The Bargain
#1 of Dealing with the Devil
I purposely did not go into too much description as I didn't want it to be too long, if more description is preferred just comment and I'll note it for my next chapter.
~This series involves graphic scenes of sex, violence, and rape. If this bothers you, don't read it.~
Mistin grinned at Dukan as the dimwitted beast slowly processed what he had just said. The entire Vayener family was a little slow, most likely why there was only Dukan left living. In truth the only reason Dukan was alive was thanks to Mistin.
"They will pay us to create a hybrid?" Dukan repeated, absently. Of the two, Dukan was the more muscular, his skin a blue-gray in color. He had clawed wings, a barbed tail, vicious crowning horns, and long ears. Standing nearly 12 feet tall he was built for fighting. Both of them wore only loin cloths. Dukan's brow furrowed making his horns shift position in the way that always annoyed Mistin.
"Yes, yes." Mistin said, "I have the first installment here." He said, throwing a rather hefty sack of coins down between them with a great clang. Of the two Mistin was scrawny, more brains then brawn, with a quick temper. His red skin marked him as a slightly different species of demon then Dukan, as did the devil horns and blunted tail. He was also much shorter, only around 8 feet tall.
"Who?" Dukan asked, but to that Mistin just shook his head.
"Better you do not know. But with this kind of backing, just think of all the fun we can have." Mistin said with a wicked grin. Dukan looked bewildered. Mistin saw that his accomplice was not putting two and two together. He reached an arm around the shoulders of his friend and drew him close. "We have that lovely dungeon left over from your father's war, and a ton of gold. All we need now is... prey." He said, sadistically.
Dukan's yellow eyes grew wide, licking his lips as it all finally clicked.
The next day the two, dressed for a more public appearance, entered the largest of the slave auctions within the Shadowlands, the Temity Auction House. In this large place one could find any slave imaginable, any species, and any age from the newborn kit to the oldest hag. Outside the main building, less scrupulous Bondage Bringers, whom did not wish to pay the fees to auction within the building, sold their ill-gotten wares directly.
So many females had Dukan in quite a spin. Both males and females alike were sold, but Dukan had his eyes locked upon a particularly interesting female that had been handcuffed and hooked up so that her arms were held above her head and she was on her tiptoes to keep the weight off her arms. She wore only rags that barely covered her form. Seeing an interest in his wares, the Bondage Bringer grinned.
"Pretty isn't she?" He said, gripping the females face and pushing her purple hair from her face to give a better look. Dukan grinned, menacingly at the female.
If he was expecting fear he did not get it. The female spat at him, narrowing her eyes as the owner slapped her across the face sending her face to the side with a large red welt.
"She is high spirited. Caught 'er wandering by 'erself, probably an escapee." He said, glancing to Dukan, afraid the display may have discouraged his potential customer. But the demon seemed intrigued, almost aroused by her actions, licking his lips he moved closer to the wares, bringing his nose into the crook of her neck to take a deep sniff of the smaller female.
"What is her status." He asked in his deep voice, bringing a hand to grip the female's left breast. He slipped a finger into one of the rips in the rags she wore, and traced around the nipple with a claw, gently enough not to rip her flesh, but with enough pressure to cause her to try and pull away. He grinned at this, slipping an arm around her back to force her still. The seller of the girl seemed confused at the question.
"What sir?" He asked, not objecting to him trying out the merchandise, such was acceptable as long as he didn't get too rough until he purchased it. Dukan drew back, and considered the man.
"Is she a virgin?" He asked, more clearly. It was not uncommon for men like this one to take the wares they peddled first. Somehow the thought of having some deflowered high spirited female did not seem as enticing.
"Oh yes, I haven't touched her more then to check that." The Bondage Bringer said, "I am sure with the right handling she will become a placid house or pleasure slave." He noted, pushing for the sale.
Dukan smirked, the sharp points of fangs sticking out slightly as he brought his head down to the female again, moving her long hair away from her face. She tried to turn away from him, but he caught her chin in between his claws and licked her roughly on the cheek.
"Oh yes, I am sure as well." Dukan said, considering the female as he stepped back. "40 gold?" He offered, trying to lowball the seller.
"Oh no sir, for a untouched one such as this, the least I can accept is 150 gold." The seller said, feeling a sale nearing.
"An untrained runaway? Unbroken as well." Dukan said, snorting. "The highest I shall offer is 100 gold."
The seller frowned, holding out a moment to make it seem as if he would deny the offer, but after a moment he nodded, holding his hand out for the gold.
"Fine, fine sir. But only because it is getting late." The seller said, trying to make it seem as if he was compromising . The truth was he would have taken 40 gold if the demon had insisted. Dukan grinned, taking the small pouch of money Mistin had allotted him, and counted out the gold, placing it into the hand of the seller. He was handed a key, and the seller walked away to a wagon leaving Dukan his prize.
Dukan turned his attention to his new purchase, slipping toward her as he gripped the key. The truth was he had been drawn to the female enough to pay 150 gold, her spirit made him all the more interested. The fact she was unbroken and untouched together was an irresistible combination.
She glared angrily at him, being captured and manhandled had been bad enough. She had known better then to storm off from her parents home like that. But to be sold for a measly 100 gold!? As the demon neared her she turned her head away. Her hands fastened together above her head as they were kept her from any real ability to flee or fight. But as the demon reached to molest her further Mistin came up behind him.
"Dukan!" He said, glancing over to the female Dukan was advancing on. "I see you found something to amuse yourself with."
"She is pretty." Dukan said, glancing to his friend and stepping back from the female. Mistin considered the female a moment.
"I never really care what they look like Dukan." Mistin said with a chuckle, "I found a suitable female, though she cost me a bit."
Dukan inclined his head to the side. "Only one?"
"They only had one, angel's aren't a dime dozen you know." Mistin said angry at being questioned, "And at least what I bought had wings."
Dukan snorted, "She is pretty, and untouched. I will enjoy her."
Mistin's horned eyebrow raised at that, "Untouched..." He grinned toward the female, whom had taken to examining the conversation between the two, and cringed back at that look. "Well... the angel I have purchased is untouched as well. But she is of low worth, we will need a high angel if we are to get the quality our benefactor is expecting."
"Oh... then why did you purchase her?" Dukan asked, confused as to why he wasted money on a low breed.
"Our employer might wish to see our stock, we will need something to show them if they come snooping." Mistin said, "I bought a few others as well. It should hold us over a week or so."
Dukan grinned, eager to see what Mistin had purchased. "Shall I take this female to the wagon then?" He asked. Mistin nodded and Dukan approached the female, taking her handcuffs by the middle link he lifted her easily off the hook, but held her still up in the air, so that her feet did not touch the ground. She called him a slew of names, and kicked at him but he ignored it as he followed Mistin back to the wagon.