Victorian Household - Owl Suite
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				Title: <strong>Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 23:41:58</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 23:54:38</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER<br><br>I entered (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82889.msg3659722#msg3659722) and found only one occupant, the red-haired young woman whom Master Alistair had acquired earlier today. She was blindfolded, bound and tied upright to one of the bed's posts. She wore a thin shift dress... and by the movements of her body beneath it, was without undergarments and she was screaming her bloody head off.<br><br>It was more than likely that she had not even heard me enter, so striding across the carpet I drew out my 'tongue' in one swift practised motion, coiling one end of it in my right fist and without any warning lashed the leather strap hard across her mid-section below her breasts.<br><br><strong>"Shut. Up!"</strong> I said sternly, <strong>"Any more of that, my girl and I'll give you something to scream about."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:13:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine Leroux</em></div><br>Christine indeed had not heard anyone enter, and when she felt the lash, it was like fire against her midsection. With a pained gasp, she doubled over a bit as much as she could, and then frowned as she heard the woman's words. She had heard this woman in the room downstairs...or, at least, she thought it was downstairs. The blindfold and traumatic events were beginning to blur her reality. <br><br>Growling in anger, Christine straightened back up and ignored the warm stinging sensation that was still present on her belly.<br><br>"I will not be quiet until someone tells me what is going on, and unties me! I would also like this blindfold removed."<br><br>She was acting much haughtier than her position allowed, and her voice held a slight tinge of both cockney and French accents. It made her lilt rather undecipherable, and her attitude indicated she could have well been Queen Victoria...and not the poor flower seller she in actuality was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:24:08</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I will not be quiet until someone tells me what is going on, and unties me! I would also like this blindfold removed."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh, you would, would you? Well you forgot to use the magic word."</strong> I hit her again, harder this time and lower on the curve of her stomach.<br><br>Fortunately the 'tongue' had had several years of use and was old and well softened; it lacked hard edges so almost never left abrasions or bruises. Unless I really rolled my sleeves up and got stuck in, that is.<br><br>A warm little tingle started in my loins and I pressed my thighs together. Bound young women, blindfolded and strapped... what finer afternoon pastime could there be?<br><br>I was able to supply a few answers but for now this would do.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:30:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine frowned at the woman's answer, and before she could say anything else, she gasped as another shot landed lower on her belly. Yelping in pain, she took a moment before taking a deep breath and recovering her composure.<br><br>"Stop it! I have not done anything wrong! But fine...<em>please</em> tell me what is going on!"<br><br>Her cheeks were flushed, and she wanted the blindfold gone desperately. She could even deal with the bonds for now, but not being able to know what was going on was killing her. She could tell she was in a nice house, as the men carrying her had never gone outside but once. The rest was simply a maze of stairs and hallways...at least, she assumed.<br><br>Breathing hard, Christine fisted her hands and pressed her lips together.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:40:55</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Stop it! I have not done anything wrong! But fine...<em>please</em> tell me what is going on!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Another lash, this time across the tops of her rather full and soft looking thighs.<br><br><strong>"Not done wrong? You count screaming your head off and disturbing my house <em>not wrong?</em> How dare you suggest it is fine to act in such a common manner. I've heard screams around Billingsgate fish market quieter than yours!"</strong><br><br>Each time I hit her and each time she struggled the fleshy womanly parts of her shifted about beneath the loose dress in a quite enchanting fashion. I had half a mind to yank that dress up to her neck and get down to business.<br><br><strong>"You will cease making that dreadful racket this instant. And then you will apologise to me for disturbing my day. I have better things to do that go climbing stairs to beat noisy trollops."</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:45:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>The girl squeaked at the hot lash across her thighs, and then hissed as the sting set in. If the blindfold was gone, she would be glaring. As it was, she only fumed.<br><br>"I meant that I have not done anything wrong in order to be kidnapped and forced into rope! Besides, wouldn't you be screaming too if you were bound and left alone without knowing why? And that lashing is not helping matter at all."<br><br>She was trying to sound confident, but her fearlessness was wavering slightly. What kind of place was this? There were rumors of girls going missing from the streets and being sold as slaves, but she always assumed that was a load of rubbish. Perhaps she was wrong.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:15:59</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I meant that I have not done anything wrong in order to be kidnapped and forced into rope! Besides, wouldn't you be screaming too if you were bound and left alone without knowing why? And that lashing is not helping the matter at all."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh, I don't know,"</strong> I answered in a relaxed matter-of-fact voice, <strong>"It is helping me quite a bit."</strong> I pressed my thighs together more where heat and tingly niceness was now beginning to blossom quite wonderfully. <strong>"If I was to lay my belt across you for thirty minutes I don't doubt I could reach pleasure."</strong> My voice was sugar sweet but with a twisted edge.<br><br>Strapping girls has only caused this reaction in me in recent months, no more than a year at most. It took me six months to even come to grips with what I had stumbled into at Forest Keep and another six to decide I enjoyed it. After that, it was a case of fine tuning what it was exactly that I enjoyed and amplifying the pleasure. It had become apparent to me that laying my belt across the billowy bound flesh of innocent young women was just the ticket don't you know?<br><br>I let the Tongue lay against my skirt and stepped forwards, my footfalls mostly silent on the rug. I stepped quietly around her until I was behind her ear, <strong>"Screaming isn't going to help dearie,"</strong> I whispered suddenly right in her ear, <strong>"You are in a place that is miles from anywhere. In winter. With a foot of snow on the hills and more on the way."</strong><br><br>Having surprised her with a close voice in her ear I moved away and circled back to her front. For a minute I remained still and silent, letting the tension build. Blindfolds were so useful to defeat a slave. I could see her confusion, wondering what would happen next. In answer my hand darted out with the belt again and it flicked against her bosom, hardly protected by the thin dress. I pulled my weight out of this blow, it would not do to mark up Master Alistair's property on the first day.<br><br>Even so, the curves of her front bounced magnificently.<br><br>I waited for her predictable reaction to subside then let another minute silently crawl by.<br><br><strong>"You are waiting for the next blow, aren't you?"</strong> I asked, my left hand now pressing at the junction of my thighs where my need was growing. <strong>"I can keep belting you all day, so if you would like me to stop, shall we enter into a little agreement? You will apologise for that dreadful noise and you will address me from now on as Miss Hemlock. You do not ask questions about why you are here or what you think you do and don't deserve. You <em>are</em> here, you now <em>are</em> a slave and your only task is to accept that and obey the orders you are given. Every single one of them, no matter what they are - and not just obey, but obey <em>instantly</em>. Alternatively~"</strong><br><br>My belt lashed her belly once more, <strong>"~You are going to become very sore."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:20:01</strong>
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				Alistair slipped into the Owl room quiet as a church mouse and interrupted with a melodramatic flail of his arm.&nbsp; "Martha, if the girl wishes to scream, I say let her!&nbsp; She's alone, scared.&nbsp; Naked.&nbsp; I'd scream too."&nbsp; He smiled playfully as he stalked along and watched them.<br><br>"The poor girl is right, she has done nothing wrong!&nbsp; She is an innocent victim in all of our goings-on.&nbsp; Perhaps we should be forgiving."&nbsp; He stepped up behind Christine and yanked back her head, exposing her neck and chin. "I mean just <em>look </em>at this face.&nbsp; I bet she's never even touched a man, yet here we are whipping her?&nbsp; What cruel monsters we be?"&nbsp; He lolled his head down and gave her an upside down smile.&nbsp; "We should at least tell her what is going on.&nbsp; What is going on, my dear little girl, is that you are ours with all the rights, privilages and duties therein contained."
