32 comments/ 36051 views/ 36 favorites Maidens and Drakels Ch. 02 By: magicsplash Thanks to all the great feedback on my first chapter (35 favorites on my first submission!) I'll be finishing this story! I'll count myself lucky if this chapter gets even half as much praise. Anyways, hope you're all having a good summer. Please enjoy! (Also sorry this chapter took so long to write. I just went through the process of buying a new computer, and I had nothing I could use to write for about two weeks.) Maidens and Drakels Chapter 2 Even as her new owner had entered into conversation with the young Taglight man, May schemed, listening closely to their conversation for any useful information she could gather. She was pleased to finally learn her owner's name -'Conrad Faulkner'- despite his earlier attempts to hide it from her, but she did not for a second believe that Taglight had purchased innocent little Sophia for her own sake, like he brashly claimed. It just couldn't be true. There was nothing he could say to convince her he was any different from every other man and woman in the room. About halfway through, she realized that standing up was making her tired. With Conrad's attention focused entirely on Taglight, she was able to sneak around behind him, and sit down out of his gaze. She was certain he wouldn't have let her sit if he had been watching her. She sat on the ground, and stared at her legs. Then she heard a wicked, seductive little voice whispering in the back of her head. Why didn't she take a stretch? She glanced up at Conrad. He was still talking. Something about a fire and a printing press. Slowly, she pushed her shackled legs out from under her, until they rested by his side, just inches from touching his legs. She glanced up again. He hadn't noticed. May was breathing hard now, sliding her gaze between Conrad and her feet, unsure where best to focus her attention. Then, she heard him bid farewell, and she shut her eyes. Two seconds later, Conrad tripped hard over her feet, crashing into the ground. May's eyes flicked open, and a weak grin split across her face. If the gag in her mouth hadn't been tied so tight, She would have shouted 'yes'! Every conversation in the lobby stopped, and a hush fell over the assembled guests. Curious attendees turned away from their friends to stare at Conrad's crumpled body, pure astonishment plastered across their faces. May felt her heart pounding wildly under her breasts. For a very brief moment, Conrad lay still. Then abruptly, he flipped over, and stood up. But to a small twist of fear in her belly, May could see that something about him had changed. His eyes now shone with the same predatory gleam that May had caught sight of for just an instant earlier, when he had tried to undress her and she had spat all over his face. It was lust. Conrad cast a dark look at the crowd, and before May could even blink, it was almost as if nothing had happened at all. They returned to their conversations with twice and much enthusiasm as before, some of them almost shouting their words, and painfully avoided looking back Conrad's way. "Let's go. Now." He hissed. His rigid stomps echoed across the room as he dragged May towards the exist, holding the end of her leash bundled in his fist. He threw the door open with a thud, and they stepped outside into the dim evening, which was illuminated only by the tall, shaky gas street lamps that lined the edge of the road. The cold air brushed against May's bare skin, causing her to shiver. She wished that she was wearing anything but the whorish red underwear given to her by the Hounds. Above her, she could just barely make out the queer yellow lights of passing Airships, blinking weakly as they made their way across the night sky. For some reason, they made her feel very, very alone. Perhaps humiliating Conrad in front of his peers had been a bad idea. Conrad waived down a passing motorized carriage (it had recently become very fashionable to replace horses with the new miniaturized Taglight steam engines), and it pulled up by the side of the road- sleek, black, and with a single glass window on the left side of the passenger's section. The driver poked his bald head out of the front to inspect them, making sure they were worth his time. "Faulkner Manor, 23 Lux Lane." Conrad told him, reaching deep into his coat pocket and pulling out a small wad of green paper bills. May didn't know the currency well enough to be sure, but it looked like Conrad was seriously overpaying him. "You will ignore any noises you hear in the back." The driver blinked twice when he realized who his customer was, then accepted the bills without saying a word, mouth twisted in a funny little grin. There was something about the way he smiled that May found unsettling. Gripping her shoulders, Conrad shoved May into the carriage. There was nothing she could do to prevent herself from falling straight forward and smacking her chin against the hard steel floor. Poetic justice, she supposed. Except that if justice like that were real, every Arcadian soldier would have died the day they set foot on Leyland's shores. Conrad calmly stepped insider after her, and situated himself on the single black leather seat, looking down at her with a sneer. Then he wrapped a hand through her hair, and tugged hard, painfully pulling her up to her knees, forcing her to look straight at him. The engine coughed quietly as the carriage rolled in to motion, and the view from the window began to blur. Following