To Tame a Slave

So this is my first story! Our heroine, Alanna, is whisked away from her modern world and spirited life and finds herself in a medieval world full of fantastical beings. And then? She becomes a slave.

Please enjoy!

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"What the fuck?!" I screamed, spinning in a circle as I tried to figure out where I was. A moment ago I had... Where the hell had I been? My head pounded so hard it was becoming difficult for me to think, to process what was going on. I sat on the ground, which I idly noted was dirty and covered with what appeared to be twigs and leaves, to attempt to alleviate my stress and think. Rubbing my temples, I went over everything that had happened over the past hour. I'd been out at karaoke with my friends, having an awesome time, when I'd been hit with a killer stomach ache. So I'd gone home. I'd walked through the door, dropped my keys, and then...

Nothing. Blackness. Maybe the feeling of falling? Not actually falling, but that feeling you get when you're sitting or lying still and feel like the ground drops out from under you. And then this. I came to standing in a strange forest, the heels of my stilettos sinking in the ground, surrounded by trees so high I couldn't see the tops, and so big around two regular sized people wouldn't be able to wrap their arms around them. So I, as a relatively tiny being, felt even smaller, and ridiculously cold. My leather jacket did nothing to stop the bite in the air, further reinforcing that this was definitely not home. Fall was never this cold at night, hence the leather jacket and midriff baring tank top.

I stumbled around for a couple minutes, frustrated and a little afraid, caught somewhere between crying and screaming. Not wanting to break down and lose my head in an unfamiliar place, I settled for the latter, letting my voice shake the trees around me slightly. Done, listening to the sound echo back to me slightly, I nodded in satisfaction, and chose a direction to start walking in, idly cursing my heels. I didn't want to take them off and have to walk barefoot, but damn it, if I was going to be dropped in a strange forest, why couldn't it have been in a pair of tennis shoes?

It wasn't long before I realized that the scream had probably been a good option. I heard the sound of people approaching, talking and moving quickly as if searching for something.

"Oh thank god," I murmured. "Over here! Please, over here!" I stumbled towards the voices, not realizing I was probably making the worst mistake of my life.

Before long, I was surrounded by dark haired men in leather armor. I wasn't sure which was stranger, the armor, or the fact that they all had dark hair and pale skin. Then I noticed the swords.

"Ah, are you guys part of some medieval reenactment group or something?" They stared at me for a moment as if I might be crazy, so I skipped over that question. "Right. Um. This may sound weird, but I have no idea where I am. One moment I was in my house, and the next I was stumbling around out here. Do any of you guys have a phone I could use? And could you tell me where I am, possibly? I'm seriously kind of freaked."

One of them, who appeared to be the leader if you were going by how nice their armor was, and it was all pretty nice, turned the guy next to him. "She speaks like that blood elemental we ran into a month ago. The one at the tavern?"

His companion nodded, eyes never leaving me. "Indeed. I believed she claimed to be from some other place, which explained her strange speech and customs. This one is human, however. I can smell it on her."

I stiffened. What a weird thing to say. Smell it on me? And what was all this shit about humans and elementals and 'other places'?

"Excuse me, can you please stop fucking talking about me like I'm not here?" I snapped, the hairs raising on the back of my neck. I wasn't sure what was going on, or where this was going, but I didn't like it.

A couple of the men seemed shocked by my cussing, but a couple others laughed.

"She has a foul mouth for a human, captain. Want me to fix it?" One of them called out, leering at me. I glared at him, suddenly feeling naked in my tight jeans and skimpy shirt.

"No." The captain's voice was firm, and the men became serious again. His eyes focused on me, the intensity of them making me step back slightly, before firming up, shoulders set back and ready to face him. He walked forward, stopping within arms reach, hand coming up to touch my jaw. I smacked it away, taking a step back.

"Don't fucking touch me!" No sooner were the words out of my mouth, was I face first on the ground, arms held firm behind my back. I struggled, screaming in frustration, growing angrier when I hear laughter.

"She's quite beautiful, even with her foul mouth. She'll sell nicely, and some one else can deal with the problem of breaking her." He announced, as I felt rope being tied around my wrists. "Now the only question is, do we gag her, or do we amuse ourselves with her obscenities?" There was a loud roar of laughter, but apparently neither option was necessary, because a moment later my vision started to blur, and then I was out.

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When I woke up, I realized quickly that I appeared to be tied to something. There was no bad taste in my mouth, and I didn't have a headache, which is what I'd heard usually happened when you were knocked out by drugs, so maybe I was lucky in that respect. My eyes blinked open slowly, looking straight into the face of the man who'd kidnapped me. What did they call him? Right, the captain. Right. So it wasn't a dream. I hadn't been kidnapped by some weirdo who had a fetish for short, mouthy girls in high heels, I'd been 'captured' by a bunch of men in armor, in a place completely foreign to me. A place so foreign, I'm not even sure how I got there.

I slumped over, closing my eyes, my mind unable to process. I heard the man laugh, and then felt his hand in my hair, tugging my head up. The unexpected touch made me gasp, my eyes shooting open to look at him, as a thread of desire shot through me. His eyes widened slightly at my reaction, able to tell that it wasn't fear that had made me gasp.

"Well," he said, looking me over in a new light, "That was unexpected. Tell me, was it the pain, or the dominance that made you gasp so?" I glared at him, but it was broken when his hand shifted in my hair, twisting my head down. My breathing became slightly rougher. "Because I've seen fiery women like you who enjoy pain, but I've never seen such a spirited woman react to dominance in this way." I whimpered slightly as his hand tightened and pulled my head back up. "So tell me, which is it?"

I spit in his face.

His hand flew so fast, I never saw it coming. I cried out, and my head would have snapped to the side if he hadn't still been holding my hair. As the shock started to wear off, I realized he hadn't hit me hard, only hard enough to hurt a little, and make me feel the restrained power in his hand.

Suddenly, he was all I could see, as his face came closer, so he could press his lips to my ear. "You'll answer me now, or I'll do it again, harder," He whispered, making me shiver, both in arousal and terror. The arousal pissed me off, so I spent several moments debating whether or not I was more scared or more pissed off. I must have spent too long deliberating, forgetting about his question, because all of a sudden, my face was on fire, and I howled in pain, trying to jerk my head back, away, anything. I was still firmly caught by my hair, tears running down my face now. I flinched, feeling his hand again, but he only captured my chin, forcing me to look at him as he finally released my hair.

"Little human, you have one more chance. The next hit will knock you out, and then we'll have to wait till you wake up to get my answer. Is it the pain, or the dominance?" He stared at me, as I tried to free my chin and put off answering, but then his hand came up, threatening.

"Both!" I cried out, eyes snapping shut from the embarrassment of having to admit such a thing to the person who'd taken me captive. There was a pause, as if he was processing this, and then his free hand caressed my still stinging cheek.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" He murmured, completely letting go of my face. I let it drop, struggling to make my tears stop. He disappeared for a moment, but not nearly long enough, because his hand quickly reappeared in my hair, tugging my head up, though gentler this time. I shifted in the ropes, hating my weakness, and glared at him. "No need for your fire, this time. This is the real reason I woke you up." He pressed a canteen of water to my lips, and a gulped it down, realizing at the touch of the water how thirsty I was. It was cold, shocking my system and waking me up.

As he took it away, I shook myself, turning my glare on him full force when his eyes met mine again. He appeared startled for a moment, his dark eyes widening. "Were you aware that your eyes occasionally glow?" He asked, and then it was my turn to stare in shock.

"What?"

I never found out if he answered or not, because the next moment my vision began to go dim again, and then everything was black.