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:36:29</strong>
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				Reach her pleasure? Surely she didn't mean that this...aroused her, did she? Oh God...what kind of place was this?! She had seen the naked girls, but somehow had fooled herself into forgetting about them. No, this place just reeked of sexual debauchery, and Christine was thrust into the midst of it. <br><br>When the woman came around to her ear and surprised her, she gasped and jumped slightly before shivering at her tone. She had hoped that someone in the house would save her, but obviously that wasn't going to happen. It was pointless, but that didn't mean she was going to make this easy. Soon she felt the lash again, this time on her sensitive breasts, making her squeal in pain and surprise. The woman's words were absorbed, but Christine shook her head.<br><br>"No! I am not a slave, I will not apologize, and I will not obey. Let me go!"<br><br>The redhead pulled and tugged, and answered swiftly.<br><br>"So you can continue beating me. I don't mind."<br><br>That was a lie, but she was too stubborn. That's when the man's voice from earlier interrupted the two women, and she was surprised at his initially kind words. They weren't spoken in sincerity, though, and Christine continued to frown...although she stopped struggling.<br><br>"Thank you. See? I have done nothing wrong."<br><br>She seemed to think he was on her side, but then he yanked her head back and spoke the words which showed he was not a friend to her either. <br><br><em>"What is going on, my dear little girl, is that you are ours with all the rights, privileges and duties therein contained."</em><br><br>Christine tried to yank her head free and gritted her teeth.<br><br>"No, I am not. As I was telling this woman, I demand to be let go and this blindfold removed."<br><br>However, she could tell that none of that was going to happen unless this man decreed it...
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:44:35</strong>
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				He laughed loudly, hemming and hawing as he yanked her by her hair around below him.&nbsp; "Mmm.&nbsp; You hear that?&nbsp; She thinks she can demand things while tied and blindfolded in a room!&nbsp; What are you going to do if we do not comply with our demands?&nbsp; Scream more?&nbsp; Perhaps you'll thrash around the floor adorably!"<br><br>He pulled her head back into his crotch.&nbsp; He was now perpetually erect and it cried out for relief.&nbsp; He rubbed the back of her head against himself and laughed.&nbsp; "My dear, your only way to avoid Martha's lashings is to start complying.&nbsp; But unfortunately for you, while Martha has been known to stop when a slave obeys, it just makes me have to get creative to hear you scream."<br><br>His hands reached down and stroked her back gently, "Poor girl..."
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:55:49</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER<br><br><strong>"Good afternoon, Master Alistair. Your new toy was making a din. I came to shut her up but as you can see she refuses. I can get a gag from the store-room if you wish it."</strong> As I spoke I watched the heir to Forest Keep drag the girl's head back. His upside down grin would have had more impact if she had seen it but in my view a blindfold was more disorienting and certainly more frightening than any amount of wicked expressions.<br><br>As he had moved to grab her so had I. His pulling back of her head further and further was folding her down now almost in half. The bent over pose had exposed her throat and made her arch prettily such that her bosom now thrust upwards just inviting to be touched. It was tempting to take her right here but the Master was in charge now. I contented myself with reaching out a hand and mauling at her bosom, gripping one fleshy mound and kneading it randomly, digging my fingers into the warm doughy softness before scooting my fingers across it and finding the maiden's teat under the thin material. I rubbed, then gripped and gently twisted, applying pressure. As I played with her body I spoke.<br><br><strong>"Dearie me, dearie-dearie me. Demand this, demand that, no apologies, no obeying. You do like to make an easy life difficult don't you my pet?"</strong> I let her go and stepped back.<br><br><strong>"What do you wish, your Lordship? She could be taken to the training room and I can have her mounted on a frame for you or I can leave her in your loving care. Screaming in the main house does rather upset the staff and guests though, so if you wish her to make noise might I suggest an adjournment to the training room?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:24:02</strong>
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				As Mrs Hemlock touched the girl he growled a bit, "No you may not."&nbsp; He did so love lording his position over Martha.&nbsp; "Thank you, Martha.&nbsp; I'm quite capable of restraining one measly little girl by myself."&nbsp; He stared at the woman's hand as she grasped his new toy.&nbsp; "And I fully intend on enjoying her moans.&nbsp; That's the great thing about virgins!&nbsp; They scream and scream so delightfully.&nbsp; If I wanted someone who'd just lie there and take it, I'd bend Mother over again.&nbsp; Look at it this way, dear Martha, it will provide the evening with a certain..."&nbsp; He smirked and swung his fingers around carrying an unseen wine glass. "ambiance." <br><br>He pulled Christine into his legs possessively.&nbsp; "Now, if you'll excuse us, I do believe there is a dust bunny under my brother's bed.&nbsp; Which is in need of your immediate attention."&nbsp; He turned in the direction of the door, surprised his brother didn't come in to take his prize.&nbsp; His lie had been a paltry thing.&nbsp; Had his brother not wanted a crack at this sweet little redhead?&nbsp; It was inconceivable!&nbsp; He found himself vaguely disappointed at the lack of fight in his kin!
