A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)
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				Title: <strong>A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 00:48:15</strong>
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				A cold northern wind whipped across the miserable little island, and its passing was mirrored by an even stronger wind carried on the Aether. This close to the great rifts torn in reality into the realm of Chaos the Winds of Magic blew strong. Arlana Mourningvale felt in in her bones, in the very core of her being. Magic was as much a part of her as the sinews beneath her skin. While only a modest mage by the loft standards of the Loremasters of Hoeth, to one of the humans who bent knee to Karl Franz she was a being of almost unspeakable power, capable of channeling forces that were beyond their comprehension or grasp. And to her dark cousins to the west, in their blighted fortresses, she was an enemy to be reckoned with.<br><br>Drawing her royal blue robes tightly around her to ward off the cold, her blonde hair pulled back in a severe ponytail - after having once nearly burnt it off dabbling in overly powerful spells in Lore of Fire she preferred her hair away from her face. Sent to the desolate islands north of her home to try and root out a group of annoyingly persistent Corsairs, her dragonship had run aground here, many of the crew lost to the unforgiving deep or the unrelenting waves pounding against the rocks. With her she had a few sailors and perhaps a dozen Seaguard, collected in a hasty camp sheltered from the wind. She had sent word back to the tower as soon as she had her bearings about her, but even if her spell reached waiting ears, it would take days to provision and launch a ship to reach her.<br><br>She hoped they lasted that long...
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 00:00:50</strong>
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				Her gloomy thoughts proved an omen for what was yet to come.<br>A handful of black spikey vessels with purple sails and sharp edges appeared in the distance.<br>"My lady!" the Captain of her ship pointed at them. "Druchii!" he said "The vile Corsairs we sought..." he hissed bitterly. His hair long and blonde, he had a long white cape and silver armor. His hand drew a curved blade, his blue gaze turning to her.<br>He nodded "Permission to prepare for the inevitable attack..."<br><br>Meanwhile aboard one of the Black ships,&nbsp; Lord Viral Shadowstryker held a rope with a gloved hand. Clad in obsidian armor and possessing a long sharp black cape, he had a spectral look. His sharp face and pale features were handsome but his dark gaze was devoid of any kindness.<br>He smirked evilly "As I thought..." he chuckled and glanced at the lightly dressed female next to him. The Wych had long wild black hair and held a whip in hand. To her side was a long curved dagger and her black armor left little to the imagination.<br>"Tell the Captain to prepare to board. But I want as many captives as possible. The Witch King would be pleased if we bring him such valuable prisoners"<br>The Wych smirked maliciously "Immediately my lord" she said, snickering lightly as she almost 'danced' away.<br>Arms crossed, Viral watched the High Elf ship grow larger....
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 17:57:09</strong>
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				The Arch Mage nodded, gripping her own staff a little tighter.<br><br>"Permission granted. Form ranks and prepare for battle. If they come, make them pay dearly for their treachery." Looking out at the corsair vessel, she adds something else, addressed to everyone in her small cohort of fellow High Elves. "And do not let them take you. The sons and daughters of Asuryan are better than that. For Ulthuan!"<br><br>Arrows peppered the approaching Druchii vessel, the Seaguard as deadly accurate as always. Their shafts claimed the lives of a few crewmen, but in truth they were too few in number to turn the tide of the fight. Still, they formed up, and met their foe as soldiers. The arch mage with them was something more of a force to be reckoned with, the Dark Elves lacking a sorceress counterpart of their own. A searing fireball destroyed one of the landing boats outright, its crew of corsairs joining their distant cousins beneath the waves. One of his precious Witch Elves died with a oddly orgasmic scream as the sparse scrub of this bleak island came to life, wrapping around her limbs and tearing her asunder.<br><br>But in the end, even her formidable power was not enough. True to her orders, and to the Lord's disappointment, none of the seaguard had allowed themselves to be taken alive, and had exacted a considerable toll for their deaths. Only the arch mage was left alive, the Witch standing triumphantly over her, the noblewoman's blue gown ripped in a dozen places, blood trickling out of them from the savagely barbed whip of her captor.
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 23:57:32</strong>
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				The Corsairs towered over the fallen. Their green scaley cloakscontrasting with the black of their armors. Most of them held two curved blades. Some of them however held small crossbows in one hand, a blade in the other.<br>But then the group moved asside as if instinctively wanting to repeat their prize to their leader.<br>Lord Viral Shadowstryker stood there, a blade against the throat of her brave captain. There was blood on his face. The Highborn Druchii had partaken into the battle methodically. His face was devoid of emotion, his pale features clear to her as a stong gust of wind played with his black cape.<br>She remembered him...<br>She knew him!<br>A vicious smile finally shattered his icey mask as he took her in from head to toe. He almost casually cast asside the badly wounded High Elf. He was caught by a Corsair, a net cast over the fallen hero.<br>"Arlana Mourningvale... such a pleasant 'surprise'" he said venomously. "But a welcome one..."<br>He approached her slowly. She had met the Warlord once before. Within the ruins of a village, battle raging around the place.<br>The ruthless warrior had obviously not forgotten what had happened...<br>He stopped in front of her, the tip of his blade almost touching her throat.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 01:55:34</strong>
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				The arch mage, despite her vulnerable, compromised position, hisses in disgust.<br><br>"You." she spits on the blasted ground of the island. "Filth."<br><br>Looking at him appraisingly, she winces as she shifts slightly, reopening the narrow slashes of the Witch's whip. She feels the sword hover faintly above the pale, untouched skin of her throat, her eyes looking up at him evenly. They look at each other for a long, lingering movement before she closes her eyes.<br><br>"Y...you know my power, you know what I can do. And you well know that even with your Witches and your nets, you will not be able to prevent me from ending my captivity. Not without reducing my value by a great deal." Trembling, she makes her offer. "Let my men go. Leave them one of your longboats. And I will go with you willingly." A tear trickles from her cheek.
