Don't Mess With The Xioquo [Sio]

[Lief]

"Apologies, Priestess" she replied, using the title that would be easiest to remember. Aro did not want another slip up. She had made too many mistakes already this day. The woman's frown had her look down in shame, especially as she proceeded to chide her for trying to keep her pain to herself.

"I did not want to create any extra issues for my Mistress, Priestess; I have caused enough trouble already."

This was the most she'd spoken in quite some time... And probably the most truthful too. She did not want to disappoint Siobhan.

"I will be honest about it in the future, Priestess. I promise."

The woman settled her hand to Aro's cheek, causing her to briefly flinch in surprise. The other cheek looked rather sore, as it had been cut and then most likely had dirt from the cave floor in the wound. But slowly her pain began to lift.

"Thank you, Priestess; though what am I to do if something needs to be done?"

As she said this the girl shrugged out of the shirt she had been given on the dropship as well as the rags beneath, looking away awkwardly. She wasn't used to her body being seen. She had never been that kind of slave.

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[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Aro'di Sahr"]


Eileithya smiled encouragingly at the girl. She would probably be doing a lot of that. "Good girl," she said warmly when Aro affirmed she'd be more honest in the future when it came to her wellbeing. "I can teach you the basics of tending to injuries. If you're badly hurt or sick, tell your Mistress or Lady Chesna. Chesna is a kind woman and a capable healer." Though she was also a massive troll. Then again, so was the Priestess when she was in the mood.


It did not escape Eileithya's attention that the girl was a Sciian. Though it was only a sliver of power, her signature flared brightly. It made the Priestess wonder whether the girl's previous mistress had been aware of this.


Ironically, her power could've been Aro's getaway card out of slavery, since it was tradition among the Qadiri that Force-Sensitive slaves were inducted into the army or the Temple. If they succeeded in the training, they could buy back their freedom. However, judging by the vibes she was getting from the girl, she was doubtful that Aro would actually want 'freedom'.


In any case, she focused on her task. One hand was placed on Aro's sore cheek, the other on her stomach. "Relax, dear. I will not hurt you." Having said she muttered a few words in Eldarai, a prayer to the Goddess, as she drew upon her power. For she was but a vessel, a conduit for the majesty of Ashira.


The Goddess had a wrathful aspect, but also kind and compassionate one. It was this part of the duality that Eileithya called upon. Her palms began to glow brightly as the Sciiac energies flowed from her towards Aro.


Immersed in her Sciia, Eileithya slowly began to expedite the process of making the pain Aro was feeling recede and then vanish. Dirt would be banished from the wound, cuts would close and burns vanish. Of course, Aro would still be feeling rather sore and the injured areas would be quite tender, but the pain would be significantly reduced. Eileithya took a breath upon releasing her, then walked over and picked up a soaked cloth. Applying it to Aro's face, she gently cleaned it, then put the cloth down.

 

[Lief]

Aro gave a nod of her head to what the Priestess said but this time she said nothing in response. Exhaustion had caught up with her, and right now the young slave wanted nothing more than to sleep away the next few days. Even the hunger she felt was easily dismissed by fatigue.

A slight wince could be seen as the woman settled her hand upon the scarred cheek, and she tensed under the touch to her stomach. Aro knew that she wasn't going to be harmed, but it didn't stop her from feeling moderately uncomfortable. Still, this woman was someone her Mistress had brought her to see, so she would remain in place and allow the healing to take place rather than fleeing.

But she couldn't quite relax or feel at ease.

Aro did not know about her own connection to the Force, it was never a subject she had touched upon or even really thought about. Nor did she know much about the Force, or Sciia, it had never been brought up around her. She never had to fight off Force Users when working as her Queen's Bodyguard. Truly, the incident in the cave was her first real taste of it. And it was enough to put her off.

Slowly the pain dispersed. She could tell that she wasn't quite perfect yet but the process had been expedited and honestly Aro was feeling much better for it. "Thank you Priestess" she whispered, before chewing her lip and looking away after the woman cleaned her face. She wasn't used to anything like that, she didn't quite know how to take it.

