Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)
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				Title: <strong>Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 11:54:43</strong>
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				<br><br>FACILITY :: ROOM #2 :: Currently rented to <strong>Henri Dubois </strong><br><br>OCCUPANT :: <strong>Alexis Nicoli</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 05:28:37</strong>
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				Henri sat on the couch, his eyes slowly shutting after his long day of work.&nbsp; Beside him lay his and his wife's cell phones.&nbsp; She didn't need hers around the house, there was no one that she needed to call that she couldn’t speak with right in front of him.&nbsp; Why did she need to talk with anyone outside of his hearing unless it was for perhaps buying a birthday present?&nbsp; She knew that he hated surprises, at least in the form of parties. She'd learned <em>that</em> early on into their marriage.&nbsp; He'd beaten her until she got the point.&nbsp; No one embarrassed him. No one. <br><br>Both of the cell phones went off, a text coming in. Same text on both phones and he looked quickly.&nbsp; He bid and then put the phone down, still feeling quite lazy.&nbsp; He scratched an itch on his thigh through his khaki trousers and listened to the sounds of dishes being washed in the kitchen.&nbsp; She really was a good wife. Usually.&nbsp; <br><br>Dragging a hand through his brown hair, his muscles bunching as his arm lifted and his fingers gliding through his silky, short tresses easily, he looked back at the television and then back at the phone when it went off again.&nbsp; Hers did not, as she had not bid the first time. <br><br>Five hundred thousand? For that? He looked it over carefully and then read the rest of the message.&nbsp; His eyes widened and his cock twitched in his snug trousers.&nbsp; Hell yes.&nbsp; He bid again.&nbsp; Over the course of the next ten minutes, the bid rose higher and higher as he waited in anticipation.&nbsp; He bid again, each time that his text was returned.&nbsp; The number crept up to over two million US dollars. Two point three… He bid and finally won at three million.&nbsp; By the time that he had won, his anticipation and adrenaline were so high that he couldn't wait.&nbsp; His wife got ravished, luckily for her, that time she wanted it, though her screams really were so delightful that he could almost cum just from hearing them.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>Heavy, steel toed boots stomped along the corridor as he made his way to room number two, the suite that he rented at the facility.&nbsp; The old torture chambers had been remodeled, everything was clean but still looked dark and depraved.&nbsp; Bondage furniture stood over every available space in one room and one wall of the main room held an array of sex toys that were either intended to cause great pleasure or pain. <br><br>The figure, as usual, tied to the metal chair with a bag over her head, wasn't much different than any other time that he'd been a patron though the intent…the entire atmosphere was more charged.&nbsp; He got a thrill out of killing, it was a sexual fetish that got him harder than steel.&nbsp; His heart pounded and his tongue darted out over his lips as he looked at the figure, the burlap over her face moving with the speed of her breathing.&nbsp; He would bet that she was scared.&nbsp; <br><br>He made little noise as he walked around the chair, looking the newer device over and seeing that there was a hole in the bottom.&nbsp; He chuckled despite his trying to be quiet. He couldn't help it and that was unusual for him. Vasek had thought of <em>everything</em>.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Tressed Imp</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 21:51:45</strong>
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				Alexis had woken to pitch darkness, which was unusual; even in the dead of night in her hotel room, there was some small source of light, illuminating the room enough that she could find her way to the adjacent bathroom. <br><br>The second thing that begged her attention was the feel of fabric over her face. Aha.. the sheet must be covering her face, and that's why it seemed so dark. She tried to reach up tp brush the sheet back, but.. her hands were rooted in place!<br><br>A not so pretty exclamation came from her as fear clogged her throat. Something was <strong>very</strong> wrong.<br><br><em>Relax, Alex,</em> she scolded herself. <em>Think. Calm down and think.</em> <br><br>She took a deep breath in, held it for five seconds and then released it. This calming exercise was repeated several times. <br><br>Her lashes fluttered against the fabric of what must surely be a sack over her head. Her hands were tied to something, and an experimental tug of her legs revealed they too were tied, by the ankles. In spite of her efforts to remain calm, her breath began to come in rapid pants. She could almost smell her fear, dripping off of her body like sweat from an athlete. <br><br>Her ears strained to pick up on some sound, and they were only greeted by whispers of noise too faint to decipher. Until the chuckle. She turned her head towards the laughter, the hair on her arms standing straight up in terror. <br><br>She nervously moistened her lips under the hood, and she pushed her voice past the strangled grasp fear had on it. "P-please... don't hurt me. I'm a v-virgin, and... and my father will p-pay well to have m-me returned that way.." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 00:14:06</strong>
