Would refuse to subcome.. at least for the moment.. not wanting to have to ask him for anything.. She didnt need to.. she was strong.. she had to be strong if she was.. going..... 1.. spot.. 2 spots ... 3 spots... cheeseburger.. no 4 spots...

She shakes her head trying to find the impulses within her mind..

Staying on ehr side.. she keeps her eyes closed and.. at least for right now.. she was fighting it.. despite what her tummy being empty complained about... trying to force herself to go to sleep again.. allmost retreating into a little shell as she stays curled up trying to keep the warmth around her.

He once again left her there. Was it a small victory on her part? He had not forced the issue but as her stomach was doing loops as her thoat parched for it was going on two days since she last had the toliet water sporting dry and cracked lips Fafner rturned gather up the tablet tht he left her before slithering to the cell.

He was carrying something she noticed a studded black leather collar that he tossed between the bars of the cell.

Put that on and let's go, you still want that bath I presume?

Had found herself asleep again... sleep.. it was allmsot a welcome thing.. dreaming of sitting in a cafe.. having pancakes with whipped cream for breakfast.. a nice tall sparkling orange juice...

She jolted awake and groaned again.. her voice dry as the.. cold world comes back to her again.. she shudders and whimpers softly.. yes.. sleep was welcome.. but the lingering dreams of what she could be having were not so nice when she woke up to realize where she acutally still was.

She rolled over as she the creautre came over to the cell.. throwing something that landed on the floor in the middle of the cage...She slowly got to her feet.. and moved to it.. she wobbled a bit.. seeming unsteady as she looked down to see what he had thrown down there.

A stupid little collar... she had acutally been wondering when he would stoop to another meaningless symbol in his attempts to prove that he thought he owned her...

She doesnt answer him as he speaks... she simpley nods at his words... as she reaches down grasping it.. looking at it a moment before she just slips it around her neck.. jsut a stupid toy... her thoughts were... not really trusting her voice considering how thristy she was getting.

Good she did not argue and he nodded as that was done. He left her in the cell briefly and returned with a leash. Opening the cell with his mind he clipped the leash to her collar. Perhaps today he would feed her though he held no hopes of that either. He could still sense her thoughts governing the collar and now leash.

Kneel on your hands and knnes then follow me.

He wouldn't allow her to lead of course but to follow behind him.

Now do you still wish to bathe?

She narrows her eyes a bit as you open the door.. having moved over and brought back a leash.. she allmost.. flenches back as you attach it to her collar.. despite haveing spent.. alot of time sleeping alone in her cell.. she was anything but well rested.. 2 days of being cold.. mostly grimy.. hungrey and thristy.. had left her not all that well..


She huffs a bit.. her voice crocking out from the dryness as you command to crawl behind her.. she doesnt drop... "Its bad.. enough to.. walk on that.. floor barefoot.. i refuse to... crawl..it... would hurt..." she answers.. her throat sore.. as she looks at the metal grating on the floor.. yes.. it really.. would.. very much hurt to crawl on that type of floor.

"A aand yes.. i want my bath..." she says as a afterthought.

Sighs a bit.. shaking her head a bit...

"From the way you are.. treating me.. you would think im a catgirl or something" she mutters...but... the bathwater was calling her.. and... she knew that would be a chance for her to have some water...


Whimpering softly to herself.. she.. slowly gets down onto her knees.. and then onto her hands.. allready able to tell.. this was going to hurt...

She hated this creature.. all he ever did was hurt her.. even when she had been willing to go along offering no seeming resistince.. he was still bound to hurt her in some way or another....

That.. just made her all the more depressed...and.. starting to wish.. her life was..would be over...

Now, now, Slave, such talk is unhealthy. Matters will look up once you have been conditioned properly. Let's go. He gave a little tug on the leash and it was down the long corridor complete with that painful metal grating though he had not slowed down soldiering on to the ramp that was at the end of the corridor in the down positon.

An iris closed behind them so no one could get onto the ship in their absence and he lead her one with lots of people giving her first, second and third glances.

He had been about half way to a vendor when someone said something … of course up to then no one had merely thinking it …

“Man I wish I could fuck her.”

“Man she's nasty, look at her,” a second said.

“Gross, she's probablly got something I think that's cum all over her.”

“So I'll wear two condoms!”

Excuse me. Yes you in the red. Would you wish to do that?

“Fuck yeah. I'd do her right here.”

Slave? Fafner gazed at her but he did not ask a question, merelu capturing her attention.

rolls her eyes at him.. yes.. conditioned... but yes when she found a way to escape.. yes then things would get better..

