly through the night - would they? Then again, if there is a slaver camp this close to your father's capital, then they would have to be vigilant. It must be in the forest somewhere, you confirm, which is both a blessing and a curse - you're certain that as long as you remain awake, your hiding skills will be sufficient to avoid any slavers that come looking, but if you should get lost, you could starve to death without anyone finding your body...

You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Curl up| Curl up and wait for something to happen]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Get some rest to head out into the forest| Get some rest to head out into the forest]]

{{Princess Status|Equipment=''rags''|Health=20|Stamina=20|Mood=Desperate|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possessions=''none''}}

[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Back out

Sandjack — Mon, 14 Mar 2016 01:25:59 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You lie awake and think hard. It doesn't take you too long to see all the problems with your plan, and you have a feeling that somehow the best case scenario just won't happen. S…'

You lie awake and think hard. It doesn't take you too long to see all the problems with your plan, and you have a feeling that somehow the best case scenario just won't happen. Slowly, you relax the tension in your body and allow yourself to drift into sleep, giving up what will happen next to fate...

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Curl up| Curl up and wait for something to happen]]

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[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Mia/Slave/Submit

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 21:26:56 GMT

Sandjack:

His face splits into a lecherous smile as he pulls you up by the arm and turns you around, pushing you into a side room in the back of the tent. Judging from the smell, this place was intended to store various objects, but has been used in it's fair share of conquests, which doesn't make you any more confident. You can feel something hard poking into your back as he rubs against you, enjoying the feeling of your fair flesh. Once the door is shut, you realize that you are alone with him - not a prospect you had imagined. You step back and collide with a badly made cupboard, knocking a broom to the floor, while he undoes a leather belt and allows his erection to spring free of his pants. You can feel your face burning red as he stares at you, grinning all the while.

"What's the matter?" he asks, lust overflowing from his voice. You barely manage to stammer that it's just so big, so much bigger than you had always imagined, wishing that you hadn't tried to beg for your freedom. He steps forward.
"Almost forgot," he says, reaching forward and tearing off the flimsy fabric of what remains of your dress that had covered your chest, exposing your small but shapely breasts to the air. He then grabs you and pins you back, forcing the fabric into your mouth.

"Can't have you screaming and giving it away, now, can we?" he grins. "And trust me," the eastern man continues, "you will scream." With that little warning, he grabs you by the shoulders and slams you into the cupboard, exposing your hips towards him. He rolls the elastic fabric of your underwear down your left leg while his other hand rubs the smooth skin of your thigh.

You feel the tip of his burning hot rod rubbing against your opening, making your body shiver with each movement. You can feel the tears running freely now as his large hands grip and manhandle your smooth chest.

Then, all too soon, panic rushes over you as you feel the head entering into your virgin crevice. Desperately you scramble, trying to escape from the encroaching invasion, letting of high pitched cries into your rough gag. You see the tears running down your face and dripping to the floor as the head enters inside you with a pop. You can feel his heartbeat now, beating fast through his shaft and merging with yours. Painfully, his penis enters inside you, tearing your sides apart and feeling as if he will break you in half. Inch by inch, the rough man claims your innocence as his shaft buries itself inside you. When it is about halfway, you feel the sound of something tearing and an incredibly sharp pain rocks your bones. For a moment he stops, but then your torn nails carve furrows into the wooden cupboard top as he begins to move inside you. Your muffled screams don't stop as his muscular form begins railing you from behind, eliciting your cries of pain with every thrust.

Each one seems to go slightly deeper as you slip from wakefulness into unconsciousness, only to be violently awoken with the next wave of pain. Drowsily, you think you can hear strange fluids sloshing in your passage as a disgusting squelching noise reaches your ears. With a shock, you realise that he is completely buried in you to the hilt, pulling his thick shaft in and out of your lubricated entrance with each movement.

You hear his voice in your ear. "It's coming, milady," he pants, affecting polite speech. "Now you're really going to feel everything I've got stored up for you."

You can barely think what he means as he continues to brutally pump into you, fluids dripping to the floor from where your hips are joined together. His thrusts grow shorter and faster as your mind threatens to go blank. Just when you feel like you'll pass out for good, your bones burning from the exhaustion, he buries himself completely into your tight backside and he releases wave after wave of fluid inside of you. He slides out of your abused opening as he does so, allowing his dripping penis to release another shot of fluid before lowering.

For a moment he stares at you as you attempt to cover your naked body, sobbing into your arms. You can smell the filthy aroma of the thick white fluid coming thickly out of your entrance and despite your embarrassment at being defiled by a mere peasant, his stench is all over you.

"That's a nice pose," he smirks, "but I'm afraid the fun's over." He grabs your arm again and wipes the worst of the dirty fluids off with an old rag. He then pulls the gag out of your mouth and roughly pushes you out of the room, back to where the other slave girls went.

You are then roughly dragged up to another room where men tear off what is left of your dress and wash you up. Then they forcibly put some clothes on you quickly and efficiently, they've obviously done this before quite a few times. They warn you to keep quiet from now on and drag you off in your new clothes. You bitterly realize that the man was lying all along, and intended to continue and sell you off anyway.