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				The picture of the beauty burned in his mind, sending the ache lower and lower until it pooled in his abdomen and pressed against the fly of his trousers.&nbsp; His flesh stiffened, the pants just confined him and he wasn't even fully hard yet!&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes watched her closely as she tried to lift her arms and legs.&nbsp; A delighted smile appeared over his lips though it lasted only a brief few seconds.&nbsp; He felt like a kid in a candy shop and she was his buffet of the most delectable confections known to man.&nbsp; <br><br>Henri's deep blue gaze moved from the trembling figure and to the work table, the tools that he'd specified be prepared for his joys were present; an O-ring gag, a foam ball gag, nipple clamps and weights, a strong vibrator with a rounded head and long handle, spreader bars, wrist and ankle cuffs, and a blindfold.&nbsp; The two gags were for different reasons. If he got tired of her talking before he was ready to plug her piggy little mouth with his cock, he could use either that he got a whim for. Though it would probably be easier to use the O ring first, should he desire an answer from her, for shits and giggles at the very least, he would be better off starting with the ball that he could remove at will and wouldn't wear her mouth out with it.&nbsp; The foam allowed her to bite down but made it hard to talk, which would be frustrating.&nbsp; He would enjoy her frustration. <br><br>"Please don't huuurt meeee! I'm a virgin, my daddeeee looooves meeee!" He mocked her in a high pitched tone, the words thick with his French accent. Poor little chérie. Her daddy wasn't going to be able to help her. <br><br>"Oh shut up, American Piggy! Oink, oink!"&nbsp; He snorted at her and then made piggy sounds, pressing his face right up against her neck and made a swine-like snorting squeal near her ear.&nbsp; He laughed derisively and patted her face through the burlap, the pat rough and sarcastic, harsh against her flesh.&nbsp; "Money is not what I need, not what I crave."&nbsp; His fingers trailed over the burlap covering her cheekbone.&nbsp; "Money I have. Your pussy is what I want."&nbsp; And so much more but he wasn't going to spoil the surprise.&nbsp; "Keep screaming for me, <em>chérie</em>," he said softly, his tone not loving or kind but deep and rough. "I love it when you scream."&nbsp; He reached to her chest and ripped her shirt open.&nbsp; Reaching for a small blade he dragged it down over the material of the sack and her flesh, pressing the tip against her skin and leaving a red mark trailing after.&nbsp; When he reached her bra, the knife sawed through it as strong fingers pulled it slightly away from her skin.&nbsp; He didn't want to mar her, not yet. Not juuuust yet. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Tressed Imp</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 23:43:17</strong>
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				At his words and tone, she stiffened in her binds. Oh great. Girls in romance novels were usually abducted by gentlemanly criminals. It was just her luck to get taken by an asshole. Not that she'd wanted to be kidnapped in the first place... <br><br>Oh, he was so rude!<br><br>She started at the snort and the pig sounds had her nails biting into her palms as her body was filled with anger. Jerking away at the feel of him against her neck, she cursed softly. The words grew louder at the pats to the bag covering her face. "You god damn mother fucking son of a bitch, get your hands OFF of me!"<br><br>Oh yeah, she could swear like a sailor, courtesy of her rough Italian family. She usually didn't. It just wasn't a very feminine thing to do. But piss her off, and colorful words would swarm the air like crows in a feeding frenzy. She was livid now. It was better than showing how frightened she was.