Teahouse. - Zara's room.
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				Title: <strong>Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 04:36:37</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 05:38:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_8NwhY844dgo/TVvNNo62iUI/AAAAAAAAALg/2TaROgsQJ3A/s800/Zara.jpg)</div><br><br><div class="floatright">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxflfBygfIs</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure.<br>I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle.<br>But if you can't handle me at my worst,<br>then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."<br>— Marilyn Monroe </em></span></span></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 01:32:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>~ continued from The Ground Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4323584#msg4323584) ~</em><br><br>Not a word was spoken to the woman following her as Zara made her way into her room, her steps light in her stiletto heels. She swayed her hips, making sure to keep the attention of her Jane, but she had a feeling that there was no need to try. Her Jane knew what she wanted...and she was about to tell Zara just what it was. A tremor of anticipation ran down her spine as she slowly passed the other rooms until she came upon hers, one of the last ones.<br><br>Pushing the door fully open, Zara couldn't help the feeling of calm that her room brought her. The option for the room had been simple; the instant she had seen the chandelier, she had requested the room. Then she had ordered the walls painted, the decor done to her specifications...and in the end, Zara not only enjoyed her room, she loved it. One of the few things that honesty brought her much pleasure.<br><br>"Here we are, Captain," Zara said with a slow smile over her shoulder. She did not know if the Jane would approve of her room or not and truly...it wasn't really of importance to the whore. She could fuck with the lights off for all she truly cared. In the end, that what she wanted to do the most. Fuck.<br><br>Running her fingers through her hair, she bowed her head once more, wrapping her hand around the white wood of her four poster bed. "How may I be of service to you, Captain?"</span>
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				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 10:36:24</strong>
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				Imogen almost breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped into the room - in contrast to this, the rest of the Tearoom seemed stuffed to the rafters with bits of nonsense and frippery – all of the highest fashion, she understood, but not to her taste.<br><br>But this was <em>much</em> better. Clean lines and definite edges, the angular feel of the furniture giving the room a slightly hard edge while remaining feminine. And the colours were bold, standing out on their own – none of the watered down shades that everyone seemed to favour these days.<br><br><em>‘Maybe we do share some tastes – I wonder if she’s wearing that dress on someone else’s say so?’</em><br><br>She let some of her pleasure at the room show in her eyes as she set her hat on the edge of the desk, and casually, slowly, started unbuttoning her jacket.<br><br>“I’d like you,” she started, her voice cool, wondering what word to use – ‘bedroom toys’ seemed somehow childish. “To lay out a selection of your…accoutrements, and arrange for there to be a glass of ice included among them.”<br><br>She sat on the desk stool, lounging back against the desk itself, radiating confidence while her hunger still shone in her eyes.<br><br>She looked the woman up and down again, considering which tack would amuse her most today.<br><br><em>’Frustration, I think,’</em> she decided – she was going to drive them both mad with desire before actually letting her get anywhere; that particular trick always turned her on.<br><br>“And then I want you to strip,” she continued. “Slowly.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 13:48:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Her eyes were fixed on the way the Captain was slowly unbuttoning her jacket. Unlike the way Zara was with the whores, when she was with a Jane or a John she was on her best behavior. After all, they were the ones that paid so handsomely to be with her. And unlike with the other members of the household, with her clients...she tried not to let her outburst get the best of her. During her time at 'work', her focus was entirely on them.<br><br>Like now; she wished the Captain would have let her undress her. Zara's fingers were itching to touch every inch of the woman. But, she was given an order and she would do it.<br><br>"Yes, Captain," Zara bowed her head and after scooting past her, she moved to her black dresser. She knelt down so that she could open the bottom drawer and slowly began to pull out her favored toys.<br><br>A thick and wooden paddle. Vibrators. Clit teasers. ropes. Scarves. Nipple clamps. candles with a lighter. She gathered as much as she could in her arms and stood up to arrange them on the bed, proudly on display.<br><br>She turned and bowed her head to her, saying quietly, "I will have one of the servants fetch the glass of ice, Captain."<br><br>Making her way to the door, she stepped out and looked from side to side and as luck would have it, one of the servants was coming up the stairs. Snapping her fingers, Zara ordered, "A glass of ice. Now."<br><br>Opening her bedroom door and stepping inside, Zara moved towards the middle of the room and murmured, "If it would please you...I'd like to undress now while we wait for the ice to be brought?"<br><br>Giving the Captain a hungry look, Zara flicked her tongue out to tease her lower lip before she reached to her side and slowly brought down the zipper to her peach dress, reaching for the thins straps and slowly letting the dress slip down. Underneath she wore nothing but a pair of thin peach undies, which were transparent so they left nothing to the imagination.<br><br>Stepping out of the dress, she left it on the floor as she did a slow turn for the Captain, allowing the Captain to see the slightly faded but always permanent whip marks along her thighs. The burn mark right above her breast was the only flaw she had on her chest.<br><br>Her nipples ached as they puckered against the feel of the air in the room against the sensitive flesh. She remained in her stilettos and with her panties, asking softly, "Would you like me to remove everything, Captain?"<br><br>She loved saying that...Captain. <em>Gods, she wanted to touch her client so desperately!</em></span>
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				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 18:16:04</strong>
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				Imogen felt a sudden heat between her legs, watching Zara slowly turn on the spot – oh, those legs, and those curves, with that scarring...<br><br><em><strong>Fuck</strong> yes.</em><br><br>She didn't miss the darted tongue over the other woman's bottom lip, and stifled the urge to lick her own in return.<br><br><em>Cheeky minx; I'm going to make her scream before this is over.</em><br><br>Silently, she gave her stilettos a considering look – pretty, they certainly displayed her hips in a very pleasing manner, but they weren't practical.<br><br>And frankly neither was the underwear...<br><br>She stood without thinking, half wanting to tear it off, before a better, more pleasing idea presented itself to her.<br><br>Deciding to let her control go for just one second – just the one - she slid a hand into Zara's hair and tugged, pulling her head back as she crushed Zara's lips against her own, thrusting her tongue deep into her mouth, dominating, <em>owning</em>. She pushed the woman against one of the bed's posts, so their bodies pressed together, one of Imogen's legs somehow ending up between Zara's, thigh pressed up against her crotch. For one heart stopping second, she thought the heat coming from the other woman's body might drive her mad, but somehow, she wrestled herself back under control.<br><br>Fucking hell, where the fuck had all her discipline gone?<br><br>As she tore her mouth away, breathing ragged, some detached and annoying part of her noted in the back of her head that maybe, just maybe, she'd let herself in for slightly more than she could handle.<br><br>A different part of her noted she still had her damn boots on – finicky, knee high things with at least 20 different buckles up the sides of each one – and to hell with what she could handle.<br><br>A third part noted that there were few things more pleasant in life than a naked woman removing one's footwear.<br><br>“All off,” she all but growled in answer to the question, her voice rasping with heat. “And then, you're going to remove my boots.”
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 18:58:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">When she felt her client's fingers in her hair, Zara moaned but the sound was quickly cut off by the Captain's crushing lips, uncaring if she bruised or split her lip. She wanted to bleed for this Jane, wanted to cry out in such a way. Her hands moved up to grasp the Captain's jacket, kissing her back hungrily to take everything that was thrust at her. She breathed raggedly, her body shuddering as she ached -- positively ached! -- for more.<br><br>There was no way she would be able to deny or hide how hot she was as the Captain's clothed thigh pressed up against her crotch, making Zara grind herself down in a needful manner. She shuddered and moaned once more, the sound being lost in their kiss.<br><br>But then the Captain pulled away and Zara was left breathing raggedly, her lips slightly swollen, her piercings gleaming along her lower lip. Her hazel eyes looked at the Captain hungrily, the desire and the want evident in her gaze alone.<br><br>The sound of her growl made Zara moan softly and she was trying to do everything in her power NOT to move away from the Captain; the woman radiated power and control and Zara just wanted to bask in it! But the sound of the knock at the door caused her to groan as she bowed her head.<br><br>"Let me get the ice, Captain," Zara whispered as she leaned forward and licked the Captain's lower lip before she slowly smiled, "Then I'll undress completely...and worship you at your feet."<br><br>Zara slowly pulled away from the Captain and made her way to the door, jerking it open and reaching for the ice before she effectively slammed the door shut on the servant. There was nothing she could possibly want to speak to the servant about.<br><br>She placed the large cup on her nightstand then made her way back to the middle of the room so the Captain would have a view of her removing the rest of her clothes.<br><br>A tremor of anticipation ran down her spine as Zara slowly turned so that her back was to the Captain and she reached for her panties and slowly lowered them down. She bent over so that her sex was completely exposed to her client, letting the Captain see her swollen lips and her glistening sex.<br><br>Remaining in the bent over position, she reached for the clasp of her heels and unbuckled them before she slowly raised herself back up.<br><br>She kicked off her shoes and her panties, now completely nude for her Captain. <em>Her...Captain.</em> Because good God, Zara was already hooked on the woman. She didn't know who she was or where she came from but Zara wanted more.<br><br>Lowering herself down to her knees, Zara crawled towards the Captain and slowly kissed the tip of her boots, whispering huskily, "Allow me to remove your boots, Captain..."<br><br>She continued to rain soft kisses along the Captain's legs as she slowly dealt with the twenty or so buckles. Taking her time to do it right...and to offer a delectable view of her back and her ass, of course.<br><br>Frustration was already teasing Zara in the worst of ways...but there was no way she was going to whine impatiently. At least...not yet.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 23:26:07</strong>
