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 Playing In The Dark (VX), Semi-Open
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 Posted: Jan 2 2018, 01:29 PM
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You walk down the stairs to Shu-weet Shui’s basement, knock on the door there and present your invitation to the okul doorman. He gives you a knowing grin before stepping out of the way with a bow. You make your way to a plush chair, pillows off against the wall just in case you're feeling generous with your own slave, and wish to allow them a bit of comfort on the floor at your side.

A handful of masters trickle in, some with their own slaves close at hand, but eventually everyone is seated and ready for the show.

Darkness falls for a few moments before a wall opens opposite the chairs holding the audience, and even then the lighting on your side of the now expanded room is low, just enough for the average human to see what they're doing. On ‘stage', though, the lights are bright as day. A shivering slave is bound there, her wrists hang from the ceiling, her ankles tied to bolts on the floor.

Shui waltzes over to the slave, he wears an elaborate mask, but it's clear who he is, from his elaborate attire to the bounce in his step, never mind the simple fact that he was the one who sent out the invitations. ”Ladies and gentlemen, we all know why we're here, to see, and, to those who desire, to participate, in some exciting sadism on this clean piece of shivering slave flesh! Shall I start us off, or do we have a volunteer to go first?”

The poor slave tugs at her bindings as a fresh wave of fear rolls through her veins.

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It would surprise no one who knew him, that Gideon Flynn was not invited to many parties. In the few rare occasions that he was, it was for some sort of business arrangement, for the most part. He didn't mind that, it was all part of doing business, arranging new deals, and making new contacts. This party, however, was different. It was exactly Flynn's cup of sadistic tea. He spent longer than usually fussing about what to wear, and having his slaves dress him smartly. For once his slaves too were well dressed, rather than being naked, wearing old hand me downs from goodness knows how old or who, or the rags they had arrived in. But for this he wanted them to look sexy, and make him look professional.

They were dressed identically, Savannah in red, Enokoil in a turquoise that matched her hair. Tight corsets cinched in tight to show off succulent cleavage and slim waists, with white satin skirts high in the front to show off their legs, and ruffled in the sides and back to draw attention to the pretty asses only just covered by the material. The look was finished off with white stockings and a garter belt, and high heels to match their corsets. To their heavy, robust metal collars he attached leather leashes, again coloured to match their outfits. The leashes were more about keeping them close, and making it clear they were HIS and not to be touched, than stopping them from going anywhere.

Shui had a long history with Flynn and Swan, and Flynn was happy to be attending his event. He expected good things of a party from his once crew member, and he was not to be disappointed, from the look of things when he got there, with his two slaves in tow.

He mingled a bit, talking with Swan and Shui, and anyone else he knew here, before taking a seat bold as brass, front and centre, tugging the leashes so his slaves sat at his feet.

Clean? Did that mean what Flynn thought it did? His cock stiffened at the thought that she was not only to be tortured, but that she had not felt the touch of a man in passion before this day. He sure hoped so.

He leaned forward, keen to watch the show unfold, and eager to be part of it if he could.

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Caitriona's pale skin shone in the dim light of the room, the skin-tight, sparkly cocktail dress leaving very little to the imagination, the deep plum of the sequins glittering against her pale skin. While they were prominently spread apart, there were dense areas where the sequins came around in swirls to cover her chest and her sex though the rest of the dress was so translucent it seemed almost as if she had glitter covering her body. Her blonde hair came down to her butt, shimmering and silky smooth, swaying as she stepped.

Each step was a struggle. Her legs under her trembled slightly, wobbling on the shiny dark plum heels-- though it wasn't the heels that was making her life difficult. Through the near-transparent dress the edge of a chastity belt was visible-- though from the slight slickness between her thighs it was fairly obvious that the belt wasn't doing anything to protect her from penetration. She did everything in her power to stay her trembling hands, which held a silver tray donned with various alcoholic drinks. Coal black eyes were skittish and solemn, like a kicked puppy's, and though they were glassy and wet she didn't shed a tear-- not willing to risk smearing the make-up that had been painstakingly applied to her face. The only thing worse than what was happening to her now was the prospects of what would happen to her if she displeased Gabriel again; while she felt for the girl on the slave, and guilt ate at her for turning her eyes down instead of doing something about it, Caitriona was wholly unwilling to wind up up there herself. She by now knew Gabriel well enough to know he was not bluffing on that promise. Her fingers clenched the tray as she moved from guest to guest to quietly offer refreshments or drinks.

She moved to where an intimidating brown haired man had throned himself in front of the stage. A trembling shudder wrought her frame as she clenched her knees together and crouched respectfully next to him, careful to not obscure his view or step on either of his attending slaves. This close, she recognized him (thanks to Gabriel) as Gideon Flynn
"A drink, C-captain Flynn?" she asked in a quiet and quivering voice, trying to steady that as well as the rest of her. Coal black eyes turned quickly from his face, not wanting to test his sense of self-importance-- or to seem insolent in face of it.

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Savannah didn't know whether to be disgusted at the idea of being dragged along to some kind of slaver sadist party with Flynn, or relieved and grateful at being allowed out of the house. Flynn was bringing her along though, not leaving her locked in the dungeon at home, and that was a good step towards not being left behind to die the next time he went into space. To that end, she hid her disgust, and did her best to act like a silly woman delighted to get to go to a party. 'Oh, thank you, Master. I'm so glad I get to come with you. I won't let you down, I promise.' She even dressed in the ridiculous slave outfit he'd chosen. It was degrading and sexualised, but in the privacy of the room she shared with Enok, she had to admit that Flynn knew what he was doing when it came to clothing. They both looked incredibly sexy, and she smiled at Enok, 'You look nice. The colour suits you.' And hey, it sure beat being naked.

She almost baulked at the leash, having to ball her hands into fists and breathe hard through her nose just to make herself stand still and let him clip it to her collar. It could be worse. It could be worse, she reminded herself.

Of course, it WAS worse. The first person they saw at the party was a slave girl Savannah didn't know, but she clearly knew who Flynn was. She looked terrified, poor thing. Savannah tried to give her an understanding look, and wondered if other slaves had developed some kind of secret signalling language so they could speak more freely without master's knowing. Maybe she and Enok could work on something together.