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:32:26</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEMAID<br><br><strong>"Very well your Lordship, as you wish. I will bid you a good afternoon."</strong> One was always, always polite with one's employers. Besides when they were rude and I was polite it counted as a little victory. Civility is everything. With a small obsequious bow I withdrew from the room and returned to my duties about the house.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:36:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine...New Victim/Slave...at Lord Alistair's mercy.</em></div><br>Christine felt the woman's hands on her body, and she gasped in outrage, struggling back, but only feeling more of the man's body. Martha was her name? Martha just mauled her continually and then finally stepped back, speaking respectfully to the man. So this man was Lord here? Alistair was his name? She had to remember these things! Of course, she could only go on voices for now. Sighing, she just wanted to be able to see, damn it!<br><br>She didn't like the sound of 'mounting on a frame,' so when the man dismissed the woman rather bluntly, she felt a bit better...but only a bit. Perhaps it would have been better to deal with the woman. Her heart raced as she waited to see if the woman would, in fact, leave, and what would happen either way. <br><br>"You do not know if I am a virgin, and I do not intend to scream for you."<br><br>Of course, that was just reinforcing the order from Martha, so really...Christine couldn't win. Wait...take mother again? Surely that had to be a name for another girl...not his real mother! And he intended to rape her! He really did! Her breathing was fast as she tried to decide how to escape or deal with this.<br><br>The woman left, and the silence was almost deafening. She tried to pull from his hand, but she didn't get far.<br><br>"Alright...now, let me go."
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:53:03</strong>
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				As Martha left the room, he too felt victory.&nbsp; His trophy was at hs feet.&nbsp; He smiled, "Quick..."&nbsp; he reached down to her hands and began untying her, "The others will be suspicious if you are quiet, so you must keep screaming."<br><br>He could feel her hesitation coming and he beat her to the punch, "Come now!&nbsp; If you want me to help you escape this wretched place, you must behave as if I'm still hurting you."&nbsp; He undid her blindfold, living it from her hair.<br><br>He did love a great joke.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:57:28</strong>
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				When he began untying her, Christine was shocked. Widening her already large eyes, she was quiet as he loosened her bonds and she was able to step free...finally. Stretching a bit, she was self-conscious of just how little the chemise covered, but his words pleased her. <br><br>At first she didn't believe him, but when he spoke again and lifted her blindfold, her blue eyes met his handsome face and she smiled. Finally! Someone decent! She almost wanted to laugh for relief, and she let out another scream for help, obeying him...although not realizing this was all a horrible joke.<br><br>Her voice rang out in painful clarity as she rubbed her wrists and stood in the room...perfumed, polished and ripe for the young man's picking...but thinking that he was going to let her go.
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 03:29:25</strong>
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				"Quick, come here."&nbsp; His face projected the utmost seriousness.&nbsp; He walked over to the window and began to open it.&nbsp; He waited for her to come up to him to open it a crack.&nbsp; He then stopped and started laughing maniacally.&nbsp; "Oh, good lord.&nbsp; I couldn't keep that up any longer.&nbsp; Here I was, hoping to let you go out, drag you by the hair over to my shack and put you in a cage.&nbsp; But... I can't.&nbsp; You're just so adorable when..."<br><br>He lifted his hands in front of himself and started clicking with his tongue, "You're like a scared little rabbit!&nbsp; It's so adorable!"<br><br>He grabbed her hair and bent her down to his hip, leading her back to the center of the room.&nbsp; "Now.&nbsp; Lets see if you are a virgin, shall we?"&nbsp; he tossed her back on the ground, face down and rested a heavy boot on her butt.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 03:35:48</strong>
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				Christine followed willingly and even bent down a bit as he opened the window. Her face was looking out of the glass, and she could almost taste the freedom when he stopped and began laughing. Frowning, she straightened and looked at him, confused.<br><br>"What...?"<br><br>And then he spoke...dashing all her hopes to the rocks. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she willed herself not to cry as her hands curled into fists and her eyes stared blankly out the window. Shack? Cage? Good Lord! She needed to get out of here!<br><br>"That was all a joke? You are an evil man."<br><br>With that, she twirled toward him and then was about ready to head back to the door when he grabbed her hair and bent her over...pulling her into the center of the room again. Gasping, she reached up to try and pry his hand from her hair, but it was no use. His words made panic rise like bile in her throat, and she shook her head....uselessly.<br><br>Before she knew it, she was on the floor...face down...and his foot was on her ass. She tried to crawl out from under him, but he held firm. Luckily her chemise was still on, but she still felt horribly naked.<br><br>"You are a monster! Let me go!"
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:07:03</strong>
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				He pushed himself, spinning on the ball of his foot as it rested on her ass and plopped down straddling her.&nbsp; He faced away from her and began pulling up her skirt.&nbsp; Humming as he bared her legs he gave her a hard smack on the ass as she squirmed beneath him.<br><br>He spoke conversationally, looking over his shoulder, "You know, I think I have my heart set on taking your virginity.&nbsp; If I found out you're not, then I just may go and do something <em>really</em> crazy." <br><br>When the skirt was curled up at the bottom of her butt.&nbsp; He gave her another smack, "Open those beautiful legs, little girl."
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:25:15</strong>
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				She let out an 'oomph' as he spun and dropped down on her. Her breath was forced out of her lungs, but she managed to recover and take a deep inhalation before&nbsp; trying to buck him off of her. He lifted up her skirt, and she felt the cool air hit her bare ass, and she blushed fiercely. <br><br>His words riled her up even more, but when he smacked her ass...twice!...she growled in rage.<br><br>"You are crazy already! And no."<br><br>She purposely tried to close her legs, even though she knew it was useless.
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:42:46</strong>
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				Alistair was well practiced in this pin.&nbsp; He lifted his legs off the ground, sitting on the small of her back.&nbsp; He kicked her legs a bit trying to create an opening.&nbsp; Once he jammed his heels betewenthe long, pale legs, he spread his own, curling the legs back to rest next to her pelvis.&nbsp; He widened his own legs as much as he could, widening hers in turn.<br><br>He moved without care to her lips and with medical precision, inserted two outstretched fingers into her, probing for a hymen.&nbsp; He started humming Beethoven's Ninth, unfinished symphony as he explored, twitching when he felt moved by the music playing in his head. <br><br>Yes, for his money, nothing went better with rape then a little ol' Ludwig Van.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:50:09</strong>
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				Christine didn't know what he was going to do, and when he seemed to lift up for a minute, she didn't seem relieved. She was right in her prediction when he sat back on the small of her back and then she felt her legs being pulled apart painfully. Gasping, she was nearly doing the splits, and she couldn't close them again. <br><br>His hands moved to her virgin lips, and she whimpered as he pushed two fingers inside of her...hurting her a bit. His humming and twitching just seemed to irritate her more, and her stubborn defiance cracked as she showed some fear. She shuddered as her eyes squeezed shut, and his finger probed...knowing that he'd find her maidenhead.
