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 Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:14 pm
Memory Fragment ((Following the adminstration of a potion by Haellara, Nuumia experienced a strange assortment of memory fragments from his past life. The following Fragment is a particular memory recalled by Nuumia.)) Nuumia stands over a blood saturated mattress. A female lies in the center of the bed. Nuumia casually places a hand upon her belly and runs the fingers through the blood coating the black skin. Her wrists are slit across the arteries, and both jugular's of her throat have been carefully punctured. In his other hand he holds a silver dagger. Closeing his eyes, he whispers over the corpse. "Into your hands I deliver this sacrifice. May her blood slack your thirst. May her screams appease your ears. I beg no favors. I crave no rewards. I pray for your favor to shine upon Shila. Let her be the last one standing. Let her power grow and let her will become the one to Rule. I pray Great Goddess. Let me bare all your disfavor should she ever incur it. Let me suffer in her stead. Let my voice scream instead of her's. Strike at me with all the ill intent that she should ever have to bare." Nuumia's eyes open, his mouth set into a grim line as he takes the dagger and plunges it into the belly of the dead female. With as much effort as he can manage, he wrench's the dagger up her torso, between her ribs and to her throat. Leaving the dagger in her throat, he digs his fingers into the cut flesh between her ribs, and pulls. His arms tremble, and he grunts from the effort to break the rib cage open. With small snaps and pops, he is finally rewarded as the bones break and her chest cavity opens up. Blood coats his hands and forearms now. And though he feels weary from the effort, he continues on. Nuumia jerks the dagger from it's resting place, and sets to carving out the heart. "Unworthy b***h... Who's the weak one now? Lloth favors Shila. She's blessed. That's why she's so skilled with her prayers...she's surpassed you. Your just a obstacle in her way..but not anymore. Nothing will stand in her way. I'll make sure of it...everything she wants... everything she needs.. I will---"
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:50 pm
Diary Entry I've found my place. I've found myself again. All these past months have blended into a blurr of confusion and uncertainty. For once my mind is clear. I do not know what sort of poison could have done this to me.
Things make sense. Things that feel familar no longer make me feel pain. My eyes are open now with no veil across them. I no longer feel as if I have to burrow deep under a blanket of idiocy just to survive. I see. I think. I am.
Want to know what's odd though?
I want to laugh.
I want to throw my hands in the air and bellow forth such cheer that even She may hear me. I want to run across the tops of the city and leap through the air and test to see if I can truely fly. I feel a overwhelming of good emotions, and I can barely keep my chest from bursting.
For the first time since I lost myself I am able to sit and actually use this journal. I am writing and I am feeling. How could this be? It must be her. Everything fell into place and it is because of Her. Matron Haellara. My Mistress. I have taken up a task laid upon me by her and I eagerly await it's fulfillment. Not because she has promised me any sort of reward. I can't quite explain why I am so eager to appease her.
Is this it? Is this how I had felt for Shila? Was this the force that had burned inside of me? That pushed me to limits most males would balk at?
I'd die for her. I'd kill for her. I'd even blaspheme for her, and that's saying a lot right there. She has done nothing to deserve such faith. She has done nothing to inspire such loyalty. Yet all the same I would do anything she wanted of me with no hesitation. I am a fanatic, burning with fever to approch the alter of my awed exsistance. I would worship her.
The longer my mind is clear of the curse, the more I feel. I am not even languishing for her presence, because I am serving her right now. Even still I do not feel something is wrong with me. Something is wrong with the rest of the Underdark. To lack this certainty and desire. To lack this joy. I pity you all.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:35 pm
(This post is saved for a Journal Entry following a currently ongoing RP))
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:44 pm
Solo - Gaining Experience ((Warning: This Solo contains nudity and mildly adult situations. And a speckling of torture))The building was...intimidating?
Nuumia had never thought that a building could be intimidating. Oh sure. Add spikes and walls and archers with hundreds of bows pointed at you. That was intimidating. But it wasn't the -building- that was intimidating. That was the defenses and men that were intimidating.
Yeah...this place was very intimidating.
It was a single level structure. There was only a single door inside. No windows. That made his spine tingle in a warning manner. If you went in they wanted to make certain there was only one way out. Even the pipe from which smoke plumed was too small for even Nuumia to crawl through. maybe he could stuff a hand in. But he couldn't see much use in wiggling his fingers around in smoke as black as he already was.
He had been standing outside for a good ten minutes. A flow of males that were, at best to be described, a trickle had passed him by now. And yes. He was well aware of the crude laughter and overly loud whispers about the 'weakling' standing outside.
