Echoes of the Past (GothicFires & Archangel)
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>03-03-2007, 19:01:24</strong>
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				The heat of the midday bordered on oppression. It was not so much the temperature but the amount of moisture in the air. From his doorway Brand looked out at the village. It was quiet as most of the inhabitants rested at this time. Life was more active here in the mornings and evenings. His hands grabbing the top of the doorframe he leaned forward and stretched his bare chest. Due to the heat he only wore a pair of kaki shorts. Sweat tickled down his ridged abdomen but he made no attempt to wipe it off. The effort would be futile.<br><br>He should return to his research or at least go to the site and see the progress there, but his mind could not focus and the past was not going anywhere. He turned back into the wooden structure. The roofs of these huts did not touch the tops of the walls so that the air was not trapped inside, the airflow helped but there was no really way to make the air cooler.<br><br>He stared at the artifact beside the computer. Half panther, half human and carved in stone he was not sure he liked the fact that it had been found. But he had not been the one to find it. So there was nothing he could do about it now.<br><br>His arm itched and he scratched it. It had itching more lately. Regardless that it had nothing to do with the dried sweat on his skin, he wanted to be clean and he wanted to be cool. He turned off the computer and then the generator as not to waste precious gas and energy and left his home. He had been born in a small village near here that no longer existed. Years ago he had returned on a research grant. Though he looked vastly different from the villagers, they accepted him as one of their own. The others that periodically came to help him with the dig did not always receive that favor.<br><br>Sounds of nature calmed him as he walked silently through the lush forest. Monkeys chattered down at him as they sped up the trees. He knew where he wanted to go. This path would take him to the top of a waterfall roughly 20 feet in height. The pool underneath it was deep and clear, being cut out over time by the falling water. Water here unlike air was generally cool to cold depending on how high the elevation. The closeness to the equator here allowed for tropical conditions at much higher land levels.<br><br>From the top of the waterfall he could see the serene clearing below. From the edge of the pool and stream that flowed from it there was about 20 feet until the forest started again. That was one of the reasons he liked this place. It was difficult for a wild animal to sneak up on you, though not impossible. He bent and took off his shoes, then slid off his shorts. As bare as the day he was born, he dove from the top of the falls into the pool below.<br><br>His lithe body sliced the water with little splash. The coolness relieved his burning skin and for a moment the itching that constantly plagued him as late. He needed to change but had refrained from doing so in a while. Breaking the surface of the water he shook his head to get his long hair out of his face. A hard swim would force his mind away from directions he was not ready to go.
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>03-03-2007, 21:23:10</strong>
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				Jasmine Yates was wondering what she had gotten herself into. The young woman was very excited to haven gotten an apprenticeship with Dr. Brand Christianson. He was brilliant and it showed in the fact that he had his doctorate in archeology by the age of 24 and had controlled his own excavation project here in South America since that point. But the trip into depths of the tropical rain forest, hundreds of miles from the nearest ghost of modern civilization had been a rough one. In the end several days of the trip had to be on foot because trails had been washed out and had yet to rebuilt. Muscles she didn’t even know she had were sore. She was drenched with sweet and her skin crawled with bug repellent residue. But this was a jumping point for her career.<br><br>She considered her first job to ensure that all the gear had been safely delivered to the excavation site. A good bit of it was just food that those already there could appreciate but there were also replacement tools and new ones that had come out since the last supply delivery had been made. Most importantly though… her personal belongings. They had tried to deem those unnecessary. <br><br>It was the confusion that followed that had the tired woman almost to her breaking point. Dr Christianson was not at the site, nor did it seem, from the word of one of the other apprentices, that she supposed to be. Apparently the good doctor had chosen Martin Page. She knew Martin… felt that she would have been a better choice than Martin, but would not have wished the car accident that nearly cost him his life upon him. Then came the sinking news that she was not the lead archeologist’s second choice either. No one was going to help her unpack because they were sure she was going to be sent back home.