[Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Extreme =&gt; Extreme Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Amberghylles on 16-11-2007, 05:32:28</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>[Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>16-11-2007, 05:32:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Barony of Desidera was old and wealthy.&nbsp; A rolling stretch of fertile hills that rose to rocky foothills at the base of the mountains gave the land both plenty of fertile land, tracks of forest for lumber, and access to mines and quarries.&nbsp; In the lower reaches of the mountains Ravenroost castle perched like it's namesake, home to the Percivan line since the creation of Desidera long ago.&nbsp; For several generations, darkness has settled over this beautiful land.&nbsp; Dark hungers and cruel appetites grip the Percivan line, and none dare raise hands against them, not even when their families, friends, and neighbors are subject to abuse, tyranny, and worse.&nbsp; For the Baron is a strange man, rumored to hold sway over some dark power and relentless in his persecution of traitors or rebels.&nbsp; The King is far away, and turns a blind eye to his vassal as long as his coffers are filled with taxes and his army supported when called.&nbsp; And so the peasants of the land live quiet fearful lives under the Baron's rule and try to avoid the twisted games of his children.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 06:24:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;posted from IM between Bliss &amp; Amberghylles&gt;<br><br>Felicity knew it was foolish to be walking so openly homeward on the road from town, now that dark had fallen over the farmlands; but she was still light of step and of heart, ears and mind full of the lovely things that had been whispered in her ear during a filling dinner, and in the inn garden, her departure delaying even as the sun had sunk low, wanting just a few moments more of his company. Finally, with smiles and a stolen kiss and promises, she'd left him, and now she was getting so very close to home. The fields she walked by were her family's, reached as the moon hung low and full in the sky, pregnant with reflected light. <br><br>Another moved along that same road.&nbsp; Down from the castle, Brom Percivan, eldest son of the Baron walked his midnight black steed forward.&nbsp; Through the field of his visor, his eyes fell upon the girl, bathed in moonlight and alone.&nbsp; He growled low in his throat and smiled.&nbsp; "A rabbit," he cried, "Run little rabbit, run!"&nbsp; One gauntleted hand held the reigns as the other lifted a long whip from his saddle. He uncurled it and cracked it loudly in the air as his steed reared and pawed at the air with a loud cry. <br><br>The scream of the horse caused her to look back through the moonlight, and Felicity saw the figure of him ahorse, whip swirling and cutting with a crack through the air above his midnight form. Her fear became terror as she turned to throw herself into running for the hopeful safety of a too distant light, hands catching up thick skirts that swirled around her legs.<br><br>Brom grinned as he spurred his stallion forward, hooves thundering in the still night air. The lights were far, and no haven from the son of the lord of the realm anyway. He rode toward her, swirling his whip and cracking it loudly to spur her on. Then as he neared, he lashed out, cracking it to strike her back before riding past her to cut Felicity off from the village.<br><br>The first whipcrack made her scream a little, but then a line of fire raised across her back, the force of the second crack striking sent her stumbling to the ground, and she sprawled in the dirt with a pained and terrified sob while metal-shod hooves thundered past her and blotted out the sight of the only thing that could remotely be called sanctuary. "No!" she cried out, raising to her knees and lifting hands in supplication.<br><br>The stallion reared again, silhouetting them against the distant lights. Then Brom walked him forward, closing in on her. "I told you to run girl," he said, "I'm not done chasing you yet..." And as he got near, he swung his whip overhead once again and lashed it down to strike her thigh, sharp even through the thick skirt.<br><br>She felt and heard the cloth tearing, and screamed out as the whip cracked down against her. "My lord, no!" But even as she screamed the words, she was surging to her feet and running the other way as fast as she could manage, expecting and dreading another crack, another line of fiery pain at any moment.<br><br>Brom's laugh carried as he waited a few heartbeats before riding after her, enjoying the game of this hopeless chase. He swung his whip as he rode by once more, aiming for the flash of a pale leg below the edge of her skirt. <br><br>Felicity's hair streamed out from beneath the gleaming white sloth that covered it, the hastily slung shawl around her shoulders threatening to slide off when suddenly the thundering of hooves came up behind, whip cracking down against her ankle with a pain so sharp instead of like fire it was like a spike of ice darting between the delicate bones, and too late she screamed out, trying to change direction again, striking out away from the road and over a low stone wall, across the dark and fallow field.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 06:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;Posted from IM between Bliss &amp; Amberghylles&gt;<br><br>He turned, his speed having carried him past her yet again. He smiled as he saw her trying to run across the field on her injured ankle. Spurring forward, his steed jumped over the low wall and once more he rode down on her and lashed out, striking her back once more then quickly turning in the saddle to lash at her belly as he passed her this time.<br>&nbsp;<br>Felicity's body responded without thought to the whipstrikes, stopping short to arch up and back, a scream directed at the sky before another pain tore across her belly.&nbsp; She doubled over for a moment with a sob, trying to keep her breath to turn and run again - limping, sobbing, and moving much slower than before.<br><br>He trotted after her, the chase no longer even a show as Brom drew the whip back and cracked it once more, aiming carefully to land across her ass with another sharp crack. Then he stopped and watched her for a moment before his eyes drifted to the empty cross post that had recently held this field's scarecrow. <br><br>Her&nbsp; hands went back to her ass, covering the terrible pain the whip raised there as Felicity turned to face him, tears glimmering on her cheeks in the moonlight. "My lord please... I know not what I've done to displease you, but surely I could have done nothing to deserve such abuse!"<br><br>Brom walked his steed closer and swung himself down to stand before her. One gauntleted hand reached to stroke her cheek, cold metal against such perfectly soft skin. "You have not displeased me... quite the contrary, your cries have roused quite a powerful lust in me. You are mine girl, as is everything in this village. Tonight I choose to claim you and enjoy you." His hand drifted down to tug at her bodice as he lifted her chin with the coiled whip so he could watch her eyes in the moonlight.<br><br>She shivered at the cold touch of metal grazing her cheek, followed by the hard coil of leather beneath her chin, and her tearful eyes gazed pleadingly up at him, trying to peer through the metal grate that is the front of his helm. "Claim.... oh no, no, my Lord! You would ruin me!" Her hands come up to clasp the one tugging at her bodice, trying to hold it and push it away.<br><br>"I am not without mercy, if you prove pleasing enough, I'll add you to the staff of the castle as a maid or scullery," he promised as his hand moved back and shook off her grip. "I'll let you keep your clothes intact if you remove them for me, but only if you are quick about it." And to emphasize what would happen otherwise he rested his empty hand on the long dagger at his belt.<br><br>Her mouth dropped open at the arrogance in him, and she took a half step back, eyes flicking down to the handle of the dagger.&nbsp; Lower lip trembling, she let out a sob, and did as he told her - as he FIRST told her.&nbsp; Felicity turned in a whirl of skirts to ran.<br><br>With a laugh, he began to chase her, uncoiling his whip as he ran. Brom swung at her back, seeking to drive her on rather than trying to stop her. "Run my little rabbit," he cried as he lashed at her.<br><br>She did run, as best she could, spurred on by the flick of pain against her back and the sound of his metal-shielded form thundering behind her. Her gait was made strange by the throbbing in her ankle, the rhythm of her small feet off in the dirt.&nbsp; A wail of pain and fear trailed behind her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-11-2007, 15:27:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;Posted from IM between Bliss &amp; Amberghylles&gt;<br><br>Brom's heartless laughter mingled with her wails in the air, punctuated by the crack of his whip in the air above her before he brought it to bear on Felicity's back again, well aware that her clothes were poor shielding from it's sting. "That's it!" he cheered, "If you can make it to your door I'll leave you be..." The cottage loomed in the moonlight, not so far as to be unreachable. But then he cracked the whip again, landing another line of pain across her back.<br><br>"Oh! Oh god, PLEASE!" she shrieked, that spare hope enough to give new energy to her stumbling run as in the distance she saw home, with all the light and safety it represented. The strike of the whip nearly sent her sprawling though, steps stuttering over the uneven ground.<br><br>"Just over there," he said softly, "Just a bit more rabbit..." The whip cracked against her back once more. "Just put one foot in front of the other little rabbit..." He swung lower, landing a line along Felicity's lower back, across her vulnerable kidneys. <br><br>Her body jolted up into an arching curve at that jolt of searing pain into her lower back, nearly stopping in her tracks with the pain of it. Desperately though she did what he taunted her to, putting a foot forward and then the other, her leg buckling beneath her.<br><br>“You're so close," he said mockingly as he coiled the whip into his hands and lashed out again, aiming high and lashing her across the shoulders. "Crawl my little rabbit... If you don't reach that door you may not see the dawn. I might just use you till you break like a poor little doll..." And once more his whip cracked, striking at her other leg.<br><br>With each terrible strike, she screamed out, and struggled to get her legs under her, scrambling for balance against the lines of pain that criss-crossed her body, hot and throbbing under her increasingly damaged clothing. "I can... I..." the whip took her leg out from beneath her, and she crumpled to the ground, sobbing.<br><br>Brom moved closer and stood over her. "Can you?" he asked softly as he curled the whip slowly around his fist to shorten it's reach. "I think you're ready to give up and be my little dolly..." Then he lifted the whip and snaped it once more, aiming now for the base of her neck above her collar.<br><br>"Nggg-AAAGH!" she screamed out, body arching and writhing in the dirt as the whip sliced against the base of her neck, the slim leather cutting open the soft skin with no cloth in the way to dampen the blow.<br><br>He kicked at her shoulder as she writhed, rolling her onto her back and planting his heavy boot on her chest between her heaving breasts. He leaned, putting just enough weight on his heel to make it difficult but not impossible to breathe. "Looks like you're not going to make it home tonight little rabbit."<br><br>"Please... m-my Lord..." she gasped out, both hands coming up to clench and clutch at his armored calf. "I b'beg of you sir..."<br><br>"Yes," he said with a nod of his armored head, "You will indeed beg much from me before I'm done with you I think." He pressed his foot down just a little more firmly, forcing more air from her lungs. "Why don't you start by begging me to let you keep breathing? What are you willing to offer me for that privilege? What will you give me that I can't just take?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-11-2007, 16:14:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;Posted from IM between Bliss &amp; Amberghylles&gt;<br><br>Felicity jerked in a gasping breath, and another, her breasts heaving beneath the weight of his boot, and she shook her head frantically. "I- I am no good.... dead!" she managed, trying desperately to reason with a lord who was coming to seem a madman.<br><br>He chuckled and eased the pressure up slightly but not completely. "So you would rather be fucked and used than die? Offer yourself up to me, promise to give yourself to me... Beg me to fuck you and use you for my pleasure or I will crush the life from you and find some other poppet to wet my cock with."<br><br>"No!" she cried out, squirming under the somewhat relieved pressure of his boot. "I... my lord, I do not wish to die!" It was a horrible choice he was forcing upon her, and though it would ruin her, alive would be better than being snuffed out at the cruel nobleman's whim.<br><br>The pressure weighed down again. "Then say it," he hissed, "Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to use your body. Beg me to amuse myself with you. Beg for your life girl." The sound of hooves could be heard as his dark steed walked up, following at a walk after them and just now reaching him. "Tell me you would do anything to live..."<br><br>"Anything!" she cried out, not understanding the implication of saying such a thing to a man so cruel. "Use me for your pleasure, my lord, amuse yourself with me, anything, only let me live!"<br><br>The smile that crossed Brom's face was hidden by his helmet, but can be heard in his voice. "Very well," he said as he lifted his boot and set it upon the dirt beside her. Then he squatted down, his armor clattering softly as he drew a long knife and reached without hesitation to cut laces and fabric until her breasts lay bare in the moonlight.<br>&nbsp;<br>The sob that lifted from her lips and shook her suddenly freed bosom was of combined fear and relief, hating what was happening but finding it preferable to death beneath his boot, or under the torture of whip or knife.<br><br>He stroked her naked breast with one metal clad hand, teasing the tender nipple lightly before trailing his hand down to her waist, where he grabbed hold of her skirt and pulled it to make room for his knife between the cloth and her skin. Soon it joined the pile of rags and he stroked her inner thigh with his blade while feasting his gaze upon her sweet sex. "Anything..." Brom said softly, "You will entertain me while I remove my armor to make use of this treasure." His gaze then moved to the steed waiting obediently. "You will use your hands and breasts and mouth, and you will choke down as much of his seed as you can. And you'll do it before I get my armor off unless you want to feel my whip on your tender little cunt."<br><br>"His..." her gaze followed where his went, and terrified eyes widened with a wordless, horrified moan, arms wrapping protectively around her denuded waist. "Oh!" realization was an awful thing, stomach twisting, but a glance showed no mercy - only a hard, cruel man wrapped in cold steel. Whimpering, nearly gibbering with the thought of the taboo act to come, she shifted with a soft cry onto her knees, then to her feet, half crawling, half walking toward the steed, and bending to peer beneath before falling to the ground with a sob.<br><br>He pulled his helmet free, and turned his head to watch her. The sight of her naked and sobbing made him growl in lust. He dropped his helm with a dull thud. "Perhaps," he said as he started to loosen and pull at one gauntlet, "After I have had my fill of your cunt I'll have you take him like a mare..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-11-2007, 17:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;Posted from IM between Bliss &amp; Amberghylles&gt;<br><br>"Noo..." she moaned the word, more a sound of fear and denial than proper protest. Felicity could see what awaited her, the furred sheath that contains the steed's member.&nbsp; Hating even the idea of it, she had to drop to her knees and crawl forward beneath the massive beast to lift reluctant, shaking hands to the animal's hidden organ. Not even wanting to watch herself doing it, she began to stroke, almost petting.<br><br>Brom watched, fingers worked by feel to finish removing one gauntlet and drop it with a clatter into the waiting helmet. He watched her fingers stroke the soft and warm fur and licked his lips as the soft flesh eased forward in response. The horse whinnied and swished his tail, but remained mostly still and even seemed aware and eager for what is coming. "Very good my sweet little pet," he said softly.<br><br>What slid forth oh so slowly was a veritable column of equine flesh, dark and solid and already quivering in response to her tentative touch. She licked her lips, staring at it - thick as her upper arm, and nearly as long, her mind quailed at the thought of being taken at all, let alone by a monstrous organ such as this. The sound of the bit of armor clanging into the helmet jolted her into action, hands moved down along the slimy shaft, the lick of the whip still alive all over her body.<br><br>"That's a girl," he said as her hands moved along that massive shaft, "Don't fear, he's well trained and won't trample you my pet." As her hands moved along that slick shaft, he worked on freeing his other gauntlet. "Your tits as well my pet, I know you won't fit that whole thing in your pretty little mouth but I want you to give it all your sweet attentions..."<br><br>The thought that those sharply shod hooves might stomp upon her hadn't occurred to her until he said that, and Felicity moaned once more.&nbsp; There was a strange scent to the organ, wafting into her nostrils as her hands moved upon it, and then even more as she bent unsteadily closer to brush the unbound globes of her breasts on it, as well; natural equine pheromones added to the confusion of fear and pain in her body, sparking up an unintentional curling of purely physical desire that she doesn't even recognize yet.<br><br>His eyes glittered as he watched, and soon the other gauntlet clattered into the helmet. "That's it pet, nestle that shaft between those sweet breasts and bring the head to your lips. I don't expect you to swallow it all, but you will keep the tip in your mouth while he comes." The stallion snorted and took a slight half-step as her hands and body caressed that inhuman organ, and his tail snapped back and forth as he tossed his head.<br><br>Felicity gasped at the half-step, as it pushed that thick organ abruptly beneath her chin. Tears streamed down her face as she leaned back, hands still rubbing slow and gentle on the shaft, and her lips settled against the blunt head of it, unable to take it inside.<br><br>He smiled, enjoying the sight of her kneeling and bent backward with that massive cock nestled between her breasts. "Open your lips and suck it," he said firmly, "You will lick and kiss and suck on that cock until he gifts you with his cum, and you will drink down as much of that as you can." As he spoke, he unbuckled the vambraces that covered his forearms and added them to the pile of armor in his helmet.<br><br>It was a sob that forced her mouth open, muffled against the head of that cock, and she can't get her mouth wide enough to wrap around it, so she's left forced to suckle against the end of it like some kind of strange teat, the weight of the horse's cock nestled atop the valley between her breasts.&nbsp; Her hands move still over the slimy skin, inexperienced but aided by fear.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-11-2007, 18:34:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;Posted from IM between Bliss &amp; Amberghylles&gt;<br><br>The horse snorted and tossed both head and tail, but stayed still. How many maids have done this before to train the beast so well?&nbsp; Brom groaned as his cock swelled at the sight of her in such a forbidden position, forced to perform such a wicked and taboo act for his pleasure. He worked the clasps of his armor blindly, his fingers slowed a bit by his attention's focus on the lewd display before him. "You'll be drinking and wearing horse cum in no time at that rate," he chuckled, "And my whip will have to find some home besides your sweet little cunt."<br><br>Felicity squealed, her hands shaking and shuddering, dreading the very thing that she was working toward - making this animal spill its seed upon her. The horse was responding to her touch, too - she can hear the whuff of its breath, and feel the throb and surge of blood or worse humors within the shaft she attended to for his vile amusement, terror for her life forcing her to something she'd never have otherwise willingly attempted.<br><br>The removal of his breast and back plates was loud, metal clattering and clanking as he lifted it up and dropped it heavily beside the helmet. "Work it my pet... Coax the shaft to gift you... You don't want your first climax to come from my whip's kiss do you?"<br><br>The sound this time was a fearful shriek, never wanting to know what the whip's kiss would feel like upon the most tender of her flesh. Urged on by fear, and the sound of yet more armor dropping from his body, her hands tightened a little and moved faster, trying to coax from the horse that which she did not want, but must get in order to save herself a further torture.<br><br>Brom could not tear his eyes from the scene before him, yet his fingers began to move quicker trying to win their perverse race. The shifting of the stallion was more pronounced and he tossed his head and made more noise, that long shaft swelling against her hands and breasts and the first thin droplets welled up for her lips to taste.<br><br>She could hear and feel the change in the animal, and then she tasted the salty little droplets that squeeze forth into her frantically suckling mouth, evidence of what was about to come forth.&nbsp; Her hands moved firmly now in a rhythm, trying to drag the gift out of the stallion's body that would keep her from suffering another terrible pain under his whip.<br><br>Another clatter as he peeled away the metal legs and added them to the pile, leaving him in just his boots and the thickly padded gambison that he wore beneath his armor.&nbsp; But he could see her working furiously, desperate to draw forth the stallion's seed.&nbsp; And even though he knew the true reason for it, the sight of her, arched and rubbing that cock with hands and body while her lips cover as much of the head as they can and suck so eagerly as if she were in the throes of some wild passion makes him groan. "Yes pet," he hissed, "That's it... show me how badly you want that hot cum to fill you and coat you... Just a little more..." And as if conjured by his words, the thick shaft throbbed and a ripple seemed to move through it as the first gush of thick hot horse cum erupted forth, followed by gush after gush as those huge testicles emptied far more seed than any man would ever be able to for her waiting lips and body.<br><br>Felicity could feel what was about to happen just before it did, a hot flood of thick fluid spewed forth, filling her mouth and then spraying all over her face, dribbling down upon her bared breasts and the torn gown she still wore.<br><br>He groaned and reached down to rub his aching cock at the sight of her, choked on such a flood of cum and covered so completely by it. "That's it my pet... look at what a wonderful mess you've made all over yourself... Now rub that hot cum into your skin, I want to watch you rub it into those pretty breasts until your skin glistens with it... And tell me how much you liked drinking it down for your master."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-11-2007, 20:03:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;Posted from IM between Bliss &amp; Amberghylles&gt;<br><br>Felicity had to swallow a mouthful and another before the flood of it subsided and she was able to gasp for breath, sobbing in horror and disgust at the slick mass that coated her chin and cheeks, still dribbling down onto her breasts. Trembling hands moved from the softening, quivering cock to her chest, gingerly beginning to rub the white stuff against her skin. "I... I..." her voice was horse and thickened from swallowing the cum, and she can't quite bring herself to say more than, "I swallowed... it... for you...."<br><br>Seeing her like that, coated in that thick cum and knowing how much found it's way down her throat made Brom groan. Covered in more than a dozen men's spend made her look like a perfect whore, yet he knew no other man had laid his hands on or in her. It combined to make him growl and pull his clothes away to stroke his cock freely. "Yes, you swallowed my horse's cum for me... you're rubbing it into your skin to wear till morning for me... Nuzzle that cock now slut. Use your hair to clean the last of his&nbsp; seed. I want you filthy with cum, like a well-used whore..."<br><br>Sobbing, whimpering, her head bent forward in a gesture of total defeat, letting the shafthead press to her cheek and slide along it into her hair. The motion left a smear of horse-cum through the tracks of her tears, opalesque drops of it glimmering in her dark hair.<br><br>"Such a good little whore," he murmured, "When I've had my fill I may give you a choice of servicing my stables or my men..."<br><br>Finally it felt safe to draw back, and she turned, peering out at him from beneath the dark belly of&nbsp; his steed - his dripping cum smeared on her cheek and hair, coating her face and throat, and her hands slowly rubbed it into her bared breasts between the sliced halves of her corset and gown. "No, m'lord... not the stables. I... I can't do this again, please!" The choice isn't much of one, but if given to her, she' would surely now choose to be under the hands and lusts of his men - who at least would be human.<br><br>"Well then you had better make sure to please me well because that only makes me want to see you do this until you learn to not only accept it but to enjoy it. After all, what man would ever be able to flood your hungry throat with so much seed to drink? Or to fill your cunt the way that magnificent shaft would? I imagine you could learn to find a mere man's cock much too unsatisfying after that kind of fucking."<br><br>THAT made her scramble toward him across the short distance of fallow ground with a keening wail, clutching at the hem of his tunic from her knees. "No, my lord! D-don't make me do such a thing please, PLEASE! It would not just ruin me, your mount would destroy me!"<br><br>Brom reached down and stroked her hair, enjoying the feel of the cool seed as he smeared it further into her locks. "I think you will be surprised to learn what your body can learn to accept and enjoy. Now lay yourself down and open your legs. Spread your cunny for me and touch it. Touch it the way you do at night when you're alone and thinking of the one you'd hoped would be taking your virgin innocence from you." His shaft was large, though not as frightening after the cock of the horse was just so near. His hand moved slowly along it's length, stroking it and maintaining the hardness of it while he awaited her action.<br><br>It was not an acceptance of her plea, but neither was it a refusal, and with a soft whine she shifted back away from his touch, releasing his tunic. Laying back in the dirt, his words made Felicity all to aware of how far this was from what she'd expected for her first; a man among her lord's guard had been courting, and made wicked, soft whisperings in her ear of a night upon soft sheets in a warm room. She tried to let her mind drift toward that thought again, the smell of horse cum strong in her senses as her fingers slipped down between her thighs, stroking along her folds.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 00:18:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;Posted from IM between Bliss &amp; Amberghylles&gt;<br><br>Brom drew his tunic up and off as he watched her fingers begin their work. His muscular torso was bare, the lines of battlescars glinted pale against tanned skin in the moonlight. He pulled his trousers down but didn't bothering to shed his boots to pull them all the way off.