<br><br>Pretending she wasn't scared almost witless became harder when he said he wanted her pussy. He was going to <em>rape</em> her. That wasn't completely unexpected, but she had been hopeful that he only intended to ransom her. This man wanted her body, wanted her screams. He would and could take the first, but she'd eat shit before she screamed for him. <br><br>Her dad always said she was stubborn. This trip to Europe was an excellent example of her tenacity. She'd wanted to go with friends, he wanted her to travel with family. She had won that particular battle, but it didn't feel much like a victory now. <br><br>Her obscured vision made it so easy for him to surprise her, and her mouth flew open to issue a startled scream when her shirt was ripped open. Teeth clamped down into a lip to stop the sound before it even left her mouth. She fought not to flinch at the feel&nbsp; of a knife pressing&nbsp; into her skin, though she was helpless to stifle the whimper in her throat. Goose pimples dotted her skin and her nipples hardened at the sudden assault of cooler air against her skin, robbed suddenly of some of the warmth of her shirt and bra. Damn it. Those were expensive too. <br><br>"Bastard. My father will find you and kill you. He's in the mob, you know." She had absolutely no idea if that were true or not, but her family's involvement in organized crime was a never ending rumor. Given their rough looks and behavior, plus the almost constant bodyguards that accompanied Alexis, she was convinced it was true. She hoped this brute would be equally convinced. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 05:58:46</strong>
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				A derisive sneer lit his face as he watched the bag over her head move with her words. He knew that her face was one of almost unmeasured and unequaled beauty; it was one of the reasons that he'd paid such a large amount of money for the woman.&nbsp; Just knowing what was under that sack made his balls tingle…but…all in good time. All in good time.&nbsp; He pondered her quietly, chuckling at her outburst.&nbsp; He wanted to keep this one around for a while. She had fire, something that he wanted to extinguish in her. Killing her would be a waste.&nbsp; Such pieces of prime looking pussy didn't come around every day.<br><br>"Such language from a lady's mouth!" he insisted quietly, a chuckle leaving his lips as he looked down at her, his face twisted in an expression of sarcasm. He wouldn't strike her that time. No. Not that time.&nbsp; He walked to the bathroom of the suite and got one of the small, paper wrapped bars of soap. "You'll pay for such language. Have you ever had your mouth washed out?"&nbsp; Would he? Yes. He'd make her eat the damn bar of white, dry cleanliness if she kept on.&nbsp; Vulgarity had no place in a woman's mouth unless she was asking him to fuck her.&nbsp; His wife was an exception. Rarely.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I will not keep my hands off of you, <em>chérie</em>.&nbsp; I like handling my property. You belong to me." He trailed his fingers across her cheek bone, through the sack.&nbsp; "Very beautiful property. I paid a lot for you and I intend to get my money's worth."&nbsp; <br><br>The way that she stifled her screaming as the blade pressed coldly against her flesh made him wonder whether she was biting her tongue or her lips in order to succeed.&nbsp; He'd find out soon enough but he wanted those mountainous tits freed for his perusal. <br><br>His knees pressed against the floor - beautiful stone that matched the carpet in other rooms beautifully.&nbsp; It was his responsibility to make sure that he didn't bloody up certain parts of the suite. He didn't really see a problem with that so long as the bitch did what she was told. "Oh. Is he now? I suppose zat I should be scared, non? I don't think that I am, chérie."&nbsp; He chuckled as he bared her breasts completely, pushing the ruined garments over her shoulders and down her back. <br><br>"What lovely tits that Miss Piggy has!"&nbsp; He palmed them, testing the weight of them in his hands and then squeezed them roughly before letting them fall.&nbsp; His eyes were glued to her flesh every second, watching how they moved and fell.&nbsp; Without warning, his right hand reached out and slapped hard against her left breast, his left hand repeated the same stinging blow to her right one.&nbsp; He grinned as they swung wildly across her chest, continuing the gesture over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.&nbsp; He kept going until her breasts were red and purple, some spots dotted with blood that had risen to the surface.&nbsp; <br><br>Henri growled low in his throat and moved swiftly toward her, grabbing her tits in his hands and crushing them together before pinching her nipples between his fingers and pulling back.&nbsp; He wasn't gentle in his ministrations, holding the jugs up by the nubs, supporting them only by the buds centered on each beautiful breast. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Tressed Imp</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 19:15:08</strong>