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:54:04</strong>
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				He laughed heartily as he found what he was looking for.&nbsp; He very carefully felt around it, "Well!&nbsp; It looks like you are a virgin!&nbsp; What was a virgin doing on a street corner in tramps clothing?&nbsp; No matter."&nbsp; He pulled out of her and twisted around, lying ontop of her and leaning into her ear.<br><br>"This is the part where you start screaming again."&nbsp; <br><br>He put his legs around her again and ripped at her top.&nbsp; The thin fabric had practically designed to be torn off and he re tore the back of the dress easily, still humming his tune. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 05:00:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced as she felt him poke at something that hurt a bit, and then exhaled in disappointment as he seemed so happy to find that he would be the one to rape her innocence away. <br><br>"I was not a tramp! I was selling flowers...I'm a good girl, I am!"<br><br>She was speaking desperately even as she felt him flip around and lay on top of her. He was still completely clothed, but soon he ripped at her chemise and she felt the air hit her naked body. Her pale curves were on display for him, and she groaned as she tried to twist out from beneath him. She didn't get anywhere, but Christine was in survival mode.<br><br>"Let me go! Please...don't do this!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 05:08:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that what the peasants are calling it nowadays?&nbsp; 'Selling flowers'.&nbsp; I suppose it does have a certain panache to it."&nbsp; &nbsp;He grabbed her read hair in his fist and jerked her head up, making her back arch painfully against his.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He began to kiss her neck slowly, deliberately.&nbsp; &nbsp;His lips met her at the point where her red hair tapered off and moved up along the hairline to her ear where suckled on it gently and then bit down hard on the soft lobe, pinching the flap between his incisors, just barely soft enough to to keep her from bleeding.<br><br>His other hand drifted to her chin and stroked her neck.&nbsp; He loved reminding his girls how easily he could shuffle them off of this mortal coil.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 05:19:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head, but soon he yanked back, making her arch painfully and whimper. His kisses to her neck felt nice, but she knew that he was an evil bastard...and that helped calm whatever enjoyment she might have gleaned from his treatment. The suckle on her earlobe made her breath hitch and her sex moisten unwillingly, but when he bit down hard, she yelped loudly and her body shuddered. <br><br>As he stroked her neck, she froze a bit, knowing that he could choke her in an instant. Licking her lips, she spoke desperately.<br><br>"Please...what can I do to make you let me go? I just want to go home..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 06:10:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He loved this stage.&nbsp; She was looking to bargain.&nbsp; &nbsp;He slid to her side, keeping his hand in her hair and turning her to face him, "Hmmm... I suppose <em>maybe</em> we can work something out.&nbsp; Have you ever seen a man?&nbsp; No, of course you haven't, silly question, you're a" he laughs and says mockingly "'Good Girl.'&nbsp; You're obviously inexperienced.&nbsp; What would you be willing to trade to keep your maidenhood intact?"&nbsp; He loved seeing just how far these women were going to bend to prevent the inevitable.<br><br>He drummed his fingers on her back to the tune of the ninth as he awaited her reply.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 06:14:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed in relief when he slid to the side, although he kept his hand in her hair...controlling where she looked. His words were mocking, but at least this gave her a chance. Swallowing, her blue eyes lit up with hope and she took a deep breath.<br><br>"You would be willing to let me go and remain a virgin? I would do anything. I don't have anything to trade, though."<br><br>She looked upset at that, but she didn't know what he wanted. Had she ever seen a man? Well...oh...she supposed he meant in <em>that</em> way. Blushing, she spoke softly.<br><br>"I...I don't have any experience."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 06:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well then!&nbsp; Now would be the perfect time to practice."&nbsp; He rolled off of her, beginning to remove his pants even before he stopped.&nbsp; "If you can make me come in the oh... next three minutes.&nbsp; I'll let you leave here fully clothed and intact.&nbsp; I swear to you on my honor as a gentleman."&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't pull the pants down below his calves.&nbsp; Last thing he'd want to do is run after her with his pants around his ankles.&nbsp; "Come here.&nbsp; Touch it.&nbsp; Sure you've been curious about, say, your husband on your wedding night?&nbsp; Think of this as your chance to take it on a trial run."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 06:34:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't like the sound of this, but she swallowed nervously and sat up when he rolled off of her. She saw him begin to remove his pants, and looked away, but when he spoke, she looked up.<br><br>"Come? Three minutes?"<br><br>She had heard that some women used the word 'cum' for a man's...you know. But three minutes didn't seem like a very long time. She looked scared of that prospect, but she wanted to leave so badly. When she looked up, she saw that his member had burst free, and she blushed to her toes. Her dress was torn and some of her naked body showed through, but she moved forward. It was long and hard, and she'd never seen one before. Licking her lips nervously, she reached out and touched it with her hand, feeling how soft and hard it was at the same time. She also wrapped her hand around it, feeling it's weight and girth. When she saw his balls, her other hand came out to cup and feel them as well, marveling at the unique textures of each.<br><br>"What do you want me to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 06:41:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He put his hands behind his head and did a facsimile of a yawn.&nbsp; "Well, I suppose it's two minuts and forty..... two seconds now."&nbsp; He said, looking at the large grandfather clock in the back of the room.&nbsp; He leaned back and looked at the ceiling, secretly peering at her shrouded nudity with the corner of his eyes.<br><br>"Well, there aren't very many ways to pleasure a man without losing your innocence, I'm sure you'll come up with something."&nbsp; He wasn't in the mood to help her.&nbsp; In fact, he was doing his dead level best to make sure she failed at her task.&nbsp; Of course, he'd love to see her try.&nbsp; He tried his best to imagine something boring.&nbsp; Perhaps he'd think about what he was going to eat for lunch tomorrow.<br><br>Perhaps a nice ham.&nbsp; Or salmon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 06:44:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She began to panic, but she didn't know what to do. Whimpering, her face looked distraught, and suddenly...without warning and seemingly without thinking...she nearly swallowed his cock whole. Diving, she took him into her mouth and made sure to watch her teeth before suctioning her lips around his prick and allowing her saliva to coat it. <br><br>The taste was surprisingly pleasant, and her eyes watched him as she opened her jaw wide and went further down. She had heard her sister talk about this, but she hadn't thought she'd ever stoop low enough to do it. Still, it wasn't awful, and she went even deeper...gagging a bit, but not retreating yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 06:49:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His imaginings of sandwiches were replaced by the feeling of his lower head in the back of her throat.&nbsp; What she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her tongue may have felt like a limp fish but her lips worked him like any of the women he'd ever had.&nbsp; He unconsciouslyarched his back to push further into her mouth but quickly knocked himself back to the floor.<br><br>She was doing better t hen expected.&nbsp; Can't have that.&nbsp; "Two minutes, nineteen seconds."