She started crawling along behind her.. and just as she feared.. it HURT to crawl along the metal grating.. there seemed like there was sharp little grooves within her that at least felt like it was pierceing her flesh as she crawled along.. it hurt more on her knees then anywhere eles so.. Whimpering in pain as she was forced along.. unable to stop as he kept tugging.

She found herself leg out of the the ship.. and down the ramp.. she shudders blushing as she trys to kepe her eyes downcast as her ears start listening to.. the assorted.. luid and otherwise comments about her...

A thought accoring to her.. if she was in space.. how come everyone was seeming to talk english...That train of thinking.. made her have to think about it for a few moments... barly listening.

She blinks as she suddenly looks up at the one holding her leash.. feeling him stoped.. she looks at him...

"What?" she asks..."are we there?"

When she looked up she would see the other man that wanted to do her, the leering look in his eyes as he searched over her naked cum marled body. Ands and legs still set with the divets from crawling on the grate.

He wants to know if he can fuck Slave three ways from Sunday ...

Blink blinks as she looks from the male to the creature holding her leash.. and then back again..

"Well sence it appears i have a say in the matter.. i would rather not to" she simply answers... eyes narrowed a bit..

She half wonders how she had missed this.. whole male wanting to know if he could do her.. but she was refuseing.. so.. she supposed it didnt really matter..

She suddenly gives a dry.. hacking cough for having said too many words.. voice breaking up and her throat still sore from the lack of water... her cough sounding pritty... bad.

He looked away from her to the male. Slave isn't very good yet and is still learning anyway ... Fafner tugged her along realizing that she wished to drink something though when he got to the vendor he tied her to a tree.

Now stay put.

Some adolescant males were gawking at the nude chich across the road as Fafner slithered to the vendor, some mental control later he didn't even have to pay for the tonic. He was not long thoug and it wasn't as if he hadn't slithered no more than forthty feet form her, she was not in her immdiate presence though this could be a trick to in order to see if she would run with him this close to her, or maybe he half expecterd her too. The fact was that he could see into her mind so he had the edge on her in this realm ...

Contunes to cough for a bit.. before regaining some of her control as she is forced to follow him again.. feling those males eyes burn into her as she was led crawling away... she keeps her eyes downcast...

this crawling thing everywhere... hurt.. it wasnt good for her skin at all to be out on the ground like this..

Even as he tied her to a tree.. and giving the command to stay.. she huffed a bit.. as he walked away.. she looked around.. eyes catching the assorted people staring at her... a blush still upon her.. as she leaned herself against the tree.. covering herself with her arms.. keeping her thighs tightly pressed togeather..

Of course she thought she could run away right now... even as she thought it her eyes would gaze over the leash to see if it was something she could get out of.. eyes traveling over the square to see where she could run...

Given she would allmost risk it... but... she defently was weakened from not eating.. she would barly be able to run not alone fight anyone she came up against.... and.. she didnt like the way people were gawking at her..

She had.. this faint tingling feeling that.. if she did try to run... she would suddenly become everyones play thing again.. but then again... if that did happen... she most likly wouldnt recover from another round of something like that.. this soon....

So for the time being.. she stays where she is.. covering herself.. as she waits.. mind running over what she.. could be doing..but she doesnt do any of it.

They had been in some kind of market. Stalls most places, the scent of frehly baked bread that caused her stomach to churn again in hunger as she contmplated her choices recalling what happened to her last time and realizing she was too weak to get very far even if she did run …

And then she had to consider how far of a telepathic range did Fafner possess. Would he let her out of that range so willingly? Was he aware of everything she was thining? Oh God she realized that as he slithered back to her carrying that tonic that she had actually listened and he patted her on the crown of her head as if she were a dog.

Good girl … you wouldn't have made it further than that street sign there anyway ...

So he could still sense her from forty feet out or maybe he was just assuming that she would run rather than sensing what she desired to do. If he was aware of her thoughts he did not admit to knowing them.

He gave her the tonic, a pink liquid. There wasn't much of the liquid in the jar but it would have to do.

Drink it slowly so you don't gag on it.

She hadnt even really been thinking about.. how far away he could read her mind.. to be honest she was just assmuming it was line of sight.. hense why she kept wanting to run around corners to get out of line of sight... until she was given pause to think otherwise that is what she would consider.

Her eyes narrowing as he comes back over reachign to pet her head of all things.. she growls.. thinking of some choice words.. but even as she opens her mouth to speak the dont touch me remarks she ends up into another coughing spree from her growl..

Recovering a few moments later she looks as you hold out that small.. pink fluid bottle to her... she eyes it.... she looks up and doesnt speak this time.. knowing better now that her dry thought would cause her to start coughing again...

"What.. is it?" she mentally asks... glancing back down at it again.. swerling it around within to see.. how it looks as she does...