In Service to the Countess
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				Title: <strong>In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 19:41:55</strong>
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				<strong>Introducing the Countess herself:</strong><br><br>(http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i300/Gnomez9/Anne.jpg)<br><br>Name: Lady Viola DeVois, The Countess of Luxor<br>Age: 27<br>Race: Human<br>Height 5'6"<br>Weight: 119 lbs. <br><br>With the death of her elderly husband 7 years ago, Viola has been able to live in the luxurious lifestyle of a well endowed widow woman. Because the Luxor line has no available heirs to come after her for the title, she has not remarried, relishing the freedom she possess.<br><br>The Countess is known for her beauty, and her cruelty. While at Court, she appears to be civil, witty, but there is always a darker and illusive aspect that goes unspoken. Many men have fallen victim to her seductive charms only to be tossed aside in a matter of days, or weeks. She is not known as a hostess, leaving <em>Larme Manor</em>, her estate, wrapped in mystery. There are rumors aplenty as to what goes on. Such as talk of slaves kept solely for her pleasure, young girls who enter her employment who are never seen again. If it weren't for the piety she exhibits in the public light, society might be more willing to confirm these suspicions. <br><br><strong>The Male Slave: Daniel</strong><br><br>Daniel<br><br>Standing just over six feet, Daniel's soft brown eyes are cast down, hiding the liquid warmth within as well as the rounded features of his face.&nbsp; His expression is calm and resigned as he looks to the floor, light brown curls hanging loosely in front of his forehead.&nbsp; His hands are clasped before him, long slender arms extending from his shoulders as they slouch forward noticeably, belying a sadness that the rest of him seems determined to cover.&nbsp; Daniel's body is long and slim, and his legs are pressed tight together all the way down to his feet.<br>----------------<br>Daniel came from a large, wealthy family, one of several children.&nbsp; His childhood was typical for those of his position; a bit of outdoor activity, as well as more cultured and refined pursuits such as music.&nbsp; He particularly excelled on the piano, and still loves to play, although his opportunities to do so are limited at best.<br><br>He is a quiet individual, rarely speaking unless instructed to do so.&nbsp; There is a shaky nervousness to his movements, just barely concealed beneath a veneer of calm submission, and out of self-consciousness he prefers to remain still as much as possible.<br><br><strong>And the female:</strong><br><br>ame: Christina Marlow<br>Age: 19<br>Background:&nbsp; Christina grew up on a small poor farm in the countryside.&nbsp; Bored with countrylife, she decided to leave the farmhouse and travel to the city to get work in the theater.&nbsp; Dreaming of being a star, she set out. <br>When she arrived in the city she got a job working as a waitress at an inn.&nbsp; One night she was noticed by a group of slave traders who were drinking in the tavern.&nbsp; That night they jumped her and now she finds herself in slavery to a noblewoman.<br><br><strong>The Beginning</strong><br><br>The Countess looked out of the window that showed the grounds below. She was currently in her solar room, gazing off at the horizon as the fiery orb of the sun descended. Dusk was approaching and the time for her evening rituals was at hand. But first, a more pressing engagement. A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she turned away from the window and exited the room. <br><br>A rustle of silk would preamble her arrival at the entrance hall. The wide steps that lead from the corridor down into the area were cast of red marble, centered at the back of the room. The floor it self was a checkered pattern of large red and tan marble colors, polished so heavily that it seemed that there was a thin layer of water covering it all. Her slippered feet brought her across the room and once in an equal distance from the door versus the stair, she stopped. <br><br>Dressed in all of her regal glory, she wore a gown of crimson silk. The bodice was tight with a low square neckline, pushing up her bosom so that it seemed the wrong movement would cause them to pop over the edge. The bell skirt flared out around her, slashed up the middle to reveal the underskirt of golden brocade. Her dark hair was left loose, kept back from her face by a jeweled circlet. Her cool, eyes the color of quicksilver narrowed slightly. An adjustment of her posture pulled her shoulders back, and the curve of her chin lifted. Then, the commanding alto reverberated off the walls as she commanded. "Bring them in."<br><br>A moment of silence then surrounded her, save for the pattering of feet as the servants went to bring about her request. Her newest acquisitions would be brought forth, ready to be inspected by their mistress for the first time.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 19:53:02</strong>
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				Christina was the first to be dragged in.&nbsp; She was still in the rags she had been wearing, a tattered brown dress and tan top that she had worn while waiting on tables.&nbsp; Her long brown hair hung in front of her face, obscuring her beatiful features.&nbsp; She was cursing, struggling a bit against the two servants who led her in, each of them clutching an arm.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let me go this instant!" she shouted as she tried to break free.&nbsp; Sensing the powerful prescence in the room, she stopped fighting and looked up at the Countess.&nbsp; She struggled a bit causing the servant's to let go and took a step forward.&nbsp; "Your highness, there must be some mistake.&nbsp; I have done nothing to you!" she protested.&nbsp; Her mother had always said her mouth would get her into trouble one day.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 20:23:41</strong>
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				That smirk returned to the Countess' face when Christina called her 'Highness'. However flattering it was, it was the improper title to be used when speaking to her. But,...shall she point this out or not? No, she would not. This peasant girl would not benefit much from such a lecture now. <br><br>Wordlessly, she moved from her rigid stance to move with supreme elegance in a circle around the girl and the guards holding her in place. Eyes meticulously inspected her from head to foot, breasts to buttocks. She was dirty for one, and that could easily be remedied. There was obvious need for some training as well. This girl was raw, unrefined. That served Viola quite well though, she had quite a few new...'toys' in her possession that she was looking forward to utlilizing. This young girl would be her test subject. <br><br>"Do not speak to me with disrespect. I give the commands, you abide by them. There will be no more talk of us 'Letting you go this instant.' " Returning to face her now, Viola folded her hands delicately in front of her. "You may not have done anything to me, but that too, is of little consequence. You obey your betters, and I, most assuredly, am your better. Do you understand, girl?" There was a certain edge to her tone when she asked that question, unlike the cultured timbre that she had used previously. 
