Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]
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				Title: <strong>Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 01:41:14</strong>
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				Elle Kallista 'Kali' Peyton huffed for the hundreth time tonight. She huffed over the lack of sleep. Huffed and puffed over how her finals were pushing her to the breaking point. Even huffed over the thought of how much food she consumed to keep herself awake through her studying. She swore the convenience store clerk had a look of fright when she dumped a slew of junk food onto the counter which totaled a good fifty dollars. Fifty dollars spent on food to make sure she did not crash and burn for the studying and the finals which were coming up in one more day. While some of the students were trying to drink their sorrows at the thought of finals tonight, she here in the library pushing herself to study for another hour.<br><br><em>Come to me, my angel of music...come...</em><br><br>Her ears perked at the sound of the voice, her attention moving from the psychology textbook laid out in front of her to who was speaking those words. If she did not know it any better someone was watching or listening to Phantom of the Opera in the library. Checking her watch, it was close to midnight and far too late for music or video to be played unless it was the librarian trying to entertain herself. Glancing around, Elle noticed she was the only one save for the janitor in this area. Since the janitor was an elderly man with no attached music buds to his ears then it had to be the librarian. "Hopefully she enjoys past the point of no return," she muttered beneath her breath as she removed her glasses to rub at her eyes. Working for her bachelor's degree in couple's therapist was wearing her out. She could not remember the last time she sat back and chatted with her friends nor talked on the phone with her family. Both her parents were living the gypsy life after sending off their only child to college and wanted to get in as much traveling in Europe as possible in a minivan packed with most of their belongings. Even if she tried to call her father it would be next to impossible with his adverse to taking calls while enjoying the sights in Europe. She usually awaited their calls on her cell phone and most of the time it was short voicemails to combat the rate of international phone calls.<br><br><em>Come to me...Elle...come...</em><br><br>Alright, now that she knew was not in the soundtrack of Phantom of the Opera. She was pretty sure no actor in the movie soundtrack would slip up and call out her name. A name which was even close to Christine weirded her out. Another glance around showed the janitor was several stacks away from her and the librarian was nowhere in sight. Sighing, she stood up from her seat, satisfied to hear a few bones pop and muscles stretch out and headed off to check out who was calling her. Maybe it was one of her friends trying to scare the hell out of her to keep her awake longer. If it was one of her friends she was going to hug after punching them in the arm for trying to give her a heart attack. <br><br>"Leena, stop trying to scare me. I am sorry for not going to the party today," she whispered, her eyes trying to find where her friend was hiding. For her friend to get her attention, Leena had to be close by. Hearing the whisper again, she frowned at the location of where her good friend might be. If her assumptions were correct then the voice was coming not two bookshelves away, the farthest distance a person could whisper in the dead of night at a library but five bookshelves further. Seven bookshelves away for her friend Leena to whisper and have those words reach Elle's ears was impossible. Maybe her friend was getting better at whispering though from the last time Leena whispered during social psychology and gotten the two of them into trouble, Elle was not betting on it.<br><br>She called out to Leena to unveil herself but when no snorting of laughter or Leena voice came, she frowned in confusion. If Leena was not calling to her then who was? The thought of some sort of pervert or rapist came to mind and it made Elle aware of the nearest escape routes. If the pervert or rapist tried to grab her she had a few seconds to scream for help before the attacker tried to to knock her out. Inching away from the bookshelf, she stopped when the voice called out to her again, this time more forcefully. "Aww, hell," she muttered beneath her breath as she ran back to the table to grab her book bag and textbooks. Slinging the strap of her book bag over herself, she held onto her textbooks until her knuckles tightened but she was not about to drop a book and give an attacker the chance to assault her. In fact, she could use one of the books to fling at his head or bash him in the neck or groin, the points she was told might stop an assailant in his tracks.<br><br>Elle kept herself to going around each table to give her space from the bookshelves and the mysterious male in the library with her. If the mystery psycho killer might run out of the lanes he would have go jump over the tables and a few of the chairs to get to her. When that happen, she could beat feet and throw her books at him. Good plan, she told herself as she made her way through the rows of tables and chairs, her eyes glancing everywhere for signs of the intruder. Making it to the fifth lane of where she assumed the assailant might be, she went a bit brave and threw a paperball down the lane where she guessed the guy's head must be. "I know you are there," she called out, palming her cell phone. She threatened to call the police and held her nokia phone in front of her. No sound came from the lane and she punched in the number nine.<br><br>Really, Elle had no clue what made her do it. Could be the adrenaline rush she received from being able to take control of this unnerving situation. Might have been the surge of caffeine and sugar in her system. That she would later blame for her foolishness as Elle entered into the section where a few shelves contained romantic fiction novels. The library wanted to spruce itself up and bring more students to stick around in the place by adding several more genres to its shelves. Romance, sci-fi, fantasy, non-fiction, comics, the list went on the non-college textbooks housed in the building. Other than the books there was no one else in the area. Strange but then the pervert moved areas when she figured out his game plan.<br><br>Satisfied she might have averted the danger of being raped or murdered, Elle let her guard down a bit. "Maybe I should head home now," she said aloud as she turned to head out of the place. The nudge of something at her foot stopped her progress, bringing her attention to see the item in question. A book. Not unusual given where she was. Thinking the would be murderer bumped against the shelf and knocked the book out, she bent to return it to its rightful place. Upon turning the book to see the title of the book to see if it might interest her, it opened with a crack of thunder. "What the?," she started but never finished what she wanted to say as she was soon sucked into the pages of the book. With another crack, the book fell once more to the ground showing its cover. 1001 Nights. <br><br>"Ahhh fuck!," she cried out as she broke her fall on a bed of lush pillows. Face smashed into one of the pillows, she coughed and groaned before she pushed herself into a upright position. Elle had no idea what just happened but all she remembered was being thrust through some sort of door and into a black hole. The only question was where the hell she was and if she could get a ride back home. Oh how unaware she was of where and when exactly she was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>28-12-2008, 02:12:15</strong>
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				The room she found herself in certainly fitted the Arabian Nights theme, with marble looking pillars rising in a ring around the cushions she found herself amidst. Torches burned in wall sconces, and a pair of men in loose looking robes stared intently at her. One, an oldish man, 50s perhaps, was leaning on a carved staff, and looking rather exhausted, with beads of sweat gleaming on both his bald head and hooked nose.<br><br>The other man looked perhaps late 20s, also bald, though with the slight stubble on his head this might have been an affection. "Is this the one, master?" he enquired, looking between the older man and Elle, where she was rising to her feet.<br><br>"She is." the voice sounded about as haggard as the older man looked, but there was an intensity to his gaze. The look he gave her was .. triumphant.<br><br>The younger man turned, the movement attracting Elle's gaze. In face, over his shoulder, at a high arched window she could see another face, though this one was apparently upside down. When it noticed her own gaze, it grinned, winked and vanished upwards.<br><br>"Know that you are in the presence of Jalal, the exalted, the most wise, Grand Vizier to the Sultan himself, may he live forever." intoned the younger man, looking down at her. "Know also that you are greatly honoured, as you have been chosen to be my masters gift to the Sultan, and his newest bride. Your looks will make you the very jewel in the crown that is his harem."<br><br>He clapped his hands, and a young boy dressed in little more than a loincloth stepped forwards, holding what appeared to be a few strips of a diaphanous material. "You will remove those." the man continued, gesturing towards her clothes, "And dress according to your new position."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-12-2008, 02:45:15</strong>
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				Rubbing her aching bottom, Elle frowned at the place she was in. This was not the university's library nor was it the university's drama department she assumed she had stumbled into. Wait, she told herself, she had not been anywhere near the drama department. In fact, the drama department for the university was on the other side of where the library was situated in. Not anywhere near the off campus apartment where she lived in. "Weird," she muttered as she patted herself down for her glasses to get a better look at the people around her. Elle had her contact compact in her book bag but she preferred to use her reading glasses whenever possible. Besides, she would have lost her contacts from the shake down she went through tonight.<br><br>Glasses pushed back onto her face, she glanced around the place a few times and frowned. She must have be in a dream or something because where she was at the moment reminded her too much of Disney's Aladdin. Though from the looks of things, this place looked a lot cheaper than the tv movie of 1001 Nights she saw on Sci-Fi. Usually her dreams held a few beef cakes and one of them vying to feed her peeled grapes in a loincloth. The people surrounding her were not beef cakes, only one wore a loincloth and she guessed the one wearing the loincloth was too young for her to even try anything, let alone flirt with. <br><br>A movement caught her eye as she narrowed them to see a face grin and wink at her. Wink at her? While upside down? Maybe she was asleep or even tripping off of some mushrooms, given the fact she was against using drugs to alter her state of mind. Did not take too long for the conversations to catch up to her and her frown became even more deeper. The one who talked about her being the one could have been her grandfather though te man looked too mean-looking to be her happy and gracious grandpa. Nope, this one looked as if he could be that Jafar from Aladdin and wondered where his parrot might be off to. Elle looked around for the red parrot and when she found only but the young boy in the loincloth still near her holding some sort of material, then she went to work on figuring where the hell she was. She knew she was not in Kansas, scratch that, California anymore. Still, she would ask where she was and to call her a cab. <br><br>"Look, I am no one's wife and unless I am tripping from lack of sleep, then you have the wrong female to marry off to some imaginary Sultan. As if I would let anyone marry me off without permission. I have rights you know," she explained, her eyes going from the Jafar male to the younger one who looked a bit like the rent boy she had seen working the corner where she lived. Yes, she must be dreaming, she told herself as she made her way off of the plush of pillows to go on her way. Once she walked away and started pinching herself, Elle would realize she was not in a dream but for now she let herself think it was one for the moment. 
