“And done.” Quartz spoke, partly to herself, mostly to no one else as her muscular body strained against the too tight shirt. “Ok so that takes care of the chores for the day, maybe I’ll even manage to get time for a full workout. Man I’ve been feeling a little flabby lately too. The idiot brigade seems to be out of my hair for now too.”

It wasn’t like she didn’t have work to do, to keep her in shape like before. Just, unlike before her domestic adventures here in the city didn’t involve grabbing and hauling large tracks of firewood to keep warm in the winter, or fighting off random attacks from overly aggressive predators with an axe during spring, or having to rebuild parts of her shelter in the summer, or having to reap and carry about the harvest in the autumn.

... well in some ways… ok in many ways… this whole ‘slave’ thing had proven less of a bother than she’d expected since her capture. Not having the free right of her will to do as she chose sucked though, kept on sucking since she’d been bought by a particularly bitchy asshole who thought she was all that and more.

... ok so Ruby was a good kisser.

The thought lingered, as the memory of her breath stealing lips pressed against her own returned, straining her cheeks red at the thought of it. Quietly the muscular elf continued to consider her situation. In truth, the whole being owned thing was less of an issue than she’d have figured as a technically freewoman. She’d been a peasant, tied to the land of her birth under the elven nobility. In truth no more free than she was now, only that the ‘ownership’ was something that didn’t have focused individuality attached.

When some brat noble came over and wanted to use your house for kindling since it was the ‘best gathering of sticks in the area’, you kinda had to comply with a smile on your face. She could still feel the heat on her face as she watched the place which she and her father had built, and she’d maintained for so many years after his death, go up in smoke for some asshole’s whims.

She twitched a little at the memory even as she fixed herself up, stripping away the clothing of her days work and preparing herself for what was to come next. Idly she stopped in the mirror, fingers tracing across her naked form, right up to the thing which now plagued her days, and ensured that ‘freedom’ would only at best be an illusion. That any attempt to return to the place she’d called home for so many, many years, was naught but a pipedream or a death-wish.

The mark stared back at her from the mirror, sinister as it stood out upon her back almost as if the bloody thing was leering.

Her breath quickened at the sight of it, before finally she finished her change of clothing, and the bloody thing was hidden once more beneath the folds. She had to admit, since getting the mark some things felt… more… to her. Her exercises were more effective, and her sensitivity to all kinds of things, both physical and magical was better.

She grimaced. It meant however that while she did do her exercises to stay strong, her body had solidified in ways that she’d not really wanted. Sure the extraneous bulk of muscle had shrunk a bit, those exercises she’d looked up pushing her body into a more compact shape as she worked out.

Unfortunately, it seemed that she’d be eternally destined for an overshoot, her body becoming stronger at the price of being unappealing.

She almost didn’t know why she felt so compelled to keep up the exercise routine.

But as she started she couldn’t help the feeling of relief which came with every swing of her body, every push up, ever pull up, and every stretch in the routine just made her feel so much better. She’d just need to stay out of the mirror, is all. She was already unattractive, why not go further?

The treacherous voice in her head whispered to her even as vital energy pushed though her veins as she toiled her way through the cardio section of her workout.

“Well, I don’t think I remember seeing you doing this before.” A familiar voice sounded, catching her off guard as she swung about to see just who had caught her in her routine.

Oh, great. The last person she’d wanted to see her doing this.

Ruby herself.

“... Its just a thing. I like to stay fit. Even if it makes me look ugly... it helps me feel better.” She spoke, then bit her lip.

“Look ugly?” Ruby asked, quirking one eyebrow as she leaned to the side.

“I’m an Elf. I look hideous…” She bit off the answer, grimacing at the strange look which crossed her owner’s face.

She’d given the bitch ammo.

Ruby’s face split into a grin, her ridiculous swagger apparent as she approached, fingers sliding against Quartz’ hard body as she traced the line of musculature all along her arms, then her back, then her thighs before settling to run her fingers down into the slacks between her slave-girl’s legs.

Her fingers worked their way in, tracing lines across the muscular girl’s labia with surprisingly light touches, before ramming it home, once the flow of juices had begun.

“So what’s this bullshit about you not being hot as fuck?” Ruby asked, fingers working their magic upon what belonged to her. “Fuck it Quartz, you’re supposed to be the practical girl, don’t tell me you’re going to complain about some stupid girly shit society garbage? You’re better than that nonsense. You know why I bought you?”

“Cause I was a bargain.” She muttered, trying her hardest not to react to the casual molestation of her vaginal walls. Her breath however was becoming heavy, and her cheeks bore the red of her true state of being.

“Cause you were a bargain… can’t deny that. But these guns got my attention in the first place. You were coming home with me whether or not I got you on discount.” Ruby grinned, grabbing the larger woman by her hair, even as she continued to finger Quartz hard to an ever quickening rhythm. “I fucking own your ass, cause it’s a pretty ass. And when you say you’re ugly you’re calling my decision to own you a shit one. I make plenty of shit decision Q, but you were not ever one of them. At any level.”

Then she pulled her forward, lips meeting once more in a struggle for dominance, tongues battling hard as they continued their conversation without the interruption of mere words.

Appreciative moans, gave way to more urgent noises.