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				Imogen concentrated mostly on breathing as Zara retrieved the cup, stripped off her remaining clothes, and crawled over to her.<br><br>In.<br><br>Out.<br><br>Steady. Calm. Confident.<br><br>Not at all like she'd have liked nothing better than to pick up the woman in front of her, slam her down on the bed, and then fuck her until neither of them could see straight. Or stand.<br><br>But damnit, she was determined she was going to spin this out – enjoy it, luxuriate maybe. One of the advantages of being rich was that she didn't need to get off and get out – she could take her time. She could learn what made this woman groan, what made her pant, what made her beg, and what made her scream.<br><br>And then she would make her do all four of the above. Repeatedly. In varying orders.<br><br>She felt her muscles clench automatically as Zara kissed her legs – not being touched was a very old habit. In the navel business, if one did well, one made enemies – hell, if one did well enough to continue breathing, one made enemies. Imogen had decided long ago it was easier not to let anyone get so much as the opportunity to stick a knife somewhere uncomfortable, never mind the upper hand, which meant not letting anyone touch her if she could help it.<br><br>So pushing away the urge to press against that mouth, to order it into more intimate, pleasurable places was something she was long used to.<br><br>And if it was harder this time than it had been...ever before, well, she refused to think about that at this moment in time.<br><br>“Stand.” she said softly when both boots were undone and off. She surveyed the bed before reaching out and snagging one of the scarves that looked like it was reasonably thick and soft, running it through her fingers as she considered it.<br><br>“Turn so you face away from me.”<br><br>The collection of toys on the bed was certainly impressive, but it was missing something. Thankfully Imogen had brought her own – even if Zara had provided one, she'd probably not have used it. Most of them were too florally scented to appeal.<br><br>Once Zara's back was turned, she slipped out of her jacket and removed a small bottle of massage oil from one of the pockets before tossing it on the desk stool.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 01:01:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The last thing she could possible want to do was turn away from her client, who was proving to be even more intoxicating than the brandy Zara had been consuming. But if it was what she commanded, then she would happily do so.<br><br>She slowly rose from the kneeling position she had and after giving the Captain another soft kiss along her knees, raised herself up and sucked on her lower lip when she saw her reach for one of her scarves.<br><br>She wanted...so much!<br><br>Her nipples ached to be touched and teased; her sex throbbing and quivering with anticipation. Zara was more than ready.<br><br>She took a deep breath and pushed her hair behind her shoulder as she turned, just as she had been instructed; the only movement was of her shoulder jumping slightly when she heard something clatter on the desk.<br><br>Licking her lips, she whispered softly, her voice trembling in anticipation, "How else may I serve you, Captain?"</span>
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				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 12:06:52</strong>
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				She smiled softly as she took the scarf and laid it gently across Zara's eyes, tying it behind her head tightly enough that if she tossed her head or rubbed it against the covers it wouldn't come off easily.<br><br>Oh, the advantage of being so good with knots...<br><br>She quite pointedly did not think about the fact that the temptation to run her fingers through the woman's hair was almost overwhelming. She settled for lightly tugging the occasionally strand as she completed the knot, keeping half an eye out to see what reaction that would garner.<br><br>“Some basic ground rules, just so we're clear,” she said as she was working. “You do not speak without permission. When you do speak, the last word out of your mouth every time will be 'Captain'. You most certainly do not come without permission. If it gets too much for you, you are to say the word 'maelstrom'...or if you are gagged, click your fingers. Nod if you understand.”<br><br>Having finished the knot, she lightly traced her way up Zara's spine with a fingernail, just to see if she'd move in response in anyway, before going to move the items on the bed so that Zara would be able to lie down without having to do so over them.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 13:00:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The instant she felt the scarf come over her eyes, Zara let her eyes drift shut, a small smile playing along her lips. Oh, this was getting better and better!<br><br>She whimpered lightly at the tug on her hair, the sound clearly showing the anticipation she felt over what was about to occur. Hair pulling...it was such a turn on. It made her feel like a rag doll when her clients pulled and jerked on her hair and it elicited the most truest of sounds from her.<br><br>Zara snapped to attention when the Captain begin speaking, making sure she understood quite well what was expected of her. The rules were simple enough but Zara knew from experience that even though the rules were simple, it did not mean that following them would be as well. But she did as was requested and nodded her head; and even snapped her fingers to further show her understanding.<br><br>A loud gasp escaped as she felt the Captain's fingernail trail up her spine, a choked groan slipping out before the finger disappeared. She bit her lower lip, running her tongue over her piercings to keep herself from whimpering like such a needy whore.<br><br>But really...could she do as the Captain ordered and not cum until it was time? Good God, she didn't think she would be able to hold back!</span>
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				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 13:25:07</strong>
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				Now that Zara definitely couldn't see her, Imogen grinned freely at the nod - the freedom to let her facial expressions show freely was not one she experienced often, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.<br><br>Once the covers were clear, she turned to Zara again, putting a hand on her hop to guide her.<br><br>"Lie down on the bed. Face down."<br><br>As the woman did so, she rolled the oil bottle between her hands to warm it - no point it being cold, it would reduce the shock of the ice later if it was - before uncorking it.<br><br>The smell rolled out into the room - clean citrus edged with thyme, and something warm and spicy underlying it all. She'd never managed to get what that was out of the place that made it - all they'd done was confirm it wasn't bay and it wasn't cinnamon - but it was very expensive and rather difficult to get ahold of. Good thing she still had her contacts.<br><br>She poured a small pool of it into her hands, still grinning in anticipation while she waited for Zara to settle on the bed.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 14:29:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Zara had had her share of clients who thought themselves dominant; powerful. But with the Captain, she did not yell or scream, she did not bark out orders. She was quiet, yet commanding and it was what truly pulled Zara into the desire to do her bidding.<br><br>Her skin jumped slightly when she felt the touch on her hip, but she nodded at the Captain's request and moved to lie down on the bed.<br><br>A quiet sigh escaped her, her bedsheets being cool to her flushed body. Like a feline, she crawled up on her bed and stretched as she lowered herself down with her arms above her head. She did not know in what position the Captain wanted her...but she would be quick to change if she so wished her to.<br><br>She turned her head and caught the scent of...citrus? Her nose wrinkled slightly in confusion before she laid her head on her bed. What was that smell for? The only thing she could possibly think of was lotion...or maybe...some ointment? But...for what?<br><br>Her body had goosebumps and her heart was thundering in her chest...what else was in store for her?</span>
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				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 15:23:29</strong>
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				Still smiling, Imogen slid onto the bed next to Zara – there was a definite heat between her legs at the mere anticipation of this.<br><br>To wind her play things down, and then wind them up again, over and over, until they didn't know if they were coming or going was one of her favourite games. And something in her was demanding that she put Zara through the ringer.<br><br>Frankly, she couldn't really find it in herself to say no.<br><br>She smoothed the oil between her hands, then onto Zara's back, starting at her shoulders working down, allowing the oil's scent to swell to fill the room. Her hands were firm, but not punishingly so – this was meant to be soothing, calming, providing them both with a bit of space to breathe.<br><br>And maybe, just maybe, giving Imogen a baseline to work up from.<br><br>Taking her time, and enjoying exploring Zara's body, she worked methodically. Her fingers kneaded the woman's muscles, seeking out and soothing any knots she might have had, physically forcing her to relax. She continued worked further down, past her shoulders, then ribcage, waist, arse... she couldn't help but trail teasing finger tips down between her thighs, so close to her sex but not actually touching the moist, appealing folds.<br><br>Well, she figured, a little tantalisation was good for the soul.<br><br>It occurred to her as she did this that she hadn't been as clear in her instructions as she could have liked – she got up onto her knees to kneel over the woman's prone body, so her mouth was close to her ear, hands resting idly at Zara's waist.<br><br>“Just to clarify, you can make whatever sounds you like,” she started, but the nearness of Zara's ear was just so distracting...<br><br>Oh, to hell with it.<br><br>She firmly bit her earlobe, tugging on it gently as she dug her nails in at the woman's waist before releasing with both mouth and hands to lightly run her tongue around the firm shell of her ear.<br><br>“You just can't say any <strong>words</strong> without my say-so,” she finished, whispering a tad more huskily than she had intended.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 14:00:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The last thing Zara had expected was for the Captain to begin to massage her body; it wasn't bad! Quite the contrary; she felt the raw negative energy from this morning slowly fading away with each press to her tense muscles. Little by little, her body was relaxing and was becoming pliant under her expert touch.<br><br>A few sighs and whimpers escaped Zara when the Captain would hit a rather sensitive spot. But she was enjoying this; not a lot of her clients took the time out to spoil her before fucking her.<br><br>A tremor ran down her spine when she felt the Captain's hands moving down to her ass, her breathing becoming a bit labored at the touches upon her heated skin. When the tips of her finger ran down between her thighs, Zara let out a loud moan and slowly spread her legs opened a bit more.<br><br>Gods, she was so horny!<br><br>Her breath stilled when she felt the Captain's lips so close to her ear, tilting her head and nodding in understanding. She knew what was required of her; and she would make damn sure and not disobey the Captain.<br><br>A sharp cry escaped her when she felt the bite to her earlobe, her body slightly writhing under the Captain's at the attention to her sensitive ear.<br><br>Her sex quivered with need; knowing that she was slick and so ready to be taken.<br><br>She wanted to be taken! Needed...needed to be taken so badly...<br><br>Zara worried a bit more that she wasn't going to last long under the Captain's touch.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 20:25:37</strong>
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				Imogen sat back and looked Zara over with an experienced eye.<br><br>“Turn over,” she said, and then went to get one of the lengths of ropes from where she'd placed the toys at the side of the bed. Once Zara was settled on her back, she looped it around one of Zara's wrists and then tied it to the nearest bed post, and then ran the rope across to the other side of the bed so she could do the same there with her other wrist.<br><br>“Good,” she muttered to herself, testing the knots – they'd certainly hold against more than a few firm tugs.<br><br>She coated her hands in oil once more, and laid them on Zara's shoulders, stroking her way down again – it wasn't so much a massage this time as just...touching. Enjoying the contact.<br><br>Of course, Zara might not be quite so relaxed about it, she thought happily, revelling in the control – she made sure her hands did not stray onto any of the normal erogenous zones; several times, she'd trail her fingertips up the inside of Zara's thighs, but break away before touching the apex. Her hands would skirt the base of the rise of her breasts, but would never touch the nipples, thumbs would lightly dance across the base of her neck, but never apply any real, satisfactory pressure. Imogen certainly knew that if she'd been on the receiving end of this, she'd be going slowly mad.<br><br>Well, to be honest, even on this side of things, she was going slowly mad, but it was easier not to think about that.<br><br><em>'I wonder if I can get her to disobey her instructions and get her desperate enough to beg without me telling her to...'</em><br><br>The thought crossed her mind as she played that she would really, really like to see this woman strung up against one of the posts with her arse turning slowly red at the paddle's kiss.<br><br><em>'But I do despise giving punishment for no reason,</em> she thought, frowning.<br><br>But her smile returned a second later, as the solution presented itself to her – she'd make her come without permission. Then she could paddle her to her heart's content.<br><br><em>'Provided of course, I can actually manage to bring her.'</em> She frowned again – if Zara was a very experienced or very thoroughly trained submissive, she might be able to hold off, and an alternate plan would be needed.<br><br><em>'But I can find that out easily enough,</em> she thought, <em>'and I think it's time I changed the rhythm on this anyway – no need for anyone to get bored.'</em><br><br>As quietly as she could, she retrieved one of the ice-cubes from the glass; it had melted to half the size it had been, but was still more than big enough for her purposes.<br><br>“Tell me Zara,” she said, leaning over her and without any warning, pressing the ice to her left nipple – she held it there for a couple of seconds before moving it to circle round her crest, leaving spirals of water in its wake. “How long have you been in your current position in this Teahouse?”
