The Silver Wolf (reserved for Ravenna 3arc)

Silver had known little in her life beyond food, violence and protection. Unlike so many women, Earthbound or otherwise, Silver had been raised with no such affiliation. Not that being raised would quite fit with the civilised men of this world, nor the women for that matter. In either term, the world a dangerous place, filled with dangerous creatures and dangerous men. The men were the worst. Between the slavers, the soldiers and the merchants, women learned to behave, or face death. As it happened, many women, at first, would claim death, but would later learn that obedience was much more palatable. Silver was not one of these women.

Silver wasn't sure how old she was, nor how or where she was born. She just knew that she had been. To her, the humans were a dangerous sort that were oddly enough, quite easy prey. Though, to a dire wolf, most bidpeds were just that, easy prey. Unknown to the humans, Silver, though being a human herself, had been born among them and raised with them. As far as she was concerned, her mother was one and she lived and hunted with them as one of them. She had earned her keep in the 'pack' so to speak. Of course, everything changed and it was no different for Silver.

Captured almost ten years ago by an obsessed and rather disgusting male human, Silver had learned the true depravity of men and she was learning it all over again. She had been through no less than ten slave markets and almost double the number of human homes. The first of her so called masters had named her silver on account of her bright silver eyes and silver streaks in her hair and because silver was a such a rare element on Gor and because she was so small to go with the silver in her eyes and hair, it seemed fitting for him to call her that. He had tried and by the Gods, he had tried, but her feral nature had overcome him and he had to return her to the market. Since then, the long line of males that had tried and failed so spectacularly to train her and make her obedient had come to little more than a number of deaths in the household, usually the pets and one small serving slave. However, that was nothing compared to what she faced now, it seemed.

In her last home, the master had taken such a liking to training her for a pleasure slave that it became an obsession to him. he'd even gone so far as to place her with only females in a specialist harem to condition her. That too had failed, but he had been so incensed on the task that he'd left himself open. Dire Wolves, as it stated in their name, were wild and feral creatures that unless bred in captivity, would think nothing of ripping a person apart and eating them as prey animals no matter their race, colour or cast. On this particular occasion, it was the master himself. He had forced himself on Silver without warning, sneaking up on her from behind and attacking her. He had failed. His son had found him the next morning, being eaten bit by bit in the middle of the bedroom floor. And then after that, a slave had found her chewing on both of them. That had been the final nail in her coffin so to speak.

So now, after all that and more, Silver found herself back in the slave market, destined for the most inhospitable place the world had to offer, the deep lava mines. She wasn't kept with the other slaves as the slavers had learned that she had a liking for eating their prized catches. No, Silver was placed well out of the way, chained to the far wall by both hands and feet. With not a stitch in her, not that she cared much, no collar, no brand, nothing but the scars of her past on her skin and her tattoo. She'd never understood why the humans had done that and she'd never actually seen the ink for herself. Mirrors made her nervous and unpredictable. The tattoo was of a pair of tribal wings in a deep 'V' shape that covered almost the entire depth and expanse of her forehead. It marked her as dangerous and feral. Wings depicted a creature that could never be tamed or trained, not unlike the griffin. This mark had sealed her doom, though she didn't quite understand it.

On that particular day, there was a showing in the pens. She watched as many of the women vied to gain the attention of the men coming and going. Many were pleasure slaves and begging to be noticed. They assumed the correct position, no doubt through a lifetime of training, their knees spread wide, back's straight, heads down and hands up, crossed at the wrists. Silver recognised this position as a beg, for she had been beaten often for not doing it. Silver would never beg. Many men were coming and going today, it seemed, but as she looked through the pens, there was a lot of red on show.

But Silver wasn't staying there, no.  She was destined for elsewhere this time.  A place that no slave ever wanted to be kept before sale.  She was being taken into the garrison.  Screaming and kicking out, the slaver dragged her by her chains towards the sectioned area reserved for the slavers and guards on break.  "This will teach the she wolf who is master around here!"  One guard laughed as he stood back and watched the tiny female being dragged past him.  He adjusted his belt as he thought to what he would do to the woman.  And he really could do what he liked with her, for it didn't matter, it wouldn't affect her sale.

Silver fought and battled all she could against the larger brutish man.  To him, it truly was like dragging a wild wolf to its death, for that was how they fought and the noise she made was nothing short of ear shattering.  He decided once she was tied to the cot, he would gag her and absolutely, her bonds this time would be unbreakable.  Twice now, she had managed to wriggle free of her chains and break the leather to escape and each time, she had seriously hurt his guards to tried to bring her back.  So far, she had led them on a merry dance around the pens and they intended to punish her for a very long time before the mine owners came to buy her.