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; He hurriedly thought about what bottle of wine would complement his sandwich of choice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 06:53:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed to like it, which only spurred her on. Moving her tongue over him, she decided he was too dry, so she pulled off with a pop and began licking all over his staff...covering every inch and swirling her tongue over the tip. She seemed to be a relative natural...or she'd remembered some things Genevieve had told her. <br><br>What about those hanging things? Experimentally, she began licking over those too before going up and taking his cock into her mouth again...deep. This time, though, after she gagged, she pulled her cheeks in and began moving her head back and forth...quickly and firmly, wanting to make him "cum" so badly. She whimpered as he spoke the time, and worked even harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:01:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Damn it.&nbsp; The more he thought about it, the more this had been a bad idea.&nbsp; There's no way in the world that this girl could be as inexperienced as she behaved but know how to suck this well.&nbsp; He had to think of a new tactic.&nbsp; He tried to think of his mother.&nbsp; The plan backfired on him when he remembered that that time he did his mother on the banister.<br><br>Damn it.&nbsp; Why did he have to be cursed with such an incredibly erotic life?<br><br>He reached for her head and started to pull her off of him.&nbsp; "I think I'm making this too easy on you!"&nbsp; He pulled away from her, leaving his cock hanging inches from her lips as he held her up.&nbsp; &nbsp;He laughed as he gripped her hair tighter, checking the clock, "One minute, fifty seconds."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:07:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt him pull her off, and she frowned. <br><br>"Did I do something wrong?"<br><br>She tried to reach his cock when he held her hair, but she whimpered as it pulled at her scalp. Still, she only had a minute and fifty seconds left! She HAD to do it! Taking a deep breath, she forced herself through the pain and finally reached it again, taking it back into her mouth and suddenly going down again. She reached the back of her mouth, and he wasn't all the way in, so she tried to go deeper...this caused her to choke and gag, but she wanted him to cum. She NEEDED him to cum. Holding herself down, she felt her eyes water, but she stayed there...holding him tightly in her mouth as her lips met his pubic hair, she held herself still and hoped that this would help.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:13:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was like a fish in water now.&nbsp; &nbsp;The only thing that surprised him was how unsurprised he really was.&nbsp; He'd known this woman would make a great toy.&nbsp; He continued to pull at her as she continued to push on in spite of him!&nbsp; She was actually fighting for a taste for him.&nbsp; That, as much as anything, started to bring the rolling surge begin to perkilate from where her lips touched him.<br><br>His plan changed again.&nbsp; He started slapping her on the cheek.&nbsp; He was tempted to knock her off entirely, but the same emotions that had come up with the idea in the first place had decided not to allow such a course of action and he kept tapping her roughly on the cheek.&nbsp; "Keep going, little whore."&nbsp; he said, trying to distract her... make her cry... anything but do the exact thing he'd asked her to do.&nbsp; "You do this and you'll stop being the 'good girl' your parents always wanted.&nbsp; &nbsp;You'll be filthy street trash." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:17:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he began slapping her, she almost stopped, and his words angered her beyond belief...but she didn't have much time left. Forcing herself to ignore whatever he did, she reached down and gently massaged his balls as her head moved back and forth again...keeping her cheeks tight and going all the way down each time. She didn't know where the heck she'd pulled all this out of, but desperation bred...something.<br><br>Her eyes were watery as she watched his face, and she groaned in distress as she moved faster and faster, wet...sloppy...warm...and enthusiastic.<br><br><em>Cum...please cum...please cum...I'm doing my best!</em><br><br>She repeated this in her head, just praying for a miracle as she twisted her head a bit and worked him even faster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:26:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fifty eight seconds"&nbsp; His voice was husky now.&nbsp; He took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself.&nbsp; He clenched his entire body trying to keep the pleasure from passing.&nbsp; &nbsp;He eventually gave up on the slapping and gave her hair another good yank, this time not bothering to keep her there.&nbsp; He just let her go and continue her work.<br><br>He laughed.&nbsp; She reminded him of a mouse, biting at him quickly and hungrily.&nbsp; He could feel some of the pressure releasing with that thought.&nbsp; &nbsp;And his eyes perked up.&nbsp; He looked down at her, picturing her as a mouse, or perhaps a shrew scrambling helplessly at his body as she tried to make him come.&nbsp; Using this image, he could feel the frustration ease.&nbsp; He may just make it.&nbsp; "Thirty three seconds."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:29:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whimpering some more, she didn't even feel him tugging at her hair, too focused on her work. Pulling off, she suckled gently on his balls before going back to his cock, sucking him in deeply...although not letting anything hard touch his prick. She slurps at his member and then pulls off again.<br><br>"Please...please, cum..."<br><br>She's working so hard that she's nearly crying, going back and taking him deep and then pulling back to swirl her tongue and suck on the head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:37:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He relaxed.&nbsp; He had her in his hands now.&nbsp; He just needed to wait a bit-&nbsp; Her tongue hit his head and he moaned.&nbsp; Curse it all, after all the work he had done forgetting about the beautiful redhead pleasuring him, she crashed it with nothing but a swirl of her tongue.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh yes..." he let out in a strong baritone.&nbsp; <br><br>He grabbed onto her head, unable to stop her from working.&nbsp; &nbsp;He forced his eyes open and looked at the clock.&nbsp; "Ten... nine... eight... "&nbsp; The counting helped&nbsp; calm him down as well as serving as a vicious reminder of her time limit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:39:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he moaned out <em>Oh yes...</em>, she thought that she might have him. He just might cum!<br><br><em>Please...please...please...please...</em><br><br>She hadn't even taken a breath for an unhealthily long time, wanting so badly to leave this place that she'd discovered skills she hadn't known she even possessed. She moved her tongue in waves against the underside, and massaged his balls a bit more firmly...but not too much...and forced her head back and forth, fucking him with her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:44:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He held it in fine until the grandfather clock announced the hour with it's chimes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Each one of them started sending a spasm through his body and he gasped as he held it in, clenching ever muscle he could until the final bell tolled.&nbsp; &nbsp;Only then would he allow himself to come.&nbsp; It came out in a rush. <br><br>It had almost hurt given how hard he had tried to keep it in moments ago but the pleasure far outweighed the pain and he gasped, interrupted by choking laughter as he held her head down on him, making sure she got a taste of what she wrought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard the clock, and she just prayed that he came before the final chime rang. However, the final chime echoed throughout the chamber...and then his seed erupted. She whimpered as he shot his cum into her mouth, the white and salty seed sticking to her tongue and some escaping down her throat. She didn't know what to do with it, so she kept it in her mouth as he spasmed over and over again.