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 11:19:14</strong>
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				He chuckled "You know from experience I'm more than willing to call a bluff..." he said. "...if the risk is worth it" he glanced at the ravaged High Elf captain. He seemed to be assessing the situation. Gain and risk. Profit and loss. Ambition and instinct.<br>"Alright... plenty of slaves aboard already" he said "We'll leave these misfits adrift with some food aboard a tiny boat" he said. "Grunts are not that valuable anyway" the Warlord said matter of factly.<br>His movements were calm, slightly theatrical yet possessing a lethal grace. A figure appeared behind her. Cloaked and masked, the shadow of his master held bloody daggers. His gauntlets possessing metal claws. <br>"I scoured the ship my lord..." the assassin said with a sly soft voice.<br>Viral lowered the rune encrested blade. Attached to his side were a long curved dagger and another sword.<br>"Chain the bitch" he said. "But don't 'bruise' her" he added "I'd rather have my prize fully intact when we arrive"<br>Some of the men grinned, some even chuckled.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 19:40:38</strong>
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				The arch mage looked at him proudly, her expression defiant. "I do not bluff. I gave you my word, and unlike your fallen kind, that means I am bound by it."<br><br>The wounded high elf is tugged to her feet by the assassin, the woman groaning in pain as the movement reopens her wounds. Her hands are pulled behind her, and bound tightly together, wrists overlapping one another, the expert hands of the Dark Elf behind her ensuring her bonds will not be easily slipped. Her head bowed, she is hauled away toward the corsair ship, forced down onto her knees on the floor of the longboat while its crew loads up.
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 20:05:58</strong>
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				The High Elf ship was looted. Whatever was valuable or of importance was hauled of and into the black ship.<br>Viral stood next to the captain of his ship, arms crossed. A vicious-looking Witch Elf stood not too far from him, ever watchful. Undoubtably she was a direct retainer of his, like the cunning assassin. Druchii Highborns tended to gather 'specialists' and 'agents' who stood to gain by their success and were oathbound to them. Druchii Highborn and opportunistic retainers went hand in hand.<br>To her satisfaction the few survivors were indeed dumped into a little boat and left to float of with some supplies. Their chances remained slim at best, regardless there was no reason for Shadowstryker to uphold his promise, but to her surprise, he had.<br><br>As they sailed of, heading for the cold lands of Naggaroth, the Corsairs busied themselves with the daily tasks of common sailors. Practice brawls and duels were held frequently and the men entertained themselves by abusing the captives, playing dicegames and drinking captured wine. From the sound of it, Viral had gathered quite the fortune in a few months... yet again.<br>He sounded respected, as far as that was possible among Druchii but above all feared. He was stern, strict and aloof, giving decisive orders.<br>To her surprise he had not even spoken to her in the last two days. She was allowed a certain freedom to wander the ship but always she felt watched. The assassin was especially adept at preventing her from trying anything 'unacceptable'.<br><br>One night she found Lord Shadowstryker on deck...
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 21:11:37</strong>
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				To her great surprise, she was not raped immediately upon setting foot on the corsair vessel, nor strapped to the bow as some humiliated living masthead, nor put under a torturers knife. While the ever present assassin dogging her shadow, she could hardly forget she was a captive, but she had been treated thus far with remarkable dignity - she had even managed to both bandage the wounds inflicted on her by the witch, and mend the torn gown that seemed to be her only set of clothes. <br><br>Walking about on the deck, she sights her captor, who to his credit, and in defiance of her expectations, has kept his word. Her back straight, expression dignified, she approaches him, bowing slightly in acknowledgment to her current status as a captive.<br><br>"Captain." Going to stand beside him, she asks in a quiet voice. "May I ask what your plans are for me? Death as part of some performance piece with that Witch? My head a trophy? Or the market perhaps?"