Seeing the door get closer and closer, Silver fought harder and harder, bouncing and throwing herself around like the wild sleen she believed she was and trying all she could to either get herself killed, or at the very least, knocked out cold so she wouldn't have to knowingly suffer their true brutality.....

Still in his combat gear, Jasper's friends had welcomed him back from being deployed in the military. Upon coming back his friends urged him to get a pet since he lived alone and thought that having an animal would be a good thing to have around and help relax him. But Jasper didnt want an animal, he wanted something or should we say, someone who he could interact with fully. Someone that at any given moment they could do anything. So Jasper came up with the idea of getting a pet just like they said, but nothing like what they expected.

His rifle was still attached to his bag with all his gear in and on it, his pistol still strapped to his leg. He was an officer and a sniper, he seen many things and done way worse to protect his unit. He mainly wanted just to find a companion from here but the women that he seemed to noticed just wanted to be bought so they would be fucked from there future master and not be treated like dirt as they seem to be treated here.

THere was many women that he seemed to be interested in, many where very beautiful but none had the spark that he was looking for. He didnt quite know what he was looking for, he saw one girl that he had thought that he liked untill he heard the screaming from this one girl. He turned to see where the noise was coming from and he saw this very small girl being dragged by this larger guy and said,"her."

He moved some away from the crowd and could tell the man was getting ready to rape what appeared to be a slave. Slave or not, he had no right to do this to her, especially since he set his sights on this girl. Instinctively he pulled his pistol and put several rounds into the man before grabbing the slave girl and holding her behind him and said to the man who was still alive,"I want this slave."

(remembered i copied it before posting it last time, i hope this is ok. gona go play zombies)

((made the adjustment to take it out of Gor. So meet the new and adjusted Silver, raised by Dire Wolf instead))

Silver continued to fight with all she had until she saw the but of a gun come racing down at her head. At least, they'd had enough and were going to beat her to death... properly this time! But no. No sooner had the gun but been raised, shots rang out in the pens and people began screaming. Not only that, but the man holding Silver suddenly jarred forward and fell, missing her by mere inches. From there, it all turned even more extreme.

Now, though being raised away from people, Silver knew very well who and what humans were. She'd spent ten years around them now and knew their worst habits very well. Guns were the biggest one and one she knew from her previous life in the forest with her pack. They were dangerous things that killed without respect or regard and she had to be very careful, especially seeing as this next one wasn't actually pointing at her in any way! However, being grabbed from behind, that was just as dangerous.

Understanding what was being said, Silver instantly knew that this human male was there to save her from the garrison and the slave market and he had just killed a man for her. Silver wasn't entirely sure how to take that, but she was hardly about to refuse a possibly good situation. Holding her breath, Silver remained still for the moment and stared at the shocked slaver before them. The man held up his hands, showing he wasn't reaching for his weapon and had no intention to fight back. "Take her!" he said quickly, "Take her, she's all yours. Way too much trouble for me anyway!" And he backed away quite quickly.

Waving at his fellow slavers to make a clear path, the stranger was given the chance to walk out with Silver in peace and without interference. Sure, they would lose a few dollars, but that really was all Silver was worth to them, and it was a sum they could easily make up elsewhere. Still silent and holding her breath, Silver wondered what this man would do next.....

Once Jasper saw the man standing down, Jasper lowered his gun slightly but not all the way. trying to show he meant no further harm but would shoot if needed be. Jasper waited for the slaver to back up before finally backing up himself and leading the woman behind him where he wanted her to go. Once he was out of vocal range he grabbed the girl by the hand and said,"come on, lets go." He put the pistol back onto his leg in the holster like it was originally and said to himself,"well that went nicely."

He looked at the woman that was beside him as they walked and noticed that she was very beautiful and could understand why or atleast in her beauty he could understand why they would do something like that but at the same time there had to be more to it than that.

Jasper got her to his car and put her in the passenger then buckled her up before going to his side. Once he was on his side he buckled up and looked back at her and said,"Im gonna have to get you some clothing," He turned the key and the car roared to life. He could have almost any car that he wanted but he always preferred this old 80's muscle car. It had been completely rebuilt inside and out by Jasper and he wouldnt ever let it go.