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 14:09:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Oh Christ Almighty, she wasn't going to make it.<br><br>She was trying! She truly was! But she had known she was going to be in trouble the instant the Captain had told her to turn around and then she had seen the ropes. Normally, Zara was a well experienced whore that she could hold off. There were mental practices she used on herself to make her body behave.<br><br>...But that wasn't going to work today.<br><br>One of the reasons she knew her clients kept coming back to her was because of her honest and true response. She wasn't one of those whores that held back and did everything the client wanted her to do because she knew it would please them. Her emotions were raw and honest and she gave it to the client...and yet, she never said no to them. Even if she screamed and begged, 'No' was rarely uttered by her while she was in her bedroom with a client.<br><br>The way the Captain touched her front was different from the way she had touched her back and Zara could not keep herself from arching and writhing against the touches. She whimpered, biting her lower lip as she pressed her head to the mattress and squeezed her eyes shut.<br><br><em>This is a test. A test to prove if I can handle it...Oh fuck, I'm so wet!</em><br><br>She gasped loudly when she moved to touch her breasts and then left her nipples aching! Her hands clenched into fists and in automatic response she had jerked on her bindings, only to find them tight and restricting. Well of course! She wasn't going to give her any lee-way!<br><br>When the fingertips touched her thighs, she spread them open to let her see and catch the scent of her arousal...but she did nothing. Zara clenched her teeth and opened her eyes to looked up at the Captain, the need obvious in her gaze. Just one touch...she would behave after one touch!<br><br>When the Captain leaned over her, Zara's lips trembled slightly as she gave her a soft smile but her eyes widened when she felt the ice cold cube pressed against her hard nipple. A sharp cry escaped her as her back arched and she shuddered violently. Low moans escaped her as she tossed her head from side to side, struggling to not beg the Captain to lick and suck on her nipples. To touch them; pinch them...FUCK! Do something!<br><br>She shivered at the feel of the ice cube moving along her sensitive skin, licking her lips as she thought about the question. "A....A few years, Captain." She swallowed hard as she looked at the woman and pleaded silently with her eyes. "I've been under the Teahouse roof since it first opened."<br><br>If her eyes did not give her away, then her voice did.<br><br>Zara was in her own kind of Heaven. She was being used and touched and sexually tortured by a beautiful woman...This morning had turned out to be quite wonderful!</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 23:50:19</strong>
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				A few years?<br><br>While initially Imogen would have said that would be bad, the way Zara was trembling and kept spreading her legs contradicted the worry that she would be too reserved to break.<br><br>And oh fuck she smelt good.<br><br>She'd never regretted her stance on her interactions as much as she did at the moment. The pressure of her bra and shirt against her nipples – something she never normally noticed – was tempting her to tear both items off, and there was definitely a certain liquidity between her legs when she shifted, squeezing her thighs together.<br><br><em>I don't think I've been this turned on in...years,'</em> she thought with no small amount of dismay. Her leather trousers were providing a distinct lack of stimulation.<br><br>Fuck, but when she was done, she was going to be out of here so fast and finding somewhere to get herself off, if people blinked, they'd miss her. <br><br>It was nothing personal, but she had a feeling that if this went on one jot longer than she wanted it to and stopped her getting her own satisfaction she'd get so frustrated there was a high possibility she might kill someone.<br><br>Slowly.<br><br>With a spoon.<br><br>“And do you enjoy your time here? Learn much?” she asked, her voice still utterly sedate and tranquil, showing none of the frustration she was feeling.<br><br>There was a droplet of water on Zara's nipple that was distracting her. She stared at it for a second, almost hypnotised, fingers stilling, before leaning over and gently, oh so gently, licked it off.<br><br>And...well, one could hardly stop there.<br><br>She swirled around the nipple with her tongue before gently sucking on it, tongue still working before finally, gently, biting.<br><br>Fuck, her discipline was utterly, utterly shot. Was it this woman, this place? She had no idea, but she continued to lavish attention on Zara's left breast with her mouth while her hand moved the ice cube to her other, giving it the same treatment as the left before it as she waited for the whore's answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 20:19:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Her body squirmed under the feel of the ice but the ice also aided her in some way; it numbed her nipple where she couldn't feel the pleasure of the coldness anymore. That was a good thing, wasn't it? Yes, it had to be because if not then Zara was going to break her vow and scream to the client to touch her, to fuck her, to make her scream.<br><br>The ice cube was definitely a God-sent...until she felt the Captain's mouth against her nipple and she lost control.<br><br>"Oh!" She arched her back, her eyes squeezing shut behind the blindfold as she shuddered almost violently, her arms jerking as they tried their best to pull from their bindings. She had almost screamed 'Oh God' but had stopped herself from actually verbalizing what she had said. But...she had almost messed up...the Captain would surely have not been pleased.<br><br>She breathed raggedly through her mouth, letting out a hiss as she felt the ice cube on her other sensitive nipple.<br><br><em>How could she possibly think under these actions!?</em><br><br>"I..." Zara whimpered, mewling as she arched her back once more, enjoying the attention she was receiving. She was a whore in every sense of the word; attention-seeking, physically, emotionally...Zara was a whore in every which way.<br><br>"Y-Yes..." She stammered lightly, "I...I l-like...it....." She struggled to think, completely forgetting what the questions had been. For all she bloody well knew of the question, Captain could have asked her if she was a virgin and she would have said 'Yes'.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 00:01:08</strong>
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				Imogen let go of the nipple, but kept her face down, grinning against Zara's skin, feeling her buck against her.<br><br>Oh fuck, this was both fun, and turning her mad. She felt like she had a furnace between her legs – heat just begging to be seen to.<br><br>With some force of will, she pushed it out of her mind, and concentrated wholly on the body below her. Licking, kissing, biting, she worked her way down Zara's body, from the curve of the underside of her breast, over the ribcase, the waist – which she took particular delight in traces its curves with her tongue – and over her hip.<br><br>She let her hand drift down between the woman's legs as she did so – fuck, so much heat.<br><br>She couldn't resist any longer. Sliding between her legs, she traced a single finger around her dripping opening before sliding two gently inside, twisting and curling them as she did so to provide more stimulation.<br><br>She kissed the inside of the whore's thigh as her hand worked – so tantalisingly close, but so far.<br><br>“And what is the activity you most enjoy with your clients?” she asked, lips slightly muffled against Zaras leg – she was honestly curious whether the woman would be able to answer coherently at this point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 04:33:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">A little whimper of objection escaped from her lips as she felt the Captain release her ultra sensitive nipple, wishing that the woman would continue to suckle upon her breast. She was almost certain that she could orgasm just by that kind of stimulation; but then again...she wasn't allowed to orgasm, was she?<br><br>Her thoughts were soon interrupted as she felt the Captain moving her way down her body, her back arching and her body continuing to squirm as she felt her sex throb with the need to be touched. All she needed was one touch...one fucking fantastic touch...and she would break apart.<br><br>The instant Zara felt the Captain's fingers slide inside of her, her hips jerked and she cried out loudly, "Fuck!" She gritted her teeth realizing what she had just done.<br><br>Shit! No...she hadn't wanted to go against the Captain but...Oh God, it had felt soooo good!<br><br>Panting hard and fast, Zara blinked behind the blindfolds and hoped that she was able to recover quickly enough for the Captain not to doubt her, "Fuck...ing..." She panted, struggling to breathe normally though she knew she couldn't. There was a fine sheet of perspiration along her body as she struggled not to orgasm.<br><br>"I..." Her voice trembled, making her squirm as she milked the fingers inside of her, hoping that her client wouldn't be upset about her disobedience. "I...e-enjoy...f-fucking..." She hadn't <em>wanted</em> to go against her orders...<br><br>...Well...she <em>had</em>. But she sincerely hoped that the Captain wouldn't find it upsetting and would realize that it was because Zara was simply on the brink of exploding for her.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 16:23:07</strong>
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				Imogen bit her thigh lightly and grinned to herself – so close! <br><br>It had been well covered though – and gave her a perfectly opening.<br><br>“Oh really?” she said, cocking her head to one side as she looked up the woman’s writhing body. She couldn’t stop herself from squirming on the bed, trying to put some pressure on the area between her legs – she wouldn’t touch, she wouldn’t!<br><br>She started sawing her fingers in and out of the wet opening, setting up a fast rhythm, curling them occasionally to provide more sensation on her opening or to touch the sweet spot inside her. “Like this?” The scent was heavenly and maddening, and she could feel the walls trying to milk her fingers.<br><br><em>’’I have got to fuck her with something a little larger next time,</em> she thought, wondering which of the toys she’d strewn by the side of the bed would work best.<br><br>Silently, she bet herself she could make the whore come in the next ten seconds as she leant forward and licked Zara’s clit before sucking it into her mouth, tongue circling it furiously.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 14:22:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">As her fingers began to move in and out of her sex in a rapid pace, Zara knew she was fucked. Literally fucked. She bucked her hips and threw her head back as her arms and legs jerked against the bindings, trying her best to move so that she could respond more appropriately to her client.<br><br>She just wanted to wrap her legs around her head and press her hands to the back of the Captain's head! What was so wrong with that!!<br><br>Her breathing was coming in hard pants, her mouth parted as she submitted to the Captain's assault, her body no longer fighting what she wanted to do. Dimly, she heard the question thrown at her, and it took her a few hard gasps to answer, but when she did...she wondered if the Captain would consider it speaking against her wishes.<br><br>"Oh God....Yes!" Zara sobbed as she tried to buck her hips, "Like...t-that, Captain...Like that...Oh fuck...fuck!"<br><br>The tongue on her clit caused a scream to rip out of her and as soon as the Captain began to suck her clit in her mouth, Zara was lost. With a sudden wail of mixed emotions -- intense pleasure from her orgasm and disappointment at having gone against her client's wishes -- Zara exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm.<br><br>"Captain!!" There was no way she could possibly stop her orgasm from coming; it was raw and out of control. It was beautiful</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 02:26:56</strong>
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				The reactant jolt of heat that curled up from between her legs through her body, to the point that it even made her fucking <em>lips</em> tingle was ridiculous, in Imogen's opinion.<br><br>Totally inappropriate reaction for watching someone else achieve an orgasm.<br><br>Didn't stop the fact that it was happening to her mind.<br><br>She hid her smile against the woman's clit, licking gently as she came down from the high, taking advantage from the traditional post-orgasm-sensitivity to make her squirm from it.<br><br>“Oh dear,” she said, her voice low and authoritative. “I do believe that's one of my rules you've broken. No, I lie – two of them.”<br><br>The words themselves might be scolding, but the tone she said it in was mirthful, maybe even a little mocking – very far from upset.<br><br>She already knew what she was going to do, of course, as she levered herself to her feet and walked around the bed to the knots that held Zara's wrists – damnit, her walk was very liquid; this was ridiculous!<br><br>Didn't stop her from being curious though.<br><br>“So,” she asked in that same mocking tone as she plucked at the knots, freeing her hands and gently rubbing them to encourage any circulation that might have been lost in the struggles of when she came. “What sort of punishment do you think this deserves?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 15:24:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Her chest continued to rise and fall as she breathed raggedly, trying to control the waves of pleasure that continued to cause her body to arch and writhe on the bed. Shit. She hadn't meant to orgasm -- <em>Yes you had!</em> -- alright...maybe she had meant to orgasm. But it had been so worth it!<br><br>A little whimper escaped her as she turned towards the sound of the Captain's voice, wishing that she could see the other woman. She wanted to see her and see if she was pleased...or angry. Because in the end, Zara lived to please her clients.<br><br>"Captain," Zara gasped softly as she felt the knots to her wrists being undone, shivering in fear that perhaps she truly had upset the Captain and she was leaving. "Please...Captain...I'm sorry...I didn't..." She swallowed hard before she continued, her voice trembling, "I couldn't....help myself..."<br><br><em>It had been mind-blowing!</em><br><br>A soft gasp came out of her as she felt the Captain rubbing her sore wrists. She would have marks on her wrists from the bonds...how delicious!<br><br>"Anything, Captain..." Zara whispered breathlessly, her head turned towards her, her lips parted to allow for rapid breathing, "Punish me in...in any way...Spank me...whip me....hurt me....draw blood..."<br><br>She ran her tongue eagerly along her lower lips, shivering at her own words.<br><br>"Anything that will place me back in your good graces, Captain...please...?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 15:53:19</strong>