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 16:13:29</strong>
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				Elle's musing was brought to an abrupt end as the butt of the staff of the old man ... Jalal presumably ... caught her low in the stomach. The blow was hard, hard enough to drive the air out of her and send her halfway to her knees. <br><br>"What you had is of no consequence." he said, voice still haggard, but slightly stronger. He was standing a few steps away from her now, leaning heavily on the staff, with an expression that looked like he was sucking on a lemon. "You are here now. I brought you here, and here you will do as you are told, or you will suffer the consequences. Now, woman, you will put on what you have been given, or I will have Qadir cut those outlandish things from your body, and beat you til you realise your place."<br><br>The younger man clicked his fingers, and the boy stepped forwards again, still holding the wisps of silk from before. <br><br>"Now woman, obey." continued the younger man. There was a light in his eyes that indicated he was quite looking forwards to seeing Elle naked .. or perhaps it was the thought of beating her. Her eyes were drawn to the quirt that hung from his belt, and that his hand was resting on, and lightly rubbing.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 17:20:40</strong>
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				Gritting her teeth, she cursed at Jafar as she fell to her knees. Searching through her back pocket Elle managed to pull out her small mace to get the bastard in the face, pressing the red button to release the spray. Oh, how much joy she would get from seeing him writing in pain. No way on God's green earth she was going to undress in front of this pervert nor let him lay his hands on her. If he tried anything, she knew the focal points to hit him. Neck, nose, groin and stomach though she itched to knee him in his crotch. <em>Get a bit closer you geezer and I will make sure you sing Acapella.</em><br><br>She eyed the younger boy from the corner of her eye and she held up a hand to tell him to back off. No use in the little guy getting the pepper spray but if he tried anything, he would get it in his adam's apple. "I am no horse nor dog to be told what to do at someone else's bidding," she stated, shaking her head. Wherever she was, this was not a dream because she would have woken up a long time ago. This was not her fantasy, this was coming out to be more like a nightmare as the seconds ticked by.<br><br>"Now, someone call me a fucking cab and I might not use the baton I have in my book bag on someone's knee cap," she said as she stood back up to her feet. She made her way backwards on the bed of pillows her ballet flats squishing down the satin of the pillows. If her assumptions were correct when she glanced around, there was a hallway that might lead to the nearest freeway. Elle guessed the attacker must have gotten to her and brought her back to some harem strip club. No way she was going to dance for these men, not in a million years. Elle would have to be on something to even contemplate removing her clothes for these idiots.
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 20:37:52</strong>
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				The older man jerked back from Elles out-thrust arm, enough that he managed to avoid at least some of the spray. He still went flailing away, half wearing, half screaming something, the younger one jumping forwards to assist him. The boy with the silks had dropped to his knees, and all but buried his head in them, prostrating himself on the floor.<br><br>The younger man turned anger filled eyes on Elle and bellowed. "QADIR! SAIF! This wretch has dared harm the master. Take her, strip her, and beat her thoroughly."<br><br>The older man struggled up from the floor, tears marking his cheeks, "Do not kill the bitch. Take everything from her, and tie her to the whipping pole. Use the soft leathers .. the Sultan will not want her scared. Whip her til she screams herself raw, then whip her as long again."<br><br>Before the old man had finished more than 3 words a pair of man mountains had appeared in the nearest archway, dressed only in baggy trousers and leather belts, from which they were drawing very large looking curved swords. Each of the men must have been close to 6'3" or 6'4" in height, and had the build of someone who had worked out a lot in the gym in the past, but didn't do it quite so much now.<br><br>Still, the swords appeared to weigh very little from the effortless way they were starting to move them, and they split apart, to come at Elle from different sides.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 20:51:38</strong>
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				Elle enjoyed seeing the Jafar impersonator flail about and string from the pain of the pepper spray. No one had the right to tell her what to do unless she wanted to do it. He was not her father nor would her father ask her to do such a vile thing. Though now she wished she had given a nice whack to the side of the younger one's head for screaming out for someone to come and beat her. She reached inside her bag and flung an unpeeled orange at the boy's head, wanting to shut him up before he roused the whole strip club.<br><br>The Jafar male dared call her a bitch? To her face? Now she wished Leena was here to throw her friend's boot at the older male's face. Calling women dogs was degrading and unethical. How would the man liked it if she called him a rabid dog though from the looks of it he was certainly acting like one. A rabid dog and one who was ordering for the two males the younger one called out for to harm her. She looked in the direction of mountains stomping down a corridor and she had to stop herself from cursing outloud.<br><br>"Aww hell to the naw," she muttered beneath her breath as she started to make her way towards the hallways. She guessed the Sinbad-looking thugs were not going to take it easy on her but from the way she handled herself earlier, she already made her assumptions. Still, she was not about to let herself be stripped and whipped. This place might not have been a strip club afterall but some underground sex trade. There was no way she was going to be tied up and down for someone else's pleasure while it cost her severe amount of pain. Elle avoided pain as much as possible; right now the thought of being stripped and whipped was a pain she did not want to go through.<br><br>Searching through her bag, she managed to find her steel baton she received as a gift from one of her uncles. He had worried she might be attacked in the middle of the night after she was let out of her night classes and insisted she use one of the police certified batons. She relented only after her uncle threatened to be her bodyguard and escort her everywhere if she did not accept. Whipping out the baton along with a few more fruits to use on the guards, she hissed at them. "Stay back, I have bombs!," she cried out, hoping the thugs were a lot dumber than their weight showed them otherwise. 
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 00:31:59</strong>
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				Her threats gave the two giants only moments paused, enough for them to exchange a glance, and then step wider apart. They moved in quickly, blades slicing through the air, seemingly content to test her reactions with the baton. Steel belled on steel, the impact sending little shocks down Elle's club and into her arm.<br><br>The two mountains seemed to be taking their time, attacking one after the other, constantly forcing her to move, and to react to them. The distance between them meant she couldn't keep watch on one without losing sight of the other, and it was clear their intent was to force her back into a corner and pin her between them.<br><br>Their blows began to come heavier, the ringing impacts starting to cause strange sensations in her arm. The baton already felt heavier than it did just a minute ago, and neither giant seemed to be even breathing heavily.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 00:44:46</strong>
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				Damn it, these thugs were not stupid as she thought they might be. Still, she threw her oranges at their faces, hoping to pelt them in the eyes if the orange were to squirt its juice in their eyes. She fought as much as she could with the baton. Elle had her classes in learning how to use it on people but never had she learned on using it in a knife fight. With every thrust against her baton she felt her shoulder ache. Every time she moved with her book bags, her body sagged in its extra weight. Fuck she was not going to last much longer but she had to try. <br><br>Though everytime she tried to squeeze through them, she had to step back from being sliced. However she noticed the open spaces to cut her down was not taken. These thugs were merely trying to corner her like a cat and remove her baton from her. She screamed a banshee cry and ran at them with the baton, hoping to scare them off from wanting to cut her to pieces. "Fuck, this sucks," she muttered and kept cursing at them to leave her in peace.
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 01:49:40</strong>
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				The oranges were either ignored or batted away, and either way seemed to not bother the two gorillas in the slightest. They simply continued to advance, smashing their blows into her baton, the ringing of steel filling the air.<br><br>When she lept forwards one stepped into her path, blade coming down hard on her baton, and his arm following it in an attempt to grab her wrist. The other slid aside, surprisingly quickly for someone so big and dropped his sword, coming in from almost behind her, hands extended to grab and hold her arms.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 01:55:01</strong>
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				She screamed out as she felt her wrist being taken against her will. Elle guessed wrong in whether this two would be slow to take her but with the sword fighting and their parry's, she was wrong. Dead wrong by the looks of how everyone was watching her. She would not let up thought and kicked her feet at them, cursing them to hell and damnation. These bastards had no write to think she was going to undress nor let them beat her up for someone's pleasure. Whoever this Sultan was, Elle did not like him anymore than having the Sultan's henchmen trying to make her do things against her will.<br><br>"Let me go! I have rights you know! I am not going to be someone's whore or bitch you assholes," she screamed as she fought against one of the thugs hold. She kicked behind her and smiled when she felt a pop. Elle must have gotten him in his knee cap because the other guard was there to remove her from his grasp. Shaking her head, she kicked and flailed, asking for the police and for sanctuary. 