He put a hand on her knee as he drove, trying to comfort her showing her that she was safe and didnt need to worry anymore that he would take care of her. He opened the glove box while driving and handed her a hershey chocolate bar and asked,"are you hungry? This is all i have in the car, but i got plenty of food in the house." He couldnt tell why they hated her so much, she seemed nice. She was very quiet, she wasnt like all the other slaves that he saw at the pens. This one seemed like she was well behaved, looking at her he placed the bar on her lap while looking back at the road as he asked,"how did a pretty girl like you end up in a place like that and why do they keep all the women naked?" There was so many things that where going on in his head that he wanted to know but so many things kept popping into his mind and didnt know where to begin.

Things were still greatly agitated when the slaver backed up and the stranger still holding her stared backing up to the door. Silver, knowing he was her ticket out, went with him quietly and obediently. As they reached the door, she made to turn and make a run for it, but the man then grabbed her hand and ran with her from the market. Silver felt clumsy on her two feet like this, but at least they didn't run for very long. They began to walk and Silver looked around cautiously, waiting for another slaver to jump out from somewhere and try to take her back, or try to kill her and the stranger. Neither happened.

It took some time, but eventually, Silver found herself staring at a small transport that she knew as Car. Instinctively terrified of the transport, Silver trembled as he put her into the metal thing and strapped her into it. She'd been in transport like this before, but never up front with the humans. She'd always been bound and shut away in the back where she couldn't be seen. Silver just didn't know what to do. Soon enough, the stranger got into the other side and he started the car going.

For the third time, it registered with Silver that the man had spoken and she understood what he said, but not what he meant. She tried to pull her leg away when he touched it, but the seat and the belt stopped her. She had to do something about that. And then, something shiny was flashed in front of her and she followed the item closely. He said hungry, so she assumed it was food, but she didn't take it from him. However, once it was on her lap, she snatched it up and started chewing on it, wrapper and all. It took some effort on her part, but she eventually managed to chew it open. The treat inside was something she hadn't been given in a very long time. Chocolate!

He started speaking again and she looked at him with her mouth full of the delicious treat. How did she end up in the pens and why didn't they have clothing? She wondered if he'd then come across the market by mistake, for that was how it always was. The buying men wanted to see what their money was paying for. Only the very best slaves had clothes and that was little more than scraps of red gossamer silk. He had to have stumbled in there by accident, otherwise, he was playing with her. Silver wasn't sure either way and that made her more cautious of him.

With her treat empty, she dropped the inedible wrapper and turned her attention to the window. Everything was moving by so fast, but it looked so beautiful to her. Slaves weren't allowed outside like this, they were kept indoors and away from prying eyes and ears. Again, the restraint tugged at her skin and she knew it simply had to go. Turning slightly in the seat, she made it look as though she was mesmerised by the passing world and started gnawing at the strong chord. She would fail in her task on all fronts, for it would be clear what she was up to.....

Watching her, she seemed a bit Feral and afraid of the Car. He smiled as this was cute to him, then again the engine on this thing was loud since the car was a muscle car. It was a lot louder than most due to that fact alone, not to mention that he rebuilt it and changed a few things here and there.

When he touched her leg, he felt her leg twitch and made him feel like she wasn't accustomed to men or ones that where nice. She looked like they where abusing her frequently which would explain why she seemed so gittery.

After he gave her the food, he laughed lightly as she tore into the wrapper with her teeth. He hadn't thought to take the wrapper off for her, he had thought she would manage to do that on her own but at the same time he thought it was cute the way that she behaved. Watching her eat the chocolate bar gave him an idea of what to give her as a treat from now on and says,"I never did manage to ask your name, are you able to speak?" He glaced over at her looking for a name tag on a neck collar or something but didn't see one. He couldn't help but look at her breast but he tried his best not to look at her in that way as he thought to himself - Been ages....- he shook his head some trying to get the impure thoughts out of his head.

He stopped the car once they where at his place and then he noticed her gnawing on the seatbealt and said,"oh you don't like the restraints? I don't blame you..." He quickly got out and closed his door and rushed to her side. Opening the door he quickly unbuckled her saying,"there you go," he smiled as he took her hand trying to be gentle with her and said to her,"lets go inside, I'm shure that I got something that will fit you, even if its a little to big and baggy."

When the car stopped, Silver stopped gnawing on the seat belt, but she still had it in her mouth and when she heard the man speak about it, she expected him to be very angry and start to beat her for it, but he got out of the car and quickly went around to her side instead. She quickly let go of it as he opened the door and whimpered, expecting that beating now, but he unbuckled her and tried to take her hand instead. He kept speaking to her and she was aware that he had spoken more in the car too, but she hadn't been listening.