When you pass by the mirror you see yourself in :

[[A stringy bikini-like set *Forced*|A stringy bikini-like set]]

[[A light see-trough nightgown *Forced*|A light see-trough nightgown]]

[[Leather straps that hardly cover your private parts and a set of handcuffs *Forced*|Leather straps that hardly cover your private parts and a set of handcuffs]]

[[A tight corset with a collar that can be attached to a dog chain *Forced*|A tight corset with a collar that can be attached to a dog chain]]

{{Princess Status|Equipment=''Unknown''|Health=10|Stamina=5|Mood=Broken|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possesions=''none''}}

[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Mia/Slave/Submit

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 21:25:43 GMT

Sandjack:

His face splits into a lecherous smile as he pulls you up by the arm and turns you around, pushing you into a side room in the back of the tent. Judging from the smell, this place was intended to store various objects, but has been used in it's fair share of conquests, which doesn't make you any more confident. You can feel something hard poking into your back as he rubs against you, enjoying the feeling of your fair flesh. Once the door is shut, you realize that you are alone with him - not a prospect you had imagined. You step back and collide with a badly made cupboard, knocking a broom to the floor, while he undoes a leather belt and allows his erection to spring free of his pants. You can feel your face burning red as he stares at you, grinning all the while.

"What's the matter?" he asks, lust overflowing from his voice. You barely manage to stammer that it's just so big, so much bigger than you had always imagined, wishing that you hadn't tried to beg for your freedom. He steps forward.
"Almost forgot," he says, reaching forward and tearing off the flimsy fabric of what remains of your dress that had covered your chest, exposing your small but shapely breasts to the air. He then grabs you and pins you back, forcing the fabric into your mouth.

"Can't have you screaming and giving it away, now, can we?" he grins. "And trust me," the eastern man continues, "you will scream." With that little warning, he grabs you by the shoulders and slams you into the cupboard, exposing your hips towards him. He rolls the elastic fabric of your underwear down your left leg while his other hand rubs the smooth skin of your thigh.

You feel the tip of his burning hot rod rubbing against your opening, making your body shiver with each movement. You can feel the tears running freely now as his large hands grip and manhandle your smooth chest.

Then, all too soon, panic rushes over you as you feel the head entering into your virgin crevice. Desperately you scramble, trying to escape from the encroaching invasion, letting of high pitched cries into your rough gag. You see the tears running down your face and dripping to the floor as the head enters inside you with a pop. You can feel his heartbeat now, beating fast through his shaft and merging with yours. Painfully, his penis enters inside you, tearing your sides apart and feeling as if he will break you in half. Inch by inch, the rough man claims your innocence as his shaft buries itself inside you. When it is about halfway, you feel the sound of something tearing and an incredibly sharp pain rocks your bones. For a moment he stops, but then your torn nails carve furrows into the wooden cupboard top as he begins to move inside you. Your muffled screams don't stop as his muscular form begins railing you from behind, eliciting your cries of pain with every thrust.

Each one seems to go slightly deeper as you slip from wakefulness into unconsciousness, only to be violently awoken with the next wave of pain. Drowsily, you think you can hear strange fluids sloshing in your passage as a disgusting squelching noise reaches your ears. With a shock, you realise that he is completely buried in you to the hilt, pulling his thick shaft in and out of your lubricated entrance with each movement.

You hear his voice in your ear. "It's coming, milady," he pants, affecting polite speech. "Now you're really going to feel everything I've got stored up for you."

You can barely think what he means as he continues to brutally pump into you, fluids dripping to the floor from where your hips are joined together. His thrusts grow shorter and faster as your mind threatens to go blank. Just when you feel like you'll pass out for good, your bones burning from the exhaustion, he buries himself completely into your tight backside and he releases wave after wave of fluid inside of you. He slides out of your abused opening as he does so, allowing his dripping penis to release another shot of fluid before lowering.

For a moment he stares at you as you attempt to cover your naked body, sobbing into your arms. You can smell the filthy aroma of the thick white fluid coming thickly out of your entrance and despite your embarrassment at being defiled by a mere peasant, his stench is all over you.

"That's a nice pose," he smirks, "but I'm afraid the fun's over." He grabs your arm again and wipes the worst of the dirty fluids off with an old rag. He then pulls the gag out of your mouth and roughly pushes you out of the room, back to where the other slave girls went.

You are then roughly dragged up to another room where men tear off what is left of your dress and wash you up. Then they forcibly put some clothes on you quickly and efficiently, they've obviously done this before quite a few times. They warn you to keep quiet from now on and drag you off in your new clothes. You bitterly realize that the man was lying all along, and intended to continue and sell you off anyway.