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 20:38:56</strong>
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				Christina was quite suprised as she had never been talked to like this by anyone, especially her mother.&nbsp; She scowled a bit taknig a few brave steps forward though her voice trembled just a bit.<br><br>"Now see here.&nbsp; Where the fuck do you get off?&nbsp; My betters?&nbsp; Just..just because your richer then us doesn't mean anything.&nbsp; I..I'm not some slave!" she yelled back, trying to keep her voice sounding confident.&nbsp; She stared at her, daring this noble to do something about it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 20:46:57</strong>
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				Though her words ought to have angered the Countess, it did not display itself on her face at all. Slowly, with well-measured steps, she sealed the gap that was between them to a mere foot. Her eyes would stare intensely at the girl, letting the silence add to her own unreadable demeanor. Let the girl speculate a moment....<br><br>Then, with no warning, she'd bring up her hand and slap the girl forcefully across her cheek. "Stupid girl." Her voice said smoothly, still absent was the heat of any rage. "I <em>am</em> your superior. I am a titled Countess, and related to the king himself. I have powerful allies, and destroyed enemies. None of that has anything to do with money. If you do not give me the respect that is my due, I will have to teach you a few lessons in obedience, and humility. You obviously are in desperate need of an education. You can start of by calling me, 'my lady.' "
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 20:50:38</strong>
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				She stood there, breathing heavily.&nbsp; She stared at her thinking that perhaps she had won.&nbsp; perhaps she could...her thought was cut off as the hand slapped her acrss the cheek.&nbsp; She cried out, stumbling back to fall down.&nbsp; She clutched her cheek and sobbed a bit in suprise that she had just been hit.<br><br>She gasped in pain, looking up at her, trying to fight back the tears that were flowing.&nbsp; She didn't say anything at first but then very softly she muttered, between tears, a "y..yess..lad..my..lady.." she choked a bit on the words.&nbsp; What sort of education was this terrifying woman going to put her through?
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				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 20:59:51</strong>
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				Footsteps could be heard softly as Daniel was guided into the hall.&nbsp; He did not struggle, and kept his head down as he approached of his own volition, although two guards were close on his heels.&nbsp; He wore a simple white button up shirt, such as the wealthy might wear underneath their clothes, and his black pants were of similar quality.&nbsp; It appeared that he had done his best to groom himself, but the hem of his trousers were stained as if from mud.&nbsp; <br><br>Daniel seemed to be favoring one leg, but this was only obvious upon close inspection, as his steps were fluid and purposeful.&nbsp; He walked with a quiet dignity, refusing to look up as he neared Christina and the Countess, and he did not speak.&nbsp; When he stopped, one the guards behind him pushed him forward hard, and he stumbled in surprise, nearly falling over.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 21:17:28</strong>
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				Returning to a straight posture, Viola looked down on the girl, a menacing sheen drifting over her features. Looking to the guards that had brought her in, she nodded to them. They grabbed the girl by her upper arms and brought her back to her feet. <br><br>"You see." The Countess would state as Christina was lifted and brought before her again. "That's much better." A hand would go up and flick away the girl's tears. Then, she'd look at the crystalline dampness that was on her fingers. These would be brought before her mouth, so that her tongue could snake out and taste her tears. A deep chuckle rumbled in her throat, and then she clapped her hands twice. A servant would come scurrying into view, and upon a pillow he had two articles. One of them was a simple leather collar with a metal loop from which a leather lead was attached. There was one little jingle bell on there as well. The other thing, was a pair of gilded scissors. <br><br>Plucking up the collar first, she walked to Christina and placed it about her neck, making sure it was snug enough to stay put, but loose enough so she could breathe easily. Then, she'd extend the lead and hand it to the servant who brought these things to her. She'd take up the scissors now, and then look to the guards. "Take her by her wrists. Spread her arms out and hold them there."<br><br>Her attention was stolen a moment as the other slave was brought forth. Again, silence permeated while she looked over him quickly with that calculating gaze she possessed. Submissive. He did not fight the way that the female was. Looking to the guards that held Christina now, she'd state. "One moment." <br><br>Silken skirts hissed as she moved towards Daniel now, and began an inspection of him. He was not in as bad shape as the girl at least, and seemed to be. His attitude also appeared to be far more obedient. This humored her, her expression letting on that she thought so. "Yin and Yang." She murmured, smirking yet again. Reaching forward, she'd cup his chin in her hand, lifting his face so she might speak to him directly. "Would you disrobe for me?" She posed this question, to test if his quiet demeanor was really just a show, or if he was truly a good listener. 
