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The Attacker	By : JonStalle Category: +1 through F > Adventure Time Views: 17733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time, Pendleton Ward does. I donnot make profit from these stories they are purely for fun.

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The pink girl lay sprawled out on the floor of a dark cave like room. Clad with chains around her neck and limbs with nothing more than that to hide her shame. The violent rapes she endured the previous nights hadn't stopped, though she'd long since stopped fighting back and they'd long since ceased being "violent". At first her lack of struggle angered the Vampire, rewarding her with a few stern slaps and bruises to accompany them; though the Queen did soon become accustom to the submissiveness.

The pink girl, who lay slumbering on the cold stone floor, shook slightly with the tremors of a dream.

She was running. To where? She couldn't remember. Something was behind her, chasing her, stalking her through the dark. Her limbs were heavy, she felt like her chest was on fire. Though her moves seemed sporadic and desperate, the hunter's movements were slow, lurking and almost smooth in a feline-like manner. Whatever it was—was mocking her; playing a game of cat and mouse when there was no need for games. It was just prolonging the princess' imminent doom in a most torturous manner.

She was running toward a cliff. A cliff? Jump. She was submerged into darkness.

Bubblegum awoke coughing, and sputtering, "No!" she began to sob violently, "This can't be. This isn't how it's supposed to end."

The click of heels began to move towards her, a tall figure with long black tresses pressed back into a messy bun, clad in a white button up blouse, tight black pants that fit every curve of her figure, and black heels kneeled spoke in a cold yet seductive voice as she kneeled, "And how is it supposed to end, Princess?" A grey hand caressed her cheek as the woman leaned in closer causing her breath to hitch and head begin to swim. As her vision became clearer she could see the vampire smirking back at her and chuckling. Bubblegum dared not to speak, because her earlier attempts had earned her some stern discipline. Only speak when given permission.

Marceline was testing her slave, daring her to disobey her orders. She'd been training her from the moment she'd caught her alone that night in the forest. A fanged grin spread across the pale girl's face, "So, she can be taught?" Marceline clapped her hands mocking the girl who was eyeing her expectantly.

"Hm, have I spoken too soon?" she glared at the girl who immediately directed her gaze to the floor.

Marceline smiled triumphantly, "Ah, that's better." She walked over to the other side of the dimly lit room, and reached into a trunk pulling out long skinny object. She turned on heel and strutted back to the kneeling girl, and ran the riding crop over the girl's skin speaking softly, "You know there is no end to this, right?"

The girl remained silent causing Marceline to smirk knowingly, "You may speak."

The girl's voice seemed lost, she cleared her throat and attempted to speak, "Yes, mistress." She dared not to look up.

"And do you know why there is no end?" the tall seductress questioned.

"No."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Marceline hit the girl with the riding crop causing a smack to go throughout the room. Bonni yelped and teared up not because it hurt—which it did—but because of the pure humiliation of liking what was done to her and of how she'd been treated.

"No, what?" Marceline asked calmly.

"N-no, Mistress," Bonni said keeping her gaze to the ground hoping her eyes wouldn't betray her and let the tears fall.

"Good girl," Marceline said with a sly grin painted across her face. She ran the crop over the pink girl's cheek peering down at her; the look on her face changed when she realized the girl was sobbing lightly, she arched a brow. "Look at me," Marceline said softly to her slave who did as she was told. She ran the crop down the trail the tears had made down the pink skin then traced it over the girl's lips; then motioning for the girl to open her mouth. Bonni did as she was directed to, tasting a mixture of salt from her tears and leather as she wet the crop as she locked eyes with her mistress; this made Marceline shiver.

Marceline's voice interrupted the still silence, "There is no end, because there is no beginning. There is only me; and it will always be just that. You are mine and shall remain loyal to me until I grow tired of you. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," Bonni felt homesick pain grow in her stomach as a frown spread across her face. She missed home, though she knew her Kingdom would be in good hands until she returned but she was taken against her will—she didn't want to be here.