When you pass by the mirror you see yourself in :

[[A stringy bikini-like set *Forced*|A stringy bikini-like set]]

[[A light see-trough nightgown *Forced*|A light see-trough nightgown]]

[[Leather straps that hardly cover your private parts and a set of handcuffs *Forced*|Leather straps that hardly cover your private parts and a set of handcuffs]]

[[A tight corset with a collar that can be attached to a dog chain *Forced*|A tight corset with a collar that can be attached to a dog chain]]

{{Princess Status|Equipment=''Unknown''|Health=10|Stamina=5|Mood=Tortured|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possesions=''none''}}

[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Mia/Slave/Submit

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 21:23:48 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'His face splits into a lecherous smile as he pulls you up by the arm and turns you around, pushing you into a side room in the back of the tent. Judging from the smell, this plac…'

His face splits into a lecherous smile as he pulls you up by the arm and turns you around, pushing you into a side room in the back of the tent. Judging from the smell, this place was intended to store various objects, but has been used in it's fair share of conquests, which doesn't make you any more confident. You can feel something hard poking into your back as he rubs against you, enjoying the feeling of your fair flesh. Once the door is shut, you realize that you are alone with him - not a prospect you had imagined. You step back and collide with a badly made cupboard, knocking a broom to the floor, while he undoes a leather belt and allows his erection to spring free of his pants. You can feel your face burning red as he stares at you, grinning all the while.

"What's the matter?" he asks, lust overflowing from his voice. You barely manage to stammer that it's just so big, so much bigger than you had always imagined, wishing that you hadn't tried to beg for your freedom. He steps forward.
"Almost forgot," he says, reaching forward and tearing off the flimsy fabric of what remains of your dress that had covered your chest, exposing your small but shapely breasts to the air. He then grabs you and pins you back, forcing the fabric into your mouth.

"Can't have you screaming and giving it away, now, can we?" he grins. "And trust me," the eastern man continues, "you will scream." With that little warning, he grabs you by the shoulders and slams you into the cupboard, exposing your hips towards him. He rolls the elastic fabric of your underwear down your left leg while his other hand rubs the smooth skin of your thigh.

You feel the tip of his burning hot rod rubbing against your opening, making your body shiver with each movement. You can feel the tears running freely now as his large hands grip and manhandle your smooth chest.

Then, all too soon, panic rushes over you as you feel the head entering into your virgin crevice. Desperately you scramble, trying to escape from the encroaching invasion, letting of high pitched cries into your rough gag. You see the tears running down your face and dripping to the floor as the head enters inside you with a pop. You can feel his heartbeat now, beating fast through his shaft and merging with yours. Painfully, his penis enters inside you, tearing your sides apart and feeling as if he will break you in half. Inch by inch, the rough man claims your innocence as his shaft buries itself inside you. When it is about halfway, you feel the sound of something tearing and an incredibly sharp pain rocks your bones. For a moment he stops, but then your torn nails carve furrows into the wooden cupboard top as he begins to move inside you. Your muffled screams don't stop as his muscular form begins railing you from behind, eliciting your cries of pain with every thrust.

Each one seems to go slightly deeper as you slip from wakefulness into unconsciousness, only to be violently awoken with the next wave of pain. Drowsily, you think you can hear strange fluids sloshing in your passage as a disgusting squelching noise reaches your ears. With a shock, you realise that he is completely buried in you to the hilt, pulling his thick shaft in and out of your lubricated entrance with each movement.

You hear his voice in your ear. "It's coming, milady," he pants, affecting polite speech. "Now you're really going to feel everything I've got stored up for you."

You can barely think what he means as he continues to brutally pump into you, fluids dripping to the floor from where your hips are joined together. His thrusts grow shorter and faster as your mind threatens to go blank. Just when you feel like you'll pass out for good, your bones burning from the exhaustion, he buries himself completely into your tight backside and he releases wave after wave of fluid inside of you. He slides out of your abused opening as he does so, allowing his dripping penis to release another shot of fluid before lowering.

For a moment he stares at you as you attempt to cover your naked body, sobbing into your arms. You can smell the filthy aroma of the thick white fluid coming thickly out of your entrance and despite your embarrassment at being defiled by a mere peasant, his stench is all over you.

"That's a nice pose," he smirks, "but I'm afraid the fun's over." He grabs your arm again and wipes the worst of the dirty fluids off with an old rag. He then pulls the gag out of your mouth and roughly pushes you out of the room, back to where the other slave girls went.

You are then roughly dragged up to another room where men tear off what is left of your dress and wash you up. Then they forcibly put some clothes on you quickly and efficiently, they've obviously done this before quite a few times. They warn you to keep quiet from now on and drag you off in your new clothes.

When you pass by the mirror you see yourself in :

[[A stringy bikini-like set *Forced*|A stringy bikini-like set]]

[[A light see-trough nightgown *Forced*|A light see-trough nightgown]]

[[Leather straps that hardly cover your private parts and a set of handcuffs *Forced*|Leather straps that hardly cover your private parts and a set of handcuffs]]

[[A tight corset with a collar that can be attached to a dog chain *Forced*|A tight corset with a collar that can be attached to a dog chain]]

{{Princess Status|Equipment=''Unknown''|Health=10|Stamina=5|Mood=Tortured|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possesions=''none''}}

[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Mia/Slave/Fight back

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 20:19:10 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You shrink back and wrap your arms around your torn dress, causing him to sneer. He simply silences you with a fist in the stomach and you are then roughly dragged up to another …'

You shrink back and wrap your arms around your torn dress, causing him to sneer. He simply silences you with a fist in the stomach and you are then roughly dragged up to another room where they tear off your dress and wash you up. Then they forcibly put some clothes on you quickly and efficiently, they've obviously done this before quite a few times. They warn you to keep quiet from now on and drag you off in your new clothes.