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 21:26:36</strong>
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				She cried out as she was hoisted roughly back to her feet.&nbsp; She trembled a bit as the Countess came close, almost flinching as that hand came up to flick away her tears.&nbsp; She watched in disgust and horror as this woman literally licked at her tears.<br><br>As the other servant came in she looked at the collar, her eyes widening.&nbsp; "No..please no!&nbsp; I..I'm not a pet!" She stammered, lightly fighting.&nbsp; They held her down, one of them roughly yanked her hair back so her neck was better exposed for the Countess to collar her.&nbsp; She sobbed a bit as she felt it slid around her neck, she could still breath but it felt so tight always there to remind her.<br><br>Her eyes widened and she started to struggle again, tugging on the leash as the scissocrs came near her.&nbsp; The guards quickly grabbed her wrists, spreading her arms out so she was open.&nbsp; She sobbed again struggling a bit.<br><br>As Daniel came in she tried to look back at him but it was hard with the collar digging into her chin as she tried to turn.&nbsp; She wasn't really sure what Yin or Yang was, they sounded like names.&nbsp; "I..It's Christina..not..whatever you just said.." she whimpered hoping that maybe this boy would have some sort of fighting spirit.&nbsp; Or was she truly alone to be..educated by this horrible woman.
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				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 21:28:00</strong>
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				Daniel's head seemed to shiver as she brought him up to face her, but he did as he was told. &nbsp;For a moment he stood eye to eye with her, but his eyes darted towards the floor when she spoke, and his lower lip disappeared into his mouth as his face twisted into an anguished look. &nbsp;"Y-yes..." &nbsp;His voice was painfully quiet, almost a whisper, and he nodded.<br><br>He did indeed put on an air of submission, as best he could at least. &nbsp;Daniel had heard vague stories of such decadent behavior, although nothing could have prepared him for the situation he had been placed in, nor for the things that had already happened to him. &nbsp;With every slight movement, he quivered just slightly. &nbsp;Unclasping his hands, he moved to untuck and unbutton his shirt with deliberate slowness.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 21:38:41</strong>
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				Taking one step back so that she could fully appreciate and appraise Daniel's form, she turned her head to the servant whom was holding onto Christina's leash. "She's not going anywhere. Put it down, and fetch me the second set." The servant bowed from the waist to her, and then hurried off to retrieve his mistress' desire.<br><br>Holding the scissors with both hands, those quicksilver eyes rested back on Daniel, to whom she'd then state. "I'm not getting any younger. A little speed, please." Soon enough, the servant would return, and place in her hand another lead with a collar. This one was identical to the one around the woman's neck, though the band of leather was a little larger, and it too had a little jingle bell attached to it. <br><br>She'd continue to stare at Daniel when she would then say in a cutting voice. "Be silent, you stupid prat!" Of course, this was directed at Christina, who needed to learn how to hold her tongue. No matter, she'd fix that as well. It added to the fun, the work that needed to be done.
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				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 21:48:10</strong>
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				Daniel's hands slipped awkwardly as she scolded him sarcastically, but he did set about with more haste.&nbsp; Finally unbuttoned, he pulled the shirt off to show his bare torso.&nbsp; He was certainly not overly muscled, as his sheltered life had left him little time for physical exertion.&nbsp; However, he was decently toned.<br><br>He held the shirt in a crumpled up heap, momentarily unsure of what to do with it.&nbsp; Looking around, he let his glance slide toward the angry young lady to the side.&nbsp; She didn't seem to understand where they were, or what they were here for, and his lips twisted in pity.&nbsp; Of course, Daniel was far from certain what awaited them, but he could guess, and the young lady's struggles would surely only make it worse.&nbsp; He only hoped that he wouldn't be punished along with her.<br><br>With a sigh, he dropped the shirt to the floor and returned his eyes to the floor, proceeding to unfasten his trousers and slide them down to show the soft white cotton of the undershorts beneath.&nbsp; He bent over as he slipped off his pants, and stepped out of them carefully before standing once again and holding his hands in front of him.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 22:05:00</strong>
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				Clearing her throat, she gestured to his final garment. "Those are included. Remove them."<br><br>Her eyes flicked over to Yin...yes, that would be the little pet names for them. Yin and Yang. A smile would come across her features, and she waited for the man to finish his disrobing so that she might begin some sport with them. Looking back to Daniel now, she'd study the ridges and lines of his torso. Very good. Not insanely muscled, but enough to be enjoyable. Again, something she could remedy should she chose. Ah..how pleasant it was to know that you can mold fully grown human beings in whatever shape you desired. 