&nbsp; Then he knelt between her legs to watch Felicity. "Now tell me how much you want my cock rather than his," he commanded, "Beg me to claim you and take your innocence from you. Show me with your fingers how badly you want to know a human cock as your first. And do not think I will not find some other maid to sink this in if you're not wanton enough. I already keep a girl in my stables already who has never felt a man inside her, you could become her apprentice easily enough..."<br><br>Her eyes drifted closed to blot out the reality of the situation, trying to lose herself in the imagined scene of having Him with her, watching her and ready to touch her as her own fingers are doing - and her fingers find a wetness that surprised her enough to make her gasp softly before her eyes opened again, staring up at him in horror. "Oh! No, my lord... you! I'd rather have yours, your... your cock!" Her fingers never stopped moving as she spoke, voice shaking as she begged and pleaded with him. "I want a human, you to... claim me!"<br><br>He inched closer, his cock near enough to nuzzle her hand as she worked her fingers over her wet sex. "Are you sure?" he asked softly as he saw the glistening wetness, "Look how wet you are from sucking my horse's cock. Are you certain you are not thinking how you'd love to be a mare or a bitch rather than a slut?"<br><br>She winced at his softly spoken question, teeth gritting as he threw this humiliation he's forced her to directly in her face. "I'm certain, m'lord," she responded, a tiny whine following the words as she felt - and then, glancing down for a moment,&nbsp; saw - his cockhead brushing against her hand, so close to the virgin center of her, where she'd planned to have no one so soon, certainly not him.<br><br>"Then say it," he commanded softly, "Tell me you want me to make you a slut. Tell me you want me to fuck your pussy and make you bleed. Take my cock and put it in your cunt and beg for me to thrust it into your cum-soaked little body."<br>&nbsp;<br>Soft though his voice was, the command within it was like the hard line of steel that was always at his hip, the symbol of his power over his people, and she responded to it as surely as any of his soldiers, staring up at him and whispering through lips covered in cum. "I want you to... take me. Fu-fuck me, my lord, like a slut. Take my innocence as your right as my lord, and take my body with it."<br><br>"Put my cock in your cunt," he said firmly, "Then tease yourself while I fuck you."<br><br>A little shudder went through her, shoulders shaking with it as her hand turns and fingers curled around his cock, moving to guide it down to the entrance of her untouched passage - the treasure within waiting for her lord's undeniable plundering.<br><br>He smiled, enjoying the act of forcing her to aid in her own despoilment. Brom pushed forward, feeling that resistance and leaning into it to stretch it slowly. "Play with yourself," he reminded her, "Spread those folds with one hand and use the other to pleasure yourself." He waited for her to obey before drawing back slightly and slamming hard into her to shatter her forever.<br><br>Her hands moved to do as he commanded, fingers of one hand quivered as they spread her folds, and the other curved down between to stroke along herself. She could feel the pressure that blocked him, and recognized it for what it was as he stretched it painfully - and then his short, hard movement drove him through it, and his body arched and writhed with a scream that rang out over the empty field.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 00:41:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;Posted from IM between Bliss &amp; Amberghylles&gt;<br><br>Brom lingered only a heartbeat, and then he was raping her. There was no other word for the brutal claiming of her body, for the cruel thrusts that slammed him hilt deep into her sex and forced her body to stretch to accept his cock. The sounds of wet squelching and the hard slap of flesh on flesh filled the air.&nbsp; His act was selfish and he took his pleasure from her body as surely as he would take a foe's life with his sword and with no more compassion for her. If anything, each pained cry drove him to fuck her harder and more brutally, as if her pain was as important as his pleasure to him, perhaps even more important as he gazed wildly down at her.<br><br>Felicity's head arched back with another scream as his cock started to move again, driving in and then pulling back only to fuck into her again, sharp and hard and violent. Every draw, every thrust drug his cock over the torn flesh inside her tight cunt, and so each movement drew a new lurch from her under him, a new scream and pleading, wordless cry from her lips. Tears stood forth in her eyes and trickled down the corners of them to glitter in her hair alongside the cum before sinking from sight, and the force of his movements made her breasts bounce and jump. All over her body, the whipmakrks that he had laid on her stung and stretched and pulled as his hard movements kept her in motion for this claiming, this raping.<br><br>He grunted and moaned as he took his pleasure from her torn body, fucking her violently for what felt both like an eternity of pleasure and a fleeting moment that is over much too quickly. Before long he could feel the clinching in his balls and the tension building in his muscles. He slowed his strokes, holding himself at bay as he hissed. "Faster slut!" he reached to grab her hand and guided her finger to press hard against her clit. "Have you have made yourself shudder and moan before?" he hissed, "I want your cunny clenched tight and milking my cock like a proper slut! You are going to cum for me and milk my cock to fill your womb..."<br><br>She cried out as he jammed her finger down against her clit again, and rode, cheeks coloring with shame. She had done such a thing, in the dark and quiet of her bed, unseen by eye or light, and filled with the pain and thickness of him now - so completely different from what she had expected, desired for her deflowering - she began to stroke and rub against her clit, feverishly seeking that slow-spreading warmth again to keep him satisfied, terrified to displease him.<br><br>He released her hand, his hips moved slowly to press completely into her and then drew back till the head of his cock seemed about to pop forth from her slick passage. His hand slapped one of her breasts, sending the flesh rippling as he reached past her to slap the other with his backhand. "Faster slut!" he demanded, "I am eager to flood you with my seed! You do want to milk my cock dry don't you? Tell me how badly you want it. Beg for my seed inside you while you bring yourself off slut! Beg for it and work that clit like you mean every word..."&nbsp; His hand continued to slap her breasts as he spoke, punctuating his cruel words with sharp cracks of pain. "Get to it slut, or I might decide to take my whip to these tits to encourage you."<br><br>Her screams, if anything, sharpen as he began to slap her, and her touch on herself became less and less gentle, quickening until it matches the hard, driving rhythm his hips and cock had until just now. "Oh god... my lord, please! Give me your seed, fill my unworthy body with it - you can feel me upon you how like a slut I am, opened only for you, for the touch of your cock and your seed upon my ripe and waiting womb!"<br><br>His hands came up to cup and fondle her breasts, squeezing the reddened flesh and holding onto her as he resumed his forceful use of her. "Don't you dare stop," he snarled as he was almost instantly at the edge of his release once more, "You keep teasing your cunt like a slut until I tell you you can stop or I swear, I will cut that finger off for being treasonous..." And then, his fingers clamped down on her nipples as if seeking to crush them while his hands squeezed her breasts almost as forcefully. His head snapped back and he slammed forward, his cock suddenly swelling and unleashing his hot spend deep into her body.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 01:04:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;Posted from IM between Bliss &amp; Amberghylles&gt;<br><br>First Felicity whimpered at the terrible threat, and then she screamed as he slammed deep inside of her, and she felt like something tore within, but less physical than before - something like hot pain, like a broken dam bursting inside her, around his blowing cock and her frantically rubbing finger. Her first climax as a woman, hard and hot and struck through with pain, making her writhe beneath her lord in the dirt.<br><br>He squeezed her breasts hard enough to leave bruises as he held himself deep inside her, feeling her body obey his will as her velvety muscles clamp down and milk his cock until it was drained and then some. Brom relaxed his grip slightly, but waited several seconds, waiting to feel a renewal of the clenching grip inside before he nodded. "You may stop now."<br><br>It felt as if there were ropey threads of sensation running from the center of her breasts down to the impalement when&nbsp; he gripped and squeezed her breasts, yet another new sensation she did not understand; with a sob, she let her hand go still upon her mound, lifting her gaze to him in the moonlight. "My... lord?" she asked, at once terrified and hopeful that this nightmare was done.<br><br>Breathing hard, he drew his semi-limp cock free of her sex as he lifted up to his knees. He grabbed her hair and jerked her forward to a sitting position so he could use the silky length to clean her blood and their mingled juices from his cock. Then he struggled to his feet and reached to draw up his trousers. "If I was to give you a choice, now that you've had both man and beast, which would choose?"<br><br>She clenched her teeth, enduring the additional humiliation of him using her hair to wipe the evidence of her claiming from himself, and struggled weakly to her knees, head bowed and arms curled around her middle. She was silent for several long moments, considering it - comparing the unnatural humiliation of tending to the steed with the awful violence of her deflowerment; and yet it remained that he, at least, was human. "Man, my lord," she whispered, her voice hoarse and defeated.<br><br>He took a length of rope from the saddle and looked down at her. "Can I trust you to behave without your hands bound?" He asked as he made what looked all to much like a hanging noose and moved to lower it over her head. He lifted her hair out from under it and pulled it tight against her neck, snug but just shy of choking her. The other end was tried to his saddle.<br><br>Her lips parted at the sight of the noose, and a horrible new terror filled her - he used her, and now meant to hang her! But her legs are too weak to move, and she remained upon them as he surrounded her neck with the rope, tightening it to her soft skin. "I'll behave, my lord, I swear it!"<br><br>"Be sure to," he warned her, "Or I'll nail you into the stocks and let the commoners have you till you starve." He pulled on his clothes and armor, leaving her to stand naked and covered in cooling spend and blood until he was ready and climbed back into the saddle. Slowly he walked the stallion forward, walking her past her cottage, where she could see the furtive movements of the curtains and realized that her ordeal had been well within sight and earshot of her family.<br><br>She struggled to her feet and stumbled after the stallion, looking over at the cottage as he led her past it... and as the realization that all was seen, heard, and naught was done to stop it, her stomach twisted horribly, threatening to spill forth the remnants of her dinner. She managed to keep it down, though she cannot stop a heart wrenching sob at this additional humiliation and betrayal.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 16:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked her past her home, then turned the stallion to the road, leading her back the way she'd come from earlier, only now she was exposed, her skin and the ragged remains of her clothing coated in dirt and cum and a little blood.&nbsp; Her hair was matted and stiff with the drying horse cum.<br><br>It was early and there were lights and people and noise in the town.&nbsp; As Brom rode in, trailing his prize the people stopped and looked over.&nbsp; The people she'd known her entire life...&nbsp; and not a one made any effort to help her, not even to speak out directly.&nbsp; Sure, they would curse and rant once the Lordling was gone, she'd witnessed it herself more than once as others were taken by one of the Percivans.<br><br>Not even Adrianna, born the same night as Felicity and her unshakable and trusted friend did anything more than cry and run from the sight of the girl who might as well be her sister being walked through town naked and filthy from use.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 16:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity knew their stares, as she followed Brom and his horse wooden-legged into the town she'd only left little more than an hour before herself; she'd been among them several times before, watching with a clutch of fear upon her heart at the sight of some wretched creature following the man's horse in dirtied defeat. Always, she had felt gratitude that the dark eye of the Percivan family had passed over her.<br><br>Now she saw that in others' eyes - fear, pity, and even gratitude that it was she being taken and not them. That, and Adrianna - sister of her heart, the best friend that ever she had know, running from the sight of her. That scream was one of the most raw reactions her shameful, bedraggled appearance wrought, and oddly, even as it sparked her tears anew, it gave her hope. If Adrianna could be so horrified by this... perhaps there might be hope of some sort of rescue, however faint.<br><br>But for now, rescue did not come from the untouched girl, who turned and ran from sight - perhaps going to cower in the safety of her own home, trembling from having seen someone she knew and loved, someone like enough to herself that it was like a mirror of horror to see Felicity brought so publically low.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 16:55:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Their path continued onward, more faces turned away and a strange silence fell over the folk as they passed.&nbsp; Whispers sprang up behind them, but there was no word as they watched her being taken.<br><br>They moved trough the square, with the large sprawling tavern where Felicity had been before... back when she'd still been innocent.&nbsp; The hush reached even there, and several patrons came out to see and watch.<br><br>And that's when an ever so familiar face appeared.&nbsp; Youthful, with a thin blond stubble on his cheeks and slightly longer growth of bread adorning his chin.&nbsp; Blond hair just long enough to be unruly and tousled and those eyes of pure soft blue.&nbsp; Owen, come recently to the Baron's service from the capital where he'd learned his skill with blade and bow and horse as a squire but had not taken the vows to enter the temple knights...&nbsp; Who had made such suggestions in Felicity's ear.&nbsp; Who had touched her lips with his own.&nbsp; <br><br>He had taken several steps before his fellow guardsmen shook off enough of their wine to try and move to grab him and stop him.&nbsp; He shook them off, leaving one in the dirt and the other stumbling back.&nbsp; It was then that Brom stopped and turned to watch the young man stalk forward, his eyes blazing and his features twisted into an expression of shook and fury.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 17:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity's eyes had slid to the dirty cobblestones just behind the heels of the horse she'd followed, trying to go numb and mindless, to release thought in order to keep from drowning - but the unexpected sound of scuffle drew her attention, and her gut twisted recognizing the tavern, and the guardsman who strode forward. Owen, sweet-spoken Owen of whom she'd thought when Brom had taken from her the very thing she'd hoped to offer to this man.<br><br>He was not from this town, he'd told her of the large city; had even hinted at taking her there. Her heart had leapt at the prospect of going with him, escaping the contsant and terrible fear that lurked in this place, a fear he hadn't yet come to understand - and, in lacking it, let him move forward in anger at the sight of her so bound at the throat and humiliated.<br><br>"Oh god..." she whispered, her own eyes going wide at the horror of him seeing her like this, and she actually took a few steps toward him before the feel of the rope on her throat made her stop, shaking hands raising. "Owen!" His name upon her lips was faintly hopeful, but moreover it was anguished and fearful - he had anger in his eyes where any other man would be wise enough to show shuttered acceptance, releasing her from their heart like one dead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 17:33:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From the back of his steed, Brom waited and watched as Owen stormed forward.&nbsp; The helmet concealed his face and expression.<br><br>Owen rushed over, reaching out toward her.&nbsp; "Felicity?!" He exclaimed, "What in the frozen hells is going on here?"&nbsp; As the rope brought her up short he continued forward until there came a clatter of hooves and sudden Brom was between them.<br><br>"Stand down," Brom growled, "This one's mine.&nbsp; You'll have to wait for your turn at this sweet little cunny."<br><br>Owen's fists clenched as he gazed up at the armored man.&nbsp; "Why?" he demanded, "What could this girl have done to deserve such foul treatment?"<br><br>"I do not like your tone," Brom hissed as his hand dropped to rest on his sword, "I suggest that you remember who your liege is."<br><br>"I swore myself to your father's service, not your's.&nbsp; And I wouldn't allow such a vile abuse to go unchallenged even if you were the King himself."<br><br>By this point his fellows had caught back up and grabbed at him.&nbsp; "Forgive him m'lord, too much wine and he's sweet on the girl," they hastily offered as they tried to pull Owen back, "He doesn't mean what he's saying.&nbsp; He's new here and doesn't understand."<br><br>Brom growled and his sword came clear with a loud ring, causing all of the onlookers to gasp and the other two guardsmen to release Owen and scramble back in fear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 18:00:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Owen!" This time her voice cracked with tears, as her reaching hands lifted a little, torn between wanting to take hold of him and wanting to warn him away. To confront Brom for her sake was madness, and yet it filled her heart with foolish hope that he was so ready to do so.<br><br>Then Brom's horse was in the way, the two men growling at each other - and high above her head, the Baronet's sword rang free of its sheath.<br><br>"No!" She cried out, stepping forward to clutch at his leg. "No, my lord! He does not understand, please!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 18:17:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Owen took a step back and tensed, he had a dagger with him, but no proper blade.&nbsp; Nor was he in armor like Brom.&nbsp; And the eldest of the current Percivan's was renowned as a mighty fighter.&nbsp; He could not win this fight, no matter how strong his desire to avenge the wrongs this beast had inflicted on Felicity.&nbsp; But there was no backing down either.<br><br>Brom gazed down at Felicity and she could glimpse the cruel gleam of his eyes.&nbsp; "I should not allow one of my vassals defy me so openly," he said as he lowered his sword to brush the tip along her cheek, "But... if you promise to be willing and wanton and to not only obey my slightest desire but to act as if it pleases you to be used I will allow you a moment to say goodbye to your Owen, and to calm him enough to apologize for his outburst."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 18:20:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What he offered was a choice - a terrible choice, like the one out in the field where she'd the option to accept her abuse, or let him crush her beneath his booted foot. But it was a choice nonetheless, and one whereby her love might be saved.<br><br>"Aye, my lord... I make you that promise." She stared up at him, so high above her upon the horse, so high above them all, as the cold metal caressed her cheek in the mockery of a lover's touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 18:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Owen was shaking, not quite mad or insane enough to attack Brom but enraged at the abuse and humiliation being laid upon her.&nbsp; <br><br>The sword drifted back up, dragging the tip over her skin and then lifting away.&nbsp; "Be quick about it, and I will have either an apology or satisfaction."&nbsp; The last was aimed as much at Owen as her.<br><br>Then he moved to allow her to go to the guardsman, and Owen took a step closer, lifting his hand and gazing into her eyes.&nbsp; "Oh my dear sweet Felicity..." he said mournfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 18:54:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... oh Owen," she whispered back, the tears spilling out over her stained cheeks and wending down past dried and flaking patches of a substance that any man might recognize. Felicity started to lift a hand to touch his chest, until she saw how it was dirtied with the blood of her own deflowering and the evidence of the ferocious coupling that had followed.<br><br>"It's what is done here," she said brokenly as she met his sorrowful eyes. "We cannot stop it- you shouldn't try. He'll only kill you or worse for it. Please, please, Owen, just... just apologize to him. Apologize, and- and forget me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 19:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another man would have looked away from her, but Owen moved closer and reached to touch her cheek.&nbsp; He couldn't hide the flinch and knew it would hurt her but he wouldn't turn away and just give up on her.<br><br>Instead he leaned close and pressed his lips to hers tenderly and softly.&nbsp; "For now," he whispered against her lips so softly that she could barely hear him, "I will bow to him and let him take you.&nbsp; But I will never forget you.&nbsp; I will find a way to take you from this place and make you my wife."<br><br>Then he drew back, sensing Brom's restlessness.&nbsp; He stepped over and knelt down on one knee.&nbsp; "Please forgive me my Lord," he said flatly, "It was wrong of me to covet that which you have claimed as your own."<br><br>Brom sheathed his sword and nodded.&nbsp; "She is a pretty little cunny," he said trying to test the other man's composure, "Perhaps after I've had my fill I'll send her to service your needs."<br><br>Owen gritted his teeth so hard he felt sure they would crack, but he said nothing beyond.&nbsp; "As you will my Lord."<br><br>And with that, Brom spurred his horse into motion toward the thankfully near edge of town.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 19:42:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could not blame him for flinching; she was a pathetic, bedraggled and shameful creature, a far cry from the untouched young woman his lips had formed sweet words of love to.<br><br>The touch of his mouth was a shock, and she was so numbed that her own could barely begin to soften in response, before he whispered to her, and then stepped back. He made his apology to Brom, and the sword was sheathed with a scrape that made her heart twist with gratitude, though the crude taunt that followed made her stomach churn.<br><br>Heartsick, she followed the firm tug of the rope, but her head twisted to watch Owen, and half-raise one scraped and dirtied hand to him in farewell. He'd offered her love, and that chance was being stolen from them. And now he'd offered her that all the more dangerous thing, as she was brought away to horrendous captivity - hope.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 20:12:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before long the twon disappeared behind them and the path started to wind upwards.&nbsp; The steeper rodes to the mines veered off to one side or the other as they made their way to the looming castle Ravenroost.&nbsp; It jutted out from the rocky hill it topped, like some thing crouched and waiting.&nbsp; Never in her life had she been so close to the Parcivan estate, and it fitted every nightmare tale she'd heard.<br><br>The eyes here were different, hungry and appraising as they followed her naked body.&nbsp; And when they came to the courtyard, a woman emerged from the sables to take the reigns from Brom.&nbsp; She was fairly average in height and build, and would have been easily overlooked had she not been dressed in naught more than a belt and harness.&nbsp; Her skin was well-tanned without exception and bare of hair save for her head.&nbsp; She took one sniff and glared daggers at Felicity as she moved close and pressed against the stallion's head, guiding his lips to her breast automatically.<br><br>Brom dismounted and removed the end of Felicity's rope from his saddle.&nbsp; "Don't be jealous," he chided, "Now come give the new toy a friendly kiss."<br><br>The woman lowered her head and sighed, "Yes my Lord..."&nbsp; It was obvious that she only drew away from the steed reluctantly to walk toward Felicity.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 17:26:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity shuddered inside at the sight of the strangely dressed - or undressed - young woman, frowning herself at the angry glare that was short at her. The leather harness, the look, how she moved to draw the horse close... it was a slow dawning of understanding that made Felicity draw back from the approaching girl, her stomach twisting in revilement.<br><br>This was the 'mare' he'd spoken of... the girl he was keeping in the stable. And far from looking terrified or abused, she looked as if she embraced the position. That frightened the new girl more than anything, and she was shaking her head quickly as she tried to back away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 17:45:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity's retreat was blocked when she backed into the lordling and he reached to clasp her shoulders and hold her steady.<br><br>"Don't be afraid of me girl," the mare said as she closed in on Felicity, reaching to rest her hands on the woman's shoulders and lean closer.&nbsp; Without pause or hesitation she leaned closer and pressed her lips to the corner of Felicity's mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the dry remains of Felicity's humiliation away before drawing back.&nbsp; The woman sighed slightly and made no effort to hide the act of savoring the taste in her mouth.&nbsp; "Master... may I clean her?" she moaned softly, "Please..."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>26-11-2007, 21:55:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity cringed away from the other woman's mouth and tongue as much as Brom's tight grasp allowed, with a mewl of protest that became a horrified squeal at the 'mare's words. "Oh gods, no! Don't touch me, don't you DARE to touch me again!" She flare out in panic, struggling and twisting against the grasp that kept her from putting distance between herself and this unnatural creature in the shape of a woman that seemed to actually SEEK the touch of the Baronet's mount.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 06:53:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's grip was firm and he smiled at the way Felicity struggled.&nbsp; He leaned close so his breath was hot against her ear.&nbsp; "Remember your promise," he whispered softly.<br><br>Then he straightened up and shook his head.&nbsp; "I think not.&nbsp; You should be attending to my steed, who you may clean to your heart's content."<br><br>The woman turned and looked down, noticing the traces of drying cum still smeared on the stallion.&nbsp; She smiled hungrily and moved to draw the beast's muzzle back to her breasts, where it began to nuzzle and lip at her.<br><br>Before Felicity had to watch more, she was being walked into the keep proper, passing into the ancestral home of the Percivans.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 20:02:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity's shoulders shuddered in Brom's grasp, first at his whispered words, and then at the sight of the woman so happily going to tend to cleansing the horse of the evidence of the unnatural act she'd been forced to perform upon it.