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 00:15:33</strong>
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				"Lord. I am not the 'Captain' of this vessel" he said. <br>He turned his head slightly. His hair inkblack, his face looked even paler now.<br>A dark piercing gaze locked with hers "I am contemplating your destiny..." he said.<br>But then he smirked. "Or maybe I already have decided your fate... either way I see no reason to tell you" he replied. He fully turned this time. Bar a guard in the back of the ship. 2 patrolling men and one man at the wheel, they were seemingly alone. <br>In the dark, the evil highborn had an almost wraith-like appearance.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 00:22:11</strong>
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				"I see, and meant no disrespect."<br><br>The arch mage takes a somewhat more conciliatory tone, looking out over the ship. With this few guards...she could do considerable damage before the Dark Elf by her side cut her down. A fireball rolling across the deck, a lightning stroke to the mast. Perhaps in a last great act of defiance she could tear open the smallest rift into the realm of Chaos. It was dangerous, but she would perish regardless, and it would be satisfying to know so many of her dark kin would be dragged screaming with her.<br><br>But she had given her word, and instead, whispers a single utterance of power, the sails of the dark ship filling with air, deck groaning softly as the ship picks up speed.<br><br>"Does it displease you that I do not beg for mercy?" She asks, her tone quiet, almost submissive, and genuinely curious.
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 10:46:56</strong>
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				She once more took note of a grizzly trophee put on display 2 days ago. The head of a prisoner that had attempted to kill a Corsair.<br>His cries of pain and agony had delighted her cruel kin for hours.<br>Viral rose up a black eyebrow at her spell. She noticed him tense as if to strike at her. Undoubtably like many Elvish swordmasters, the cut would be fast and precize, reaching her throat within a second. But by then it might be too late...<br><br>Viral was taking a risk by giving her so much freedom. A big risk... what game did he play?<br>Around the ship she could see the other vesses of the Viral's squadron.<br><br>He walked around her, as if studying her. Suddenly his gloved hands were on her shoulders. He began to apply mild pressure, a massage in a way.<br>"Why would I crave to see you beg?" he leaned forward and whispered "At least so soon? Or for mercy..." his warm breath touched her ear.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 04:44:25</strong>
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				She shivers at the memory of the prisoner, her muscles tensing, responding oddly to the firm grip, and the massage that combined pain with a kind of mild relaxing pleasure.<br><br>She cranes her neck back, looking at him speculatively.<br><br>"It would not amuse you to see me, dress torn to tatters, tears running down my eyes, begging you to stop, to spare me, for a moment's release?" She shivers again at the touch against her ear, forcing herself to remember who he was.<br><br>"You're playing a game of some sort, and I dislike being a piece in them."
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 22:37:12</strong>
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				"Dark Elves play games... so do High Elves" he said softly "The dance has gone on for millennia..." he stated.<br>His leatherclad fingers slid over her bare neck.<br>"And if I wanted you to beg to me... i'd rather see you in a more... pleasing appearance. Torn dresses are so... 'common'" he teased.<br>He leaned forward and boldly nipped her neck. As she flinched, he purposely blew warm air on the moist skin.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 22:43:40</strong>
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				The woman shivers softly at the air brushing softly over her skin, her eyebrow raising softly.<br><br>"We do play games. But if you will forgive me, our versions rarely end with our opponents in chains." She looks back at him, her eyes speculative. "But since you seem intent to do so, what will it take to get you to tell me what your plans are for me?"<br><br>She eyes him up and down, half-timid, half-speculative.
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 08:26:08</strong>
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				He pushed up her chin. The tall and slender woman had the grace of a High Elf Highborn. Their eyes locked, the right corner of his mouth curled upwards.<br>"What can you give me... for an answer?" he said. His lips were very close to her but he did not let them touch.<br>He was toying with her undoubtably. Like a fly in his web, she was a defenceless snack and he knew that all too well.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 19:28:32</strong>
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				She looks at him half defiantly as he forces her chin up, her eyes gauging him.<br><br>"I suppose that depends on the answer. I could offer you knowledge of a navigable channel into Marienburg," she made up an example on the spot, knowing she could be tortured to provide it anyway if it were real, "but that would be of little use if you intend for my body to adorn the gates of your estate."
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 20:27:24</strong>
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				He grinned, revealing a set of flawless white dentals. Dark Elves tended to have the same flawless 'beauty' High Elves had? Except it had taken on a frigid and insidious edge. <br>"Such a smart lady..." he said. His tone was hard to place? Admiration? Mockery? Perhaps both?<br>"Oh I shall 'pump' you for information. I'm just not yet decided how or for what reason" he said.<br>He leaned closer "I know one thing though..." he waited on purpose, letting the silence sink in "I'll enjoy it...".
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 20:37:09</strong>
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				She nods softly, the tone of his voice not lost on her, nor the cold menace contained within. Creating a little more distance between them, she bows her head.<br><br>"I will leave you to your musings then. I'm sure I will learn of your plans in time." She turns, walking across the deck to the bow, her eyes on the open sea, growing gradually darker as they went further from Ulthuan. 