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[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Aro'di Sahr"]


"I can see why Siobhan likes you," the Priestess spoke softly. In a way, Aro was the perfect slave girl for the Lady. True, she had rebelled and tried to escape, but out of devotion to her former mistress. And, well, there was little Siobhan enjoyed more than being worshipped and adored.


"There, we're done, but you should take it easy for a while. For now, get yourself something to eat. One of the slaves should have something ready for you. I'll leave the room so you can change. There's a refresher on this level."


This would allow Aro to get out of her dirty rags. "Your Mistress won't have any duties for you today, but I'm sure she'd like to see you before you go to bed." That said, she gave Aro's shoulder a soft squeeze. "If you need something, be it medical care or anything else, never hesitate to speak to her. She's a very kind woman."

 

[Lief]

The Lady Siobhan liked her? Aro was not certain how true those words are; sure, she had come to her rescue but Aro thought that had been solely a result of a fleeing slave. She was the woman's possession after all. But there was an almost freeing bluntness to the Priestess' tone that spoke of at least a small measure of truth. Aro simply blinked in bewilderment.

She was so dumbfounded that she barely registered what else had been said, before the Priestess gave her shoulder a light squeeze. Her mind worked overtime backtracking the conversation in order to catch up. "Yes, Priestess, and thank you. I feel much better now, but I'll try and rest." Try. Aro didn't know how to rest unless she was literally asleep, but she didn't want to cause any more grief.

As the Priestess left Aro turned and headed toward the refresher. She allowed herself a few solitary minutes, before washing away the grime of the past few weeks. Her skin felt delicate and tender, and she noted blood in the basin. But trusting in the Priestess' work she didn't worry about the source.

Stepping from the refresher, Aro let the cool air hit her skin. A soft sigh left her at that point, she had not been alone in what felt like an eternity, forever pestered and plagued. Or too far the other way, so locked in solitude that her mind wandered too deeply into itself. This, however, was a pleasant kind of solitude. But it could not last forever.

So it was that the young elf dressed in the fresher set of clothes, and disposed of the rags. Her footsteps took her from the place of healing toward the kitchens, where lo and behold food had been prepared. She stared at it dubiously. Then her stomach grumbled a sound she'd never heard it make, and she flew caution to the wind. Her Mistress wanted her to eat, her body wanted her to eat, her mind would have to get over it.

Before she knew it, the plate lay empty; Aro had to wonder if she had hollow legs or something. Her stomach ought to have settled at least a little, instead it did a tiny little backflip and released some butterflies which tingled across her chest.

Was she feeling nervous? Certainly not.

But as she made her way through the estate in search of her Mistress she found her pace begin to slow. Uncertainty ran laps around her mind, and she began to feel rather queasy. Siobhan had shown no form of reprimand for Aro's actions, and deep down the Elf was expecting it all the same. Now that Aro was well, now that she had been seen to, maybe that would change.

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[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Aro'di Sahr"]


The nervous, but adorable slave girl would ultimately find her Mistress lying on a rather comfy couch. By now she had gotten out of her heavy beskar armour and substituted it with an elegant purple kimono, since she liked Atrisian fashion. It was not very covering though.


However, Siobhan was not alone, for she was presently rather heatedly making out with a beautiful slave girl. Her hands roamed over Hestia's lovely body while she aggressively locked lips with her, claiming her with mouth and tongue.


The maiden seemed to notice that Aro had stepped in and a pink hue spread across her cheek. However, Siobhan interpreted her gasp as an exclamation of pleasure and instead of relenting, gave her tongue some loving.


As a consequence, whatever Hestia wanted to say was drowned out. Eventually, Siobhan seemed to notice that someone had stepped into the room and she turned around. "Oh, Aro, nice to see you up and about," she said casually and got off Hestia, who had turned lobster red and was scrambling to to find her blouse. Her Mistress had been quite aggressive, so it had been tossed somewhere after losing a few buttons. "Are you feeling better, dear?"