The next person along was Flynn's vile second in command. She didn't know him well, aside from what she'd known of him when he and Flynn were enslaving people on her home planet, but it was enough to hate him. He'd joined in the slaughter of her friends. His hands were covered in blood as much as Flynn's were. His laughing comments about her to Flynn didn't help, making her bristle and reach for Enok's hand behind Flynn's back, squeezing to try to borrow strength from the other girl.

Finally, the lights dimmed, and Flynn pulled them by their leashes, forcing Savannah to sit on the floor at his feet. She did, her attention on the stage where a poor girl was being illuminated. She felt sick, wanting to look away, and regretting that she'd ever, even for a moment, been glad that she got to come out to this party. What were they going to do to her? For entertainment. A show. It was perverted and sick, and she found herself wishing the building would catch fire and burn down around the lot of them. The universe would be a better place without these sadists in it.

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♔Shannon Swan
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Swan had been pleased to receive the party invitation. He rather enjoyed Gabe's company and had missed his shipmate since Gabe had decided to leave slaving and piracy for a more planet-bound, lawful lifestyle. After confirming that Flynn would also be attending, Swan had chosen his wardrobe with care. Flynn was so pedantic and anal about his clothing, and Swan used his own clothing to elevate himself in Flynn's eyes without actually having to do anything.

He left most of his slave entourage at home, but called Hunter in to him and told him to dress in the outfit laid out for him. Tight pants that Hunter might need assistance to even get on and a top made mostly from leather straps and buckles. One slave should be enough to get him through a party, and make Flynn twitch at the same time. Plus, Hunter mostly knew how to behave himself. He gave the slave final instructions in the transport, 'No touching any of the entertainment unless I give you permission. If someone wants to fuck you, tell them they have to ask me first. If they don't listen to you, you're not to fight anyone. Clear? Probably best if you just try not to let me out of your sight. Be polite and respectful.' He held up a little bag to the slave, 'Carry this. It's got some toys and things that I thought we might end up using tonight. For now though,' he held up a leash, 'Lean closer so I can put this on your collar. Just for the start of the party. I'll see how things are going, but it's best until people know you're mine.'

At the basement door, he winked back at the doorman who let them through, tugging the leash to get Hunter moving along behind him, 'Come along, Kitten.' He glanced around curiously, 'Well, this place looks nice. Shui's done well for himself. Spotting Flynn, he made his way over to his friend, 'Captain, you're here. How have you been?' Flynn's slaves he glanced at in a cool manner. They belonged to his captain and were off limits, just accessories to make their owner look good. There was nothing in his expression to suggest that there was anything between Enok and himself. He might not have even recognised her. Savannah brought a slight smile to his lips though, glancing at Flynn in appreciation, 'You've tamed that hellcat enough to bring it to a party? Hats off to you, Captain. My female slave isn't nearly as compliant. Some women are too stupid to know how to make their own lives easier. Unfortunately for me, it means I couldn't bring her tonight unless I wanted to spent the whole night disciplining her and missing the entertainment, so I only have this guard.' He gestured to Hunter lazily, 'At least there will be some fun in pushing his buttons tonight, if I know Shui.

When it was obvious that the show was about to start, he sank into the comfortable chair near Flynn and smirked at Hunter, one leg draped comfortably over the other, 'Look, there's even a cushion for you to sit on. Isn't that thoughtful?' The sight of a slave chained on display made him purr with excited anticipation, leaning forward to run his fingers through Hunter's hair, and if required, to turn Hunter's head to watch. 'Eyes open, Kitten. Maybe we'll see something we'd like to try at home.'

A volunteer? Swan leaned forward, purring softly in Hunter's ear, 'What do you say, Kitten? Should we go first? Is there something you would suggest I might like to do to her to entertain all these nice people?'

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Lecester Argol
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Deviants. Lecester made the mistake of taking a look out at what was so interesting, what Gabe was so excited about. A naked girl, and offering up her flesh like it was sale by the inch. The room was already starting to fill, and their eyes were trained on her like wolves. This was the kind of thing that Lecester had honestly thought was made-up. It didn't sound like anything he could ever have a chance to come across, and he hadn't sought it out either, now that he was seeing it. The display made him uncomfortable, even though he could see other slaves sitting- leashed but there didn't seem to be a need. His eyes flicked to the man, a power statement? An act of humiliation? He looked away just as quickly. Another man, Master, sat nearby, looked interested, but more so on his slave. Another leash. Lecester found his eyes lingering longer on that tether this time, frowning at it. Was it a theme of the party, or a theme among Gabe's associates? Lecester rubbed at his own neck, hand resting on the tattoo there. He didn't let his thoughts go further, instead turning away and heading to the comforting warmth of the kitchen.

When he'd heard that Gabe was excited about the event he was having, Lecester had wanted to make it a catastrophe as much as possible. If he'd be set to serve drinks they would be served on people, or he'd just fall asleep. Gabe had instead offered him the chance to cook, and before he even realized what he was agreeing too, Lecester found himself planning a menu. It'd felt really close to betrayal, to enjoy planning something to help someone he absolutely despised, but he'd gotten absorbed in the planning, and Gabe had seemed all to happy to get what was asked for on the list. He knew that it was a manipulative tactic on Gabe's part, he'd found a severe weakness, and a perfect way to exploit it. He may not have gotten a smile, or a fond word, but he had gotten Lecester making eye contact with something less than murderous hatred behind violet eyes.

Now that he was here, Lecester was wishing he'd told Gabe to go take a flying leap, but all the food was ready, and there were people perverts waiting to be fed. Lecester was amazed that his stomach wasn't churning. It had when he'd had to ask for an apron, his pride hadn't tasted good, and was absolutely bitter, but he'd gotten an apron, and a pair of pants that fit to well, and were too thin, and left Lecester feeling as if the apron was the only thing he was wearing. Giving his hands a good wash, watching the suds go down the drain as he dried his hands off. Moving over to take out his knives, Lecester took a deep breath and shucked off the rest of the world, and lost himself in cooking.