Getting out of the car, but not taking his hand, Silver looked around quickly and then squatted down, putting her hands on the hard concrete as he spoke again. It felt just like the floor in the slave market, but warmer. She looked around again and started backing away from the car, looking for an escape. She wanted to run and she knew her supposed new owner would never be able to keep up with her, but was she ready to risk it so soon?

Looking around more, she saw more tall buildings with lots of windows, reflecting sunlight down to the street. Having been locked indoors for so long now, she found it all rather beautiful. She then turned to the building closest to the car and looked up. It looked lavish and expensive, but then, to Silver, anything that didn't have bars and straw on the floor was lavish and expensive. So her new owner lived there? Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all!

Moving around Jasper, Silver began sniffing at the air, scenting things for memory and then moved around the car. The whole time, she walked on all fours, hands and feet, and with an ease that said she had done it all her life. Anyone with a human upbringing would have found the position and movement cumbersome and unbalanced, but for Silver it was like breathing and she held a grace about it that made her ribs and legs ripple with muscle in a remarkable way. There was nothing apish or overbalanced about Silver.

Remembering that he said they should go inside, Silver broke into a gentle trot towards what she thought was the front door. It caused quite a stir with a couple walking down the street to see a tiny naked woman trot past them on all fours and they both stared at Jasper as they picked up their pace and walked a little quicker past the building. Once past, the man turned his head to look back and stare a little longer. Silver paid them no mind at all, practically ignored them as she climbed the steps of the building and then sat down at the door. She sat as a wolf would, front paws between the back, knees wide at her sides, shoulders forward and her backside just touching the concrete.....

He noticed her cringe at times when he would say certain things or get close to her, she seemed as if she was expecting abuse from him but she wouldnt know that he wasnt that kinda guy, he never had been. When she wouldnt take his hand, he simply shrugged his shoulders and thought she may be a lot tougher than she seems and didnt mind that she wouldnt take his help.

Seeing her naked was a bit odd for him, he was a guy and couldnt help but to think sexual of her when he would look at her naked like this but at the same time he tried his best to not think like that but it was very hard when her body was and is fully exposed. The way that she walked, behaved, and even sat was a bit odd to him but he wasnt gonna try to correct most of that, then again he probably wouldnt try to correct any of it.

He watched her look around and smiled at her, she seemed to be dazzled by all the buildings. When she walked around Jasper in a circle and began sniffing the air, he then realised that she was Feral which would explain why she hasnt spoke yet, that is if she even can speak. He made a gesture to follow him as he walked to the house and saw that she was following him up to the house and figured that maybe she knows a few commands or a few ways of speaking even if not in english. Perhaps there was some sort of way that they would understand each other.

The way that she walked around, was unique but at the same time very cool in a sort of way. She looked human but he began to wounder if she was even human at all.

Once at the house, Jasper looked at the slave girl beside him and noticed that she was sitting like any domestic animal and thought this was odd but in a way it would make since due to the fact that she was a slave. He shook his head as he had a thought and put the key in the door, turning it and thus unlocking it. He let her go in as he opened the door while taking the key back out and finally went in himself. A bit embarassed that the neighbors gave him and her funny looks like they had done.

He took a few things off and placed them on a chair, like his bag. Then went to the table and put his keys on it. He turned around looking for her and said,"I think im gonna call you silver, silver is a beautiful color, rare, and extremely valuable." He smiled while looking for her and spoke once more,"your very valuable to me, for i been seeking a companion."

Silver moved cautiously as Jasper unlocked the door. The gap he left for her to get in was narrow and she was forced to lean right up into a crouch with her legs real wide to get past him. She managed it and then shot inside the house. And boy, what a house! She moved off quickly to explore her new home as she heard him enter a room and drop his things somewhere. She went into the room opposite first to find a long table and chairs around it. She sniffed at it and then moved around it, counting the chairs. Once that was investigated, she moved into the room behind that one. That one was smaller with a ragged old couch sat in front of a big TV set. Silver jumped at seeing her reflection and decided to quickly move on.

Coming back the way she came, Silver moved past Jasper and began exploring the front sitting room. It looked much neater than the other one and she sniffed and moved around the furniture to investigate thoroughly. She turned her head as he spoke, but said nothing. He would name her Silver, would he? Obviously, he didn't know that Silver was already her name. It didn't matter and she wouldn't show or say otherwise. It would probably confuse the poor man, she thought. From the sitting room, she wandered into a massive kitchen with another table and looked around carefully. This room smelled awesome!