When you pass by the mirror you see yourself in :

[[A stringy bikini-like set *Forced*|A stringy bikini-like set]]

[[A light see-trough nightgown *Forced*|A light see-trough nightgown]]

[[Leather straps that hardly cover your private parts and a set of handcuffs *Forced*|Leather straps that hardly cover your private parts and a set of handcuffs]]

[[A tight corset with a collar that can be attached to a dog chain *Forced*|A tight corset with a collar that can be attached to a dog chain]]

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Mia/Slave/Begging

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 20:17:41 GMT

Sandjack:

As the door opens, you reach and grab the leg of the easterner who opens the door and look up at him with tear filled eyes. You tell him you'll do anything if he doesn't go through with this.

As you say the words, he looks down and his face shifts. You feel yourself shrinking underneath his eyes as a grin spreads across his face, leaving you with no doubt as to your intentions.

"Anything?" he leers, reaching down and grabbing your wrist in a single iron hand.

You:

[[Mia/Slave/Submit| You can't fight him. If this is what it takes...]]

[[Mia/Slave/Fight back| No, you can't... you won't agree to this.]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Get some rest to head out into the forest

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 20:09:02 GMT

Sandjack:

At last you decide - you have to escape. You have nothing but your wits and the rags you're wearing, but that means there's nothing to lose either.

As time passes, you feel the sun going down in the sky outside your tent. You guess it's about 10 o'clock when you feel that you can't take it any more. You open your eyes - the man is nowhere to be seen, so you take the plunge and push yourself off the mattress with your arms. For a moment you fall to your knees, but after minute you manage to stand. No one from outside seems to have noticed you yet, so you take the time you need to stand up. Looking around, you see a couple of other potential slaves, staring at you plaintively from their beds, unmoving.

You can't do anything but shake your head at them and run out.

The moon is slightly obscured by the clouds outside, but there's just enough light to see. You look from side to side, but just as you step out of your hiding spot, you see silhouettes in the night.

In a single second, you hear a cry from the right, and you fly out towards the forest. You can hear guards running from all directions. You block them out and focus on the sound of your own feet, fleeing into the dark.

It feels like hours by the time that you stop running, but you still feel footsteps all around you. You bend over and wish that you had spent more time training in the castle. To your left you see a small ditch where you think you can hide, or you can keep running.

You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Hide in ditch| You can hide in the ditch until they're gone.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Run away| Run like the wind and pray you can lose them.]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Get some rest to head out into the forest

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 20:08:39 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'At last you decide - you have to escape. You have nothing but your wits and the rags you're wearing, but that means there's nothing to lose either. As time passes, you feel the …'

At last you decide - you have to escape. You have nothing but your wits and the rags you're wearing, but that means there's nothing to lose either.

As time passes, you feel the sun going down in the sky outside your tent. You guess it's about 10 o'clock when you feel that you can't take it any more. You open your eyes - the man is nowhere to be seen, so you take the plunge and push yourself off the mattress with your arms. For a moment you fall to your knees, but after minute you manage to stand. No one from outside seems to have noticed you yet, so you take the time you need to stand up. Looking around, you see a couple of other potential slaves, staring at you plaintively from their beds, unmoving.

You can't do anything but shake your head at them and run out.

The moon is slightly obscured by the clouds outside, but there's just enough light to see. You look from side to side, but just as you step out of your hiding spot, you see silhouettes in the night.

In a single second, you hear a cry from the right, and you fly out towards the forest. You can hear guards running from all directions. You block them out and focus on the sound of your own feet, fleeing into the dark.

It feels like hours by the time that you stop running, but you still feel footsteps all around you. You bend over and wish that you had spent more time training in the castle. To your left you see a small ditch where you think you can hide, or you can keep running.

You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Hide in ditch| You can hide in the ditch until they're gone.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Run away| Run like the wind and pray you can lose them.]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Sister

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 19:29:00 GMT

Sandjack:

You decide that there's a way to convince him with the information that you have now. Looking him in the eye, you ask him how he could live with himself if he had denied help to his own sister. As you speak, his eyes soften and he looks away, the past replaying before him.

"Alright," he says gravely. "I don't like being manipulated, but it's as you say." He leans in close.

He takes the waterskin from before and places it on your mattress, just sunk enough to be hidden from view. It feels heavy and full. "There," he says softly. "That should give you a little boost - assuming you can escape in the first place, of course. The patrols change at 2 o'clock, and are sounded by a bell." He stands quickly and begins to walk away before you have the chance to thank him. He looks back. "I'll leave a little food at the tree-line. You'll last for a few days in there with that."