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				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 22:15:38</strong>
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				The dejection returned to Daniel's face upon her new instruction, and he winced a little before slipping his fingers underneath his lone remaining piece of clothing and tugged it down.&nbsp; His manhood hung loose between his legs, decently sized although still flaccid, and he bent over once again to remove his undershorts.<br><br>Stepping out of them and leaving them on the smooth, marble floor next to his pants, he returned to his standing position.&nbsp; This time, however, he turned his head to the side, his soft curls hanging down to hide his face as he blushed in intense shame.&nbsp; He was fully nude, standing in a strange environment, as a woman he had never met appraised him openly.&nbsp; He struggled to compose himself, but his breath caught in his throat, and he very nearly choked.&nbsp; As it was, he only coughed a bit, but it sent a shiver down his spine all the way to his toes.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 04:23:12</strong>
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				Chuckling yet again when she saw that blush suffuse through his cheeks, she then walked over to him. One hand would pat his head and she'd say. "Very good." Then that hand would grasp one end of the open collar, and with the assistance of the other, it would secure it around his neck. <br><br>Taking one step back, lead in her hand, she'd tug him forward. As he followed, she walk him over directly in front of Christina. "On your knees." She'd then command of him, adding as he knelt: "And place your hands on the back of your neck, fingers woven together." Her eyes shifted to the guard that had led Daniel in, and motioned for him to come over. When he did, she would hand his lead to the guard, and then look down at her Yang. "You are to watch her." Pointing to the girl in front of them. "Don't let me catch you looking away." She added with a bit of venom, and then looked to the man holding onto Christina's lead. <br><br>"Go behind her, and pull the lead back enough that it is taunt, but not choking her. I want her to keep holding her head up high." Sarcasm there, which played openly on her features now. As the man moved around to the back of her, she'd nod to the two guards that were holding her wrist. "Keep her still." Taking the gilded pair of scissors in her right hand now, fingers slipping through the eyes of the mechanism, she'd walk towards her Yin. "Now, I will warn you just once. These are sharp. Struggle too much, and you will be held accountable for any injury that occurs to yourself, or to me." Without verifying that she understood, Viola moved to a sleeve, Christina's left, and placed the scissors at the beginning, and began to cut her way up. 
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 18:22:27</strong>
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				Christina watched them, taking in the man's handsome features.&nbsp; He was indeed quiet lovely but right now she was till afraid.&nbsp; She was surprised and almost disgusted how quickly he followed the Countess's orders.&nbsp; She watched them then struggled fearfully as they came closer.&nbsp; <br><br>Her struggles stopped though when the guard pulled back on her leash, forcing her to tilt her head back and up, exposing herself even more to this woman.&nbsp; She watched her approach, fear in her eyes.&nbsp; She swallowed a bit not saying anything as the scissors started to cut away her rags.&nbsp; She whimpered a bit in fear as her soft pale skin was slowly exposed to them.&nbsp; She was indeed lovely under the rags, her body was curvy, her breasts a firm handful.<br><br>She shivered a bit in the cold, her nipples growing hard as she was exposed to them.&nbsp; She wanted nothing more then to be away from here or at least able to curl up and hide her shame.