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				Imogen smiled, but made no move to take off Zara's blindfold. “Whip, spank...draw blood?”<br><br><em>Giving me ideas now...</em><br><br>“I'll take it all into consideration, but for now, I need you to get up, off the bed, so I can tie you to one of those posts.”<br><br>She stood back to allow Zara to fumble her way off the bed. Fine, it was her room, so the task wasn't exactly hard, but she still liked the degree of control she had, what with being the only one that was able to see at the moment.<br><br><em>Next time I come here, I'm going to give serious thought to setting up some sort of obstacle course, </em> she thought. <em>Something that actually makes her fumble, and something that stings to make her really try. Candle wax, maybe. Or fresh ginger root.</em><br><br>Of course, one of the more disturbing things about this session was how fast her mindset had gone from giving things a go to see if she liked it to 'next time'.<br><br>When the hell had her brain decided there would even <em>be</em> a next time?<br><br>Fuck knows. It was something she refused to think about.<br><br>She eyed the toys – clamps, definitely. Paddle too. She wanted something she could whip her with as well, ideally, but she had no desire to raise welts on her for the moment – the rope with a few knots in it and swung reasonably hard would do, she decided.<br><br>For that matter, she still had some of the ice left. But that would numb her, which was the last thing she wanted. Unless she held it against her clit and let her loose feeling in the once place she'd want it.<br><br><em>Definitely has promise...</em><br><br>“Tell me when you <em>think</em> you're ready, pet,” she said, the name slipping out from her lips without her knowledge or permission.<br><br><em>Now why the hell did I go and call her that?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 04:29:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">It was going to be a little bit tricky getting out of her bed. Not because she couldn't see, though there was that...but because her legs felt completely liquid. Even moving to the edge of the bed was proving to be quite a task.<br><br>But there was no way she was going to keep the Captain waiting...Oh no. Zara was just as eager to find out what was going to happen next.<br><br>Her knees almost gave out as she stood up, a little whimper escaping once she finally stood up and moved towards the end of the bed. She walked slowly, placing one foot in front of the other, able to remember just what her room looked like in her mind.<br><br>One hand ran along the covers of the bed until she found the end of her bed and it was then that she curled her fingers around the dark wood, holding on. Moving to the middle, she reached for the other end and wrapped her fingers around that piece of wood as well.<br><br>Then, as an act of submission, she spread her legs wide apart and leaned forward just a bit, her hair cascading down to act like a curtain around her face.<br><br><em>Pet. She called me pet!</em> Her chest rose and fell with the sense of...pride...she felt at that name.<br><br>"I <em>am</em> ready, Captain" Zara's voice came out breathless, laced with anticipation and desire. And servitude.<br><br>Gods, she wanted to hurt! To bleed!...She wanted to feel the orgasm that came from her pain...And she knew the Captain would give it to her.<br><br>The Captain would make her forget about this morning's humiliation. And what more...the Captain would make her forget about <em>him</em>.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helbling</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 22:08:05</strong>
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				Imogen smiled as she looked at Zara's submissive pose before her.<br><br><em>My, but she does make a pretty picture.</em><br><br>All the more fun to despoil.<br><br>First were the clamps. She started between her legs – one on her clit, and one on each of her lips, causing them to protrude just slightly, the wetness on them glistening in the light. She ran a light finger inbetween them as she worked, teasing, promising.<br><br>Then two each on the inside of her thighs – somewhere Imogen knew from experience could sting horribly.<br><br>She stopped for a minute to take in the woman's reaction, smiling to herself as she reached for more.<br><br>Four on the horizontal across her lower stomach – more targets than anything else but the sense of symmetry at least appealed to what aesthetic taste she had.<br><br>Then two on the nipples themselves – she sucked and licked them before she put them on, gently biting to tease them both to a point, rolling one between her fingers while her mouth worked the other, until they were so pert she swore she could see goosebumps rising as she blew on them.<br><br>Then, finally, and more to amuse Imogen more than anything, she put one on Zara's lower lip.<br><br>“Let's see if that reminds you to keep to the rules this time, hm?”<br><br>Deciding that she's start light and then work her way to harder – not that Zara would need much coaxing to enjoy the sterner strokes from the looks of things, but Imogen always like the contrast between starting strikes and completing ones – she slid her hand over Zara's buttocks before landing five stinging slaps on each cheek, alternating them until her hand felt warm from the blows.<br><br>“You remember the safe word, yes?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 04:38:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The first clamp to her clit made her buck her hips and let out a sharp cry of pain mixed in with some pleasure. Fuck! It hurt...and it felt so good! Zara could practically feel her juices trickling down her inner thighs as she felt the Captain continue to place clamps all along her body.<br><br>She was powerless to stop the loud gasps and the shudders that traveled her body. But with every clamp, her body writhed and arched, wanting more...seeking more of the abuse. Now that she had disobeyed her Mistress, she was going to make damn sure and not repeat that again.<br><br>Christ but the next time she orgasmed, she was going to scream the house down and pass out!<br><br>Zara took deep shallow breaths, mewling when the Captain began to suckle and tease her nipples. She arched her back, tossing her head up to let out another whimper and soft scream until she felt the clamps on her nipples. The pain caused her hips to jerk, which made the clamps on her lower half wiggle and add another couple of bites of discomfort.<br><br>She felt like she was being bitten by ants. Zara loved it. Every hurt, every pinch, every delicious torture--<br><br>A hitched gasp escaped her when the Captain placed the last clamp on her lower lip, moaning softly.<br><br>She wished that the blindfold was taken off; she wanted the Captain to see the sting of tears in her eyes. To see the glitter of desire and want in her gaze as tears trickled out of the corner of her eyes. Not from pain -- God No! -- but from absolute pleasure and desire. She wanted nothing more than to prove to the Captain that she could be the perfect whore for her.<br><br>The sudden feel of the Captain's hand along her ass made her moan before a sharp wail escaped her at the sudden blows to her asscheeks. She felt her cheeks clench, her back arch and her body tremble with each spank. Every slap on her cheek made her entire body jiggle and the clamps wave and move with her motions. Her ass cheeks became bright red in no time.<br><br>Zara was in her very own hellish heaven. She wanted more; craved every bit of the slaps to her ass...and yet, she wanted to feel more. Experience more. She wanted the Captain to use her body as her own personal masterpiece.<br><br>Safe word? What Safe word? Zara would rather bleed out than ever use a safe word.<br><br>...But like the good little slut that she was, Zara jerked her head up and down and stammered out, her voice laced with desire and pain, "Yes, Captain...I remember..."<br><br>...<em>But I sure as hell won't use it</em>...</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 23:27:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">(Continued from the Ground Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4959128#msg4959128))<br><br>She slowly opened her bedroom, pleased to see that it looked immaculate. It was one of the few things she respected the servants of the Teahouse with; they knew how to turn a room around quickly. She took a few steps inside, breathing in the light scene of vanilla that lingered in the room. She admired her room as anyone else would, knowing that while her room was dark and mysterious, it hid her deepest and darkest pleasures. As if to remind her that no dark pleasure was too far from the surface, an image of her body writhing on the bed as the Captain assaulted her sex&nbsp; made her falter, and her voice was breathless when she spoke again.<br><br>"Here we are, Henry," Zara slowly turned, hazel eyes darkening with lust as she let her eyes wander over his body in a fairly more blatant manner. When her eyes touched the Iron cross on his chest, she did not hesitate as she took a few steps towards him until she was standing right in front of him. Her fingertips raised up and she didn't touch the medal...but the man himself.<br><br>"You are a man of importance, I presume?" Zara's voice was soft, curious, with just a hint of dark pleasure. She <em>loved</em> knowing that the respectable men of society had more fun between her legs than caring for the duties of their pompous friends. "Invaluable?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 00:11:20</strong>
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				The Colonel would hardly know what he had just stepped into. Our most gullible man in uniform was led to this establishment on the recommendations that this Zara lady possessed the warmest of dispositions, who was most suitable for his wounded core. Indeed, the decorated officer was a changed man ever since he returned home from what was coined the fateful Charge of the Light Brigade, where out of the 500-odd who took part, only 20 lived to tell the tale.<br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/97/CatonWoodvilleLightBrigade.jpeg)<br><br>"Survivor's guilt", as some of the leading medical minds came to call it. But Flashman knew not of it. His own journal was filled at first with meticulously-detailed logs of his campaigning, and most recently devolved into the deranged ramblings of a most troubled mind. His aide came upon one of those few latest entries, decided to turn a tidy profit by informing it to Flashman's erstwhile colleagues, who in turn decided to play this prank upon him. The entire raison d'être of his visit was not an entirely unmitigated farce, however. If there was any grain of truth in this recommendation, it was that Zara was known to favor the most exotic and odd of gifts.<br><br>As Flashman was led into her bedroom, he had the good graces to close the door behind them, not once uttering a word till their privacy was secured. Despite his stoic outwards appearance, the smoldering of desire in his steely gaze was evident, just as her own dark, dangerous orbs considered his own frame. While he knew just what he came for, he was surprised at the palpable relief when the whore struck up a semblance of a conversation. Often enough at the other whorehouses, the girls simply spread their legs and didn't care how or why he did it. <br><br>"Some may think so, m'lady. I did what I was told to do, and now, all they need me for is to chat with royalty, shake hands and extoll the boons of enlistment to foolish young boys."<br><br>Grateful now that he hadn't slipped his gloves back on, his fingertips were raised to brush against her jawline lightly, dragging them up against the lobe of her ear before slipping them through her dark tresses, lingering there whilst sampling it for the first time.<br><br>"I am here... for my esteemed peers have confided in me that you have what it takes to serve my... needs."<br><br>The vision of Zara at the piano just moments before... while he had his doubts with word of mouth alone, that brief performance was all it took to utterly convince him that his choice of whore was most ideal. Surely, any lady who could produce music of that delicate quality must be most well-bred.. and gentle.<br><br>"I trust that you have a heart most gentle, m'lady?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 00:47:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The touch of his fingertips along her jawline made her shiver and when he sank his fingers into&nbsp; her hair, Zara did the most natural thing in the world and let her head fall back, exposing her neck to him to do as he wished. She let her eyes drift shut as she listened to him speak. His voice was soothing, deep and full of power...and she was quite a bit lost in the melodic tone. That is, until her mind registered what he said, and her eyes slowly opened in slight confusion and even a hint of...amusement.<br><br><em>"I trust that you have a heart most gentle, m'lady?"</em><br><br>A heart most gentle. No, she had no heart. Was this some kind of joke? The conversation that she had with Fiona came back to her and for a second, her eyes flashed with anger before it was quickly masked. There was no way the little brat would be cunning enough to send her a John to 'teach her' how to make love and not have just sex. But if Harry thought that she was going to bend to his will and <em>make love</em>, he was sadly mistaken.<br><br>"I have," Zara spoke softly, moving away from him and turning around, slowly unfastening her corset as she walked towards her bed, her hand caressing her bed post. "...hands that will take you to hell and back. A mouth that will make you see stars...and a body that will demand to be possessed." She turned to look over her shoulder and watched Harry out of the corner of her eye, her voice low, "A heart, Colonel? No...I do not have that...but I <strong><em>do</em></strong> have what you want."<br><br>She turned, exposing her body to him, letting the corset dress fall to the floor to remain nude in nothing but black stilettos and black thigh highs. Her breasts were full and flushed, her nipples hard and pebbled with arousal and from the coolness of the room. And her body still had a few of the marks that the Captain had left on her body. She wiggled her finger and softly ordered, "Come here, Harry. The fun is just about to begin."<br><br>Her smile was seductive but it held a hint of dominance, and the look in her eyes said it all; he wasn't leaving her bedroom until he was completely satisfied. She wouldn't let him leave.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 01:05:12</strong>
