Clipped Wings (Private for Cardiac88 and Saturn Ringer)
 

Vendetta stood upon a large wooden platform in the middle of the bustling central plaza in the city of Arkaos. Her hands were cuffed together behind her back, a red rubber ball gag occupied her mouth, and a thick black blindfold covered her blood red eyes. Her shoulder-length black-tipped silver locks shone brilliantly in the bright light of the sun, which was directly overhead at the time. The feathery white wings on her back, which had been clipped and were now useless until her feathers regrew, shone just as brightly. She was naked, all except for a black leather harness around her body which conveniently kept her private areas covered... Though her C-cup breasts were fully revealed to all onlookers. There was also a dark brown leather collar around her neck with a blank metal pad in the front, with a chain leash attached to a small ring attached to the metal pad... After today, it would no longer be blank.

As of two months ago, Vendetta was a slave. She had been cheated out of her freedom, and there was nothing she could do about it now... The slavers wanted her particularly for her breed. She was a mixed breed of human and angel. Slaves with the traits of an angel or a demon in their blood always sold for a high price...

As of today, Vendetta was twenty one years old. And today, she would be sold to her new master or mistress... She listened as the auction begun... She was the first to be sold, and she was gathering quite a large ammount of attention. The bidding went up and up... 5,000 Gold... 7,050... 10,000... The last bid to be placed was at 12,000. It was by a man, most likely some grotesque-looking noble who would bring her an early death, based on his voice...

'Please, my goddess... If I must give up my freedom, let it not be to this man...' She prayed in her mind, letting out a few mmph's from behind her ballgag...

"20,000." A silky female voice cut through the air.

Seated in the front row was a tall, thin woman wearing a dusty black dress with a wine-red corset and a tall black hat. She was an attractive woman in her thirties, with a pretty face and a curvy body, but there was something intimidating about her, perhaps the predatory look to the purple eyes fixed on Vendetta at the moment, or her very long, bone-white hair. A pair of perfectly red lips were curved into a little smile as she waited to see if anyone would try to overcome her bid.

Latasha was a witch, and known as a woman that was not to be trifled with, but slave auctions were not normally something she bothered with. Whatever she had planned for the angel girl she was studying intently, it couldn't be good.

Vendetta let out another muffled mmph, this one giving off a sense of curiosity as she heard the feminine voice cut through the air to place an even higher bid than the last! Most of the crowd went speechless. The man who had placed the bid before gritted his teeth... He didn't have nearly enough gold to go any higher, or even to be able to match that bid!

The auctioneer grinned slightly... He was right in his decision to have taken this girl as a slave... She would make him rich! "20,000 going once!" He called out glancing around the crowd to see if anyone had any higher bids. "Going twice!" He called again...

Vendetta blinked underneath the blindfold around her eyes. Her curiosity was peaked! She pulled her hands away from each other as far as she could, which wasn't very far, thanks to the cuffs which were linked together with a single short piece of iron... If only she could take off that damn blindfold!

"...And sold, to the lovely white haired woman wearing the black dress and pointed hat in the front row!" Called the auctioneer. As her part of the auction had finished, and she was appointed to her new mistress, Vendetta was led off of the platform by her handler, her breasts bouncing gently as she stepped in front of Latasha. The handler handed over the leash attached to her blank collar to Latasha...

"She's all yours... make sure to get that collar engraved at some point in case she ever gets lost." He said, before walking back to the platform as the next slave to be auctioned was led onto it.

"Thank you. I think I'll do that before I head home." Latasha said, smirking as she stood up and gave Vendetta a little tug to drag her out of the auction area.

A short distance, she paused, inspecting Vendetta with a little hum of approval.

"Oh, very nice, very nice indeed..." She remarked, walking behind Vendetta and cupping the angel's breasts curiously. "It would have been a real shame to let that boorish noble buy you."

Vendetta blushed heavily as she felt Latasha's hands around her breasts. She let out a small, muffled moan... Those were sensitive spots! She attempted to pull her hands out and away from the cuffs again, but to no avail... Her feathery white wings started to spread out slightly.

Underneath her blindfold, she was glancing towards her shoulder... She was curious still about the appearance of the woman, her new owner, who was groping her breasts... She squirmed slightly, her beet red face pointing downwards a bit.

Latasha's hands slipped upwards, slowly undoing the ball gag.

"What's your name, honey?" She asked sweetly, her lips right next to Vendetta's ear.

She wanted to hear her new pet's voice before she took a look at her eyes. An angel's voice was supposed to be their selling point in some circles, after all, and her pet was trying to look at her.

She wanted to keep her in suspense a little longer.

Vendetta slowly closed her jaw as the ball gag was removed from her mouth. She took a few deep, slow breaths, before replying. "...My name is Vendetta." She said simply, forgetting to address Latasha as her Mistress... Her voice was a beautiful soprano, very mature, and dashed with a slight childish innocence of sorts. She seemed a little nervous at the moment, and her face was still redder than a tomato.

"An odd name...Vendetta seems like the name for an avenging angel, but you have a lovely body and a sweet voice..." Latasha giggled. "But you forgot to call me Mistress. Don't let that happen again, sweetling, or it could be bad for you."

Latasha turned Vendetta around slowly, controlling every step of the movement to remind her angelic pet who was in control here. Finally, she removed the blindfold.

"Now, Vendetta, do you have the eyes of an avenger, or are they as lovely as the rest of you?" She cooed, purple eyes glittering curiously.

Vendetta frowned slightly. As her blindfold was removed, she slowly opened her blood red eyes, looking up towards Latasha. They gave off a slight look of fear mixed in with curiosity, and she was right to feel that way. "I apologize, Mistress..." She said quietly as her eyes looked over the appearance of her new owner... Just by looking at her, she could guess that Latasha was not someone who would take lightly to anything less than complete obedience... And by the magical aura coming off of her, she knew that Latasha was a witch... She would have to make sure she kept herself in check for her own well-being...

"Hm..." Latasha cocked her head.

"You have good eyes...not as innocent as I might've liked, but that can be excused." She ran a hand through Vendetta's hair slowly.

"Now, tell me, my little angel; now that you see your mistress, do you like what you see?" She crooned.

Was this a trap, fishing for flattery, or something else entirely? That predatory look had not dimmed in Latasha's eyes at all now that she had Vendetta in her clutches...