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				She held her breath and tilted her head, cocking an ear to listen to the sound of retreating footsteps. Maybe he was leaving. Maybe he’d changed his mind, or had just wanted to scare her. But no, she could hear him walking back towards her.<br><br>She didn’t respond to his question about having her mouth washed out. She was smart, and she learned quickly. He didn’t like swear words, and it was best not to piss him off. But still…. She hissed at him, “I do NOT belong to you…” A soft growl sprung forth from the recesses of her throat as she tried to jerk away from the pressure against her cheek. <br><br>Damn it. Her insistence that her family had mob ties hadn’t swayed him at all. Panic rose in her throat like bile as he pushed her cut clothing down her body. It stole her breath away and caused her heart to pound erratically in her chest. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came close to passing out. <br><br>No. She had to stay in the present. Passing out wouldn’t do any good. She <em>was</em> smart. She could figure a way out of this. She could do whatever was necessary to survive this.&nbsp; And he couldn’t win. She wouldn’t let him…<br><br>This line of thought was interrupted by the words “Miss Piggy,” and she glared sightlessly under the sack as she snapped out. “Don’t call me that!” One couldn’t tell by looking at her, but she’d once been overweight and had endured taunts like that. She’d been the spoiled princess, the only girl, in a large family, and her size showed just how indulged she was. It wasn’t until she became a teenager that she did something about it, using her stubbornness to avoid fatty foods and to make herself exercise until her body was slim and shapely. <br><br>She cried out softly as his palms slid against her heavy breasts. Again, she bit her lip, trying to keep sounds of fear from leaking out. He was the sort to get off on such noises, and she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. <br><br>This resolve was sorely tested when his hand suddenly and surprisingly slapped against her breast. First she grunted at the pain. But after several more such strikes against her soft flesh, she began to cry loudly, her lip swollen and bloody from the effort of holding in screams. Her chest muscles ached at the continuous pull of her globes of flesh as the weight swung wildly back and forth. But that was nothing compared to the pain in her breasts themselves, where the pain was excruciating. <br><br>She heard the growl and tried to shrink back into her chair, seeking some shelter from the abuse he was inflicting on her. Tears flooded her pretty face and soaked the fabric of the bag over her head. Breathing became even more of a chore as he held her breasts up only by the nipples. Her back arched inwards in the attempt to relieve the pressure on her poor tortured buds. <br><br>It was clear to her that this man wasn’t interested in giving her any sort of unwilling pleasure. He only wished to hurt her. It was also clear to her that the tortured was only just beginning. She whimpered in fear. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 10:25:34</strong>
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				The sounds of her holding her breath, or rather the lack thereof, intrigued him. Why was the little one holding her breath? Why did she not want to have the life giving air whoosh into her lungs? <br><br>"Ah, but you do, you do my little one. You are my property. You were captured. Brought here. They sold you to me to do whatever that I wish with you.&nbsp; Keep you… kill you… sell you… I have not made up my mind yet, but don't worry, either way there will be much pain and so much pleasure. You will see."&nbsp; He patted the top of the bag, essentially patting her head.&nbsp; <br><br>He did not understand why he shouldn’t call her Miss Piggy but he did know that he didn't like her tone of voice.&nbsp; "Poor little piggy. Oink. Oink.&nbsp; American piggy has a big mouth.&nbsp; I'll take care of that when I put my big cock in it."&nbsp; He chuckled and stroked the bag softly.&nbsp; "Little Miss American Piggy.&nbsp; I do not like Americans, but I do like you. You are strong. Passionate. Angry.&nbsp; We'll see how good you put that mouth to work later, won't we."&nbsp; He chuckled again and moved around her. <br><br>The sounds that came from her, whether she tried to stifle them or not, made his cock rock hard in his pants.&nbsp; He leaned very close to her, pressing his erection against her shoulder and her neck, letting her feel what she did to him.&nbsp; <br><br>He pulled the bag from her face, seeing the mess that her hair had become.&nbsp; Her beautiful face streaked with tears and…the blood on her lips.&nbsp; "Cherie, there is no reason for you to destroy yourself. That is my job."&nbsp; As he looked into her eyes, an ache filled his body. No. He would not be able to kill this one.&nbsp; Such beauty was hard to come by and it would be a waste to rid the world of her magnificence.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>No. Instead… he would make her his. Make her his slave.&nbsp; In time… he would even bring her home to be with him, even if his wife did not approve.&nbsp; "You… are more beautiful than your picture, Cherie. Much more exquisite. The photo did not do you justice."&nbsp; His big hand reached for her cheek, trailing his fingers across it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well, his plans could be derailed if the bitch didn't cooperate.&nbsp; He would have to see how she acted.&nbsp; He dropped to his knees and salved her nipples with his tongue, running soft fingers over her aching breasts as he teased her nubs gently, a kindness that contrasted with his rougher, more abusive touch.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Tressed Imp</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 18:20:13</strong>