It was a performance meant for no one but himself. Neat and quick knife work, flames caramelizing pans full of sauces and other foods, decorative vegetables carved into flowers and twisted into curls. Some food was meant to be served on crackers, or pieces of bread, spoons, napkins, little plates. It was bite-sized amounts that would offer different combinations of sweet, sour, savory, and such, some mouthfuls colorful in appearance, some only in flavor. He was fluid as he moved, not working with any super human ability, just his own planning and instinct. It would be made to order, so as to keep himself as occupied as possible. The more he had to do in the kitchen, the less chance he'd have to be a part of that.
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Hunter had been feeling better since a huge breakthrough in his training for Swan. He found it so much easier to obey his Master, to be a good boy, and do as he was told. But he knew, and Swan had warned him, that it would get hard again. That he would be asked to do something even in this new state of his that he baulked at.

It wasn't clear from the outfit laid out for him that he was in for a horrendous night. He struggled to figure out the top, and had to ask Hathik for help with the pants, humiliating as that was, but they were just so damn tight there was no other way he could see to get them on.

He knelt on the floor of the transport, nodding obediently at his instructions. For a second he thought that 'entertainment' was the music equipment, or some sort of stuff for a game, but it dawned on him that Swan meant people, or at least slaves. And that he was not to touch them. "Of course Master."

The next rules made him blanch. Was it likely that someone would want to fuck him? And that they wouldn't take no for an answer? He thought of the near miss in the casino bathroom, and felt like he was going to throw up, and possibly evacuate his bowels at the same time, which in these pants was going to be a total disaster. He shuffled closer to Swan, brushing against the Master's legs. The contact helped, and he managed to slow his breathing and stop the full panic from setting in. The leash was the BEST thing he had ever seen and he practically climbed on Swan's lap to be helpful in order to get it on sooner. More than keeping Swan in sight, he planned on being a limpet and never being more than an inch away from touching him, if he could. He hoped with every fibre of his being that Swan would say no to anyone wanting to fuck him. But that would be what the sexy tight pants and top were about. He felt ill, but he had known this day might come, when Swan would want to share him with someone else. Back on the ship he'd longed for it, anyone would have been better than Swan. But now he dreaded it.

He took the bag, and again nodded his obedience, "Yes, Master. I'm all yours."

He'd been walking so close to Swan he was at risk of stepping on his Master, and forced himself to take a bit of a step back, in case the leash was removed as a punishment. And the basement door was ominous. Was there a slave orgy going on down there, perhaps? And Hunter would have to be fucked by who knows who?

He politely bowed to Captain Flynn, his master's employer, and was not at all offended that the man gave him a withering sneer and then completely ignored him to speak to Swan. Enok and Savannah were there, at Flynn's sides, also leashed. He grinned at Sav in greeting, and smiled awkwardly at Enok. They had been interrupted in the middle of things, and he had always felt rather uncomfortable around her on the Black Dawn ever since.

So Hunter was a guard? he'd never felt like a guard around Swan, but he knew better than to say or do anything to undermine his Master's statement. Apparently he was going to be used to push the host's buttons. That sounded ominous, as Hunter was pretty sure that whatever tweaked Shui, a former business associate of Flynn and Swan, it was likely to push his own buttons too, what was left of them.

"Yes, Master. And thank you fer lettin' me sit on it." He sat on his cushion quietly, and tried not to look at the stage. He had a bad feeling about it. But as the lights came up, and he felt as much as heard Swan's excitement, he couldn't help but lift his gaze. Moments later Swan was making sure his eyes were on the stage anyway, and he softly whimpered in distress at what he saw there.

Oh boy. Or rather, oh girl. The poor, pitiful creature was chained on display for a room full of sadists. Hunter suddenly felt like a well trained dog, there to help in the mistreatment of this poor creature, and if he refused, he would be kicked and beaten like a worthless cur.

The sight of the host in his creepy mask swanning onto the stage, made Hunter cringe. This guy was evil, and giving him the major creeps. He should have known. Anyone who worked for Flynn was apparently a sadist too, or a victim, presumably.

He wanted to be good, but when Swan whispered in his ear, wanting suggestions as to what to do, he felt sick again. Hurting people was one of the last strong buttons he had left after Swan's mistreatment of him. "Please, Master, no. Don't hurt her? Can't we make this a fun party? Untie her and let her participate, rather than just lie there all helpless? Or can we just go, please? You can hurt me, at home, however you want." he was allowed to raise just one objection, one thing that Swan was not aware of. So far he hadn't said anything of that sort. So it wouldn't count. He kept his voice very low, "You don't wanna do this in front of your boss. He might think you're a pervert. Right, Master?" He didn't even need to glance in Flynn's direction to realise that was about the dumbest thing he could have said. Flynn was leaning forward like he was on the edge of his seat, the best show he'd seen in his life. Swan volunteering would only make him look good. Shit. He really was surrounded by a room full of sadists. And that was enough to make him whimper and croon softly in his distress.

Better to say something, than nothing. Something that was sadistic, but not too bad. Something the poor girl could withstand, but would make his Master pleased with him for suggesting. Better, something that would help her in the long run.

He had what he hoped was a brainwave, and looked to the bag he was carrying, "There a butt plug in here, Master? Maybe start with putting that up her ass. Stretch it all wide like." That would usually involve lots of lubricant, and should prepare her for other things they might do later to her. But it wasn't very imaginative. He tried to think of pornos he'd watched, though he tried to avoid any BDSM ones, they were too violent for his tastes. "What about one of them metal anal hooks, with a rope from the ceilin', or maybe someone in the audience might hold it? That'd be more...ah, visual, and have audience participation?"

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The construction crew never could understand why Shui wanted the kitchen in the basement, so far from the slaves who'd be spending their days here. Shui found it more important to keep these parties fed quickly than worry about the slaves upstairs getting antsy about their lunch. In prep for the party, Lecester had been given a good bit of free reign, days to order the ingredients he'd need, hours before to prep, and the vaguest, simplest instructions to make food easy to eat in the dark. He'd also gotten a bit of one on one time at home with Gabe the day before.

Even if it just turned out to be Flynn, Swan, and their slaves, tonight, the party would be entirely worth it. At least in Shui’s mind. There was a part of him that was still back on the pirate ship, trying to impress his senior officers with how well he was doing with all the pretty slave flesh he could wrangle. Flynn was a large part of the reason he didn’t have any males on display, tonight, though he told himself females would entertain a wider variety of clients. It was childish, he knew, caring about what these two men thought about him when he didn’t even really want anything tangible from them, but, well, it was his own brand of emotional baggage. And all others could just fuck off if they wanted to judge him for it! They didn’t even know, and never would.

