Hunter F's Slave Patronage

Chapter One: New Stock For Patronage.

What a skeletal wreck of a man this was. His pale skin wrapped tightly around strong muscles and bone scaffolding. His sunken eyes were of the deepest magma orange. He had soft black material draping his pure death white skin. A slight smirk spread across his young seductive face. His chin was strong and his cheeks were soft. He was cold, tundra cold. He always was, it was one of the social hazards of being dead. Long prominent midnight black hair hung behind him just above his waist. A black shirt was visible under his robes. The robes were sort of a cloak, all black and no detail. His trousers were the same dark black. The little skin that was exposed from his black coating was bathed in the glorious silver moonlight. Emblazoned in the precious illumination causing his skin to shimmer.

He was perched on one of the high branches of an ancient oak tree that reached out and entwined with several more. A large pond was resting in the bed of grass, the water rippling softly as the wind sauntered across it and raked the reeds causing them to dance. Most of the animal life slept, odd nocturnal wildlife however graced the night. An owls hooting nursed the air as it swooped down to take a mouse between its talons and take off once more. A dirt track laced through the trees like a thread through cloth. Bats darting back and forth gnashing at brittle gnats.

A young female stood glazing over the placid scene. The male lurking in the tree had his eyes on the attractive girls neck. His smirk grew as two long tenacious fangs filled with malice were revealed. This is why he was here, he was hungry, she was now his mark.

He sprung from his perch and glided through the air like a vampire bat attempting to sink its fangs in to the skin of an unsuspecting victim, tongues then lashing at and leeching their preys life liquid, blood. He landed and silently and gracefully behind the girl. He stood up straight and ran his finger so close to the girls neck. He let out his icy breath so it bristled the hairs on the rear side of her neck with the words "Nice night". The girl spun, startled as she fell backwards. "Wh… who are you?" She was slightly enticed by his beautiful appearance… they always were.

"Hunter F or as some know me, Forger" he made a prolonged malevolent silence to allow his name to sink in "However, you shall call me master" his voice still cool.

"What do you want?! I don't know you" she exclaimed, his orangey red eyes terrified her.

He smirked his sick and sinister smirk at the girl inducing another wave of fear through her body. "What do I want you ask?" he put effort in to prolonging the last syllable. "What I want my dear… is you" he ended softly.

Her eyes widened with fear. "What do you mean you want me?" she blurted out rather quickly and timidly.

"You see, I run a most peculiar business. It is known as Hunter F's Slave Patronage, we deal with selling people… male and female alike." He spoke with a cold touch to his voice, he really didn't care about her feelings. "You are to become part of our stock… The process is simple, first of all we capture the specimen and then break your will and resilience… crush it beyond repair… ground it in to dust… Next you go on display and are sold to whomever is willing to buy you. What happens after that who knows, I don't control it nor care… once you leave me you may get a nice owner… or perhaps some one far crueller than me." He spoke with a vindictive pleasure. "Or perhaps it's a female who will become your mistress…"

The girl let out a whimper, terrified and horrified at the idea.

She moved one foot and what seemed like a red laser has scorched the tree and inch form her face. She felt the heat and turned back to Hunter F. His hand was outstretched holding some form of blaster pistol aimed near her. He was fast, very fast. She spun on her heel hastily, before she had even taken a single step what seemed like a web of wire surrounded her, restricting her movement. Her face reluctantly dragged her gaze back up to his, she saw a wire from each of his pale fingers.

"You cannot escape me, my Dear" his voice tore through the air and pressed ominously in to her delicate ears. She replied with a brittle whimper and dropped to her knees.

"My first order for you… bow and kiss my right foot." His voice now deeper and commanding. She simply shook her head and looked at the ground.

"My dear, items do what their owners want" he then pulled his fingers so the wires around the girl bound her to the tree. His fingers then began to emit sparks and send large currents surging through her tender skin. She let out a larger yell of pain, shock and discomfort. A few moments more passed of this sinister pain before it ceased. The girl fell as much as she could against her bondage as steam was visible trailing in to the air, the wind whipping it away.

"Rather foolish of you… Just so you no longer have any urge to resist or flee from me… you shall experience immense pain". He spoke with a cruel edge in his voice. She looked terrified as he drew from his belt a syringe containing a sinister and twisted toxin. Forger pushed it steadily in to the others wrist and released the liquid. The contents drained and the needle landed on the ground with a thud.

"Carbon NC, my dear, what it does is increase the feeling of pain and discomfort by ten fold… allow me to demonstrate…" Just a second after his electricity was dancing through her again. She screamed, she cried… so much, her eyes bled tears as her throat hurt… it hurt so much. The pain stopped and the tears streaked her face. A blow from his fist crashed in to her stomach. She yelled and howled while coughing up small amounts of blood once more. The bindings released her and she dropped forward. She was flat on her stomach and her breathe was heavy. "Now, kiss my foot as I requested of you or we can go again." His voice and orange eyes still calm.

Her body was on fire and she wanted no more. Her hands gripped the ground and dragged herself towards Forger. She bowed her head to his foot and kissed it. A few seconds after she passed out, exhausted. Her dream was filled with a carrying sensation, as though she was being carried within a small space…

Authors notes on chapter (ANOC): Hehe, sorry it too so long people… if I get enough people wanting it I will try writing a chapter a month. Do be warned it may get a little twisted and perverted.