In the slave pens, food was scarce and because she was feral, she hadn't been fed regularly like the rest of the slaves there. Silver sighed and followed her nose around the kitchen, seeking out an easy meal. She found the trash bin and oh boy, it smelled so good! Grabbing it with both hands, she tipped the entire canister over and started rooting around. She found a half eaten ham sandwich, some beer cans and what remained on a microwaved lasagne. She quickly started eating the sandwich and then licked out the lasagne container. She then rooted around some more, finding some fruit rind and began chewing on that just as Jasper started speaking again.

Looking away from the bin with half the orange rind in her mouth and a banana skin in her hand, she continued chewing while she listened. He said she was valuable to him and she was to be his companion. Silver cocked her head to one side and furrowed her brow at him. Why would he need a companion? Surely, a man of his looks could easily find a more than willing wife or something? And he clearly had plenty of money, so that meant he had a good job with a steady salary. His house was huge compared to some Silver had been in and if he could waste food like this and not be bothered by it, clearly, he was doing alright. Silver swallowed the rind and brought the banana skin to her mouth for that next as she still stared at Jasper.......

He smiled some as he watched her scurry around the house, it made him feel happy that he could make her happy. He walked to the couch and at each shoulder he reached under the shirt that he was wearing and unclipped a small strap and then pulled down a large body armor, taking it off and placing it on the couch, but it also had a crystal that made it harder for him to use his abilities.

He turned his head quickly as he heard the trashcan fall, walking into the kitchen he saw that she was eating the food that he had thrown away and sighed. Going to her he took the waste from her saying,"No honey, you dont eat from here." He took her hand and lead her to the fridge that was rather large and opened it saying,"if your ever hungry you can get anything from here, or I can go cook something for you."

He looked at her as he squatted down and said,"you dont have to do alot of the things that you used to do honey, you will be well fed among other things." He looked at her and then asked,"do you want clothing, or do you like being naked?"

He stood the trash can back up and began putting what was on the floor when he went back to it, waiting to see if she would speak or give him some kind of notion showing him what she wants. He left the fridge door open for her, showing her that she can make any choice that she wants to have, even if he had to cook it for her.

When Jasper started walking to her, Silver began to back up and flinched as he took the rinds away from her. She thought he was about to slap her or something for going through the bins, it had been done before, but he didn't. Instead, he spoke to her in a kind way that she just didn't understand and then took her hand and led her to the fridge. She stared up at it as he let her hand go again and when he opened it, Silver couldn't help but start drooling. And then, he left her there!

An open fridge with no restraint? Silver quickly stood up and started reaching into the massive machine. There were all manner of foods in there and she wanted it all. She hadn't been fed properly for over a year and she hadn't actually eaten for a good few days now. She grabbed at fresh fruit first and quickly shoved a handful of grapes into her mouth. While she chewed on them, she reached in again looking for something more substantial. The glass shelves made it easy to see what was up top, but her meagre 5ft height made reaching the shelf impossible. So, she started climbing.

The first shelf she stood on didn't move, but as she climbed up to the next one to reach the back of the top shelf, the glass shifted and slid outwards. Silver yelped and tried to hang on, but the muck from the pens still covered her hands and she lost her grip. She went down with the bottom two shelves and everything on them went also. Reaching for anything she could, her arm hit a large glass bottle and it fell from the shelf and smashed all over the floor, spreading its contents everywhere. Silver hit the deck and like lightening, she shot across the kitchen floor in terror. Now she really would be in trouble, she thought and she cowered near the sink in the corner and whimpered, her hands over her head.....

Jasper had thought she would be ok with the fridge but after he finished cleaning the mess that was made from earlier he heard her fall and things break. He turned around quickly to see her fall and run away. He sighed some and knew now that she was extremely feral and he would have his work cut out of her.

Smelling blood his mouth began to water, the scent was so tempting but he shook his head from the thought. Going to her side he takes her by the hands saying,"its ok honey," he could see the fear inside her. It was like she was expecting something from him that he was supposed to do. Putting her hands on his chest he picks her up saying,"you dont have to be afraid," He kissed her on the lips to show that he meant no harm to her and carried her to the bathroom saying,"lets get you cleaned up."

The smell of the blood was coming from her, but he was trying his best to ignore it. It had been many years since he had fresh blood, he had always been on supressors that the military was giving him to make it so he doesnt need to feed so often. But even with the medicine, he would need to feed eventually.

