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Blood slowly pooled around the unconscious girl, light shining down on her from the sun. Shadows from men hung in front of her, the sun blocking each detail with it to their backs. "She wasn't easy to catch... It took a long time to find her as well..." A small pause, followed by indistinct muttering was heard. "Yes, we also found her tree... the flowers were still white," The slightest amount of arrogance was heard in the male's voice. "There was no sign of fruit... she's a natural virgin..." A sarcastic laugh was heard from several voices behind the male.

A new voice spoke up, causing the others to silence. "Lord Voiddrake will pay out the rear for this one... a garden nymph isn't exactly the easiest thing to capture. Send her to the back to be cleaned up, make sure there are no plants around. Snap this around her as well..." The soft clanging of metal against metal could be heard, along with a slick sound. "Very well... I want her free of blood and as wet as possible when we present her... but her flower belongs to her new owner."

A soft moan of agony poured from Astyra's throat as she slowly begun to stir. She felt so sore, every part of her body felt constricted and cut off from her mind. The soft sound of water splashing around her tugged gently on the corner of her lips, thinking she had just taken a nasty fall down the waterfall. Pieces of rough fabric ran along her smooth skin, making her green hued eyelids open slightly to let through the light. Unfocused shapes were all around her, by looks of the strange lighting she was inside.

"She's coming to... bind her quickly ." The voices around her sounded like she was under water. Her hands were picked up by soft, warm hands. But they were taken by rough, calloused hands, rope wrapped tightly around her wrists. She moaned softly in pain, sitting up and blinking her eyes rapidly to regain her senses. "No, let her sit up. She needs to get a feel for things again since you knocked her out so hard." The voices became clear, she opened her eyes all the way, a frightened, unknowing look deep within them.

"Oh. She's a pretty one isn't she?" A gentle voice filled the air as Astyra looked over, seeing a dark-skinned woman with a bronze collar around her neck. A large hand grabbed her chin and pulled her over to face a man, he was without collar. "Aye, but that pretty little face might as well be covered in seed soon." He laughed throatily, but the dark-skinned woman forced him to let go and began to wash the blood off her back.

She rubbed her eyes with the back of one of her hands, looking around in the room. It looked like a normal washroom but not ones for royals and nobility, but one for servants and slaves. Collars hung along the walls, oil lit lamps hung from the ceiling, and steam hung heavy in the air from hot, grimy baths. Her feet felt cold, so she looked down, seeing how she was on an inclined plane.

The water drained towards her feet, blood and dirt mixed in with a few flowers petals. Her eyes became slightly stained with tears as she watched them wash away. The flowers she had taken such time to gently pluck from her white, blossoming tree were being washed away so simply. Her green locks hung wet over her shoulders. Flowers, vines, and leaves that had been twisted around in her locks were now limp and hung heavy from the dampness of the water's weight.

Astrya sighed deeply, thankful at least her natural shine was still there. Small, lines twisted round her forehead and her brow, ending right beside her eyes. They were just lines though, no coloring, just simple green lines that needed to be filled in. Her lips held a dark green shade that smelled lightly of pine trees. The smell of lavender no longer lingered around her as it once did. Now she smelled of blood and dirt.

She was happy her clothes were naturally water proof, made of natural vines of ivy growing together, attached to her arms and stopping a little long of her inner elbows. The same was grown together for skirt, the bottom cut into a 'v' shape, ending at her knees. Her top was a large palm frond, sewn together to keep her tender breasts protected. The water ran soundly down them, not tearing or destroying her precious plants.

The water stopped running as her legs were pulled down, letting her stand up on her own two feet. She felt a bit lethargic as she looked around for a better understanding of why. No natural light, no plants, nothing even green or pink, just black, brown, and white. She staggered along as they led her towards a bright light that lingered in a small doorway. She even had to duck to be moved through it. Standing at nearly six feet, she was tall for a female.