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				This was going to be an interesting test of wills. Think that she could impose her will upon his, did she?<br><br>For a brief moment his entire being was filled to the brim with shock. When the realization came that he was misled and lied to, he could only imagine the amount of chortling his <em>"most esteemed"</em> colleagues would have back at the club. Wrath replaced shock which replaced desire only just before, and even if Flashman thought that he was hardly betraying the change in mood his entire form was quite <em>literally</em> shaking with uncontained fury.<br><br>With his eyes latched helplessly upon the whore, he was unable to tear his gaze away as she undressed before him without even a second thought, making a delectable display of it as his tongue lashed unconsciously against his lower lip. Wrath gradually gave way to desire once again, but yet not all of it could be seeped off, resulting in a heady mix of angry passion. Indeed, he had come to make love, but with the whore's wanton provocation he resolved to fight fire with an inferno itself. <br><br>Instead of giving in to her gentle order, the very sight of her alluring visage gave way to an idea for him. Remembering now that he had arrived with an exquisite gift in tow, the Colonel knew too well that demanding her to <em>come</em> to him would barely work. Instead, from within his jacket he produced a sizable, flat velvet box that was sure to provoke an overlying curiosity.<br><br>"Not yet, Zara... not yet. I brought with me a most amusing trinket from the lands of the orient. It'd complete your ensemble as it is, I'm certain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 06:02:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The change of emotion came so swiftly; one moment she could feel the heat and hunger in his gaze and the next, she felt his fury. She didn't know which one excited her more; desire...or anger? Anger, of course.<br><br>When he produced the flat, velvet box Zara had to struggle not to snap at him to put it away. She was not certain what it was, but if it could not be used to bring her any amount of pain, then she wanted nothing to do with it. She shifted and raised herself up on her bed, lazily shifting until she was sitting on her bed with her knees spread apart, offering him a complete view of her scantly clad body.<br><br>Her head tilted to the side, dark locks cascading down one shoulder as hazel eyes stared at the box and then into Harry's eyes, her voice curious, "What do you have in the box, Harry?" Her lips curved into a slightly humorless smile as she teased, "Trinkets to win my affection, hm? I hope not. I do hope you know...anything you do to me here..." Her fingertips caressed her bedsheets, eyes smouldering with desire, "...will be more than enough to win me over."<br><br>But try as she might, she couldn't stop looking at the velvet box, or at the man standing before her. She could see that some of the anger had diminished, but there was still some there. And she wanted to latch on to it, to feed into it until he lashed out at her.<br><br>In a soft voice, Zara shifted and scooted closer to the middle of the bed, repeating quietly once more, "What do you have in the box, Colonel?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 06:15:06</strong>
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				Our dear Flashy... how hard he had struggled against giving in to his most base instincts! His previous girls they were ravished thoroughly, till they felt like nothing more than a damp, limp rag used to scrub the toilets. It was in this very Teahouse that he sought the balm to his troubled self, and this sweet Zara did nothing but to poke, prod and provoke his baser yearnings. Feeling his throat tighten a little from the well-performed art of lazy passion and open display, he tried his utmost to ignore her exhortation to rip his own clothes apart and take her, there and then.<br><br>But yet he knew all too well, that to give in to that urge was to place himself in her thrall. A position that he hardly relished to have. This Zara was an exquisite piece.. one he knew he'd wish to visit and use, again and again. The first encounter mattered the most... set the tone for the future appointments to come and he had to seize every opportunity that presented itself.<br><br>Laying the closed velvet box down upon the sheets he performed a tease of his own, shrugging out of his jacket to reveal his lean, well-toned torso straining lightly against his well-pressed shirt. As he retrieved the box, his fingertips drew along the perimeter of it in the same manner as her jawline was caressed, recounting the tale of how this particular piece was retrieved.<br><br>"What I have here... once graced the throat of a queen of the distant Orient. She had quite the audacity of supporting a most foolish rebellion that had to be put down most promptly.."<br><br>(http://www.artesanum.com/upload/postal/9/4/3/collar_de_alpaca_y_jade-93504.jpg)<br><br>The Colonel allowed several moments for the tale to sink in, drawing out the revelation of this particular article before opening the box in full to display an immaculate jade necklace that was well fit enough for royalty. If Zara ever chose to wear it in public it'd be quite the scandal for one of her station to even possess it.<br><br>"This was retrieved from her pretty neck.. right after she was slain, of course. Queen Murtubak was quite insistent about dying with it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 06:27:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>"This was retrieved from her pretty neck.. right after she was slain, of course. Queen Murtubak was quite insistent about dying with it."</em><br><br>Zara sucked in her lower lip as he spoke, listening to the tale that he recanted with wide eyes. Her tongue idly played with the silver piercing along her lower lip, Of course, such a gruesome tales would leave most women feeling sick to their stomach, completely turned off by the idea of bedding such a cruel man. Zara, on the other hand...she felt her nipples tighten and her sex quiver in anticipation as she looked at the piece of jewelry and then at the man before her.&nbsp; She wanted to wear it.<br><br>She was going to wear it.<br><br>Shifting slightly until she moved right before him, Zara raised her hands up and slowly began to remove his pressed shirt, her movements methodical, not at all seductive as she undressed him. It wasn't until his torse became exposed that Zara spoke, and it was after she pressed a soft kiss against his chest, making sure to nip the flesh that she had just kissed. Her hazel eyes raised up as she said in a breathless voice, the excitement quivering in her voice, "I want to wear it..."<br><br>Her fingertips slid upwards to slowly push his shirt until it fell off his shoulder. As it fell, she slid up until she was on her knees on the bed, her eyes not quite level with his. Her lips curved into an eager, evil smile as she leaned close and licked his collarbone slowly, her voice low and demanding, but with a hint of submission, "Let me wear it as you take me..." She wanted him to see it upon her body as he fucked her; as he ravished her body just like he had ravished the royal Queen.<br><br>Zara raised her hand up to brush her hair aside, exposing the scar along the top of one breast. Her eyes began to burn as she smiled, knowing that even if he had wanted someone to make love to, he had chosen her. And deep down inside, she could feel the control within him ready to snap. She was going to make him snap; she <em>wanted</em> to feel him snap under the strain she would put on his body. As if to further drive home her personal promise, she rubbed her chest against his own, quivering as her nipples caressed his flesh, her whimper caught in the back of her throat.<br><br>She watched him, challenging him; daring him to deny her what she wanted.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 14:18:48</strong>
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				"No."<br><br>Flashman twisted his lips into a cruel, broad smile... anticipating the look of surprise or perhaps even shock at the initial rejection. He had purred throatily at the aggressive manner he had his shirt torn off, appreciating the practiced, precise motions of hers' that made the gesture all the more delicious. This was no simpering little chit that was serving him, and he certainly was going to get his money's worth. It was well enough that the Colonel instinctively pressed his chest against her invasive lips, letting out an appreciative groan when her teeth met flesh. Struggling by now to rein in his steadily-explosive passions, to continue holding the velvet box steady was a challenge in itself.<br><br>"Not till you have earned it, sweetling. I have ravished queens and princesses most regal, who have grovelled and crawled into my tents begging mercy for their kingdoms. Do you think you may be their match?"<br><br>Ah, he had been goaded, provoked and stoked all this while. It was very much his turn now, dangling this trinket before her very eyes before slamming the velvet box shut, chucking it to the side the moment she brushed her hair aside and closed in. For an odd moment his attention was brought to the distinctive scar at the tops of her right breast, which brought the confirmation and final realization that she truly, was quite the wanton dame and very much in contrary to the supposed "recommendation". But it was no matter - she had brought the spark to his heavily-suppressed urges and brought it to a raging flame, and it was up to her to receive the brunt of it till he was done. The tent forming in his trousers was evident long before, brushing against her midriff as her body closed in to kiss and graze her nipples against his torso. <br><br>In a bid to seize control, his powerful, sinewy arms slithered around Zara's thighs, hoisting her off the bed and forced her to straddle his hips whilst he was still on his feet. In a fearsomely powerful jerk her bare, exposed sex was forcibly mounted upon his bulge of arousal, as his left hand slid roughly upwards against her spine, spreading its calloused friction against her skin and snaked her torso tautly against his chest, which resulted in a strong, vice-like hold that restrained her very frame, almost painfully pressuring at her sex with his cock straining underneath the fabric and crushing her breasts against his broad, firm chest.<br><br>Whatever was the trapped beast going to do about it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 14:32:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">She knew he was going to say no; of course he would say no, a man who had control over a woman would hold it against her for as long as was necessary. Zara knew that; but it did not mean she had to like it. Her lashes lowered just a bit to stare at the jewels, an image of blood and death weighing heavily on the trinket. She shivered, debating whether or not to ask him once more to let her wear it. But she wouldn't...if he wanted her to earn it, then she damn well would earn it.<br><br>"Their match?" Her eyes gleamed with fire, "No...I am better."<br><br>A soft gasp escaped her when Harry picked her up and forced her body to press against his. She bit her lower lip as a whimper escaped her, the contact of his bulge against her already heated sex causing a delicious and erotic friction. Without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them behind him and blatantly grinding her hips against his covered length. Her breathing began to pick up, and as her arms wound around his neck and her fingers sank into his hair, she had to struggle not to beg for him to fuck her.<br><br>She wanted him to take her standing him, to fuck her against the wall, to throw her on the floor and force her to accept his invasion. Fuck the bed; she wanted him to claim her in every inch of her room. Her breathing accelerated, her heart thundering in her chest, and it was all she could do not to rip his pants off and impale herself on his cock.<br><br>Whether he had come to make love or not, one thing was clear; he was ready to fuck.<br><br>Her fingers tugged on his hair as her mouth leaned close and pressed a series of hungry kisses along his neck. She bit and flicked her tongue out every chance she could, tasting him, moaning softly as she enjoyed the scent and feel of him. Her hips continued to grind themselves against him, the movement limited but still...she would not stop. As her lips trailed up to his earlobe, she bit and suckled on the flesh as she panted, "Tell me what you want, Colonel...I won't run away...I won't hide..."<br><br>She dug her nails into his scalp, hissing huskily, "I'll let you hurt me...you want that, don't you?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 15:04:59</strong>
