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paganchick

Most women would enjoy how lavish the place was, what was trading your freedom for every material object you could ever desire? Oceana was different though. She didn't want his things, she didn't care how lavish his palace was, she would much prefer her ship with her crew. She didn't crave material objects, she desired control.

As the handmaidens dived into action to clean her up she fought back, they would no undoubtedly have to bath her and she was not going to have it with out a fight. It wasn't that she was self conscious about her body, she had bathed naked with other females more than she had with men. It was the facts that is wasn't on her terms. She did all she could, bite claw kick, he would have been better off putting her in a cage.

DaGlobster

The handmaidens were strong, actually, much stronger than one could ever anticipate. They tried to be gentle in the beginning, but after an errant claw from Oceana led to one of the handmaidens having a rather painful looking scratch cut into their face, all semblances of gentleness faded away. Sure, she could resist, up to a point, but the places they grabbed were in no way moving anywhere any time soon. They had vice grips, those women. They held her pinned in place, and Chenaank walked over, placing the end of his cane at the bottom of Oceana's chin.

"Please don't fight it, Oceana. All you're doing is making this process more uncomfortable for yourself. Undress her." He sharply commanded, returning the cane to his side and holding it under his arm with a hand on the head.

Eventually, the handmaidens would get her undressed, with Chenaank keenly watching every moment. His presence served as a constant reminder of the inevitability of this situation. The handmaidens forcefully brought her up to her feet, and moved her (even if they had to drag her) to a separate room, which held a private bathing room. Chenaank followed them, and the door closed behind him. The water inside the lavish bathing room was tinted pink with lavender and perfumes. The basin itself was lined with gold, and fine soaps lined the walls on perfectly cut crystal shelves.

The handmaidens were about to put her into the water, before Chenaank stopped them by raising a hand. "Dilute the water even more. She's a Naiad." He stated, and one of the handmaiden nodded before walking over to a silver bucket, and taking it into another room. She came back, and dumped even more of the perfume into the water. The scent was nearly intoxicating now, and the Handmaidens forcefully lowered her in.


paganchick

The strength of the perfume was nauseating. Ocean felt herself lurch forward as she dry heaved. The smell made her feel sick and light headed. Before too long her head was pounding from the over whelming scent. And in that moment the fight had been taken out of her, but for just that moment.

She allowed the hand maidens to bathe her, she neither helped nor fought. She couldn't even think straight as she fought the nausea that seemed to all but envelope her. Ever so often fighting the urge to vomit until she couldn't fight it anymore. She reached forward instinctively.
"Bucket," She asked she she held her stomach.

DaGlobster

Chenaank snapped, and a bucket appeared just in front of Oceana. "Go ahead then, I won't blame you. I had to take this precaution. After all, you've proven to be less than cooperative so far, why would I trust a Naiad in a pool of water? You brought this on yourself." He venomously spat.

The handmaidens started to be gentler once Oceana stopped resisting, and despite the overpowering scent of the perfume, they smiled. She hadn't been the worst to come through here, and much more extreme and unpleasant methods had been used.

paganchick

A plan was being conceived in Oceana's mind. She might not fight but that didn't mean she was going to help them or the demon. She would be completely content with playing a knot on a log there. She dry heaved into the bucket several times rather violently, her body shaking and breaking out into a cold sweat. The longer she stayed in the perfume the more ill she looked. The color slowly draining from her face as she began to dry heave once more.
She didn't completely understand why she was getting so sick, but it meant he couldn't really demand much of her.

DaGlobster

Chenaank looked on as she heaved into the bucket , frowning slightly. He tapped his cane on the ground, and the water cleared itself, becoming crystal clear. Perhaps he had been a bit heavy handed at first. A sick servant was no good to him, and no good for her. If she couldn't earn her keep in his palace, it was a one-way ticket to the demon slave markets.

"When you're finished with her, allow her to dress herself, and give her a necklace, then bring her to my office." Chenaank said, and walked out of the room.

The handmaidens continued to bathe her, and when they were finished, they escorted her out of the bath and into a massive, walk-in closet with a near-infinite selection of all kinds of clothing. There was also a full complement of jewelry accessories, and even circlets.

(PICK YOUR TEMPORARY SLAVE SERVANT OUTFIT!)

paganchick

(so my original post disappeared so this one will probably be a bit lacking cause, now I'm a bit frustrated )

Once the water was clear she felt slightly better, still she felt a bit sick to her stomach. As she was brought to the wardrobe she was faced with a decision. She could try to look the most beautiful as possible, like something that should be put on a pedestal or she could try to look as bad as possible. She came to the realization that he probably would let her go he would sell her, so she decided that look her best would be her best idea.

She picked a silver grey dress with hints of blue and black. The material was flowy and layered. It was floor length but past her knees it grew more transparent with fewer layers of cloth. Her already small waist was made to look even smaller as the corset was darker grey-silver, which on enhanced her wide hips and ample breast. The sleeves were were long and flowy, only enclosed to the elbow but the fabric continued down to around her knees. She put her hair up in a half do before placing a circlet on, the silver and opal only enhancing her pale look. After lining her eyes in black she settled on a belt that hung down with jewels. She took one last look in the mirror before deciding she was ready.