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 12:42:37</strong>
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				She could feel his piercing gaze in her back. Up until she entered the belly of the ship, he was gazing at her...<br>Viral turned around, arms crossed. He looked at the darkness spread around him and smiled lightly.<br><br>Three days later an unexpected offer came. Lord Viral Shadowstryker wished to dine with her. And it did not look like he'd take no for an answer.<br>The vile but beautiful Witch had brought her this news. Scantly clad with flawless pale skin, a physique in top shape and a spiked whip attached to her hip, she looked menacing yet mesmerizingly beautiful in an eerie way. Her long black manes hung wild and added to her ferocious appearance.<br>"I shall come for you in two hours... do not let me wait" she said with a hissing reluctance.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 22:44:57</strong>
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				She nodded slightly to the Witch Elf, keeping her expression neutral. <br><br>"Very well."<br><br>During the two hour interval, she does her best to make herself presentable for the dinner. Lacking a proper wardrobe, she scrubs the one she has until it's at least clean, her hair cleaned and pulled back, waiting quietly for the witch to return, pacing quietly in her cramped cabin.
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 14:14:12</strong>
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				The cruel hag knocked on her door. "Come out High Elf bitch!" she almost hissed at her. "My liege is not accustomed to 'waiting' for slaves..." she said. She purposely stressed the word 'slaves'. As if the fair lady needed to be reminded of her current situation.<br>Upon opening, she stood eye to eye with the pale flawless beauty that was devoid of any passion or emotion. She had no redeeming virtues except perhaps the rather unexpected loyalty to her Master. "Come..." the ruthless woman told the Arch Mage as she led her to the cabin of Viral.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 16:53:26</strong>
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				The Arch Mage opened the door with an almost serene expression, deliberately done to antagonize the Witch Elf. She smiles softly, ignoring the reminder of her current situation.<br><br>"And yet he sends his most powerful errand-girl. I should be flattered I suppose."<br><br>Following her up to the largest cabin on the vessel, she bows as she goes inside. "You summoned, Lord?"
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 23:42:24</strong>
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				Viral was standing peering over a map. A small table had been prepared for two persons.<br>The scent of food was tantalizing.<br>He looked up and turned around, rolling up the map.<br>"So I have. I take it my retainer wasn't... 'too rough'" he said. Mentally he could already see the two of them in conflict. The mental image had something erotic. "Tonight you will dine with me... you may sit down" he said calmly as he put away the map. His cabine was a bit cramped and functional though it had a modicum of luxury to underline his superior position to others aboard the vessel. He was oddly lacking in excess. Either due to necessity, philosophy or both.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 06:46:06</strong>
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				She shakes her head, ignoring the growling in her stomach at the sight of the food. <br><br>"No. She is to be commended - very concerned about seeing your wishes carried out. Loyalty is unusual for one of her ilk, when not set to murder. I suppose it says something about the quality of her lord."<br><br>She sits, studying the cabin slightly. Larger than hers - although hers was a prison cell, so it was not difficult to accomplish. <br><br>"May I ask why you've asked me to dine with you, instead of sending your shadow down with a hunk of bread and tepid water?"
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 16:34:55</strong>
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				Yes... a little wrestling match between the two ladies would be entertaining but brief. The High Elf was hardly a gladiator.<br>"She is... a unique female" he said. "That is why I allowed her into my service" he said.<br>"Who knows. Perhaps I plan to rape you tonight?" he said almost casually as he took a bottle of wine. "Or perhaps I prefer my price well fed and hence esthetically pleasing?" he poured them both a glass. "Feed. Your pride will not protect you from hunger. And don't you think you may need all the strength you can muster" he said. He approached her and offered her a cup.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 18:23:48</strong>
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				"Perhaps." comes her simple answer as she takes the cup, sipping experimentally at the wine. Ulthuan vintages were better - it was difficult to grow grapes in the frozen northern reaches of the Dark Elves miserable home, but it was...acceptable.<br><br>In truth, she had become resigned to the idea that she would, eventually, be raped. The idea hadn't deadened her enough that she wouldn't scream when it happened, of course, but as far as idle threats were concerned, it made for a poor one. He was telling the truth however, she was hungry, and she expected whatever her fate, in the future she would be grateful for scraps, and look back on a full meal with fondness.<br><br>Quietly she begins to eat.