<br><br>When he was finally done, she pulled off in disappointment and closed her lips, keeping the semen just inside as she waited. She'd failed...that was all for nothing. Nothing!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:50:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alistair stands and pulls over his pants.&nbsp; His wet, saliva soaked cock sofening and being stowed.&nbsp; "Well, it was certainly a good try.&nbsp; You seem far too skilled to be a girl.&nbsp; I was almost worried there."&nbsp; <br><br>As he walked across the room he looked at her with her cheeks puffed out, the slightest bit of his ooze dripping over her front lip.&nbsp; "Swallow that or I'll make you do it again and again until you learn."&nbsp; He moved over and grabbed a wooden chair and brought it over to her, sitting above her and stared at her.<br><br>"I suppose you've earned a reprieve at least, as I rest for a short while.&nbsp; Why don't you tell me about yourself?&nbsp; First:&nbsp; Name." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At his order, she grimaced, but gradually swallowed it down...not hating the taste, but embarrassed. Licking her lips, she panted as she tried to recover. Looking up after falling to the floor in despair, she glared in hatred and her heart seemed to break. He wasn't going to let her go. Snapping at him, she almost growled the words.<br><br>"Christine."<br><br>Her eyes were venomous, and she crawled over to the bed, curling up beside it and trying to hide her nakedness.<br><br>"You're not going to let me go, are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 08:03:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, of course not.&nbsp; Even if you'd succeeded, there is no leaving the house for you.&nbsp; &nbsp;You'll become a permanent fixture, like one of the chairs to be sat on or one of the horses to be ridden."&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; Out of all his family, he was probably the least excited by the prospect of a docile slave girl.&nbsp; Docile girls weren't very afrad which meant he had to get creative.<br><br>With this new girl, and others like her, he could taste the fear in them.&nbsp; It was palpable and absorbing.&nbsp; They were screaming 'take me, take me'&nbsp; and he happily obliged, making them feel humiliated and pain along the way.&nbsp; Such was the price for the pleasure he needed.<br><br>He leaned back and smiled.&nbsp; She was adorable, crawling around the bedroom like a scared child trying to cover herself.<br><br>"If you submit, you'll be given quarters, work and food.&nbsp; If you continue to refuse... well, you'll submit eventually."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 08:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered in despair as he spoke, but she raised her head quickly and shot back.<br><br>"I am not property!"<br><br>She listened to his offer and had to admit that having a place to live and food to eat sounded good...but she would not be a slave!<br><br>"I will not submit! You will just have to find another girl. Honestly, I'm not worth the trouble."<br><br>She hoped that might convince him, but he seemed rather determined.<br><br>"Let me go...please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 15:26:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His voice dropped condescendingly and he said, "My dear, I'm so, so sorry.&nbsp; Really.&nbsp; You have no idea how sorry I am.&nbsp; But you were property the moment you were sold for two hundred pounds."&nbsp; He shrugged cheekily<br><br>He was impatient as he waited for himself to recoup before he planned to finally take her.&nbsp; Of course, he knew the best way to do that.<br><br>He stepped over and grabbed her hair again, dragging her along the floor until she followed obediently.&nbsp; He ushered her out the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 16:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Christine groaned and turned away from him as he spoke to her as if she was chattel. Two hundred pounds was all that she was worth. Swallowing, she didn't answer as he yanked her to the door, but tried to pull her hair free. She also tried to dig her heels in, but he had the power. <br><br>Pulling the torn fabric around her to try and cover herself, she hissed in madness. <br><br>"Where are you taking me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:36:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Christine tumbled to the ground into the owl room face down.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, my dear, the time has come.&nbsp; If I don't take you now, my brother will and no one wants that."&nbsp; SHe took the spreader bar and flipped her over, landing her on her butt.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He gripped the end of the dress, hanging around her hip and gave it a good firm yank as if he pulling a table cloth from under a silver set.&nbsp; "Ta-da!"&nbsp; &nbsp;He licked his lips as he looked at her nubile, vulnerable form cringing away from him.<br><br>He then kicked off his own shoes with dexterous ease.&nbsp; They whizzed a couple feet above her before crashing into the far wall.&nbsp; He pulled down his pants, revealing his still soft, but hardening self.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:41:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl shook her head at his words, although she couldn't pull away...the bars left her vulnerable and helpless. Soon she was flipped over roughly, and she stared at the cock she'd recently tasted as his pants fell to the ground and off completely. His shoes were also shed, and she stared at the tool of her ruin. <br><br>He also ripped the rest of the flimsy fabric away from her pale body, and her chest heaved in nervous breaths.<br><br>"No...no, please don't do this. Please!"<br><br>She was trembling slightly, and she hated how much power he held over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Beg louder.&nbsp; I want my brother to hear you."&nbsp; he laughed maniacally as he stepped over to her, standing in the space of the floor between the bar and her crotch, "Beg even louder then that!&nbsp; I want London to hear you!"&nbsp; He bent down, resting his hands on her thighs.<br><br>"I'm going to take your virginity.&nbsp; You'll be nothing but a whore.&nbsp; No man will marry you.&nbsp; You'll have nowhere to go but here, where you'll be displaced and teased and fucked like an animal.&nbsp; How does that make you feel, Christine the Flower Girl?&nbsp; How does that make you feel?"&nbsp; He smiled as he moved his hands up her stomach reaching the globes of her breasts.<br><br>He kept leaning forward until he was above her face.&nbsp; He grabbed her hair swiftly pulling her head back and forcing her mouth open for a kiss.&nbsp; A passionate, uncaring, hard and soft kiss, distracting her as he placed himself at her entrance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:52:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment she thought that if she begged louder, he might give in. Therefore, she screamed out her pleas loudly. The girl had quite a set of lungs...<br><br>"Please! Please Lord Alistair, don't do this!"<br><br>It obviously didn't work, though, as he stepped closer and then bent down...moving his large hands over her thighs. Her heart raced, and her eyes looked up at him like a frightened deer. His words hurt more than she could express, and she closed her eyes in despair as he moved his hands to her breasts.<br><br>He then yanked her hair back, and she tried to escape his lips, but his tongue tangled with hers roughly...making her forget that he was about ready to rape her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:57:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed while he was still in her mouth and he jammed himself into her swiftly and without consideration of the pain that was sure to bring.&nbsp; He kept kissing her as she screamed, drinking in her pain, her hurt.&nbsp; She was weak.&nbsp; Beaten.&nbsp; She would never forget this day, ever and for the rest of her life.&nbsp; He'd scar her deeper then any superficial wounds would.&nbsp; <br><br>The thought of her crying in her room at night thrilled him immensely.&nbsp; He was vaguely surprised he didn't come right now.&nbsp; He'd done much more then kill her.&nbsp; He'd hurt her.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:00:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She screamed in agony as he shoved his prick inside of her virginal hole, and she felt blood leak out and seep onto his cock. He buried himself in her completely, and tears of pain rolled down her cheeks as her body felt like it was being ripped apart.