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				"Better, are you? <em>Prove it</em>."<br><br>No more words were needed now. Ignoring all else that Zara was saying they were mere babbles now, feeling his ears ringing fiercely as his senses overloaded momentarily when she had yielded to his brief, restraining embrace, latching herself upon his body just as he <em>wanted</em> her to. In his mind, the time for teases and provocations was over, and he decided to simply take her at where he stood. <br><br>Flashman allowed the whore to grind and tease herself madly upon his bulging cock momentarily, for he himself enjoyed the warm, damp sensations which she lavished all over his cock, breaking his stoic character now when he grinned into her neck and drinking in her very scent as a sharp, metallic <em>click</em> announced the release of his belt. The inevitable slither of cloth against skin announced the last portion of his undressing as an involuntarily heavy, throaty sigh slid forth from his lips when his member was <em>finally</em> released to the world, with the circumference of his girth nuzzling away at her eager, seething cunt.<br><br>None of the pair could see it for now, but if the ladies ever doubted the length of his reach, none could dispute the generosity of his girth and its delicious stretching qualities. Now that the whore had so considerately latched herself against his frame, all he needed to do to exert his will over her body was the simple clutching of her ass, lifting it gently so that the fat crown could face upwards, to which her cunt nuzzled once more the moment her hips were lowered once more.<br><br>Exerting precise control of the penetration just as he desired, she'd feel the minor tremors shuddering through his skin when her cunny lips were spread wide apart by the barely-invading cockhead, hinting of just what he and his body were capable of. It was at this point when the telltale signs of Flashman giving in to his wrathful passion showed, and eager to teach the willful, provocative whore a lesson in humility she was slammed downwards with a single stroke, fully sheathing his bayonet to the hilt within her to the tune of what may seem like a throaty battle cry. <br><br>All of her hisses, her grinding, her teasing suckling and exploration of his flesh certainly paid off by now with the passionate Colonel rutting at Zara like a beast in heat, bouncing her hips savagely against his groin without paying heed for any pain she might endure for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 15:17:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The instant she heard the belt release and the sensation of his clothes disappearing, Zara knew the time for teasing and playing games was over. A tremor of anticipation ran down her spine as she felt his length against her sex, pressing, insistent on invading her. Oh how she wanted it; and she knew that it wouldn't be slow, but it would be raw and violent. Just like she enjoyed it.<br><br>She raised one hand up to grab the top post of her bed, gaining a tight grip before she released the hold she had on his hair and grabbed on to the top post as well. Letting her head fall back, Zara let out a sharp cry as she suddenly found herself impaled on his thick member. A ripple of pleasure ran throughout her body causing her inner walls to grip around his invading cock, clinging to him as her body tried to adjust to his length. But he was having none of that and he began to thrust and fuck her violently, using her body like she wanted him to. There was no way she would be able to keep quiet, and so her moans and cries soon filled the room as she was thoroughly fucked.<br><br>Zara wasted no time in rolling her hips and clenching around his length, making sure that when he was inside of her, he was held snugly. She raised her head up as her hands continued to grip the top post, knowing that her breasts were bouncing and moving at the quick pace of his sexual ride. She whimpered, biting her lower lip as her hips rolled and undulated against his, feeling the sharp pain of their hips smacking against each other, ignoring the twinge of discomfort as he traveled deep inside of her.<br><br>All of the pain, all of the violence...she welcomed it. She adored it! Little sobs escaped her, her body arching towards him, almost raising herself completely off of his length before she jerked herself back down and impaled herself once more on his thick cock. Another sharp cry escaped her, enjoying the way she felt so empty and then was so wonderfully filled. Her legs tightened around his shaft, milking him as hazel eyes stared at him, seeing the passion...and the violence.<br><br>She loved seeing the violence. She wanted to unleash it.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 15:30:44</strong>
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				"You think that you have a magic cunt, don't you?"<br><br>Flashman taunted her, panting the words out in between moans in tandem with hers', as their voices rose in a duet of raw passion. He felt his shaft twitch and grow all the harder with the rippling and clutching he felt whenever he was deep within her, swallowing whimpers whenever she was almost completely raised off and filled her eardrums with a thunderous, gleeful and almost sadistic cry whenever his hips plowed savagely against her hips. The wet, fleshy slaps of their repeated collisions served to heighten his arousal too, and with wrath burning hotly in his eyes as they glared back into the whore's hazel orbs, as if partaking in a staring contest of their own.<br><br>As if taking her cunt wasn't enough now, she'd feel his fingers slithering upwards against her round, fleshy arse, wriggling his fingertips calmly against the rosebud of her rear even if Zara was being pounded fiercely atop him. The direction of his passions were all too obvious by then, with the client clearly gleeful in the choice of his slut and the manner he was being serviced.<br><br>Deep in his subconscious, to have a whore who not only did not show revulsion at his conquests but was intensely aroused by it, and relished pain mixed with passion and certainly gave in to his penchant for his explosive rage, how could Zara not be a more perfect whore for him? Already in his mind he was toying with the idea of exclusivity, and then pushing it away for the sake of wishing to truly put her to the test before placing down such a colossal sum of money.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 15:54:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Her lips curved into a mocking smile as she heard his words, not bothering to answer him since she knew he was merely trying to goad her into a reaction. All he received from her was an arch of her eyebrow before she looked down, as if to silently state '<em>Your cock seems to think so'</em>. But she would never be one to taunt her client's, not until she knew them better. But she could already tell that Colonel Flashman was going to be one of her favorites; the way he took her and treated her body, she loved it. She enjoyed being worshiped and toyed with but this brutal taking? It was her favorite.<br><br>A sharp cry split the air as she felt his fingers begin to toy and tease her puckered hole, Zara's grip on the posts almost slipping. If anything, her backside was an extremely sensitive area and she knew that if he thrust his fingers inside of her, she would orgasm within seconds. While she did seek her own release, she wanted to feel him empty inside of her before she threw herself into her own mind-number orgasm.<br><br>With renewed purpose, Zara raised herself up before she slammed herself back down on his cock, groaning loudly. Her body was burning from the position they were in and she wanted nothing more than to cling to him and simply hold on during the course of the ride. But she had never been a passive lover; Zara gave as much as she took. And she was receiving so much from Harry that she knew she had to give as good as she received. If not then he would walk away and never come back to the Teahouse.&nbsp; And she had already made a promise to herself that Colonel Flashman...was hers.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 19:04:33</strong>
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				It was a most unnatural occurrence for Flashy, despite it being natural for <em>all</em> men. Often one to pride himself in his own discipline and will to keep his release within to make any physical collision last for as long as he desired, he felt his own body giving in to its own impulses, where his shaft began twitching unreliably within her trashing, clenching sex. <br><br>Unwilling to let that lapse in self-discipline slip, the Colonel clenched his jaw tightly, delivering increasingly hoarse and throaty grunts to her ear as a clear sign of his impending orgasm (and to his mind, blinding disobedience) before he felt his entire being <em>clench in</em> on itself, as his chest arched inwards against Zara's flailing chest by reflex alone, and just as well his fingertips jerked their way through her puckered rosebud and penetrated her pert arse without much preamble.<br><br>A lengthy, almost mournful and frustrated moan followed when his climax came crashing down like an irresistible ocean wave, drenching him in salty, spent passion that coated him in perspiration when Zara could feel a fluid explosion within her very core, announcing the eager spurts of his seed flooding her eager, wanton cunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 06:11:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">There was a look of triumph that came over Zara's eyes when she felt his shaft twitching inside of her, knowing that even though he tried to hold back, she had won. Well...almost won. Because as soon as she felt him about to orgasm, he thrust his fingers inside her tight hole and she couldn't contain her own orgasm. She didn't even get a chance to hold back; the moment the painful entry happened, her body bucked and exploded.<br><br>She let out a sharp cry of release, following by a loud mewl of pleasure at the sensation of his shaft shooting deep inside of her. Tremors shook her frame as she struggled to hold on to the post and not fall back on her bed. She made sure and rocked her hips rapidly, jerking her pussy on top of his cock relentlessly, seeking both their pleasure.<br><br>Tremors racked her frame as she struggled with the wave of her powerful orgasm. Her head fell back as she breathed raggedly, choked moans and whimpers slipping past her parted lips. Her inner walls continued to work around him, seeking every inch of him as she let her eyes drift shut in bliss. Nothing compared to a mind-numbing orgasm. Absolutely Nothing.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 06:26:40</strong>
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				If only there was an impartial judge present to decide the winner of their brief encounter. None of them could say for certain of who the victor was, but Flashman certainly thought that he prevailed. Even if he did lose himself to the skilled ministrations of this ferocious, fiesty whore he counted himself the victor for discovering her weakness, or perhaps one of a few. As his sweat-slicked chest heaved heavily against her breast the still-engorged shaft remained steadfast within, riding the rapid pulses of her quaking vessels and joined her in passionate, ragged moans. It took him several moments to be aware that his finger was still within her tight hole, and the discovery led him to grin feverishly against her neck, and finally meeting their lips together in an apparently gentle kiss.<br><br>The Colonel took his time to lash his tongue playfully against her pierced lips, even tugging lightly against the jewelry in the midst of sampling her lips as it was followed by an abrupt, rapid wriggling of his finger within her yet-exploited hole, making a point to hook the fingertip against the thin confines of flesh that led to her cunt with the invested interest in exploiting his whore fully... even in the final echoes of their first round.<br><br>"Well done, Zara," He whispered, his steely gaze softening somewhat with the glazed, drug-like effect of satisfied passion. "You've earned the late queen's trinket."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 14:22:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">There was a sense of absolute nirvana that reached Zara when she had such a powerful release. Nothing else mattered but the intense feelings traveling up and down her petite frame. It was one of the few times that Zara was completely pliant, submissive to anything and everything her John/Jane wanted her to do. But none of them really knew that; so when Harry began to kiss her and wiggle his finger, it simply reawakened the feelings and a hungry burn began to grow in the pit of her stomach. A small whimper escaped her as he played with her piercing, shuddering with delight at how he could possess her mouth so perfectly.<br><br>She slowly brought one hand down, feeling the burn in her muscles at the strain she had put them through. Wrapping her arm around his neck, she held on as she brought her other hand down and sank her fingers in his hair, holding his lips close to hers. She tilted her head and kissed him slowly, only taking a deep breath when he pulled back and whispered his approval. The pleasure shone in her passion-drugged orbs, her lips puffy from his kisses and the bites she had given them.<br><br>"Did you expect me to fail?" She whispered with a slow grin, her eyes darkening as she slowly rolled her hips, a shudder rippling through as she felt his shaft still deeply embedded inside of her and his fingers relentlessly continuing to tease her sensitive orifice. She trailed hot kisses along his jawline as she murmured huskily, "Let me wear it now."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 14:42:48</strong>