<br><br>"Yes, my lord," she whispered, and without resistance she turned to walk from the foreyard into the ominously looming keep, the torchlit interior somehow even darker and more foreboding than the night outside, as she passed into it. Would she ever, she wondered, leave this place alive and in her own mind?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 22:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The main doors were set into an archway that writhed with the carven images of serpents in a pair of trees.&nbsp; Inside, the halls were somber and quiet and seemed to be made to draw the unwary astray and lose them.&nbsp; Brom guided her swiftly along one of them and into a sitting room where an old man looked up to greet them.<br><br>The man nodded to them as they entered.&nbsp; He was gaunt, with thin hair and long fingers made clawlike from age.&nbsp; His face was sunken, eyes and cheeks shadowy hollows as his skin stretched over his skull like some grotesque puppet made of flesh or perhaps one of the horrific walking dead Felicity had heard tales of.&nbsp; He stood before the fireplace, which cast more shadows than light it seemed.&nbsp; When he turned and stepped forward however, there was no weakness to his movements.&nbsp; "So your hunt was fruitful," he said to Brom as he reached forward to run one withered hand shamelessly down Felicity's neck to cup and test one breast's firmness.<br><br>"Yes father, it was.&nbsp; This is Felicity."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 23:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fire flickered, seeming to cast little enough warmth into the room, and it was with great difficulty that Felicity was able to conceal any of her horror at the dessicated sight of the aged man. His hands were a little rough, and very dry - and, she realized from Brom's words, they were the hand of the liege of the lands.<br><br>Swiftly, glad that the motion would put her bosom out of easy reach, she sank to her knees and bowed her head with a murmured acknowledgment, "Your Grace."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 23:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a dry chuckle and his hand slid back up to her cheek as she knelt.&nbsp; He rubbed the dry proof of her humiliation lightly before withdrawing his hand.&nbsp; "I like this one," he murmured.<br><br>"Does that mean you'll want her tonight?"<br><br>"Not till later, just make sure she's healed and clean before you bring her to my quarters.&nbsp; Now off with you, I know you're eager to break in your new toy."&nbsp; With that he turned and moved back to the fireplace, gazing up at a portrait of a beautiful and regal woman hung above it and lifting a glass of deeply red wine to sip.<br><br>"Thank you Father," Brom answered as he bowed and then reached to grip Felicity's hair.&nbsp; "Lucky little tart, seems you've caught his eye."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 23:48:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity pressed her eyes closed to hold in her tears. She'd promised to make a show of acceptance and enjoyment, and for Owen's sake she would hold to that promise - and tears would destroy that illusion faster than anything else. She knew not which touch was worse - the father's, so soft as to make a mockery of tenderness, or the son's hard and tight grip winding in her hair.<br><br>"L-lucky, m'lord?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 00:01:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom waited till they were clear of the Baron before answering.<br><br>"Aye," he answered, "It means a warm bed rather than the cage for you to sleep in.&nbsp; And age has stolen the venom from his fangs; he's lost his taste for blood and screaming."<br><br>Then he pushed her into a guardroom, where the trio of burly men hardly looked up as she was walked past them and into a long hallway set with cells, the Keep's infamous dungeons.&nbsp; From either side, shadow figures stirred and watched.&nbsp; Some withdrew fearfully from Brom, while others hissed or cackled and moved to the doors of their cages to get a closer look.&nbsp; Many were human, Brom's previous victims or others taken away from some reason or another.&nbsp; But among them were a few frail-looking elven women and at least one dwarf.&nbsp; And a handful of other exotic creatures captured by the lord behind her and kept here for his games.<br><br>The end of the hallway opened into the centerpiece of the keep, a place whispered of often in fear.&nbsp; And the torture chamber was as nightmarish as promised, if not moreso.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 00:15:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The prospect of a bed to sleep in, compared to the threat of a cage, sounded wonderful to her - especially as their route brought her through the center of the hall filled with cages, and the cages filled with terrible creatures, some of which might once have been human, but displayed not even remnants of their humanity any longer.<br><br>The sight and sounds from either side made Felicity quicken her step, not from any eagerness for her destination, but simply to escape gazes and cries that were all the more pitiful and frightening because they'd perhaps once been just like her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 00:34:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom laughed openly as she hurried past the cages.&nbsp; He paused at one near the torture chamber to reach inside and pet the silky hair of the elfin woman inside.&nbsp; "Fresh meat my sweet," he said without looking in at the family's healer.<br><br>As he paused, he left Felicity free to look about the torture chamber.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 15:21:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity's quick steps slowed to a horrified halt inside the torture chamber; there was no attempt disguising the purpose of the place.<br><br>Metal gleamed everywhere in the torchlight of the room; a large fire in a broad hearth was banked directly across from the doorway, and a series of pokers were carefully set in a rack that seemed specially made for them, along with other devices of fire-darkened metal.<br><br>Metal wasn't the only color in the room, though at first glance it seemed to dominate. In several areas there were chains with manacles, and other devices she dared not try to name nor think of their purpose. But there was wood here, too - wood that looked like it had once been bright and clean, before being formed into strange tables and shapes, a large X set against one wall, and nearly all of it stained with unknown darknesses in the time since their creation.<br><br>In the cage outside the room, the elfin woman wormed forward in the cage; swaths of cloth bound her arms to her sides, her legs tight together, and four chains stretching in from each upper corner to attach to a wide leather belt around her waist prevented her from moving more than two shuffling steps in any direction, but with an eager incomprehensible noise she strained forward against the chains, nuzzling against the hand that stroked over her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 17:03:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom stroked the healer.&nbsp; "You want to watch don't you?' he murmured softly.&nbsp; His hand withdrew and opened the cage door, then he reached inside to unhook the chains from her belt and take hold of the end of her long hair, curling it around his fist twice to use as a leash as he backed out and let her out of her cage.<br><br>Walking her into the torture chamber, he smiled at the sight of Felicity slowly taking in the room.&nbsp; "Quite impressive isn't it?" he asked as he smiled, "Did you know all the houseslaves are branded with the Baronial Signet to mark them as our property?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 17:11:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pale elf nodded eagerly, eyes unearthly wide as she leaned forward against the chains, nearly hopping within the limits of her bindings in her attempts to move forward; as soon as she was able, she did, with quick, shuffling little steps and a soft mewl of delight as she crept into the room a few steps behind Felicity.<br><br>The human woman nodded with a hard swallow, and turned sharply at the strange sound of the mewling, looking at the cocooned elf-woman and the Baronet. "I, uh... I did not know that... my Lord..." she trailed off, her eyes slowly widening as the realization sank upon her, "You... mean to brand me?!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 17:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry," he said softly, "This is our healer.&nbsp; It took some doing, but she's learned to leave the scars behind when we want.&nbsp; So you won't have that long and painful wait for it to heal before we can use you properly."<br><br>He moved over, pulling at the elf's hair to guide her toward one of the hanging manacles and chains.&nbsp; Drawing her up to her toes, he latched the manacle around her slender neck and stroked her hair one last time.&nbsp; "That's right pet, I know how you love brandings..."<br><br>Then he turned back toward Felicity and stepped over to a table to once more begin removing his armor.&nbsp; "You should remove those rags and throw them into the fire," he said quietly, "Any clothing you need will be provided to you... slave."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 17:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf sniffed the air, and craned toward Felicity as she shuffled past, whining softly like a dog scenting a juicy bone being kept just out of reach.<br><br>Felicity watched with a fear and revulsion she could not quite keep from her features. At Brom's words, she took a step toward the fireplace, but that last word shook her, and horribly. She was to be branded, used... to be a slave to this horrifying household and bear their mark.<br><br>Teeth clenching to hold in silent sobs, she moved to stand by the fireplace, close enough that she could feel the warmth of the stones beneath her bare and aching feet, as she dragged her clothing, the last remnants of her free life, from where it dangled from her arms. For a moment she held to it, as if somehow she could cling to the woman she had been... and then bent and gently tossed it onto the flames.<br><br>In silence, she watched the cotton catch alight, blackening, smoking, fibers soon crumbling to naught.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 04:42:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Brom moved up to stand behind her, he has stripped down to his boots, trousers, and tunic.&nbsp; The firelight danced over him, accenting his features and figure.&nbsp; He was handsome and muscular, the way stories usually described the dashing hero.&nbsp; Only the cruel gleam in his eyes ruined the image.<br><br>His strong hand dropped to her shoulder, gripping it firmly and turning her away from the fire to face him.&nbsp; "So many delicious ways to use you my slave... I just can't decide how I want to break you for the first time."<br><br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 17:32:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Swallowing a small cry as he turned her roughly to face him, she looked up at him for several moments before her eyes dropped and closed, head bowing. She could not bear to look at him, a mockery of nobility in his handsomeness, holding such ugliness inside. "You already have, my lord," she pointed out softly, still feeling the throb of whipmarks upon her neck, back, and ankle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 18:30:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed, the sound as ugly and cruel as his whip had been.<br><br>"That's hardly a warm up my pet..." he said as he drew her over to the rack.&nbsp; He lifted her and sat her on it, taking hold of her legs and making her straddle the wide wooden table, pulling her sex lewdly open.&nbsp; Each of her feet rested on the stone floor and her legs bent at the knee.&nbsp; He pulled her legs to a pair of wooden posts on each side of the device and strapped each of her legs just below the knee and again at the ankle.&nbsp; Then he laid her back, his grip firm and brooking no resistance.&nbsp; Moving up he pulled her hands up above her head and into a set of leather cuffs which he tightened until her circulation was slowed.&nbsp; A thin chain was attached to the cuffs, which ran up around a pulley and to a wheel with a large handle.<br><br>"Do you understand what the rack does?" he asked as he slowly turned that handle, the wheel clicking with each movement as a brace ticked off against the teeth of it to hold it in place when he let go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 18:41:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the sound of his laugh, she felt a terrible desire to break and run, though she'd never make it past the guards nor out of the keep alive if she tried it. Surely death could not be worse than what his laughter promised?<br><br>But there was her promise... and Owen, and the awful hope that he represented. So without resistance, though all her limbs trembled in fear of it, she let herself be brought to the large device and bound upon it, while the elfin woman leaned in their direction with roughened, wordless cries that spoke of deep want.<br><br>"The... rack?" she said softly, her head craning to look up at him - and then at the handle he began to turn, and the huge wheel that moved in tiny increments, pulling up what little slack there was in the chain bound to her wrists. "I've heard of it, my l-lord..." There was no one in the Percivan lands who wasn't familiar at least with the idea of the rack - a device for stretching, or so it was said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 19:08:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continued to turn the wheel, taking up the last of the slack and drawing her arms up.&nbsp; A few more clicks drew her body taut, the bindings at her legs and wrists tugging at her.<br><br>"It will pull... and pull... and pull..." he said as he turned it further, each click drawing her tighter, "Your flesh and bone will give way before the steel and wood and leather does.&nbsp; The joints in your shoulders and elbows will pop, then come completely apart.&nbsp; As will your hips if I keep going long enough..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 19:35:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elfin woman let out a longing moan beneath his description of what would happen, as if they set up some sort of bones-deep craving in her, and she twisted and teetered upon her toes, moving as much forward as the thick manacle around her slender neck allowed before it began to cut off her breath. Pale eyes watched the pair with an unnatural, yearning gleam.<br><br>Felicity moaned too, but hers was a moan of trepidatious fear as the baronet methodically, rhythmically tightened the chain. It lifted her arms slowly from where they rested above her on the table, and started to stretch her. Gently, at first, the muscles in her arms, her sides, her stomach and thighs all tightened, and she shuddered, already able to forsee the agony he spoke of if he continued. "My lord! You father asked me to be healed, did he not? If you... break me thus, I'll be of no use, and will he not be angry with a- a broken rabbit?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 19:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom smiled and gestured to the frighteningly eager elf.<br><br>"Have you ever seen the healing power of an elven priestess?" he asked, "She can repair you as good as new when I'm done for father to enjoy."<br><br>He turned the wheel further, grunting a little as Felicity's body began to resist being stretched.&nbsp; But his strength was great and the machine magnified it several times over, allowing him to begin to literally pull her apart.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 20:14:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Written Bliss, brought over from thread splitting]<br><br>Felicity's head turned, dark hair pooled beneath, to look over at the wordlessly grinning elf, her eyes wild with anticipation, and the human girl's eyes widened too. She'd heard tales of creatures of intense healing power, but never thought that one might come into human lands - and perhaps she hadn't, this elf.<br><br><br>~~~~~~~<br><br>Brom turned the wheel slowly, listening for the creaks and pops of staining tendons and joints carefully.&nbsp; To bring Felicity's body to the edge of giving way but not past it was his goal.&nbsp; Not yet at least.&nbsp; For now he wanted her taut and unable to move.&nbsp; And as he finished stretching her body to the point of breaking, he stopped and ran his hand along her bowstring tight form.&nbsp; His hand swept along her side and then back up to casually cup and squeeze her breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb.&nbsp; Then his hand drifted down and stroked her inner thigh, pressing into it a little and then making a small circle against her skin.<br><br>"This is were you will wear your brand," he explained quietly as he gazed into her eyes intently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 20:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The wheels turned, and turned again, ropes and leather creaking as Brom turned the gears, and the machine drew her out, until her shoulders and upper back were lifted slightly, forcing the joints to take her weight, the drawing pressure. Unaware of how he was trying to listen, striking a delicate balance, she squirmed, and then whimpered aloud without shame as she was pulled tight, wrists and elbows and shoulders all growing hot with the strain, a muscle in her side twinging with the threat of tearing, and still her ankle was injured - perhaps the worst pain of all, there, the already-weakened joint distracting the sensation of the rest of her limbs being ready to be torn from her like that on a roast goose.<br><br>Only her head could she move freely, and it fell back upon the boards before she felt his touch, first on a breast heaving with frightened breaths, and then upon a sensitive inner thigh, his fingers making a circle of warmth there - and she lifted her head, glancing down there, and then looking up at him with a pleading grown. "There, m'lord? But... you... what good is a brand, if none can see?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 20:38:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's smile was amused and cruel as he let his fingers slip the scant distance to her folds, tracing them outside and then within.&nbsp; "And what makes you think none will see it there?" he asked softly, "Perhaps it is my intention to keep you naked at all times.&nbsp; Clothing is a privilege for slaves within these walls after all."<br><br>Then his fingers moved slowly upwards, lingering upon her breasts again.&nbsp; "Or perhaps I should mark you somewhere more noticeable," he said softly as his finger moved along those soft orbs and then up along her neck to make a circle upon her cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 20:42:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath caught with an audible squeak at his touch between her thighs, cheeks coloring - but she was unable to squirm the way her body wished, not without rending her own joints asunder. His touch, even so gentle, was made unutterably cruel by the quiet and easily given threat in his speech, and she moaned, her head twisting away from the circle upon her cheek.<br><br>"I... I thought my... my hip, or my arm..." the young woman stammered, eyes clenching a little tighter as she her the shift of the chain binding the horrible caricature of an elf, and the eager,unintelligible whispering it made.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 21:24:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom smiled and turned from her, stepping over to lift an iron with the Baronial signet in relief upon it's tip.&nbsp; He stepped over and touched the cool metal to her cheek where his fingers had brushed.<br><br>"Kiss it," he said softly but firmly, "Tell me how you happy you are to have been chosen.&nbsp; Beg me to let you wear the mark were it will be seen by all so they may know you belong to me.&nbsp; Do this and do it convincingly and I shall not mark your tender sex or your pretty cheek with my symbol."<br><br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 21:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The brush of cool metal was similar to his own caress, but cooler, smoother, and her body shivered visibly in the restraints, her eyes slowly opening to rest her gaze upon the signet. Uncertain whether he was toying with her, or offering yet another unexpected deal, she thought about what it might feel like to have this touching her while searing red from the fire - to suffere it upon her face, or gods forfend between her thighs.<br><br>That was motivation enough.<br><br>Her head turned, lips pressing fervently to the signet, before her lips fell open to begin speaking urgently. "I am glad, m'lord... so happy to have been chosen for the honor of coming to serve your House, to be offered the privilege of this mark... I want to wear it, and boldly, where anyone might see - not hidden between my thighs, not set upon my face like some birthmark. Please, m'lord - my arm, I beg of you! Every gesture I make it will be seen, and... and I could wear it proudly like that, showing me as one of yours like an armband as warrior wear in the lists and to battle."<br><br>Her eyes flicked up to his, frightened, pleading - and accepting that she would have to wear his brand, begging only to be allowed to wear it someplace that did not terrify or threaten to truly disfigure her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 21:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom smiled and turned to set the signet into the fire, to let it begin to heat up as he moved to stand close enough to pet his elf while watching Felicity.&nbsp; He kept his expression neutral, not revealing whether or not her words had moved him or not.<br><br>Instead he stood by his broken pet, stroking her silken hair and glancing from Felicity to the heating iron and then back, watching her reactions as they waited for the iron to heat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 21:48:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity's frightened gaze followed the Baronet as he moved to stand by the fire... and her gaze soon left him, flicking between two awful sights.<br><br>The first was the signet, which was hovering in the heart of the fire, the dark metal slowly growing pale as it heated, and seeming to suck into it the the orangey color of the surrounding flames.<br><br>But the other... the other was the pet elf that Brom soothed. The creature leaned eagerly up into his strangely gentle touch, nuzzling against his hand like an animal, an gazing into the fire - straight at the brand, hungrily, her body wriggling and wroming in her restraint almost lewdly as she watched it heat up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 22:16:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's gaze was on Felicity but his hand moved slowly down the elf, from her hair to her cheek.&nbsp; He caressed it and brushed his thumb over her lips, lingering to let her kiss and lick it before easing his hand down to her bindings.&nbsp; His eyes locked with Felicity as he slowly ran his hand down to ease the wraps free of her breasts and then her sex, stroking the tightly bound elf gently.&nbsp; His hand moved casually over the pale flesh, teasing his pet's body with light caresses.&nbsp; "Have the guards not been exercising you again my pretty?" he asked her as he felt her eager response, "I'll have to talk to them about that."&nbsp; <br><br>Only when the iron was hot did he remove his hands, walking away from the elf to fetch the red hot iron and bring it back over, holding it above Felicity so that she could see the glow of it and feel the heat.&nbsp; For a long moment he let it hover before lowering it to her shoulder.&nbsp; Picking a spot just below her collarbone and above the swell of her breast, he brought the iron close.&nbsp; He paused a moment to make sure it was lined up as he wished, letting the terrible heat radiate from it before closing that last gap and pressing the metal to her flesh with a sharp hiss and the sudden aroma of burning flesh.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 22:24:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf woman wriggled and squirmed in her bindings, even more eagerly as Brom's attention fell upon her, followed by his hands. Each inch of her that he freed from the bindings seemed to strain toward his hands with the same intensity that the rack strained Felicity's limbs, unabashed craving for the touch of him on her pale skin, and she made a soft, pleading mewl, saying something in a language the human woman did not understand.<br><br>All too soon, in Felicity's mind, the Baronet's attention returned to the poker... and both man and poker came to her. Her eyes, wide, fixed upon the disc and it glowed about her, and her lips moved soundlessly, as if wanting to pray and yet being unable to find the words.<br><br>Then the disc sank against her skin, and there was no use for words.<br><br>Felicity screamed, her already taut body going even tighter, as the signet seared the family's crest into her flesh, a spot of agony no larger than a coin upon her pretty peasant skin, and the smell of meat, of cooked meat forced into the air, into her nostrils. Again she screamed, and then let out a sob of pain, gasping for breath and crying out again.<br><br>The sound of the young woman's tortured cries drove the elf into almost a frenzy, lurching hard enough against the manacle upon her neck to almost knock herself off her feet, gazing wide-eyed and ravenous upon the injury that was being done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 22:35:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The brand was upon her only seconds, though it seemed much longer certainly.&nbsp; Time crawling as Brom drank in her screams and the way her body wrenched even as tightly as he'd drawn her up.&nbsp; But it was not enough to prevent the mark from forming properly.&nbsp; And as he withdrew the iron at last from her the crest rode proudly in her shoulder.&nbsp; He reached down to trace the raw and burned flesh with his finger.&nbsp; "Marked and bound," he said softly and the room seemed to darken and grow cold for a moment as the faintest whisper of a voice teased Felicity's ears.<br><br>Then it passed and Brom stepped back over to return the tool to it's rack before he returned to unleash the elf from the wall.&nbsp; With the swiftness of practice, her freed her from her completely from her bindings and then opened the metal collar about her neck, leaving the elven woman naked and free.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 22:42:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The heat of the branding lingered even after the metal implement was gone, her flesh sizzling-hot to the light touch of his fingertip - yet when he spoke, for reasons she could not consciously comprehend, a shiver went through her as if her body were awash in winter air upon the rack. The pain was consuming, and she wept, moaning and crying out with the pain.<br><br>Until the elf was released from her bonds... and like a shot arrow, her pale, naked form was across the short space and she mounted the table of the rack, on all fours over the human woman, straddling one leg. her whole body gave a delighted shiver, like a happy puppy, before her head fell to pillow on one of Felicity's breasts - startling her enough that she yelped in surprise, while the elven woman sniffed at the wound and exhaled a shuddering sigh upon it. Her long, silken hair fell cool across Felicity's skin, as Elandriel looked to her master, strange eyes pleading for instruction... or perhaps, simply, for permission.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 22:56:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom walked back over and reached to once more stroke the elf's hair as she gazed at him.&nbsp; "That's a good pet," he said as if speaking to an animal, "Such a good little pet."<br><br>He turned his gaze to Felicity.&nbsp; "She wants to play," he said softly, "Tell her she can."