The sun hit her like a million bolts of lightning all at once. Temporarily blinding her and causing her to cover her eyes as she was basically loaded into the back of an iron wagon, a team of six Morgans dragging it along. Astyra's green eyes adjusted slowly, the specks of golden color in her irises seeming brighter as she watched the landscape slide by rather quickly.

There was one more person in the wagon with her, mind the two guards who looked like they had one too many drinks just a few moments ago. Their language was slurred and vulgar, their bodies swaying as they talked. Well, the other female wasn't really a person at all. White fur grew where her belly and breasts lay, black fur grown in the rest of the free spots. Her pupils were slitted like a cat quote s, except her ears and claws were more wolf-like than anything else.

"Hello there." Her voice matched that of a dominate female, but still was sad and lonely, frightened almost. "My name is Katira... I'm a Werecat. I thought I was the only one who was bought today. Who are you?" She asked quizzically, her head tilted slightly. Astyra's eyes opened in shock and confusion. Bought?

"I... umm..." She stuttered, looking at the girl with an extreme fascination. "Nice to meet you? I'85 I'm uh'85 I'm Astyra... I'm a Garden Nymph... what do you mean by bought?" Katira's eyes grew slightly as she laughed, before seeing that Astyra was serious as she stopped. "You mean... you don't know? Listen here, green doll... feel your neck. That metal thing? That's a collar you're going to have to wear till the day you die. That is, if you die... or even survive."

"Oh, one more thing... you have some bark on your leg." Katria reached her hand forward, grabbing a hold of the bark-looking substance along her leg, only to find it wouldn't come off. "Yah'85 dblquote Astyra sighed. "That's actually part of my skin. It's what happens when you quote re born from a tree and some bushes. And please don't ask how. I'm sure it wasn't exactly like that, but I guess I'll learn as my time passes.

Katria shifted slightly, looking over yonder, sniffing. "Stop!" She screamed, standing up as a messenger riding a brown quarter horse came galloping up. He handed a sealed envelope to the driver, before riding away. The driver spoke, his voice sounding old and worn. "Katria Th... ty... whatever. Katria, your Master has died from his sickness. The orders are to bring you to the next town for the auction today. I am also supposed to bring Astyra."

A look of shock and terror flashed over Katria's eyes as she sat back down, her hands held tightly together. "I... its impossible..." She shuttered softly, her breathing shaky. Astyra moved over and sat beside the shaking female, nudging her softly. "Hey... er... wolfgirl... what's wrong?" She was never good with names. And the fact of this girl freaked out by simple news was something to be curious about.

"You don't get it, do you?! I was going to spend my life taking care of an old man who misses the small company of his children and wife until he died. Now I... WE are going to be sold at an auction to who knows! There are things out there bigger than us. Gryphons, hydras, serpents, tigers, even humans. Do you know what they'll think when they see us!?" The startled werecat sat there, shaking and breathing heavily.

Time passed slowly, but the wagon traveled fast. They quickly approached a large city. People ran about, others being dragged and screaming for mercy. A rich girl would pass by, men drooling and trying to sneak a peek at cleavage. A very fast talking male's voice could be heard. Astyra could pick out a few words that sounded like numbers.

She opened her mouth to ask what that was, before she was roughly yanked off the back of the wagon by one of the guards. Her knees hit the hard board of a wooden stage. Her foliage and hair were grabbed by many different hands, pushed every which way. She managed to bite a few of them, only to receive a slap in return.

At the edge of the crowd, a large feral black dragon and a midnight blue naga were conversing, telling of their latest buys. The sudden arrival of a Garden Nymph upon the stage took the feral dragons' eye. "Hmmm... what do you suppose that one is?" His voice was proud deep, almost a growl, befitting a large beast such as himself.

The naga's voice sounded more like water, his scales shining in the cloudy sunlight. "It seems to be a Nymph... Garden by her skin. It is nearly impossible to catch one of those beauties alive. Why don't you take her, Zan. I hate vegetables on my meal." Both laughed softly, before the large dragon pushed his way through the crowd, swinging his tail freely, all four of his legs daring anyone to step within his way.