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 02:05:05</strong>
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				With the kick, she definitely felt something go, as the guards weight dropped forwards. Thankfully he only staggered rather than collapsing on top of her. Between the two of them they forced her to the floor, pinning her flailing limbs one at a time. The one kneeling on her arms roughly crossed her wrists, and began looping what felt like a thin strip of rough leather around them. The one at her feet had apparently had quite enough of her attempts to loose herself, and sat across her lower legs, pinning her to the ground with his body weight. <br><br>The younger robed individual came around into her view, anger making his features more pinched than they already were. In one hand he held a jeweled dagger, its curved blade glinting in the light. As her wrists were bound, he stepped on top of her, then dropped into a squat, seizing her jaw in his hand, and pointing the tip of the dagger at her nose. <br><br>"Whatever you think you had, whatever you think you can call for, they are gone. Do you understand? You are here now, and whatever you were before, you are now just one more woman, more exotic than most. Can you sing? Tell stories? If not then I'm sure the Sultan won't care if we cut your tongue out. The only reason I won't do it now is you'll need it to scream, and I will enjoy listening to you scream." He traced the tip of the dagger down her cheek, his gaze fierce, almost challenging her to give him a reason to use it.<br><br>With a snort he moved back a step or so and lowered the dagger to her throat instead. The steel felt very cold against her skin as he slid it downwards and began to cut her clothes from her.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 02:16:19</strong>
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				Hawking back a loggie, she spat at him in time before she felt the dagger at her throat. He might want to fuck her dead corpse but she would have liked to been clothed by this point. Wiggling even with limited mobility, she hissed and cursed him to have cancer of the testicles, the member and of his brain, if he had one. "Go to hell," she muttered as she tried to bite him as her clothes were removed. He might have cut off her t-shirt but she had her tank top and bra to go. Same with her jeans since she wore henleys beneath them to keep her legs and thighs warm. Though California might not be a cold state, she was not about to fall under the flu because of her finals.<br><br>Now her finals were further from her mind with the first trying to figure out a way to escape from these binds. "Oh, I can sing. I can sing about how you will die with my hands in your chest, eating your heart. I can tell stories of how you will be castrated and be singing as high as any castrato can," she answered, hissing at him. She cursed at him in the language she knew, Spanish, French and Italian. Called him every foulest thing in the book as the guards helped to remove the torn clothes and her book bag from her. Even a few wondered what the bag held inside. <br><br>"Weapons of mass destruction, you idiot," she muttered before she earned a thrust to her back from one of the guard's knee. It hurt because he was pinning down her tied wrist to her spin. By the time she would get out of this mess, she would need x-rays to see whether she broke any bones in the process. Just once she would like to have a good night and not worry about being sold into sexual slavery. "At least tell me how the fuck I got into this place?," she asked as she spat at the younger male once more. At this point she was down to her skivvies and she felt something else pressing into her bottom. God, she hoped it was another knee because if it was not, she was going to scream and curse again.
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 18:49:33</strong>
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				The knife paused momentarily in its task of slicing away her clothing when she asked how she'd gotten there. After a moment it resumed it's task, and there was an evil sounding chuckle from somewhere above and behind her. "You are only a woman, you could not understand such things." came the reply. "But the Master is a sorcerer of power beyond your feeble comprehension. He was able to reach across the Veil and bring you to us, and here you will be made use off properly."<br><br>With that the knife removed the last of her clothing, leaving her naked as the day she was born, and bound by the strips of leather wrapped around her wrist. The weight of the mans body was removed, but before she could do anything about that she was unceremoniously hauled to her feet by a meaty fist in her hair, and arms taking hers. "Remember, woman, that any foolishness from you will be met by more punishment." came the younger mans voice again.<br><br>The two bruisers dragged her into an enclosed courtyard, forcing a foul tasting leather wrapped stick between her teeth, and binding it tight against the back of her head. Her arms were stretched above her head, and lashed to a ring set into a wooden pole. More straps were produced, lashed around her ankles, and those secured to rings set in the stone floor.<br><br>The younger man came to stand in front of her, quirt held loosely in his hand. "No more venom in you?" he asked, mockingly. "Well, no matter. For your insolence, and your defiance, you will be flogged til you scream yourself hoarse. If necessary, we will repeat this every day, til you learn your place. You will not embarrass my Master when he gives you to the Sultan. You will be the perfect woman; meek, and devoted only to his pleasure." His hand shot out to seize her jaw. "Because if you cannot be, then you are useless to the Master. But perhaps he will let me have you instead."<br><br>One of the gorillas returned at that point, carrying a different looking whipping implement, and the man nodded at him.<br><br>"Begin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 20:22:53</strong>
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				Rolling her eyes at his sexist explanation, Elle struggled harder against the restraints. Even if it was futile, she was not about to let these men think she was going to be submissive and ask for mercy. If they thought she was going to do anything they asked of her, those idiots were dead wrong. Hissing, she glanced over her shoulder, trying to throw her best death glare at him. "Either you are high or I must be because there is no such thing as sorceror, maybe you meant scientists but why would one try to sell me into sex slavery?," she asked as she tried to bite the man's wrist which held the knife. This was outrageous for her to be here. She had to be knocked out completely because she was never a heavy sleeper. One of the reasons she picked an apartment away from noise because it always seemed to keep her up at night and having the apartment decreased the chances of being disturbed. <br><br>Screaming, she tried to pull her legs up as the guards hauled her up. She was not about to let these perverts get an eyeful of her goods. Neck arched as her hair was pulled back, she sneered at the younger man's. "One of these days, I am going to castrate you myself. That I promise," she shot back, trying to dig her heels into the ground while trying her best to cover her mound with one side of her leg. Was this how a female felt when she was kidnapped into slavery? When she made it out of here, she was going to bring the police, the FBI, the CIA and every other government agency on these dirtbag's asses. Her screams were silenced by a nasty tasting gag. She wanted to wretch but knew if she did, these men would take pleasure in her discomfort. Elle was not about to give them any kind of pleasure at all. <br><br>Elle continued to fight as her arms were pulled above, trying to tear the bindings off the wooden pole. If she had to rip her skin to shreds she would before letting these men strike at her. These men were vile if they believed in hurting and abusing females. Oh how she wished she had her book bag with her. In it, she had her camera phone to take photos of these assholes and send them to a website known for exposing abusers, cheaters and con artists. These men would be on the top ten most hated for how they thought she was their bitch. Elle was no one's bitch. Throwing dagger glares and pulling her body to try and hit him with her forehead, she growled around the gag. He was not going to break her spirit nor make her be submissive to anyone. <br><br>Though she knew what would come to pass with being strapped to a pole, Elle was going to try to bite the bullet, moreso, the disgusting gag and get it over with. She had been hit before as a child but only when she had been out of line. Usually she received a smack on the bottom, maybe a sandal to her back though her parents were lenient and took away her phone and television. She learned to respect their decision but right now, the decision of these men hurting her was out of line. Elle might not be in the position to fight off the blows but with some dignity in her, these bastards would not get her to cry. Nope. No crying she told herself. Even if it hurt and broke skin, these bastards would not find pleasure in her tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 02:10:40</strong>
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				The lash fell, the first stroke right across the top of her buttocks, the cord seeming to mould itself to her body, delivering the stinging pain across its entire length. It slithered momentarily across her rear as it was withdrawn, and then fell again, perhaps an inch below the first stroke.<br><br>The younger man stayed in front of her the entire time, just watching. There was an odd glint in his eye, and his hand seemed to fondle the top of his own quirt, as if he longed to use it. While the two large bruisers had dealt with her impassively, there was no mistaking that this one knew full well he was looking on a naked woman, and was enjoying it ... or perhaps enjoying watching what was being done to her.<br><br>Again and again the whip fell, never quite falling into a rhythm .. always a hair faster, a second slower than the previous stroke. The blows moved up and down her body, from her thighs to her back, and back down again, and all the time the man stood in front of her, giving every indication he was enjoying it, savouring her pain like a fine wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 02:25:16</strong>
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				As the lash fell, Elle buried her face into the pole, needing to feel something against her cheek to keep the heat of embarassment and anger from flooding her face. She was in the most vulnerable position to heathens who thought a whip would make her bow down to them and lick their boots. Inside of her, she was angry as all can be that she was stripped bare of everything and forced to take this. If she was not tied up, she would have fought naked and proud to let them know her body was hers and no one else to have. Only she had the right to harm it and as the lash struck against her flesh, she bit down on her cheek to stop the urge to wince.<br><br>The pain at first felt as if someone had smacked her with a sandal. Reminded her of the last time her mother had used a sandal on her as teenager when she cursed beneath her breath. Elle had assumed no one had heard her call her mother a bitch for not letting her go to the library to pick up the new edition of a text she wanted to read. At that time, Elle had been a little tom boyish geek but she reveled in the individuality she held while other teenagers were trying to be like one another. This was how it felt when the whip was smacked a second, third, fourth and various more times against her naked back and bottom. It even further towards her thighs and the backs of her feet. She was strong though her body shook with the strength it took not to cry out and ask to stop. Elle would rather black out from the discomfort and the pain than have the younger man who she knew was stroking himself through his MC Hammer's pants have his disgusting delight in her pain.<br><br>Her body stung from the blows of the whip, her muscles crying out and her skin turning a slight red from where it was struck. Never did she feel the break of skin but after hearing the urgency not to leave any cuts or bruises for the Sultan, she wished she did bleed. Bleed enough to make them stop and release her bonds to inspect she would not get an infection from the wounds. Give them the upperhand for a few seconds before she would slip through their fingers and run as fast as she could. However it was not to be as she bit her tongue in the effort to thwart the silent scream in her throat. "Go to hell," she whispered white knuckled the pole, praying their was a God out there who would send someone to save her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 01:35:25</strong>