&nbsp; What play might mean to such a warped creature he intentionally left unsaid as he moved to place his hands back upon the wheel and with the creaking of leather and the clicking of metal he once more began to pull at her body, straining it slowly past its breaking point and wondering which part of her would give first to relieve the relentless stretching. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 23:04:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity's brows, already furrowed from the pain, drew closer together more quizzically at his words, and she caught her breath to stammer at the elf-woman, "You c-can pla-aaaay!" Her words sharpened into a scream as Brom pulled the wheel, and it began to stretch her body anew, already-stressed joints and muscles drawn further.<br><br>Her words seemed to set the elf atop her free as readily as had the loosening of her bindings - her head lifted sharply, with an animal crow of delight, and her whole body sunk hard upon Felicity's - the added weight enough to cause the first give, and a scream rang anew as the first joint gave way - with a jolt and a sharp, wet pop, one of her arms appeared to abruptly elongate as her upper arm separated from the shoulder.<br><br>The sound of her screams, her pain, were like something electric to the elf holding her down - she crowed, her naked body squirming, and her hips bucked slowly, rubbing a warm, wet, alien sex along the front of one of Felicity's naked thighs. Elandriel's head dipped, her tongue arching out to lave across the brand... and then whisper something over it, words lost and unintelligible below the screaming. It took some several long moments before Felicity could even begin to notice that the pain in her chest had begun, inexplicably, to recede, while the elf gave a whild writhe of her torso.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 23:36:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom smiled and watched the display before him.&nbsp; The wild madness of Elandriel's writhing and riding and the music of Felicity's screams had him painfully hard and he had to pause in the turning of the rank's wheel to reach down and free his iron hard shaft from his trousers.&nbsp; <br><br>He moved to bring his shaft to bob just above Felicity's face.&nbsp; His hand moved immediately to catch Elandriel's hair before the elf could take his tool and hold her head back from his cock.&nbsp; "Not this time my pretty," he said.<br><br>Then he gazed down at the human and moved his hand from the elf to her hair, stroking it as he brushed his shaft against her lips.&nbsp; "The rack will stop when you swallow my spend slave," he explained as he pulled on the wheel with one hand to continue tightening it slowly.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 00:30:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Where he was hard and certain, and the mad elfwoman was eager, writhing upon the captive human and grinding hard, gnashing her wet sex against the other woman's tense thigh, Felicity was terrified, the pain in her shoulder an agony that had made her ghostly pale, so far was it beyond what she'd suffered running like a rabbit from Brom's whip.<br><br>His shaft lay heavy upon her open, mournful lips, though no nearly so much as his mount had been. Just as the mare had gone for the stallion, though, Elandriel went for him, her mouth darting forward toward the bare cock until his hand in her hair brought her up short with a disappointed growl. Yet she showed no resentment, nuzzling the hand that had held her as it drew away.<br><br>Felicity whimpered, hearong the creak of the wheel slowly advancing, feeling its awful work in her body, but she opened her mouth and snaked out her tongue, lapping at him as she'd done for his horse, and tried to tru her head and do for him what for his horse she could not - take him in.<br><br>The elf watched with envious delight, and slid downward over Felicity's straining thigh, seeming almost to be listening to something. She came to rest with her sex over Felicity's knee, and stopped, grinding with a mad laugh- one that peaked in a cry of near-sexual delight as that joint creaked threateningly under her, threatening to burst apart under the added pressure of the elf riding it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 01:07:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom rocked his hips, easing his shaft into and out of Felicity's mouth as his hand stroked her hair and then dropped to cup and knead one of her breasts.&nbsp; The wheel turned slowly, her body resisting any further yielding and with only one hand it was harder for Brom to turn it.&nbsp; But he did pull it slowly and inescapably.&nbsp; The creak and click of the device mingling with the madwoman's giggling as it pulled at Felicity, seeming ready to tear her apart before she had a chance to complete the task he'd given her.&nbsp; Then Brom smiled and looked down at her, his eyes darkly pleased as he moved his hand back to take hold of her hair and hold her head steady.<br><br>"There are few pleasures that can complete with the feeling of a woman scream around my cock," Brom said as he pushed his hips forward, ramming into her throat while he gave the wheel a sudden sharp pull.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 15:42:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A scream he wanted, and a scream he got - the wrench of the wheel, coupled with the added weight of the madly giggling naked elf grinding down against her kneecap, made Felicity's knee shift, pop, and give sharply way - her scream high-pitched and muffled, air forcing out around his cock, stretching her throat painfully as the anguished sound reverberated around her.<br><br>Elandriel reacted with a cry, too, a moaning sob of delight as her slim, pale legs spread wider, her sex grinding down harder on the joint that had dislocated under her very pussy, taking obvious and unfettered joy in pressing against the damaged, separated bone, feeling the shudder and snap of ligaments beneath the skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 22:47:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom gasped, his own enjoyment of Felicity's agony almost as pure as Elandriel's.&nbsp; He pushed forward, taking the girl's mouth and throat as he held her hair tightly.&nbsp; His hand curled and pulled at the poor girl's hair while his other hand managed to turn the wheel and draw her damaged body further.<br><br>Brom groaned and rocked his hips, mindless of Felicity's need for air as he lost himself in the use of her screaming and squirming body.&nbsp; Brief moments to gasp came with each thrust, as he drew back before once more ramming against her throat.&nbsp; And with each thrust came more slow turning of the wheel.<br><br>Thankfully for the poor girl trapped beneath them, the brutality of her torture and the sight of his writhing elven pet brought Brom towards his release quickly.&nbsp; And as his muscles tensed and he grew close, his hand slipped more and the wheel turned slower and slower until he abandoned it entirely to seize Felicity's hair with both hands and force his length into her mouth so he could flood her throat with his seed with a mighty roar of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 23:01:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pain was intense to the point of consuming the unfortunate human woman who was the baronet's newest toy - joints already separated at elbow and knee, the muscles and ligaments strained, beginning to tear, the flesh darkening with the flood of blood and fluid, while other joints threatened to follow suit; one more, her wrist, gave way imperfectly, and her mouth and throat worked convulsively around Brom's cock, drawing breath only to scream it out so loud that the sound no doubt carried through the halls, perhaps even through the air to the village far below.<br><br>Elandriel knew her enjoyment spurred the man on; she could taste and feel it in him, just as she could the woman's pain, and she fed exultantly on it all. Her hips squirmed to grind down upon Felicity's kneecap, pressing that little rondel of bone into the damaged fibers of the other woman's body, and her juices ran down to either side. The elf was humping at Felicity's leg now, like a bitch in heat, and she fell down upon the human woman's taut form with a high, sweet cry as Brom came, her own slim fingers seeking two things at once - one hand reaching between her own thighs, the other up between Felicity's.<br><br>The human woman's body jerked tightly in the grasp of the rack as her mouth was filled with the heated shaft, and Brom's spend flooded her throat, causing her to choke on it in her screaming, and forcing her to begin swallowing, lest she drown in him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 23:11:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom groaned and rocked his hips as his cock throbbed and convulsed.&nbsp; The reflexive constriction of Felicity's throat gripped and milked his shaft and each movement of it made he groan anew.&nbsp; He let go the woman's hair with one hand, casting his hand back to find and grip his elf's silky hair instead.&nbsp; He wrapped his fingers in it and pulled, knowing it would speed her to her release faster than any gentle touch.<br><br>Slowly, the pulsing throbbing release of his seed slowed, but he did not withdrawn his shaft from Felicity's throat.&nbsp; Rather he leaned forward to hold it in place and continue to choke her with it as his pet's fingers went to work, wanting to feel yet one more set of cries reverberate along his cock before her let her draw breath freely.<br><br>"Make her cum," he hissed to the elf as he looked down at her, "Make her cum with you pet."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 23:38:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bound as she was by leather and rope and word and pain, there would have been no escaping even one of them, but the two of them together were an all-consuming entrapment for Felicity. She uttered a shriek that threatened to expel Brom from throat and mouth as the tips of the elfwoman's fingers dipped into her. Each of Elandriel's even slight movements roused fresh pain, and she crazed healer was anything but gentle.<br><br>Her head forced back by her Master's forceful grip in her hair, Elandriel let out a rippling laugh, her fingers beginning to move in concert upon both Felicity's sex and her own, and she started to whisper strange words, beautiful and fluid, interspersed with dark and gutteral noises... And even in her panic, Felicity grew aware of her body moving of its own accord as the healer force bones back toward each other, and drained the pain back out of the bound human, gasping as her body twitched and shuddered.<br><br>Elandriel cast a pleading look at Brom, her ability to heal the human woman, to take her pains and hurts, hindered by the racheted draw of the wheel. There was more she could do though, with her whispering, and Felicity felt a growing, mounting heat between her thighs that made her gasp and mewl desperately, the elf sharing her own sick pleasure in exchange for the pain that drove it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 00:11:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom met his elf's gaze and nodded.&nbsp; He released Felicity's hair and reached, taking a lever set with the wheel, and when he pulled it the dread machine let loose all of it's tension suddenly, the pulleys and gears rattling as they suddenly gave the human woman slack to fall limply upon the table and some freedom to squirm within her bindings.<br><br>And the sudden surprised noises from Felicity as the elf flooded her with alien pleasure made Brom smile even as his shaft slipped to rest only lightly within her lips.&nbsp; He reached to stroke her hair and gazed down to watch her eyes as she experienced the elf's full magic for the first time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 01:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf made a little yowl of glee as the racheted chains unwound, while Felicity&nbsp; yelped in fresh pain, the landing on the table jolting her limbs. But the pain was inexplicably less than it had been, and lessened further still once the woman atop her returned to her strange chanting. The drawn muscles tensed, tightened, and Felicity whimpered at the contrasting sensation of cartilage covered bones grating together set against the hot flood of pleasure building between her thighs.<br><br>The elf's wild, alien gaze grew almost frantic, along with the work of her fingers, her chanting heightening toward a pitch that was matched in both women's bodies - and though her bindings were loose, Felicity did naught but stare, trying to hold still and not worsen her injuries.<br><br>Not until Elandriel let out a final, pleading cry. Then all at once the joints and ligaments that had parted in Felicity cleaved together anew, while the elf's body jolted, sudered at elbow and knee and wrist - and a thunderious release poured through the elf, and with her power through the human woman as well. With matches screams, the mellower timbre of Felicity's voice wrapt in Elandriel's bell-like cried, they came, bodies shivering and arching together.<br><br>And when they finished, left entwined and panting, it was the elf whose arm and leg twisted unnaturally, whose breast was marred by an angry circle, whil Felicity bore only sweat and a gleaming white scar, the perfectly healed insignia of the Barony.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 02:48:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom watched and shuddered at the sight of them, at the wonderful duet of their climax and the sight of them so very spent and entwined together.<br><br>It had brought him back from spent to hard but he simply tucked himself back into his trousers.&nbsp; He leaned down and reached to pet his elf, stroking her hair not casually, but with slow gentle strokes that also glided along her slender back.&nbsp; He could feel her body shuddering still and petted her until the pace of her breathing slowed.&nbsp; His other hand brushed her lips and he leaned down to kiss Elandriel as softly and gently as Owen's sweet promises had painted in Felicity's ear.&nbsp; Then he gathered her into his arms and lifted her from atop Felicity, cradling her like a child close to his chest.<br><br>"That's my good little pet," he whispered softly, "Just rest now my pretty toy.&nbsp; I'm taking you to bed with me in just a moment."<br><br>Then he looked back to Felicity, naked and still bound but once more whole.&nbsp; As he spoke, he held the elf close and continued to pet her hair tenderly.&nbsp; "Welcome to Ravenroost," he told the dazed girl, "Someone will be in shortly to let you loose and clean you up for Father's enjoyment.&nbsp; But first, tell me again what you promised.&nbsp; Let me hear once more what price you're willing to pay to keep Owen's head on his shoulders."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 21:41:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel made a soft, strange mewl as her master finally lifted her into his arms, leg and arm both dangling quite wrongly as she curled against him; the sound was strange, partly pain, and part inexplicable joy in the experience she'd just been allowed; Felicity could not quite see it, but as the elf's shining, pale face turned up toward Brom, she looked at him with gratitude and adoration.<br><br>For her own part, Felicity lay upon the table, arms and legs all still bound, and her body continued to shake even after the strange waves of pleasure faded from her; the pleasure faded, and she was left naked and alone, shivering in Brom's playroom and trying to gather up the scattered pieces of mind and memory, which the enforced orgasm had flung from her like pieces sent flying off an angry child's chessboard.<br><br>"I... I promised..." she stammered, and paused, closing her eyes and licking her lips as she tried to call exactly what it was she'd agreed to for the sake of her beloved. "I promised to be willing, my lord... and to obey... and to act as if it pleases me, whatever you do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 21:06:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom nodded and waited, giving Felicity the time to gather herself and speak.&nbsp; It was a promise he planned to make good use of, to make the girl a partner in her own pain and humiliation until she broke one way or another.&nbsp; The man had made quite a show of foolish bravery to back up his promises of love to her.&nbsp; He was almost glad for it really.&nbsp; Hope would stave off the despair and acceptance that took a slave's soul and the light from their eyes.&nbsp; Dreams of rescue would haunt her, and the risk of having a lover punished was often so much more effective as a threat.&nbsp; And in the end, he would see her betrayed by her lover.&nbsp; His lips curled as he decided to speak to Naiobe about his plans in the morning.&nbsp; No doubt his half sister would find such a devious game to her liking.<br><br>He left off petting his elf just long enough to reach down to brush his fingers over the smooth scar of the brand upon Felicity's shoulder.&nbsp; "Don't forget your promise," he said as he brought his hand back up to support and stroke the softly panting elf in his arms.&nbsp; Then he turned and withdrew, leaving the girl alone in her bindings.<br><br>Only a few minutes passed before a matronly slavewoman entered with a bucket of water in one hand and a bundle of clothes under her other arm.&nbsp; She set the bucket down and the clothes on a table before moving to free Felicity from her bindings.&nbsp; Her creased features were as emotionless as stone and her eyes might have been glass as they swept over the naked girl dispassionately.<br><br>"There's a rag in the bucket," she said once she'd finished and stepped back, "His Excellency expects you to be clean."&nbsp; Without waiting for Felicity to answer or move, she turned to unfolding a plain chemise of white linen that would leave Felicity's arms and shoulders bare as well as a bodice of serviceable leather to hold the dress in place and accent the girl's breasts.&nbsp; A pair of plain slippers finished out the clothing, along with a towel that the old woman held ready as she turned back to wait for her charge to finish washing herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 21:37:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingertips brushed over the scar, and just where the skin was taut and shiny, she could feel the pressure but not the actual contact, as if her own skin had abandoned here where the castle sigil had been set into her flesh, and Felicity shuddered even as she nodded, watching the pair depart the room with tears still standing in her eyes, panting for breath and trying to find the center of herself in a maelstrom of unwanted pleasure and unexpected horror at what these noble-blooded freaks were capable of.<br><br>Then they were gone, with only the memory of pain and the elfwoman's mewls echoing in her ears as she sat up, expecting to be aching. But somehow, her body felt refreshed and limber as if she'd just had a full night's sleep upon the fine sort of bed that a person of her station would normally never know. Gingerly she slid forward off the contraption, shuddering anew as her hand brushed over the limp ropes and darted away, heading for the bucket and retrieving the rag within. Squeezing the excess water out, she set to cleaning the sweat from herself, but abruptly moved all her attention to her knee when she felt a tickle - which turned out to be a trickle of elven sex juices, which coated her briefly shattered joint and thigh like a glaze.<br><br>"His Excellency," she said hesitantly, glancing at the matron as she washed herself, scrubbing particularly at those parts that had been touched by either of her tormentors, "...do you know what he might want of me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 22:15:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The older woman shook her head.&nbsp; "Nothing good," she answered evenly as her gaze moved over Felicity like she was inspecting a slack of corn or some other goods at the market.&nbsp; "You're pretty and soft," she added, "So no doubt he'll be looking to enjoy your flesh.&nbsp; He may look like a withered old man, but he can still wear out any of the maids he chooses to take to his bed.&nbsp; Mind your manners and behave and he might be content with that.&nbsp; But he's touched by darkness in his heart just as sure as all of his tainted offspring."<br><br>She moved closer and offered the towel to Felicity, leaving the girl to dry herself.<br><br>"If you're lucky, they'll grow tired of you before they maim you or drive you mad.&nbsp; Once they'll break all of the fear and fire out of you they'll lose interest in favor of some other toy.&nbsp; Not that you'll be safe from catching their eye when they're bored or upset mind you.&nbsp; So just put any thoughts of being rescued or saved or escape out of your pretty head and resign yourself to surviving as best you can."<br><br>Taking the towel back from Felicity, she offered the girl the chemise.<br><br>"And don't ever think dying is an escape," she whispered with a quiver of fear as she leaned closer and helped the girl dress, "There's... something that watches over them and it has a taste for souls.&nbsp; It lives down below along with the beasts and monsters.&nbsp; Don't set foot down there or you'll wind up food or worse for them.&nbsp; You just keep your head down and obey and pray that they grow tired of you quickly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 23:15:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity listened in silence and with a sinking heart as the older woman warned her up and down against the whole of the Baron's family, and toweled dry, accepting the help in pulling on the chemise, and then getting the dark leather bodice settled around her middle. The ribbons drawn tight upon it drew her waist in a little, settled her rounds breast up and together, and displayed quite clearly the new scar upon her skin between neckline and collarbone. Gingerly she tugged at the skirt of the chemise around her hips; the cloth felt light and thin, and she feared it would look most uncouth.<br><br>"Is there no proper skirt to wear over this?" she queried, turning to lay faintly hopeful gaze upon the other woman in spite of the diatribe against holding out any hope. She did, after all, have Owen out there, and this woman didn't know that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 02:44:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman nodded, frowning at the look in the girl's eye.&nbsp; "You'll not be needing one tonight girl," she answered, "Was your good luck I was able to get you that much to wear for now.&nbsp; If the masters see fit to put you to any actual work tomorrow we'll find you something from the slave quarters.&nbsp; It's custom to just march toys about naked rather than waste time dressing and undressing them."<br><br>She gave the ribbons of the bodice a final tug and nodded in satisfaction.&nbsp; "But they didn't tell me not to bring you some clothes either and twenty years in this place hasn't made me forgot what it was like to be the new pet."&nbsp; She circled around and brushed a lock of stray hair away from Felicity's face.&nbsp; "Come along then," she said as she took the towel and bucket and began to shuffle away, "Don't look anyone in the eye.&nbsp; Keep your eyes down and don't draw any more attention than you can help.&nbsp; And for the love of any god that hasn't forsaken you yet, don't make a sound unless you're addressed directly."<br><br>And with that she led the girl out of the torture chamber, past the rows of cages and out to the guard room where two of the men where busy filling a slavegirl at both ends while the third sat and watched, licking his lips and looking over with a wistful gaze at Felicity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 02:59:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...thank you," Felicity whispered, unable to find much more of her voice, but unwilling to let the woman's kindness (such as it was) go unanswered. Her arms wrapped around herself as she followed out of the room, avoiding as best she could looking at let alone into the cages that lined the hallway with their array of unfortunate guests.<br><br>The guardroom was little better, and Felicity spared an unhappy glance toward the slavegirl being used by two of the men, and wondered - would Owen's unit rotate into Ravenroost? What would he possibly make of all this?<br><br>Her head dipped again, eyes on the other woman's heels as she kept as close as possible, praying that they would meet no one else on the way through the winding halls of the place to where she was to be company for the Baron.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 03:34:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The older woman set a brisk pace, moving with a well practiced ease about the hallways.&nbsp; They passed a few other servants as they took the side ways and back stairs up several floors.&nbsp; Then they emerged into the hall with the Baron's chambers.&nbsp; It was large and well-appointed and as they moved along it they passed several large and ornate doors before coming to one that the old woman turned and reached to open.<br><br>They entered a sitting room and the woman turned to give Felicity a critical eye.&nbsp; "One final piece of advice for you girl," she said softly, "Time may have cooled His Excellency's temperament, but even Master Brom fears his father's wrath."<br><br>Then she turned and opened the door to the bedroom, revealing a large room dominated by a great bed with heavy velvet curtains that would allow its occupant to sleep soundly even while the servants cleaned and laid out the master's clothes.&nbsp; The doors to the balcony were open and the figure of the baron was bathed in the moonlight as he stood gazing down upon his lands.<br><br>He turned but said nothing, simply raking his sunken eyes over Felicity.<br><br>"Go to him," the matron hissed as she pushed the girl forward into the room, "And kneel until he acknowledges you."&nbsp; Then she shut the doors behind the girl with a disturbingly final thud.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 03:49:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity had nearly to run to keep up here and there, her bare feet padding to the floor, and then all but screeching to a halt as they finally reached a final door that opened onto a bedroom that Felicity could see, even before she stumbled forward into it, was bigger than her family's home. The huge door closing behind her with a weighty thud jarred her into motion again, footsteps soft and nearly silent on stone, then deep rug, then stone again as she made her way toward the balcony door, her eyes flicking up for just a moment and then dropping like pebbles as she saw him looking straight at her.<br><br>As her erstwhile guide had recommended, she went to him - or at least, she went as far as the door to the balcony, and there she stopped, looking at the floor rather than the gaping yaw of air beyond the balcony railing as she sank to her knees and murmured simply, "My lord."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 19:52:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The aged Baron stood silently and unmoving as felicity crossed the room and knelt.&nbsp; For a pause of time, he continued to gaze silently down at the girl before him.<br><br>Then she felt the touch of his hand, long withered fingers stroking and petting her hair.&nbsp; For several moments more, he said nothing, just exploring the softness of Felicity's hair quietly.<br><br>Then he leaned forward and let his fingers roam over her ear and then follow her cheek and neck down to the brand upon her shoulder.&nbsp; "What did your parents name you girl?" he asked in soft but cold voice clearly used to being heard and obeyed without the need to be raised.&nbsp; "If it pleases my ears, perhaps you'll be allowed to keep it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 20:03:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried to keep herself calm as she waited upon her knees on the floor. The stone was hard and cold beneath them, though, and her heart still beat fast from what Brom and his unearthly pet had done to her, so that she cringed faintly under his fingers - and when his withered fingertips caressed the brand upon her bare skin, she inhaled sharply, and swallowed before forcing out her quiet reply. "They named me Felicity, my lord."