He greeted Flynn when the captain came in, the first to arrive. No real surprise there, honestly. And at his beck and call were two lovely little ladies. Shui made no secret of checking them out, predatory eyes on what the captain had clearly put on display. Sure, it wasn’t exactly what some would call “professional”, but when it came right down to it, it was a part of the man’s shtick. And something he quite enjoyed. He knew better than to touch, even if it wasn’t part of the guarantee of being on Shui’s business grounds. Which it most certainly was. ”Lovely ladies you’ve caught, Captain.”

Swan’s own slave had Shui just as excited as Flynn’s girls, with those skin tight pants and the straps that doubled as a shirt. Unlike Flynn, though, Swan did upon occasion at least act like he’d share his toys… if only to tease them with those thoughts over their heads. And that thought gave Gabe plenty of reason to be excited for the night’s activities. Swan wasn’t the only one that had fun pushing slaves’ buttons.

He was pleased, so far, with cutie little Caitriona’s attitude. She was playing nicely, doing just as she was told, despite the toy shoved deep in her tight little cunt. He’d done his best to get her nice and wet to get it up there. Didn't want her too very uncomfortable. She had work, tonight.

It seemed Flynn caught on pretty well to Shui’s little note. The girl, indeed, hadn’t even felt a man’s touch in any romantic… nor sexual... way. And then Swan was thinking of getting in the game. Shui was practically purring himself… the whole thing was coming together so nicely!

Shui’s hand found a perky tit, stroking and pinching at the nipple as he spoke. ”I think she’s getting impatient.” The slave’s head shook as much as it could as she whimpered little protests.

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It might surprise… well, no one… but Enok had never been the most ladylike of creatures. She was born to a low class family, and basically raised herself to be a mechanic and not much more. She knew the few issues that came with wearing a dress when it went right down to it, but heels? No. She’d never even bothered to put a pair on, before Flynn told her she’d be required to wear them. In public. Around strangers. Never mind the humiliatingly short skirt and the corset… thing. It wouldn’t matter much if she couldn’t even walk, anyway. Savannah’s sweet words briefly put a smile on her face as she was trying to figure out how to walk. ”Thanks. Hate to say it, I mean, I don’t like giving him credit for much of anything, but he does know how to dress. You look good, too.” They both knew there wasn’t enough cloth, they didn’t need to say anything about it.

It took her a few minutes, but she managed to figure out how to get one foot in front of the other without falling on her face, her cheeks burning bright red and her brows knitted with frustration. The leash wasn’t exactly pleasant, but she was used to unpleasant things, by now.

Master Swan was there, and for a split second when she first saw him, her heart leapt at the sight of him. Despite her best efforts, she was falling for him, and hard. She bit her tongue, hard, though, to stop herself from staring. Wouldn’t do to let on to...anyone. No one could know. Not even Savannah, whom Enok was coming to think of an absolute confidant. Her fellow slave only knew Swan as the evil that helped to end her world as she knew it… of course she wouldn’t understand Enok’s need to feel what pleasure he was willing to give her. She took Savannah’s hand and squeezed, grateful for the touch and more than happy to give what support she could.


She couldn’t help the wave of relief as she and Savannah were directed to sit at Flynn’s feet. Yea, she didn’t want to sit on the floor like a child, but it was better than standing on the damned heels. The poor little blonde girl that seemed to be a part of the staff, but was clearly this Shui’s slave, seemed more frightened than Enok herself had ever felt with Flynn. Enok wondered vaguely just how much of an ass this Shui guy was.

A lot of one. That was how much. Fuck. His idea of a fucking party included a girl bound up on display, and apparently would include letting strangers play with her like some kinda toy! The rusali swallowed back the sudden need to retch. She had a feeling Flynn wouldn’t much appreciate being interrupted by having to deal with one of his slaves throwing up at his feet.

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Flynn was pleased to see Shui. "Nice place, Shui. You've done well for yourself. As I always knew you would." He chuckled at his former employee's choice of words for how he had snagged the two slaves he had in tow.

"This one," he said with a tug at Enokoil's leash so Shui would know which he meant, "was skulking around the ship. Convinced her to sign herself into slavery rather than face the wrath of the Captain." He laughed happily at the memory of how he had so unfairly tricked her into it. "And this," he tugged unnecessarily at Savannah's leash, seeing as she was the only other slave with him, it was obvious who he meant, "was the daughter of an anti-slavery protester on a planet we went to recently." He lowered his voice as he spoke of illegal things, though he was not concerned of any repercussions on this planet, seeing as he had been able to bribe the politicians on the actual planet where he did it, there was next to no risk here, but still it paid to be cautious. "Blew his brains out with all his companions. Kept her as a lesson to his kind. Not only will you die horribly, but I will torture and fuck your offspring." He sighed happily, as if reminiscing about the good old days with his buddy.

"How about you?" he asked Gabe conversationally. "Nice party. How's the planet side life treating you? Surrounded by pretty slave flesh, I see." He sniffed the air, and his mouth watered at Lecester's cooking, not that he knew who was in the kitchen right now. "Something smells good. That finger food, or something more substantial?" Flynn liked his food. After clothes, food was another way he liked to show his wealth and power. Rich powerful people ate well, good food, as much as they wanted, though not to excess, when they wanted it. A wide variety of it too, with exotic flavours and unusual textures. Not just hard tack space food biscuits. Oh no. Not for him anymore. No siree.

He waved Shui off after a while, aware that as host he probably had other people to greet, and things to see to.

Flynn scanned Swan as he approached him, grimacing at the sight of the scantily clad male slave in tow on a leash like his own two females. Swan looked smart, though, despite the male on display behind him, walking so close he looked like he was trying to count the threads in Swan's jacket. Flynn pondered on if he'd managed to out dress Swan tonight or not. It was iffy, they were both looking mighty dapper. Sometimes it was blatant that Swan outdid him in dress, and he hated that. He was the Captain, he should have the nicest clothes, the silkiest shirts, and most importantly, the biggest hat. Clothes were clearly a huge status symbol to Flynn, and tonight he seemed placated that he was not completely out done at least.