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				By the time the rain of blows finished, Elle was all but on her knees, held up by the rope as much as her own efforts. Her scowling watcher grabbed her jaw in his hand, raising her pain filled eyes to his. "Not so full of fire now, are you, woman? Have you learned your place, or shall we see you here again at sunrise?"<br><br>He stepped back, snapping his fingers, and the small slave boy or servant reappeared in her vision, head still downcast, still holding the silks from before. He looked towards her, then his eyes widened and he all but fell over backwards.<br><br>From behind her came a loud thump, the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, then a black clad figure dashed past her, and a fist caught her tormentor square in the nose. He catapulted backwards, blood flying through the air, and crashed into a pillar. His eyes crossed and he sank slowly to the ground. A grinning bearded face, right way up this time, flashed past her, barely ahead of the sweep of a scimitar. <br><br>A moment later it reappeared, holding up a single finger in front of her. "One moment, o star of the desert." With a <em>whup</em> sound he dropped from view, and the scimitar clove into the wooden post. One or other of the gorillas gave a snarl and tried to tug it loose. The black clad figure seemed to flow around him, and there was a meaty sounding thud. The bruiser was abruptly falling forwards and smashed his head into the pillar. As he struggled to raise it, a hand gripped the back of his neck and slammed him forwards three more times. With a groan the man collapsed to the ground.<br><br>The grinning face was now back in front of her. "Ah, truly, your beauty is without peer. I am Karim. Yes, the Karim, doubtless you have heard of me. Fear not, I am here to save you from having to marry that overstuffed camel of a Sultan. He has women enough, and I do not believe he is man enough for one such as you, whom the Gods have surely named Jamillah."<br><br>A groan from behind him signaled that the man was starting to wake. Karim walked over to him, tapping him lightly on the cheeks. "You took quite a blow there, are you alright?"<br><br>There was a muttered moan that might have been a yes.<br><br>"Ah, good." replied Karim and punched him squarely on the jaw, sending him sprawling. He reached into the man's belt, withdrawing a small cloth purse that clinked of coin, with a satisfied noise. He rose and turned, tucking it into his own belt, before walking back to Elle. With a fluid motion he drew his dagger, and sliced it through the rope that bound her to the post. "Now, o star of the desert, let us be away before .."<br><br>He broke off as a small horde of what looked like guards appeared at the end of the corridor, and ran towards them screaming.<br><br>"Before that happens." he said, scooping her up and throwing her over his shoulder. He turned and sprinted away from the guards, a little unsteadily. Turning the corner he uncorked a flask and spread a pool of oil on the ground, before running on. A few moments later came sounds of screams and crashing as the guards hit it.<br><br>"Ah, Gods." Karim exclaimed happily, "I never get tired of that." With a laugh he ran on, through two more corridors and into an open courtyard. He ran towards the wall, grabbed a rope and made a shrill cry. From the far side came the sound of a horse, and the rope shot into the air, taking him straight up 20 feet of wall, as another bunch of guards ran into the courtyard.<br><br>"My thanks to your master." Karim called down. "Truly, his reputation as a generous man is well founded." With a laugh he dropped off the wall, landing in a hay cart beneath, and all but bouncing from it to a waiting horse beyond.<br><br>"You're a madman, you do know that." hissed a figure mounted on a second horse, coiling the rope attached to the saddle.<br><br>Karim just laughed, settling Elle over the saddle in front of him. He tossed the purse to his companion. "Murtada thanks you for your assistance tonight. I'll see you in a few days." With a laugh he spurred the horse into motion, darting through the darkened streets as cries began to sound in the house behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 00:22:17</strong>
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				Elle kept up the farce she was not in pain but she managed to break her natural nails off by digging them into the pole. It hurt like a bitch but at least the pain in her nails pushed aside the pain she felt on her whole back. Her back throbbed and itched, the need to tear her own skin off and wash it consuming her. These men were finding pleasure in her pain and it sickened her to the core. Wherever she ended up, she feared she would never escape this place. End her life here where these men sought to make her a concubine to a Sultan. <br><br>Head raised to meet the bastard's cruel eyes, Elle growled and snapped her jaw, itching to bite his fingers. "No one will break me for someone else's gain, never," she cursed, spitting blood on the ground from her efforts to curtail her screams. She might bite herself over and over to stop the urge to cry out in pain for the rest of the life she spent here but she wanted him to know her submission was not easy to come by. As the small boy came towards her with the silks, she cursed for him to return her clothing to her. When the boy fell back, she had to mentally pat herself on the back for the threat. Though the smile on her cracked lips turned into a frown when she heard thumps and scuffles behind her.<br><br>"What the hell?," she asked, turning her head to the side to see someone cloaked in all black whizzing past all around her. She let those words slip past when she noticed what the cloaked figure managed to knock out the bastard in the nose. Letting out a whoop of laughter, Elle stood up on shaky knees to try and rip herself free of the restraints. Whatever was happening, she wanted to be free to get the hell out of here before it went to hell in a handbasket. Right now, it seemed it was close to getting there.<br><br>Frowning, she gave the fighting stranger a look for him not to call her anything but her name. "Ahh," she cried as she crouched down to avoid having her head lopped off by the huge weapon embedded in the post just where her head had been. When the stranger left her to her own devices Elle used the advantage of the knife to try and slice the bounds wrapped around the post on her wrists. The angle of the sword was a bit difficult but she managed to get it by hunching her right shoulder up and standing on her tip toes. Gave the fighting men the view of her rear but since those blokes were busy with murdering one another, she cared less.<br><br>Elle cursed when the male stranger came back into her sight. "Fuck, you almost made me cut my arm open," she stated, her heart fluttering at the fear of losing her arm to the knife. Karim? Right now, Karim could have introduced himself as Bozo the Clown for all she gave a flying fish but since he mentioned rescuing her, she assumed he was an undercover agent sent to save illegal slaves. However, Karim calling her Jamillah made her wonder if he thought she was merely a slave who was born around here. She would fix his assumptions later but right now the need for clothes and freedom outweight calling him out on her origins. <br><br>"Ahhh, fuck!," she cried out as she jumped from Karim's dagger slicing through the bounds. She had not expected that considering the weight she placed by pulling away from the post to release herself. Elle had managed to make a cut in the wrist binds and tried to rip it further by pulling on her arms. By Karim slicing through the bounds, Elle fell onto her behind, hands coming up to cover herself from the agent's eyes. "Stop calling me desert star, Agent Karim," she muttered as she stood up, one hand covering her breast and the other her female sex. No need for him to see the star tattooed near her hip bone nor her naked body parts for it seemed too revealing to a person who was saving her from sexual slavery.<br><br>Waiting for Agent Karim to hand her a blanket or something, Elle groaned in contempt to see a group of more men with swords coming at them down a hallway. Her eyes looked around to find some suitable clothing before the slimy bastards grabbed her again. There was no way in Wayne's World the Agent would be able to&nbsp; take care of the group of men who she estimated was more than ten screaming for blood. "Hey!," she cried out as she hit his back with her closed fists to get him to put her down. She should have paid more attention to what the Agent was doing when he took her for another damn surprise and thrown over his shoulder. Hung upside down, she knew he would be eyeing her ass and the crescent birthmark on her left cheek. Elle prayed he would not comment on it but judging him off the comments of enjoyment at hurting people, she wondered if he was more than she thought he was. <br><br>Bouncing on his shoulder, Elle grabbed ahold of the material on his back, urging him to watch where he was running. "Do you not have some sort of gun or even a taser than using a damn knife? You know that a gun in a knife fight is much better," she commented before she kicked his back into telling her where the two were going. From her vantage point before of being upside down and lifting her head to see if any of the guards were following them there was the conclusion of there being an exit door being found in another few minutes. Glancing over her shoulder as best as she could, Elle's eyes practically jumped out of its sockets at what Agent Karim was about to do. The guy was crazy enough to have some horse pull him up the wall with her on his shoulder. Gripping onto his bottom for leverage, she screamed for him not to drop her. One thing to fall but she rather not crack her head, die and have one of those disgusting bastard have their way with her corpse. Elle rather scale the wall naked herself than to let that happen.<br><br>At least Elle did not scream herself into losing her voice upon landing in a hay cart but being pushed to be laid over the saddle was not her thing. "A horse? Are you kidding me?," she asked as she tried to remove herself from the mounted horse's saddle. A hand came out to try and push him off the horse as it raced down the street. By where she could see with her eyes, this had to be a Middle Eastern country her ass landed in. On the thought of ass, she placed a hand behind her to cover herself, growling up at the Agent. "Give me something to wear before someone announces to the world there is a Lady Godiva riding with an undercover agent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 20:24:48</strong>