"Wrap her up, John. I will take her. Two thousand gold coins." A small bid started and a loud growl quickly silenced it. "SOLD!" The voice rang out quickly. It had not taken two minutes before Astyra was up, then sold, only to be sent to the back to be cleaned up once more.par

Astyra was helped up by a pair of gentle hands, slowly guiding her back to another room lit by oil lamps that smelled strongly of dirt. "I... what... who?" A finger was pressed against her lips to silence her as her collar was removed, only for another to be snapped on. A grime-covered mirror was held in front of her. Her eyes widened slightly as she touched the shiny silver collar around her neck.

Small emerald jewels adorned the collar with the initials 'ZV' etched into each gem. "ZV?" She questioned, squinting her eyes at the mirror to see if she had gotten that right. Suddenly, a long knife was taken to her clothing. Leaves fell all around her; she barley wore armbands, a mini skirt, and a tiny little tube top.

She whimpered softly, her hair being pulled into a simple updo, stringy green hair falling around freely. Flowers were shoved into her hair. She felt completely naked and out of her element. There were no things growing in the ground. All of her elements were destroyed. She was set upon her feet once more, being led out of the door and back into the blinding sunlight.par

"Ah, here comes the newest addition to my little... heh... family." The dragon laughed once more. It sounded as if he was growling at the naga once more. Astyra swallowed and dug her heels into the ground as they continued to push her forward. The result, she fell flat on her face in front of the large dragon. She scrambled to her feet, her knees knocking together.

The naga slid up quickly, grasping her chin and pulling it towards him. "Ahhh... she's a beauty, I was right." She snapped her teeth at him, but he pulled it quickly away. "And she has a spirit!" His laugh sent chills up her spine that made her take a step closer to the dragon. He leaned his large snout down, sniffing silently at her. "She smells of the forests of the north..."

Astyra jumped back, too scared to even try to slap him. She was throughly stunned. "Uh.. hi?" Another deep laughed from the feral beast made her jump. "What is your name, Pet?" He circled her slightly, checking every curl of her body. "I'm Astyra..." He snapped his teeth sharply at her, causing her to fall back, stunned once more.

"No. You are what I want you to be. If I wish to call you my cum whore, you will come when I call. If you are a good slave. I might call you by a nickname." She nodded softly, swallowing hard. "Ummm... yes? Uh. Sir?" She stood up, looking at him with wide eyes. He nodded approvingly, settling down to watch the rest of the slaves be sold off. An anthro stallion, a human female and a male, two wolves for protection.

Katria had been watching everyone be sold off. She actually was getting bored. Her boredom was quickly replaced by fear as she too was ripped away from the wagon, forced upon stage and having to be held down to keep from running away. She fought every step of the way, only for numbers to be ran off at a fast pace. She felt so trapped within this small space. And the fact that hands were going places they didn't mean to be.

"Ohhhh, take a look at that little morsel." The naga whistled loudly, grinning with his serrated teeth. Both Astyra and the dragon looked up to the stage. Astyra let out a small gasp, seeing Katira up there. Her heart stopped for a moment to see the closet thing to a friend she had ever had up there. A soft rumbling was heard nearby them. Astyra looked to the naga, who was rubbing his stomach and eyeing Katira hungrily.

"Oh my, n-" She cut herself off, adverting her eyes to the ground. "Ahhh, you may have that one, my friend. I already have a morsel for my home." The feral dragon leaned down, letting his tongue run along the entire right side of Astyra, making her shiver with disturbing thoughts.

"Seventy-five!" The naga shouted, still eyeing Katira with a deadly intent. She shifted, looking very uncomfortable. The auctioneer wasn't hearing any higher bids for the werecat that continued to be groped on the stage. Astyra's chest was rising and falling with a quick pace. "What is it, Pet?" Her new 'Master' whispered, looking at her with a perked brow.

"That's... she's... the girl... up there. Please, don't let him kill her." Her voice was quiet, even she could barley hear it. "Why? She is nothing more than a common slave. What is she to you?" The dragon's voice held a bit of rage and annoyance as he laid down, looking at her. "She's... my friend. Her name is Katria and she was never meant to be here."