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				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 18:53:34</strong>
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				Daniel's humiliation was only intensified when she patted him, and he lowered his head once again after the collar was firmly in place.&nbsp; The fight had already gone out of him, and he followed the Countess as she lead him toward the young woman.&nbsp; The fact that he was fully exposed to her was bad enough, but as he approached he could see a look on her face that humililated him further.&nbsp; If only he could explain to her... There was no way out.&nbsp; He had tried.&nbsp; Daniel sighed, and his shoulders drooped.<br><br>Viola's sharp voice struck him like a knife, and he quickly moved to kneel, hands behind his head as she had commanded, as well as looking back up at the girl, albeit with some hesitation.&nbsp; Daniel was deeply ashamed, and the last thing he wanted was to look at her, watch her, unable to help her.<br><br>He bit his lip as the girl's head was jerked back and up, and the Countess began to strip her of her simple barmaid's clothes.&nbsp; His stomach sank, fell away really, as the gravity of their situation started to sink in.&nbsp; Breath started coming shorter and shallower as he kneeled on the cold marble floor, looking up as the young woman in front of him was slowly divested of her clothing.&nbsp; Daniel did his best to avoid her eyes, but that led to problems of its own as his gaze moved down to where her breasts were being forcibly revealed.&nbsp; She was very lovely, and he struggled to maintain some level of decency in this horribly indecent situation.&nbsp; He was beginning to shiver as well, his digits growing numb as he held them interlocked behind his neck.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 05:17:59</strong>
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				Could she deny that she was relishing every moment of their humiliation and shame? <br><br><em>Nay.</em><br><br>Both sleeves were slashed to the shoulder, but would not sever the neckline just yet. Then, the scissors would start at the center of the collar, and then go straight down between Christina's breasts. The cold metal of the implement would graze across her skin, not scratching nor cutting, but enough to give the sensation of sharpened anxiety that it could possibly happen with one wrong move. After the slit down the center of the shirt had come to pass, she would cut the shoulders, and the shredded material fluttered to the ground.<br><br>"How very nice." Viola purred, that cocktail of seduction and threat mingling with her mezzosoprano. Closing the scissors, she'd lay them lengthwise across the nipple of Christina's right breast. A sinister snicker would be heard as she watched it become erect, and then she added. "Let us see what else can be found beneath these rags."<br><br>Slicing away the skirt, by starting at the hem and working her way upwards, it too would make it's way to the polished floor, lying with it's tattered counterpart. And when Christina's nudity was fully exposed, she smirked. "Lovely." Handing the scissors off to the nearest pair of hands that would accept them, she'd then put two digits together, folding the rest into her palm. The gap between her and her Yin would be shortened by a few silken steps, and then her fingers would part her fuzzy, nether lips. Immediately they would engage her clit, rubbing in tiny circles. However, a whiff of the girl's body caused the Countess' nose to wrinkle. <br><br>"Filthy." Taking a disgruntled step aside, she looked to the guards holding her. "Escort her to the baths. Instruct Toramalli to give her a complete Turkish treatment, including hair removal. I enjoy flesh, not fur." With a wave of her hand, she dismissed Yin and the guards, and turned to face her other new possession. The young man, how was he faring after that little glimpse of future delights?
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				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 06:21:40</strong>
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				Daniel watched helplessly as Christina's clothes were carefully cut away, his stomach churning with shame and fear.&nbsp; What could this woman have planned?&nbsp; His shivering became more and more noticeable, even as the marble beneath him warmed.&nbsp; Still, he kept his eyes upward, watching as he had been told.<br><br>His jaw fell open when Viola moved to spread the girl's lips, and his eyes went wide.&nbsp; He blinked hard, verging on simply shutting his eyes before he remembered himself and snapped them open again.&nbsp; Daniel felt himself stirring between his legs, and did his best to keep his focus elsewhere, hoping his arousal would go away if he ignored it.<br><br>Then suddenly Viola withdrew, voicing her dicgust and sending Christina away.&nbsp; Daniel's head dropped as she was dragged off, his eyes closing tightly as his mind raced.&nbsp; His arms were beginning to tire, having already grown fairly numb from lack of blood flow.&nbsp; He nearly flinched as he felt the Countess' gaze turn to him, but did his best to remain still.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 16:02:33</strong>
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				Upon noticing his obvious discomfort, she looked to the guard that held securely onto his leash. Lifting a hand with her palm facing upward, she'd nod to the armored man, who handed the lead over. As her fingers wrapped around it, she'd gaze down upon Daniel once again. Very, very obedient.<br><br>"You are now my little pet, Yang. You are going to follow me, on you hands and knees." She'd start to walk, not giving time for a response from him. A quick, yet subtle jerk on his leash would indicate that he better follow, and with quickness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 16:19:15</strong>
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				Viola's words echoed in his mind, and he felt almost sick as she started to lead him away like an animal.&nbsp; He couldn't contain himself, and he spoke, his voice small and quiet.&nbsp; "Please... I am a man, I... Please..."<br><br>Daniel did, however, crawl as the words left his lips, knowing immediately that he had likely made a grave error.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 16:22:35</strong>