<br><br>There was a faint quaver in her voice, and her eyes slid slowly closed to hold in frightened tears. He SEEMED to be little more than an old man with a knack for command, but the words of warning and caution the older slavewoman had given her on the walk to this place left the new girl filled with trepidation, waiting for any gentle movement to suddenly become a thing of pain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 20:47:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Felicity," he echoed with a hint of approval in his tone that was all the answer he seemed inclined to give as to whether she'd be renamed or not.&nbsp; Those fingers moved back to her neck, crawling over her skin like the legs of a spider until they cupped her chin and lifted her face.&nbsp; He turned her slightly from side to side, taking stock of her features before he spoke again.<br><br>"Your voice is sweet enough," he mused almost as much to himself as to her it seemed, "We'll let you keep it I think."<br><br>Then he moved past her into the bedroom.&nbsp; "Close the doors," he said as his fingers left her skin and he walked inside, "And draw the curtains against the night's chill."&nbsp; He walked to the room's fireplace and took a seat in a large stuffed chair that sat on the edge of the room's thick rug and watched his new slave with the same intense gaze.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 21:04:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Old flesh upon young made the latter shiver with visceral disgust at the sensation, but she let him draw her face upward, clear and frightened eyes slipping open to gaze silently up while he took stock of her, and commented absently upon her.<br><br>"...thank you," she whispered after he moved away, and she remained a moment upon her knees as he strode deeper into the bedroom, leaving her with her seimple orders. Gathering the white skirt of her long chemise in her hands, she rose, and moved to draw the heavy balcony doors shut, trying not to spare more than a glance for the yawing vista of the town and world beyond that lay below.<br><br>Stepping backward into the room, she noticed for the first time the thick velvet curtains that lay to either side of the doorframe, and hurriedly she went to each, drawing loose their ties and letting them fall across the port - and then turning toward the room, she moved to do the same to any other windows, the heavy falls of cloth one by one cutting off any sight or sound of the outside world, until the last fell, and the room felt entirely and whole its own place, filled with the sound of the fire, and the presence of herself and her lord.<br><br>Uncertain, then, Felicity turned toward the Baron, and dropped her gaze to approach - and lacking any other instruction nor understanding of how she was to behave to him, she sank once more to her knees just before him, upon the thick rug.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 21:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron watched as she moved to follow his orders.&nbsp; And as she approached he wet his lips and let one eyebrow arch slightly as she approached nervously.&nbsp; A faint quirk of his lip signaled his approval when she knelt once more.<br><br>"You are afraid," he stated softly as his hand came once more to her skin, caressing her cheek and jaw and neck to savor the softness of her supple young skin.&nbsp; "And your fear is not unfounded.&nbsp; I can and will hurt you Felicity," he explained, "I take pleasure in doing so and as my slave you must learn that pleasing me is more important than your pain or even your life.&nbsp; I do not expect you to understand this yet, but in time you will learn to take pleasure from obedience.&nbsp; Now my pretty Felicity, tell me what you know of giving a man pleasure."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 22:31:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The intake of her breath was softly audible in the space between them as his hand traced over her chin, soft and gentle caresses that were like mockery of the touch of a lover, and conjoined with his promise to hurt her, her shoulders shook with a soft shudder, and her head bowed, hands twisting in the thin cloth of her chemise, bosom rising and falling regularly within the confines of the leather bodice.<br><br>"My lord, I have learned but a little... I know some of kissing, and gentle touches... and I have been taught how useful my mouth can be to a man," she said, and did not try to disguise the note of bitterness that threaded through her words, a lingering echo of soreness still in her throat from the Baronet's rough use of it, even after the Elven woman's healing work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 22:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and listened to her.&nbsp; His hand continued to roam, finding its way once more to her neck and then down to explore her collarbone.&nbsp; "Then your body was unused before my son took his pleasures with you," he said as he reached over with his other hand to stroke her hair once more.&nbsp; "And tell me my Felicity, is it only your mouth that can be of use?&nbsp; Did my son make use of your cunny?&nbsp; Your ass perhaps?&nbsp; Reach forward and show me what you know of gentle touches as you answer my girl."<br><br>He shifted in his chair, parting his knees to make her task a bit easier.&nbsp; His warm robe was only loosely belted, falling mostly open over the shirt and trousers of silk he wore beneath it.&nbsp; And the unspoken but obvious object of his command was visible against that expensive fabric, woken only partially but enough to press against the thin silk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 23:04:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aye, my lord," she murmured hoarsely, answering several of his questions at once. A new shine of welling tears, humiliation as she was forced to admit things to this grandfatherly old man that she would have told to no one, not ever, given her preference, made her eyes bright as she looked up at him. "I had had no man, until your son... but he had me. Is that what you would have as well? Or my mouth, as he did?"<br><br>Then her throat constricted, allowing her no more words while her gaze dipped toward his lap, then upward again... and one hand lifted, trembling, to rest upon his lordships knee, and her eyes slid closed. Many a time, in stolen afternoons with Owen, she had sat by his side, his arm familiar and strong around her waist, and he'd urged her to place her hand upon his knee. She'd done so, and with her fingertips had traced small and drifting shapes, spirals and sigils that meant nothing but for the pleased groans they gained her from her lover - and it was such patterns that she began to trace now, against the sensitive skin on the inside of his knee, at the very bottom of his silken-covered thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 23:29:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron sat back slowly, nodded and murmuring softly at her light tough upon his leg.<br><br>"I shall have have that of you tonight as you warm my bed.&nbsp; And before then I shall have your mouth as well.&nbsp; A slave's place kneeling before her master does suit itself quite naturally to her giving her lord and master's cock the worship it deserves does it not?&nbsp; And you do wish to please me do you not?&nbsp; If not out of true loyalty, then out of fear for what I will do if you fail yes?"<br><br>His hands moved to the arms of the chair and he watched her.<br><br>"Are you a good slave Felicity?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 15:32:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know if I'm a good sla-ave," Felicity began, her voice cracking a little, and she paused to take a deep breath. Her fingers spread slowly to flatten against his knee, and then draw away again, continuing the soft little tracings a little higher. "I am... a new slave. And I do wish to please you... even if it is just to try to keep you from hurting me much, you said that it's the pleasure that matters. If the reasons why don't matter, and I do try to please you, that makes me a, a good slave, does it not, m'lord?"<br><br>The words came out slowly - partly hesitant, partly as if she were struggling to work it out as she was speaking. By the time she finished, she realized how much she'd said, and her eyes slid wide to look at him, and then drop to the floor, shadowy under his chair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 15:57:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded as she spoke, listening to her carefully but letting her take the time to speak.&nbsp; "Yes Felicity, that does make you a good slave.&nbsp; And while I will still hurt you, there is a difference between punishment and such games."&nbsp; His gaunt fingers moved once more to her hair, stroking lightly.<br><br>"Now, you may ask for the privilege of pleasing me with your mouth before you undress for me, or you may rise and show me what you have to offer your master first."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 16:03:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Neither was a prospect that brought any joy to the kneeling peasant-woman's heart... and so she hesitated before doing either, partly to delay, and partly caught upon the dilemma of two unsavoury choice. Finally a possible way to choose came to her, and she swallowed, eyes flitting up toward his face again. "Which... which would be more pleasing to my lord?"<br><br>She was very tense as she asked; her body almost quivering with the innate desire to be anyplace but kneeling before this man, from whom all the fear that riddled his lands flowed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 16:22:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron lifted an eyebrow at her.&nbsp; "As a slave," he informed her flatly, "You will be given few choices.&nbsp; Some are tidbits of freedom offered like a table scraps to a dog.&nbsp; These should be savored as the precious rewards they are.&nbsp; Others are tests or amusements to see what the slave will choose.&nbsp; If I had not wanted you to choose, I would not have asked you.&nbsp; I would have either commanded you to strip or to suckle my cock."<br><br>He paused then before his grip in her hair tightened and he pushed her back with a strength that seemed quite beyond his withered frame.<br><br>"Now get to your feet and strip," he ordered sharply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 16:34:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd gambled upon choosing to leave it to him, and plainly that little gambit had filed her intent to be a pleasing slave. The Baron's hand was so tight in her hair that it made her eyes water as he pushed her back. Unready for such a thing, she fell back, sprawling on the rug most ungainly, mouth falling open to loose a tiny cry of surprise.<br><br>The sharp command hung in the air, though, and there was no choice but to obey. Lips pressing together, she gathered herself to her feet and stood before him - white chemise and black leather bodice, the dark tumble of her hair fallen wildly around her shoulders as she brought her hands to the centre of the bodice and picked out the knot, tugging the lacing loose.<br><br>As she did so, the bodice sagged around her, until the lacing was completely free, and she drew the garment off and bent to lay it gently on the floor beside her. The chemise, ungathered, flowed against her curves and away as she moved, and then she straightened, looking to the Baron - for though his gaze was intense, raw and terrifying, it seemed that there was nowhere else in the room she could properly look.<br><br>Slim hands grasped the sides of her chemise and tugged upward, hesitant but otherwise without art as she brought into view ankles as bare as her feet, then knees - the formerly damaged one appearing no different than its fellow - and then thighs, pressed together and one leg slightly bent before the other in the timeless, natural stance of the naked virgin, though she was such a creature no longer. The swell of hips, nip of her waist, and finally her breasts and the scar just above them were revealed to the Baron as she drew the garment off and to one side, letting it fall atop the bodice.<br><br>Felicity shivered a little - the fire was not close enough to give her heat, and the big room was naturally cool, heat leeched out by the stone even with the large rug covering much of the floor - and started to wind her arms around her waist as she waited, naked before her Lord.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 16:54:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron watched her.&nbsp; She was beautiful and still mostly innocent in spirit at least.&nbsp; He could not recall how many women he'd watched undergo this same first unveiling.&nbsp; It was at once both familiar and yet still delicious each time.&nbsp; There was a subtle pleasure in watching her surrender her modesty for the first time, before such an act became second nature to the slave.&nbsp; <br><br>He gestured toward one of the wardrobes in the room.&nbsp; "That one contains implements for playing," he explained, "Go to it and open it.&nbsp; From the left-hand door you will select one of the long whipping rods.&nbsp; You will place the tool in your mouth, close the door and then crawl to me to offer it for me to use upon your pretty ass."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 17:20:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dark hair slid across her like a many-threaded curtain as she turned her head to look at the wardrobe, and then her whole body turned, walking over to the indicated wardrobe. This piece of furniture alone, she realized as she lifted a hand to it, was finer and of more value than likely all the rough-hewn pieces in her family's home put together. The wood was a dark one she didn't recognize, with a faint aroma, and its surface had been carved out to portray scenes that she did not focus too deeply on, after realizing the shape her fingertip was tracing was definitively phallic.<br><br>Quickly she pulled open the lefthand door, and as promised there was an array of rods. Some were simple sanded wood, others with leather wrapping them, and still others had things embedded in them - glittering gemstones studded one, and another sported what looked like a line of diamond edges. Her mind began to wonder what that would do, and immediately her gorge rose. Quickly she turned her attention to the simpler ones, touching the smooth wood and cool leather, and finally she picked the one she hoped would hurt the least - a light, pale wood that was wrapped at one end twice the width of a hand with black leather straps.<br><br>With both hands she freed it from its hanging, and lifted it to her mouth - where she found it uncomfortably thick, and though it was light in her hands, her jaw began to ache even before the wardrobe door clicked shut.<br><br>Stepping back, she turned, teeth clenching a little to keep the rod in her mouth, and Felicity sank to her knees. Then, after a look to the Baron, she dropped to her hands as well. As quickly as she could she crawled over the rug toward him, in long stretching strides of arms and legs that made her body sway unintentionally, hips moving almost catlike, and hair trailing on the floor beside her. Not until she was mere inches from the Baron's shins did she come to a halt, and lift her head to look up at him - silently offering the rod still between her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 17:45:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron watched her, studying her movements and drinking in what they told him of her.&nbsp; The moment of realization at what was depicted upon the wardrobe made his lips quirk into the faintest of smiles, but it was gone before she turned back and crawled towards him.&nbsp; The display was all the more erotic for it's lack of intent and he reached to stroke his erection through the silk of his trousers briefly as she crossed back to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Once she was kneeling before him, he reached out to take the rod from her and study it, as if evaluating her choice.&nbsp; Then he rose to his feet and nodded.&nbsp; He pointed to the other chair facing the fireplace.&nbsp; "You will rise and stand facing that chair.&nbsp; Bend from the waist and put your hands on the arms of the chair.&nbsp; You will place your feet slightly wider than shoulder width apart.&nbsp; Your arms and legs will be straight, as will your back.&nbsp; And once you are in place, you will tell me why you choose this tool."<br><br>He ran his hand along the cane and smiled.&nbsp; He was fairly sure why this one had been chosen.&nbsp; He flexed it slightly and made a couple of test swings.&nbsp; Many made the mistake of thinking it's simple design made it the least painful of his tools.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 14:20:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched him study the rod with a slow curl of anxiety in her gullet. Clearly the Baron was evaluating the rod she'd chosen, but by what standard she knew not, nor could she begin to know what result would come of it.<br><br>Following his instruction, Felicity rose - in a slow, careful movement that slightly favored her burst and rehealed knee. Certainly it FELT the same, but she no longer trusted the joint as she did the one unharmed. A half turn, and she bent forward to grasp the carved arms of the chair opposite his, a stance that had her bent forward and her rump presented to him, bare and pale and unblemished.<br><br>It took a moment's consideration of herself and his instruction to realize that her legs needed to move. One and then the othere they slid out to the sides, offering a shadowy glimpse of her pinkest flesh while she searched for her voice. When she did find it, it was thin and trembling with anticipaion.<br><br>"I chose that one because... It doesn't look like it would hurt as much. It's smooth and light and didn't have... Spikes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 18:42:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a slight pause as he listened and nodded at her answer.&nbsp; Then suddenly the cane snapped forward to strike across her bare ass cheeks.<br><br>"This rod is thin and flexible," he said as he laid a second red line across her rump.<br><br>"That makes the sensation sharper.&nbsp; More intense."&nbsp; A third slashing blow added one more line of red to her ass.<br><br>He stepped to stand directly behind her and swung to lay a blow along her thigh and cheek instead of across.&nbsp; "Also, the angle and the location and even the movement of my wrist..."&nbsp; he twisted his arm to bring the rod against her other hip before continuing, "Change the type and degree of the pain."<br><br>He paused then, moving closer and running his left hand over the lines he'd made so far.&nbsp; "Though you are right, the spikes would have hurt more than this one.&nbsp; The least painful would have been the wide strap.&nbsp; Though even that could hurt more if I swung it harder than the cane.&nbsp; I have so far only given you fairly light strikes."<br><br>His fingers drifted down and between her legs then, exploring her womanly cleft now with a light and knowing touch.<br><br>"You will learn a great deal about pain and pleasure under my hand," he said softly, "And how they are truly naught but two sides of the same coin." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 21:18:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One, then another... Blow after deliberate blow of the cane fell, each making her lurch at the sting of impact that billowed into hot pain. Each shocked a cry of pain from her, though only the first was an outright yelp.<br><br>When his hand touched her skin, her body jerked reflexively away before going still - like a skittish colt, she'd plainly been expecting the fall of the lash again, and like a colt she shivered a little as she stood there and endured the slow and knowing exploration os his hand. "Two sides of a coin, my lord? I f-find no pleasure in these lashes," Felicity dared, though she did not grow so bold as to lift her head, nor even turn it to look at him through the dark, fibrous curtain of her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 21:47:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps not," he said as he stroked and then slipped his hand back to rub the heated flesh of her rear, "But your lessons are only just beginning."<br><br>His hand rubbed, working the heat deep into her skin for a few more moments before he stepped back, giving her perhaps a moment's warning before the swish of the cane awoke a new line of fire, this blow far stronger than the previous ones had been.&nbsp; And with no pause or explanation, he brought his arm around to deliver a matching blow to her other hip before shifting his stance and raining blows once more across her ass.&nbsp; He swung harder and harder, turning her rump into a mass of criss crossing red lines.&nbsp; He was determined not to stop until either her will gave out and she pulled away or her body failed and collapsed beneath the pain.&nbsp; His lips curled in a smile and he felt his shaft twitching as he pushed to discover which would fail first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 22:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch she endured; pressure upon pain it was, but light in comparioson to fresh new lines of the switch. All too soon though, the kiss of the freshn clean length of wood returned to her rump, and she did not try to bear it silently. Felicity's eyes watered, and she wept onto the fine brocade of the chair she clung to, knuckles white. Every blow was a new pain, but then it became lines of pain layered atop skin afire, her breath coming quicker, harder as she tried to balance this pain against the terrible things this man's eldest son had done to her.<br><br>The flesh rebelled - not merely reddeneing, it was welting under the blows - and abruptly with a frightened cry, imagining she felt the skin split, she bent her elbows and let her knees go to the rug below, sobbing and pleading as she waited for the strikes to hit her impertinent back. "No more! Please, my lord, pain me no further! I am sorry, I c-can't... I can't, it hurts, it HURTS!" She keened, shoulders hunched and head bowed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 23:10:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cane did touch her back.&nbsp; Not a blow but a simple brush, tracing the line of her spine as she sobbed before him.<br><br>"You could," he said softly, "But I am pleased well enough for now to know where your limits lie.&nbsp; Rise slave, and kiss both the tool and the hand as you thank me for what I have given you.&nbsp; Then you shall take the cane and return it to its place with great care and reverence before returning to kneel before me."<br><br>His other hand drifted once more to his silk covered shaft, and he smiled as he decided it was indeed time to see what his son had taught this girl about pleasing a cock.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 00:35:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A trickling chill followed in the wake of the cane's tip, her skin almost crawling under the wood. It almost seemed, as she knelt and sobbed, that she had not heard his instructions. Finally though her hands fell from the arms of the chair to the tear-dampened brocade, and she pushed herself upright with slow care, groaning at the agonizing shift of abused skin and bruised muscle.<br><br>Reluctantly she cradled his hand in both her own, lifting it and bbowing her head to press lips to withered skin and smooth wood. "Thank you my lord, for... For finding my limit for such pain."<br><br>Then her hands slid to relieve hi of the cane, carrying it cradled in hand and arm like a newborn babe to return it to its place in the ornately obscene cabinet. Her gait wasw slow and stiff, there and back, and there came a strangled whimper in her throat as she sank to jer knees, damaged skin of her rump stretching whilst she tilted her tearstained face up to her Lord.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 01:14:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron's eyes glittered from their sunken sockets.&nbsp; He made no effort to hide that the sight of her, damaged and hurting and crying pleased him.&nbsp; His hand drifted to her face and he ran the tip along her cheek, gathering the moisture from her and lifting it to his lips.&nbsp; He closed his eyes briefly, cutting off the pressure of their gaze as a look of pleasure took brief sway over his face.&nbsp; Then he lowered his hand and opened his eyes once more.<br><br>"It was my love that taught me how sweet tears are," he said softly as he began to slip free of his robe and silken pants, "I shall never forget the night that she gathered them from her cheeks with weak and trembling fingers and anointed her nipples with them as an offering to me.&nbsp; I like to believe that was the same night that Brom took root in her belly, born of our love for each other."<br><br>The last of his clothes fell silently to the rug and he reached for felicity's hair to pull her face towards his withered but quite ready shaft.<br><br>"You will not close your eyes," he said in a soft but firm voice, "You will look up at me as you pleasure my cock.&nbsp; I want to see your submission and your pain girl.&nbsp; So much as a flicker of defiance... If you think to imagine another for even a moment... I will see it and I will take one of your pretty eyes as punishment."&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 15:42:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If there was a haunting beauty, a touching fondness in the way the elderly man spoke of his absent wife and the strange love that they made before Felicity came into the world, it was lost upon the young woman as she knelt before him trying to barely even shift, for the pain that creaked through her ass and thighs every time that she did. As silent as his whispering silk clothing she move under the tug of his hand, presented with the sight of his up-curving shaft, and given the gravest cautions.<br><br>Perhaps it might have been briefly easier, to close her eyes and imagine Owen in his stead - to think of her sweet beloved standing before her, of the sounds he might make as he felt her lips upon him for the first time. But never in a lifetime would Owen have painted her with such pain before having his pleasure from her. To try to think of him in the Baron's place would not be a relief, and not just for the loss that would result. To do so would belittle her cherished beloved.<br><br>That was why, when she closed the small gap between her mouth and his shaft with lips slipping open and closing around it to begin suckling upon him and tongue teasing hesitantly at the tip, her eyes upcast to him bloodshot but clear, focused completely upon this man before her and the wretched task of pleasuring him while her body ached from his other rod. Tears rolled down her cheeks, painting her lips and his cock, and every one was salty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 03:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The baron's dark eyes gazed down at Felicity.&nbsp; His lips parted slightly, letting a low murmur escape as one hand drifted through her hair, his nails scraping along her scalp slowly.&nbsp; His gaze was cold and cruel, no hint of mercy and no trace of compassion lived in those dark orbs, only a malevolence that drank her pain and savored every nuance of it.&nbsp; He held his hips and stroked her hair but did not force her or guide her. <br><br>"You will take all it," he said softly, "You will choke yourself on my cock because it pleases me."&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 17:45:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman's eyes left his - flickering down to his cock for a moment, trying to judge the length of it before darting back up to meet his downward gaze. Then she began to work forward upon him, bit by bit, suckle by suckle, taking him deeper and deeper over her tongue and into her mouth, until the end of him was prodding into the top of her throat. It made her gag a little, and she gasped for breath, eyes watery before she made a final push.<br><br>Her back still stung with the warning of what might come of displeasing him at the very least, and the memory of Brom's cruelties were large in her mind; if that was what the apple could do, who knew what might come from the tree?