The last thing she remembered was walking down the alleyway towards Grandma Cisel's Potion Shop. She wasn't going there for potions though. There'd been talk of kidnappers in town and she wanted to ask grandma Cisel if she'd heard anything. Despite her old age Grandma Cisel was still in the information game and was quite good at it too.
She had a good ten minutes until she would reach the shop, but before she could arrive she was attacked. Anything after that was blank. She couldn't recall anything besides the heat. Burning heat that surrounded her like the very air she breathed.
When she woke up she was on top of a girl with a cheeky grin. Even soot-covered, she was a beauty. Beautiful amber eyes that shone like gems. Long curly red hair like a red delicious. She could just eat her up.
"Hi, I'm Ava," she said and then passed out.
She the mumbled, "I'm Eleanor."
Eleanor got up inspected Ava closely. Contrary to Ava's cheeky grin and rosy cheeks that spoke of health, she was covered in burns, especially her hands. The remaining skin on her palms was charred black while her fingers didn't even have any skin, only bone. Her arm was blistering and red. Her shoes were nearly non-existent and her feet were also starting to blister with yellow bumps. No matter how you looked at it, she was practically on death's door with the burnt flesh of her hands sticking to his door as she begged to die.
She looked to be 15 or 16 years old and by the way she dressed as if she was on the run, probably 16.
'She's a runner,' Eleanor thought.
In this world, there are five types of people. There are the runners, the slaves, the free ones, the masters, and the owners. Typically owners are the most powerful and the runners are the lowest of the low. Though it depends on how you think of power. Runners never last long and when they're caught they either die right then and there or they are worked to death within the month. Though by principle runners who haven't been caught are equal to the free ones. Masters are the slave owners whose slaves were willingly enslaved and thus usually less powerful than owners who have many, many more slaves.
Shaking away the thought, Eleanor clutched her heart with a trembling hand and muttered under her breath, "Sorry mother, I can't keep this any longer."
She jerked her hand and the necklace around her neck snapped. She reached her hand in her shirt and brought out a beautiful pendant. The creamy gem in the middle sparkled a beautiful white. She put the gem on Ava's forehead and whispered, "Heal."
The color drained from the gem as it cracked and turned to dust. Silent tears rolled down Eleanor's face as Ava started to glow. Her body started to crack and light poured out. Starting from her head the cracks grew and soon she was shining so brightly she dimmed out the moon. After a few minutes, she exploded in light and what remained was her bare body, fully healed.
"Oops, forgot about that," Eleanor said with a light chuckle as she wiped her tears.
Ava would wake up soon and Eleanor couldn't just sit on the knowledge that Ava was a runner, but she needed to find some clothes for her first. She started to search the remains of what seemed to be a slave carage for anything she could scavenge. She spotted a charred trunk and started towards it. Inside, she found a few pairs of scampy nightwear in and scoffed, but nonetheless kept it for it was better than nothing. Digging deeper she found some rope, clothesline clips, a couple of weird rubber things, a horsewhip, cuffs that had leather on the inside, and a book on knots.
Getting an idea of what to do with Ava while she figured out whether to let her go, she decided to tie her up and cuff her. Of course, after she clothed her. She didn't know how to tie knots and since she had an oh so convenient book on it, titled, 'Bondage and Knots: All You Need to Know to Tie Up a Woman', she opened it up and followed it's instructions.
'Ok, so you go under the breast...'
'between the legs... why is there supposed to be a knot there? Whatever.'
'Wow, this is really secure. If you try to move your feet it tightens up the area around the breasts and if you try to move your hands it tightens between the legs.'
'I don't even need the cuffs.'
As Eleanor threw the cuffs behind her back, Ava woke up. Her eyes were cloudy at first, but then they became nervous, bouncing back and forth until they landed on Eleanor, for which they then widened out of surprise and then calmed from relief.
"Hey, you. Can you release me from this... whatever this is? I just saved you so, I'll call it even, K?" She tilted her head to the side and her eyes pleaded with Eleanor. She shivered, but her eyes never left Eleanor.