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				Christina gasped as the scissors touched against her breast, feeling her nipple grow hard from the cold metal pressed against them. &nbsp;She blushed wanting to hide her shame as she was exposed to everyone in the room. &nbsp;<br><br>Her eyes widened as she realized where the Countess's fingers were going to be stuck. &nbsp;She gasped and tried to struggle but one of the guard's gave her leash a tug and she stopped whimpering. &nbsp;As the Countess's fingers started to rub agaisnt her she gasped desptie herself. &nbsp;She whimpered, bitting her lip and trying not to moan in arousal as her virginal entrance was being played with. &nbsp;<br><br>She gasped a bit hanging her head, trying not to let her tears escape as the Countess withdrew. &nbsp;She tried to say something, tried to think of something but nothing came out. &nbsp;One of the guard's tugged sharply on her leash and she was tugged forward, stumbling as they dragged her off to be cleaned and shaven like some animal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 04:47:15</strong>
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				At first she expected a fluidity to Yang's creeping aside her, but as those words of rebellion left his mouth, she raised up the end of the lead, intending to strike him with great force. But seeing how he began to move along despite his protest, she lowered her arm just marginally and let her sudden anger dissipate. <br><br>On the other hand, spare baby the switch..<br><br>A quick snap of her wrist, and she let the looped end of the leash slap against his bare buttocks. It was enough to leave a delicious sting, and a bit of a redness where it had licked his flesh. Should he stumble or falter, she would then lift up the lead, making sure that he understood that despite his pain, he should still be obediently trotting beside her rustling, luxurious skirts. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 20:57:01</strong>
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				"Ah-" Daniel's voice escaped his lips again, and his eyes shut tight when he felt the sharp crack of the lead on his bottom.&nbsp; He grimaced and crawled faster after her, desperate to avoid another smack, and he followed along just behind her and as he bit his lip repeatedly.<br><br>The anxiety was eating away at Daniel... What was she going to do with him?&nbsp; He glanced over at the Countess as he padded smoothly and quietly, looking curiously at her skirts.&nbsp; He had never seen such finely made clothing, and that was saying something.&nbsp; <em>She must be incredibly wealthy,</em> he thought.&nbsp; After all, she had bought him, hadn't she?&nbsp; He was merely another posession.&nbsp; He wondered how much she had paid for him, looking up quietly to gaze at her dark hair as it hung about her shoulders.&nbsp; Such a terrible woman... In such a lovely form.&nbsp; He hung his head once again and continued after her silently, wincing at the dull ache of the mark across his bottom.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 04:01:38</strong>
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				As she led her new possession down the corridor, she wondered about the things she'd like to do to him first. She'd have a little time before she summoned Christina from her grooming. Most of her sinister thoughts had been wrapped around ways of breaking in the female that she had put little consideration into the male. But now, she had to ponder...<br><br>It did not take long for them to reach her special chamber. 'The Hall of Delights' she called it...but to her slaves it was more like 'The Hall of Punishment'. But that was only at first. Soon they would begin to enjoy her little tortures. They all did in the end.<br><br>The door looked like something out of a Turkish palace, ornately carved and inlaid with semi-precious stones. This being pushed aside, one would behold a room that while exotically decorated, it screamed of hidden evils. A glass dome, tainted blue, capped off the ceiling, allowing for an eerie kind of light to fill the place. The floor was gray granite, until it reached the center of the slightly spherical layout. There was then a tan marble circle, and within that, a star constructed of red marble. In the center of a star stood a bizarre contraption. It appeared to be some sort of table, yet on the metallic base stood a variety of turning wheels and levers, suggesting some kind of motion could take place. Along the wall that was about 8 feet in front of this contraption was a set of low cabinetry. The wood was polished ebony, with gilded brackets and handles. The wall itself was an expansive mural, depicting an orgy of astounding proportions. There were at least 20 participants in every combination possible. Men and women were all slewn together in an erotic circus. Tongues, lips, and genitals met at a plethora of points. <br><br>On the west wall, the room bubbled into a hemisphere, and there was a low bed that was the size of the area, large enough to easily accommodate more than 8 adults. It was brightly dressed with a coverlet of vivid orange, magenta, and turquoise with golden accents. Pillows of every shape and size dotted the cushioned landscape. Windows just above this were covered by thin red tissue paper, so that when the light came in it was muted and colored. A length of cloth hung in the corner, a beautiful tapestry depicting Venus and Adonis. <br><br>Viola looked about her and grinned. It had been quite some time since she had been in here, and she was looking forward to expanding and updating this room as the need called for it. But first...She looked down to Daniel. It was time to play.<br><br>Lifting up the lead so that his collar would slide upward, forcing his chin to be upheld, she'd bring him over to the strange table. It was constructed out of a series of panels. One in the center was lengthy, two flanked the upper portion, extending past the top of the primary. Then, two extended out from the center. Upon these were leather manacles...<br><br>"Get up here, and lie flat on your back." She commanded, patting the smooth lacquered surface. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 04:58:27</strong>