 

[Lief]

The scene Aro stepped into caused her eyes to widen.

Immediately the young slave dropped her gaze, and wondered if she ought to back out of the room and wait for Siobhan to be finished. Her Mistress seemed more than intent on enjoying the beauty beneath her. It brought a severe amount of colour to her cheeks. She said nothing, did nothing, until she heard Siobhan's voice and the scramble of the other slave who rushed to regain some composure.

"Hello, Mistress" the slave retorted, keeping her eyes low for modesty's sake. "I'm much better, thank you for sending me to the Priestess. And forgive me for underplaying my condition."

Aro tensed. She was on edge with anticipation, waiting for some sort of reprimand. Something. Anything. She was going stir-crazy with the compelling need to repent for her actions.

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[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Aro'di Sahr"]


Hestia was forgotten while Siobhan arose from the couch. "Two things. Firstly, never keep me in the dark about your condition again. Secondly, stop apologising. You're forgiven for your transgressions. I am not going to beat you for them. Not today, not tomorrow, not the day after," Siobhan said firmly. Her tone was commanding. Almost like the crack of a whip.


Perhaps Aro would understand, perhaps not. Maybe not acting in the way the slave girl expected her to would weaken her authority. This was something Siobhan could not judge, but as skewed as her moral code was, she would not beat someone weaker than her just to cause them pain.


"You're free of duties for tonight. I will not call you to pleasure me in my bed. Tomorrow, you will make breakfast and massage me and we will start your combat training. You will answer me honestly what you've already learned, and we will go from there. Understood?"

 

[Lief]

Aro did her best to comply. She did her best to rise toward Siobhan's standards, but she couldn't. She could not allow her crimes to go unpunished, even if Siobhan could.

As a result the girl did not leave. Instead she fell to her knees before the woman and looked to the floor.

"I can't, Mistress, I can't."

She shuddered, before her body tensed entirely. "Please, I can't just let this be dropped, Mistress; I disobeyed you, I broke my station, I ruined the very ideals I stand upon."

Shaking her head, the Elf bit her lip and breathed in slowly.

"I did the worst thing possible. And I am ashamed."

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[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Aro'di Sahr"]


There was a long pause as Siobhan thought. She furrowed her brow, feeling conflicted. Aro reacting so strongly was extremely unexpected. The same applied to Aro falling down her knees in submission.


The girl was begging her to mete out punishment. The need to be disciplined for her perceived transgression seemed overwhelmning. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, though in actuality only a few moments had passed, Siobhan swallowed her misgivings and made her choice. Even though deep down she did not feel comfortable with it.


"I see," she said at last. Tone was stern, commanding. At this point she was seemlessly turning into Mistress Thuella. "Then I as your Mistress will give you what you need. Strip down and bend over the couch. Hestia, fetch my cane." She would give the girl a caning strong enough to show marks, but not draw blood.


((Fade to black?))

 

[Lief]

Aro did not look up during the pause. She did not move.

Instead she remained in place awaiting the judgement of her Mistress. If it was to be that Aro had to listen to the previous instruction, to return to her room and rest until the morning, then so be it Aro could at least say she had tried.

But as the silence dragged on she doubted that would be the outcome.

Instead the woman spoke, her tone commanding, her whole presence shifting from what it had been. Aro waited for a moment, to ensure that she was finished with her instructions, before rising up. Still her gaze did not so much as shift in the direction of her Mistress.

"Yes Mistress" was the only response she gave, tone hushed.

As the girl began to remove her attire she felt the same sense of bashfulness reoccur, she was not used to being seen in such a way. But she was no stranger to punishment.

And so it was that the mystical curtains of Nopeville descended.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Aro'di Sahr"]


The transition from Siobhan to Mistress Thuella was so seemless because they were the same person in many ways. However, it was a mental shift that made Siobhan more comfortable with what she was doing. After all, Thuella had experience with 'slaves', but those were willing submissives.