her gaze, Conrad stiffly reached over and pulled the blind all the way down, blocking May's view of the night. "I am this close to killing you right now," he said, holding his fingers less than an inch apart in the air. His voice was smouldering. "Does that bother you?" His grey eyes bore into May's, transfixing her. Suddenly it felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking over into the sheer drop ahead, her stomach lurching in fear. She swallowed, and realized that her throat was dry. If she did the wrong thing now, she knew he wasn't joking- he was going to kill her. Despite her misgivings, she nodded. Conrad smiled widely, revealing rows of straight white teeth. "That's very good," he said, patting her head, "There might be hope for you yet." He released his fistful of her hair, and the spell was broken. Reaching down, he untied the gag her mouth, and let it fall to the ground. The carriage thumped along the quiet city streets, soft trails of smoke billowing out from either side. The rays from the street lamps flashed bars over the interior of the carriage, making it hard for May to focus on Conrad's face and guess what he was thinking. "I was going to wait until we reached my Manor to punish you for spitting all over my face earlier, but after that little fiasco in the lobby, I've changed my mind." He said, and snapped his fingers. "Stand up." "Why?" asked May, looking up at him from the ground. Conrad lifted the side of his dark coat, and May caught the glint of a silver revolver. "Because I have a gun, and I just threatened to kill you." Grudgingly, May stood up, gritting her teeth. "What, so you're going to rape me now?" She said, furiously meeting his gaze. It made her angry that his threats were really getting to her head. Conrad chuckled dryly, "No sweetheart. That wouldn't be much of a punishment, would it?" He stood up to meet her, and May made the unpleasant discover that he was a good several inches taller than she was. May blinked at he laughed at her, feigning incomprehension. Then her face lit up in understanding, "Oh I get it! Because your cock is so wonderful that I should just be dying to get it in me! That's right. So true!" She said, oozing sarcasm, "Shall I fall to my knees and worship you now?" "There's no need for the theatrics," Conrad said, with a dry smile, "But yes, I dare say that you will quite enjoy your first time with me. But that won't be happening just yet." May snorted. "So what are you going to do to me then, Conrad?" "No," Conrad frowned. "-what are you going to do to me, master." He corrected. May couldn't help herself. "There's no need to call me master, Conrad." She replied. There was a pause. Conrad regarded her coolly for a moment, appraisingly. Then in a smooth motion, he gripped her slender still tied arms, and pulled them above her head, pinning May against the back of the carriage. "I thought we just went over this," he whispered roughly, "All these childish displays of are really pushing your luck a little too far." His hot breath brushed softly over her mouth as he spoke. May bit her lip and looked away. Conrad put his hand on her chin, and firmly tilted her face back towards his. She felt herself break out in a cold sweat. "Before we do anything else, I want to hear you call me master." Conrad whispered, lazily dragging a finger across her chest, and down her breasts. His eyes roamed over her scantily clad body, and suddenly May felt very naked- more naked than she was. He ran a hand along the underside of her leg. Her lips trembled. "Stop touching me, Conrad." May insisted, closing her eyes, breathing hard. She was paralyzed with fear. For this reason, her mind didn't even register when the carriage began to slow down. Neither did Conrad's, for that matter. "One last chance." Conrad whispered, hand slowly edging closer to that sweet spot between her legs, "Go on. It's just one little word." Before May could say a thing, the soft scent of mangoes drifted by- elusive, sweet and tantalizing. It filled her nostrils up, and she wondered where it had come from. Desperate to escape her predicament, May seized on it. "What lovely cologne you're wearing, master." She said, sarcastically, spitting out the vile word at the end with as much venom as she could muster. Conrad coldly raised an eyebrow, "Cologne?" He asked, cocking his head. "What are you talking about?" A strange look came over his face. He sniffed loudly, and his tongue flicked out, tasting the air. There was a short pause. Then his eyes widened in horror. "Fuck!" He yelped, releasing May's arms and leaping back. He unceremoniously sank his hand into her collar -not even bothering with the leash- and smashed the carriage door open with a kick, pulling a very confused May behind him as he leapt out into the street. Less than a second later, the night exploded in bright orange as they carriage they had been riding in only moments before crumpled like a sheet of paper under the flames that erupted all over its body, and a wave of heat rushed over May, carrying with it the sting of smoke and the awful stench of rotting mangoes, making her want to double-up and vomit all over the street. The driver was nowhere to be, but May could hear the sound of feet running against the road several yards away from the burning carriage, and guessed that it must have been him. For a moment, May just stood there, stunned into silence, staring at the wreckage in disbelief. Then before she could even start to think again, she