...." Jess maintained her grim countenance and made no sound. Varge ran a rough hand up her arm to her shoulder and flicked her ear with his finger. "Been getting some sun, hmmm? Elf breed." Jess stood immobile, refusing to be goaded by his insults and give him the satisfaction of responding. Ordinarily, the ogre-breed would never be so bold, knowing what she could do to him if she regained her freedom. She reasoned he must have been drinking before coming aboard; rum gave him courage and worsened his already foul disposition. Varge pressed himself close against her. "Maybe I buy you, eh?" he breathed at her in as sensual a tone as he could manage. "Take you in my bed and make a real woman out of you..." The rum on his breath sickened her almost as much as the thought, although she knew as well as he did that if he tried it--though it might cost her life--he would never again force his loathsome bulk on another slave. Varge pushed himself away and flicked at her left nipple with his index finger until it stiffened against her will, and chuckled gruffly. "No," he stated, "I no buy you today. Got no need for ugly slave girl like you when there be other pretties to play with. I wonder..." Varge looked back at the open hatch into the hold, where other slavers were emerging with their prizes. |