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				Buildings flashed by on either side of Elle's head as the horse raced through the city. Most of the streets seemed dark and rather narrow, as if her rescuer was sticking to back ways, and probably going too damn fast for those. His hand was on her back, keeping her weight from moving too far, and for whatever faults he had, he seemed a truly talented horseman. Her requests for clothing had been met by no response, though she thought she might have detected a chuckle the first time. It was hard to be sure over the pounding of hooves.<br><br>After a short time .. 10 minutes perhaps .. the horse slowed, and entered a stable. Karim vaulted from the saddle and closed the door over again, barring it and bringing a small lantern over to the horse. "There, my proud beauty, there." he spoke soothingly, rubbing at the horse's nose, and feeding it an apple. With a grin he sliced a second in two and held it up to Elle, before laughing and presenting it to the horse instead.<br><br>"Stand there and keep silent for a moment." he said, gesturing towards the side of the stable. "I must make it appear as though the horse never left here." He proceded to ignore her and rub the horse down, before stabling it again.<br><br>"Now, o night blooming flower, we must be off again, on the Thieves Highway. We are not yet safe, but if we move quickly, you will be in a wondrous place shortly ... the abode of Karim, the Prince of Thieves himself." As he spoke he vaulted up onto one of the stall rails, and made a formal bow to her as he finished, touching fingertips to chest, mouth and forehead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 20:44:57</strong>
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				Elle was going to hurt someone if she did not get some sort of explanation. She was riding bare ass naked on a horse and watching the scenery fling by her with every pounding of the horse's hooves. Only too glad that she had not had anything to eat before being abducted, Elle was able to keep her stomach under control though it did growl itself into fury. She could wait out on eating as long as the Agent handed her some damn clothes. The way he had ignored her requests made her wonder if he cared about saving her and mostly about showing off his fighting skills. There was even the question about whether he was an actual Agent and if Elle managed to fall into another trap and this time by someone who was more horrible than the damn sorceror.<br><br>Entering into a stable, Elle was ready to vault herself off of the horse. Her breasts were aching from where the horse's side kept poking into it and she was damn cold. Little goosebumps rose on her skin and her bottom shook with the need to use the bathroom. Hopefully there was a workable toilet for her to use, she thought to herself, her eyes taking in the scenery before her. A glare was sent out to the Agent Karim at the offer of an apple as if she were his horse. She rather be a bitch ready to bite than a horse that took its nutrition from the hands of others. Moving herself around, she managed to straddle the horse though her hands came up and down to cover her lady bits. Not about to do a rendition of Lady Godiva anytime soon but she headed Karim's words and kept herself quiet. A surprise for her to do so considering she wanted, no, needed clothes at the moment.<br><br>When no sounds of impending doom or guards yelling out for death and torture, Elle was able to relax a little. Once she relaxed, the adrenaline which had rushed into her veins ebbed away and she felt the itching sensation from the blows on her back. "Aiiee, not liking this," she whispered, reaching back to try and massage the knot in her lower back from tensing up at the blows a few moments ago. Maybe Karim would have lotion in his pack even an ice pack would do if she hoped to keep herself from massaging and itching her sore back. A glance went upwards at him as she took in his words. Alrighty then, her suspicions were confirmed. Not only had she escaped in her birthday suit but she had done so with a lunatic who called himself the Prince of Thieves. Lord, she must have done something really bad to get herself into this predicament, she though to herself.<br><br>Sighing, she leaned forward on the horse to hide her body as much as possible. The horse whinnied and tried to make a move to signal for her to get off its back. "Look, Mr. Prince of Thieves, appreciate you helping me but how about some fucking clothes and a trip to the nearest Embassy?," she asked, jumping off the horse and stumbling to find a stall that might hold worker's clothing for the moment. Walking around in the city butt naked would not help her cause but only alert to the villians of her whereabouts. She stumbled to find her footing but using the rails of the stalls, she managed to get herself over to the end of the stable, her hands finding material she could use to make a robe out of. Anything was better than looking like some stripper at the end of her act on a good dancing night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 01:15:34</strong>
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				Before Elle had taken more than a step or two, a hand clenched around her wrist. Karim was now stood right beside her, his face looking slightly more serious than before. "Listen to me." his voice was pitched low. "As of this moment, no one knows we are here, or have been here. If you take anything, even one of the horses blankets, it <em>will</em> be noticed."<br><br>He turned her hand around, running his fingertips over her fingers and palm. "Your fingers are soft." His gaze ran over her body, seeming to linger far more than a cursory examination would require. "I think that the rest of you is just as soft, yes? You are not used to the sun, with skin like that." His eyes took in the marks on her back. "Those dogs are poor excuses for a man, to have to beat a woman so hard." He gave a muttered exhalation, too low for her to catch, then moved to stand in front of her again.<br><br>"I do not know what this Embassy you speak of is. Know this, though. Within the hour there will be many searchers on the streets looking for you. If you hide here, you may avoid them for a little while. Till hunger, or thirst, or the owner drives you out. Unless you wish to return yourself to Jalal, you will come with me now, do just what I tell you to do, and nothing more. Do you understand me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 16:47:58</strong>
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				Elle winced at the hand clenched on her wrist and she took a glance to see if Karim knew his own strenght. Frowning at his words, she glanced from his clothed attire to her own nakedness. She was not about to leave this place without some sort of cloth to cover her birthday suit. "I need something to wear. At least give me your shirt to wear," she whispered as she struggled to remove her wrist from his grip. There was no need to put his hands on her in this moment and she needed to go without another mark on her skin.<br><br>A flush of embarassment entered into her cheeks as she hurried to cover her breaths and mons with her other arm and hand. "Is my hand supposed to be rough and callused like men's?," she questioned, shocked to hear the rest of his questions. It was no business of his to probe whether she was doughy or tanned. Sure she was a bit on the light side considering she spent most of her time indoors to study or to sleep. Sports were not her favorite thing to do especially when it had been required of her in high school. Elle had been the awkward teenager with the big glasses and the braces. Now she lost a contact and needed to use of her glasses which was in her bag with the bad guys and she cursed softly at being blind with Karim around her.<br><br>Rubbing at her blurry eyeball, she tried to see Agent Karim as best as she could. "I need to be at the Embassy. I need to get back home where it is safe and I can wear some damn clothes," she muttered as she reached forward to try and tear off the top of his to use for herself. Elle was desperate for a bit of coverage and not below ripping it off his back to obtain it. "I am not going to be your sex slave or anything, Agent Karim. Give me some damn clothes or I will scratch your eyes out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 22:39:28</strong>
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				Her demands were met by an earthy chuckle. "Just Karim is sufficient, my desert rose. Ah, such sharp thorns on such a delicate blossom, and such spirit. Tell me, what is this 'agent' you keep calling me? A term of respect from your home? Well, no matter, such discussions can wait til we are safely away." He gave her a mock stern look before continuing.<br><br>"And that will not happen until you realise that you must keep your questions for later, and follow me. Now, can you climb and jump? The Thieves Highway will be the safest route to take us where we need to go. You look reasonably fit." His eyes moved slowly over the length of her body as he said this, before returning to her eyes.<br><br>"Now," he continued, pointing towards a small open window near the roof, "Can you reach that yourself, or do you need me to help you up." He sprang nimbly back onto the rail, jumping up to grasp the window sill and hauled himself up. His head darted left and right, then he lowered himself down and dropped to the floor again. "The road is yet clear, but it will not stay so very much longer. The sun will soon begin to lighten the horizon, and if you wish to return to the tender mercy of Jalal and Murtada, then by all means, wait for them."<br><br>He held out his hand. "No more questions. Do you wish to come with me, yes or no?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 23:51:53</strong>
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				God, she was really close to scratching his eyes out. Was he dense or something of the sort? She was naked in front of him and all he could do was try and flirt with her? Maybe she had fallen in with the wrong crowd. Besides, he irritated her enough as it is with him trying to order her about. She was no wayward sheep and he was no sheep herder to make her go anywhere with him bare naked. <br><br>Crossing her arms, she sneered at him and spat on the ground. "I demand you give me your shirt this instance. If not, I will gladly take the sheet behind me no matter if it costs your whereabouts. I am not harem sex girl nor will I walk around naked," she stated in a matter of fact tone. She walked up to him and poked finger into his chest. He was not going to push her around. She a woman who believed in female equality and moreso for a man to be wearing the skirt. Women had that much of a right to be themselves as men. Now this man was treating her as if she could not even walk on her own.<br><br>Gritting her teeth, she knew how to climb things. She might not be naked but she knew a thing or two about climbing trees and rails. Spending her younger years climbing the trees in her neighborhood passed her idle time. "Now, give me your shirt or at least your pants to cover myself. Anymore time and I might catch my death and then you will be charged with murder, Karim," she commented, tilting her chin up at him and waiting to see if he would think clearly and remember a female's body did not have enough body heat as males had to keep herself warm. Even now her limbs shook in the cool air and goosebumps rose along her skin.<br><br>She glanced down at his hand and back up to his eyes. "This is not a question but a proposal. You give me your shirt and I will go with you without anymore complains of being nude. However, if you do not give me your shirt, I will go but cause you more trouble than you care to have," she threatened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:23:15</strong>