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				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 13:42:20</strong>
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				He joined her and ate in silence. Finally he asked <strong>"So tell me... do you have siblings? A husband?"</strong> he asked casually.<br>Smalltalk with a Druchii Highborn... that was new.<br>She noticed he was studyin her features at times, the flawless blue eyes, the perfect skin. And of course the tempting hint of cleavage, which unlike among the Dark Elves was subtle and tasteful.<br>He put a bit of meat into his mouth. The Dark Elves pillaged many things. Undoubtly the tasty meat was part of the loot from a recent raid on the coast of Bretonnia or the Empire.<br>As dinner continued...<br><strong>"I won't bother asking you to betray your pathetic kindred. But tell me... how far would you go to save yourself?"</strong> he glanced at her. He put down fork and knife. He ate with an unexpected sophistication. Clearly the Highborn of the Dark Elves at least still held up a modicum of sophistication.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 17:52:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The meal is strangely awkward, a veneer of polite sophistication layered atop less savory truths. While she might be flattered by a man admiring her figure under normal circumstances, beneath his relatively polite surface, he had made it clear he had every right to just take what he wanted. And the small, idle chat they engaged in veered swiftly toward her fate.<br><br>"I have siblings - a brother, and a sister both. As for a husband, I remain unwed."<br><br>She sighs, stalling for time while she chews a bite of food before continuing.<br><br>"That depends I suppose on what I am saving myself from."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 00:01:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Death for one or worse..."</strong> he said. <strong>"You have knowledge and talents I may be able to use. If you can play the role of ignorant slave"</strong> he added with an almost conspiratory tone. <br><strong>"Mages and highranking nobles like yourself... well... they fetch a high price but especially mages... tend to find 'most' unpleasant fates</strong>" he said.<br>He sipped from his drink <strong>"However, it would not be beneficial to me should I loose a potential... 'asset'"</strong> he stated dryly.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 00:24:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is the 'or worse' that is at the crux of the question. Your kind seems to have an infinite capacity for creativity in that regard."<br><br>She chews thoughtfully, listening to the plan he's outlining. "Lets see if I follow you. In order to save myself from something doubtlessly horrific, you'll...shelter me. Let me pretend I'm some lowborn common girl, enough that I'll be easy enough to keep. In exchange, you get your very own pet Arch Mage."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 09:47:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pro-active little thinker aren't we?" he said amused.<br>"But are you obedient? Come sit in my lap" he said as he shoved his chair a bit behind.<br>The way he looked at her caused her to shiver. He was up to something. But what?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 20:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elven woman frowns softly, regarding him for a moment, clearly less than enthusiastic about obeying him. She does at least have an understanding of the consequences of defying him however, and dutifully rises, going to his side of the table, sitting gingerly on his right thigh, half-perched there.<br><br>"Satisfactory?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 11:25:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed immensely amused by her reaction.<br><strong>"Tssss..."</strong> he said. He moved his fingers through her long blonde locks.<br><strong>"You High Elves can be so... boring"</strong> he noted. He began to unbuckle the belt around her waist and casually discarded it.<br><strong>"What would you say if I raped you here and now?"</strong> he stated bluntly.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 06:01:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lets out a small whimper as he starts to slowly undress her, his hands running through her hair. The slender woman's body tenses, and she begins to pull away from him, her expression pleading.<br><br>"I..." she gathers herself a bit "...would not give your crew, or that Witch fiend of yours, the satisfaction of hearing me scream."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 18:17:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled amused at her remark.<br>She truly was beautiful. <strong>"Did you enjoy our old fight?" </strong>he whispered<strong> "Did you crave to see me die?"</strong> he whispered and then nipped her pointy ear. He slowly began to open her blue and white attire, eager to unbare her beauty.<br>He pinned her on the table, her legs around him. She was effectively stuck. <strong>"Give yourself to me willingly..."</strong> he said slyly <strong>"And I shall see to it that nobody else will defile you..."</strong> he said. <strong>"You have my word..."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 22:14:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivers softly as he nips at her ear, his hands undressing her with efficient, expert movements, her body laid bare before him, her dress now nothing more than a faint bit of cushioning against the coarse surface of the table. She squirms once, testing her position, knowing that exposed as she was, her consent or lack thereof would not change the course of events.<br><br>But there was a promise, that she would not be shared. Not whored to the crew, or put on display...<br><br>Her eyes closed, a tear trickling down her cheek, she nods.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 16:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His tongue licked away the tear. <strong>"Have you ever had a man?" </strong>he asked. <strong>"Of any species?" </strong>he teased. Surprisingly he backed away a bit as she sat on the table. He slowly slid down her long shapely leg. His hands skillfully massaged her flawless limb. He seemed to enjoy the sight of the divine skin.<br>His lips slid downwards as he went, fluttering in an unending caress. As his hands reached her boot, he gave it a gentle tuck. He seemed intent on slowly stripping her of her last pieces of clothing...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 21:46:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shudders as his tongue graces her cheek, and winces as her boots are removed, the last element of clothing she has on falling to the floor. She bows her head, her humiliation clear at offering herself to this man, letting him undress her, willingly giving herself to him...<br><br>"I have had lovers. I am no virgin, if that is what you are asking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 11:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Surprisingly he responded <strong>"Good. Virgins are overrated"</strong> he said. He slid his hands over her long leg, clearly enjoying it's graceful appearance as he kissed down it. As he reached her foot, he slid his lips over it, nipping gently as he went.