You close your eyes and imagine a million ways to proceed... and a million ways things could go wrong. But when you think of the look on your father's face when you come back safe and sound, you realise that:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Back out| It's too risky. You should stay here and wait for another chance.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Steel yourself with waterbottle and rations| There's nothing to lose. Steel yourself and get some rest.]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Sister

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 19:15:33 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You decide that there's a way to convince him with the information that you have now. Looking him in the eye, you ask him how he could live with himself if he had denied help to …'

You decide that there's a way to convince him with the information that you have now. Looking him in the eye, you ask him how he could live with himself if he had denied help to his own sister. As you speak, his eyes soften and he looks away, the past replaying before him.

"Alright," he says gravely. "I don't like being manipulated, but it's as you say." He leans in close.

He takes the waterskin from before and places it on your mattress, just sunk enough to be hidden from view. It feels heavy and full. "There," he says softly. "That should give you a little boost - assuming you can escape in the first place, of course. The patrols change at 2 o'clock, and are sounded by a bell." He stands quickly and begins to walk away before you have the chance to thank him. He looks back. "I'll leave a little food at the tree-line. You'll last for a few days in there with that."

You close your eyes and imagine a million ways to proceed... and a million ways things could go wrong. But when you think of the look on your father's face when you come back safe and sound, you realise that
[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Back out| It's too risky. You should stay here and wait for another chance.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Steel yourself with waterbottle and rations| There's nothing to lose. Steel yourself and get some rest.]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Something else

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 18:58:33 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'Your mind races. Of course, you'd never think of doing anything like this normally, but you feel too tense to think about it too hard. You arch your back and part your lips slig…'

Your mind races. Of course, you'd never think of doing anything like this normally, but you feel too tense to think about it too hard.

You arch your back and part your lips slightly. You feel your eyes hanging a little lower and hang your arms. Your face is burning red, you're sure. Speaking softly and (you hope) seductively, you beg him to help you in your smoothest tone.

It takes a moment before an expression forms on Isaiah's face, somewhere between amusement, annoyance and awkwardness. He snickers at you're attempt, causing the blush to spread even further. "Eh, you're a little too young for that, girl." He laughs, but it feels a little "forced. Strangely enough, you feel a sense of pride that he finds it difficult to dismiss you entirely. However, his face becomes serious after that. "Now you listen here, girl. I'm going to give you some help, but only because I don't want to think of you trying that with some of the men in this place." His voice feels stern and almost fatherly as you unconsciously hide your face beneath the rough blanket.

He takes the waterskin from before and places it on your mattress, just sunk enough to be hidden from view. It feels heavy and full. "There," he says softly. "That should give you a little boost - assuming you can escape in the first place, of course. The patrols change at 2 o'clock, and are sounded by a bell." He stands quickly and begins to walk away before you have the chance to thank him.

You close your eyes and imagine a million ways to proceed... and a million ways things could go wrong.

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Back out| It's too risky. You should stay here and wait for another chance.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Steel yourself with waterbottle| There's nothing to lose. Steel yourself and get some rest.]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Together

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 18:49:12 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'The best way to appeal to him would be to offer him what he wants, you decide. Thinking that, you mention that perhaps the two of you can escape together. He looks at you for a m…'

The best way to appeal to him would be to offer him what he wants, you decide. Thinking that, you mention that perhaps the two of you can escape together. He looks at you for a moment, eyes wide, before he bursts into laughter.

"Aah, hahaha! Escape? With you? I think you might think of yourself a little too highly!" You feel strangely annoyed as your face goes red.

"Ah, you're a kind girl, aren't you? But sorry, if I want to escape, I don't think my partner in crime will be a little girl like you."
You puff up a little and deflate back into the mattress.

"Don't take it so personally. I've been here a long time, and I haven't had much of a chance at escape. Besides, you're small and quick - an old-timer like me would just slow you down. But because I appreciate the offer, I'll help you out a little."

He takes the waterskin from before and places it on your mattress, just sunk enough to be hidden from view. It feels heavy and full. "There," he says softly. "That should give you a little boost - assuming you can escape in the first place, of course. The patrols change at 2 o'clock, and are sounded by a bell." He stands quickly and begins to walk away before you have the chance to thank him. You hear him chuckling to himself, "Ha! Escape this place? With her?"

...What a vile man.
Thinking this, you close your eyes and imagine a million ways to proceed... and a million ways things could go wrong.

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Back out| It's too risky. You should stay here and wait for another chance.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Steel yourself with waterbottle| There's nothing to lose. Steel yourself and get some rest.]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Honour

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 18:32:39 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You decide on your answer. It would be best to appeal to his sense of chivalry as a man. You say as much, explaining that it would be the right thing to do if he would at least g…'

You decide on your answer. It would be best to appeal to his sense of chivalry as a man. You say as much, explaining that it would be the right thing to do if he would at least give you a tip or two as to when the best time to escape would be. That would barely count for anything, and it wouldn't lead back to him.