Once he got her into the bathroom he closed the door and sat her down on the floor and said,"give me a second." He turned the water on and made it warm and added a little bit of soap to make bubbles in the water and then moved the water around with his hand to start up the bubbles. Soon the water was filled with bubbles and he smiled. Once the water was about halfway, he turned it off and turned to her. Taking his shirt off so it wouldnt get wet revealed the crystal thats in his chest and he says,"Come here," sitting there crouched as he waits for her to come to him.

Silver flinched deeply and cowered further when she saw Jasper's feet coming towards her and she whimpered to the point she actually cried and shuddered with absolute fear. How strange it was then that he took her hands. At first, she thought he would pull them and her arms from around her head so he could beat her, but he didn't. Instead, he told her it was ok. His voice was calm and measured, but as she looked up at him, she could see something was wrong with him. He put her hands to his chest and she could feel that his heart rate was steady and slow and she knew then he wasn't angry with her. Why not? She had just destroyed something that was probably very expensive! Worth far more than she was anyway. It was then she noticed his crystal too and she cocked her head to one side, staring at it as he lifted her to her feet. Then he lifted her head and he leaned down to kiss her. Being so much shorter than he was, at least a foot or more, he would have no choice. Silver flinched again and trembled, not knowing what to do now. She had never been kissed like that before, not ever.

Soon enough, he stopped and he led her up the stairs to the bathroom. Once the door was closed, Silver sat on the floor again and realised that she was injured. Some of the falling glass had bounced and cut her up her right thigh and across both feet. She hadn't noticed before having been so stunned by his treatment of her. She wondered just what was wrong with him and why he was acting this way. This man was no normal Master!

Silver watched with great interest as he ran a bath and made bubbles in it. It smelled really nice too and she looked back at Jasper with questioning. But then her eyes caught the crystal again and she stared at it with near delight. She remembered she had seen one once before, but she couldn't remember where or when exactly. It had been a very long time ago though. Jasper then crouched down in front of her and beckoned her to him. She put her hands out nervously and moved forward a few inches before she stopped and regarded him again carefully. It was clear she wasn't used to any of this and it put her on edge. Her eyes pleaded with him not to hurt her, but her body said she was ready to defend herself if he did. Ever so slowly and inch by inch, she made it to within reach and then stopped and sat down cautiously. What did he want? Did he want to kiss her again? Did he want to hold her hand again? Her injuries began to bleed more now from the movement, but Silver paid them no mind. She'd had far worse over the years......

He noticed the way that she looked at the crystal in his chest, he looked down at it and said,"you like it? It helps keep me well..." he noticed she was very skiddish, very afraid to come to him. He didnt blame her not one bit, he noticed that she was abused when he first got her and would have to work with that. He picked her up and held her in his arms to show he meant no harm and said,"You can touch it if you want." He puts his hand on hers while holding her with the other and then places her hand on the crystal to let her feel it.

The crystal was grown into his skin, surgically put there but as he grew older the skin grew onto it and only allowed half of it to be visable. The crystal helped control his urge to feed, and also limited the amount he actually needed. To prevent him from draining someone the crystal activates and forces him to go to sleep.

She was still bleeding and he had forgotten untill he had her blood on his hand from holding her. Staying calm as best he could, he placed her on the railing of the tub and then grabbed a towel and wiped the blood off. Then grabbed a medical bag, opened it and then searched for the water proof gauze pads. After cleaning her wounds he put the gauze pads on her and then lowered her into the water getly as he stayed beside her. Handing her a wash cloth he smiled and said,"you can play in the water if you like."

Trying to get his mind off the thought of her blood that he had to handle.

Once again, Silver found herself stood up again and this time, he held her much closer this time. She trembled in his arms, fearful that he might force himself on her as so many had done before, but instead, he took her hand and put it to his chest and the crystal there. She looked at him nervously before looking back at the crystal. It was very strange and once again, she had the feeling that she'd seen this before. Not in him obviously, she didn't know him from the next person, but the crystal and the way it was in the body. She touched it lightly, running her fingers over it in a nervous and tender way. It was all so very odd, she thought.

After some time, he sat her on the edge of the tub and he wiped her blood away from his hands. It seemed to make him very uncomfortable and she could see it in him. Was there something wrong with her blood? Or did he just not like getting it on him? He then produced a medical kit and now Silver was really confused. Providing a lowly slave like her with medical care? It was all getting too much, but she didn't dare move as he cleaned the wounds and dressed them before he put her into the water.