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				"Murder?" he said, looking surprised. "Unless the Sultans guards saw me put a dagger into your heart they would hardly care. But you amuse me. You have fire in you. Very well." With yet another grin he undid his shirt to reveal a well muscled chest, and handed it over to her. "We would not want to have the sun scorch such delicate looking skin."<br><br>He waited until she had pulled it on, the silk whispering over her body. "Now, do you know how to climb and jump? Can you do it barefoot, or do you wish my shoes as well? I'm not sure they'd fit so well. I can always steal or buy something suitable for you in the morning." He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of the sash he wore, and looked at her, still grinning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:41:54</strong>
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				"Yes, murder because I am not prone to handling illness all that well," she answered, nodding at him. Whenever she got the flu, she was out for several days. Boxes of tissues, bowls of soup and large quantities of flu medicine were consumed to make her feel better. Now if she caught something in a foreign place, she doubt she would be able to get over it. Might end her up in a grave since she could not remember the last time she had her tetanus shot. "Well, hopefully with the shirt I will have some warmth in my body," she muttered as she accepted his shirt. She had to look away from him undressing not about to oogle him as he had done to her.<br><br>Turning her back on him, she pulled the shirt on and glanced down. It was long enough to land at midthigh which was fine with her. As long as her lady bits and ass were not showing then she was fine with the length of the shirt. "Yes, I know how to climb and jump," she replied, turning back around to face him. He still was a rude person for not averting his eyes the whole entire time she was naked but at least Karim had given her something to wear. Shaking her head, she was fine with going barefoot. "Do you know at least a place I can acquire glasses? I can see through one eye but I lost my contact," she questioned, blinking a few times to accurately see him grinning. She hoped she had not walked into another pervert's trap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 01:02:50</strong>
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				He gave a small shrug. "Any glassblowers shop will be closed since before sunset. I do not know what you require from them though. A contact?" He shrugged. "Perhaps the word means something different in your tongue. Glassblowers here can produce fine bottles and cups, jars and even a few pieces of art, though those are quite rare, and valuable." He grinned, leaving little doubt just how he knew what their value would be.<br><br>"Now, if you are not coming down with any sickness, we should leave this place." He gestured towards the rail, his hand curling up and around to indicate the small window above. "Do you wish to show me of your prowess then, and I shall admire your gracefull movements from here?" he said. "Once you are out the window, climb onto the roof and I will join you there, once I ensure there is no trace of our presence left here. You may admire the radiant beauty of the stars, for no doubt they shall be admiring yours in return."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 00:36:04</strong>
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				Did Karim hit his head on the wall when the two vaulted over it or something? A glassblower? She had no need for a cup or a vase. What Elle needed was a pair of glasses to keep her from squinting all of the time. Even now she could barely make out Karim face but she knew he kept smiling that damn smile at her. "I need glasses as in reading glasses. I can barely see through one eye," she muttered as she rubbed at her contactless eye. <br><br>She glanced towards the area of where he pointed towards. Frowning, she shook her head at his words. "You go up first and I shall follow," she stated, not about to let him peek up the shirt. She knew what he meant by graceful movements. This Agent was turning out to be more and more like a common thief who had merely saved her from one evil man only to take her to another. "Rather admire the beauty of my bed when I get home and stop with the damn come on's. I am not interested," she said beneath her clenched teeth. He had a lot of nerve to try and woo her into or out of anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 00:55:10</strong>
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				"Reading glasses?" His tone held puzzlement. He gave a small shrug, before adding "I do not know what you speak off. But no matter. I will ask around when the sun is up. If there are any to be found, I shall find them for you. Or if it was something you lost in the house of Jalal, why I shall simply sneak back in and recover it, for am I not the very Prince of Thieves himself?"<br><br>"Alas, however, I must decline your other request." He held up a hand to forstall comment. "Unless you know how to hide the signs of our passing, so we were never here, then I must, regretably, stay behind and allow you to go up first. Admiring the beauty of you in your bed however, that I shall gladly do." The grin was back, and seemingly wider than ever.<br><br>"Now, be off with you. You promised no more arguments when you had my shirt. You have my shirt, so up you go." He gestured towards the window again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 01:10:45</strong>
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				Elle now held confirmation this had to be a thirdworld country if he had no clue about reading glasses. This was odd for someone not to know about glasses. Though she appreciated the fact he would be willing to go back and get it. "Yes, do not care what you call yourself but I would love my stuff back. It even has an extra change of clothes for soccer, should be able to wear that later," she commented, hoping he could get her stuff back. Well he had made it into the Jalal's house without any problems but would he be able to do it again?<br><br>Frowning and placing her hands on her hips, Elle had to hand it to Karim. He was good at twisting his words into getting her to go along with things. Not to say she would go along with everything but she had no clue where she was. In fact, no clue if she was on the other side of the world without any possessions on her. Everything she had including identification was in her book bag at the bastard's place. God, the thought of the son of a bitch seeing where she lived and her own parent's wherabouts made her ill for a few minutes. If that bastard harmed her parents, she would personally castrate him and use his genitals as chew toys for the alleyway dogs she had seen around her offcampus apartment.<br><br>"You are really full of roses that smell like shit, Karim. The only place you will be allowed to see me in bed is in your twisted fantasies, bub," she answered, wishing she could slap the grin right off his damn face. Elle bet he was a sexist pig who thought women should stay in the kitchen, pregnant and barefooted. Be off with her? Oh, hell no. "Go fuck yourself, Karim," as she started to make her way up the rails, hoping the need traverse the railes and beams would keep the boiling anger for him to a simmer. Even as she made her way up, she cursed him and wished his genitals would shrink or even turn into female ones.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 03:08:23</strong>
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				Her outburst only seemed to amuse the thief, and his not quite muffled laughter followed her up as she climbed. "Why should I wish to do that?" he called softly after her. "Why, the beautiful women of the city would be heartbroken if I ceased to offer them my affections. Who else would shower them with such compliments as I do, praising their beauty, their charm, their passion. Ah, and I can tell, what passion there is within you, waiting for just the right spark to fan it to a raging fire."<br><br>As he spoke, glancing over his shoulder at her, he moved around the stable, apparently clearing away the signs of their passing. After a minute or two he swung up after her, and for all his boasting, he did seem quite at home in clambering around walls and rooftops.<br><br>On the darkened roof of the building, he waved her towards one particular wall. She wasn't quite sure what direction it was, or where in relation to the way she'd come, but he seemed to have no such problems.<br><br>"Now, follow me." he said. "I will go first, to show you the way, and to catch you if you should stumble." With one last impudent grin he turned, took a couple of quick steps and leaped across the narrow alleyway to the next roof, silent as a shadow.<br><br>He turned towards her and beckoned for her to join him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 22:31:31</strong>
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				Openly, she rolled her eyes at him. He had to be kidding her. His words were the kinds she noticed adored and wanted to be like Casanova and Don Juan with the females. "Oh, please that is what you tell yourself when you really are alone and rubbing one out. The way you talk makes me want to retch," she snapped out, frowning at him. Karim was not about to go anywhere near her with his sword let alone his hands. God help her if she made it through all of this she would have the feminist coalition on his ass. What a pig he was coming out to be.&nbsp; <br><br>"Are you fucking kidding me? I swear, I am going to break my neck," she hissed out as she took a few deep breaths. Alright, Elle you can do this, she told herself silently. Needed a bit of pep talk and more chocolate to take this feat. Oh god, if she died she wanted th dogs to pick her apart than have Karim or anyone else abuse her corpse. Clenching her fists together, she figured out how fast she would have to run to make it to the other side. God, she better not die. Taking a deep breath, she started down the rood of the building and jumped. <br><br>A swishing sound could be heard as she swung her arms forward to propel the rest of her body towards the other side. Shit, she did not make it. Instead, her hands managed to grab the ledge of the next roof her legs wiggling against the side of the complex. "Damn it," she hissed as she tried to pull herself up. Her damn arms seemed not to want to follow her orders as it strained to get herself up. There were no holes in the roof to aid her feet to find traction. "A little help would be nice," she muttered as she felt one of her hands lose its grip. Oh, wonderful she would at least break her neck on the way down or impale herself on some post.<br><br>She heard something coming down the street and she hesitated. Opening one eye, she glanced over her shoulder to see a group of children and a mangy looking dog glance up at her. Oh why not have an audience to see her screw up on jumping roofs. Marvelous, absolutely fucking excellent, she thought as she hauled herself up. Elle even heard a bit of giggles, embarassment flushing through her face at the realization that she had no underwear and the shirt was giving the boys a peek. Now she really wanted to slug someone for this crappy day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 23:56:23</strong>
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				As if to prove the universe had a habit of listening to such things, even the unvoiced <em>this day can't get any worse</em> was answered as Karim's face popped up right in front of her. His hands fastened on her forearms, and he dragged her up far enough to get her elbows up over the edge of the rooftop. His hand dipped into his belt and flashed past her face, sending something to the ground below her.<br><br>She could hear excited voices below, and Karim leaned past her to call softly down. "Remember, you have seen nothing this night. Only the beauty of the moon in the sky above you." There was a note of amusement in his voice, faint, but there none the less.<br><br>He leaned back and drew Elle up and over the edge of the roof, without too much effort. As he gathered her breath he spoke again. "It seems I did not have a proper appreciation for what you could manage. I will lead us another way. A little longer perhaps, but for you, easier. Once we are out of the merchants district, we can take to the backstreets, and I will bring you the rest of the way along the ground. If the Gods smile on us, we will not encounter any of the Guard."<br><br>He sat up on his haunches and looked at her. "Now, o star of the night, let us go." He rose and ran to the next rooftop, leaping off into the darkened sky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 23:29:11</strong>
