<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/Doomtown364_zps8fc2f536.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Elisabeth Boyle<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Friday Christmas eve night, December 24th, 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>not too long after midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra Volunteer Fire Brigade<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Theodore Howell, closed<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Elisabeth's head nodded shakily as the man's low deep voice spoke of his past...he had seen the evil...h ...he knew it and maybe he would understand. She bit her lower lip as she felt his huge hand encircled her own then before she realized it she was setting across his lap her firm tight ass only covered by shear silk pressed on the leather of his pants. Her green eyes widen as she feels the HUGE cock under the leather...almost unnatural in size...her mind tried to tell her to run to flee but her body almost melted...<br/><br/>His was a strength she had not encountered before since most of the 'men' she had been with came from circles of society she knew. Her hands tried to push him back as she stammered, her voice a low sultry whisper her accent only added to the exotic and sensual sound, "I ..II...you have to understand...what the dream..does to me..makes me feel...in it..I I am ravaged by 'things' I refuse to fully see...I am bound over an altar I Think...fear fills my mind but....butbut my body craves what they do...howtheytakemeusemeeverywaypossible...I am bound and gagged helpless and god help me My body loves it and I think they claim me for their evil desires...and and when I wake... the desire and the terror fills me..nor...normally I can fight the fear an..and desire but tonight is the worst its ever been...if if the things were real...I...god help me I would want to be bound helpless and used by them..."<br/><br/>Her face is in a panic as her eyes blink back tears of shame...she had never told another soul that much...how she felt afterwards. Her hands pushed against the massive muscled chest as her ass ground into the leather clad serpent in the man's pants. Her mind told her to run...to flee back to her home...but her body wanted him...wanted him to take her and do as he liked with her..she hadn't even realized that she had toed off her slippers and one ankle curled under his calf...