The bubbles were nice, but the water was very hot. She'd only been hosed down before now and had never been allowed in a real bathtub before. In fact, the only bath she'd ever been in had been a small pool at the bottom of the garden and it had been ice cold. She yelped and hissed some as the water stung her skin, but after a short while, it calmed and she began to turn a rosy peach colour. Jasper stayed by her side and handed her a wash cloth. She held it in her hands and stared at it for a moment. She remembered then what it was used for and dunked it in the water to wet it. With it still dripping, she rubbed the cloth on her face roughly and instantly, the muck came off, leaving an unmarred and slightly tanned face. She could play in the water? Silver had never been allowed to play before. Just who was this guy?!

Staring at him cautiously, Silver dunked the wash cloth again and began scrubbing away the year's worth of grit, dirt and slime from the pens. There were a few small scars on her arms and shoulders, but the majority were down her back and still hidden under the grime. She had a few more down her legs and across her backside, but that wasn't the strangest of it and Jasper wouldn't see that bit yet, not until she was out of the tub again.....

Looking at her as she yelped from the pain he quickly turned on the cold water to fix the temp and said,"im sorry honey, i thought it wasnt so hot." he moved his hand around the water to make it cool down faster. After turnin the water off he smiled again as she was washing herself, she was beginning to look better with each time she removed more and more of the dirt and things off her.

Moving back to her side he put his hand out for the wash cloth, not enforcing her to but to show that he was trying to help and said,"here, i'll get your back." smiling some to show he meant no harm to her. The water was beginning to get messy and he knew he would probably have to change the water to keep her clean but he didnt mind doing that.

Silver looked at Jasper again nervously as he held his hand out. So far, he hadn't done a single threatening thing towards her, but that wasn't to say he wouldn't later down the line. For all she knew, he was trying to lull her into a false sense of security. Still, he had been kind so far, so she gave him the benefit of the doubt. Handing over the wash cloth, she carefully leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her knees to expose her back. She then pulled the mass of tangled curls over her shoulder and put her head forward and down.

At first, her back looked like any other, only it was lathered in mess and muck. However, as the wash cloth went over it, the scars would begin to show and with the heat still in the water, they would stand out proudly. The length and breadth of it was a lattice, a map of pain. Each lash was perfectly straight across her soft skin, showing it had come from a barbed whip. The slavers whip was designed to create the maximum amount of pain without doing too much damage to the flesh underneath. It could affect the future sale. It had been used very liberally on Silver over the years and that was clear in the many layers of lines that criss-crossed her back and they went all the way down to her backside and around her sides, more so around her lower ribs. Around the back of her neck were small scars from abrasions caused by collars that had been badly made and left untended on her. All in all, a hard and humiliating life had been permanently etched onto her.....

He felt sorry for her as he wiped more and more of her back, he now understood why she behaves in the way that she does, including bowing her head as he washes her. Looking at her back as he cleans more and more of it, he cant help but to feel worse and then he says outloud,"Im glad I got you out of there." He wets his free hand and rubs it over her back very gently and says,"you dont have to suffer anymore, here you will be happy." Touching her scars as he commits them to memory.

He washes her whole back and her sides just to help her and hands her back the cloth and says,"you can play if you want, would you like me to get you some water toys?" He had a feeling that she could understand him, even if she couldnt talk.

Silver closed her eyes tightly as he began washing her back down and he made a thorough job of it too, for she could feel the cloth rub over every inch of it, even her sides. She tried not to flinch and tremble, not wanting to upset him any more than what she seemed to have done already by bleeding on him. Then he said he was glad he had taken her from the pens and she lifted her head some, turning it to face him. her silver eyes shone with confusion, but also relief. He said she would not suffer anymore and she would be happy. As his hand rubbed her back gently and then traced the scars, she began to relax proper.

Whether it was the hot water, Jasper's gentle touch or just plain old fashioned tiredness on Silver's part, all the tension began to leave her body, like it was being washed away with the dirt. After taking the wash cloth back, she rubbed it roughly over the rest of her under the waterline and then looked at him as he told her again she could play in the water. She furrowed her brow though when he asked her if she wanted toys to play with. Did he have children in the house? That made her nervous again and she quickly leaned forward, ducking her head into the water as far as it would go. Once again, the grease and dirt began to melt away from the tangled mass and when she lifted her head again, streaks of silver began to emerge in her hair. It was the same silver that was in her eyes and as she scrubbed her head with bubbles from the water, they became more apparent. The whole time, her mind raced at the idea of there being children in the house. She'd never been allowed around them before, not even in her less feral days. Silver had always been the secret under the bed or the locked door in the basement or attic.....