"What would I care?" His voice boomed softly, his head slithering towards her. She could hear the voice of the auctioneer ringing in her ears. Going once... "Please, save her. I beg of you. She's all alone." The dragon lowered his head, laying it upon his front paws. "Tell me a bit about her." He commanded, his eyes narrowing at her.

"S-s-she's... her name is Katria and she's about my age... I-I think." She swallowed, her stuttering not decreasing anytime soon. Going twice... "She's a werecat and she was suppose to be taking care of a old, sick man wh-" A loud growl silenced her, also making her jump back some. "What is she?" Asytra had sparked his interest, he stopped narrowing his eyes, his head cocked slightly.

"I... she's a werecat." Silently, the feral beast asked his friend for forgiveness. "Two hundred." His voice was once more loud, silencing the entire crowd. "Sold to Lord Voiddrake! And that concludes this auction! Thank you!" The auctioneer stopped his bidding and gathered the money he was owed.

The naga stood there with a slightly opened jaw as the werecat was led down, as was Astyra, towards a blackened, metal carriage with no windows and only one door locked with a silver lock and key. Katria and Astyra clung to each other tightly as the bindings around their ankles and wrists were taken off and they were forced into the black carriage, a loud lock sounding to show they were alone.

"I thought you were dead... I'm sorry, Katira. I didn't want you to die in front of everyone. I didn't even think you were going to die right away. Katira, I'm so sorry!" Astyra grabbed onto the confused girl, holding her tightly. "Astyra, what are you sorry about? I got bought, you got bought. It's how it goes. Now, calm down and tell me why your sorry."

After a small hiccup, the nymph started to explain what she had heard and what she thought would have become of her almost-nearly-friend. Katira was as pale as a ghost, even through the black and white fur. The werecat gently fixed Astyra's leafy clothes as the carriage started to move. The sound of great and powerful wings above didn't even need to be given a thought to. That was the sound of their new owner.

The carriage came to a sharp stop. To which the door slammed open, the dragon standing in place. "Your names, now." He demanded to know. Both girls stammered, afraid to see what would happen if they did not comply. Neither had been around a dominate figure, every probably. "Astyra." "Katira." A soft grunt was heard deep within his throat as he thought about something for a moment.

"You two shall be happy to know that you won't ever have to call me by my true name. No slave of mine ever shall. I am Master. I am Sir. I am not Dragon, Lizard, or Mister. Any of those shall earn you a punishment severe enough to cause you to beg for death. I shall call you by what I wish, not by what you wish." A sort of grin formed upon his face.

He stepped to the side to show a large, mansion like home. His thirty foot long form needed a big enough house to accommodate itself, but this would have been able to house hundreds of him. Even the door was adorned with jewels, precious, rare jewels. The fountain seemed to be made of some metal that seemed to radiate heat.par Even the walls seemed made of stone mixed with different metals and gems. Every inch of the home was extraordinary, extravagant, and elegant. Not a speck of dirt out of place, even the roses seemed so happy with their surroundings they grew golden petals. Both girls gasped, which seemed to please the dragon as the double doors opened.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the once peaceful and magnificent garden. Both girls smiles faded as they once more clung to each other for comfort. They were forced in by the guards that escorted them. As they entered the doors, torches were lit along one single wall. The sound of chains reverberating off of black marble walls echoed through the grand hall.

Their eyes ran to the chains that held two, bloody arms locked within it. Two servants slowly filleted the skin from a man who was still alive and kicking, pieces of bloody flesh sliding to the ground with a sickening plop! Blood pooled endlessly around both the maids, seeming never ending, drenching them both in it.

Both the girls hearts sank as a purr of deep satisfaction was behind them. The dragon nudged his head between the two, splitting the girls up. "Welcome to my home, my new Pets... I hope you enjoy your stay." He licked each girl once, as if tasting them before lumbering away on all fours, leaving them to watch in horror as the torture and malice continued.