Marceline noticed the sadness that seemed to pour over the girl, "Cheer up, the hardest of your days are behind you. I've gotten you trained well enough for you to show you face among the public. I will take care of you; the worst of your beatings are behind you if you choose to behave."

Marceline had arranged to have her new slave shown to her room, groomed and fitted, and pampered for this evening. The entire time Bonni's face was blank, she didn't know what this was or even more so what to expect. Is this a game? What is the meaning of this all? She pondered to herself as the afternoon wore on. The room in which she was placed in was much like her own; large and very ornate with pink walls and purple trimming. Though the room was different from the one at the castle it was still much the same; she'd even managed to get some of the major details down. The princess wondered just how long she had been watching the girl. An elegant bookshelf stood against a wall in the corner and placed beside an equally elegant desk fit for a princess.

Bonni smiled, for no reason at all really. She just felt a sense of nostalgia about the room as well as something else along with it.

The doors to the room were opened causing the princess to turn and look at those who were entering. Servants came first followed by a certain Vampire dressed in a dark cloak with a very similar white blouse that covered her ample breasts just right, dark fitting pants, and heels. Bonnibel caught herself taking in the sight of the woman and quickly directed her gaze to the ground.

The vampire smiled as she walked over the girl lifting her chin, "No need for that, I am in your quarters. This is the only place in which you may speak without permission and look on as you please."

The princess returned a nervous smile and nodded.

Marceline snapped her fingers and a short blue man rushed to her side. His face wasn't as pale as Marceline's but his features were just as pointed. He kneeled while bowing his head, holding a necklace in his palms up to Marceline. She took the necklace moving closer to Bonni placing it around her neck. She could feel her delicious heat emanating from her body, and her smell it was intoxicating. After she clasped the necklace she found herself lingering with her body pressed against the other girl's. Regaining her thoughts she stepped back straightening to necklace. The pendant it held had a semi-circle enclosing an axe with a ribbon across the whole image; the same insignia was on the chain of Marceline's cloak.

"This is my house's symbol. You will wear it so people know that you are mine-"

"Like a collar?" the pink girl interjected causing the vampire to smile heartily.

"Yes, like a collar. I will not treat you as a pet; you are still a person and will be treated as such outside of your duties to me."

"Oh, because being a slave is so much more revering than being someone's pet," the princess said sarcastically, issuing an incredulous look from the vampire.

Marceline glared at the princess "You may speak as you will, but you will not disrespect me," the vampire said coldly, "Understood?"

"Yes, mistress," the princess begrudgingly replied.

Marceline feigned a smile and continued with her lecture, "Tonight there will be may people here. There will be many of them that are like you, slaves. You may converse with them and them only. You do not speak to anyone else unless you are spoken to. I do hope that I have made myself clear because I shall already be issuing you a punishment for your crass remark earlier. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, mistress," Bonni said softly.

"Good," she handed the pink girl a black mask that was lined with small diamonds up both bridges of the nose and across both sides of the brow with a space between, there was a small length of black diamond like stones handing from each side of the mask.

Bonni looked from the mask to Marceline questioningly as Marceline donned her own mask that was also black with jagged edges that made it look as if it was a shadowed figure upon her face it was also encrusted with black stones. "What?" Marceline asked the shorter girl, "Have you never been to a masquerade before?"

Bonni nodded, "I have, but I was curious about the stones."

"I am pleased that you asked. The masters and mistresses have black obsidian jewels encrusted into their masks, while the slaves have diamonds encrusted into theirs with black obsidian chains hanging about them. This is how you know who is as slave and who is a master/mistress. If that is all you care to ask at this moment we should head down stairs. I'm not one to leave my guests waiting."

With that Bonni donned her mask and followed her mistress to the ballroom making sure to maintain some distance between the two. Why me? She thought to herself.
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