siren master.

master | siren | 300 years old | no claims

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mastersilaswest​:

Am I? Because that would be awesome. But, there are a lot of cutie patooties around here. Like, a whole ton! Thank you for the tip, Ambrose. I’ll work on being better about that. I wouldn’t want you to have to stab anyone. I like your wink.

You are. Like me? Yeah, I know. It’s not all about looks, though. Everyone but one person apparently has your back here. I never thought I’d like having a little brother, but I don’t want to kill you. I like having you around, we all do. I could pinch your cheeks, you’re adorable. You got it, my man. Like I said, I got your back. And you tell me if anyone tries to walk all over you. I just ordered a batch of rat poison and I’m hella curious about a few things.

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mastersilaswest​:

It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for- the big reveal, the big introduction! It’s me, your boy and favorite faerie, here to brighten your day and spice this place up! So, what’s the sitch? The word? The 411? As you can probably tell, I’m bored as hell. Any slaves looking to escape that cesspool of a basement, let a guy know! I’m sure I can find something for you to do.

Aren’t you the cutest. You sound worried about the slaves. You’ll want to watch that. Someone might take you for weak and then I’d have to stab them.

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elizadalton​:

My master’s certainly a hard act to follow; he’s got such a way with words, doesn’t he? Nevertheless, I thought I’d poke my head out and say hello — and welcome to the slaves who are joining our little family here at the Estate for the first time. For those of you who don’t already know, my name is Eliza Dalton and I’m the claimed slave of — you guessed it — Master Nathaniel himself. While this is the only way of life we have ever known, it is not lost on me that the same cannot be said for most if not all of our new arrivals. I’m not going to sugarcoat it; this is going to be a major adjustment, but like most things in this life, it can and will get easier with the passage of time — if you simply allow it to do so. And if not, well… then for your sake, I sincerely hope you enjoy pain because you’re going to become very well-acquainted with it very quickly if you refuse to follow the rules.

Question, how long did it take your Master to break you in so well? I’m curious.

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sirenmarks​:

Was there something we were supposed to be paying attention to? It’s hard to tell, being sequestered to a dungeon and all. You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t recall.

I’ll have to, huh? Funny, I don’t think it looks like you’re in any position to be telling me what I’ll have to do, slave. 

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xalessarowan​:

She heard someone coming even before the door was opened again. Perhaps it was the fact that she was jus now being allowed to hear after Gods know how long, or maybe it was the fight or flight instinct making her hyper aware of her surroundings. Whatever it was, she made sure to stay just as she had been left. It was the third instinct of survival, after all, freezing. When someone did come into the room, though, all the hairs in her body stood in anticipation. She supposed sha had been drugged for the past days, if her foggy mind was anything to go by, but now her body was finally reacting.

When rough fingers made contact with her she couldn’t help but squirm away a little. A surprised yelp made it’s way through the gag in her mouth when the open palm impacted on her ass. It was weird, how the pain felt somehow even good on her already sore muscles, was she in a different situation Alessa might have actually enjoyed it. Still, she bit down on her gag from the pain and squeezed her eyes as she felt a tear prickling to come out. How had she even landed herself in this situation? And, more importantly, how in the element’s sake was she going to get through it?

The fear billowing off of the girl in front of him was palpable, and Ambrose could taste it on his tongue like the finest wine. Sirens were very in tune with others emotions, much like succubus. He could tell that the witch was trying to figure out how to manage herself, how to survive. After his own brainwashing, he was well aware of how this place worked, so he knew what she had been through. She was human, underneath all of that brewing magic. Those categorized as slaves that were anywhere near human had it the worst here, because of how weak their bodies, minds, and spirits were. They weren’t as desensitived to it as supernatural creatures that had to prey on others to survive might be. He could tell she was still in there though, by the sound she made when he smacked her ass. Leaning in close, he licked a line up her spine from the crack of her ass up to her neck where he parted his lips to pepper bites across her neck and shoulder. He bit hard, but not hard enough to break skin. This one tasted innocent, and his body hummed as he took in the combination of fear and innocence, spiced with magic. Seeing the tears glistening at the edges of the woman’s eyes, he leaned in and licked it with a slow grin.