"Why would I undo all the hard work I put into tying you up?" Eleanor said calmly to the nearly naked woman tied up and unable to move.
Ava's amber eyes turned into saucers out of surprise and she asked, "Why would you tie me up? I just saved you! Do you strip and tie up every woman who saves you?!"
Eleanor wanted to ask Ava some questions, so thinking of lowering Ava's guard, she teased, "Only the ones I like."
Ava blushed and her eyes suddenly found the ground to be very interesting. Then she tried to move her hands out from behind her, but she felt something dig into her bottom. She moaned.
Undisturbed by the noises Ava was making, and happy about Ava dropping her guard, she started her questioning.
"What were you doing out here?"
"Why do you want to know?" Ava got defensive.
"Answer the question."
"I was... on a stroll."
"You're lying. Tell me the truth."
"No, I'm not."
"Tell me the truth, or I'll have to do something more extreme than tying you up," Eleanor said sternly.
Ava blushed, "I... I'm not lying."
"You asked for this," Eleanor said and pulled out the horsewhip she was hiding behind her. She didn't want to hurt her. This was just intimidation.
"I'm not lying!" Ava started to get fidgety and started moaning more often and her blush deepened.
Not wanting to actually hurt her, Eleanor tossed the whip to the side.
"Fine! You asked for this!" She grabbed Ava and dragged her over to the trunk. Eleanor brushed the dust off the top and sat down. She pulled Ava over her knees, pulled her nightgown off her butt.
*SLAP*
"Count it!"
*SLAP*
"Mmmm!" Ava moaned.
"If you don't count it, I won't stop until you tell the truth!" Eleanor's mom used to give her spankings for lying and not once had she been able to keep her mouth closed.
*SLAP*
"On..one." Ava moaned out, still struggling to move, trying to escape, but only causing herself to moan louder.
*SLAP*
"Mmm-Two-mmm"
*SLAP*
"Threee!"
"I will keep going until 30 and if you don't tell the truth by then, then I'll ask a different question and we'll repeat. Understood?"
*SLAP*
"...yes" Ava was silently gasping for air. Her heart was racing, her sex was dripping, her ears were pounding, her vision was cloudy, and her face was searing hot.
*SLAP*
"Fouur."
"No, that was one. You missed four and we're starting over. Now again, from one."
*SLAP*
Ava turned her head and glared at Eleanor like a child who just got tricked.
Ava lasted for longer than Eleanor expected she would. Eleanor didn't know why Ava kept on moaning, but saw that the spanking was effective and continued until they got to 29 and then Ava missed one. She knew it would break her.
"Ahhhhh!" Ava moaned as her body convulsed. She was sweating all over and taking deep heavy breathes.
"Had enough yet?" Eleanor was pleased with herself. She thought she cornered Ava, but Ava met her eyes and said, "No."
Surprised Ava wasn't giving in, Eleanor stopped. That's when Ava started to wiggle even more than before.
"Aren't... aren't you going to continue?" She asked with a hint of begging.
Eleanor thought Ava was challenging her and gave up. She put Ava on the ground and said, "No."
Ava stared at Eleanor in shock and disappointment. After a while, she couldn't hold it anymore and asked, "Why not?"
"If you're that determined, then I'll just have to leave."
Ava gasped and shouted, "No!" Shocked by herself, Ava reeled back.
"W w what I mean is that... I'll tell you, but you have to do something for me. For every question, I get a question/request. "
"What do you mean?"
"What's your name?"
"...Eleanor. My name is Eleanor Domino."
"Hi, I'm Ava. I'm out here because I'm running away."
"Why are you running away?" Eleanor asked knowingly.
"I'm running away because... I'm sick of the game. I'm sick of how I and many others are treated like pieces in a game. Lives are nothing but things to use and throw away. Why do I have to follow the rules of a game made by the people who want to enslave me? The moment I turned sixteen, nay, the moment I was born I was less than human. Cattle raised to be eaten and used. I reject that! I reject their Game. It'll be my Game if I'm going to play.
The Game Has Begun, but this time, I'm a player and I make the rules. "
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