<br><br>She had not busted her ass through college, put up with her parents discouragements,&nbsp; traveled through a hot and sticky jungle and feel so disgusting that it would take then baths to make her feel clean again… to turn around and go home. The only solution was to talk to the doctor and get it settled. It did not matter if she was not his choice, she was the one here and she was staying.<br><br>The brunette was pointed in the direction of the villages and warned not to go off the trail as if she were stupid. At the village it was more frustration as she was first pointed to his hut and he was not there. But it took her 15 minutes to get pointed to another trail, though with out being able to speak their native language she was sure she was getting sent to be eaten by a jaguar or something else nasty like a horde of army ants. After another 15 minutes the waterfall finally came into view. The noise of the rushing water would have succeeded in hiding the sound of her approach if it were not to his heightened sense of hearing. <br><br>For a moment Jasmine just stood there stunned. She had seen what the man looked like in pictures. She knew he was cute and had the reputation of a heartbreaker… but those pictures had nothing on the man in the flesh. Though for the moment she was only enjoying the view of his back and arms. She had no idea that he was not wearing anything in the water. As for him, he would see a beautiful woman with expressive brown eyes, high delicate cheek bones and full sexy lips. She looked like she belonged I in a mansion rather than a jungle. He would know that she was Jasmine Yates one of the applicants for the open apprentice position this year and not one that he put on his acceptable list. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>06-03-2007, 21:27:43</strong>
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				He certainly did hear her approach, as much as he had smelled her. She smelled a combination of perfume and sweat, a powerful contrast to the rest of the smells of the jungle. His back was to her, and he didn’t know what she wanted, or if she was aware that he knew she was there… “It’s dangerous to wander the jungle alone…. Even during daylight hours” he said, finally turning half around. His head turned fully to look her over. The water was cool, and it came up just above his hips, concealing his lower half from view…<br><br>“Miss Yates…” he said, his eyes scanning the pretty girl from the side of the pool. “I’m surprised to find you here… I trust all the gear made it safely to the dig site…?” he asked before lowering himself to his neck in the water, and turning fully to regard her. He was not aware of the fact that she’d been upset about his choice of apprentice. He’d chosen two men above her, simply because he thought the men were better suited for the hardships of the jungle… that, and the fact that pretty girl amongst men who hadn’t seen a pretty white girl for some time could make things… Uncomfortable… But those were simply two of the many reasons he’d overlooked her…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>07-03-2007, 05:12:42</strong>
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				He didn’t even look at her and he was condescending. Like she didn’t know it was dangerous or that she even had a choice… no one would help her because they didn’t expect her to stay, not even the night. However coming off as combative wouldn’t help her purpose. Jasmine had no intentions of going home… but damn he looked good and that water looked inviting. She was almost in desperate need of a bath. <br><br>“Of course it did. A few nonessentials had to be left with the vehicles because the road got washed out, but it should arrive tomorrow.” Assuming of course that hostile locals didn’t come across it before the guides could return to their vehicles. “My problem is that no one will help me with my personal gear or tell me where to stay with out word from you and since it was unknown if you were going to return to the site today, I came to find you.”&nbsp; She shook her head to clear it of his image, she must have been more tired that she thought. “I’m sorry you weren’t able to get who you wanted, but I’m qualified for the job and it’s far to late for me to find another position… so I’m not leaving.” There… she said it. Now maybe he would agree and she could spend the rest of the night sleeping and pretending her muscles didn’t hurt so bad.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>07-03-2007, 15:03:50</strong>