felt something cold and hard pressed up against the back of her neck. Twisting her head around, she realized with dismay that it was the but of Conrad's silver revolver. Oh good. "Don't even think about running," he whispered, "I'm an excellent shot, and this gun holds six rounds. Understand?" May nodded quietly. It occurred to her that with her legs tied together the way they were, she couldn't have run even if she had tried. But she was too shocked to care. "What... what just happened?" May asked, slipping her gaze between Conrad and the carriage, unsure where best to put her eyes. Conrad put a hand over his brow, and surveyed the wreckage. "Citrium gas" He said, grimly. "And what the fuck is that?" Conrad looked at her in surprise, more bemused than annoyed by her outburst. "It's sometimes called mango gas, because of the smell. Don't tell me you've never seen one before? I know for sure they used it when the navy was bombing Kingsbury." "I wasn't in the capital during the raids," said May muttered, shaking her head. She stared at the wreckage again, giving her addled mind and a chance to calm down and digest what had just happened to her. It was a hard thing to do, but slowly, she felt her sanity return. "S-so what do we do now?" She asked, nervously. "Go to the police and report this?" For the first time, she began to take in her surroundings. There was an old wine bottle lying open on the street, alongside discarded tobbaco pipes and ripped handkerchiefs, dusted with white powder. The road looked like it hadn't been maintained for over a decade, and the street lamp above her head wasn't even working. What was this place? Conrad snorted. "A Faulkner going to the police," he said, ruefully, "those pompous bastards would love that, wouldn't they?" He patted May's head, teasingly, "No girl, we won't be going to the police. What we're going to do is walk until we reach my Manor, and then I'm going to find out who is responsible for this, and kill him." "Do you know where we are?" Conrad looked around distastefully, "Yes, it's called Gullside, and I recognize this street. Luckily my home isn't too far from here." He took his coat, and drapped it over May's shivering body. "You're probably going to need this," he said. Maidens and Drakels Ch. 02 The butler glanced at May, and hesitated. "Sir, I don't believe we have any suitable quarters prepared-" "She's a slave for God's sake, put her in a cage or a something." Conrad snapped. "Sir, I don't believe we have any cages-" "- just use Lydia's old room, then. Damn it man, I don't have time to waste on this. Just do as I say, won't you?" He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at Edward expectantly. The butler nodded mutely, and turned to May, "Uh, come with me." he said, and took hold of her arm as he led her inside. He made no move to grab her leash, and May liked him for that. The Manor was so old, May had half expected to see cobwebs- but surprisingly, everything on the inside was squeaky clean and the floors literally shone in the candlelight. The hallways were warm and yellow with age, lined with potted green plants and artworks. They passed several spacious, well-lit rooms and a study filled with books, until they came to a locked teak door with a painted black drakel engraved on the front. "Who is Lydia?" May asked Edward curiously, as the man fumbled through his pockets for the key. Brandishing the key triumphantly, the butler turned to face her. "It was before I came to work here, but Ms. Lydia was Lord Faulkner's sister." He replied, "But she passed away two years ago, in a tragic accident. The other servants tell me she was only fourteen years old." He opened the door, and May followed after him into the cleanest room she had ever seen. It didn't even looked lived in, so perfect was the decor. There wasn't a single crease in the bed's stiff blue covers, and mirror was sparkling silver. The walls were painted a sheer, painful white. It reminded her a little bit of the inside of a hospital. "This was a kid's room?" May asked, perplexed. Edward coughed, "I'm told Ms. Lydia suffered from a mild form of dementia." That explained why it felt like she was on the inside of an asylum, May supposed. There were a few books stacked neatly on top of the white dresser, and the trash was filled with various little wooden toys and pens. If this room was so unused and clean, what was all this junk? "Could you maybe get these shackles off?" May asked, turning back to Edward. "Right away." He replied, with a smile. "And I'll fetch you some clothing. A dress or something." He disappeared for a few minutes, and came back with a hot coffee and a short green dress that matched her eyes. "Don't tell Lord Faulkner I gave you that." He said, handing her the drink as he began carefully undoing her shackles one by one. "He won't mind the dress. Sex slaves are supposed to look pretty, after all. But I don't think he'd approve of you being given any luxuries." "Why are you being this nice to me?" May asked, curiously, as she sipped greedily at the hot mug. There was a pause, "I suppose it's because I pity you. I wouldn't want to be in your place. Not in a million years." Edward said, perhaps feeling he had said too much, laughed softly, "I better get going. I'm sure Lord Faulkner needs my help. See you later." The door shut behind him, and from outside he shouted, "I'm going to lock you in now. Good night!" "Good night!" May called out. Left alone with her thoughts, May pondered how she