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A Debt to Pay

A Debt to Pay 001: Sins of the Father, Debt of the Child

[Jessamine is a cobblers daughter, and imagine her surprise to find out that instead of getting an apprenticeship or a betrothal, she is now the property of someone she has yet to meet. ] -05:04 Jul 06
[Trebor is expecting a delivery, some bastard couldn’t pay his whoring debt and so promised a new recruit instead… He hoped she’d be trouble, its fun when they do that.] -05:08 Jul 06
Jessamine: She was mad. Most of all just disappointed. Her father had never been the best of men, but she had been sure he loved his family enough not to sell one of them off like a pair of shoes. So, the minute she was told her fate, she had been given the man the silent treatment. Jessamine didn’t want to know, and had no intentions on staying. "Don’t drag your feet. He doesn’t like tardiness." grumbled her father, who was now pulling her by the arm through the back entrance of what Jess was sure not a good place to be. -05:13 Jul 06
Trebor: He was waiting upstairs, away from the throng of the bar downtrairs further up than the private rooms the customers made us of. He was ture his men were down there though, and he was sure they would know why she was being brought. He would make his appraisal and see how much the girl knocked off the man’s debt. -05:16 Jul 06
Jessamine: In passing people in the halls and up a stairway, Jessamine blinked in wide-eyed surprise and focused her sight on her father’s shoulder. Along with a deep scowl. And now she was realizing what sort of place her father spent his time in. Up the stairs and all the way down the far end of the hall, he stopped and banged hard on a door. "Ahem…! I-it is Willheim, sir. To pay what I owe…" -05:22 Jul 06
Trebor: He had his leet up on the desk and a was playing with a dagger in his hands when the knock came. "Dring her in then." he called waiting until they were both inside before he stood adn stepped around the desk looking the girl up and down. "Doesn’t look like much… You owe me close on a fortune and you think this covers it? Well lets take a look at her.." he grabbed her har and pulled her head back and grabbed her chin to pull her lips open to check her teeth. "What have you been feeding her?" -05:27 Jul 06
Jessamine: Too startled by teh sudden grab to make an immediate reaction, it was just by instinct she shoved her hands against his chest. Her father interjected to reply quickly, "Just humble meals sir. But she is healthy and young! Unmarried, and no ties. The only daughter I have, sir." -05:31 Jul 06
Trebor: He let her go and pushed the hands on his chest away "You go toutching me again and I’ll hand you over to the boys for a night.." he said before looking at the father. "I’ll forget 35 for her, 40 at most. That leaves you owing me a few.." he looked down at a page on his desk 5 gold to be exact. I’ll give you two weeks to make the differnce before I send the men out to get it. Without this mouth to feed it should be easy for you…" he smirked "Really you should be paying me what she eats to take her, she won’t make a good whore.. not yet." -05:37 Jul 06
Jessamine: Willheim had the stones to cast his daughter an apologetic look, which she returned with an incredulous glare. When she opened her mouth to speak, her father was quickly interrupting again. "Thank you, sir! I understand, sir. 5 gold. Thank you, thank you." he all but tripped over his own feet to get out of the room. Likely in case the man suddenly changed his mind. Leaving Jessamine alone, now staring at a new ‘caretaker’ who kept talking about her as if she were a less than prized cow. "Out of respect I would honor my father’s debt, but I am note a whore…" -05:42 Jul 06
Trebor: "no you’re not." he said. "Not yet.. there pride in your eyes, I’ll soon fix that but first I need to see what I just bought. Take it off.. all of it." he gestured at her and her simple garment. "I’m sure the girls will find you something nice soon enough. This is the last tiem you’ll ever wear anything so.. plain and conealing." -05:46 Jul 06
Jessamine: Jessamine was angry, but she concealed it well. She had been traded off to a whore house. She wasn’t a slave! Resting her hands on her hips, she flat out refused. "No. I am not going to be a whore, either. I will pay his debt, but not like that. I can clean or cook. Run numbers, anything else." -05:50 Jul 06
Trebor: He didn’t like this kind of talk, and his balled fist slamming into her face showed it. "You are what I say you are. You do what I saw you do. And if you win’t remove your clothes, whore, then I’ll cut them from you and I won’t be gentle. Now… I need to see what I just bought.. Take off everything." -05:55 Jul 06
