<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Ashley</strong> with Alfreic Slate in the woods</span><br/><br/><br/>Ashley began to shake when Mr. Slate threw her to the ground.  'Keep it together now, Ashley.'  She told herself.  Refusing to cower, she sat where she landed and watched the man that was Alfreic Slate as he stormed above her.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I want to know you in exchange for an alliance," he said finally.  "I want you to expose yourself to me, and I want every inch of your flesh to open to me for inspection."[/]</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>[]  he said to her.[/]<br/><br/>Ashley staired up at him for a moment and looked deep into his eyes.  Seeing more the man there and less the tormented soul, she knew that what she chose to do could possible decide both of their fates right now.<br/><br/>Slowly she stood, and in one easy movement, lifted the gown that covered her.  That she had no corset nor shift on allowed her pert breasts to spring immediatly forth.  Leaning over, she removed her boots, then she untied her pantaloons and let them fall into a puddle at her feet.  Kicking her feet free from her the cloth, she put her hands at her sides and stood there naked.<br/><br/>She kept her eyes foreward and her head up.  The only sign that she might be bothered by her state was the blush that stained across her breasts and rose to spill up her neck and paint both of her cheeks a bright red.<br/><br/><strong>"I am as I have been made, naked before you Mr. Slate as you asked. Look your fill."</strong>She murmered.  Her voice was soft, but resolute, and held no fear of him.<br/><br/><br/>