So maybe he had not the appearance of a strong warrior or a clever mage. Nuumia felt no prickling of offense as others seemed more then willing to take him at face value. It suited him just fine really. Still... he really was wasting time here. His head finally turned so his eyes could seek out the general direction in which he knew Haellara's House laid. He could always try and come back later on. But...how long had he been pushing this around in uncertainty? She obviously did not want a male that was inexperienced. Goddess no. Her time was valuable enough as it was as a Matron. She didn't need to add training him and conditioning him to her list of things to do.
Nuumia placed his hands to his temples and squeezed upon them gently. Maybe if he waited a moment more some...flash would come to him. Come on brain...give him some memories! At the very least he had to have seen a naked woman before!! No one could have lived as long as he had and gone through life utterly unspoiled! Nuumia dropped his hands from his temples and stared with his big and strangely soulful eyes at the building. Maybe he -was- unspoiled? What a utterly -weird- thought that was! To go through life completely...pure? Now that just ticked in his head as unusual.
Well...
He supposed it was time?
Nuumia entered the building. His steps cautious and slow. Inside there was a room full of...people. Males and females lounged here and there on sedans and couches. The females had so little cloths on them! And...chains...collars here and there. As he slipped further in, his hands carefully pressed behind his back so he would not give in and begin to fidget with his fingers, Nuumia tried to ignore the males in general that wore similar chains and collars. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah no. He saw himself naked often enough to know he didn't want to see another male naked. Thalzoz was the first and last time he ever wanted to see a naked man thing on someone else.
"Well aren't you a cute little thing!" A soft voice purred to his left.
Instantly Nuumia felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He had to quell that sense of 'immediate Danger' that fell over him. It really was hard to tell his instincts that he was not in the danger they thought he was in. Just because the female that was speaking to him was tall enough that he had to crane his head back to look at her. And..she was...wider in chest and hips then half of him..and..she...she had a ...smile on it that he could imagine on a beast of the Underdark wilds.
Maybe he should run after all.
Nuumia's wide eyed silence seemed to encourage the scantily clad female drow. Her red eyes raked over his smaller form and her crimson painted lips remained pulled into a large grin. From where he stood Nuumia could smell the heavy fragrance that clung to her. Her white hair was teased into a wild and loose mane down her back, with a part over each shoulder that did a poor job in covering her large bosom that was barely contained by scraps of white material and thin gold chains. Nuumia's eyes sort of locked on those large swaying mounds of flesh and he felt a heat burning in his cheeks. Haellara's chest was much easier to see due to her preferred style of dress, and Nuumia had such a hard time not becoming mesmerized by the female attributes. But this females chest was just...huge!
"So. In for your first time are we? I can always tell the new ones." She was speaking again and Nuumia flicked his black eyes up to the female. Her smile was just...hungry? Nuumia managed to nod his head slightly in answer to her question.
"It's a hundred gold for a night with me baby. But since it's your first time I'll be nice and give you a bit of a discount. Seventy gold and I'll make sure you know everything you need to know about being with a woman." One of her darkly painted eyelids flashed a wink down at him, and Nuumia found a lump forming in his throat.
He hardly cared about the price. The fact she was boasting of her skills was sort of encouraging. If he could learn everything he needed to with just one night that would be all the better, but he doubted such would be the case.
"I...uh..." He started, then came to a quick stop as the female leaned forwards. Her breasts hung inch;s away from his face, and he felt her long painted fingernails sweeping through his black hair in a teasing manner.
"Faltana" She breathed softly.
"I...uhm..Faltana...I'm supposed to uhm...yeah..."
"Supposed to?" Faltana questioned him and arched one white brow. "So this isn't a little curiosity that's brought you here?"
Nuumia shook his head, and he felt those fingers brush through his hair again. "My matron wants me to be familiar and experienced with being with a female"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah." Faltana hissed softly. There was a knowing light in her eyes at this point now, and the fingernails in his hair curled to scratch lightly at his scalp. "Well then. I'll be certain now to be very through with you. Just go pay the man at the counter and meet me upstairs baby."
Faltana's head tilted towards a muscled male leaning against a counter. His eyes swept about the room, apparently attempting to watch everything that was happening within his domain. Nuumia nodded his head and stepped around Faltana to approach the man.
It wasn't until Nuumia was standing directly in front of the man that he bothered to glance down at him. The males eyes had a yellowing color to them. A sign of illness or madness Nuumia recalled for no clear reason.
"A little young to be in here already aren't you?" The male spoke first.