(The circlet would look something like this:
http://www.medievalbridalfashions.com/catalog/images/SilverMoon_Circlet4.JPG

the belt something like this:
http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/NzYzWDgwMA==/z/ZCAAAMXQlgtSvyHI/$_35.JPG

DaGlobster

When she let the handmaidens know she was finished, they smiled again.

"Excellent choice of circlet. That one's my second favorite." One of them chimed, in and the others nodded in agreement. "I know Master can come off as a bit cruel in the beginning, but like he always tells us; 'Trust must be earned'. We were all new once, too." A second one added.

"Come along, new girl." The third said, and they approached her. One of them took her hand, and they guided her to a room with a small chest. One of them opened it up, and took out a beautiful necklace, which was made up of a single, octagonal cut sapphire set into an identically shaped rose-gold base. The chain was also rose-gold.

One of the handmaidens slipped it onto her, and one of the others spoke up. "It would interest you not to take that off until we reach Master's office." She said, and they were off again, out through the doors they came through and back into the infinite hallway. Two of them stayed while one placed a hand on Oceana's shoulder, raising another to the necklace.

"The palace seems infinite, and it indeed is, but the necklaces make it quiet the opposite. She pressed a hand to the necklace, and the palace shrunk, like it was a rubber band that had been stretched and then suddenly let go of. After a few seconds of scenery whooshing past them, the hall stopped moving, shrinking to something barely 100 feet long. Right next to one another, there were doors covering it all over its length.

In front of them, there was another pair of massive golden doors, and the handmaiden walked Oceana up to them, and removed the hand from her necklace. Behind them, the palace stretched back to its normal size, and the many servants and guards reappeared. By the golden double doors that led to Chenaank's quarters, to more of those massive golems stood, this time, however, they were giant animated suits of armor.

They opened the doors, revealing a scene like no other.

Servants scurried about, dressed in simple yet attractive work clothes for the sake of the labor they were performing. They were moving small chests, long crates, and even stacks of paper and golden bars. Others purveyed financial records, scribbled down reports, or even appraised objects. This is where the true heart of the palace was. The room stretched on forever. This was the heart of Chenaank's business.

In the center of it all, like some grand conductor of vice, stood Chenaank, looking over a sheet of parchment with a curious look in his eye. He lifted his eyes, and they fell on Oceana. He smiled, and beckoned for her to come closer. If she looked over her shoulder, she'd find the Handmaiden decidedly absent.




paganchick

Oceania held her head high and her shoulders back. Even though she still felt queezy she wouldn't let the demon see. She conducted herself like a queen, taking her time to walk to the demon as she looked around the room. Finally her eyes rested on Chenaank. She didn't want to be there, but there wasn't much to could do at that moment, she would have to tread lightly until she found a way to escape.

She finally closed most of the distance between them, where she stood silently. She raised and eyebrow and crossed her arms in an almost defiant way. Even if she was afraid of him, she wouldn't make it obvious.

DaGlobster

Chenaank closed the rest of the distance between them, his eyes methodically running over Oceana as he inspected her choice of wardrobe. "I compliment your choice of clothing, Oceana. You'll be fitting in with the rest of the girls in no time. Now, I know you must have questions, but let me answer the obvious one, concerning the pendant around your neck." Chenaank started, using the tip of his cane to point to the necklace.

"Under no circumstance are you to remove that necklace. Remember that you are a foreigner in a demonic world. I've done my best to make this habitable to those of more...mundane origins, but accidents do happen. Do I make myself clear?"

paganchick

"What happens if it come off? A vortex open up and send you to the depths of hades?" Oceania asked not seeming too worried or amused.
"I don't like sleeping with jewelry, it annoys me," She stated as some sort of explanation. She had no intentions of wearing the necklace when she slept, deciding that some risks were worth taking.

She stood there in silence for a moment, looking at Chenaank like a disemboweled walrus. The mixture of becoming a slave and the queeziness she felt in her stomach putting her in a bit of a sour, defiant mood.

DaGlobster

"Many things can happen, all of them extremely painful. The guards, for one, will attack anyone that isn't me if they're not wearing a token of my protection. Also, the necklace protects you from the constantly shifting energies of this plane of existence. Since this is my own plane, it constantly intersects with other planes. You might find yourself carried away by entities passing through, or sucked into vortexes to horrible, uncivilized places." Chenaank said, glancing at an open ledger before closing it.


paganchick

"Well wouldn't that be fun," Oceania spoke as she looked away, her attention being drawn else where. She looked at the women as they scurried here and there in disgust. She had no plans in becoming one of them. She wasn't there of her own free will so she had every intention of finding a way out. She knew she was a clever girl, and she knew she would find her way out, she always did. Always.


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