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				The Colonel never quite knew what exactly went on in Zara's mind... but he knew that something was <em>different</em> now. A common man might not have known, but bedding queens and royalty alike who were bred and taught to use their cunts more for political gain than pleasure or let alone love alone taught him a thing or two in reading them. This whore appeared as though she used it both for her own gain and ecstasy, and in his mind she seemed less... snarky than before.<br><br>Twisting his lips into a pleased, approving smirk, Zara was laid back upon the mattress, slipping the appendage out of her forbidden orifice as both hands were now free to dig deep into her scalp, tugging fiercely at her hair with the residue wrath still remaining in his thoughts as his full body's weight pinned her down by the breasts, capturing the whore's lips for his own with his tongue coiling deep within her mouth, exerting its claim over her and coordinating the sensual assault against the relentless throbbing deep between her legs.<br><br>When he finally was sated with the end of this first round, without bothering to conceal a throaty moan of reluctance the Colonel pulled away, showing before her very eyes the generous thickness that had ravished her earlier, dribbling with their mingled essences as he stooped down to retrieve the discarded velvet box and dangles the necklace before her very eyes to drag out the viewing of the gift. Thankfully enough, he still remembered his manners, sitting on the edge of the bed against her side and waited for her to sit up so that he could place it around her throat proper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 14:54:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">A throaty moan escaped Zara when the Colonel laid her back on her silk sheets and proceeded to ravish her mouth, her body humming with the pleasure she felt at having him on top of her, the pressure of his body on top of hers leaving her feeling trapped. She didn't mind; she would have let him do anything and everything he wanted to her. Trinket or no trinket, Zara was enjoying herself a lot. So much so that all thoughts outside of her bedroom had been left there; there was no Fiona, no beautiful bodyguard, no hurt Anel. Just...the Colonel.<br><br>When he slid out of her, Zara shuddered, her hips rising on their own to prolong the inevitable before his cock left her, hungry and empty. She breathed a bit raggedly, her breasts rising and falling as she watched him through lust-crazed eyes. When she saw the tool that he had used to penetrate her with, the whore couldn't help but to lick her lips, already debating sitting up and taking his length inside her mouth. But as all women, she was distracted when the trinket appeared, the jewels flashing in welcome.<br><br>Sitting up in bed, she moved slowly, shifting closer to him until she had her back to him and her hand reached up to brush her hair aside. She closed her eyes, ready to feel the weight of the jewels against her throat. She wanted to feel what the Queen felt, wanted the power...and the blood...that came from such a gift. Some women might find the gift cursed, possessed by the blood and bad deeds of the queen before...but Zara didn't care. She wanted it all; wanted to be fucked while she wore it.<br><br>She was the Queen now.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 15:17:09</strong>
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				Never one for wasting much time, Flashman unclasped the necklace with a gentle <em>click</em>, reaching around her dutifully-bared neck to encircle the bit of jewelry across the front of her throat. He even finished it off with his own gentle touch when he leaned forward to press a melting, longing kiss to taste the sweat fresh off her skin before finally clasping it back on. <br><br>Already, thoughts were running through his mind on making Zara his exclusive. Could he afford it? Of course he could... as long as he stopped his visitations to the other whorehouses. All of these were contemplated rapidly with his accounts, expenditures and the generous pensions <em>and</em> his Colonel's pay, and he came to the conclusion that he'd afford such an extravagance.. but only after she had justifiably proven her worth for that expense. <br><br>He cocked a brow at the memory of the way she licked her lips when his tool was brought into full view, which ensured that she wouldn't earn the privilege of gobbling his cock.. yet. In fact, that would very much be Reward Number Two. Snaking his arms gently across her midriff in a gentle hug to lean Queen Zara's back against himself, it was in utter contradiction to the brutal ravishing she was subjected to just moments before. The Colonel took the trouble to shifting back and dragging the <em>Queen's</em> supple frame in tow, following that with a mounting of her hips upon his lap to form a 'throne' for her - one that possessed arms which freely groped at her round, ripe breasts. <br><br>"You are... most regal now, your Majesty.." He whispered harshly against her ear, in a voice half-mockery and half-arousal which suggested a raging libido that was far from extinguished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 15:26:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">As soon as the necklace laid around her neck, Zara closed her eyes and a small, evil smile curved her lips. She was silently debating whether or not to walk out of the room with such a beautiful piece around her for all the other whores to see. Anel would be instantly jealousy and Fiona would see that fucking could bring the same pleasures as making love. But all those thoughts flew out the window when she felt his hand wrap around her, pulling her close.<br><br>With a soft sigh, Zara submitted and willingly went to where he wished her to be, shifting to settle more comfortably on his lap. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against her backside and she quivered, her eyes opening to look down at how small she looked compared to him. She didn't mind it; she loved the way her Johns manhandled her and manipulated her in whichever way they wanted to. At his whisper thought, she heard herself moan softly. It was as if he could read her very thoughts.<br><br>Zara shifted and spread her legs so that she was straddling his lap, nestling her sex against his cock. She wanted to reach down and slide him back inside, to ride him and bring them both off...but she would be patient. It wasn't her best virtue but for the Colonel, she was willing to let him do everything he wanted to her. Happily would she submit...as long as he continued to drive her mad with desire and want. Which wasn't too difficult considering her pussy was throbbing to have his cock back inside, fucking her and making her bounce on top of his lap. With a little whimper, Zara arched her back, rubbing her breasts against his hands.<br><br>"Majesty," She purred softly, turning her head to lick and kiss his neck. She whispered softly, "Tell me more stories. Tell me...did the Queen beg for her life before you sprayed her blood everywhere?" She wanted to hear about the Queen who hadn't been able to keep the precious jewels. The Queen who had failed...where Zara had gained.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 15:49:58</strong>
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				"Ride me then, <em>your Majesty</em>." He continued playfully, investing himself into this little game as much as she did. Flashy didn't need to be told nor see her eyes that her excitement not only did not ebb away from their first clash, but it only made her all the more eager with the manner her slick cunny pressed her suggestion desperately against the thick crown that was simply aching for more. <br><br>But still, he took his own sweet time, lashing his tongue against her shoulders as one would with a flog, wishing to impart that very imagery against her skin as a vaguely-hinted promise of the darker pleasures that he could offer, and yet deigned her unworthy to savor. The simple cupping around her breasts gradually developed into a three-fingered clamp upon each of her nipples, rolling them about lightly as they were pinched, tugged, flicked and slapped at random with his thumbs, extending and drawing out that play and ending it with an open-palmed slapping of her teats that were sure to render her skin blush-red with soreness.<br><br>"You're so much like a bull at the fighting ring, <em>your Grace</em>. Lacking patience, and straining at the gates. Why, ride me as you will, <em>your Grace</em>, and the better you ride my cock, the better I shall regale the tale."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 06:54:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">If she had more control, she would have told him to have patience himself. If she had been thinking clearly then she would have teased him mercilessly. If she had done a lot of things, Zara would have behaved in a completely different manner. But she felt his shaft under her sex, throbbing, ready to fill her and claim her once more...and she was more than eager to do as he demanded.<br><br>Sliding her hands down, she shifted until she could grasp his length firmly, stroking her hands up and down as she shuddered at the memories of the way he had fucked her. Already she was sore from the way he had plowed into her with all his might, and still she was ready for a second round. Whether she was ready to admit it or not, she was rather hooked on the Colonel and his ways. Even at the moment, the way he was abusing her breasts made her moan and cry out softly at the abuse she was receiving. Her nipples throbbed with the pain and the discomfort that was brought forth every time he pulled on them, but her pussy quivered with excitement.<br><br>Rolling her hips slowly, Zara felt the tip of his shaft kissing her entrance, and she brought her hips down slowly, letting her sex sink on top of him inch by delicious inch. She let her head fall back, resting her head on his shoulder as she pleaded softly, her voice husky, "Please...tell me now..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 07:15:36</strong>
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				With every single moment spent in Zara's company, she felt more and more like opium made flesh. The Colonel knew full well that he had the whore entrapped to his well, figuratively and somewhat in the flesh as he slipped his head slightly to the side, allowing her the space to rest her neck against his shoulder with his face stooped forwards to sear his teeth teasingly across her neck, applying sharp, fleeting nips along her skin and leaving behind scarlet welts in its wake.<br><br>Neither had he forgotten her ripe, succulent tits even as her sex descended upon him once again, shuddering violently against her before the moans came, eager to have her taut cunt suck him in once more as it sunk it gradually within, joining her whimpers and sighs with joyful panting of his own. The torture of her nipples would only grow harsher as the seconds stretched out between them when they were one flesh once again, the loud fleshy slaps growing all the more audible. Flashman began recounting the tale against her ear, as long as she heeded his order to ride his cock. It was a struggle in itself to resist the pure, animalistic urge to bounce the whore roughly and finishing inside her once again, but a promise is a promise... and he'd hate to ruin the trance-like magic he had cast over her.<br><br>"The Queen.. she was found in her bedchambers, naked as the day she was born save for the trinket you now wear. Her kingdom in shambles, her army dead, her servants raped, burnt or murdered. All she had left was her cunt, and with her cunt she begged for her life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 15:44:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The nips along her skin were like little trickles of pleasure that ran down her body and teased her senses, driving her a little crazier with desire each time. His hands continued to abuse her breasts, which by now were tender and her nipples hurt with each touch or slap of his palm against her reddened flesh. But still, she continued to move on top of him, listening to his tale, trembling with pleasure as the images appeared behind her closed lids. She envisioned everything he said; and she wanted to hear so much more.<br><br><em>"...and with her cunt she begged for her life."</em><br><br>Zara shuddered, for a split second feeling like the Queen herself. Did she not beg every day with her cunt? It was her job, her duty to satisfy each and every patron that chose her when they came into the Teahouse. Her lips curved into a blissful smile of pleasure; unlike the Queen, she did a better job at it. Just to prove that she did, Zara tightened her inner walls around his shaft, clenching and milking him slowly as she continued to move her body on top of him, little by little her excitement growing, which made her hips rise and fall faster. It was only a matter of time before her ass was slapping against his thighs as she rode his cock faster.<br><br>She brought a hand up to lightly finger the trinket, her voice breathless, trying to continue focusing on the story as she felt her juices soaking his cock and sac, the scent of their carnal desires in the air, "Did she...pleasure...only you?...Was she not...enjoyable, Harry?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 10:28:08</strong>