He grabbed a few water toys from under the sink and put them in the water. It was true they where toys, but they where grown up toys and not kiddy ones. First he put in a small submarine that could float, go under and stay there or come back up. Next was a militry boat and lastly one was a scuba diver and Jasper says,"sometimes I relax in the water and mess around with these." he moves the boat around with his fingers and moves it to her leg and puts half of it on her leg saying,"captain, we breached land!" Smiling at her as he was happy, truely he was a kid at heart and desperately needed someone as a companion for he was always alone. At times the only thing that he had was his toys to keep him company.

Silver furrowed her brow as Jasper dropped some toys into the bath. They weren't the toys she was expecting, ducks, flapping fish and the like, but military toys. Her confusion was then deepened as he explained and then began to play with the boat. He 'landed' it on her leg and she drew it away as he pretended to be a sailor. Ok, so this guy just went from really weird to really fucking weird! She looked at him with shocked eyes, realising that the kid in the house was him!

With her hair still plastered to her head and parts of her face, she regarded Jasper a while longer and then shook her head. She then grabbed for the soap and started rubbing it in her hair. Shampoos and conditioners weren't allowed, so she didn't even think to try......

He saw that she wasnt using shampoo and said,"honey you can use the shampoo." He hands it to her by putting it closer to her saying,"you dont have to live by the old ways, I wont ever get rid of you and you wont have to suffer again."

He stops playing with the toys and starts drying his hands with the clean towel.

Silver stopped and had to stare at Jasper once again. She had to wonder just where this guy had come from and why he'd taken her. The idea of freedom had long left her, having been beaten so thoroughly from her mind and Jasper, well, it was like he was from another planet. It was clear to her now that he really had stumbled into the slave market. Taking the shampoo from him, she poured a copious amount onto her head and started scrubbing it hard, getting the fresh smelling soap right into her scalp. Once she was done, she got to her knees and ducked her head right in, giving it another scrub in the water. She then lifted her head and put more soap into it for another go.

By the time she had finished washing her hair, the water was turning a rather sickly brown colour, showing the sheer amount of dirt that had come off her, but that wasn't all that was showing. Being up on her knees, it exposed her right thigh to Jasper and perhaps the most barbaric torture that she had endured. The extent of it was clear, it went from just below her hip to about six inches above the side of her knee. In all, the mark was ten inches long and about eight inches wide and it formed a lower case K. This mark had not been cut into her skin like the whip marks, nor was it a tattoo or birthmark or any other sort of blemish. No, this mark was much deeper and the flesh that made the shape was darkened through scarring. It was a burn from white hot metal. Silver had been branded.....

by the time that jasper was finished drying off his hands, he turned around still holding the towel and noticed that the branding on her leg was rather large. This disturbed him, for in his eyes a womans skin shouldnt be damaged in any way. He got closer to her and touched the branding with his fingers and then wrapped the towel around her saying,"they did this to you?"

Slightly angry that her body had been so damaged from there behavior towards her. Even if she provoked them, they shouldnt have done this at all. wrapping the towel around her put it so he was closer to her neck than before. He could sense her veins, the blood going through them made his mouth water. Having the towel rigged to stay on her, he moved away from her some to make it so he would stop sensing the blood but it was already too late.

Now Silver definitely knew something was wrong with this man. Pulling the towel tight around her shoulders, she stayed upright this time and stared at him as he backed right away from her and he looked as though he could literally devour her right there. And it seemed there was nothing she, nor he could do about it. He was not a man, not in the human sense of one, for he would be like this if he were. And then it finally clicked in her mind. The crystal, his nervousness over getting her blood on him and the look he was now giving her. He could sense her blood, taste it almost. Silver knew now what he was and she finally realised what she was to him.

Her new Master was a vampire and she was his meal. It explained everything. He truly had lulled her into that false security, being kind to her, giving her food, bathing her. He wanted her clean so he could feed on her! Backing up slowly towards the door, Silver began to whimper and she looked at him with not only fear, but sadness. She didn't want to die. All that seeming concern he showed, telling her how she would never suffer again and all the tenderness in helping her bathe and touching her scars. Of course she would never suffer again, she would be dead! Her silver eyes glittered with tears of fear and she backed up further to the door, shaking her head softly. Her eyes begged him not to attack her. Her back hit the door and she jumped, but her eyes never left Jaspers. Her mouth trembled, making her whimpers audible.....