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				Panic threatened to drown her as she jerked away from the hand patting her head through whatever covered her face. She had to focus on other things, like the sound of his voice. He was very obviously French, and his voice was deep, which would usually indicate a big man with loads of masculinity. That assumption didn't always pan out though, as she had seen big men with small voices and little men with big ones. <br><br>The distraction worked for a bit, until she felt him against her. The man was hard. How disgusting. And disturbing. He had her bound, with her vision obscured, while he called her names, and it turned him on. What kind of man was he? He must be a monster, a thought which did not help Alexis feel any relief. <br><br>Sudden light filled her vision as the man pulled the covering from her face, and she soon saw that it had been a bag. Her gaze traveled from that up to his face, and on the way, she briefly decided she had been right -- he was a big man. Surprisingly, he was also handsome, though in a hard way, with a face that seemed as though it had been carved from stone. <br><br>As he gazed into her deep brown eyes, she couldn't keep the fear from showing. He appeared to be very strong, with muscles bulging along his arms. How would she ever escape him? She cast a brief glance around the room and noted the various forbidding looking furnishings. Her eyes were brought back to his face as his hand moved towards her, and she defiantly jerked away, movement that did little good as he caressed her soft cheek anyway. <br><br>She watched warily as he dropped to his knees, preparing for some new form of torture. But he only ran his tongue and fingers over her flesh, which were inflamed with pain. Such touches were even harder to bear, as in spite of her fear, in spite of his monstrosity, they felt good. Her back slightly arched, nipples swelling to hardness against his touch. "P-please... don't... d-do that-t, Monsieur.." <br><br>There had to be some manner of escape, some way that she could get away from him. She had to try. Closing her eyes, she focused on home and her family. "Please let me go... m-my father will worry about me, and it will kill him. Don't you have anyone you love? How would you feel if they disappeared?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 13:41:03</strong>
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				"So beautiful, Cherie. You should be a trophy, not hidden away. A virgin? That's truly a special jewel but you will not hold that burden for long.&nbsp; You will grow to love my cock though I am a bit of how you say…a sadist? Oui. Sadist.&nbsp; I like your pain and through your pain I will give you pleasure as well.&nbsp; Behave and I will either keep you are sell you into slavery where a woman of your beauty will be cherished for her true gifts.&nbsp; Piss me off too badly and you will consider death to be a mercy that will come only by starvation, dehydration, exhaustion, or slow and painful bleeding to death."&nbsp; <br><br>He saw her eyes roaming over his body; he wondered if she appreciated the masculine beauty that stood before her.&nbsp; Surely she would, she didn't seem to be a fool so far.&nbsp; "Are you thirsty, pet? If so, if you are good I will give you some cool and refreshing water."&nbsp; He looked her over carefully.&nbsp; He noted her flinching but didn't mind it, it was to be expected. They all flinched, they all resisted being touched at first.&nbsp; Perhaps if she valued her life, she would begin to act properly like the slut that she was destined to be.&nbsp; All women were gifted with that. A slut body. She'd taken good care of hers and it was in top form.&nbsp; He reached down between her legs and rubbed her mound through her clothing as he licked and sucked on her abused nipples.&nbsp; "I appreciate your manners, Cherie, but you must understand that you are mine.&nbsp; I'm going to touch you anywhere that I want.&nbsp; Because you were polite, I will not punish you for that.&nbsp; For that you are very fortunate."&nbsp; He continued to lick and rub her, not willing to give up his control at that moment. <br><br>"Of course, I have people that I love very much, but we all die one day and were they to disappear then they wouldn't have been worth it, would they? So obviously abandoning me would be punishable by being completely written off."&nbsp; He petted her head, brushing her hair out of the way.&nbsp; "Let me brush your hair without flinching and I will get you that water."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Tressed Imp</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 04:26:16</strong>