Isaiah hears your small voice and looks away. "Sorry, girl. I didn't have much honor before, and I sure as hell haven't got much now. But it's true that I'll have a little trouble sleeping if I don't at least throw you something, so here," he says, leaning in close. "The patrols change at 2 in the morning, and they're sounded by a bell. If you leave then, you'll have a window of time to make it to the treeline, then you're on your own."

Your heart beats faster as you contemplate running away with nothing, but surely anything would be better than risking your chances in this place. You nod carefully and lie back, thinking of ways to find your way back.

So immersed are you in your planning, you don't even realise when Isaiah leaves - you simply open your eyes to find him gone and the glow of sunlight much weaker. Occasionally, as you lie there, the worst case scenario pops into your head - being lost in the woods, no way home, no way to survive, at the mercy of wild beasts... but there's no time to think of that now. You steel your Yind and try to get some rest for the escape.

Then again, now's your last chance to back out...?

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Back out| It's too risky. You should stay here and wait for another chance.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary/Steel yourself| There's nothing to lose. Steel yourself and go to sleep.]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Ask him to help you escape

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 18:11:04 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You have to ask for help, you decide. You sit up straight and, ignoring the small tears that are welling up from speaking out so suddenly, ask him to help you (in the quietest vo…'

You have to ask for help, you decide. You sit up straight and, ignoring the small tears that are welling up from speaking out so suddenly, ask him to help you (in the quietest voice you can).

He doesn't seem fazed by your question, but merely sighs.
"Don't trust someone who you've barely met, girl. Especially when you know they work with slavers. What if I try and tell everyone outside about that and get you trussed and bound, thrown off to the next rich bastard who walks in here for free?" His admonishment leaves you speechless, and you sit there, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

"And on top of that, why should I bother helping someone I've barely met? If they find out that I helped you escape, I'd probably be beaten within an inch of my life - and chances are they wouldn't know when to stop. I may not look it, but I've my health and an education - I have enough to live for. Give me a reason to help you here."

You're about to fall back onto the mattress before you notice a slight glint in his eyes. It seems like he wants a reason.

You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Honour| Appeal to his sense of honour]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Something else| Appeal to something... else]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Ask for help

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 18:03:07 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You have to, you decide. You sit up straight and, ignoring the small tears that are welling up from speaking out so suddenly, ask him to help you (in the quietest voice you can).…'

You have to, you decide. You sit up straight and, ignoring the small tears that are welling up from speaking out so suddenly, ask him to help you (in the quietest voice you can).

He doesn't seem fazed by your question, but merely sighs.
"Don't trust someone who you've barely met, girl. Especially when you know they work with slavers. What if I try and tell everyone outside about that and get you trussed and bound, thrown off to the next rich bastard who walks in here for free?" His admonishment leaves you speechless, and you sit there, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

"And on top of that, why should I bother helping someone I've barely met? If they find out that I helped you escape, I'd probably be beaten within an inch of my life - and chances are they wouldn't know when to stop. I may not look it, but I've my health and an education - I have enough to live for. Give me a reason to help you here."

You're about to fall back onto the mattress before you notice a slight glint in his eyes. It seems like he wants a reason.

You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Honour| Appeal to his sense of honour]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Together| If you run, maybe he can have a chance at escape?]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Sister| Does he really want to leave another girl to his sister's fate?]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Don't ask anything

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 17:30:47 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You close your eyes, haunted by Isaiah's tale. Noone bothers you for some time, and you find yourself catching some tiny moments of sleep, despite the rough mattress you're layi…'

You close your eyes, haunted by Isaiah's tale. Noone bothers you for some time, and you find yourself catching some
tiny moments of sleep, despite the rough mattress you're laying on.

However, as time passes, your mind still remains focused on the thought of escaping - finding your way back into town. By now, there's sure to be rescue parties searching for you, and your father will definitely be worried sick. You almost feel like laughing when you remember that only a few days ago you were terrified of being taken away for an arranged marriage, and it led to you being taken away to be a slave.

Your mind whirs as it tries to think of a solution. You contemplate simply curling up here and waiting for all the bad things to go away.
From the sounds of it, there are people outside the small tent, but surely even they would not be there constantly through the night - would they? Then again, if there is a slaver camp this close to your father's capital, then they would have to be vigilant. It must be in the forest somewhere, you confirm, which is both a blessing and a curse - you're certain that as long as you remain awake, your hiding skills will be sufficient to avoid any slavers that come looking, but if you should get lost, you could starve to death without anyone finding your body...

You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Curl up and wait for something to happen| Curl up and wait for something to happen]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Get some rest to head out into the forest| Get some rest to head out into the forest]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- About Isaiah

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 17:28:34 GMT

Sandjack:

You eventually decide to ask Isaiah about himself. How did he end up treating slaves in a slaver camp, where he's originally from, etc. He listens then chuckles at your questions.

"It's been a while since anyone's asked me things like that. I s'pose I can give you an answer, though - I was a doctor about 15 years ago. My family was rich enough to have me trained in such things, but then one day we woke up and found my younger sister had disappeared - I must've been... just 25 back then, I think. Of course, we looked for days, until eventually I found myself in the same state you are now, 'cept I guess I wasn't pretty enough to get sold, so they put me to work straight away.