He greeted Swan with warmth, glad to see his good friend. "Aye, good to see you, Commander Swan. Well, thank you. And yourself?" He grinned at Swan as he spoke of Savannah and his own female not being tamed yet. "Aye. The lass tried to run, planet side. Seemed to break her rebellious spirit when she found me having afternoon tea with her mother in their house. She's been pretty good ever since, haven't you lass?" He chucked her under the chin, but the gesture was actually quite gentle.

Flynn was relieved to hear the flimsy excuse that Hunter was just a guard. He was not dressed like a guard, and deep down Flynn didn't believe it, but it was plenty enough for plausible denial, and that was all he needed. Flynn used the opportunity to appraise Hunter with his professional eye. "This is the one you took on the last trip, no? He's looking good, healthy." Flynn very clearly didn't mean any of that in a sexual context. "Still looks excitable though. How old is he?" He scanned the human slave critically, his words clearly only directed to Swan, "He responding well to the collar? Is that enough to keep him steady and behaving?"

Shui really knew his audience and how to please them. Flynn's attention was drawn to the beautiful young woman serving him a drink as he sat down, addressing him appropriately. He disliked people calling him 'mister'. He felt he'd worked bloody hard, dragged his way up from the lowest rank on the ship as a six year old boy, all the way to Captain, and as such he wanted to hear that rank spoken as often as possible. He liked the chastity belt on her, it was the sort of thing he liked on his own slaves from time to time, though his did not penetrate, seeing as in his tiny malformed brain women could not feel pleasure, and he made sure to ignore evidence to the contrary where he could, such as the wetness on Cait's thighs right now.

What made it all the more appealing, visually and audibly, was the way Cait was clearly scared of him, perhaps by reputation, or just that he was a commanding sort of man with slaves on leashes at his feet. Regardless of the reason, even if Gabe had set it up that way for him, he appreciated it fully. He leered at the slave girl, admiring the dress she was in and the way it clung in all the right places. There was unfortunately an increased density of sequins over the spots he most wanted to see, but that didn't stop him from gawping lustfully at them. He considered himself an apex predator, among other predators in this room right now, and that dominance and perceived power wafted off him in sheets. It was Shui's place, and Flynn would show him the required respect for that, and he no longer worked for Flynn, but that didn't stop Flynn being his superior officer, in Flynn's mind at least.

"Why hello there, lass," he crooned lecherously at Cait, her fear making him almost giddy with lust. "And where did Shui find you then, eh?" She was off limits, he took from the belt, but that didn't mean he couldn't stare at her. Shui had done the same to his two, who were now sitting obediently at his feet.

Looking back at the two, admiring the view of their cinched in bodies in the corsets, and the way their breasts looked like they were about to tumble out of the top. They had both been very good, so far. He was pleased, and when there was a few small sips left of his drink, he handed it to Enok, "Share that with Savannah. Good lasses, keep it up." With his hands free he was able to stroke and caress them, and when the lights came up on the stage, and he discovered that the slave to be the main event was likely an untouched virgin, Flynn gripped both of their pretty heads tightly in his excitement, for once not meaning to hurt them when he did something.

Flynn made a soft grunting sound of frustrated desire, wishing it was his hands on that breast, that it was him that was the first to squeeze, and pull that nipple, make her cry out in pain. He laughed brashly, as if he was a boy at a Punch and Judy puppet show, very much enjoying the violence of it all, and how strong it made him feel. Pff, impatient. How funny! She clearly wasn't wanting any of it, from the way she shook her head like that, desperate for him to stop, not for more. Perfect.

Flynn released Savannah's head, in order to gesture between Shui and Swan, "One of you want to go first? Just save her cunt for your captain, eh? I want to be the first to plow her. But you two should each do something else to her first. get her nice and scared for me."


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Caitriona shifted her weight from heeled foot to heeled foot, glancing between his face and the slaves at his feet and the drinks she carried in her hands. She had been instructed by her master on the names of the VIP's, on the sort of behaviour he expected from her-- and remembering the whip and the basement was all Caitriona really needed to play along. Being surrounded by powerful people who would likely jump to Gabriel's aid were she to act out or bolt, as well as numerous slaves who could have been as brain washed by their masters as Daeseuza was, was just the icing on the 'be a good girl' cake. She had been hoping to serve drinks and become a wallflower. The fact that she had clothes on-- though this was definitely much closer to one of her dancing costumes than proper clothes-- instead of being completely nude had further reassured her. The way this man leered at her dashed all hopes of being invisible, though it was a surprising comfort that he didn't recognize her from her slight fame for performance on Earth. Gods forbid anybody try to get Gabriel to get her to dance-- she was certain she wouldn't be able to do it with Gabriel's toy shoved so far inside of her, and also knew the odds of one thing leading to another was high. She felt for the girl on the stage, she really did!

She was just glad that it wasn't her.

"Th-the Pens, Captain," she stammered in a voice that was barely audible over the din of the room, offering no more in hopes to not encourage further conversation. Her eyes darted towards her master now, still wide like a child caught in the headlights of oncoming traffic. It was difficult to tell if it she was silently pleading with him to save her, or if she was afraid she was doing something wrong and that he would become angry. Or both. With Flynn's attention diverted towards his own slaves and the shift in lights towards the stage, Caitriona happily took the opportunity to escape.

It wasn't to last for long, though, as she had a job to do-- so long as she didn't want a reintroduction to Gabriel's play room, that is. So she carefully made her way towards where Shannon Swan and his slave. Thankfully for her trembling legs, they hadn't settled too far.

It had been easier for Caitriona to refer to Flynn by Captain-- it was no different from calling a cop 'officer' or a leader 'president'. She seemed to choke on her words when she spoke to Swan, though, her brow furrowing slightly and her eyes flashing with a deep seeded frustration. After only a soft 'm' sound had left her lips she paused to glance up towards Gabriel. And then it struck her-- commander. Flynn had called him commander. As this epiphany struck she seemed to lift her chin a little higher. "Would you like a drink," she paused. "Commander Swan?"