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				Brand listened to her intently, his attention hanging on his every word, but his eyes moved along her body. He didn’t interrupt, letting her get it all out. He was a strict disciplinarian amongst the people who worked for him and didn’t usually put up with attitude, but he always let people say their peace. He had a feeling deep inside she wouldn’t last long out here… If the wild predators didn’t get her, he figured the natives would. When she was done he dipped his head back into the water then slowly stood, the water still covering his privates up, and the hair clung wet to his shoulders and chest. He didn’t shake it; he simply left it as it was…<br><br>He took a few steps towards her, but not enough to reveal himself before he stopped. “You left some supplies behind?” He asked a little irritated by that… “Did anyone stay with the gear and vehicles…?” he asked, tilting his head to glare at her. Before waiting for an answer he moved on to his other questions… “And tell me Miss Yates, where exactly would you like to stay? There’s no Hilton out here…” he said with a smirk. He put his hands on his hips. <br><br>“Fact is I don’t have time to get anyone else here so&nbsp; guess I'm stuck with you for now… I’m sure I can find some use for you…”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>07-03-2007, 17:14:52</strong>
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				God... he looked like a god with the way the water clung to his body. She was staring at the cover of a romance novel and was intently interested in the story behind it. As he moved forward and the water dropped below his hips butterflies fluttered in her stomach... he was nude in the water... But he was an arrogant ass she reminded herself. There were many rumors to the affirmative on that one so she wasn't surprised when he bombarded her with questions that were more like accusations. <br><br>Jasmine visibly bristled at his tone and chauvinistic manner. Her back straightened, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. If he thought she was going to be a shrieking violet or a push over he had another thing coming. "Nothing was left behind that was worth anyone getting killed over... so no... no one stayed as far as where I would like to stay... A Hilton is beneath me, you could be a gentleman and let me have your hut... but some help at the site to clear an area for a tent and setting it up so I could sleep tonight would be graciously appreciated."&nbsp; She was really tired too afraid of not knowing her traveling companions to sleep well and she did carry her share of supplies with out complaint. There were blisters that needed tending too on her feet to prove it. That alone gave her the steel back bone to meet his hot gaze directly. "My qualifications were equal to or greater than Martin's. What have you got to loose by proving your self right and watch me fail at a job you obviously think only a man could handle?" She quirked an eyebrow in challenge trying not to flush under his scrutiny that she felt was more than academic... with the humidity that was difficult.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>07-03-2007, 17:51:05</strong>
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				She was a magnificent woman that much was certain. Again, he patiently waited for her to explain her actions. From this distance it would be obvious the way his eyes moved over he body, and he thought it was unfortunate she wore such unflattering clothing; perhaps it was time for new dress code for women. “Nothing of value was left behind?” he repeated sarcastically… “Do you have any idea how much those vehicles cost Miss Yates…? They 'cost' me allot. More than likely they will have been stripped down to their barest of parts by morning… Did you consider that…?” he said his voice taking on a more definite air of authority. <br><br>He chuckled out loud at the thought of giving up his hut, amusement clear on his face. “You won’t be staying at the dig site… That would not be wise… You’ll set your tent near my hut in the village…” he said in a way that left no room for negotiation. At her last comment his face took on a more serious tone… “Miss Yates… Are you questioning my judgement? I chose the one I thought was most qualified for the job, and the call was mine to make… I’d be careful what you say to me… or about me in the future… I can make your stay rather… Unpleasant…” he finished, still looking at her… If she was going to insist on staying, she would learn her place…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>08-03-2007, 01:37:45</strong>
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				She wasn’t quiet certain that his scrutiny was entirely professional. Jasmine was definitely affected by the way he looked, she was thankful that there was no visible evidence of that fact… however she didn’t know that he could smell the subtle change in the aroma of her body. She on the other hand felt much like an ugly duckling. The outfit was for practical work and she looked like she had marched for many miles in it… which of course she did.<br><br>The dark haired beauty could not help but laugh about his worry about the value of the vehicles. He couldn’t be serious and was just giving her a hard time. “Oh I’m sorry Dr.