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				Didn't rapists always tell their victims they would hurt them if they didn't behave or if they screamed? That's how it always happened in the movies, but as she looked at him, she knew he was speaking the truth. He wanted to do more than just rape her. He intended to pleasure himself through hurting her. Terror overwhelmed her, and her eyes filled with tears, which soon spilled over to course down her face. <br><br>And if she didn't do what he said, he'd sell her. Would that be worse than what he would do to her? She forgot to breathe, her eyes wide in horror as he recounted the ways she could die at his hands. She held an unfailing conviction that he would do it if she made him angry. <br><br>She sobbed as she looked down at him, salty tears perched on her luscious lips. "Please, Monieur.... please don't hurt me. I'll behave. Please don't hurt me," she babbled, the chair holding her shaking from the force of her trembles. <br><br>"Ah," she muttered softly as his fingers skillfully rubbed at her. She would have expected the fear and intimidation she felt of him to freeze her senses, to make her unable to feel anything but alarm, but her perceptions were heightened, every part of her body alive with sensation. Her hips slightly lifted, pushing her pubic mound deeper into the reach of his hand, and the tug of his mouth on her abused nipples drew an answering tug from the depths of her. A soft flush settled on her cheekbones as she realized, in spite of everything, she was wet.<br><br>She didn't reply to his assertion that she was his. There was nothing she could or would say. She wouldn't agree and fear of him kept her from disagreeing. Her hope plummeted, committing suicide at his words; he would not be swayed by the thought of those she loved missing her. He was hard, cold, without a shred of humanity. A monster. <br><br>Her head nodded. Yes, water. It wasn't an escape, but perhaps it would delay the inevitable. "Yes, I am thirsty," she whispered as she looked at him with tragic eyes. She held still for him, waiting for him to touch her as he wished. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 01:02:22</strong>
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				"How you're treated here depends on how you act. You're learning early. If you keep your word then I will keep mine, of that you can be sure, chérie."&nbsp; He stroked her face gently.&nbsp; He was a sadist, to be sure, but the beauty before him could move a heart of stone, he would take that to the bank.&nbsp; She surely had her father wrapped around her little finger, along with any boy that had ever given her two glances.&nbsp; <br><br>Seeing the flush on her cheeks, he thought that she was probably just embarrassed by the situation.&nbsp; Her silence made him wonder if she was just being quiet or beginning to accept that she wasn’t going anywhere, that she was his property.&nbsp; No. She couldn't be getting close, not yet.&nbsp; He'd have to teach her that she was his, that if she was good she would be rewarded. <br><br>He lifted the brush from the table. "While you are here, you will always look your best. Always. You will do your makeup and brush your hair straight and shiny.&nbsp; I will curl or straighten it for you if you like."&nbsp; He wasn't about to let something that could be wielded as a weapon fall into her hands, surely she had a crafty mind as all sluts did.&nbsp; Men who claimed that women were stupid were ignorant.&nbsp; Women were calculating creatures, determined to make a man weak and use their bodies to every advantage.&nbsp; His wife did, he saw it daily.&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly the bristles merged with her dark locks, the plastic tips danced along her scalp as he dragged it down.&nbsp; He sighed and started working is way up from the bottom, working out the tangles and making her hair smooth and soft.&nbsp; "Such beautiful hair."&nbsp; His gentleness probably looked odd on a man of his size and strength.&nbsp; He thought that women were beautiful and that they should embrace their inner slut.&nbsp; Women were conniving, yes, but they definitely had their purposes and their place.&nbsp; <br><br>He was going to let her loose soon. If she fought him, it'd be a big mistake. He'd hurt her but he wanted to give her that chance, to see how she would act.&nbsp; He wasn't above smacking her around or beating her into submission if she tried to strike out at him.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Tressed Imp</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 19:00:29</strong>