"Here, Mistress," Hestia said demurely, looking a bit timid and nervous when she passed the cane over. Until now, the harem girl had not seen this side of her Mistress. Due to her past, Siobhan had always been extremely gentle with her.


"Good girl," Siobhan said indulgently. Taking the cane in her hand, she stepped towards Aro. Her stance radiated power, authority and severity. "You will thank me every time I strike, slave," she said sternly. Then a magical curtain descended upon them from the ether and obscured everything as the room faded to black. Once the curtain lifted, it would be the dawn of a new day.

 

[Lief]

Aro was still sore, then again she had been sore for weeks so it wasn't any different in the physical sense. Mentally, however, it was as if a huge weight had lifted. Not only was she home, she had been disciplined - an act which allowed her indiscretions to be forgiven by both Mistress and slave. In fact, if Aro had chose to dwell on it any further she would've been in the wrong. That was not the way such things worked.

As instructed the night before, she had risen early in order to prepare her Mistress' breakfast. She required no assistance in the Kitchens, although one of the prep-cooks watched her dubiously throughout. Aro was no stranger to cooking, she had come from an estate where she would rise earlier than most others in order to keep watch over her Queen. She would often make herself breakfast, and ensure that the Mistress awoke to the same.

Part of her was, in truth, confused by the surprise of the Kitchen Staff. But she didn't say a word to them, she didn't ask for clarification. Instead, once she was finished, the Elf set the plates upon a tray and made her way up towards her Mistress' chambers.

Balancing the weight with one hand, she reached out and gave the exterior of the door a slight knock. She did not want to presume that she could enter without permission.

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[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Aro'di Sahr"]


Siobhan tended to be a rather heavy sleeper. This had not always been the case. After all, a good portion of her life had been a struggle for survival. Beauty sleep was not something you got on Nar Shaddaa. However, high living had its perks.


As such she was still in bed when sweet Aro knocked on the door! The Mistress had spent a rather stimulating night with Chesna and Hestia. It was quite accurate to say that her appetites were voracious, and so she was a bit worn-out.


It took her a moment to realise that someone was knocking. Still feeling a bit groggy, she yawned slightly. Through the curtains, sun light invaded the room. "Come in," she ordered and sat up. A lazy telekinetic tug opened the door, allowing her slave girl to enter.


"Aww, Aro. Breakfast in bed for me? You're so sweet," she said cheerfully, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Siobhan was only wearing a very flimsy robe and her firemane was a bit tousled. Getting it in order always took work because it was unruly as its owner!

 

[Lief]

A few moments passed; Aro contemplated knocking again, when a voice drifted through the wood and all at once the door opened in on itself. She blinked in wonderment, before taking a few slow steps inside. The tray was held in both hands by this point, which was better for the girl. It caused less of an ache in her arms, she was still feeling rather tender but she didn't wish to trouble her Mistress with such facts.

"Good morning, Mistress" the slave said, gaze set down as ever in humility.

She walked toward the bed, plucking a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice from the tray and settling it to the side table. The last thing she wanted was juice all over her meal, Aro figured.

"I hope that you slept well, Mistress."

The slave settled down the tray into Siobhan's lap once the woman was sat upright, before taking a few steps back. She hadn't yet been dismissed afterall. She noticed, from her peripheral, the way that Siobhan looked, and could not help but blush. Truly her Mistress was a sightly gift from the Gods.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Aro'di Sahr"]


"I slept well, thank you, my darling. I hope you did as well." It seemed Siobhan had woken up in a fairly jovial mood. She eyed the tray of food happily and gratefully accepted it when Aro put it in her lap.


"You're so beautiful and submissive. I love it," she beamed, then patted a part of the bed. "Join me on the bed, sweetie. Have you already eaten?" In stark contrast to her display last night, now her tone was warm, indulgent and cheerful instead of stern.