&nbsp; Christianson I didn’t have time to take a transportation engineering class during my archeological study so I couldn’t build a bridge to get the vehicles over the washed out road with a 10 foot deep 25 foot wide gap in it.” She put her hands behind her back and rocked on her heals like a school girl being chastised. Her voice dripped with sarcasm… It was a risky thing to piss him off as he pointed out… but what the hell, if she had to she could always sleep with him to stay. “And if someone wanted the vehicles bad enough they could just as easily shoot the one or two men left behind and take them anyway.”<br><br>Then she humbled herself a bit and sat down… more because she ached than being humble. “I would only question your judgment if you let the fact that I am a woman keep you from using my skills to your best advantage?” She hoped that didn’t sound as suggestive to him as it did to her. “Look, your arrogance aside… I sought out this job because you are one of the best and you are in South America and South America is my major area of study. I can’t get the quality of knowledge and the area anywhere else.” She kept eye contact as she spoke and hoped the man was able to appreciate her reason.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>08-03-2007, 13:53:41</strong>
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				The Dr remained unmoving again as she spoke, again not being the least bit respectful. She obviously didn’t get the position she was in. She had spirit, spunk and was obviously very opinionated, three qualities he hated in a woman. The sarcasm was something he hated even more. He considered his options, he could simply let her be, ignore her and continue to give her useless menial tasks… But that wasn’t like him. He would not be outplayed by this woman. This was his expedition, and she would learn to respect him or else… <br><br>Once she was seated and quieted, obviously waiting for his reply he started moving towards her. He didn’t care if he was naked, and the look on his face showed he was furious… “The natives will not attack an armed guard… They know quite well what a bullet can do…” he said matter of factly as he approached. “Get up…” he said, using a commanding voice… Without waiting his large hand wrapped around her arm and he pulled her to her feet… “Listen very closely Miss Yates, because I’m only going to say this once…” he started, the muscles of his arms and chest almost rippling with a life of their own. He brought his head down so his eyes were close to hers and the grip on her arm almost painful, not unlike a vice. <br><br>“I’m fully aware of your qualifications… But this is my dig. I understand full well why you’re here; all you care about is your reputation… You would do well to keep in mind that I can make or break your career. I can see to it you never work in the field again so I suggest you drop the little tough girl act and start showing me some respect… Or else you’ll be stateside before you realize what’s going on…” he said, almost growling, spit flying as he spoke… “You’re here, so we both need to accept that for ‘now’. If you insist on staying, then you better do what I say, and when I say it, do I make myself clear…?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>08-03-2007, 19:00:08</strong>
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				He was beautiful... when he rose out of the water to reveal the rest of his perfect body there was no room left for doubt. Brand moved with the grace of a large jungle cat and the look on his face was absolutely predatory. The closer he got to her the more she wanted to get up and run, but she was now accustomed to fighting for what she wanted. She was wanted his knowledge however she was not about to let him run over her because she was a woman.<br><br>But once he was upon her it was a different story all together. He told her to get up, though as he reached for her arm, she cowered lower. Her fear of him was evident by her change of smell and the way she stiffened under his touch. Her large brown eyes looked into his pleading for him not to harm her. Her light frame was no match for his strength and he lifted her easily. All the thoughts of what she would be willing to do to entice him to let her stay and get the experience she wanted escaped where she could not. His body seemed to be radiating power, his grip was bordering pain and his larger body crowed her small frame asserting his dominance. It felt as if a million pins where being dropped all over her body... fear or desire... fear it had to be... she was definitely afraid of him.<br><br>"Ow! Yes! Ow!" She cried, her voice wavering and lacking the confidence that she had spoken to him in before. Now she could not resist the urge to make herself as small as possible. When her legs gave way it only put more pressure on her arm which did hurt. "You're hurting me." she said softly. She had heard about him being a little difficult to work for, but none of the rumors could have prepared her for this.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>08-03-2007, 19:48:51</strong>