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				It was difficult not to flinch from the touch of a man she hated and feared greatly. But she forced herself to remain still, hope brightening her eyes as she looked up at his hard face. <em>How you're treated here depends on how you act</em>, he'd said. But he'd said he liked hurting her, so even if she behaved well, he would still hurt her? She was confused and sought clarity. <br><br>"If I behave, you won't hurt me?" she asked with a tremor in her voice.<br><br>Her gaze followed him as he reached for the brush, sitting still as a statue while he slowly brushed her hair. A slight bit of the tension melted from her shoulders as the bristles slid through her dark tresses in a soothing, gentle way. It was obvious that the man knew how to brush hair as he worked from the bottom up. She paid attention as he began to state rules. <em>While you are here.</em> That implied that she would be somewhere else at some point, but where? Would he let her go once he raped her? Once he tortured her?<br><br>Her head held still for him as her eyes cut to him, her tongue sweeping out to moisten her dry and bloody lip. She thought better than to prompt him for water, however parched she was. He enjoyed hitting her too much. She would have to wait until he finished brushing her hair. <br><br>She sighed, chin quivering as a few more tears seeped out. She would look for ways to escape, but she would need to be very careful. She let her head hang forward slightly. Let him think that she was broken, beaten into accepting her new place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 23:12:26</strong>
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				"I won't kill you or give you anything more than you can stand, if you behave.&nbsp; There will be pain. Some of it you will probably find that you enjoy, as odd as it may seem to your mundane mind. Some you will beg for more of. Some you will beg for me to stop causing."&nbsp; He knew that he was weakening toward her, he often did with beautiful women.&nbsp; It didn't mean that he would let her go but it was likely that he would take it a bit easier on her. <br><br>"You're doing very well, Cherie," he said softly as the bristles made her ebony hair gleam in the light.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wondered what she was thinking of, was it escape? That would be the most foolish thought that crossed her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>He stepped back and saw her tongue move out to her bloody lip.&nbsp; He knew that she was thirsty and he'd promised.&nbsp; Henri Dubois might be a lot of things but he was always true to his word.&nbsp; He retrieved the bottle of chilled water, twisted off the plastic cap and looked at her carefully.&nbsp; He gently touched the cold surface of the bottle to her swollen lip and peered at her. "Don't wince, you'll spill your water.&nbsp; Just let it help."&nbsp; He smiled at her and then moved the mouth of the bottle toward her lips.&nbsp; "Careful now. Let me pour it in and then you can drink when it won't pour all over you."&nbsp; He tipped the bottle toward her lips, lifting her head up gently.&nbsp; <br><br>The way that her head hung forward gave him some hope. She was starting to break, starting to become defeated.&nbsp; He didn't want to break her completely, he didn’t think…but if he did…then he could rebuild her into the perfect woman.&nbsp; "Drink carefully, chérie."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Tressed Imp</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 18:30:03</strong>
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				Looking up, she studied his face. Though her expression was blank, she was trying to read <em>his</em> expression, to see if he meant his words. She had to conclude that he did, that he would hurt her and enjoy it, no matter what she did. But if she behaved, he would try to make her enjoy it too... ? She looked away, her eyebrows pulling together in a puzzled look. Why on Earth would she ever enjoy someone hurting her? <br><br>If she were wiser, if she'd had more experience with men, she might had guessed at his feelings. That softening in his feelings for her could have been used by a more skillful woman. She could have batted her pretty eyes, smiled in an appealing way, and spoken words meant to charm. But instead, she had no choice but to believe everything he said. And that he thought she would enjoy being hurt... Well, she just added "insane" to the list of adjectives she was compiling to describe her captor. <br><br>As he said she was doing well, she glanced up and smiled faintly. Of course she was doing well. Was there an alternative? He would beat her half to death if she didn't do well. So she tried to do everything he said, and would continue to behave that way until he relaxed and she saw an opportunity to escape. <br><br>If it had been possible for her to sit up straighter in the chair she was restrained to, she would have when he grabbed a bottle of water. Her mouth seemed full of sand, and her lip throbbed. She gave the briefest of nods to show she understood, then parted her lips for the water. <br><br>Her eyes remained on his as he lifted the bottle to her lips. As the cool liquid trickled into her mouth, she thought it was surely the sweetest thing she had ever tasted. She tried hard not to gulp it down, but her eyes did close in pleasure as a soft "Mmm" sounded from her. The water did wonders for her. <br><br>As he drew the bottle away, she tilted her chin to look up at him again, offering a slight smile of gratitude. "Thank you, Monsieur," she said, the lessons of her upbringing still intact. She shifted on the chair, her face pinched with worry as she cleared her throat. "Will you... um.." She stopped, her face red, then looked down into her lap, more tears sliding down to wet her cheeks. "Will you be gentle with me... my first time... please?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 01:57:42</strong>
