Legends of Belariath
Kitani
Kitani. She was born in a very simple village far to the south east of Nanthalion. Her mother was a slave, a catgirl with boundless beauty and grace, and a training repetoir only surpassed by the
Her mother, enslaved by a wealthy human merchant, was mostly taken in because of her beauty and grace, and skill as a sex slave. Repeatedly used by her master and never really taken care of, she managed to keep herself in tip top condition! Though, eventually, she became pregnant. Her value to the wealthy merchant dropped significantly. She was sold, while pregnant, to a dark elven man within the next week.
Now no longer in line for her prestigous title, Kitani's mother simply served, and proved to be less and less happy the longer she did so. The dark elven man repeatedly raping Kitani's mother, using her ass instead of her pussy, since he knew he could use her child as a free slave, raised to his liking. Eventually, Kitani was born. Shortly after, Kitani's mother killed herself, slitting both of her forearms from the inside of her wrist to the inside of her elbow.
Tu`Turadil. In fact, Kitani's mother was in line to -become- one, if it weren't for a fated day.
Kitani, as an infant, was a cute baby, adored by the rest of the dark elf's slaves, and raised to be a polite little girl. In the beginning, by the time she could walk, she was taught to fetch towels and linens for the dark elven man, doing all that she could to mak him happy with her childish strength and features.
As she grew up, he became more interested in her appearance, ordering the other slaves to groom her, feed her the proper foods, and work subtle magicks into her in order to develope her as a beautiful and tempting young woman. It worked, she grew up, and although the dark elven man was dissapointed in her slightly smaller than average breasts, he was -quite- pleased at her beautiful body by the time she was of age.
Now, the slaves he owned before were mostly middle aged. None of them catgirls or elves or any other race that lived short or long lives, they were getting older, fading from the dark elf's sights. He was only intent with Kitani. Always, she was ordered to walk around naked, only allowed to wear sexy little bits of underwear here and there, or stockings and garters on special occasions when his friends were over. She was forced to service strange people, mostly men, whom he was doing business with, but they were never allowed to use her pussy, only her ass.
Eventually Kitani grew tired. Her body grew weaker every day, untill she simply collapsed under the weight of a few towels one evening. The thirteen other slaves rushed to bring her to a bed, letting her rest. The dark elf was furious. He wanted his kitten slut, and he wanted her now! Even though she was a virgin, he'd enjoyed her breasts, lips, body, and ass up untill now, when he was denied -all- of her. The other slaves offered themselved to him, all of them, but he refused each of them, telling them they were too old to enjoy, and were only good for menial tasks now. He even went as far as to slap a few of them for touching him.
Kitani woke up the next morning, greeted by a few of her best friends, the slaves. She had an odd feeling, and lifted a hand to touch her neck... Her collar was gone! She found it, sliced to ribbons, the soft leather ruined by crude knives. The thirteen other slaves rushed Kitani out of the house, sending her off after several goodbyes. Rushing away Kitani fled, not knowing why she was running or why they sent her out, but it hurt. Sobbing uncontrollably, she dashed into the woods, only with her tiny little slip for clothing.
Long months passed, and she came upon a town. Nanthalion. Immediately she found herself in The Lonely Inn, owned there as a slave after a few weeks of meets and greets, and abuse as well. After a few weeks, a messenger found her, giving her a letter sealed by the local nobility from her home town. Opening it, she read the letter, surprised to find out that her former master was stabbed thirteen times, found dead and bleeding in the streets of the city. All of the suspected slaves he had owned were found, imprisoned, and executed without trial because of confessions from all of them.
Sobbing, Kitani brought the letter to the current owner of The Lonely Inn, and she was released. Without a master, an unregistered slave is no longer a slave, though those times were different than now. She went to Unigo, and began studies to become a potant mage.
Finding a knack for magic, she was trained by the current guildmaster himself, mastering spells well beyond her immediate ability. She had a knack for fire magicks, though she never outright specialized in them. Slowly, she became bored and upset, her mind wandering into a bleak spiral of near insanity. Her mind split, developing her insane persona, Blaze, and keeping her true self locked away behind a solid wall of logic. After several breakouts and trouble sprees resulting in the death of innocent people, she fled.
Taking leave of the lands, she wandered the wilderness, letting her mind seperate one persona from another. The process was hard, requiring at least a year of meditation and harmony with the wilderness around her. The fire in her blood burned away that wall of logic, letting Blaze break free into her mind. A joyous event for Blaze, though Kitani, through meditation and concentration, managed to split Blaze up into the depths of her mind, re-establishing the person back into her own, and for once in a long time she was herself again. One person. Though traces of Blaze still exist, the persona RARELY surfaces, and usually only in the event of severe trauma.
Finding her way back to Nanthalion, she started to rekindle relationships. Finding old friends, and old enemies, she wove her way back into the tapestry she forged with her old life. Slowly, it began to unravel, friends left her, lovers abandoned her, and enemies became poweruful. She locked herself away in her room in Unigo, only leaving if she was no longer herself.
Eventually, she made herself a leather tome full of people she had pretended to become, many of them female, of -several- races, and even more of them were men. The book is still locked in her room, though she rarely opens it. Now, she just wanders about, trying to find people that still enjoy her company, using her charms to have some fun, and her knowledge of the land to not only help newcomers, but be a little known bane to their existance. She was back to normal, enjoying her freedom for as long as it would last.