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				"Of <em>course</em> I pummeled her sore." Flashman replied smugly, panting and sighing with glee, more for the pleasure of watching the whore dance and slam herself atop his cock than the way her inner walls swallowed up his cock with her rapid, slapping motions. In due time his hands grew tired from the abuse of her teats, opting instead to simply crush his fingers upon them and hold them steady against the rhythm of her lithe, bouncing form.<br><br>Knowing how the whore's arousal and excitement centered around his tale he tried his utmost to continue the tale as he remembered it, finding it somewhat hard with the carnal pleasures beginning to cancel out his higher faculties. He <em>knew</em> that the next.. and last release was going to drain him dry, and he was all too eager to drag this little session out as much as he could.<br><br>"I took her... every each way," The Colonel continued, his words and half-sentences punctuated by heated sighs of sheer joy. "She squealed most.. prettily when I... buggered.. buggered her. But orders were orders, you see... she was squirming like a bitch in head when I fucked her... from behind and squeezed her pretty throat. The sight... was so glorious, Zara... you would've killed to be there to watch it when she was pumping away so happily... while she died."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 14:24:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">It was twisted the way she was taking such pleasure in such a horrible tale; but Zara couldn't help it. To know that he had killed someone as they gave themselves to him...it was erotic to her. She took one of his hands and pressed a soft kiss to his palm, running her tongue along his finger and slowly letting her mouth envelop the digit, suckling on it as if it were his cock. She continued to rock on top of him, the moans and whimpers coming from her mouth muffled as she picked up the pace of her rocking hips.<br><br>Her body trembled as she neared her release, her head falling back as her inner walls spasmed around his thick length, clenching and milking him hungrily as her body trembled, near its release. She pulled his finger from her mouth just as she arched her back and cried out loudly, her orgasm ripping through her, "Harry!"<br><br>Zara writhed on top of his lap as she felt her body tremble and squirm with the waves of release that hit her. She continued to move making sure that he received all of the pleasure that she could possibly give him. Her eyes were closed, picturing the images that he had described to her; the murdered Queen, the beautiful jeweled trinket, even the image of him fucking the Queen from behind. And in her mind; the dying Queen was her. That thought alone sent another tremor through her body, her mouth opened as she cried out loudly in bliss.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 11:50:34</strong>
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				<strong><em>"Zara.."</em></strong><br><br>Flashman whispered, chanting her name hotly against her ear as his finger wriggled its way against her tongue, pumping it against her lips with a suggestive rhythm when they enveloped over her lips even as her hips bounced atop his shaft like a succubus possessed. Their voices rose and waned together with their mingling moans and sighs, feeling himself about to get wrung and milked dry with the way her velvety cunt was spasming around his girth.<br><br>Ahh, for him to ride the crest of the waves of her bliss, as he clung on to her body like a bit of flotsam, using his free hand to clutch desperately at her breast and fingernails burying themselves into the ghastly burn mark above it. Her desperate, gleeful cries were music to his ears, just as sweet as the manner she played the piano before they were introduced. Images of their twining flesh flashed through his mind involuntarily as the Colonel gave himself in to his desires then, taking his turn to arch his back and have their bodies join together in release when his fluid ecstasy gushed within her once more as the shaft shuddered away within the whore. <br><br>The bedsheets were thoroughly damp; whether it was from their mingled sweat or passion, none could tell. And neither did Flashman care. All that mattered was the sighing, perhaps satisfied whore that was still pumping herself against his cock. He put a stop to that when his thick, sinewy arms clasped around her hips to settle her down. It was a benediction of its own with the way their lips melded together briefly, eyes wide open and staring down upon her hazel orbs.<br><br>"Well done, Zara.. my sweet. <em>Very</em> well done." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 14:53:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">She fell limp against him, her body laying on his lap like a rag doll. Her body felt...raw, sore...used. There was such a sense of satisfaction that she felt after her body was pushed to its limit and tested and left to recover. The kiss to her lips made her whimper softly but this time she did not fight back; she did not battle with him for control of the power. She submitted, her lips molding to his and letting him take them in such a possessive manner.<br><br><em>"Well done, Zara.. my sweet. Very well done." </em><br><br>Zara bit her lower lip, her hazel eyes shining with the pleasure of having pleased him. She knew she was going to, there had never been any doubt of that. But to hear it...she did enjoy compliments. Her swollen lips curved into a sated smile, arching against him slightly and letting out a soft moan when she felt her body stretch and her used muscles protest at the movement. Reaching up, she gently caressed his cheek, the wildness within her tamed for the moment. She wondered if he would come back...she hoped he did. Her mouth opened to even question if he would but just as quickly she snapped it shut. It was none of her business whether this John would return or not; and asking would make her seem weak for him.<br><br>She slid from his lap, her body bruised and marked in a few places as she walked silently to a ceramic porcelain basin, dipping a red washcloth inside. She soaked it for a little bit, wringing out the water before she walked back towards the bed and crawled next to him. She began to wash his body slowly, caressing his skin as the jewels gleamed against her slick body. Her eyes flashed to his, letting him see that his hunger had sated her own and <em>now</em> was when she was soft and gentle. Perhaps even the whore he had first come to look for.<br><br>Leaning her head down, she pressed a kiss to his chest, licking the spot above his heart, not bothering to speak. No words were necessary; she had done well in his eyes and he...had been magnificent in hers.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 19:19:35</strong>
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				It was at this point when Flashman knew that their time was over, even if nothing was said about a time limit before they both walked into this room. Experience in most other whorehouses told him just as much that the Masters wouldn't look too kindly upon a patrol that stayed with their whores for too long - it simply made them lose out on business that way.<br><br>But that is... if the whore in question was already spoken for with a huge sum of money to back it up.<br><br>Zara was skilled at the art of fucking - there was no question about it. But yet, something in her brought a thrill that pulled his heart to his throat; a sensation that he could feel only when shot and cannon were whizzing past him in the field. Even if he did dread the prospect of killing another fellow human being, he still missed that sensation of feeling so <em>alive</em>. The manner Zara inspired all ways of perversion and teasing out of him sealed the deal for him, and it was at the point when she made the effort to wash his body that sealed the deal for him.<br><br>In that moment, he had forgotten all about what he first sought Zara out for. What was at first a journey for redemption became a further downward spiral into his darker desires, and he had Zara to thank for it.<br><br>Without any preamble nor warning, knowing well that she was in a stated of submission and satisfaction, the Colonel's head lunged forward, snapping his teeth into the side of her neck as a vampire would and sunk his jaw deep and forcefully against her flesh, careful not to cause any bleeding as the room fills with the hiss of his impassioned suckling before pulling away to leave behind a bright, scarlet welt that was sure to last for days. <br><br>Speaking not a single word, Flashman slid away from the whore and stooped down to gather his clothes, dressing himself calmly and without regard for Zara's presence so that he could head out of the room... and straight to the Master's office, where he may talk terms.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 06:24:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">A scream split the air as she felt his teeth sink into her skin and latch on to the side of her neck, forcing her to accept his attention. In automatic reaction, Zara bucked her hips and struggled to move away from him, trying her best not to moan, not to writhe from the pain the consumed her body. She wasn't supposed to be marked!!!<br><br>"Colonel--!!" She gasped, her eyes clouded with hazy lust, her mind screaming at her to push him away. But she was so weak; and her body was enjoying the pain he was causing her.<br><br>When he pulled away, Zara remained on her bed, staring at the chandelier as her mind struggled to process what had just happened. The anger grew slowly, festering inside of her and growing until she jerked herself up in bed, eyes blazing with pure fury. Unfortunately, the door slammed shut just as she opened her mouth, signaling that Colonel Flashman had left her presence. A furious sound escaped the back of her throat before she jerked out of bed, storming to the mirror on her vanity. The bright red welt on her creamy skin made her screech in horrified fury.<br><br><em>He had marked her!!</em><br><br>Zara slammed her first her black dresser and stared at the evidence. How was she supposed to entertain other Johns and Janes if she was marked like a two dollar whore?! The marks she had on her body were specifically put there because SHE wished them to be there; for Colonel Flashman to take such liberties with her body...she would never forgive him. As soon as Master Ryan was available, she was going to demand that he never allow Harry to visit her again.<br><br>She pressed her fingertips to the mark and felt her body shudder, the pain still so fresh. Behind the fury was a hint of lust, and it was that lust that caused her to go back to her bed and lay down, one hand touching and prodding the mark on her neck as the other one slipped between her legs.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Zara's room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 06:26:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Teahouseicon.png)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Time Skip.</span><br><em>This thread has been moved through time. All activities beyond this notification will take place in the evening of day one, instead of the afternoon.</em><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Teahouseicon.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Zara was sitting down in front of her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection as she very slowly moved the make-up brush along her neck, allowing the soft black prickles of the brush tease over the bruise. She was still mad at her last John for bruising her flesh, but she wasn't <em>too</em> mad. His parting gift had brought her to the throes of orgasm again and again that once she was done, all Zara could do was sleep. So she dozed for the remainder of the afternoon, catching up on her sleep and allowing her mind to travel to a time and place she had no business dreaming of. But it was alright, within her dreams she was whoever she wanted to be, and she was with whoever she wanted to be with. That was her favorite part.<br><br>At least, it was until she woke up and reality mocked her stupidity. <em>Really, Zara...who would want you.</em><br><br>Expressive eyes looked at herself in the mirror, and she felt a cruel little smile curve her lips. She knew who wanted her. Little bits and pieces of the conversation she had enjoyed with Fiona earlier came to surface, but one thought of the idiot little chit and Zara pushed the thought aside. Fiona was naive and it made Zara laugh; who would have thought. A naive whore. She ran the brush along her cheekbones before she set it down on the table, pleased by her appearance. While she hadn't completely hidden the bruise, it looked a little bit more faded and less prominent on her skin. She was curious if he had left her any kind of tip. She really could do with another new set of corsets.<br><br>Zara rose from the vanity seat and took a few steps back to look at her outfit for the night. When she had picked out the red corset (http://www.corsetopsonline.net/pic/Sexy-Hot-Red-Corset-Dress--With-Black-Lac-470.jpg), she had fallen in love with the bright redness of the material and the black lace accent. She smoothed her hand down the material, shivering as she felt the corset hug her skin tightly, her body still aching and bruised from her wild round this afternoon. Critical eyes ran down to the black stockings that came up to her thighs and after slipping on a pair of black heels, she was ready for the night. Her black hair laid along one shoulder in curls, exposing the bruise for anyone to see.<br><br>She had no shame; she had been used and felt like everyone should see that she had been.<br><br>Making one small turn, she made her way out of her bedroom, the piano calling to her.<br><br><em>To the Ground Floor. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg5144487#msg5144487)</em></span>
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