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These people were disgusting, Savannah thought, watching Flynn and Gabe practically falling over each other to prove that they were both sadistic fucks who got off on the misery of others. Gabe's gaze on her, assessing her like a piece of meat he wanted to get his hands on made her very glad that Flynn at least didn't seem inclined to share her or Enok. She resisted the urge to move closer to Flynn for protection, after all, he was a tormentor, not a protector, but it was hard with the way Gabe leered at her. She felt herself flushing as Flynn tugged on her leash and proceeded to describe how he had murdered her father in cold blood, right in front of her, and then proceeded to enslave and rape her. She had never known it was possible to hate someone as much as she hated Flynn. If she wasn't so terrified of his power over her, and the punishments he would dole out to both her and Enok, she would be trying to find every way possible to fight back and lash out. Having to restrain herself and watch to him smiling about it, as though it had all been a wonderful joke, sorely tested her self control. Still... she reminded herself of the slave before her. The one who hadn't been trusted enough by Flynn. The one who had been left behind when he'd gone off planet. The one who had starved to death, locked alone in a basement. Dying wouldn't bring her father back. She waited until Flynn and Gabe's attention was back off her, and gave Enok a glance, sympathy and understanding. They were in this together at least.

Swan was also high on her list of people she hated. She didn't know him as well as she knew Flynn, but enough to know he was as much of a murderous asshole. He had a skittish looking male slave, wearing some kind of bondage outfit, and also leashed. She hated it when Flynn spoke about her to other people like she was some kind of wilful pet, but she forced a little, 'Yes, Captain. I've tried,' and even let him touch her face. Swan's slave smiled at her, and she gave him a sad little grin in return. Silent understanding of the horrors they all lived through daily at the hands of these monsters.

Gabe's own slave didn't seem any better, timid and shaking just handing out drinks. Sav couldn't blame her at all. She obviously knew who Flynn was, didn't bother even trying to hide her terror. Flynn looked like he wanted to pounce on her on the spot. He refrained though. What kind of code did these people have? They would kill and maim and torture slaves, as though they weren't people at all, just playthings, but if it belonged to someone else, that seemed an unbreakable rule. Do not touch. It was interesting, in a totally dehumanising kind of way.

Savannah wasn't sure what she had expected the show to be, but even her most awful imaginings hadn't been as bad as the real thing was. She was glad for the few small sips of alcohol, shared with Enok, to take the edge off things. Life would be so much easier if she could go through the day slightly intoxicated. She wanted to ignore the stage, to ignore Flynn's hands on her body, but there was nowhere else to look that wasn't just as bad. Master's groping slaves, making them cringe or cry out in pain, people on leashes, being made to crawl around. It was a den of horror and depravity. She squeaked softly as Flynn's grip on her head tightened, attention snapping back to him, trying to work out what she had done wrong. Nothing, it seemed. He was just excited and aroused and that meant pain.


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Hunter was doing his best, still wanting to be Swan's good boy, it seemed. Swan smiled at the way he knelt there so attentively, and smoothed the slave's hair, 'Tonight will be hard for you, I know. But I also know you can do it.' He laughed at how eager Hunter was for the leash, 'Calm, Kitten. Master's here. I'll be with you all night, okay? No matter what happens, I won't leave you alone with anyone.'

Swan enjoyed the minute twitch as he approached Flynn with Hunter in tow, but he pretended not to see it, greeting Flynn with equal warmth. 'Captain. Good to see you. Shui knows how to throw quite the party, doesn't he?' Flynn's story about Savannah trying to run had him laughing, imagining the look on her face when she'd seen him sitting in her house with her mother right there. 'Oh, wonderful. Bravo, Captain. You do know how to keep them in line.'

Swan followed Flynn's gaze and turned to look at Hunter, 'Yes. He was new then, but he's being broken in very nicely. Quite obedient now. Still a work in progress, but I'm very pleased with him.' He nodded to Flynn's assessment, 'He is quite young. Twenty six, and yes, very excitable. But he tries. I find the collar and combination of behavioural consequences keep him in line.' He gave Hunter a little smile and turned his attention back to Flynn, 'I'm very pleased with him. He's a good boy.'

As he turned away from Flynn to watch the show there was the slightest flicker of one eyelid. It probably looked just like a slight twitch to everyone but Enok, to whom his wink was intended. A little reminder that he hadn't forgotten her.

Shui's slave was a pretty little thing. Fragile looking, scared. He smiled warmly at her and reached for the drink, 'Why thank you. Don't mind if I do. Are you having a fun time?'

Hunter's obvious distress made this even better, and he was torn between watching the stage, and watching his own slave's reaction to what was happening. Kitten's desperate begging was the icing on the cake, and Swan smiled at Hunter, feigning confusion, 'This is a fun party, Kitten. I thought you were tired of me hurting you.' Hunter's final protest made him laugh out loud, 'Oh, Kitten. I think he would be delighted to see me up there ploughing something with a cunt.'

Bless his little heart, the Kitten was actually trying. Trying to think of something sadistic, and not just to wriggle off the hook. The suggestion was mild as far as such things could go, but Swan gave points for effort, and so he nodded to Hunter, 'Alright, Kitten. Good suggestion. Put your hand up, volunteer us to go up there. Let's get this show on the road. I'm sure Gabe has a lot of toys to pick from. A metal anal hook it is.' He gave Hunter a little help though, nudging him forward towards the stage.

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Hunter was deeply reassured by Swan's promise to stay with him all night. That could still involve all manner of horrible things happening to him, but with Swan there, they would only happen because his Master wanted them to, was how he felt. "Thank you, Master, thank you from the bottom of me heart." He gushed his thanks sincerely, meaning every word.

Hunter's eyes were wide with shock as he heard the story of Flynn having tea with Savannah's mother. He was suddenly very grateful indeed that Swan had not taken any interest in visiting his own mother nor his other relatives. He could not imagine the horror of finding Swan close to his beloved mother, and feeling that by selling himself to save her, he had doomed her all the same.

He tried to catch Savannah's eye, to give her a reassuring smile and a soft wink that was not flirtatious, but rather sad, and trying to say he understood her pain, and felt for her, even though they'd only just met on the Black Dawn and hadn't even spoken to one another really.

He realised Swan was turning to look at him then, and rapidly dropped his gaze away from Savannah to the floor, hoping he'd moved fast enough not to be noticed trying to give her solace. The way Swan spoke about him was incredibly demeaning and humiliating, but all he really felt in his heart was relief and a touch of pride that Swan was pleased with him. It was as if he knew logically he should be outraged to be spoken about like this, but he just wasn't. He really had come a long way, just as Swan said. It was both a reassuring and terrifying thought at the same time.