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				He continued to hold her like that for an extra moment, the feeling of power strong, almost arousing him. It felt good. He could smell the fear in her… Good he thought, the sooner she learned her place, the safer she would be. He would only be able to protect her to a point.&nbsp; He loosened the grip on her arm but he didn’t let go yet… He realized her scent was very appealing to him and his arousal grew by the second… but now was not the time for this… He let her go, and fall to the ground… He could already think of several uses for her…<br><br>“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page… Now I recommend you move your ass and start setting up your tent… You only have a few hours of good daylight left… When that’s done… Come to my hut…” he said before turning away from her. He moved with purpose up the slope to where his khakis and shoes were. And in no time he was dressed and moving down the hidden path to the village… <br>
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>09-03-2007, 02:34:24</strong>
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				Jasmine was not very graceful when he let her go. She landed on her backside with a soft sound of pain... but it was more bruised pride than anything. Geesh what an ass... but what a nice ass... she also could not help but to notice the appendage between his legs in the early stages of arousal as he walked off. Great, she thought with little enthusiasm, she could never accuse him of 'compensating'... the man was hung...<br><br>Ignoring the heat that was currently pooling in her juncture, she got up and started to move. It seems he said what suited him at the moment for he didn't seem concerned with her safety after he told her it wasn't safe to walk alone. It didn't matter. She would do what she needed to do to get by, except jog. The brisk pace she took hurt her feet from the blisters that were on them but he was right about the daylight. It would take her hours to set up that tent. At least she didn't have to clear anything now, but she couldn't see living so close to him being a plus.<br><br>A good bit of her time was spent getting back to the excavation site and convincing the other interns that she could stay and was fortunate enough to stay in the village with the boss. Most of the talking time was with them looking at her chest… (not that her outfit lent to that kind of viewing) but she finally managed for them to have their local help to carry her belongings back to the village. <br><br>Jasmine wasn’t through with her defiance… though she wasn’t sure if it would make it harder on her or him… or if he would even notice. She checked the area behind his hut for stones, sticks and inset mounds and then set up her 15 by 15 tent. It was light a light yet sturdy pop up with all the advancements in material and framing that money could buy. There would be no water seeping in through the bottom or bugs crawling through unknown holes and it would take a forest fire for the thing to go up in flames. If he took any time to watch her, the posh princess appeared to be comfortable in her work. She was even knowledgeable enough to put a tarp (help aloft by poles) above her tent to take the brunt of the sun and rain. And she weighed down portions of the tarp with full water jugs to keep it from collecting water. <br><br>She set up a couple of solar panels that ran outlets built into the tent. It didn’t power much at a time, but she had a small cooler/heater device for drinks and food… her laptop and a small fan. She set up a hammock on a metal frame so she wouldn’t have to sleep near the ground. The two chests her things were packed in (most items vacuum sealed… she was smart) would be her furniture… one a desk, the other a table… it almost looked like a home. The only thing missing that she actually missed was a bathroom.<br><br>That reminded her, she wanted a bath. The sun was almost setting and she suspected that grouchy would be expecting her soon so neither did she have the time or bravery to go to the waterfall she had found him at. Instead drew a curtain around the overhang of her tent, grabbed a jug of water, a couple of pots and soap. Though the villagers wouldn’t be able to see her body as the sun descended lower and she had to rely on a lamp to see, they could see her silhouette as she scrubbed the grime of the past few days away. Well they could have had a better show if they were standing in the forest, as that was the way her tent was facing. <br><br>Once her skin was quite happy, she tended and medicated her feet. They didn’t look too happy, but as long as she was smart about changing her socks and applying medication to them several times a day she wouldn’t have any life threatening problems.&nbsp; The apprentice stuck her tongue out in the direction of his hut. He was going to blame her for leaving the trucks behind unguarded when that actually hadn’t been her call… It had been the guides… Apparently they were as safe as safe could be, but there was always a risk. The items she had chosen to bring were worth more than the damn vehicles anyway. As if she couldn’t sell her car and buy 5 of those old uncomfortable monstrosities of motion.<br><br>She dressed in a cotton pajamas. The top was a white tank top that hugged her skin, the bottoms were baggy light blue pants. She grabbed a long sleeve button up shirt and slid it over her arms but left the front open. She slid her feet into a pair of slippers and brushed her hair. It would have been nice to be able to wash it, but it was still ok. After securing it in a bun on top of her head she made her way to her lordship’s hut.<br><br>She knocked gently on his door. “Dr. Christianson?” she asked softly and waited for permission to enter.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2007, 14:05:28</strong>