<br>The man oozed confidence. In fact he had done so too when they fought. Most men would've been weary or fearful after what had happened that day, if anything... it only spurred this enigmatic Druchii on. <br>He nipped her big toe and looked up. <strong>"You can make this more pleasant for yourself by telling me what you enjoy..." he said "If not... I shall merely do what I want... and do so unpleasantly."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 19:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman lets out a small, hesitant noise. He is asking her to compound her humiliation, her shame by guiding him. She shivers slightly, but the threat...it hangs over her. Her mind screams at her to avoid the pain, his cruelty. But her soul rebels. She has yielded enough to him - if she was not careful, in avoiding his terrors, she would lose what was hers.<br><br>"I...I have given myself to you. That is enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 09:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"A mistake..."</strong> he merely said. He released her foot. His worship of her leg and foot had been tender and flattering in any other situation. The affectionate edge left him though as he realized she had not truly given herself. He rose up and grabbed her throat with a slender strong hand. His skin pale, his gaze dark. He looked as if he'd hit her. Instead he maintaind a position between her legs and forced her to kiss him.<br>His tongue forced a way into her mouth, meeting hers...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 08:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpers softly as his gentle touch vanishes, but she knew the consequences of her decision, and will bear it. Gasping as he grabs her throat, her eyes wide with fear, she lets out a protesting little moan as his tongue forces its way past her lips, though she soon yields to the kiss. Her eyes are closed and her body trembles, but as promised, she does not seem to be actively resisting him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 17:31:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gently bit her shoulder. His armor was cold to the touch. He held her long blonde hair, forcing her to stay in a position that pleased him.<br>The moist warm sensation of his tongue slid across her smooth cheek.<br><strong>"Nothing to say?"</strong> he whispered in her ear.<br>He pinned her onto the table now. Her back denied the cold touch of the table's surface by the clothing that lay on it.<br>His gaze was studying her flawless breasts and as he leaned forward he began to kiss and lick each in turn.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 17:49:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squirms softly under his cold touch, held in place by the forceful hand gripping her hair, feeling his tongue trace across her face, pinned helplessly to the table. She turned her head as far as his grip on her hair would allow, tears trickling down her cheeks. <br><br>"Please...I gave myself willingly...have mercy. D...don't make me debase myself further..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 15:19:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Careful unless you anger me..."</strong> he said amused.<br>He suddenly got of her and forced her onto her stomach.<br><strong>"You're not indulging me... hence I shall... punish you"</strong> he held her waist for a moment. He suddenly slapped her pale behind thrice...<br>It suddenly became clear to her what he was up to as he prepared to enter her violently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 08:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grunts as she is forced onto her stomach, breasts pressed against the hard wood of the table, squirming frantically as he feels him behind her. The force of his slaps cause her to yelp softly, and she grits her teeth, promising herself she wouldn't beg for any more favors from him, even as he is poised to rape her - she presumes in a way she will find quite painful.<br><br>"Isha protect me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 20:57:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard movement and then he pressed her hands onto her back. Something leathery was wrapped around her wrists. He was tying them!<br><strong>"Khaine will make sure you suffer and are unheard"</strong> he taunted.<br><strong>"Ready?"</strong> he said.<br>It was then she felt something hard and warm against her behind. He was not going to enter gently... let alone in any fashion that was acceptable to her kind! <strong>"Beg me..."</strong> he said icily, lust in his voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 00:34:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pants frantically, struggling against the leather bonds, though she is helplessly tied at this point, her tugs doing little but tightening the knots. It does give the Dark Elf an excellent view of her rear as she squirms frantically. Her voice cracks, tears coming from her eyes, her voice hollow and defeated.<br><br>"Mercy, please...I beg you, be gentle and I will come to you willing and eager."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 13:52:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard him chuckle yet could not see him.<br>His strong hand against the back of her neck, he kept her pinned down. Her pale slender arms unable to move as she strained her improvized bindings.<br><strong>"I shall 'consider' it"</strong> he said. What came next was sudden, brutal and unexpected. He slid into her. A mixture of odd sensations washing over her as he maintained a thrusting pace. It hurt yet gave her oddly pleasant sensations intermixed. His strength and her position, giving her no room to escape the vile assault.<br><strong>"Like that do you?"</strong> he taunted mercilessly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 22:02:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elven woman pinned beneath him screams in a combination of pain and humiliation, bucking slightly under his firm grip, unable to do much more than squirm - fairly pleasantly actually - against him. She let out an anguished groan, submitting to the assault, her struggles weakening.<br><br>"You know I don't..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 09:39:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Liar"</strong> he merely said. He was trying to provoke her.<br>Suddenly she felt him slow down, his grip tightening as a pleased shudder ran through his body.<br>Her captor had orgasmed...<br>Sliding out of her, it seemed as if the ordeal was over but grabbing her blonde locks, he pulled his restrained captive closer to him.<br>Her scent was pleasant and nipped her bare <strong>shoulder.<br>"Nothing to say?"</strong>.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 20:47:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Groaning as she feels him shudder and climax within her, the sound is full of grief and pain. Trembling, she is pulled closer to him, whimpering in pain as she tugs her hair, whimpering as he nips her shoulder.