felt about his last words to her. Two days ago, she knew pity would have been unbearable. Now, she didn't really mind. It was almost pleasant. Maidens and Drakels Ch. 03 Maidens and Drakels Ch. 03 A second later, Conrad had twisted her other arm behind her back and slammed her against the wall, leaving May helplessly struggling against him. His voice was very low in her ear. "I said get on the floor, little girl." May began to shake like a leaf in a hurricane, and she felt herself break out in a cold sweat. Taking her shoulder in an iron grip, Conrad forced her to her knees. Then he put his foot on the back of her head and smashed her face down, scraping her scalp against the wall. He gripped her wrists and used the rope to tie them together. "That should do it," he said, satisfied. "Now, let's get a little rough, shall we?" There was the soft hiss of leather sliding free of cloth. Fear gripped her, and May found that her body wouldn't even move. That had definitely been the sound of his belt. There was a whistle as he swung the belt through the air, and a line of cold fire shot straight across her ass. She shrieked loudly before clamping her jaw shut. "Please count the strikes as I deliver them, May." Conrad said, not a hint of a emotion in his voice. May said nothing, but defiantly jerked her head from side to side. Conrad viciously struck her again, and her fingernails dug scratches into the floor as a muffled moan escaped her lips. "If you won't count, May, then we will spend the next-" he paused to glance at the grandfather clock on the other side of the room, "- two hours doing this." "If you think that your token act of resistance is worth the pain it will no doubt cause you to endure for the next month, by all means, you have my permission to continue." May felt him pull the belt away, and shuddered in anticipation as he wound his arm back to deliver another searing blow, but she fought off her pride before he could. "Two," she gasped out, tears leaping to her eyes. There was a short silence, and then Conrad chuckled. "That's funny. Do they count differently in Leyland? Here we start at one." May could hear the smirk creeping across his face, "how about you try it my way instead, May?" May exhaled deeply but she was in no position to resist. Her cheeks in pain from pressure of his foot against the back of her skull. She wanted to get back up and hit him. "One." "There's a good girl," Conrad said, lightly dragging the belt across her back as he dangled in the air above her. It would have tickled if her ass hadn't been in so much pain. "Now we can start for real." Maidens and Drakels Ch. 03 May cut him off with a slash of her arm, "I'll call him Lord Faulkner when he sets me free, and not a moment sooner, and if you don't like it, you can go jump off an Airship .If you had any honour at all, you'd help me escape from this house yourself!" Edward put his hands on his head, and squeezed his hair, like he was trying to tear it out by the roots, "I can't May," he said, willing her to understand, "This is just the way things are in Arcadia. This is my only job, and I have my mother to think about. If I quit, who is going to pay for her house? Her water? Her food? Can't you see the bind I'm in?" "No," May said coldly. "You're just another dumb cog in this evil, human eating machine you call a city. Can't you see that something needs to change, even if it's only one step at a time? Can't you see this country needs a hero to set it straight?" She glared at Edward, daring him to reply, but the butler seemed to stare straight past her, and he closed his mouth without a word, his face contorting in a horrifying depiction of surprise. "I must say May, for a self proclaimed hero, you're being awfully mean to my servant right now," May whirled around the see Conrad leaning against the doorway in a suit of dark silk pyjamas. Her mouth fell open. How he had opened the door so silently? He smirked at her at reaction. "I don't approve of this kind of gratuitous cruelty, sweetheart. Look at poor Edward. Can't you see how torn he is? I'm running a tight operation here and that's very bad for moral, so if in the future you would be so kind..." Mat stamped her foot down on the carpet. "That's rich coming from you. If you weren't such a monster, it wouldn't matter what I said, nobody would listen to me." Conrad gave Edward a slight tip of his head, "You may leave us." The butler gave May one final glance before he walked briskly out of the room. There was silence for a few moments as May struggled to work up her confidence to deliver a second scathing remark, and Conrad regarded her quietly. Her eyes travelled involuntarily to his belt, and she looked back up almost immediately, trying not to gulp. Conrad gave her a thin mile. "Come to my room now, would you May?" He said, disappearing through the doorway. Though she hesitated, May soon followed after him, bottling up her anger so that she would be prepared to unleash it at a moment's notice. Conrad sat down his bed and the mattress sunk underneath him. He looked at her, and patted the space next to him, "Sit next to me," he said, slowly exhaling a deep breath. "I'd rather no-" May began, but his dark eyes caught hers, and she swallowed as she realized this was an offer she couldn't refuse. She trudged towards the bed, and reluctantly sat down several feet to Conrad's left. She let out a huff. "Happy now?" Without a word, Conrad reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him so that she