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				Daniel had never seen anything like the room he was suddenly confronted with.&nbsp; The style alone was entirely foreign to him, and as soon as he laid eyes on the wall-length mural his jaw dropped.&nbsp; His life had been incredibly sheltered.&nbsp; He wasn't a virgin, but he was certainly inexperienced, and most of the acts he saw depicted were entirely new to him.<br><br>The lead pulling his head up caught him quite by surprise, and he jerked his head away from the debauchery painted on the wall as the Countess led him toward the strange table.&nbsp; Daniel squinted at it thoughtfully, trying to decide what its function was in the unusual light of the room.&nbsp; He failed.&nbsp; Looking up hesitantly when Viola commanded him, he pushed himself up onto his knees before standing and climbing onto the table.&nbsp; The manacles gave him pause, and his heart began to race a bit.&nbsp; Whatever was about to happen, he was quite sure it would not be pleasant.&nbsp; He looked over to the Countess, searching her eyes for any sign of humanity or mercy as he lay down calmly, stifling a shiver.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 05:08:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With slightly narrowed eyes, she watched him rise. Her muscles in her arms coiled, ready to give a correcting swat should he decide against listening to his command. But, he climbed onto table without need for reproach. She did not know if she was saddened or joyous over such a thing. But soon, she knew, happiness would be abound. <br><br>Speaking of being bound, once Daniel settled himself onto the table, she slipped her wrist through the loop of his leash, freeing up her hands so that she might take hold of his wrist. Looking down in his face, she allowed her expression to soften into something more comforting. "Relax." She murmured soothingly, and then she placed his right hand at the top of the board, and secured his arm in an upright position with the leather straps. After fastening the buckle, she moved around the table so that she might lash down his other hand. Her face was neutral, as though she were sewing or playing the pianoforte. <br><br>Now that he most assuredly was not going anywhere, she reached to his neck so that she might unfasten the lead from his collar. Moving over to the sideboard, she placed the leash on top, before returning back to her slave and attaching his ankles to their bonds. His arms would be straight up over his head, and his legs, straight down and natural. "Do not fear the loud noises, and do not fight the motion or you are risking personal injury." She drolled dully, and went to the side of the table where all the cogs and controls lie. A hand would grasp a crank wheel, and she'd begin to turn it. Slowly, the arms would start to descend, moving them into a position to where they were pointing out and away from the body. Then, her hand moved over, and began to crank the one that controlled the leg panels. These would begin to spread apart. Her look was on him, intense and unwavering, her hands adjusting the table as if of their own volition. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 05:26:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel nodded nervously when she told him to relax, but as she locked him in gradually, it began to strike him just how helpless he was.&nbsp; Naked and alone with this woman, with no means of protecting himself.&nbsp; His body began to quiver in spite of his best efforts, and his breathing grew choppy.&nbsp; His eyes followed her as she moved around and finally began to crank the machine, and rattled off her warning as if she had spoken it a hundred times.<br><br>As the panels snapped to life, spreading his limbs apart slowly, his fear began to overtake him.&nbsp; His jaw clenched tight, he began to shiver violently.&nbsp; He returned her gaze, a desperate look in his soft eyes.&nbsp; "What... what are you... going to do to me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 05:42:01</strong>
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				<em>"You'll see." </em>She purred in a sing-song voice whose chilling innocence could make even an incubus' stomach turn. Once his limbs were spread apart amply, she would go to the final lever and begin to pump it up and down. Slowly, but surely the table began to tilt upwards. Up and up and up. Now he was virtually vertical, but she left it on a slight tilt back to make it a bit more comfortable. He was being well-behaved after all, no need to be overtly harsh. Even she had some manners.<br><br>Moving away from the controls, satisfied with it's position, she walked to the front. Staring at his form, she chuckled in her throat, the sound of sickening mirth echoing. "Perfect." She murmured, and then looked behind her. Bah! Her chair had been removed. That must be changed. Clearing her throat momentarily, she stated regally to virtually no one. "Fetch the chair from my bedroom and bring it too me immediately. And send in my maidservants."<br><br>A soft patter of feet was heard, and then silence. Brushing some of the hair from her shoulder, she looked to the door and waited. In her mind she counted softly. <em>One...two...three...</em><br><br>The door opened, and in came some modestly dressed maids. To them she nodded her head and they curtsied in response. "You know what I want, girls." She drolled, as if bored, and held her arms out from her body. Her quicksilver eyes shifted to Daniel and she spoke to him. "I want you to watch me. Never take your eyes from me."<br><br>As she stood there, the maids began to undress her. First, one of them went to the back of her to unlace the bodice of her gown. The other knelt in order to unattach the skirt tapes. The skirts would then be lowered, and the bodice removed. Stepping out and to the side of the crimson silk, she stood before Daniel in naught but her corset, underdrawers, garters, stockings and her heeled shoes. All of these were done in black, save for the shoes, which were golden kid. Gold bows accented the garters, and gold lacing was used on her corset. Her bosom looked so pushed up by the garment that they seemed ready to burst forth should she take too deep a breath. The maids went to go for these items as well but she raised a stopping hand. "That's enough girls." With a dismissive wave, the pair departed. <br><br>Seconds later, a man arrived with her chair. It was a elegantly carved mahogany piece, upholstered with crushed claret velvet. He brought it forward, and then set it beside her. He bowed and quickly left, not saying another word. When the sound of the door closing had finished reverberating off the walls, she smirked. Taking a step towards the chair, she sat down, sitting very elegantly, one leg crossed over the other. Then, she stared at David like one contemplating a sweet meat. Should she devour it completely or savor it?