Far as she was concerned, Aro's transgression was past history. It did not escape her attention how Aro was looking at her and this made her smile. If there was one thing Siobhan loved, then it was being fawned upon and being made the centre of attention. Regardless, she began helping herself to her breakfast. The toast and Atrisian tea was just the way she loved it.

 

[Lief]

The night before, and the weeks prior, were forgotten. Washed away in a moment of punishment, a clean slate left beneath.

Aro was more than grateful that her Mistress shared the same view.

Timid, almost sheepishly, the girl lifted her gaze toward her Mistress and managed a genuine smile at how warm she was being. It was nice to see that people were capable of waking up in a good mood. Perhaps the evening had proven cathartic for them both.

When she gave the bed a pat, however, Aro was torn. Could she really share the same spot as her Mistress?

"I have eaten, Mistress" the girl lied. She would grab something from the kitchens when she left here, it was wrong for her to eat off Siobhan's plate. Very wrong indeed.

She did not want to completely go against the woman's wishes though, so she settled on the very edge of the bed and sat rigid in place. Her eyes drifted over Siobhan for a moment before dropping back to her lap. She had such mixed feelings in that instance.

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[Siobhan Kerrigan]

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Siobhan frowned slightly. "Slave, I have given you the honour of sharing the same space with me. You're privileged. Besides, you've already shared my bed with me. Relax a bit, and come closer," Not once did she raise her voice while she spoke these words.


Rather her tone remained calm, but commanding and with an element of aristocratic haughtiness. Leaning back against her pillow, she placed her bare feet, all pale and manicured, into Aro's lap. "Massage and kiss them, my darling. I very much enjoy your skills as a masseuse," she said with an indulgent smile. It was always good to mix sternness with praise here and there! She considered offering the leftovers to the girl once she was finished, but figured Aro would not eat anything from her mistress' plate.

 

[Lief]

With all that had happened, Aro had quite forgotten their little escapades on the day of her arrival. Her cheeks glistened a deep red at the reminder and she bashfully looked away. However, she did not want to defy her Mistress' wishes and so she sat herself onto the bed so as not to anger the woman.

Aro noticed a change in the woman, it had been some time since she had been brought to serve her and it seemed to have grown on her. The woman's voice was commanding even though it remained soft, something so few managed to get right.

All at once the feet of her Mistress landed in her lap, and before she had even said a word Aro's hands had already begun to massage out any aches and pains. She knew the signs to look for; feet were an almost direct representation of the rest of the body, and knowing how to properly tend to them could make a huge difference in a person's health and wellbeing.

Or so Aro believed.

Her head dipped down, deft fingers not once slowing or ceasing their therapeutic motions, and the slave's lips adoringly pressed against the tops of her feet. There was no hesitation now, no uncertainty. This was something Aro was legitimately good at, and fond of doing.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Aro'di Sahr"]


As a rule, Siobhan almost never raised her voice when talking to her girls. Not unless she was extremely vexed. No one took someone seriously who shouted all the time because they were incapable of exercising authority otherwise. She was stern, probably excessive in terms of how much adoration she expected, but not unkind.


Moreover, the wayward Qadiri had grown on her. So she smiled and a sigh of contentment escaped her throat when Aro's very skilled fingers and lovely lips set to work. It was fair to say that Siobhan was a fair bit addicted to being pampered in such a way. Moreover, it seemed Aro had a natural skill for this.


It did not take long before she could feel her body relaxing as it was gently pulled into a beautiful state of bliss. What amplified the feeling of pleasure for Siobhan was the fact that this seemed like something Aro genuinely liked doing, instead of obeying one of her mistress' whims.


"Yeees...just like that," Siobhan purred pleasurably, closing her eyes for a moment while she let the delightful sensations wash over her. She moaned softly when adorable kisses were planted on her feet. Sio's hands were occupied since she was eating, but pleasurable invisible fingers lovingly brushed against Aro's hair and stroked it. "So skilled, so devoted. Such a lovely girl." There was a strong note of fondness in her tone.