“Little dolly,” he spoke finally, his voice soft, serene, enchanting, calming, and mesmerizing. It was like the heavens opened up and an angel was speaking, in harmony with himself, almost sounding like multiple people. This was a voice that could lure a sailor to crash into cliffs at the edge of sea. As he spoke, he walked towards the wall where an array of toys and instruments were lined up and organized. He picked up a heart-shaped paddle and kissed it, his lips instantly flicking up into a wicked smirk that betrayed his intentions before he brought it firmly down on her ass again. And again. Then a third time, hard enough to leave a lasting mark. “Since you liked it so much.” This was about control though. Anyone could smack someone that was already bound down, he was going to make her wonder if she liked it too. His fingers slid up her thigh on one leg, stopping only once they were resting between her wet lips, fingertips bumping against what had to be an already sensitive and overstimulated clit.

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takenabeck​:

I’m paying attention, Master.

Another broken one. Fan-fucking-tastic. And she’s blonde too; somoene’s going to be real happy about their new bitch buffet.

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subpaigemathers​:

I’m glad to hear you had fun, Sir. You’re absolutely right, of course. We wouldn’t want you getting bored. Please, don’t hesitate to let me know if I can be of any service to you. 

I don’t give a fuck what you’re glad about. Look at you, already broken. I’m sure you’ll make someone very happy. 

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alessarowan​:

Days and nights blended together since Alessa arrived to the Dalton state. With no way to track time and spending all of it in an uncomfortable position while people came and went, doing with her body whatever it was that they so wished, her mind was starting to feel more like cotton than an actual brain.

She moaned in relief when she was taken down from her bindings, her sore muscles screaming in gratitude. Only when she was taken somewhere else, forced on her knees and, her hands bound again this time behind her back, and another gag forced on her mouth did she come back to her senses. A horrible wave of fear washed over her when the guards left her on the room’s floor, closing the door behind them.

What happened now?

Ambrose was lucky enough to get an entirely different experience. The Daltons used their hold on occult powers to brainwash him, twisting his wants and memories to fit their agenda. Yesterday, he’d been a free siren, calling out at ships at sea. Today, he was a Dalton, and he’d lived here his entire life. The end result was the same, though; he too felt like his mind was starting to become more like cotton than an actual brain.

That was why he’d chosen to bid on a slave, to get his mind back to where it needed to be. To clear his thoughts while he indulged. He made his way to the breaking chambers of his own free will and opened the door with his own two hands, walking in with his own two clothed feet. Alessa could not say the same. He looked at the girl, silent, waiting for him in a humbling, submissive position. Allowing himself to be heard, he cleared his throat as he stepped in further. He was quiet at first, knowing that his voice would enchant her the moment he used it. When he got close enough, he drew his fingertips along her bare skin from ass to shoulder, then lifted his hand to give her ass one good smack. The way he did it might seem dramatic, but for someone that had just spent a week being stimulated pleasurably, the smack was a distinct difference. The gag meant she couldn’t spell him, though she could still mumble around it, especially with her hands bound too, so he felt safe in standing at such a close distance, knowing she had to be pissed and confused. 

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Well, that was fun. Now that I’m recharged, how many of you are paying attention? I could get bored, you wouldn’t want that.

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masternathanieldalton​:

Two more slaves have been roused from their orientation weeks and placed in the breaking chambers. The following slaves are open for bidding: 

Xelena Marks (new arrival!) siren

Alessa Rowan (new arrival!) witch

Macon Linnux - banshee

Paige Mathers - human 

Guinevere Beck - human

Gabriel Smythe - human

Give me the witch. My only request is that you make sure she’s gagged, I don’t want to deal with a hexing tongue.