Jessamine: The strike was another surprise. Making her yelp and stumble. Cradling her cheek from the sting and the welling of tears. Her parents might have hit her once or twice, but that never gave her the sudden twinge of fear like this did. …and she wasn’t going to just stay and take it! Jessamine immediately made a beeline for the door, with every intention of going home and telling her father to pay his own damned debt! -06:00 Jul 06
Trebor: He cur her off and kicked her legs out from under her. "No one out there will help you." he said. "You’ve been traded, bought…" he leaned down slipping the dagger under the hem of her top and slicing downwards and pulling her top open. "You cost me more than you should of.. so show me that I payed for or you’ll be the most expencive meal my dogs have had in a while.. once the men are finished with you." -06:06 Jul 06
Jessamine: Hitting the floor was not the most graceful way to go down, but that wasn’t on the forefront of her mind as she twist and shoved his knifehand away. Pulled the fabric of her clothes tighter around her and was still scrambling for the door. "No! You can bring him back here, I’m not paying it!" -06:14 Jul 06
Trebor: He punched her again with the hand that held the dagger then stood and closed the door, locking it. "You’ve earned my special attention.." he said watching her, there was nowhere to run now. "I’m going to take you muself and show you what you are to me, and what you are to me.. you are because you’re mine. Bought and payed for." -06:18 Jul 06
Jessamine: There were quite a few curses running through her head as she touched a hand to her lip and pulled it back to see the bright blotch of red. Jessamine scrambled to her feet and put as much distance between them as she could. She was trying to mask her defiance with her fear, which didn’t come difficult. Then she darted to his desk to fumble for a weapon of her own! -06:37 Jul 06
Trebor: He strode across the room and grabbed her hair pulling her away from the desk and throwing her against the wall, then taking her hand he pushe that against the wall too and stabbed the dagger between the bones of her hand before lookign her in the face a grin on his lips as the dagger came away bloody. "This scar will always be with you, and as long as you have it you’ll be my property. To sell, to trade, to lent… to use…" he put his hand on her throat and with all his strength stabbed the dagger into the wall next to her wounded hand. "Take it if you can… end it with a stab to my heart… I’m waiting." -06:43 Jul 06
Jessamine: Jessamine shrieked from the pain, finding herself near paralyzed just from the shock of it. Her hand clutched his, trying to pry it away from her throat. She even took up his challenge, trying to flex the fingers of her stabbed hand to curl around the hilt of the dagger. She could barely tighten her grip let alone tug it free from the solid wood it was buried in. Her frustration came out in a whimper. "I-I can’t." -06:51 Jul 06
Trebor: He grinned. "I know…" keeping his hand on he throat he loved his other down to pull her top open further, the dagger sitting in the wall to mock her as he was finally able to see what he ahd payed for. "You may have been worth it after all… you’ve also earned yourself me tonight, around twenty horny men downstairs will be disappointed, you should thank me, unless you want them alter I’m done with you.. all of them at once…" -06:56 Jul 06
Jessamine: The fear was the only thing keeping her still. Sucking in a sharp intake of breath as he pulled open her shirt. "No, I don’t." she hissed through clenched teeth. Jessamine curled her fingers tighter around the dagger’s hilt, blood slipping down her palm and arm. But it still wasn’t budging. -07:04 Jul 06
Trebor: He pulled her arm awa from the dagger and gripped it himse;f pulling it from the wall and cutting the rest of her clothes free. "Then you’ll do as you’re told and head over to the desk and sit on it and let me see you. If you’re geed you won’t see another naked man in a week.. if not… you wont kive that long. I’mnot saying I’ll kill you, I’m just going to lock you in a room and ever hour of ever day you’ll be sharing it with people who like it when girls say no and mean it, more than one at a time. Understood?" -07:10 Jul 06
Jessamine: Jessamine didn’t know if he meant it or not, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to tempt fate. …yet. Her arms curled around her own body to cover herself, but slowly she inched around him. Never turning her back to him and moved to the desk. The dagger was out of the wall now, she could get it back. It was just a matter of how! Without a tear and without a word, she sat on the edge of the desk. The hardest part was trying to reign in her murderous expression and not give away her thoughts. -07:17 Jul 06