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 19:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her, the low murmur of his trembling lips proof of his enjoyment... but if it was the touch of her lips and the warmth of her mouth or the pain and fear in her that pleased him more was uncertain.<br><br>His fingers moved to her shoulder, wrapping tightly to it.&nbsp; His thumb found the hollow against her collarbone and sank into it as his nails clawed the soft skin on her back, digging in and raking four red lines into her flesh as he smiled.<br><br>"Hold it," he ordered softly but with such dreadful authority, "Hold my cock in your throat.&nbsp; My pleasure is more important than air to you now slave.&nbsp; You belong to us... and if I wish it, you will die for nothing more than giving me the pleasure of feeling your last desperate struggles for air around my cock."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 18:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His grip was such that she could not have pulled back from him even if she tried - though likely Felicity could have turned her head, in order to free her throat of the press of the old man's turgid cock, the head of it choking her. That tight vessel lurched and clenched around him, her eyes beginning to water with the effort of keeping him there even while her body tried to gag him out.<br><br>Her gorge began to rise, bitterly hot, and her lungs burned with need, panic starting to rise in her eyes - is this how she would die, her face impaled upon the Baron's throbbing member?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 20:24:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her, his gaze frightening in it's intensity.&nbsp; As withered as his body looked, there was an almost unwholesome strength in his grip and his eyes were sharp and showed no sign of the haziness of thought his age should have brought.<br><br>And he lingered several more heartbeats as he watched Felicity struggle against the instinct and need of her body.&nbsp; But then his head nodded and a smile curled his lips.<br><br>"Draw back and breathe now slave," he said quietly, "You may keep your life until morning at least.&nbsp; But I will hear you acknowledge that it is mine to take as you thank me for the privilege of seeing another day."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 18:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nod was the most unexpected boon - never would Felicity have expected to feel such a flood of gratitude for that common, small movement. Yet she did, even as her body swayed backward, gulping in a deep, rasping breath of air before his manhood was even clear of her lips, her view of him blurred through watering eyes.<br><br>"Thank you," she managed before stopping to choke down the soft cough that tried to push its way upward in her throat. "Thank you, my lord, for my life... for allowing me to keep it for you for another day, thank you!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 00:18:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her with those cold eyes and then his fingers touched her hair softly.&nbsp; "I believe that you do indeed understand," he said as he stroked her gently and then drew back and began to sink into the large bed, "Join me in bed now girl."<br><br>He drew back the heavy covers and patted the overstuffed mattress beside him.&nbsp; "You'll lay with me tonight rabbit," he said quietly, "First you'll ride my need until I fill you and then you'll keep my tired old bones warm against the cold night with your soft youth."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 16:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers rifling through her hair gave the girl a chill, flesh actually crawling a little at the gentle contact - which sent zings of pain up her damaged back even before he moved away, and she shifted forward on her knees to push stiffly to her feet, trying not to stumble as she followed him to the overlarge bed.<br><br>This, at least, was some small comfort, though she might have better enjoyed sliding her body onto the thickly stuffed, cushioning mattress were it not for the pain in her legs and ass, the soreness in her throat, all constant reminders of the devil she was getting into bed with. She lay upon her side, propped up a little upon her elbow - not wanting to look at his stiffened cock, not daring look the man in the eye, her gaze drifted aimlessly over his chest. "You want me to... to ride you, my lord?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 18:32:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His laugh was raspy but genuine as he reached to take the hand she wasn't propped on and guide it to his damp and hard shaft.&nbsp; "Yes sweet little rabbit," he chuckled, "You are going to climb atop me and impale yourself on this.&nbsp; Then as you straddle my hips you will move yourself up and down my length.&nbsp; You will fuck yourself on me until I fill your belly with my seed, and if you please me as you do this perhaps you will ride me until I allow you to have your own release."&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 18:36:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hand could not help but curl around his shaft, still wet with her own saliva, and her face burned, her head twisting as if trying to bury against her own shoulder. A part of her was wishing for some protest, or some distraction that could delay this - but she knew better that if she tried anything, it could likely anger the man. The last thing she wished was to be subject to his rage.<br><br>Instead of a protest, she asked hesitantly, "Does my lord wish to... to be ridden now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 19:01:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," he answered, "I wish to watch you ride upon my cock now.&nbsp; I shall enjoy seeing your body rising above me to sway and bounce as you please me."<br><br>His hand left her own curled about his shaft and moved to cup her chin, lifting her face to meet his eyes.<br><br>"In this task it is you who shall set the pace of your use," he said, "But I expect you to ride me most eagerly.&nbsp; You will fuck yourself upon me rabbit and you will do so as hard and fast as you can manage.&nbsp; You will impale yourself upon me just as vigorously as my Brom took his enjoyment of you earlier.&nbsp; I know you will not displease me."&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 19:11:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch of his hands was oddly tender - almost like a lover's gentle caresses, yet so soon after he threatened to find his pleasure by watching her suffocate around his cock. She could not find any words for him - Felicity wished to please him, it was true, but she could not say that she expected any gladness in it. It was simply needful that she do as she was told, and bring him his pleasure.<br><br>She nodded, softly. Then her chin slipped from his fingertips as she moved, rising with a little bit of a wince up onto her knees and swinging a leg over to be astride his lower body, as a man might be astride a horse.<br><br>Quickly she yanked her mind away from any lingering thoughts of horses.<br><br>Brom had not been slow nor gentle with her, and as that was what he wanted, she took only what time was necessary to line herself up over him, and then spread her legs wide, making herself slide down upon him as quickly as she could - and her eyes and mouth flew wide with a gasp of pain, as the hard head of him came unexpectedly up against a thin wall of tissue that should have been destroyed when Brom took her virginity in the fields, bursting anew as she seated herself on her lord.<br><br>The mad healing elf had mended all of Felicity's hurts - including the torn tissue of her maidenhead deep inside, now torn asunder once more and slicking her soft path with blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 19:48:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a cruel gleam in the Baron's eyes as he saw her expression and heard the gasp of surprise and pain.&nbsp; "Don't worry... she'll make you whole again," he said as his hands came to rest lightly upon her hips.&nbsp; Then his fingers began to drift around to cup her tortured buttocks and grip them tightly before lifting away and slapping that abused flesh sharply.<br><br>"I'm not going to need a crop and spurs to remind you to gallop like a good mare, am I?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 19:52:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pain had made her stop, and it was pain the made the once-again-deflowered young woman surge into motion, sinking just a little farther down upon the old man's cock before her thighs bunched, and with a whimper she lifted, feeling the drag of him against the rent tissue of her false virginity.<br><br>"No!" The word was cried out in a sob, and she gazed down at him through newly watering eyes, body lowering and then lifting again, trying to find a rhythm and movement that she could sustain to his satisfaction, while the ripple of that slap echoed achingly through her abused ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 20:06:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she began to move as he'd commanded his hands slipped down to her calves, curling about her lower legs and caressing them shifting muscles with his thumbs as he arched his back and wet his lips.<br><br>"No," he murmured in agreement, "You're much too well behaved to displease me aren't you?&nbsp; You're a good little rabbit who does as she's told aren't you?"<br><br>He groaned again and smiled at the sight of her tensed body moving and the way it set her breasts to sway and bounce.<br><br>"You're eager to have my seed inside you aren't you?&nbsp; Beg me me to fill you... Tell me how empty you are without my seed... Tell me how badly you want to please me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 21:46:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aye, m'lord," she murmured, her voice thick with tears from the strain of being his solitary entertainment, and she so new to life within the castle. Uncertain what to do with her hands now that she was impaled and moving, one curled around her middle just under her softly bobbling breasts, the other drifting down to rest on her own thigh for balance.<br><br>Fore and back, up and down her body rocked, moving faster; a gallop, he'd said, and though the muscles in her legs ached from it, she set a quick pace upon him, panting. "I am, my lord.... I'm... I'm empty without your seed, I want it in me, to please you and feel your pleasure inside of me, if it please your lord to spend in me...!" Her words were halting, and her cheeks burned between the swaying curtains of her dark hair as she forced out the things he demanded she say, humiliating and slatternly though it felt to say them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 21:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned softly but lay still beneath her as she worked herself upon him as he'd commanded.&nbsp; He could hear the hesitation and shame in her voice and smiled as she forced herself to obey anyway.<br><br>His hand moved, reaching up to draw her own hand down from her belly toward her sex.&nbsp; "Touch yourself," he said as he curled his hand about her own to leave only her forefinger extended.&nbsp; He guided her hand to her sex and held her finger against the nub at the crown of her sex, her own movements making her finger rub against it.&nbsp; "Play with yourself for me rabbit," he commanded as he let go of her hand, "I wish to feel your body clench and milk my cock."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 22:00:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath caught audibly as he guided her extended finger against that small, soft lump, and inadvertently she let out a little groan. Her hips continued to churn with a hard, needful speed born more of fear's urgency than that of lust, but that did not change the fact that her fingerpad rubbed hard and quick against those certain nerves that made her belly lurch a little, and the silken nub begin to harden. A flush rose to her cheeks, and her head twisted aside, as if trying to burrow against her own shoulder as she rode her lord's cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 22:27:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Faster," he growled as his breath started to come in pants, "Work your sex faster rabbit.&nbsp; I want to feel your cunt milking me to climax.&nbsp; Do not disappoint me girl..."<br><br>His hands moved suddenly then, cupping her abused ass once more and digging his fingers into the welted and hot flesh of those soft globes.<br><br>"You don't... have much... time left..." he hissed through clenched teeth as his hips rose to meet her thrusts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 17:44:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't want... to disappoint... you... m'lord..." she stammered out in little gasps as she rode upon his turgid cock, hard and fast and desperate in the rocking of her hips, the frantic rubbing of her finger upon the hardened nubbin between her swollen folds. Fear, urgency, pressure; she might not have managed it, given her inexperience with arousing her body to its height, but for the sudden and painful dig of his fingers into her ass. It electrified the nerves there, sending a hard throb through her as her hips bucked herd, and her fingers jolted to drive downward, grinding directly across the little lump she'd been rubbing and skirting around.<br><br>Like an injured rabbit, the girl screamed at the sudden uncoiling of lustful heat inside her body, her own rhythm stumbling as it shook her like a lapine in the jaws of a wolfhound, her body spasming and clenching at the man between her thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 17:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sudden cry and the spasming grip of her sex brought him to his own release.&nbsp; Throwing his head back the Baron of Desidera added his own voice to Felicity's as his hips bucked in the same erratic and needful rhythm that seized her own.&nbsp; Deep within the girl, his seed spilled forth to coat her insides hotly.<br><br>And then he fell back and a look of relaxed contentment softened his features.&nbsp; His hand came up weakly to stroke her hair and he smiled.&nbsp; "That's a good girl," he murmured.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 18:02:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The heat of pleasure swirled through her like something liquid, even as he jetted his own liquid heat up inside her, just as she had been made to beg for. His upward-lifting hand found her head bowing, hair swaying forward to obscure her face in shame, in confusion; she had not wanted that, had been made to take him. How had her body felt so... good, in the midst of it?<br><br>Now, though, the rush of heat was draining away, leaving her chilled and shivering a little in the cool air, still impaled and straddling him, enduring his petting. "Th-thank you... my lord..." she whispered, not knowing what else there was she could say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 18:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His other hand lifted as well and he pulled her forward, drawing her gently but irresistibly forward to lay atop him before reaching to lift the heavy blankets over them both.<br><br>"You have pleased me well," he said softly as he continued to pet her gently, "You are a good slave Felicity.&nbsp; Now rest and keep me warm till morning my pretty.&nbsp; Sleep now..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 18:23:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laying upon his body, still impaled, with the weight of the blankets settling against her back and trapping their warmth in with them... it wasn't exactly being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Yet as her head nestled upon the front of his shoulder, feeling his breathing making her own body rise and fall, and hearing the muted thud of his heart, she could not help but wish, as her eyes drifted wearily closed, that it was another man entirely that her nude form was pressed against.<br><br>She slept, and dreamed of Owen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 19:58:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was movement that intruded first into Felicity's dream.&nbsp; Her form being shifted as the baron rolled her onto her back and took his place atop her as the heavy covers swirled about them, letting chill drafts slip inside to cut at the banked warmth their sleeping bodies had made.<br><br>His hands clasped her breasts as his hips began to rock steadily, the night's rest having restored his stamina and caused his shaft to wake and engorge slowly within her.&nbsp; And so it was that he woke and took immediately to using his slave once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 20:05:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slumber was deep, the dreams pleasant... the waking less so. Felicity moaned softly at the movement that dislodge her, before waking came abruptly, thanks to the sudden sips of chill air on her skin, and the Baron's movement between her thighs. Buried within her all night, he'd kept her filled with his flesh, and his seed as well, and even if unwilling her body took him, that lingering thick fluid giving glide where her body would as yet have been unprepared to offer it.<br><br>"My... my lord?" she mumbled sleepily, half surprise and half query; her arms had drawn in against the sides of her breasts in the night, and now they fell beside her shoulders, her hair splaying upon his thick pillows as he used her anew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 20:24:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands gripped her, strong bony fingers clutching and cupping and kneading her breasts as his length moved within her smoothly.&nbsp; His hips bucked faster and hard as he panted, his sleep tossed hair in disarray as he shook his head from side to side and grunted his pleasure.<br><br>The sound of the door opening was soft, and the young maid who entered with a cart glanced over with only a hint of interest and a flicker of relief that the baron's attention seemed fully taken with the girl beneath him.&nbsp; Without a word, she set his breakfast upon the side table and then knelt to set a bowl of oatmeal and another of water at the foot of his chair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 20:34:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whereas the Baron paid no attention as the door swung open, Felicity's gaze went to it with a tiny gasp, staring for a long moment at the maid as the man worked in her body - and when he neither ceased nor covered them, her head twisted sharply the other way, hiding her face from the young woman in shame.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 03:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron arched his back as he pumped into her, his weight atop her as light as his gaunt frame suggested as he gripped her breasts and pawed at them while his hips worked.&nbsp; There was nothing said save the gasp and grunt of his exertion and at last the pleased moans as her insides were once again flooded with his spend.<br><br>The maid had finished her task and drew back toward the door to stand beside it with her cart, her gaze lowered for the most part and a faintly relieved look as she listened to the Baron's satisfied cry.<br><br>The baron leaned forward, leaning heavily against Felicity and smiling as he tossed his head to throw a lock of wayward hair away from his face.<br><br>"Good morning my little rabbit," he chuckled breathlessly, "I trust you slept well?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 17:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity found an odd, detatched relief in the back of her mind as the Baron worked upon her, pawing her breasts and pumping in her; there was no inordinate humiliation, no unnecessary pain, except where her back and rump throbbed painfully at the friction with the mattress as he moved her body with his thrusts.<br><br>It was a fucking, pure and simple, and two days before she would never have expected to be glad of such a thing - moreso, once he finished, and the serving maid left in silence.<br><br>Slowly, hesitant to anger him, but hoping the glow and warmth of climax had made the man amiable, she reached up to catch that wayward lock between her fingertips and tuck it behind his ear. "I have never had the pleasure of so fine a bed as yours, my lord," she answered honestly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 01:27:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron chuckled softly and turned his head to catch and kiss her palm as she spoke.&nbsp; "I have no doubt of that," he said as he slowly rose from pinning her and slipped out of the bed to stretch and yawn before grabbing a robe and slipping it over his gaunt figure and taking the lone seat at the table and gesturing to the bowls at his feet.<br><br>"Don't lounge about there all morning rabbit.&nbsp; You'll be wanting later if you don't eat your breakfast."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 02:40:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The soft kiss surprised her, an unexpected tenderness from a man who'd already brought her to expect wanton brutality from him, and thoughtlessly her hand curled around that fading spot of warmth as he rose from the bed. Naked, she sat up slowly, back, rump, and thighs aching from the previous night's beating; her hair was mussed, in the way of a woman who has been well-fucked. All that was lacking was a satisfied smile.<br><br>Scooting toward the edge of the bed, she swung her legs off, and stopped to ask, "My lord... do you wish me to crawl again?" She was quick enough to realize, at least, that he meant her to eat from the bowls on the floor, and hesitated to make assumptions as to what he wished of her. Not after making an assumption about the cane last night, and being proven painfully wrong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 03:06:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up and there was a soft chuckle as he nodded.&nbsp; "Of course," he answered, "I'd have taken a strap to the soles of your feet until you could do naught else if you'd dared to walk over here."<br><br>Then he smiled and lifted a piece of ham to bite into as he watched her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 03:17:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His certainty, not just that he would have done her such a violence, but that it was completely natural for him to have the right to do it, gave Felicity a chill that shook her form before she slid from the bed, lowering to her hands and knees and crawling bit by bit across the plush carpet, until she was on all fours on the floor beside him, looking down at the food in the bowls, trying to let go of what little lingering pride remained, so that she could bend down and eat from it like an animal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 04:05:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand dipped to stroke her hair, petting the wayward mass of it softly and combing it out with his fingers as he nibbled contentedly with his other hand at his own meal.<br><br>"The water is drawn from a deep wellspring in the mountain's heart," he commented casually, "I dare say it is crisper and cooler than any you've tasted before." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 17:30:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch of his hand on her hair made her flinch minutely as she ate, chewing and swallowing with less problem than she might have expected; the events of the preceding evening had left her hungry.<br><br>At his mention of it, she turned her attention to the bowl of water, and taking his comment upon it as quiet instruction she shifted her weight to lean over the bowl, lowering her mouth to the surface and taking a long sip from it as if she were drinking from a pool in the wild. It was crisp and cool, almost to the point of chilling her lips and tongue, and she nodded, glancing up at him. "It is, my lord," she murmured.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 16:22:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron smiled and continued to pet her as he ate, apparently content for the moment.&nbsp; And as they ate, he offered her her a small tidbit of his own much grander fare, a scrap of buttery fresh bread or a bite of bacon for her to take from his fingers.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 16:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On hands and knees on the floor, Felicity had the time as she ate to take stock of all the aches and pains that had gathered in her body - and considering the damage that Brom and his pet mad elf had done to her, it was not so bad as she'd feared. Mostly, simply her back, ass, and thighs throbbed, slightly stiff with aching from the beating the Baron had laid into her the night before, and there was the throbbing heat between her thighs from being fucked and filled before breakfast - a filling that now, as she ate, was making a slowly oozing trail down her inner thigh, and she tried to ignore it, not wanting to complain.<br><br>Still, she could feel it shift course forward and back each time she stretched up to take a tidbit gingerly from his fingers, trying to keep from scraping him with her teeth. Trying, in fact, to not even touch him with her soft lips, if she could quite avoid it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 03:41:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron ate unhurriedly, enjoying his meal and petting her hair rather as he would a pet's between feeding her bites of his rich breakfast.<br><br>Then he sat back and reached to cup her chin and lift her face up as he smiled down at her.&nbsp; His fingers were hard upon her, gripping with that same uncanny strength as he eyed her.&nbsp; For a long moment he simply gazed into her eyes before a soft cough interjected.<br><br>A woman stood in the door, her gown gauzy and thin enough that it blurred but did not truly hide her body's curves.&nbsp; Her hair was white like new fallen snow and fell in a long braid down her back but her face was no more than a few years older than Felicity's own.&nbsp; A long and jagged scar ran along the left side of her face, marring doll-like perfection as it snaked from her forehead down beneath a soft patch of deep burgundy velvet and then down to her cheek and the edge of her mouth, lifting the corner of her lip in a permanent grin.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good Morning Your Excellency," she said as she curtsied low, "Forgive my intrusion, but you asked me to remind you..."<br><br>Something dark and alien receded from the Baron's gaze and he let go of Felicity.&nbsp; "Yes," he interrupted, "I recall."&nbsp; He reached to trace a line down Felicity's face, mimicking the path of the new arrival's scar before gesturing to the cart the maid had left behind next to the door.&nbsp; "Clear these dishes and take them to the kitchen.&nbsp; The cook will have use for you before tonight's feasting."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 21:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he grasped her chin, Felicity hazed up at him, searching his eyes and expression desperately for any sign of what was to come; the air was thick with the tension of waiting, the girl having no idea what passed through the mind behind his eyes. But that potential was deflated as another woman entered, her words seeming to push something dark and unknown back away from the Baron's gaze.<br><br>Her own eyes flicked toward the newcomer, before going still, one eye sliding closed as his thin, bony finger traced a mimicry of the swerving scar down over her own face. Was there even an eye behind that rich patch of velvet? What cruelty had been done to her, to leave so raw and horrible a mark upon a visage of otherwise undeniable cold beauty?<br><br>And finally, thankfully, she was dismissed from his chamber. Relief flooding her stomach, she bent hear head, murmuring, "Thank you, my lord" before rising, picking up her own bowls and then his own, to carry to the cart the maid had brought in. She lingered just a moment, thinking longingly of her clothing - but the sight of that scar was fresh in her mind, and her back still burned with the network of welts.