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 06:01:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel grimaced at the creaking of the table as she angled it upward, but actually felt a bit better once it was done.&nbsp; It was marginally better than lying down, even if he was still trapped.&nbsp; His shaking subsided for the moment.<br><br>He was a bit stunned at how smoothly her servants operated, moving like clockwork to fulfill her every need and want.&nbsp; His eyes darted curiously to the maidservants when they entered, until Viola issued her command to watch her.&nbsp; He did as he was told, ever fearful of what might happen should he disobey.&nbsp; He had seen her strike Christina, and surely she would do much worse to a man.<br><br>Daniel's mind emptied itself quickly once the Countess began to be undressed.&nbsp; Such a stunning beauty, she was... Before he knew it he was anticipating every piece that came off, and when she stopped her maids from undressing her further he was a bit disappointed.&nbsp; He certainly didn't look away, however.&nbsp; She looked to have become a whole other person, such was the difference between her overclothes and the ones she now wore.&nbsp; She looked unlike anything Daniel had ever seen; so unabashedly sexual, and he found himself responding to it both mentally and physically.&nbsp; <em>What on earth is wrong with me?</em> he thought.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 06:12:24</strong>
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				With avid enjoyment she watched the emotions portray themselves in his eyes. What an amusing thing. She could honestly do this all day until he was screaming at her. How unnerved they get when a cold stare observes their nakedness. <br><br>"Hmmm..." She purred in her throat, and looked down at her hips. The panties she wore were of her own fabrication. At each hip there was a set of hooks that could be unlatched. This way she did not have to work undo all of her garters in order to remove her underwear. Would she remove them yet...? No.<br><br>First, she lifted her chin slightly and closed her eyes. Then, she let her fingers trail down the ivory pillar of her neck, then onto the vast plain of her chest. Her fingertips would slide over the burgeoning curve of her bosom, dipping behind the material of the corset to ring around one nipple. A lusty sigh would escape her lips, as she started to tease herself. "Oooh.." She'd coo softly, tossing her head slightly as the stimulation began to take effect. Though her eyes seemed shut, they were parted just enough for her to see Daniel, but from where he was she would seem to be caught up in her own business. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 14:53:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel felt his erection swelling between his legs, beginning to stand on its own in the cool air of the room.&nbsp; A low groan slipped from his lips, and his brow wrinkled in shame as he watched her slip a hand down into her corset.&nbsp; How could this be happening?&nbsp; It was all wrong.&nbsp; He couldn't possibly be aroused by something so... wrong.&nbsp; He couldn't seem to get that word out of his mind, and when she threw head back and seemingly closed her eyes, Daniel looked away.<br><br>He glanced over at the shackles that held him in place, struggling against them to test their fortitude.&nbsp; They were quite solid; he was indeed stuck.&nbsp; Daniel strained with his entire body now, arching against his binds and squirming in place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 16:20:50</strong>
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				She heavily debated coming out of her reverie to reprimand him for looking away, but the fact that his cock was swelling was flattery enough. When he writhed against his confinement she almost laughed, but only allowed her smile to deepen. Why not perpetuate her naughtiness?<br><br>Stopping a moment, and opening her eyes, she rose from the chair. "Look at me." She taunted, and let each hand go to the hooked connectors of her britches. With obvious skill she used each hand to unlatch these holdings, and with a slight pull, she removed them entirely from her body. Holding them up in the air like a trophy, she wiggled them teasingly at him before throwing them at his bare form. They'd slap him in the chest before sliding down his form, to get hung for a moment on his cock. A bold laugh came from her then, even tossing her head back with mirth. Then, she'd tilt the chair so that one foot could be lifted. <br><br>This made her sex all the more available for his view. It was completely denuded of hair, pure and white was the skin.&nbsp; A mauve slit gashed the two sides, which was parting from the raising of her leg. Her hand moved down the length of her body until it arrived here. Her pointer and ring finger would spread back her nether lips, exposing the rosy flesh beneath. Her middle sought her clit, which she began to manipulate with little circles. A surprised, pleasured gasp came from her now, accented with a following coo. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Service to the Countess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 16:33:02</strong>
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				When she spoke, Daniel's eyes snapped back to her.&nbsp; There was a hungry, if fearful look there, and his chest was beginning to rise and fall with heavy breaths.&nbsp; His mouth opened just a bit as Viola began to unhook her undergarment, and he groaned again, a bit louder this time, when she dangled them and tossed them at him.<br><br>Daniel threw his head back and nearly closed his eyes when the panties slid down his body and landed on his erect cock, but looked back at her quickly.&nbsp; He knew he had pushed his luck already.&nbsp; He was certainly unprepared for what came next, however, and he clenched his jay and squirmed again as the Countess slid her hand down her torso and began to stimulate herself.<br><br>He had never seen a woman so thoroughly shaven, and he bit his lip absentmindedly as he watched her spread her folds and tickle her clit.&nbsp; Daniel's arms flexed hard, as did the muscles in his neck, as every part of hiim wanted to reach down and touch himself as she was doing.&nbsp; "Nnnghh...!&nbsp; Please, I... "&nbsp; Giving up, he hung limply in place, and simply gazed at her with needy eyes.
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