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				"Shit, you really want to scare me to death, don't you?," she asked Karim as she felt her heart leap itself into her throat. This whole jumping out on her when she least expected it was going a bit old. Plus she assumed she lost a few months of her life because of being scared half to death by the events of today. After this, Elle was taking herself to a hospital to be injected with any and everything in case she got something from this whole experience. No harm in testing herself out for the ebola virus or staph infection from her horrible time here. <br><br>Rolling her eyes, she knew what moon he had to be talking about. She practically showed the full moon with her own behind. Hauling herself over the rooftop with the help of Karim, she fell onto her bottom with a plopping sound. Ouch, that was going to leave a bruise though she could care less. Sooner she made it out of this hell hole, the better. "Where to now?," she questioned, wiping a trickle of sweat from her brow. Maybe she was not out of shape afterall. Well, she almost broke her neck getting to this side of the rooftop but she could add these to her thirty minutes of exercising for the day.<br><br>Smirking, she wished she had a band to put her hair up into ponytail. The whole part of her hair swishing back and forth against her back bothered her to no end. "If I did not squint with one eye to get the trajectory right, I would have ended up plastering my body into the side of the building," she admitted, rubbing her bottom a few times. Longer way? God, she hoped the longer way did not involve jumping anymore rooftops. Anything but rooftops and she would be fine with where he might take her. <br><br>"Son of a bitch," she muttered, the urge to throw a shoe at him if she had one at his head came over her. No more damn rooftops and now she had to perform another Cirqus de Soleil feat. Fine, she would bite her tongue and get it over with. Taking a deep breath, she eyed the distance and how fast. "Lord please let this be worth it." Off she went to do as she did before with leaping off the rooftop to the next one. This better help out her damn physique for this, she mused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 00:05:37</strong>
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				Thankfully none of the remaining rooftops Karim led her across were quite as wide as the first, and he was there to help her land after each jump .. or possibly just to get a feel for her body as he caught her each time. Attempts at discussion were swiftly silenced, a terse "Not here. Too dangerous." whispered into her ear.<br><br>After perhaps 10 minutes and at least as many rooftops he dropped to the ground, leading her into a warren of small, twisting backstreets. These were unlit, except by the moon overhead, perhaps just as well considering some of the things she felt her feet brush against. It was hard to tell the time, but it was probably somewhere between 20 and 30 minutes later that he stopped at one door that looked little different to any of the others. He glanced around then knelt to do something ... unlocking it most likely ... before ushering her inside.<br><br>Inside was pitch black, without even the light of the moon above to give her any way of seeing her surroundings. "A moment, o rose of the desert." came Karim's voice from the darkness nearby, "And I shall have light for you." She could hear the padding of his footsteps, moving away, returning a few moments later with a guttering looking oil lamp.<br><br>"Come, come, this way." he said, walking through a rather decrepit looking room towards one wall. Pressing on it, the wall slid inwards, revealing a tunnel descending into yet more darkness. "Come, we are almost home now."<br><br>He led her down a flight of stone steps, closing the door behind him, and emerged into a tunnel. It looked like it had been built over and forgotten about, with flaking mosaics on the walls. Karim led her along it for another few minutes, taking branching turns apparently at random, before leading her through yet another concealed door and into a sumptuously appointed room. Silk hangings covered the walls, and several doorways led outwards. A small brazier, carefully banked, kept the room temperature quite comfortable, and rugs and cushions covered the floor.<br><br>Karim turned, setting the lamp down on a small table, and gave a flourishing bow. "Welcome to my humble home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 18:32:31</strong>
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				Elle kept a frown on her face the whole way along with a list of things she wanted to do to him. One of it was to castrate and hit him in the face with his own severed genitals. Another was to push him off of the roof and wish he was impaled on a spike. Another that dogs would eat at his flesh if he broke his neck instead when she threw him over the rooftop. Every and any type of payback came to mind as she made her way across the several rooftops.<br><br>Bull that it was ten minutes to her it was more like an hour. When the pair finally made it down to the ground, she wanted to kiss it. However the fear of feces and bacteria stopped her from doing so but she gave the ground an imaginary kiss. Holding onto one of the walls for support, she wiped at her forehead and neck. "You so owe me a bottled water," she muttered as she ran with him down the winding backstreets. God, how much longer before she could get a clear shot at his head? She was glad from the exercise when the two stopped at an unusual looking door.<br><br>"Alrighty," she whispered as she entered into the room, dark enough to make her wonder what she was getting into. She hissed for him to stop calling her rose of the desert. Pet names were for lovers or good friends, both of which they were not. Clenching her fists, she was ready to strike him in the jaw if he came at her to finally use her for his pleasure. Elle had enough of men staring at her as if she was going to drop to her knees and suck them off. Men really needed to know that not all women were pornstars or hookers. Some actually had a brain in their head and not between their legs.<br><br>Shaking her head, she hesitated on the threshold. Where in the hell was he taking her? If there was a wall that slid inwards and all that was revealed was a dark tunnel, usually it was a sign not to take it. "If you are going to be one of those closet S and M'ers I am going to kick your ass from here to Tibet, wherever we are," she commented, shaking her head as she headed down the tunnel with him. The whole going down the rabbit hole did not pass her by as she took slow and warying steps with him. Why did she feel the more she was in this place, the less she felt there was anyway of escaping from this doom?<br><br>Well wherever she ended up with Karim it looked as if this came out of one of those cheesy Arabian films. This could have been a set for those harem scenes where a slew of belly dancers would come out to shake their hips and bend their bodies into awkward positions. "Hmm, interesting but like you said earlier, this is your home, not mine. What I want is to go home and I really would like to get back in time for my finals," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood closest to the secret door where the pair had entered from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 18:08:52</strong>
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				Karim poured himself a goblet of something, wine perhaps to judge from the colour, and settled back into one of the piles of cushions. "Please, come, sit." he said, gesturing to the piled cushions nearby.<br><br>"You wish to go home, of course you do. But where is your home? What city, and how many weeks across the sands?" he asked, taking a sip from the goblet. "Now, the gates will not open until sunrise, and the caravans cannot depart until then. If those jackals will behave as I think, then they will be checking every caravan that leaves, looking for you. It would be all but impossibly to hide such beauty as yours and spirit you from the city that way, therefore you must stay somewhere safe until they have given up their search. That is only sense, yes? And where safer than my home."<br><br>He gave a smile at this pronunciation, and gestured around. "Here you can feast on the finest food and drink in the city, and enjoy the most excellent of company. The softest of silks will enfold you in their embrace, and there is a scented hot pool that even the Sultans Palace cannot better. I have scrolls of the finest tales, and my storytelling is such I could make you believe that you were in any of them yourself. What more could you ask for?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 04:46:30</strong>
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				How many ways could she tell Karim to shove it where the sun did not shine for him? She thought of a few ways but she went with the obvious. "How about you shove that wine up your ass? I need to get out of this place! I cannot risk missing my finals or frighten my family with my disappearance," she explained, pressing her hands to her forehead. God, she was getting such a headache from all of this. She ended up in some sort of dimension or bad Disney movie but she knew there had to be a cell phone around here.<br><br>"My home is in the United States, California to be exact, Bay Area even more clearer for you?," she asked at the end. Weeks across the sands? Did he not own a damn hummer or something? Sighing, she leaned against one of the walls to ponder her options. She might end up having to stay here for a couple of more weeks unless she secured a ride out of town. No way she was going on horse. "You sound like someone from a fairytale, even the 1500s," she joked, shaking her head.<br><br>Feast on food? That word caught her mind as she glanced over to him. She was in dire need of some food because her sugar high was wearing thing. Well, it had gone down when she concentrated on not screaming for the Sultan's henchmen. "Do you have food now?," she asked, forgetting the fact she was supposed to dislike him and his company. Right now, she could go for a cheeseburger, fries and a milkshake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 20:45:22</strong>
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				He cocked his head at her, frowning as she spoke. "I do not know these places." he said. "Truly, you must have travelled far, but then I hear caravans will travel great distances in their search for profit. I prefer to find it without having to travel quite so far from home, and my comforts."<br><br>He rose and moved across the room, passing under a curtain and disappearing for a few moments, before returning wearing a fresh black silk shirt, and juggling several platters and bowls. "Baklava." he said, nodding towards the bowl in his left hand. "Very sweet. Enough to sweeten any temper too." He nodded towards what looked like burritos, or something similar on the platter balanced in the crook of his left arm. <br><br>"Schwarma. Beef, with vegetables, and amba sauce. It is very good." Beside it saw several small pieces of what looked like a creamy white cheese. He didn't see fit to name that.<br><br>In his other hand, a platter containing something that looked actually like pizza. "Manakish." he said. "Minced lamb, diced tomato and vegetable oil, and yoghurt." Tucked into the crook of that arm was bottle.<br><br>He set the dishes carefully on a low table, and then patted the cushions beside him. "Come, let me introduce you to some of the finest things my home has to offer." His grin left it up to Elle to decide if he was referring to the food or himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 22:01:16</strong>