Trebor: He held the blade in his fingers and looked at her. "I said let me see." he growled "Uncross your arms and open your legs… or the first thing I’ll trust between your self lip will he this.." he said holding up the dagger. "Blood makes it smooth, did you know that? And ever a tiny cut down there make for twitches that you can’t imagine.. only thing that tops it is fucking a girl thats in her death throws… now.. let me see.." -07:21 Jul 06
Jessamine: She cringed and visibly paled. There was no hiding her horror, but at least she turned her head away to glare down at the contents of his desk. Her arms slipped down slowly, small smears of blood left on her skin before her hands gripped the edge of the desk. In shifting her legs open just the slightest, she squeezed her eyes shut. On his desk was a quill. Sharp enough to do some damage if she was quick. He just had to be close enough. -07:28 Jul 06
Trebor: He grinned sliding the dagger intio a shieth on his belt. "Now turn around and bend over, let me see you from behind. He could follow her gaze, she wasn’t the dirst one that wanted to put up a fight, her persistance was rare though.. he would enjoy breaking her. "And drace your legs against the desk…" he undid his belt and the front of his pants. "I don’t want my things all over the floor then a push you agaist it." -07:35 Jul 06
Jessamine: Not once had she ever entertained the thoughts of murdering someone. Now it was the top of her thoughts. Down to every detail of how she was going to do it. Jessamine slipped off the desk, her breath coming out in quick, shakey huffs. Turning around slowly, she almost let out a sob. But bite it back by sinking her teeth in to her tongue. When she bent forward and placed her hands on the desk, she made sure her palm was over the quill. It would go right in to his neck. Or his eye. Or his throat if she were really lucky. -07:42 Jul 06
Trebor: As she was facing away he silently drew the dagger and stepped closer the prick of the blade on her soft thigh was all the warning she’d need. "That though can go on the floor, drop it." his other hand went to her back sliding up to grip her hair. "Do that and I’ll give you the choice of facing me or not. Try anything and I’ll just rape you as you are." -07:47 Jul 06
Jessamine: Another cringe, and she stiffened. A churn of fear coiling tight in her stomach. How could he move so quietly? Her moment of deliberation felt as if it took a lifetime. Fingers griped the quill and left it from the desk. … she couldn’t just give herself to him. She didn’t want to be that woman! Making her choice, with a loud growl she swung backwards, trying to lash at his throat! -07:53 Jul 06
Trebor: He stepped backwards makign her swing hit nothing but ait then snapped his boot up with a high kick that hit her shoulder, then sent onother into her stomach. "You done?" he asked stepping forwards and pulling her from the desk by her hair , letting it go and sending his fist into her face. "You done trying my pacience?" he leached into his open pants and pulled out his cock that hung down, swinging slightly as he moved to grip her hair again the blade pressed into her neck, a line of blood forming. "Look at it… would you rather that, or the blade, then that in you tonight?" -07:59 Jul 06
Jessamine: "Stop, stop!" Jessamine was frozen again, hands pressed against him in a strange mix of pleading clinging and the restraint against shoving him away. The quill slipped from her fingers when she finally released, splaying her hands open in surrender. Not wanting to look, she squeezed her eyes tight again. "..I’m done..! I’m done. No more, please…?" Jessamine didn’t want to beg, but she didn’t want her throat slit either. -08:06 Jul 06
Trebor: The blade was withdrawn and he stapped away "You didn’t look.." he bent down to take her wounded hand in his and place it on his dick, already hardening as he looked down at her and hith his hadn on her chin lifted her face. "You are mine, and I will do what I want with you…" he let go and put his hand in her hair, a softer toutch as her reward for complying. "It would be a lot easier for you if you just accept that…" -08:11 Jul 06
Jessamine: Touching him was… sickening. Enraging. Before she could even think with common sense, she spit blood at him. His reward for hitting her. Almost immediately she regret it, flinching before he even made a movement. "..I’m sorry!" Even with it hissed out through her teeth in a sob it didn’t sound genuine. -08:16 Jul 06
Trebor: He pulled her head back and slapped her then let her go and pushed her so that she fell to the floor. "You will be.." he said rolling her and pulling her puls up off the floor with her on her stomach. "This is how a whore gets fucked, I’d tell you to remember that but you’ll be relinded enough if the futire… This…" he pushed his hips up against her his tip rubbign against her skin. "Is you life now." -08:20 Jul 06