"My matron sent me." Nuumia answered, and the male nodded his head. He didn't seem too surprised actually...Nuu wondered just how many males were sent by their matrons to places like this..and at young ages. Well...A Matrons time was precious...and the last thing a matron probably wanted to deal with was a incompetent male partner when she was interested in sating her own needs. So...maybe a lot of males got 'trained' in similar manners?
The male had not spoken again, so Nuumia began to open the coin purse he had been provided with. "Faltana said to pay you and meet her upstairs?"
"Hundred fifty gold." The male responded and held his hand out. Nuumia blinked and paused.
"Faltana said she'd only charge me seventy." Nuu replied.
"Fine then, Hundred and twenty gold." The male corrected his price. When Nuumia continued to look at him, the male sighed. "Seventy is Fal's personal price. Ten gold's my pay, ten gold's the rent for the room for the night. The rest of the thirty goes to the owner. Now pay up. You get a total of seven candle marks to have your fun, then you get turned out. With or without your pants on. Got it?"
Nuumia's lips turned down into a small frown. He poured the coins steadily into the waiting palm of the male and watched them glimmer against that black palm. The pouch was nearly empty by the time the coins stopped. The male took them and deposited them into a box hidden behind his back, and then handed off a key to Nuumia. "Seven candle marks." he reminded the small male as Nuu turned and headed for the stairs.
Faltana waited by the stairs, a happy seeming grin upon her lips as Nuu approached her with the key. He felt his cheeks burning once more, and his black eyes fell to the ground. Fal plucked the key from his loose fingers, causing him to look back up at her for a moment.
"Time for some lessons baby." She growled and placed a hand upon his back to guide him. Rather then heading up, Fal led Nuumia down the stairs and into the hewn stone. Well, that was a unexpected direction wasn't it?
Downstairs there was a hallway. It curved in a circle it seemed, at least as far as nuu could tell. Doors alternated between being on different sides of the hall. As Fal led him down the gently curving hall, Nuu took note of the fact each of the doors were made of smooth stone and had magical engravings in them. Not a sound whispered through the warm air. Well, that was good. he wasn't certain if he would have been able to continue on if he had heard...sounds... coming from any of those rooms.
Fal stopped before a door, and used the key to open it. As the door scraped open across the floor, Nuumia found himself pushed into the room. And..oh...this did make him balk.
There was a bed of course. But all sorts of chains and leather cuffs were scattered. There was a rack with all sorts of different...things...on it. He supposed they were all tools used in instances like this.
"Uh...just...what did I buy?" Nuumia found himself asking as he looked around the room. There was a table and a chair...both with rope and straps. There were a pair of chests...there were rings in the floor, walls, and ceiling.
"You said your matron sent you right? Well, your not the first boy to be sent Lover. Don't worry. I'll teach you what to expect." Fal's voice held such...eagerness in it. Nuumia turned to look at her, and let out a howl of surprise.
"NYAAAAAH!!" He screamed, and caused Fal to pause. She was already naked. Completely and utterly. Nuu had not been expecting her to..well..get to it so quickly? He jerked back a step, his heart racing in his ears as he looked up into her equally surprised face.
"Calm down Lover. I haven't even started yet. Goddess. You act like you've never seen...oh...you haven't have you?" Her words ended with a note of delight. Of course, Nuumia's shaking head probably only further encouraged her. He lifted his hands before him, his face was burning all the way to the tips of his ears.
"Just...give me a second. I'm really not prepared..." Nuumia began. Fal cut him off by stalking up and closing the distance between them.
"Lover. When a matron decides she wants some fun you don't say 'Just a second'. That's why your here. So you don't end up making a stupid mistake like that and getting yourself killed. Now. I'm going to teach you just what to expect from this matron of yours. And your going to just hang on tight. Got it?" Fal's voice had grown a bit more..sure...as she spoke.
This surely was not what Haellara had had in mind when she sent him out to become familar with females. Nuumia started as Fal took quick and eager control of the situation. Her hands flicked expertly over the buttons of his vest, and before he was even able to try and make some sort of protest his shirt was already on the floor.
"Ooh. Such a slender little thing. I'm going to have to use the ropes I think. Your wrists are so slender they will slip right out of my cuffs. It's been a while since I had one your size..." Fal was purring with such glee. It made Nuumia wonder belatedly if allowing the first female to approach him be his choice was a bad idea.
"Gah! I don't want you to tie me up!" Nuumia protested as Fal fitted her hands around his waist and picked him up with little effort. She was definitely a muscular woman, and he quickly found himself thrust onto his back onto the bed. He could hear the rattle of the chains and he began to squirm himself backwards.