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				The trek back to his hut had been quick, and he was still fuming by the time he got there. The girl had some nerve. He would need to teach her to respect him. She wasn’t the first to stand up to him and probably wouldn’t be the last. Those that did usually stand up to him didn’t stay around for very long, they usually made the first flight back out of the jungle. He changed into a pair of snug fitting light brown pants and slid on some hard riding boots that came to just below the knee. He tied his hair back and then powered up the generator… He spent some time reading through some notes and looking over the latest satellite photos…<br><br>Every once in a while he would stand and move to the door, or the window that faced the forest and he would watch the woman as she work at setting up her tent. He considered sending a few of the local lads to go and help her, but he figured she needed to do it herself. It would do no one any good to have everything offered to her on a silver platter, no… She had to work to prove herself, and not just in the field of archaeology he decided… A woman with a frame like hers needed to be enjoyed… He smirked at the thought before turning back to his work…<br><br>As the afternoon wore on he had a visit from Payton, the man who made things happen. He was rugged, often crude and violent, but everyone listened to him when he spoke. He made things happened. He was no scientist and didn’t know anything about archaeology yet he held a high position of authority in the expedition. The natives feared him. But he’d been Brand’s closest friend and ally for a very long time now. They stood on the raised porch watching the silhouette of the woman as she bathed, and they both smirked at each other before moving back into the confines of the hut… <br><br>When the knock came at the door they were sitting at the table, finishing some tea, looking over plans for the next day. “Come in…” the Dr said. The main room of the hut was rather large, with a computer desk to one side where the laptop sat. A very large table sat in the center of the room, one side was cleared and held the tea cups along with a plate of what looked like fresh bread. The other end of the table was a mess of drawings and satellite photos. A large wood stove sits in the middle of the room, with a tea pot sitting atop it. Three doors led from this room, the one she just came through, one leading to a bed chamber and the other to a bathroom. Both men were dressed similarly, with the comfortable pants and riding boots, both were bare-chested and Payton’s belt and top button were undone. Their laughter could be heard coming to an end when she entered, and both men looked her over… <br><br>Brand stood… “Miss Yates… This is Mr. Payton. He gets things done around here… If you have any problems while at the dig site, look him up…” he said, his voice sounding much more pleasant than it had this afternoon… Mr. Payton stood, and fastened his belt before moving towards the wall. He picked up the large rifle that had been leaning there… He nodded to the Dr then moved his way past Jasmine without a word, and he disappeared into the dusk….<br><br>“Come in Miss Yates… Come in…” he said grabbing his tea cup and finishing the contents before moving around the table to where the maps and drawings lay….<br>
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>09-03-2007, 16:55:21</strong>
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				She was very surprised to see that he had company. With both men ogling her she felt like a piece of meat at the butcher's market. It wasn't surprising that the other man scared her just as much or more than Brand. Though not in bad shape, his body was not as toned as the doctors and the man carried a bit more weight on his giant frame. There was something more about Mr Payton, something that she couldn’t quite place that gave her the creeps. She suspected that the man preferred this place to civilization simply because he couldn't live by the common laws of decency. Despite what Brand said about him... Jasmine was never going to ask for this man's help. The hair on her arms stood on end as the man walked around her. The brunette had to resist the urge to wave her hand in front of her nose... the man needed a bath.<br><br>"You wanted to see me? and I need to know what time you are leaving for the site in the morning so I can be ready."&nbsp; Her tone as well, was much more pleasant. As she moved toward the tables she began to button the shirt she was wearing. She felt underdressed despite his muscular chest being bare nor did she want him to be able to see the affect his body was having upon hers through her thin tank top.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2007, 17:32:20</strong>