Jessamine: She shuddered involuntarily, arms shifting to her elbows as she struggled to crawl out of his grasp. She was slipping in to a wild panic, stuck between screaming at him to just do it and begging him not to! Except with the numbing of her battered jaw and choking on a sob, she couldn’t get the words out for either! -08:29 Jul 06
Trebor: He did do it. Pushing into her and staying there. He thust again roughly and looked down at her. "You should be happy.. you’re tight.. you feel good. I’m happy you’re up here with me and not down there with them." she was tight and she might bleed, but that would only make it easier… "This is what you were sold to me for." -08:34 Jul 06
Jessamine: "Fuck. You." she hissed out the words between gasps. A phrase she had never said her entire life, but felt so appropriate now. It hurt as if he were tearing her open, enough that she couldn’t hold back her tears anymore and they were streaming down her face. And trying to twist out of his grasp only seemed to make it worse! -08:40 Jul 06
Trebor: He pushed in deeper until he was grinding agaist her and could feel he every twitch. He was enjoying this, and her words just made it sweeter. "Don’t tell me I’m the first.." he said "I wonder if your father will see you when he comes in here again.. maybe he;ll pay for you, I’ll have to charge him extra though. Your wrists don’t have scars and he likes them shackled…" -08:44 Jul 06
Jessamine: She didn’t want to hear it…! Another choked cry and she was pulling her arms around her head to cover her ears and bury her face. Jessamine didn’t want to know what that man did… she was supposed to get married one day, and he had sold her off to a sick bastard! She knew she was bleeding cause she could feel the warmth between her legs, but now the feeling had long since dulled to an aching throb along with the rest of her body. "I hate him…! I hate you…" came her muffled, anguished growl. -08:52 Jul 06
Trebor: He finished and pulled out letting her fall to the floor. "You can all you want, doesn’t change that you’re mine and will be for the rest of your life." he looked down at her coldly. "On your knees, I want you on your knees so you can suck this blood off of me." -09:00 Jul 06
Jessamine: Jessamine lay there for a moment, so tempted to give in to despair and just curl on the floor. But finally she shifted, limbs weak and shakey but still holding her weight as she sat on her knees. Her expression was dark, even with the tears. And now she didn’t care if he could read the thoughts on her face. Jessamine could only think Not if I kill you first.. and was seriously contemplating how long it would take a man to bleed to death if she bit off his dick! -09:06 Jul 06
Trebor: He pulled the dagger from the desk again and gripping her shoulder pressed the blade into the side fo her neck. "Do it.." he said. "All that blood and seed. Lick it off, suck it off I don’t care.." he pushed the blade in harder. "I feel any teeth and your death will not be pleasent." -09:11 Jul 06
Jessamine: It might be worth him. It might… Survival seemed to win out in the end, and she gave a reluctant nod. If she had to lap him clean like some sort of dog to live another day, she’d do it… but she would escape and he would regret it. Jessamine held that hope to her like a prized treasure, even when she leaned forward to obey his demand. And even when she had to fight to keep her teeth to herself, and curl her arms around her own body to dig her nails in to her skin to keep from clawing at him. -09:19 Jul 06
Trebor: With his hand gripping her hair he guided her as she did her task and pushed her away when she was done. This would be the last time for a while she would see the inside of his office. Then he pulled her to her feet by her shoulder adn pulled her to the door and turned her to face him. "You did well for your first time.." he unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Maybe when you see what the men do to girls you’ll thank me for doing this myself.. Until then…" he pulled her into the coridoor and pushed her into the waiting arms of two of the older whores. "Give her a room adn something to wear.. Malinda’s room, she won’t be needing it after the last time she tried to run. I want her all cleaned up by tomorow." -09:25 Jul 06
Jessamine: She was never going to forget that taste. Or this. Jessamine bit back another retort, finding solace and at least momentary safety with the other women. …There would not be a next time. -09:30 Jul 06

By Vaydia

Vay and Diana do terrible, terrible things! Generally involving grimdark settings, lots of trauma, or the polar opposite of sickening adorable and comic mayhem. Most developed settings would be the Descendants universe and the Ties universe!

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