<br><br>Felicity wheeled the cart out the broad doors of his room without looking back, turning aside at random down the hallway... and walking slow, glancing around as she walked by doors to see if there were any obvious servants that she could ask to direct her to the kitchens.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 22:18:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before long she found a maid wearing just an apron scrubbing at a dark splatter upon the wall.&nbsp; The girl's back was a network of faint lines, scars forming the same design burned into Felicity's shoulder across her back.&nbsp; The girl glanced over from her work, eyes dull and hollow as she nodded and explained the way to the kitchen before resuming her task.<br><br>As she arrived in the kitchen, a tall and burly man with a heavy mustache quickly approached.&nbsp; "I can tell from the lost and confused look that you must be Brom's newest victim," he said with a nod, "Take that over and help the other scullery finish up for now."&nbsp; He gestured to a sink and the girl working there, a thin and ragged skirt about her waist but nothing to cover her torso as she bent over the sinks.&nbsp; She was only slightly older than Felicity and when she glanced over her eyes widened slightly in recognition.&nbsp; Only six months or so before Felicity had watched her march through town behind the Baronette's horse.&nbsp; There had been a defiant cast to her face beneath the grime that she she'd not recognized then, a look that was utterly lacking now as the girl shifted to the side to make room for her at the sinks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 20:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a nervously bobbed curtsey to the man, cheeks beet red and trying not to quite meet his eye - for, though various states of undress seemed to be the norm in the castle, it was not something that she was yet used to, by far - Felicity gathered up the few dishes from breakfast and moved to join the other girl at the sinks.<br><br>In silence for several long moments she worked, setting down the dishes and wetting them, working to start scrubbing them clean before murmuring, "I remember you...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 23:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The other girl nodded and looked up from her own washing.&nbsp; "Yes..." she said softly, "I remember you as well..." <br><br>Then she set the pot she'd finished washing aside and lifted a clean rag from a pile and offered it to the other girl.&nbsp; "You can... wash up first," she said softly as she nodded to a small basin sitting over in the corner, "The cook won't mind as long as you don't linger..."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 19:48:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was the first bit of true kindness she'd seen since the Baronet's appearance in the fields the day before, and her tightly drawn composure cracked a little with a ghost of a smile, and tears springing anew in her eyes. "Oh... gods bless you," she whispered, taking the rag with trembling hands and going to the bucket in the corner. With every step, she could feel the Baron's work - her back stung, and his spend was thick and sticky now between her thighs.<br><br>There she washed first, dipping the clean rag into the water bucket and soaking it, before drawing it a long swip ebetween her legs, wishing there were a way she could as easily rid herself of the memory of his thin body there, or the maddened elf-woman's hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 19:23:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cook looked over but said nothing as he moved about the large room, quietly but firmly directing the slaves that labored there, mostly women like Felicity but there were a few young men clearly in the same position of service.<br><br>And as the cook moved back over he nodded to the sack beside the basin.&nbsp; "Put the rag in there when you're done," he said and grabbed an apron from several hanging on hook to set on the table beside the basin, "You can wear this while you're working.&nbsp; And you can relax, I don't allow any foolishness or playing in my kitchen."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 22:31:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Instinctively already, Felicity cringed away from the cook a little at his approach... and then slowly smiled in relief at his revelation that the kitchen was actually relatively safe, compared to the rest of the castle.<br><br>"Thank you," she murmured, dropping the rag into the sack and trying not to notice how many others were in there, nor the stains upon them, before pulling on the apron and tying it around her waist. It was a peculiar sensation, to be completely covered in the front and yet still feel the air and her own hair on her aching back as she moved, going back to the sink to join the other girl... Mirena? Mulena? She couldn't quite recall, she was ashamed to realize.<br><br>It had become ingrained habit, when someone was taken to the Castle, to begin forgetting them as soon as possible and thank the gods for one's own continued freedom. Only now did she regret such callousness. How long would it take for her own family and friends to forget her?<br><br>"I'm Felicity," she whispered as she picked up the dishes she'd brought down, plunging the whole stack into the dishwater and picking up the first one to begin scrubbing. At least, she reflected, Owen would not forget her, and her hear swelled and twisted with yearning, remembering his intensity in the square.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 17:14:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The other girl nodded as she finished with a pot and set it aside to finish drying.<br><br>"I'm Morena," the other answered as she reached up to push a stray strand of raven dark hair back behind her ear.&nbsp; There were circles under her eyes that made the almost black orbs seem even darker.&nbsp; As she leaned forward and pulled another dish from the sink, a soft clink drew attention to a chain hanging down...&nbsp; at first it seemed an over long necklace but there was nothing about Morena's slender neck.&nbsp; The ends were attached the girl's breasts, the final link on each side encircling her nipple and held in place by a long pin run through each swollen nub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 16:39:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity nodded, and started to turn her attention just to the dishes she had to wash - until she heard the clink, and her eyes cast aside, and then down. What they saw made them widen, and the dish in her hands slid from her fingers back into the water with a splash and a muted thunk as it hit the bottom of the basin. "Oh gods!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 19:42:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was telling perhaps that the first reaction of the other girl was confusion.&nbsp; Only after she glanced down did the source of Felicity's exclamation sink into her.&nbsp; One damp hand moved to brush along the chain lightly.<br><br>"The twins decided to decorate me," she answered quietly, "It's not the worst I've endured... You'll get used to such things eventually Felicity.&nbsp; Either that or you'll go mad.&nbsp; Now mind your chores..."&nbsp; She glanced over at the cook and then back to Felicity.&nbsp; "He's as good a man as you'll find here, he won't lay a hand on you but he expects hard workers.&nbsp; If you don't then he's got no place for you in here... and there is no other safe duty within the castle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 18:08:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The twins... the younger brothers to the Baronet that had stolen her from the fields. Even the casual mention of them made her shudder - stories of them had leaked out of the castle as well, cautionary whispers about how they were so alike not only in looks but in inclination that they spoke as if they shared a mind, and played together in concert upon their chosen toys.<br><br>"So the kitchen is safe," she whispered, and added this knowledge to the twinge of hope that lingered from the unfortunate meeting with Owen, and the corner of her mouth twitched in the ghost of a smile. "Thank you. I hope I won't have to get used to any such thing..." she muttered, continuing in cleaning the Baron's dishes, and then the dog dishes that had been her own, her jaw tightening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 18:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morena parted her lips, as if to speak but then let her thought remain unspoken.&nbsp; She worked at her own dishes and once Felicity had finished the ones she'd brought she shared a few more.&nbsp; <br><br>"Your hands are pretty steady for your first day," the cook remarked as he stepped over to survey the women's progress, "Can I trust you to chop vegetables girl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 16:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Steady though Felicity seemed, the cook's voice from nearby startled a little yelp from her, and it was lucky that she was already sliding the dish into the water when it slipped from her fingers. Fishing it out and swallowing, she nodded and turned to face the cook, preferring to show her apron-covered front than her still-naked and abused back and rear.<br><br>"Chop vegetables? Yes... I can do that." It was oddly a relief - not a chore she had cherished at home, she now welcomed the offer of food preparation as a bit of normalcy in this mad castle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 03:36:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tilted his head and nodded.&nbsp; "You look to be a clever enough girl to understand that there's naught you can do with a sharp knife that will see you free of this place," he added, "Just remember that death is a privilege around here and I've no time for any foolishness.&nbsp; Now when you and Morena finish up there you can get started."<br><br>He gestured over to a table with a block of knives and a pile of potatoes and vegetables waiting to be peeled and chopped up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 19:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her gaze followed his gesture, taking in the waiting knives and vegetables, and she nodded quietly. "Thank you."<br><br>It did not take long for her to finish the few dishes she'd brought with her, and without a word she reached over to take some of the ones that Morena had waiting to be washed, working through them in silence. It was not a comfortable silence; she didn't really know the other woman, but the questions that burdened her were ones too forward to ask.<br><br>Finally she was able to turn away from the sink, drying her hands on the apron that was the only thing she'd been given to wear. Step by stiff step to the table she went, sliding a knife from the block with a quietly metallic ring. <em>Death is a privilege...</em> Such a strange thing for him to say, yet she gazed for a long moment at her own reflection in the side of the blade, contemplating.<br><br>Then she grabbed a potato, and began to chop. Owen's words still resonated in her heart; he would try, and she owed it to him to still be alive when he succeeded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 00:58:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kitchen was full of noise.&nbsp; The crackle of fires, the clatter and bustle of work, but it was not only the wash sink that held an uncomfortable silence.&nbsp; Even the cook as he moved about directing and overseeing the preparations spoke in more subdued tone than one might expect.<br><br>And so the morning gave way to afternoon in awkward silence and haunted glances.&nbsp; The cook nodded each time his circuit of the kitchen brought him near Felicity, observing her progress until she was done.<br><br>The rest of her afternoon was spent fetching buckets of water until the evening loomed near and the sound of laughter and music started to filter in from the large doors that connected the kitchen to the hall.<br><br>The cook stopped Felicity and pointed over to where a couple of the other girls were slipping free of the few clothes they had and making efforts to tame their hair and look presentable.<br><br>"You'll be pouring ale," he said as he gave her a slightly push over to join them, "Out of that apron and straighten your hair.&nbsp; Just smile and make sure not to let a cup run dry or spill any and you'll be fine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 20:19:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity was no stranger to labor, after her work on the farm, and she welcomed the chance to fetch and carry, to chop and prepare; there was a sweet homey mindlessness to such tasks that let her mostly forget her strange new situation.<br><br>Until something like this happened; being told to strip nude to serve at table.<br><br>"Thank you," she muttered, and peeled off the apron, wincing a little at the way such stretching pulled and tugged at the damaged skin of her whipped back. She not been able to forget her injuries at all; every time she moved, or took a step, they came burningly alive.<br><br>Joining the other girls, she followed their example of trying to smooth down her hair, combing through it with her fingers. There was a weird undercurrent of commingled excitement and fear among them that she could not quite understand; how were they not humiliated by the prospect of being made to parade naked through a dinner?<br><br>Then their jugs were brought to them, heavy and deep and full o ale that sloshed threateningly up into the necks of the cold metal pitches, as in a little line they walked out of the kitchen and down a little hall that led into the Great Hall of Ravenroost.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 17:26:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The doors to the Great Hall opened and the noise crashed over the line of serving girls like a wave.&nbsp; Laughter and conversation from the assembled notables assaulted their ears as they walked into the cavernous chamber.<br><br>The tables sat in a horseshoe arrangement, with the Baron himself seated at the high table and the two wings extending out with guests seated in order of import by proximity to the lord of Desidera.&nbsp; Of course, the Baron and his family's cups were to be filled first, and so the small line of naked girls had to walk past the assembled guests before beginning their task.&nbsp; Felicity received a few glances from the select townsfolk who ranked high enough to join in a feast at Ravenroost, some looked away quickly and some simply let their gazes drift over her with flickers of hunger and lust.<br><br>But those eyes were pale shadows of the gazes the Baron's knights gave her as she walked past them, and one went so far as lick his lips slowly as his eyes roamed her.&nbsp; Then she was at the High Table.&nbsp; The Baron sat hunched slightly forward like a perched carrion bird.&nbsp; At his right was Brom, looming and powerful.&nbsp; The big man grinned as he watched Felicity approach and stroked his chin.&nbsp; Beside Brom was the Baron's rarely seen half-elven daughter Niaobe and to her right sat the twins Brynn and Bryan, dressed in matched doublets and hose and also looking over the newest arrival, whispering softly back and forth as their gazes darted over her apprasingly.&nbsp; To the Baron's left sat an unfamiliar older man in rich scarlet brocade and a woman of similar age in a matching dress of silk trimmed in furs and set with rubies.&nbsp; Both watched silently as their cups were filled by the trio of naked girls.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 18:38:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smile that Felicity had forced onto her lips before they emerged into the Great Hall was frozen there as she made herself keep moving, following the other two in spite of the weight of so many stares. Trying not to look at the knights who gazed with unabashed hunger upon her body and that of the other girls, she moved to the head table; as her companions split off to either side, she found herself pouring into the Baron's cup, her hand clenching the handle of her pitcher in an effort to keep it from shaking.<br><br>She did not dare look at him, only bobbed a faint curtsey before moving past the unknown woman, whose cup was filled, to pour into the older man's cup. The whisper of the twins reached her ears, and what barest little bit she deciphered of it made them burn as she moved to pour for Naiobe as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 05:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naiobe spares no hungry glance toward Felicity, sitting quietly at the table with her hands folded properly in her lap. She almost seems not to belong there, in the chaos and the decadence, an oasis of seemingly demure femininity between Brom's leering and the twins' whispering. She can catch a word or two of what Brynn says to Bryan, but she can't hear Bryan's response. Probably just as well.<br><br>When Felicity reaches her cup, Naiobe raises her glance just enough to spy the naked flesh by her shoulder. She smiles a chilly smile, full of malice and mischief but without mirth. "Stop," she commands softly, once Felicity has filled her cup roughly half way. "I don't want much more, so pour slowly." She leans forward to peer into her cup, forcing Felicity to be much more careful with the heavy jug. "Slower. Slower. <em>Slower</em>." And god help Felicity if her hand starts to shake ...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 16:53:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Perhaps it was planned, that the jugs WERE much larger than they needed to be, and crafted of something heavier than necessary; it seemed to grow heavier, even though she was pouring wine out of it, and Felicity's arms were starting to ache with the tension of her careful pouring by the time the pretty, cold-featured young woman stopped her mid-pour.<br><br>Trying to keep smiling, though it grew increasingly strained, Felicity aimed the mouth of the jug carefully, hoisting the butt end to coax a thin stream of wine out into the goblet. She kept it low, desperate to keep from splashing - and then she felt the metal just slide in her nervously sweating palms. The upper lip bumped against the goblet, and there was no way to reach out and stop it from tilting with mocking slowness, and tumbling onto its side with a clatter, wine streaming across the table and onto the floor while she stepped back, jerking the jug upright and hugging it close against herself in shame and fear.<br><br>"My.... my lady, I am sorry.... I'll fetch a cloth!" she stammered, and turned, ready to dash for the kitchen, knowing there were rags there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 19:13:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naiobe's eyes flickered from the girl's face to the vessel as it started to tilt. She could see that the goblet was about to fall over, and while she could have caught it ... that would be missing the point of this exercise.<br><br>As soon as it fell, Naiobe smiled up at the girl. On her feet in an instant, she swept her dress aside to avoid having the dark fluid splash on it; it's not exactly in the master plan for the simple tease of a simple toy to actually <em>ruin</em> any of her attire, after all. "No," she ordered Felicity, before the girl could get more than a step or two. "Come here and lap it up, starting with the table."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 22:50:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elegant composure of the young woman at the table was a beautiful thing, and yet Felicity was in no place to appreciate it, with her naked form on display and chilled with fear. "Yes, m'lady," she murmured, hearing the quaver in her own voice, and turned away to set down the wine jug with trembling hands.<br><br>Moving to the table's edge, she insinuated herself carefully close, trying not to touch anyone or anything; these people seemed so gleefully prepared to fill with wrath at any possible slight, and she hoped that this humiliation, so similar to what the Baron had done to her at breakfast, was the worst that she might suffer.<br><br>One hand lifted to catch her unbound hair, holding it back from the spreading puddle as she lowered her face to the table and began to lap up the spilled wine like an eager cat, hoping that at least some semblance of enthusiasm for the task my spare her further reprimand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 15:55:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom chuckled deeply as he watched, sipping from his goblet and letting his eyes move slowly over Felicity, then lifting to seek over the knights and men at arms to find one face among them that was not laughing and leering at the display Niaobe was making of the new girl.<br><br>The twins just shifted to watch, commenting softly.&nbsp; "Poor thing..."&nbsp; "But that is a finer wine than anything her peasant tongue has lapped up before..."&nbsp; "Indeed, see how eager she is for the taste of it now..."&nbsp; "Perhaps we should be careful she doesn't make a habit of spills..."<br><br>Down the side table, a low growl came from the one man not watching with hunger and amusement.&nbsp; Owen had expected his suddenly invitation to join the feasting was just to bear witness to the misuse of his love, and he fixed Brom's eyes across the space between them with a hard and hateful glare, trying not to watch Felicity's punishment and not to see the proof of the baron's abuse of her backside the night before still so darkly visible upon her pale skin.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 17:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could hear the unsettling commentary of the twins, and it worked with the alcohol that she was lapping up to create a flush in the poor girl's cheeks as she bent over the table, licking and lapping at the wood until she had cleaned it of the wine, leaving it gleaming from her tongue as if it had been polished. Luckily, this table seemed to have had much use by the Baron's family, and was worn smooth, no splinters to catch in her mouth before she straightened and sipped an anxious curtsy to Naiobe. The dogs tussled and growled under one of the far tables, and yet there was another growl that sounded inexplicably human, drawing her eyes with its familiarity - and her gaze fell upon Owen.<br><br>Quickly she dragged her attention back to the lady before her, her hands which would normally have been curling nervously into her skirts instead pressing against the front sides of her naked thighs. "If it please you, m'lady, I might better cleanse your table with a bit of cloth," she offered in a hushed, frightened tone, standing beside the dripped little pool that had nearly spoiled the woman's dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 08:11:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naiobe raises one eyebrow, reaching out and taking a lock of Felicity's hair in her hand. She twines the lock in her hand slowly, wrapping it around her fingers until Felicity has no choice but to gaze upon the youthful face of the Baron's half-breed daughter. "It most certainly does <em>not</em> please me," Naiobe murmurs to the girl, as softly as she might to a comrade or a lover. "Finish cleaning up all of it, then take your pitcher and go. Don't even think of addressing me again unless you want to find yourself mounted by dogs tonight instead of men." <br><br>Whether she can follow through on such threats or not does not matter. What matters is that she can make Felicity believe it. Releasing her hair, Naiobe dismisses Felicity in manner as well as in words, turning her attention to her brother to her side. "Brom. My woman tells me that one of your stable was injured earlier. Have you found out what happened?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 19:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What was it in the blood of this family that made them so captivatingly terrifying? Felicity was given no choice but to gaze upon the Baron's daughter, and half-breed or no, there was a near ethereal beauty to her, made all the more stark by the threats she sowed.<br><br>Her lips began to move, to form an assent, but she realized even that might be enough to let the lady make good on that last promise, and she simply nodded, flooded by relief as the woman turned away, ignoring her. Her scalp ached a little bit where the woman had gripped her hair... but not nearly so much as did her heart when, as she turned and began to sink to her knees beside the puddle upon the floor, she caught sight of the source of a very human growl.<br><br>"....Owen..." she more mouthed than said his name, staring at him. She was at once heartened by his obvious anger, and frightened; he could get himself killed, acting that way here. It was by little more than Brom's whim that his life had been spared already.<br><br>So with hot tears pricking forth in her eyes, cresting to spill into the wine that she lowered herself on hands and knees to lap up, she let her gaze fall from her beloved, cheeks burning as she refused to look at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 22:55:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom was watching Owen as Niaobe drew Felicity close to threaten her and he watched as the young man's knuckles turned white from his grip on the table's edge.&nbsp; And as the girl lowered herself to lap up the wine from the floor he was sure the boy's teeth would crack from how hard he clenched his jaw.<br><br>He only half turned to Niaobe, still keeping his attention mainly on Owen.&nbsp; "What's this?&nbsp; I haven't been informed of an injury.&nbsp; I shall have to have words with someone later."&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing down, he eased his boot forward to brush the toe of it along Felicity's inner thigh and up until he was rubbing her sex slowly.&nbsp; His gaze drifted back up to Owen and he smiled as he continued to nuzzle Felicity with the toe of his boot.<br><br>And his smile widened when Owen rose suddenly and slammed his fists down on the table hard enough to rattle dishes and topple a few of the cups, spilling more wine.<br><br>Brom's cruel smile widened as he continued to tease Felicity while the twins continued to comment quietly.&nbsp; "Oh dear..."&nbsp; "Looks like someone's lost his temper..."&nbsp; "And spilled even more wine..."&nbsp; "Tsk..."&nbsp; "Tsk..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 22:24:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When first she felt the cool touch of leather upon her inner thigh, she mistook it for the nose of a dog with Naiobe's threat still ringing in her mind. She inhaled a sharp yelp, and inhaled some of the wine with it, coughing a moment before bending again to her task.<br><br>Her elbows quivered, feeling the boot-tip slide ever upward, until it was nuzzling her sex, stroking upon it in full view of anyone who cared to look - and Owen was looking, and clearly hating what he saw. The jarring thump upon the table, against her better judgment, made her head snap around to look at him in pleading fear, and she tried to catch his eye, to shake her head at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 22:06:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes. Some rumor about a new stablehand mis-grooming one of the horses and causing it to rear. I gather the horse hit its foreleg on the wall and will be out of commission for a couple of weeks. If it were my horse, I would beat the new hand until he could not stand on his own two feet... at least until my horse could stand on her four feet."<br><br>Naiobe is aware of the tension from the man at the other table, and she pauses long enough to follow Brom's gaze over there. She hears the muffled yelp and soft cough from under the table, and all she can do is assume that Brom did something the girl didn't like. Better her than Naiobe. <br><br>When the man stands and moves to storm off, Naiobe murmurs to Brom, "Shall I stop him?" She offers her brother a raised eyebrow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 01:15:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom chuckled.&nbsp; "Perhaps I should just let the mare have him..."&nbsp; Then he sipped his wine and watched as the others watched Owen's display.&nbsp; Leaning over he spoke softly into his sister's ear alone, "The suitor of my new little toy here.