I dunno what ever happened to my sister, but I 'spect she's already gone far away from here by now." He looks away, eyes slightly glazed over with the past. "Anyway, they wanted me to treat the leader of the camp - he'd got a bad case of red palsy, and it looked hopeless. Of course, the thing about red palsy is that a fool will treat it with sunmetal, but won't know the dosage - all comes from the ancient works of Thiesel the Wise, the blasted fool. He was almost beyond saving, but I managed it, and ever since then, they've had me working here. No way out and not much to run for."

You feel your heart ache a little as he tells his tale. Will you be auctioned off, or will you end up like him, stuck in this place until you're old and rotting? Or, indeed, will you end up like his sister, gone without a trace?

After a moment of silence, you summon up the courage to speak. You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Ask for help| Ask him to help you escape this place]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Don't ask anything| ...close your mouth as soon as you open it. It's no use.]]

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Mia/Slave/Infirmary- About Isaiah

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 17:27:36 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You eventually decide to ask Isaiah about himself. How did he end up treating slaves in a slaver camp, where he's originally from, etc. He listens then chuckles at your questions…'

You eventually decide to ask Isaiah about himself. How did he end up treating slaves in a slaver camp, where he's originally from, etc. He listens then chuckles at your questions.
"It's been a while since anyone's asked me things like that. I s'pose I can give you an answer, though - I was a doctor about 15 years ago. My family was rich enough to have me trained in such things, but then one day we woke up and found my younger sister had disappeared - I must've been... just 25 back then, I think. Of course, we looked for days, until eventually I found myself in the same state you are now, 'cept I guess I wasn't pretty enough to get sold, so they put me to work straight away. I dunno what ever happened to my sister, but I 'spect she's already gone far away from here by now." He looks away, eyes slightly glazed over with the past. "Anyway, they wanted me to treat the leader of the camp - he'd got a bad case of red palsy, and it looked hopeless. Of course, the thing about red palsy is that a fool will treat it with sunmetal, but won't know the dosage - all comes from the ancient works of Thiesel the Wise, the blasted fool. He was almost beyond saving, but I managed it, and ever since then, they've had me working here. No way out and not much to run for."

You feel your heart ache a little as he tells his tale. Will you be auctioned off, or will you end up like him, stuck in this place until you're old and rotting? Or, indeed, will you end up like his sister, gone without a trace?

After a moment of silence, you summon up the courage to speak. You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Ask for help| Ask him to help you escape this place]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Don't ask anything| ...close your mouth as soon as you open it. It's no use.]]

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Call out to Isaiah

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 17:14:05 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You feel terrible, but you manage to call out a little. It comes out raspy and definitely sounds painful, but it seems enough to get the man's attention. He seems attentive, at l…'

You feel terrible, but you manage to call out a little. It comes out raspy and definitely sounds painful, but it seems enough to get the man's attention. He seems attentive, at least. He walks over to your table - now that you have a better view, you can see he walks with a slight limp.

"What is it, girl? I've not got time for all of your questions?
You nod quietly and in a small voice ask what will happen to you now.
"Well," Isaiah begins, "as I said, the next auction will be a month from now, though it's possible some noble will come and buy up a pretty little girl like you before then. Until that happens, you'll probably be cleaning up and doing odd jobs around the camp. Is there anything else you want to ask, or can I go back to doing my job?"

He seems gruff, but his warm and down to earth nature loosens your vocal cords a little. You contemplate on what to ask him next.

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- About Isaiah| Ask Isaiah what he's doing here - he doesn't seem much like the other slavers, and his name doesn't sound very eastern.]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Ask him to help you escape| He doesn't seem like a scary person - maybe he'd be willing to help you escape?]]
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Close your eyes and try to think of a way out of this

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 16:59:16 GMT

Sandjack:

You close your eyes, grateful for the relief it grants to your dry eyes. Noone bothers you for some time, and you find yourself catching some
tiny moments of sleep, despite the rough mattress you're laying on.

However, as time passes, your mind still remains focused on the thought of escaping - finding your way back into town. By now, there's sure to be rescue parties searching for you, and your father will definitely be worried sick. You almost feel like laughing when you remember that only a few days ago you were terrified of being taken away for an arranged marriage, and it led to you being taken away to be a slave.

Your mind whirs as it tries to think of a solution. You contemplate simply curling up here and waiting for all the bad things to go away.
From the sounds of it, there are people outside the small tent, but surely even they would not be there constantly through the night - would they? Then again, if there is a slaver camp this close to your father's capital, then they would have to be vigilant. It must be in the forest somewhere, you confirm, which is both a blessing and a curse - you're certain that as long as you remain awake, your hiding skills will be sufficient to avoid any slavers that come looking, but if you should get lost, you could starve to death without anyone finding your body...