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				Slowly, bit by bit she was starting to realize that somehow she might be far away from any technology. Caravans of what Karim talked about was a rare thing for her to hear about. Usually, she equaled it with the old school gypsies she had seen in movies or in fairy tale storybooks. Her mother and father were Romany gypsies and used a trailer home to travel around Europe while she studied in the States, inviting her to visit them during the summer. Now it seemed she might be visiting the rest of the family if he could help her find Romania. <br><br>Her nose managed to pick up the delicious flavors before her eyes caught sight of a gooey treat. It looked strangely like a syrupy type of dessert. Oh, if she ate a few bites of that, Elle would be bouncy off of the walls with sugary excitement. Eh, better than the adrenaline that was making her body shake every few minutes. Quickly, she snatched out a hand to take a bit of the baklava from the low table. Immediately, her hand was sticky and she suckled the fingertips as the flavors exploded into her mouth. <br><br>"This is delicious," she whispered through the substance as she flicked her tongue over and over her hand and fingers. Even her lips coated in the syrup, she ravished with her pink tongue. The sugar was helping to calm her nerves a bit but she would not let him know that it had lowered her temper or her concerns. Close to the point of biting her lips to taste a bit more of the Baklava, Elle settled herself on the cushions next to him. Would be too rude to grab things and then walk away, she thought mildly.<br><br>Gently, she settled on the cushions and winces. Her bottom was still sore from the lashes she received but it had started to ebb away into a small itching sensation. Elle managed not to stroke the area because it would only enflame the capillaries further and as long as her attention was on the food she would be too caught up in eating. "Only sitting next to you because it is close to the food," she muttered as she reached once more, this time to grab the pizza lookalike. Tearing a piece off, she popped into her mouth and groaned. Fine, she might be stuck in a cave but at least the food was good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 20:29:33</strong>
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				"But of course." replied Karim, his tone holding easily discernible amusement. He poured out a glass of water for her, and set it onto the low table beside her. "Wine goes better with the meat." he said, nodding towards the food on the table. "It helps to bring out the flavour more .. but I think you would not take wine with me just yet, hmm? You fear I will try and steal something precious from you, once you are in your cups."<br><br>He made a throwing away gesture. "That is one thing I have never had cause to steal, when it is always offered freely to me instead. I am not a brute like those you have met. I swear this, in the name of the most holy, on water oath, on my sacred honour, and may I never successfully steal again if I lie!"<br><br>He reached for a piece of the manakish, tearing it from the whole, and chewing it with apparently great relish. "Tell me more of this land of yours." he said, swallowing it, and taking a sip from his own goblet of wine. "What are you there? Your hands say you do not work with them, and your skin says you do not work outdoors. Are you a scholar? Or a courtesan perhaps? Is that why they wished to give you to the Sultan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 20:36:53</strong>
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				Wine does go better with meat but she was not about to inebriate herself and let him take advantage of it. She had seen cases of females being taken advantage of because she let a man buy them an open container drink. Elle was no fool but she watched him pour out the glass of water and reached to take a sip from the glass. "True," she whispered through the mouthful of food in her mouth.<br><br>She tried hard to not laugh at his promise because it seemed ludicrous in of itself because of using the terms 'holy', 'oath' and 'sacred honour'. What sacred honor did this man have if he was stealing and promised never to do anything harmful to her lest his methods of stealing crap out on him? He might have saved her from becoming a Sultan's whore but overall he was just a criminal and sooner or later criminals wanted their payments. <br><br>Reaching over for another manakish, she nibbled on it this time after swallowing the items she stuff into her mouth. "I am no whore, I am a student, maybe scholar as you might say. I was studying for a final and I was kidnapped," she explained, rubbing the back of her neck. She wondered if her Professor would be able to handle the fact she was kidnapped by sex operation ring to give her a week's extension on her finals. Hopefully, he would if not, he would have to take it up with the Police Chief when she is reported missing from her classes and her apartment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 01:31:49</strong>
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				"A scholar?" Karim muses. "Who would kidnap a scholar?" He took another mouthfull of wine, staring at her over the top of the goblet. "Perhaps your family is rich, yes? Or powerfull? Does your father have the ear of your Sultan? The Sultan here, he has many scholars, many wise men, and many, many beautiful women in his palace. Your exotic beauty would leave you shining amongst them, a peacock amongst doves. I do not think he would care for your knowledge, unless you know the harem tales, stories to fire the blood, and leave a man full of desire?"<br><br>He cocked his head, looking at her as he lifted one of the schwarma, and began to chew on it. "Tell me, o radiant one, do you know such stories?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 19:17:18</strong>
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				Shaking her head at his answers, she continued to eat to fill the empty feeling in her stomach. "My family is like a caravan of Gypsies and I still have no idea who this Sultan thinks he is," she explained, scoffing at the thought of even going near that horrible man. If he could easily let his servants beat her down and unclothed her than no woman should ever be allowed to go near that filth. She wished she had the chance to go up to him and rip out his heart just like Aaliyah in Queen of the Damned. If Elle could do that, she might have been able to still keep her things with her. <br><br>"Stories to leave a man full of desire?," she questioned to herself, thinking he must be talking about x-rated stories. Sure, she heard a few stories from her friends and their wild sexcapades but she tried to remember a few. "I know a few but not going to tell them to someone who might like to try it out," she commented, shaking her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 20:43:08</strong>
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				"Have you no Sultans in your land?" Karim enquired, the expression on his face showing this a difficult concept for him to follow. "Every city I have heard off has a Sultan, or one like him who rules. Towns have governors, villages have headmen, but they follow the directions of those above them. At the top there is always a Sultan, or a Prince, or .." he broke off, eyes darkening momentarily .. "Or, so the stories tell us, something far worse." His voice had dropped on that last sentence, the laughing deviltry gone from it.<br><br>He blew out a breath, and when he spoke again his voice soon regained its previous timbre. "I save your life, bring you to the safety of my home, offer you food and hospitality, and still you do not trust me. You wound me, fair one. What must I do to prove myself to you?"<br><br>Without giving her time to reply, he sprung up. "Aha! I have it." The grin was back on his face now. "Here, you rest until I return." he said. "The bed chamber is through there." his hand gestured towards one particular wall hanging. "Before you say anything, I only have the one, but it shall be yours while you are here. Through there .." a different wall hanging was indicated .. "A pool. It is tiled, and the water is warm and soothing, if you wish to bathe. I will return before dawn."<br><br>Without waiting for a reply he was gone, darting through another of the hangings, with a door clicking shut in his wake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 20:30:50</strong>
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				Sultans? What was he talking about? "There are no Sultains where I live, a President could be the closest thing but we can impeach or vote his ass out if he becomes too much of an asshole," she muttered, glad to be rid of President Bush. She could not believe he spent eight years messing up the U.S.A but it was not just the President's fauly. People had the gall to vote him back in no matter that the man could barely read at a third grade level. She was only too glad when his term was over and someone else took the reigns. <br><br>She wondered why he had lost his sparkle for a bit wondering if there was more to the story about the Sultan than he led on. Did he know the Sultan? Had problems with the man or maybe even lost something to the Sultan? Elle wondered why she was getting herself worked up over his concerns. It was strange to even think she felt bad for him and pushed those feelings aside. Maybe it was the start of stockholm syndrome taking over and she was sympathizing with a criminal who stole her away down into some sort of cave. <br><br>Elle thought she was the almost bipolar one with her feelings on what had happened the past few hours. Karim took the fucking cake when it came to changing his mood from one stroke to the next. Looking where he pointed, she saw the bed and frowned. Elle was fine with sleeping on the floor because it might be a bit difficult for her to keep one position on the bed. Known for being a starfish when it came to hogging up the bed, she doubt Karim would enjoy that even more when she did not want to sleep in a bed and have him touching her inappropriately. "What the?," she asked getting up to take him with her but it was too late, she was shut in. Damn it and there was no books around to keep her mind from overthinking of what he had in store for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arabian Nights, What A Trip [HairyHeretic/Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 20:37:26</strong>
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				No books, but a little exploring did turn up the scrolls he had mentioned to her. The writing on them was strange. It seemed somehow familiar ... like something she had read and known many years previously, now lost to her conscious mind. She could almost pick up little scraps from them, here and there.<br><br>It was hard to tell exactly how long she had been on her own when the door reopened, and the dark clad figure reentered the room. "Once more I return in triumph." he exclaimed, though his voice seemed to have lost something from earlier. As he stepped into the better lit part of the room the first thing Elle noticed was that he held her bag.<br><br>The second was the gash in his shirt along his ribs, where tanned skin showed through the torn cloth, both of which were matted with dried blood. In fact, his shirt, below the tear, seemed stuck to his side. With it being black it was hard to tell the extent of the blood on it, but a patch the size of her hand seemed unmoving.
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