&nbsp; I wonder if you would care to join in the sport.&nbsp; As you can see, they are in love.&nbsp; And of all the things that can be broken, would you not agree that hearts are a rare and special treat?"<br><br>And as he spoke to Naiobe, his boot continued to tease Felicity's sex.&nbsp; The tip pushing to worm between her folds and nuzzling along the tender pink flesh of her most intimate of places slowly but firmly.&nbsp; Owen wavered a moment, standing with fists clenched and his jaw set.&nbsp; His eyes caught Felicity's and the fury and pain warred there as he stood, torn and uncertain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 06:57:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When her brother leans over to whisper in her ear, Naiobe cants her head enough that the delicate pink shell of her ear comes only a hair's breadth from his lips. The calculated show of affection is only the ghost of a nuzzle, the nascent bud of familiarity that never quite flowers... though anyone watching the two of them wouldn't know it.<br><br>When her eyes finally fix on Owen, he's most of the way out of the hall, and probably not even aware of the pale eyes that appraise his backside. Naiobe touches her fingertips to her mouth, stroking her lower lip thoughtfully. "While I'm flattered that you would share your sweet torment with me," she whispers, hiding her wicked grin against his neck, "I think perhaps you would only offer it because the triangle you've engineered will be improved by a woman's touch." She pulls back long enough to smile at her brother, then murmurs, "Do you know the red whip of yours that I was admiring last week? Give it to me, and I promise you that there will be no end to his guilt by the time I finish with him."<br><br>Risky of her? Possibly. Greedy? Definitely. Worth the new trinket? Totally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 06:18:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's eyes widened slightly at the boldness of his sister's reply.&nbsp; She was right, his invitation to join into his game was due to that fact that he needed not simply a woman, but a woman both seductive and wicked enough to worm into the heart of Felicity's lover.&nbsp; He'd expected her own love of cruelty to sway her or for her to deny him out of spite and her contrary nature.&nbsp; What he did not expect was for her to counter with a price.&nbsp; <br><br>As he remained briefly stunned, Owen exited the hall hands clenched hand enough that his nails dug half moons into the heels of his hands and his vision blurry from swelling tears.&nbsp; Rage and pain swirled inside him and he did not risk a look back as he vanished.&nbsp; He couldn't see her naked and kneeling like that and be sure of holding back the hand that itched for his sword.&nbsp; But neither could he leave this accursed place.&nbsp; Not alone.&nbsp; Not with her left to suffer at the cruel hands and insane whims of the Baron's brood.&nbsp; <br><br>Back in the hall, Brom finished blinking away his surprise and smiled at Naiobe.&nbsp; "You are most certainly my sister," he chuckled, "How about a wager?&nbsp; Make him betray his love and break her heart and the whip is yours.&nbsp; But if he resists your charms and stays true to her, you'll dance under it's kiss for me."&nbsp; He curled his lips into a smile, after all it was a wager he wouldn't lose either way.&nbsp; <br><br>As he waited for her answer, he turned his gaze back to Felicity as she lapped at the puddle of wine.&nbsp; "You know sister dear," he said loudly enough for the hapless woman to hear, "I think I rather like your suggestion for entertainment.&nbsp; Go on now girl, show us you can play the bitch as well as you played mare for my stallion."&nbsp; His boot moved to rest against her and push her out toward the center of the space and he gave a nod to a shadowy figure who lifted a whistle that hung by a cord about his neck and blew an unheard note upon it as most of the assembly cheered loudly while a few blinked curiously.&nbsp; And from all sides, the hounds rose and began to emerge and circle the pretty woman slowly.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 20:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enwrapt in the humiliation of her taste, she could just see out of the corner of her eye as Owen stalked from the hall, and while she yearned to cry out to him it was rather a relief - even moreso after Brom and the lady ceased their low whispering and his boot shifted from torturing her unwilling sex to shoving her bodily out toward the middle of the room. Her hand skittered across the damp stone, and then she crawled, wondering what he meant.<br><br>The answer came quickly apparent as the space around her was soon filled by a slow circle of hounds, and her head lifted to watch them with dawning, horrified realization. First the horse, then being made to act like a pet for the Baron, and now this. She let out a low moan of protest that was likely to be lost beneath the cheering, and she looked back over her shoulder at the Baronet, prepared to plead for leniency.<br><br>Until, that is, she saw the expression upon his face, and of the woman beside him, and she recalled her conversation with the girl in the kitchen. Mercy was something not even to be hoped for. So her head dropped again, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to screw up her courage against the revulsion in her stomach.<br><br>Then one hand lifted from the stone, lifting hesitantly toward one of the nearest, less hungry-looking of the sleek animals. "Good dog...." she quavered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 06:17:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naiobe watches the look of surprise hang on Brom's face for those several enjoyable seconds before she grins at his counteroffer. "Brom, do you ever make a wager you can lose?" She eyes him for a moment, a tiny hint of wariness in her eyes. Even Brom's sister doesn't deal with him lightly. <br><br>It's only a moment, before the smile is back on her face, though, and she settles back in her seat. "I think the first person I'll use it on is my dryad." She sips from her cup, choosing not to excuse herself from the meal right away. It would be too obvious, and it would also be rude of her. Instead, she watches the dogs circle Felicity, and stays long enough that most of the hall would be distracted by the woman's show. Only then does she leave her chair, going off to engineer a meeting with the erstwhile Owen...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 00:05:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her soft words spark new calls of encouragement from the crowd and the other serving girls deftly move around the shrinking circle of hounds without sparing so much as a glance for Felicity.&nbsp; <br><br>The hound moves to press its muzzle into her hand and take her scent.&nbsp; These are hunting animals, large and powerful.&nbsp; The whispered tales of the Baron holding hunts for "foxes" that ran on two legs return unbidden to her memory, and it's not hard to imagine those powerful jaws bringing down a man... or a frightened woman.<br><br>But the hound's manner is friendly and eager, nuzzling her hand and licking it.&nbsp; The others draw close, their fur brushing her skin and their sniffing noses loud in her ears as they press nearer to her.<br><br><hr><br>Owen's steps are quick and his hands remain clinched in fists.&nbsp; He'd glimpsed the Percivan's depravity since arriving here.&nbsp; That's the worst part, the shame that churns in his gut as he finds the courtyard and starts to cross to the stables.&nbsp; He hadn't indulged like the others, but he'd heard them talking... seen things... <br><br>He stops dead as the woman that tends to Brom's horses emerges from the stable, walking stiffly and glistening with spend towards the trough to kneel slowly and scoo handfuls of water to drink and splash across herself.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew from the moment he set foot in this place what was going on and he turned a blind eye to it right up until it claimed the woman he loved.&nbsp; He watched the madwoman bathing and drinking and shook his head.&nbsp; To leave would mean leaving the woman he loved to be slowly tortured into a broken little doll like the others.&nbsp; But remaining to watch it would surely drive him mad... if he could reign in his temper and keep from throwing himself at the baronet in pointless and suicidal rage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 17:29:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The soft press of damp, cool nose into her palm was a relief to feel instead of the clamp of those sharp teeth, visible even without the animal trying to menace her. Slipping forward, bare knees scraping upon the stone floor, Felicity skimmed her hand up the hound's great head, trying to ignore those watching as best she could, and the dogs that circled and occasionally snuffled at her skin.<br><br>Cooing wordless soothing noises, as if this great hound were a skittish animal upon her family's farm, she petted and stroked its weighty skull, even slipping her fingertips beneath the fold of its ear to scritch softly. The nuzzles and licks along her hand and arm made her actually giggle in selfconscious nervousness, and for a moment it could have been a simple, lovely idyll - the pretty young woman befriending the beast.<br><br>But the Baronet had not told her to befriend the creature. He'd demanded something more, and though it made her stomach coil over on itself to do so she shifted closer to the animal, one hand still scritching and stroking its head and jowls, while another began to creep and stroke along its back and side - and then she bent forward, her hand sliding under to stroke along its belly, seeking out the soft, furred sheath wherein lay that part of the animal she least wanted to touch and yet was bound to do so, or likely suffer far worse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 03:01:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hound continued to nuzzle and lick at her as she eased closer, following her arm to her shoulder.&nbsp; Without intent but drawn by the nearness of her and the angle as she leaned close to seek it's sheathed penis it found her breast, nosing that soft swell and lapping at it as it had the rest of her.&nbsp; And as her fingers settled upon their goal the hound yelped and shifted excitedly.<br><br>The other hounds began to stir and nuzzle closer, smelling the subtle shift in scent and snuffling more intently to seek the bitch that had caused their companion's arousal. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 04:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naiobe watches Owen as he hesitates by the stables. <em>What are you thinking?</em> she wonders to herself, pulling a warm cloak over her shoulders and fastening it. It always seems very cold in their mountain home, even during the height of summer, and she pulls the thick fabric close around her slender frame as she watches. The expression on Owen's face seems to give away enough that she can guess at what he's thinking, but she is not a mind reader. She'll just have to be careful until she knows him better. <br><br>"It's Brom's doing," she says softly as she approaches him from behind. Hopefully he had heard the faintest whisper of a footstep, so that her words don't startle the hell out of him. "Brom's twisted tastes have infected the castle. He resents it when anyone resists his influence." She comes to a stop before Owen, looking up at his face. "Or his advances," she says with a hint of shame. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 19:44:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Owen does jump at her words, too caught up in his thoughts to notice the soft tread of the Baron's daughter.&nbsp; And he turns as she finishes approaching and speaks.&nbsp; He does his best to keep his expression guarded but his nature isn't well-suited to keeping his emotions hidden.&nbsp; His eyes search Naiobe's face, trying to fathom her intentions.<br><br>"Then he's going to resent me," he says at last, "I won't sit there like those others and take pleasure in his sick games..."&nbsp; <em>Not now that his eye has fallen upon the woman I love...</em> his conscience adds.&nbsp; The guilt draws his eyes closed and he takes a slow breath to steady the lingering anger at Felicity's abuse.<br><br>His eyes open once more to study the half-elf warily.&nbsp; "As long as your father remains content to allow him to indulge his desires unchecked there is nothing that can be done to stop it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 03:37:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naiobe averted her eyes as Owen looked at her. She searched for a place to rest her gaze, unsure of where might be safe. Finally, she settled on a point just over his shoulder. "Everyone eventually allows him his... games." She drifted closer still to the handsome paladin of a man. "There was once a couple, a young married couple. I think it was a year ago, they came as part of an entourage... He liked the girl, and her husband noticed. We found them dead in their rooms the next morning, both slain by his hand. It was the only way out that the poor man saw."<br><br>Naiobe looked at his face again, then tilted her head at the guilt written there. "It's not your fault," she adds suddenly. "There's nothing you can do, sir. You'd hurt her in trying." She touched Owen's arm hesitantly, peering into his face as if to gauge his reaction...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 16:24:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Owen does not flinch away from her touch but he does tense slightly.&nbsp; His duties have not brought him often into this one's presence and tonight marks the most they've spoken since his arrival here.&nbsp; He wets his lips at her words, seeing no reason to doubt them and sighing softly in his frustration.<br><br>"That's what makes it so hard to bear," he answers, "I need to do something..."&nbsp; Not powerless perhaps, and if death was truly the only escape open to her, would it be an act of kindness to give it to his Felicity?&nbsp; Would she cling to life, even this life or would she wish the rest of the grave?&nbsp; And he found his gaze turning once more to the woman across the courtyard as she shook off the water and strode back toward the stable where she slept in a stall like the other animals.&nbsp; Even now, his Felicity was being forced to similar acts.&nbsp; Would she learn to enjoy them like that?&nbsp; <br><br>He turned his eyes back to Naiobe.&nbsp; "There must be something... anything... that I can do for her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 04:33:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naiobe follows Owen's gaze across the courtyard toward the stablekeeper. She watches for a few moments, then looks again at the handsome soldier. Studying his face, she purses her lips. With a furtive glance toward the castle and then toward the stable, Naiobe murmurs, "It's not really safe to talk here." She takes his hand and guides him gently toward the stable. "Come, let's take a ride and talk. I know of a place that's more private."<br><br>She pauses by the entrance to the stable and looks at Owen, curious to know if he would follow. If not, she'll find another way to get him alone and chatting with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 22:29:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Owen follows, though he pauses at the entrance to the stable and flicks his eyes into the darkness inside uncertainly.&nbsp; This doesn't seem quite proper, to be riding with the Baron's own daughter like this.&nbsp; But it should not surprise him that even she fears Brom.&nbsp; <br><br>He nods and steps forward to enter, trying not to stare at the stablekeeper as she turns, scowling slightly at him but then as she spies Naiobe her expression becomes neutral and she bows before rising with her eyes averted.&nbsp; The complicated straps of her harness encircle and accent her exposed breasts and smoothly shaven sex, and while he tries not to Owen's gaze cannot help but drift over her before he forces himself to look away while he shifts a little uncomfortably and blushes.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 17:41:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The encroaching creatures were warm with their fur, but the way they shifted and jostled, circling in close to sniff at her as well as the excited creature that she was tending to... it made Felicity shiver there upon the stone floor, well aware of the many eyes that were watching. Her stomach twisted, humiliated by this act where with the stallion she had been operating upon the instincts of terror and survival.<br><br>Her gorge rose as the dog's sex within its furred sheath twitched inside her hand, and she pricked back tears - glad, at least, that Owen was not here to see this as well as she gently squeezed and began a careful rhythm of tugging, unhappily coaxing that organ out of hiding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 18:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom sipped at his goblet, watching as the hounds nuzzled and sniffed at the naked woman in the room's center.&nbsp; The room's laughter and buzzing conversation dimmed as those assembled focused their attention upon the spectacle unfolding for their entertainment.<br><br>The hound yipped excitedly and soon the heated red flesh of that inhuman shaft was in her hand, the moist heat of it sliding across her palm as her audience murmured in approval and urged her on, some calling for her to go ahead and let the beast mount her while others urged her to take it in her lips.&nbsp; And as the other hounds smelled the scent of arousal, they grew more eager as well.&nbsp; <br><br>And above the jeering an cheering rose Brom's voice.&nbsp; "Make sure to see to them all like a good bitch," he ordered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 06:56:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naiobe glances at Owen, noting the way that he can't seem to take his eyes off of the mare. She speaks softly to the mare, "Fetch the horses." and then she reaches to brush Owen's hand again. "She doesn't think it's anything to be ashamed of," Naiobe murmurs. "In this place, it really isn't anything to be ashamed of." She squeezes his fingers gently, then mounts her own steed when it's brought around. <br><br>The way Owen has been docile, with wandering eyes, it's a wonder Brom even feels like it'll be a challenge at all. Maybe he hasn't been paying too much attention to Owen? Then again, assuming that Brom has missed anything around the castle is to assume that the sun doesn't rise in the east. Naiobe resolves to be careful with the would-be knight, and guide him deliberately. She waits patiently for Owen to climb into his own saddle, then sets out for a remote part of the grounds. It'll be good to get him alone, where he can't easily run away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 17:43:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Owen follows suit after insuring that Naiobe doesn't need any help in mounting her steed.&nbsp; When she comments about the mare, he chews his lip a little.&nbsp; "No, I suppose it isn't," he agrees.&nbsp; And isn't that the problem, that such things are commonplace here?&nbsp; How can a man not let his gaze roam such a pretty sight, but it feels wrong and even more so when he knows that at that exact point in time the woman he loves is...&nbsp; He stops himself, unwilling to finish the thought.&nbsp; Naiobe seems intent on taking them well away from the main part of Ravenroost.<br><br>His own thoughts are dark and dangerous pit, threatening to drag him back to Felicity and the sick games Brom is playing with her.&nbsp; Things he is making no effort to stop.&nbsp; The powerlessness do anything but wait threatens to overwhelm and with it lurks the rage.&nbsp; The errant looks over, shaking off his thoughts and focusing on Niaobe.&nbsp; Is this some subtle offer to help or some game of her own?&nbsp; She may only be Brom's half sister, but the blood they share is comes from Baron Percivan.<br><br>He's not sure where she's taking him in a real since either, but they're away from ears and eyes now and so he breaks the silence.&nbsp; "What is it you wish to speak of?" he asks her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 01:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naiobe soon slows her horse, once they're out of earshot of Ravenroost. "I ..." She glances at him, then looks down at her small hands, wrapped in reins. "I had to get out of there, and it seemed like you needed a break." She shakes her head. "The walls have ears, and it's just not safe to speak your mind anywhere close to the castle. I half expect one day to find out that the horses actually whisper to the mare-groom, spilling the secrets of those riding them." She watches him as they ride, watching his face. "I think it disappointed Brom when you left the hall. He probably would have preferred to see your face, or see you pick a fight. It's wise that you didn't."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 23:33:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Owen nods and at her suggestion he looks down suspiciously at his mount.&nbsp; It's not really such a crazy thought in this place... and that only reinforces his growing desire to find a way to remove himself and Felicity from Desidera.&nbsp; <br><br>"I made that mistake in town," he answered as he looked down and sighed, "I know I'm no match for Brom.&nbsp; If not... If Felicity had not promised to be an obedient participant in his cruelty I'd be dead or worse.&nbsp; I can't afford to lose my temper or make another foolish mistake.&nbsp; But I wasn't going to stay and watch... watch her... with the hounds..."&nbsp; His throat grew tight and he looked away.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 19:05:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the hounds indeed. If Owen had been able to see his beloved at that moment, he might have been sick, or attempted to fight the Baronet in spite of knowing himself overmatched.<br><br>In the middle of the room she knelt, her small hand wrapping around the ruddy shaft that slid forth at her coaxing, and tears trickled forth to stream freely down her cheeks as the cruel encouragements and catcalls swirled around her. Some of these men were Owen's own compatriots, had seen to it that they were able to steal time together away from his duties, away from her farm; now, as if Ravenroost itself had infected them with the Percivan tendencies, they exhorted her to unthinkable things.<br><br><em>See to them all,</em> Brom had commanded, and her hand squeezed, trembling but beginning to stroke while she lifted her head enough to look around her at the heavily muscled animals weaving around her, trying and failing to see just how many there were. She saw teeth, though, and claws, tongues hanging out of powerful jaws as cool noses nudged close against her skin, surprising little pained cries here and there when they bumped where she had been beaten.<br><br>Her other hand reached out, trailing along the side of a second nearby beast as she sat back on her heels. Then it dipped in, grazing the animal's belly to find the telltale protrusion of it's hidden shaft, tickling to try to tease it forth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 09:51:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This game wasn't new to the hounds, nor were they beyond the strange madness that seemed to infect those that remained in this place like some fever.&nbsp; The two she stroked nestled close, nuzzling and lapping at her as they whined softly in response to her touch.<br><br>The first's shaft was warm, almost hot in her hand and as she stroked its head dipped, dragging its nose down her body to her lap.&nbsp; Its muzzle thrust boldly in and its long tongue suddenly swept across her sex, slipping between her folds to coax the tender pink flesh of her womanhood.&nbsp; The taste of her made it bark and then it burrowed in to began lapping hungrily at her sex.<br><br>The second hound whined anxiously and squirmed in her grasp, bucking its hindquarters as the hot red flesh of its cock eased forth to rub against her curled hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 16:47:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naiobe leaned forward, stroking the soft neck of her horse lightly. She could see Owen's distress, and she tried to think about where it would have come from. It seemed to her that Owen wanted to be the protector and the rescuer; it's not a new story to Naiobe. She kept her eyes on the horse's mane as she thought about what to say. It was not that she could not feel emotion; she could feel emotion just fine. It was that she did not have the motivation, largely, to take on the sort of feelings that seemed to drive Owen. <br><br>"I... can't much fathom my brother's mind," she says quietly. "But he always seems harsher on the ones that have others who love them. It's as if he relishes the ability to hurt one person and hurt many more." She swallows hard, then glances at Owen. "I'm sorry. I wish I could stop it. I wish I could help you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 04:57:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sudden bold intrusion of the first animal that she touched startled a cry from Felicity's lips; it was a sound she did not think to bite back until too late, as it caused another shift she did not entirely understand in the mood of the creatures circling her. Swallowing hard, she let the tears spill forth freely down her cheeks following the first hound's questing between her thighs. At the very least, it obscured her vision such that she need not see clearly what depravity it was she played at for the amusement of those gathered around the banquet hall.<br><br>Her hand firmed slightly around that first hot shaft, and without any particular art began to stroke in a steady, almost hurried rhythm. She had not yet had the chance to learn much of what brought a male of an species to completion, but she hoped that if she could do so to these animals quickly with her hands, she might be spared the further ignominy of... of truly acting as their bitch.<br><br>As the second hound bucked, whining, she opened her hand and thrust it in under the beast, letting its burgeoning shaft sink between her fingers and palm and pushing against the sheath that hid the rest of it, unhappily eager to finish arousing the creature, to try and finish it off as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 06:14:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hounds both began to move, their hindquarters bucking rough and forcefully as their cocks thrust at her hands.&nbsp; The first continued to bury his muzzle in her lap, assaulting her sex with the same feverish intensity that her hand worked its hot flesh with.&nbsp; That tongue was thin but strong.&nbsp; It pushed deeply into her, curling and licking, eagerly seeking the taste of her moisture and growling softly in frustration at the lack of nectar it was able to coax from her.&nbsp; The others circled and yipped and whined as they crowded around, aroused by the scent of mating and anxious for it.<br><br><hr><br>Owen nodded and gave her a wane smile.&nbsp; "I would say it's a blessing to not know his mind," he said softly, as if afraid that they might be overheard even out here, "Otherwise you'd be as mad as he.&nbsp; And I am most grateful to you for proving that at least one member of this family is not..."&nbsp; He stopped and coughed.&nbsp; "I am glad that you care.&nbsp; I would not have you cross your brother though, even if there was a way to help us.&nbsp; I would not want you to draw his ire upon yourself."&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - The Taking of Felicity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 06:45:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, it probably is." Naiobe gave him a wry smile, returning his rather joyless expression. She leaned forward, toward him. "My brother's ire is terrible, but my father's ire is worse. Crossing my brother is not something I do lightly, but it's difficult to stand by and watch the burden of suffering loved ones." She straightened, looked down at her hands. "I won't be rid of him until I'm married off across the lands to somewhere foreign. It seems a long way off, so I may as well help where I can."
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>