<br><br>"Stop it! You're too big! You're tearing me apart!"<br><br>She thought for sure that he'd permanently wound her body, and she began hyperventilating as he moved in and out. It was more torture than she could bear, and her face paled from the horror of it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:07:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He dropped her head and rested his hands on her breasts as his the shirt of the cloth rubbed against her nipples as he beg an pushing forward and back.&nbsp; Blood was his favorite lubricant and he laughed again as he pumped in and out of her.<br><br>She was incredibly tight.&nbsp; He wondered if he would, indeed tear her apart but he knew how little he cared.<br><br>"Shut up and enjoy it.&nbsp; You only lose your virginity once."&nbsp; He certainly looked as if he enjoyed it.&nbsp; He arched his back, positioning himself to strike deeper into her sex.&nbsp; Each stab a new sharp bolt of combined pleasure and pain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:19:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She screamed in true misery until her voice went hoarse, and then she simply whimpered as tears flowed down her face and onto the floor. Her body trembled and shook with every thrust, and she could feel the blood lubricating his member. She didn't try to speak anymore, as she had lost her voice by this time.<br><br>At his words, she glared, but quickly winced and yelped as he tore into her deflowered body again and again, making her hate him more with every move he made. He was a sadistic bastard, and she could have gladly watched him die without feeling a bit of sadness.<br><br>Her body rubbed against the fancy carpet, making rug burns on her smooth back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was close to coming, but he had his rules.&nbsp; &nbsp;He slowed down, becoming more gentle.&nbsp; "Now.&nbsp; This isn't going to end until you come.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well, or until you pass out... maybe."<br><br>He rocked her on the floor as he spoke, looking into her eyes as he squeezed his arms around her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He held her body into him as he slowed, starting to (although he'd never admit it) try to increase her pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:45:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he slowed down, she moaned in relief, but she honestly didn't think she could cum.<br><br>"I...I don't think I can...cum..."<br><br>Of course, she'd never had an orgasm before...but she wasn't feeling pleasure....at all. His strokes did become sweeter, and her body rocked slowly as he held her close. This did cause a pleasurable tingle to pass through her body when his cock rubbed her g-spot, but the gasp was so surprised that she didn't know what it was. Looking up at him, she didn't know what to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:59:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yes you can..."&nbsp; He lowered his voice, growling sensually and completely at odds with the the words he spoke.&nbsp; "... You can or I'll tie you to our christmas tree and every member of my family will have a crack at you.&nbsp; They'll each take you one at a time until you finally come.&nbsp; Of course, if you do that... I might lose.&nbsp; And we don't want that now, do we?"<br><br>His hand reached up and grabbed her jaw turning to her head to the side and looking at her as he slowly 'made love' to her.&nbsp; "Nooooo, we don't want that..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:11:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes widened at his words, and she knew she didn't want that...although she wanted him to lose. She wanted him to lose everything, just as he was taking everything away from her. His slowed pace was pleasurable in a way, though, and she groaned as she felt the same tingle in her nether regions.<br><br>"I...I have never had a climax before."<br><br>She looked almost ashamed, and she let out gasps as he rubbed against her g-spot and clit again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:22:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then truly you have been dead up until this point.&nbsp; Nothing but a hole waiting to be filled." he said before he started to kiss her neck seductively.&nbsp; A hand reached behind her head, not gripping her but instead just turning her to face away from him and give him better access.&nbsp; He gave brief kiss to that wonderful bar which kept her in place before he moved to her shoulder.<br><br>Hearing her groan he knew he found the right spot.&nbsp; He picked up speed.&nbsp; He had no choice now, if he kept up this slow pace he'd be placid by the time she wanted him.&nbsp; He hammered her g-spot quickly, rubbing the head against it.&nbsp; She was going to cum no matter how hard she tried not to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:26:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She growled at that, but as he kissed her neck, her growl turned into a groan and she inhaled sharply as pleasure mixed with the pain. When he began hammering away at her in the same spot, she cried out in surprised bliss and agony, before her thighs began to quiver.<br><br>She didn't want to give him what he wanted, but she didn't seem to have a choice as he expertly manipulated her hurting body. Before she could stop it, she screamed out hoarsely in pleasure, clamping down on his cock and soaking him before arching into his body. It hurt...but it felt so good as well. She whimpered and sobbed as her first orgasm wracked her inexperienced body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:49:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't come immediately.&nbsp; He'd been going to slow... far too timidly to excite him, but now that she was screaming in pleasure and sobbing... he came inside of her, not bothering to pull out of the pleasant, broken redhead.<br><br>He took a deep breath and pulled out, whispering, "Good girl... Good girl.&nbsp; See, that wasn't as bad as all that, yes?&nbsp; You'll be happy here, passed around like a piece of meat."&nbsp; &nbsp;He smiled as she curled on the floor.&nbsp; He brought himself to her mouth, "Now clean me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:54:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he came inside of her, aftershocks of pleasure wracked her body, and she gasped as her pussy milked him hard. When he was done, he pulled out and seemed to think his words were comforting...they were not. She wanted to be held, but she had a feeling he would never do that. <br><br>When he placed his cock at her mouth and told her to clean off the member coated with his cum, her juices and her blood, she closed her lips and shook her head...crying silently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 05:59:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd given her stick.&nbsp; It had been a mighty fine stick and he'd enjoyed himself thoroughly, but nothing confused a new slave more then being teased with the possibility of kindness.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she curled in the ball on the floor he sat down on the floor next to her head.&nbsp; He pulled the spreader bar flush with his crossed leg and rested her hair on his thigh.&nbsp; He started petting her forhead as she wept.<br><br>"It's okay.&nbsp; It's not so bad a life here at the mansion.&nbsp; You're fed, which is a lot more then most of the underclass.&nbsp; We protect you from... well, anything but each other.&nbsp; You'll learn to like it, or you'll go crazy, I suppose."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 07:03:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was shocked when he sat down next to her and rested her head on his leg. He stroked her hair and forehead, and she let the tears go. She heard his words, but she wasn't sure if they sunk in or now. <br><br>"Can you please take off these spreader bars please? I just...I just want to be held."<br><br>That might have shown weakness, but she figured he owed her that much. Although being fed and protected (well, from the outside world) sounded good, she couldn't help but think about her family.<br><br>"What will my family be told?"<br><br>She had a feeling she'd just be thought of as another murdered girl who was never found.