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				She looked at him and he wondered what she was doing. He'd never spent so long with a victim where they could talk back and communicate, he'd definitely never let one look at him so openly. But this girl, this beauty, she wasn't there to be sliced and diced.&nbsp; So long as she behaved, but he didn't think that things would go that far.&nbsp; She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. <br><br>"Firstly, you must acknowledge that you are my property. You have no identity. You have no parents. I am the only thing that you have. I am your world.&nbsp; My opinion of you is the only one that matters now. You are mine and you will be known as slave. Do you understand?"&nbsp; He didn't think that it would go over so easily; he figured that she'd fight or scream.&nbsp; "You will never see anyone that you know ever again. You will only see me while you are here.&nbsp; You will remain here unless I sell you."&nbsp; He did plan to take her from the compound but giving her such thoughts would only give her hope for escape. <br><br>She drank well, prettily in fact.&nbsp; He liked the soft sound of pleasured refreshment that passed from her throat and the look on her face.&nbsp; That expression made his cock twitch mightily in his pants. <br><br>He hadn't wanted to be gentle with her when he took her virginity, he'd wanted to shove in and tear it from her body, to hear her screams of pain as his cock invaded her tender body.&nbsp; Moved by her emotion and her tears, the honest way that she asked the question, he nodded. "Since you have behaved so far, I will be gentle. You will be bound but it does still matter on how you react."&nbsp; He weighed the logic in letting her loose prior to fucking her, to see if she'd fight him or try to escape.&nbsp; He had a feeling that he'd be setting her up for her own brutal rape but at the same time he kind of wanted that.&nbsp; <br><br>"But before we get there, you have to get used to my cock.&nbsp; You have the choice of sucking it on your own or being gagged where I can fuck your throat."&nbsp; He found his sadism turning into the desire to master this woman, to make her his by breaking her down and rebuilding her.&nbsp; "If you choose to try anything foolish, you're still bound and I will not hesitate to kill you. If I feel any teeth at all on my dick, you are one dead bitch."&nbsp; He took off his tank top and then undid his pants, freeing his cock from its confines.&nbsp; It had been tenting his jeans for far too long. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hostel Takeover : ROOM #2 (EXT, NC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Tressed Imp</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 04:13:10</strong>
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				Each word brought forth from those hard lips of his created a fractional widening of her eyes, a paling of her smooth skin, a dilation of her pupils, until black eyes stared up at him from a pale face more reminiscent of a ghostly specter than a beautiful young woman. He wanted her to say that? To say she was his property, and even worse, to say she had no parents, to effectively disown the people she loved the most in this world?<br><br>She couldn't. She wouldn't. Her face settled into composed lines as she fought back panic hotter than a full scale chemical fire. Her eyes resignedly settled against her cheek, and she gulped in a long stream of air before slowly letting it escape again. Let him think she was preparing herself; perhaps it would divert his attention away from other things. <br><br>Her eyes remained steadfastly shut, as though she could close off the horror of what was happening and pretend it was another day and another place. Only the gentle nod of her head, and the faint, thankful smile on her lips indicated she heard him. In case that wasn't enough, in case he should be offended by her lack of gratitude, she quickly followed with a murmured "Thank you." <br><br>Unbelievable. She had just thanked a man for promising to rape her "gently." And on the heel of that thought, her eyes sprung open at his next words. Choice? There was no choice. Her choice would have been to take one giant, savage bite of his cock before chewing it up and spitting the remnants into his face. She was filled with bitter rage, soul consuming fear, her eyes rounded again as the man began to undress, his huge cock bobbing in the air in spiteful reminder. She choked on a sob, a wail slipping past the knot in her throat to fill the air, head drooping as she began to rock back and forth against the chair, feminine face flooded by salty tear tracks. <br><br>
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