was pressed right up against his hard body. "Look May, I know you hate me, but I'm going to tell you right now that the alternative is much worse." He looked over at her as he spoke, gauging her reaction. "I doubt it," May said, avoiding his eyes. "Don't doubt it. Part of the reason you hate me so much is because you blame me for your whole predicament, but if it wasn't me, it would have been someone else." "But it wasn't someone else. It was you." Conrad didn't seem to notice her as he went on, "So listen to me now. I have certain needs that I expect you to take care of whenever they surface. If you please me successfully, I will keep you, and you will have a bed sleep in, plenty of good water to drink, and a purpose for your life. Everything a girl could ask for. But, if you continue to be such a hassle, I will sell you."He put finger on her lips warningly when she opened her mouth to speak, and went on, "Not to a man of means like myself, from whom who can expect good treatment, but instead to a whore house, and not to a regular whore house, but instead to one I know of intimately that specializes in the most deviant fetishes imaginable. How much do you think you'd enjoy your life without any of your limbs?" May didn't say anything as she stared at him, and he poked her in the side of head. "I asked you a question, May, " he snickered coldly, "do you want to become an amputee?" May let out a breath, and shook her head mutely, trying to pretend that she couldn't see his hard erection rising in his pants as he threatened her, but given its prodigious size and the way the black silk seemed to hug to it, it was impossible to miss. There was an aroused look in Conrad's eyes as he stared at her, drinking in her fear like a starving drakel who had finally chased its prey to the edge of a cliff. "So are you going to suck my cock tonight?" There was a pause and then May nodded, reeling from what was singularly the most horrifying thing anyone had said to her, even in all the days since she'd been captured. "Get to it then," Conrad made a gesture to his pants. "Can you tell me what to do, sir?" May whispered, as she got to her feet and tugged the hem of his pants off his lap, letting his huge cock spring out from underneath. It occurred to her now as a derelict shiver made its way down her spin that perhaps if Ellise was watching this now, she would take it as a proper display of submission. If she played it off right, maybe she could win the diary and at the same time dispel the lingering feeling of revulsion that Conrad had cursed her with at the same time. A smile alighted across Conrad's face, and he put a hand on her shoulder. "Kneel." May sank to her knees, too scared to resist, looked up at Conrad with those alluring green eyes of hers as she waited for further instructions, and a thrill shot through him. "Now take it into your mouth." There was a long moment as May stared at his shaft, the she pushed her head down over him, and Conrad groaned aloud as she wrapped her tight lips around his shaft Her silky brown hair formed a chocolate curtain that surrounded her face and tickled his waist. "You should see how hot you are when you're down on your knees like this," his voice was husky as he ran his fingers through her hair, and May dropped her gaze. "No, May." Conrad settled his hand on the back of her neck. "You have to look at me or I won't enjoy it." May resisted the urge to scowl up at him, but her eyes came back up. "I'm sorry master," she mouthed, the sentence breaking into pieces as her lips slid over his cock, "maybe you can show your naïve little slave girl what to do next?" Conrad raised an eyebrow, "There's a thin line between sarcasm and bad acting, May. I want you to make sure you don't cross it again." He pushed her head down on his shaft, "suck me like you mean it." The curtain of hair began bounce to swing of her head, and she wrapped her hand around his shaft, pulled his cock out of his mouth, and then clumsily pushed it back in. He leaned back on his free elbow for a better view, giving her a irritatingly sexy smirk. "Use your tongue more," he advised as he stroked her head. The thought drifted into May's mind that if she bit down now, she could mutilate this son of a bitch for life. She grazed her teeth over his shaft uncertainly and Conrad twitched."Don't even think about," he warned, his fist tightening in her hair. May pulled her teeth back. Though she had no idea if Ellise was really there, she could feel the other woman's eyes boring in to the back of her head from the doorway. She spent several minutes bobbing her head and circling him with her tongue when suddenly, as Conrad no doubt edged his peak, she felt his hips thrust to meet her, and he began to force her head down on his stiff cock while giving her a look that could have melted a block of ice. It touched the back of her throat, and she gagged around it. Then it was out, and then in again as he began to fuck her face with long, aggressive sweeps. May felt her head roll with the intensity of his need, her own arousal spiking high in return. There was definitely something about being manhandled like this that turned her body on more than anything else she had experienced in her entire life. Less than a minute later, Conrad tensed, and let out a slight groan. Semen filled her mouth, and before she could spit, May felt him put a cool finger right on the skin in the middle of her throat. "Swallow," he said, and she gulped, leaving an acrid taste behind.