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				<br>“Yes, yes… Come in” he said to her as he focused on a few satellite images… His eyes rose up to look at her as she started to do up her shirt. He had to admit, he was a little disappointed she was dressing up. He’d much rather see her dress down. He pointed to his empty cup… The he nodded to the stove. “Pour me another cup of tea… There’s a clean cup over there… If you’d like one…” he said before casting his eyes back to the photographs… <br><br>“I won’t be going to the site until after lunch…” he said focusing still on what was in front of him on the table…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>09-03-2007, 19:50:34</strong>
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				So he was going to keep her up to do petty things it would only take him seconds to do as punishment. He was a very intelligent man; he had to know that she was both extremely sore and tired. However she picked up his cup with out complaint... verbally or visually and filled it up with tea. Normally she would have been very interested in what he was looking at but she was so tired that all she could register was the fine way those pants hugged his hips and the thin trail of hair that disappeared beneath the tan fabric.<br><br>"I am a person who gets what I want Dr Christianson." she said as she walked over beside him and put his up of tea on a clear spot on the table. "I get what I want because I work very hard to obtain the skills necessary to get my goals accomplished." she knew that would grab his attention regardless if he looked at her, but she was not intending on starting another battle... though there was that chance. "I regret that my fatigue rushed my need to resolve any uncertainties that arose after my arrival..." Gods he smelled like musk and rainforest... she could feel a melting in her juncture below... she really needed sleep. "But as an intelligent person with a similar personality I am positive that you would not let a rocky start to our professional relationship nor the fact that I am not either man you chose keep you from using my determination, skills and knowledge to your benefit." her eyes never met his... she was still too busy noticing how the shadows of the lamps played with the dips between his muscles. "If I had no respect for you and your work, I would not have fought so hard to be here." There... that was as close to an apology as he was going to get... she doubted that he was the type to say sorry either.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2007, 20:16:24</strong>
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				While she fetched his coffee he mostly ignored her, looking over how to proceed. He wanted to go over it this evening with Yates so she could get the information to Mr. Payton first thing in the morning. He knew exactly where the small statue had been found, and he had a hunch he knew where to look next. Unfortunately too many people were at the dig site, so he needed to send them looking in the wrong direction… And that’s where Miss Yates would come in… <br><br>When she spoke up finally he straightened, watching her as she laid the cup down on the table. His hands came to his hips, and refrained from interrupting her till she was done. She was close enough to smell him, he’d been able to smell her from across the room and now that she was close, he could smell something different… He could smell the effect his body was having on her… Interesting he thought. His eyes remained averted from his, and he noticed the way they moved across his body… he smiled… “I’m glad you understand Miss Yates. As long as you do as you’re told, you’ll get everything you want out of this expedition, whether it’s experience, money or prestige.” He said taking a step closer to her. “We are on the verge of a great discovery you and I… And I need to know how far you’re willing to go to get it…?” he said, a grin on his face…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>09-03-2007, 22:47:34</strong>
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				The man had more than one advantage on her: height, weight, strength... and at the moment rest. She was by no means incapacitated in wit, but it was definitely taking her mind longer to process information than it normally would. 'As long as she did what she was told...' was he being suggestive? His aggressive step toward her suggested that he was. There was barely an inch between them now and even though she was standing up now, it did not diminish how small she made her feel. Jasmine could not believe how much this vulnerability turned her on. She put her hand on his chest intending on pushing him away or stepping back, but her thumb could not resist getting a feel of his skin... the path it took lead across one of his nipples. The brown eyed girl licked her lower lip then caught it between her teeth as her gaze slowly traveled up to meet his. <br><br>"I'm sorry Dr Christianson but I've only had about 14 hours of sleep in the past 4 days..." Damn how her body now ached and it had nothing to do with the past 4 days... "Be direct... what is this discovery and what are you wanting me to do." Was their sexual tension between them or was it all in her sleepy head? If he took her now she wouldn't protest... she wanted to feel if he kissed as dominantly as he acted and was that body of his capable of driving her to the point of screaming? Jasmine hoped these thoughts weren't written all over her face, but it was likely. She really needed sleep.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2007, 00:08:22</strong>