<br><br>"Please, you've taken your pleasure..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 22:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Druchii released her abruptly. His mood shifting to her surprise.<br><strong>"You're no fun"</strong> he said. He walked to a tray with goblets and poured himself another shot of wine.<br>Glancing back at her, he watched her heaving anxious body.<br>She was a fine prize. Fine indeed.<br>But it would not be easy to keep her.<br><strong>"If you wish to survive and not end up a gruesomely sacrificed Elf... destined to bloody the altars of Khaine you shall need to be obedient and ensure you are worth the trouble"</strong> he slid a hand through her long golden locks. His free hand still held a cup of wine.<br><strong>"It will be... interesting"</strong> he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 00:39:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The proud sorceress crumpled to the ground, shivering on the deck of his cabin, feeling him slowly leak out of her.<br><br>"Was my rape not sport enough for you Captain? Have I not been obedient?" Her eyes were tear-streaked as he laced his hand through her hair, holding her head as he mused on her fate.<br><br>"What more do you wish from me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 12:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaned forward and smirked. His evil grin had a predatory smile.<br><strong>"It's only rape because you're too stubborn to enjoy yourself"</strong> he said. <br>His lips lingered close to hers as he slid his fingertips along her neck. <strong>"What I want is simple... obedience"</strong> he said.<br><strong>"You are mine now. Accept it. Endure it. And learn to enjoy it..."</strong> he said <strong>"The day you learn to gain advantage from the disadvantage is when you've learned to truly be one of the Druchii..."</strong><br>He pulled back his hand.<strong> "You shall sleep with me tonight. You may rest now and enjoy the basic comforts of my quarters. I have a few matters to discuss with my underlings"</strong> he said <strong>"See to it you cause no mischief..."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 19:48:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She trembled softly as he told her what he wanted, gave voice to one of her fears - that she would lose herself in this, become on of them. A low-born, chained and enslaved one of them, but with the mind of the Druchii none the less. <br><br>"Thank you" she said as she slinked quietly to his bed, bruised and defeated, knowing that even taking advantage of such scant comforts would undoubtedly come at a degrading cost. She curled up tightly, drawing a fine blanket around herself, huddling in a corner of the bed while the Captain went to go consult with his underlings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 14:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stayed away unusually long and the door opened. But the person who entered was not her vile protector.<br>It was not Commander Shadowstryke. It was the cruel and icy beauty of his female retainer. As her gaze took her in, she noticed that the ravenhaired and paleskinned beauty held... a riding crop!<br>She had a vicious smirk. Attached to her belt were a long curved dagger and a whip. On her back she currently carried two blades. Her outfit left little to the imagination. Her belts were black with silver buckles. Her chest was large and alluring by Elvish standards though underperforming compared to her own 'set'.<br><strong><em>"The Commander is dealing with an unforeseen problem... I think I shall use that time to entertain myself..."</em></strong> she hissed. She threateningly tapped the crop in the open palm of her long slender hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 22:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sorceress hisses in a combination of fear and hate, her eyes on the riding crop, and the Witch Elf's customary weaponry. Her gaze then shifts, desperately searching for a knife, a sword, a weapon of some kind to defend herself with.<br><br>"Touch me not Hag," the sorceress spits, scrambling to the corner of the bed, "I am not yours to serve, and have been given leave to rest."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 12:26:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The evil Druchii snickered and leaned forward, forcing her chin up with the riding crop. <em><strong>"Don't worry i won't blemish you much... just enough to remind you who is the 'rider' and who the 'beast'"</strong></em> she slapped her cheek suddenly with the flat of her long pale hand.<br>The woman was a stunning beauty but her gaze was venomous and evil.<br><em><strong>"On all fours like the beast you are..."</strong></em> she hissed with a commanding tone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 20:31:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sorceress's head snapped to the side at the slap, her cheek turning a pale shade of pink where she had been struck. Her expression still firm and resistant, reinforced by the wicked look in the other woman's eyes, she shook her head.<br><br>"I am no beast, and you are not who I have sworn myself to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 22:31:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slapped her cheek gently with the ridingcrop.<br><em><strong>"Feisty... how nice"</strong></em> she said with a vicious tone.<br>The High Elf mage could see the firm athletic body of the Druchii. Her attire left little to the imagination.<br>The female 'predator' smirked<em><strong> "Besides... you need practice if you wish to please your new master" </strong></em>she said amused by something beyond the prisoner's knowledge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 00:32:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced as the crop struck her cheek, flinching slightly. She held herself steady against the Witch Elf, knowing that if she showed the woman a sign of weakness, a hint of submission, it would be over. She would be drowned in a tide of violence, malice and fear.<br><br>"I am his to train...n...not yours." She could feel her resolve fading, afraid of what this nearly naked woman might do, or if she knew some secret that would haunt the high elf standing before her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 10:48:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned <em><strong>"I shall break you in. And then you will entertain my lord by pleasuring me"</strong></em> she said.<br><em><strong>"It is 'our way'"</strong></em> she said almost seductively. As she crawled on all fours on the bed, advancing on the High Elf. Her prey found herself cornered against the head of the luxurious bed.<br><em><strong>"I can tell you how to please him"</strong></em> she tried through subtlety. <em><strong>"Indulge me and I shall tell you how to stay in his good graces..."