"I know you don't. That's why I'm going to. Silly little male." Fal smiled and grabbed Nuumia by the waist of his pants. With him squirming backwards, he only made it easier for her to twist, then jerk the blue cloth right off his legs. Immediately Nuumia ceased his kicking and clamped his hands between his legs.
Fal's grin widened at the sight of him laying there hiding himself. "I feel like I ought to be paying you for all of this. Do you know how rare it is to get a male like you? So small and tender...Most of the males are such ugly brutes that already know what they want."
Nuumia frowned a bit as he started to sit up on the bed. "I'm not here and paying you to make you happy." He started in firmly. Fal shrugged her shoulders and began to crawl onto the bed ontop of Nuumia.
"I know. I know. Your here to be broken in. I understand the deal. Now just lay still Lover." She cooed ever so softly. Nuumia's face began to burn again as Fal's shadow fell over him. She reached around to either side of the single bed, and pulled some rope ends up onto the mattress. Seeing them Nuumia removed his hands from their place of privacy and started to squirm his way out from under her.
"No! I don't want to be tied down!" He insisted. Fal responded by bringing her knee's down. In a single move she pinned Nuumia's hips to the bed. He continued to squirm however. his little feet kicking under the larger female as he reached up with his hands to push at her belly. "Ah! Get off!"
Fal's good mood and eagerness began to slip now as the male began to put up a honest fight. He seemed rather apt at squirming his body out from under her. With a determined frown she pushed down with her hips and placed a hand upon the males throat to pin him to the bed. "Lie still you worthless little b***h. Your going to suffer through this the way you would for your matron."
Nuumia's black eyes widened as he felt the increase of weight on his hips. Fal's hand slapped to his throat with enough pressure to make breathing a bit more difficult now. He could see her other hand pulling the rope up over the bed, but rather then angling it for one of his wrists, and began to slip it under his neck.
"Get off! Your too heavy." He protested as the rope pulled tightly around his neck.
Fal scowled and hissed down at Nuumia as she released his throat and grabbed the other end of the rope. "You wouldn't dare say that to your matron!"
"My matron doesn't have a a** as big as yours that weighs the same as a full grown Rothe!" Nuumia howled as he used his hands to make fists and beat at Fal.
The female on top of him came to a halt. Fal's red eyes widened at the insult of the small male under her. She didn't even fend off the small and ineffective punches from Nuumia. he was far too small to actually have enough strength to physically hurt her. But his words... Fal lifted her free hand and pummeled a punch directly into Nuumia's ribs.
He felt the air rush out of his lungs from the punch, and Nuumia's eyes watered from the blow. He wasn't exactly the most sturdy of males built. But there was a reason for that. His agility and flexibility did not allow him to pack on the muscle mass of warriors. He needed to be able to slink and move fluidly...but.... at the same time he wasn't entirely delicate.
Fal assumed that the blow to his ribs would subdue Nuumia while she finished tying the rope around his neck, in order to ensure he would not be moving anywhere else. So it was with a shout of extreme surprise and pain that she made when his hands lifted, not to cradle his chest as most would, but to grab the sensitive tips of her breasts and pinch with a unforgiving twist.
Perhaps he had been with a woman before, and he recalled subconsciously the sensitivity of that area. However it was that he came to do it, he certainly gained a reaction. Fal reared back and grabbed herself with a outraged scream.
"b*****d! Little vithin b*****d!!" She cried out. Nuumia could see the fury easily now in those red eyes, and honestly? He did not care. He couldn't do this. Not with this female. It did not set well with him at all. It was one thing to practice and learn. It was another thing altogether to be used. That's exactly what this was too. Faltana was using him, and using his purpose as an excuse to satisfy herself. No..the only female he'd lay down and let take advantage of him like that would be his actual matron. Nuumia reached up to the rope tied around his neck and began to pull on it determinedly.
It was as Nuumia began to untie himself that Faltana seemed to get over the pain and outrage of his actions. Reaching down, she caught his wrists in her own hands and jerked them painfully above his head. He gave a small shout in response, but Faltana utterly ignored the angry sound coming from the male beneath her. Shifting her weight, she pushed herself up so she was sitting firm and hard on Nuumia's chest. In just seconds Nuumia was gasping for breath. Fal, hearing the heavy wheeze, pushed down harder upon Nuumia and stretched a bit more for the rope at the head of the bed. It really was a shame that she could not use the cuffs. She mused to herself as she pressed the breath out of Nuumia and tied his wrists above his head. It would have made holding him down a lot easier.