You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Curl up and wait for something to happen| Curl up and wait for something to happen]]

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Get some rest to head out into the forest| Get some rest to head out into the forest]]

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Close your eyes and try to think of a way out of this

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 16:58:37 GMT

Sandjack: Created page with 'You close your eyes, grateful for the relief it grants to your dry eyes. Noone bothers you for some time, and you find yourself catching some tiny moments of sleep, despite the …'

You close your eyes, grateful for the relief it grants to your dry eyes. Noone bothers you for some time, and you find yourself catching some
tiny moments of sleep, despite the rough mattress you're laying on.

However, as time passes, your mind still remains focused on the thought of escaping - finding your way back into town. By now, there's sure to be rescue parties searching for you, and your father will definitely be worried sick. You almost feel like laughing when you remember that only a few days ago you were terrified of being taken away for an arranged marriage, and it led to you being taken away to be a slave.

Your mind whirs as it tries to think of a solution. You contemplate simply curling up here and waiting for all the bad things to go away.
From the sounds of it, there are people outside the small tent, but surely even they would not be there constantly through the night - would they? Then again, if there is a slaver camp this close to your father's capital, then they would have to be vigilant. It must be in the forest somewhere, you confirm, which is both a blessing and a curse - you're certain that as long as you remain awake, your hiding skills will be sufficient to avoid any slavers that come looking, but if you should get lost, you could starve to death without anyone finding your body...

You:

[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Curl up and wait for something to happen| Curl up and wait for something to happen]]
[[Mia/Slave/Infirmary- Get some rest to head out into the forest| Get some rest to head out into the forest]]

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Mia/Slave

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 16:55:01 GMT

Sandjack:

As you wake up slowly, you feel your cheek getting slapped and hear a loud noise coming from nearby, you realize its yelling. You gt up groggily and open your eyes. You see a small easterner, barely larger than you looking down on you with annoyed eyes.

"Finally, I was about to just go ahead and get it over while you were sleeping" he sighs and pulls you to your feet. You stumble but he ignores it and just drags you off with him. You try to ask him to stop, but your throat is really dry and you can only make a few raspy sounds.

While he's pulling you along, you get a look at your surroundings, there's tents everywhere, then you notice the big tent in the center and realize that's where you're headed. helpless to do anything about it, you let the man drag you inside trough the back entrance. As you enter the tent, you see several other chained girls. Most of them look about as frightened as you are.

Then you hear the sound of an auction house coming from the main part of the tent. You may be naive, but when something is declared sold and they come in here to drag one of the girls away, then start placing bids again and repeat that procedure. You realize what's happening : This is a slave auction, and from the looks of it, you're part of the merchandise.

At this realization, you panic and almost suffocate, some of the other girls watch you with pity-filled eyes, most are too busy keeping their own panic at bay. Soon, the amount of girls in the room decreases to just you and a few others, as they are pulled away one by one, you realize it'll soon be your turn. Your heart beats like crazy and you feel like you'll pass out anytime now.

You :

[[Pass out under the pressure]]

[[Start begging to be let go as soon as someone opens the door]]

[[Try to resist as much as you can]]

[[Stay quiet and cooperate, you've seen what they did to the other girls if they tried to struggle]]

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[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Pass out under the pressure

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 16:41:42 GMT

Sandjack:

Unable to take the tension as your blood roars in your ears, your mind goes black and you pass out...

----

You wake up some time later, with your head throbbing. Your eyes feel like they will roll out of your skull with every tremor, but somehow you manage to suppress the pain and open your eyes to see a thin man with a receding hairline looking down at you.
Groggily, you try to raise your shoulders, but he gently. places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you back down.

"Don't try an' get up, girl. You've been through a lot."

You try to speak, ask what happened, but your throat simply sticks and squirms. The man sighs.

"You probably remember, but you were caught by slavers. Sorry to have to tell you, but the situation you've found y'self in hasn't changed. You've just managed to slow it down a little, so to speak."

He leaves your field of vision and fiddles with assorted objects before coming back. Your eyes light up as you see he's carrying a small leather waterskin which he proceeds to hold above your mouth. Gratefully, you open it and he pours it in, rubbing your throat as he does so.
You splutter a little - you're certainly not used to drinking while horizontal.

"We cater to all types at them auctions, but we can't sell a girl who isn't in top condition - when you passed out, they had no choice but to bring you t'me. Call me Isaiah," he says, grinning with a mouthful of slightly chipped teeth. "Good grief, you caused a ruckus. It'll be another month before the auction comes 'round again." He winks at you. He observes your body for a minute before walking away. You can still hear him from where you are, presumably tending to some other girl who found herself in your predicament.

Coming to your senses a little, you look down at your body - it's been dressed in filthy rags, much less than you're accustomed to, but there's a (moderately) clean blanket covering you, which is something to be thankful for. There isn't anything restraining you, but it's impossible for you to leave. Your body still feels heavy and wooden, and the small feeling of Isaiah's hand suggested that he could grip a lot harder should he need to.

You:

[[Call out to Isaiah]]

[[Close your eyes and try to think of a way out of this]]

{{Princess Status|Equipment=''rags''|Health=20|Stamina=20|Mood=In Pain|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possessions=''none''}}

[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]

Pass out under the pressure

Sandjack — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 16:35:25 GMT

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