</strong></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 17:22:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sorceress whimpered as she was cornered, the witch elf all subtle hints and promises, seductive glances and dark words. Finally, she bowed to the inevitable, lowering her head, and with it, all signs of her resistance.<br><br>"Do what it is you intend to do with me...I will submit, but show me how to please him, if this is to be my fate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 12:54:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The female Druchii smirked maliciously.<br><strong>"On all fours wench... on the bed"</strong> he said <strong>"Show me how 'humble' you can be goldhair...</strong>" she spat venomously. The way she slapped her ridingcrop against the palm of her hand bode ill for her skin.<br>As expected the evil Dark Elf enjoyed the bittersweet pleasure of the body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 14:09:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trembling, the elven sorceress crept from her cowering place in the corner, uttering a silent prayer for strength - and oddly, that the captain would arrive soon, and rescue her from this fate. Getting on to all fours, her sex facing away from the woman, she kept her head low, trying to look subservient. As the crop hit the woman's hand she winced slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 21:13:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slid the ridingcrop over her cheek.<br><em><strong>"Has he already claimed you once? I presume he did... what did you learn about his preferences?"</strong></em> she slid the crop over the curve of her back, moving along the side of the bed and then suddenly, slapping her behind with a singular 'whack' on her behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 07:31:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, yelping as the crop struck her, cowering slightly. "He...he seemed to enjoy me helpless, but unbound..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 23:25:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"So he went easy on you this time. Interesting"</strong></em> she said. The crop hit her behind again and again. Not strong enough to pierce the skin but more enough to cause a sharp biting sting. Suddenly the hitting stopped and the dark beauty leaned forward and licked the reddened skin, soothing the pain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 12:07:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She flinched as she was struck again, watched in wide-eyed confusion as the dark, dangerous Witch Elf leaned in, her soft, warm tongue remarkably gentle on her stinging flesh. She shivers, not out of cold but out of fear and sensation, though she remains still.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 22:07:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Dark Elf woman leaned back behind her. <strong>"Turn around Elf... let us prepare to put up a show for our master"</strong> she stretched her shapely leg. <strong>"Turn around and pay hommage to your dark queen... and you may render her... forgiving"</strong> she stated.<br><strong>"Remove the boot first"</strong> she ordered. Her slender foot clad in black leather.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 07:40:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cowering at the Witch Elf's feet, she nods, her eyes down and worried, though grateful the woman has moved on from beating her. Her hands trembling slightly, she begins unlacing the tight, smooth leather boots she wears before sliding them off her delicate foot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 11:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her leg was long, firm and shapely. The foot she revealed was just as flawless. No calusses, no imperfections.<br>She arched and gently moved her foot.<strong> "Kiss it and tell me what a pathetic dirty little slut you are mage... and tell me how you deserved your spanking..."</strong> she smiled wickedly at the blonde beauty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 06:29:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The mage frowned, cowering at the woman's feet, but refusing to debase herself quite that much. She lowers her lips to the woman's foot, kissing it, before speaking in a soft voice.<br><br>"I am only what you have made me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 17:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"Made you?"</strong></em> she said then snickered maliciously. <em><strong>"Oh... not yet. But in time"</strong></em> her other boot moved to her. The leather slid over her flawless skin, the boot's tip poked her gender teasingly before sliding upwards over her stomach and between her large breasts. <em><strong>"Lick the sole of my boot"</strong></em> she said, she clearly got her kick out of dominating the blonde. Her long slender hand slid over her own bare stomach. The which's hand came to rest underneath her purple cloth. Her arousal demanding some 'stimulation' while she awaited the High Elf to obey.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 23:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The high elf remained still in the position she had been told to stay in, feeling the tip of the boot slide over her stomach and between her exposed breasts, acutely aware that a sufficiently savage kick at that moment could likely end her life.<br><br>Ignoring the shameless display above her, she lowered her head, closing her eyes to try to block out the tears welling up, her pink tongue darting out to tap timidly at the sole of the Dark Elf's boot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 11:23:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"Your lack of passion annoys me" she said remove my boot."</strong></em> she ordered. Meanwhile her other foot had slid over her leg and landed between her thighs. Her big toe applying pleasant 'pressure' on her gender. Not enough to cause great pleasure. But the gently 'tapping' and the heat of her soft skin caused blood to pump and the foundations of a future orgasm to take shape. In short, the subtle caress was arousing the blonde elf.<br>The ravenhaired Druchii continued to rub herself, purposely discarding her loincloth. The purple piece of clothing slid onto the floor.<br>As soon as the boot was removed, she pulled back her legs and moved towards her. Sitting on her knees she put her hands on the High Elf's shoulders and leaned forward. To the blonde's surprise, their lips met and the evil woman passionately kissed her.<br>Their rigid nipples pointed at each other...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Rise in Station (Mercurial and Darthvegeta800)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The high elf woman obediently removes her boot, bearing the insistent, demeaning attention of the woman as best she can. Of course she lacked passion - she felt nothing for this woman, save fear and perhaps shame. The Druchii did not take lovers in the same way, but she would not respond warmly to her captor, a tormentor.<br><br>Still, she let out a small squeak of surprise as the woman kissed her, her eyes widening.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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