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 07:10:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing.&nbsp; You'll be another street urchin who disappeared.&nbsp; The Police won't question your appearance, but your family will look for you, but there will be no leads to follow, no one who saw anything and not a thing connecting you with our family.&nbsp; You'll have vanished like a puff of smoke."<br><br>He doesn't want to take off the spreader bars.&nbsp; Still.&nbsp; He looks at her consideringly.&nbsp; Time for carrot, "I suppose." <br><br>Lazily, he reached over her left hand undid clasp.&nbsp; He'd allow her to take care of the rest.&nbsp; He leaned back on his arms, watching her incase she tried anything.&nbsp; They always tried something.&nbsp; "If you don't obey and come to me like a good little pet, you'll find yourself yearning for the freedom of the spreaders."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 07:14:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grimaced at his statement, and sighed. A she cried a bit harder as she imagined the pain her parents and siblings would go through. Still, when he took off one cuff, she quickly undid the rest, and she sighed in relief before rubbing her wrists and ankles and stretching a bit. For now, she didn't want to fight. Instead, she crawled over and curled up in his arms, trying to glean any bit of comfort she could from the evil man.<br><br>"Could we lay on the bed?"<br><br>Once again, she figured she'd earned at least that much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 07:35:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took a look at her back.&nbsp; He'd roughed her up something good on the carpet.&nbsp; He ran his fingers over her back.&nbsp; He almost felt something.&nbsp; Her fine skin was marred with rug burns.&nbsp; &nbsp;He felt something.&nbsp; A pang.&nbsp; Regret at having marred her beautiful skin?&nbsp; Yes, that was probably it.&nbsp; It will heal, he reminded himself.<br><br>"Very well.&nbsp; Go on up and wait for me."&nbsp; &nbsp;He slapped her butt, urging her forward and took off his shirt, finally crawling onto the bed with her, laying next to her and letting her curl up as she pleased.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 07:38:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She might fight again later, or tomorrow, but for now she needed comfort...protection...affection. She hissed as he touched some of the raw red skin on her back, but then stood up on shaky legs and climbed into the bed, pulling back the covers and then watched as he shed his shirt. He truly had a beautiful body...too bad he was an asshole.<br><br>Sighing in relief, she curled up against him and settled in...placing her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. One leg draped over his legs, and her eyes closed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 15:19:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the two of them lied in bed in what could easily be mistaken for a lover's embrace, Alistair's gears were turning.&nbsp; "Aha!"&nbsp; He let out a laugh, "Come here, girl.&nbsp; You're going to help me play with dear old father and Mrs. Hemlock."<br><br>He stood up and rushed to the closet, "How does one be rude and debauched in a dinner where the servants are expected to be nude and obedient?&nbsp; Why, we make you a proper lady of course."&nbsp; Finding one of his mother's old chemise's (http://www.knowlesville.com/vintage/images/dressing-04.jpg) he tossed it at her, covering her head before she could catch it.<br><br>"Put it on!&nbsp; Quickly, Mush!"&nbsp; &nbsp;He slapped the back of his hand and tapped his foot for a moment before turning to the closet once more and removing a long length of rough rope and pulling taut as he walked over to her, intent on making her hands were unable to roam and making the dress much harder to remove.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 01:07:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She jumped slightly at his sudden outburst, as she'd been falling asleep. When he spoke, she frowned and shrugged. It couldn't be any worse than what she'd just gone through. <br><br>Wait...she was supposed to be nude and obedient? Not bloody likely. When he pulled out the chemise from the closet, she pulled it off her head and actually gave a small smile. He was trying to play a game with someone else, and she wanted to wear clothes. That actually worked out quite well. <br><br>Standing up, she walked over to the wash basin and cleaned herself off before pulling the chemise over her head and adding the corset. Turning her back to him, she spoke.<br><br>"Can you lace me up?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 01:30:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding the rope firmly in each of his hands, he smiled at the back of her read hair, "Oh, but of course."&nbsp; He pounced on her putting the rope around her neck, choking her slightly, "If you even consider moving, I'll toss you to the dogs."&nbsp; She might have thought that this was some idle threat, but it would not be the first time such a thing was done in this house.<br><br>He twisted the rope around and put it under shoulders and her armpits.&nbsp; She was lucky that she wore clothing because the scratching would have burned her.&nbsp; This was not one of the nicer ropes of the house, it was a rough hempen one, fit only for animal husbandry.&nbsp; The parts of her skin uncovered by the chemise burned and the rope ran against it.<br><br>It tightened under her breast and ran between them around her neck, no longer choking her.&nbsp; He twisted her arms into position behind her, parallel to each other.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then, just for fun, he took her long red hair and tied it in a knot around her back with the rope.&nbsp; She wouldn't even be able to hang her head in shame.<br><br><div align="center">(http://a4.vox.com/6a011017b0dbd3860e011017e391dc860e-500pi)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 03:49:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She expected him to lace up the corset, but instead gasped as he wrapped a rope around her neck. Was he going to kill her? She wouldn't put it past him, and her eyes bulged at the possibility. Her face turned slightly red as she couldn't breathe, and at his threat, she simply waited. She didn't know if he meant for the dogs to eat her, or what, but she soon felt the rope twisting around her body in strange ways. He moved quickly and expertly, working a design that she assumed to be his original idea.<br><br>She tried to pull away, but he soon bound her arms to an immobile position, and the knotted everything off...including her hair. Her head was forced to stay straight and up, even as she tried to escape the bondage.<br><br>"Untie these ropes...now! I am not an animal."<br><br>She had hoped his tenderness wasn't an act, but that seemed unlikely now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 04:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a very creative person and he'd had a lot of practice playing with ropes.&nbsp; It was quite a simple concept, he was surprised that no one had ever thought of it. "No, of course you're not an animal!&nbsp; What are you, some poor beast to be lead around by rope and made to serve her master like a good little sow?"<br><br>&nbsp;He took another length of rope, tying it around her neck so when he yanked, it choked her.&nbsp; She kept struggling and he gave it a hard yank.&nbsp; "See, NOW you are an animal.&nbsp; For example, when we get downstairs, keep in mind, if you don't obey you don't get fed.&nbsp; And that applies from everyone.&nbsp; Understand?"<br><br>He didn't eve wait for her answer before he yanked the rope again, "Heel!"&nbsp; He yelled back at her as he walked through the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Owl Suite</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 04:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Christine gasped as he attached another rope to her neck and yanked, causing her to choke and cough...as well as almost toppling over. <br><br>"You are an evil and sadistic bastard, and I hate you with every fiber of my being. I hope you burn in hell for eternity."<br><br>She growled the words as she reluctantly followed him down the stairs, secretly very hungry...but having a feeling that she was not going to get any food tonight. <br><br><div align="center"><em>Heading to the dining room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83274.0).</em></div>
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