Hunter had often wanted to make Swan laugh, to have a good chuckle at something together, but that was not meant to be like this. Swan laughing at him as he tried to make him not torture some innocent young woman was not the close bonding moment he had been looking for at all.

HE WOULD HAVE TO GO UP ON THE STAGE? WAS SWAN FOR REAL?????

He shook his head, "Please master, no, I don't wanna go up there, please, no." Swan nudged him towards the stage, but he grabbed hold of Swan's chair leg, as if that would stop him having to leave the relative safety of the floor on his cushion. He;d thought that he would suggest something and Swan would call it out and then the host would perhaps do it. Not this. Not HIM having to help Swan do it.

There was little point resisting though, and with a desperate whimper of distress likely to be heard through the whole room, he pried his own fingers off the chair leg and climbed to his feet. His shoulders were hunched miserably, and he half slunk, have had to be prodded onto the stage by Swan, who had the advantage of the leash to pull on if Hunter wasn't moving fast enough for his liking.

This was bad, this was really bad. he did not want to be up here with all eyes on him and his tight pants. Maybe, just maybe if he was good, and did as his master wanted, he would be allowed to go and sit back down again. Best to get it the fuck over with asap.

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Gabe’s brows rose at the gall of some girl sneaking onto the captain’s ship. She must not have known much about Giddy ol’ Flynn, testing the man’s patience like that. He looked the rusali up and down, again, under this new light. Interesting. He’d like to toy with her, someday, see what made her tick. Then there was poor little Savannah. (Though Flynn lowered his voice, Gabe had worked very hard to ensure that no one on the guest list tonight was the type to care about such things.) ”Aah, sounds like a grand old time. Sometimes I miss those days. Taught that planet a lesson they won’t soon forget, eh?” He really did miss it, sometimes… though he only had to imagine the cramped cabins to remember why he’d grown roots. Gabe often had the thought, while around Flynn’s slaves, that he’d like to take them home for a day or two, teach the poor things just how pleasurable life as a slave could be, then send them packing back to their own master.

This place, though, could definitely keep his mind off of his old life. There was plenty to play with right here. ”Oh, I’m doin’ quite well. Finally got things set up just the way I’ve wanted. I mean, granted, I’m just getting started, but if things keep going the way they are, it’ll be smooth sailing in a month or two.” He was still putting out fires on a fairly daily basis, a lot of micromanaging, but soon enough, with a little luck, he’d find the right slaves to put in the right positions and get things moving along.

Shui grinned as Flynn spoke of the tantalizing scents coming from the kitchen, then chuckled lightly. ”Oh, yea. I’ve got a slave working up a storm in the kitchen. There’s gonna be like six courses.” The master was really quite excited to show off just what he had in store… not that he knew any of the specifics, beyond a few nips he’d taken here and there before he’d been needed elsewhere.

A glance at the slaves around the room, especially his sweet Caitriona, gave Shui plenty to be pleased about. They all seemed to be following their rules quite well. Though he had to admit, he almost hoped for someone to slip up and put themselves in line for the stage.

”Ah, wonderful! I see we have an [i]eager volunteer! Come on up!”[/b] His voice was two parts honey, one parts snake venom. Full of promise but clearly a danger. It was all in good fun, of course he'd never hurt any client's slaves without permission, and certainly not one of Swan’s. Still, it was fun to see just how nervous the kid was. How much worse Shui could make it. ”D’you need anything, or you just wanna get right on in there?”

The slave’s teary eyes pleaded with the strangely clothed blonde.

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Did this Shui guy care if she glared at him? More importantly, would Flynn? Would the captain care enough to punish her for showing hated to his… friend? Acquaintance? Business associate? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden tug on her leash that almost had her losing her painfully precarious balance, visibly stumbling before she managed to regain it. The actual words had her cheeks burning brightly with shame. Why the fuck did he have to tell people that? Then she heard Savannah’s story being bandied about so callously and moved in closer to her fellow slave, brushing the other girl's hand lightly and returning the glance.

Then the bastard was talking about it, again, seemingly wanting nothing more than to rub his dominance in our Savannah’s face, like he was the damned alpha dog and couldn't imagine why in the world he shouldn't hurt his lowers. Probably true. Didn't he realize people had breaking points?

Swan, of course, was a different story altogether. Seeing him made her heart leap, she longed to fling herself at his feet and beg him to take her home with him, to never make her go home with Flynn, again. Of course, she had to keep that quiet, deep inside. That not quite wink had her losing her precarious footing, stumbling a step into Flynn with a squeak. ”Sorry, Master!”

That poor slave girl… she just looked so innocent and needy. Like her whole world had just been pulled out from under her and underneath was nothing but a cavern ready to swallow her whole. Not that Enok could do anything to make the girls plight any better. The rusali had her own problems to deal with. Maybe someday she'd be able to make life better for other slaves… today was not that day.

The caressing was almost worse than his usual… Enok didn't want him to treat her kindly, gently. It just didn't make sense. Didn't sit well in her head or heart. The drink, however, fit in quite well. It was meager enough for that, and he hadn't had to pay for it. Besides, he didn't tend to avoid giving his slaves such things. She took her sip gratefully, wishing for more, before passing the rest over to Savannah.

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Flynn's cabin on the Black Dawn, as well as Swan's, could not be described at all as cramped. They were massive, with multiple rooms in a suite. But that was for the Captain, Commander, and if there, the owner. The rest of the crew were in fairly tiny cabins, or shared a dorm with pretty much no privacy at all.

"Yes, well, they were in a bad way before we go there, in some aspects. They were willing to part with quite a few people for us to take as slaves, in exchange for some much needed equipment, medical supplies and the like. Doing them a huge favour, really, bringing them up to date, saving lives. And slavery will inject their economies with so much wealth and secure trade arrangements, even though they are a long way out of the way. Only way to survive, really." He didn't explain that they'd also sold them weapons for them to fight their wars. "It was only the rebels, criminally acting against us with their petty little acts of sabotage, like pixies. Easily crushed, and not terribly bright, but really annoying." He gave Savannah a patronising pat on the head. "But it was fun hunting them down and killing them all, and I got this neat souvenir. She's better than a t shirt, or a fridge magnet, that's for sure."