As it was though, she completed binding the slim males wrists, and crawled off him. Nuumia inhaled a deep breath with a desperate gasp. he turned his head upwards to see his wrists bound, and he began to wriggle his fingers testing to see if he could manipulate the knots.
Faltana seemed to be pretty good with knots...
Nuumia lifted his head to look for the frustrating prostitute, and he was relieved to see her getting herself dressed. Though, once he considered his own current situation, he began to wonder if that really was a good thing after all?
"Hey, what are you doing?" Nuumia called to Faltana as she jerked a tie tightly around her waist. Fal glanced up at Nuu and scowled.
"Well obviously you don't want to get intimate. And I'm not one to keep pursuing a customer in such a manner if they really don't want it. After all, we wouldn't want my big rothe heavy a** to break you in half." Oh the words came out as such a ugly hiss! Nuu watched as Fal stalked to the chest, and his eyes narrowed as she opened it and began to root around inside.
"So then. Since you've still got six candle marks left I guess I'll have to make do with other things."
"What..other..." Nuumia's words came to a halt as faltana stood up with what looked like two pieces of metal. She twisted one piece into the other, and gave the long slender rod a few good swishes in the air. Nuumia could see the minor flexibility of the rod, and he heard clearly the sound it made cutting the air. Shifting his feet back, he tried to push himself up on the bed, but the ropes about his neck caught and held him fast.
Faltana reapproached the bed, and her ugly smile was back in place. With a sharp cutting sound, she brought the rod down directly cross the middle of Nuumia's body. From crotch to throat, the metal made a hard slapping sound.
And Nuumia made not a single sound himself.
Faltana paused and blinked. She had seen Nuumia's body arch in response to her strike. But the lack of a resulting scream made her wonder if perhaps she had -missed-. So..she struck again. Once again slashing down his body, Faltana was positive she had struck him in the area she had intended. Once again Nuumia's body jerked in response to the pain...but his eyes were closed, his lips were pressed together tight. Not a scream. Not a tear. Not a hint of pain save the two ugly hot welts that should have been agony to a small and frail looking male.
"What in the name of the Goddess?" Faltana cursed under her breath.
For the next six candle marks..she did everything she could to make the small male scream. She struck him with the flexible rod. With a wide leather whip. She even used her hand and scratched at the male. In her frustration Faltana had stood upon the bed and landed a kick in such a manner that Nuumia should have been screaming for mercy. Instead he bled..and though he cried it was painful tears rather then desperate ones.
Six candle marks of abuse. Then the door opened. Faltana paused with a whip in her hand and glanced over to see a tall thin male peering inside.
"Times up you two." The male informed them, then he left. Faltana dropped the whip in her hand and stepped over to where Nuumia was lying still on the bed. The little male was breathing hard, his eyes were still closed. Fal could read the pain in his face, but not once had he screamed for her. She felt a distinct sense of vexation. Roughly she jerked the rope from his wrists and then from his neck.
"Get up you pathetic worm." She hissed. Only after Nuumia showed signs of rising did she turn and stalk from the room.
And such was her mistake. Nuumia's eyes opened. The black pits of them hard and focused with a deep anger. His body was in undeniable pain. He doubted he would want to drink anything unless it was a healing potion. Yet regardless of this pain he moved with a purpose. Nuumia redressed himself, his movements stiff and only partly hindered by the lashing he had received.
That is when he reached into his pockets and pulled out the vial.
Nuumia crossed over to the chest and he knelt himself down beside it. Opening it up, he twisted the top loose of the bottle and set it upon the floor. Lifting the cap, a small metal rod, tipped with spider silk and drenched in some clear liquid was revealed. Nuumia reached into the trunk and plucked a ball gag from the contents. With a surprisingly steady hand he applied a few strokes of the poison to the gags round surface. Then he set it back inside. With a calm and determined look on his face, Nuumia pulled each whip...each insertion device...each spiked object from the trunk. He dipped the spider silk into the bottle of poison again and again...and he applied doses of it to each of the items. Of which he then replaced in the trunk.
Truthfully Nuumia had no way of knowing who the items would be used on. He rather hoped it would be Faltana. Since he got the feeling that she was often the abused when purchased. But still, the random poisoning of her customers would also have to have a repurcussion of some sort on her. And it wasn't like Nuumia cared what random drow died in a prostitutes chambers.
He twisted the cap back onto the bottle and stored it in his vest pouch again. Silently he rose, and moved with a stiff and determined walk for the door. He would not be doing this again....he'd find another way. Perhaps Matron Haellara would have a better idea...and if not..well...He -would- please her. He would obay her...somehow.
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