Flynn's reaction to Enok glaring would vary, depending on whether he saw it as a threat to his authority, or an adorable little display of defiance. Not many of his reactions would be enjoyable for Enok, however. But that statement was fairly true across the board, really.

Flynn couldn't help but wrinkle his nose with distaste at first when a male slave volunteered. But he was pretty keen to see what horrible things Swan would do to the girl, and Shui too, before Flynn himself would go up to have a turn. And an anal hook suspending the virgin girl from the ceiling was pretty damn hot to him, so bring it on. He got over the fact that it was a male slave with Swan, as soon as he knew they would be simply torturing the female, not the male slave having anything done to him directly, from the sound of it.

Watching Swan have to peel his slave off the chair and his leg, and prod him up on to the stage was darn funny too, even if he didn't enjoy it on a sexual level. Once again he laughed like a cruel child at a Punch and Judy show, this time at the nastiness of forcing Hunter to get up there when he clearly didn't want to. Ha! Slaves were so funny. SO squirmy and unhappy, and entertaining to watch them in their deepening misery and anguish. What a laugh!

He sat forward in his chair, eager, and grasping his two slaves tighter still, hoping to make them make some unhappy noises too, to add to the general ambience of the room.



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Caitriona's hands trembled slightly as Swan took the drink, her eyes only flashing towards his face before she looked back down towards the ground again. "I, ah," her eyes scanned the room as she sought out her Master. Her face flushed slightly when she caught him looking at her, but it wasn't an expression of bashful appreciation-- instead, she looked more mortified and distressed than anything else. "Not really; I hate this," she mumbled in response to Swan's question without really thinking, though her voice was quiet and barely above a whisper. Surely Gabriel wouldn't want her to lie to his guests, right? If she got caught, wouldn't it look bad on him? And besides-- it felt good to get it off of her chest, and the monsters like the man who called her master would probably appreciate her misery more than anything else.

The girl's eyes were sad and sympathetic as her attention was drawn towards Hunter, though she held her tongue and looked down towards the ground as she clenched the tray tightly enough that her hands trembled and the drinks rattled on the surface of it. This was wrong. So wrong-- as Swan and Hunter's attentions were directed towards the stage, Caitriona moved as quickly as she could manage to try and find a corner to hide in. She didn't know what Gabriel had planned for the girl on the slave, nor did she want to know. In fact, she was now almost desperately trying to force drinks onto guests-- be they slaves or masters-- so she could try to escape to the kitchen and escape the show she wanted no part of seeing. As Gabriel addressed Hunter directly, Caitriona was sure she found an opening-- while she still had three drinks on her tray she inched towards the door. Now her eyes were on the stage, watching Gabriel intensely; she could handle a punishment later, so long as she didn't get caught now. 'Just please don't catch me now..!'

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Many of the horrors of slavery could have been predicted. The rape, the abuse, the scanty outfits... but Flynn's deliberate, cold-blooded cruelty continued to catch her by surprise. It shouldn't. He'd long proven that he was capable of stooping to any level. Of course the host of this sick little soiree would agree with the captain, and egg him on. He was probably just as bad. She grit her teeth and tried not to explode as Flynn began to describe her home like it was some kind of fruit just ready to be picked and sucked dry. As though he was doing them a favour. When he actually began to talk about her father, she made a soft choking sound of protest, flinching away as he touched her. Monster! Speaking of the people he'd murdered as though they were just vermin to be stamped out. She fought with herself not to lash out and hit him as he called her a souvenir, laughing with enjoyment over what had been the most traumatic and horrible experience she would ever have. Enok's hand, lightly brushing against her was all that kept her from flying at him and trying to beat his stupid brains out, and her own hand turned to grip Enok's hand in an almost crushing grip. The other girl would be able to feel her shaking as she held on for dear life.

She caught the sad look from Swan's slave, and doubted that he was any better as a master. She gave him a sad look in return, understanding and sympathetic. Neither of them could do anything to help the other. He was clearly living in fear of his master, dropping his gaze away to the floor and suffering in silence as much as she had as they spoke about him like he was an object too. The two slavers talking shop was enough to make her feel sick.

There was apparently no end to the depravity that these people sought at the expense of others. This whole night was like some twisted nightmare, and didn't show any signs of improving. Flynn was laughing like a demented, evil child at the idea of watching some poor, helpless, innocent girl be brutally tortured on stage for entertainment. He gripped onto her head, and her hand tightened on Enok's. She wasn't going to let go unless she was forced to. She had been pushed to her limit tonight, and didn't know how much more of this she would be able to take and still remain intact and functional. Swan's poor slave was apparently being forced up on stage to participate in this ordeal, and he looked about as unhappy about it as Savannah imagined she would. She watched (like she had any choice) unhappily, sure that nothing that happened here tonight was going to be pleasant for any slave at all. The whole room was tense with the misery of the slaves.

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Gabe's slave was refreshingly honest and Swan laughed with genuine surprise and delight before managing to look concerned. 'Is that a fact? Not a party lover, little butterfly? That's a shame. I understood that your master planned to have such gatherings more often, not less. Perhaps if you explain to him how you feel, he might let you stay home, rather than attending?'

Poor Kitten. He just looked to stricken and unhappy. It made Swan's dark heart give a giddy little leap. He reached to touch Hunter's hair, aware that Flynn was watching so he didn't want to caress too openly, 'Come now, Kitten. I know you can do this. Make me proud. Go up, start and I will come and help you soon.'
To his eternal enjoyment, Hunter actually prised his own fingers off the chair, more reluctant to displease Swan than he was to publicly torment some slave girl. He was aware that he was pushing Hunter very hard, forcing him to brush up against some of his own limits, and he was going to have to take things easy for a while after this. For all his show of sending Hunter up alone, he stood and followed, keeping a hold of the leash more to reassure Hunter at this point than for any other reason.

He smiled at Gabe, amused by his banter, and nudged Kitten forward. In a low voice he asked Hunter, 'You want me to give him your leash to hold and I'll watch you from my seat, or should I stay and hold it?' He suspected he knew the answer. He gave the restrained slave an evil grin, full of promise and no sign of sympathy as he verbally prodded Hunter, 'Go on, Kitten. Tell him what you'd like so you can put on a show for these people here.'

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