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				Brand looked down at her when her hand rose and touched him… She wanted him, but she was hesitant. She didn’t back away, which showed him determination… Or was it foolishness. He took in her scent, taking a deep breath which was an obvious gesture. There was a few moments of silence as he looked her over, but finally he stepped back. “Miss Yates… there may be times when you’ll be asked to do things… I need to know you’ll be willing and… able to perform these tasks…” he said turning back to the table. He moved a few items out of the way and gestured for her to approach… <br><br>Before she had time to answer he pointed out the small statue of the half-man half-panther… He handed her a small latex glove before reaching for his tea… “That was found in one of the digs… What do you make of it…?” he asked. He was standing next to the table, very close to where the statue pay… He reached and moved the overhead light closer…<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>10-03-2007, 04:04:30</strong>
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				He stepped away from her and her hand dropped to her side as she issued a soft sigh. So the energy between them was an allusion that her exhausted mind was playing on her. He wasn’t known for refusing a beautiful woman who threw themselves at him… though she didn’t exactly throw… the opportunity had to be embarrassingly obvious. But if he was going to ignore it… she would too. It was a relief really. <br><br>When Brand handed her the gloves she put them on with out question. It was an invitation to pick up the stone object he had just pointed out. When she picked it up it was something like a spiritual experience. Her lust for the man standing near her was forgotten along with her fatigue. “Its half man half jaguar.” She said with awe. Jaguar carvings were common enough, but none mixed with a man’s body. The animal was considered a very sacred nature spirit, but no evidence had ever been found that they tried to mimic or become the animal. “It could be evidence of a secret warrior society, a religious cult or perhaps even a different society.” She genuinely smiled in his presence for the first time. Of course he would not expect her to come up with a different race of people… but society was close enough. “Damn he’s beautiful.” She added wistfully. <br><br>Then it was easy to answer his first question. “As long as I’m not a sacrifice then you can count on me to do what needs to be done…” She really needed to get her mind out of the gutter… he was being vague… vagueness usually meant doing things morally questionable… such as sleeping with your boss. “But only if you promise that I’ll be in on the study what is found and when you make your announcement my name is listed beneath yours with a description of how invaluable I was written in your report.” This was what she had been dreaming about and working for since she was 12… she was not about to be squeamish about what needed to be done from this point forward. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2007, 14:34:36</strong>
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				Let her think the energy was gone he decided, though he knew better. Her tiredness would come in to his advantage. He watched her closely as she manipulated the statue, in obvious awe of it. He stepped closer and looked over her shoulder, his body brushing against hers. He already knew what she was going to say about the idol before she said it, but her description was very well thought out. “Yes, it is a wonderful piece…” he leaning against her slightly…<br><br>“Rest assure Miss Yates… You follow my orders and you’ll get top credit…” He said still standing very close to her. He was being sincere in a way. He didn’t care about the prestige, or fame that would come with discovering a new civilization, he simply wanted to learn more about his origins. She could take all the credit for all he cared. “Now…” he started, he moved himself forward, his arousal making itself obvious as it pressed just above her rear. His hand started sliding up her arm, gently, and softly… “About how far you are willing to go….” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>10-03-2007, 17:12:56</strong>
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				Giving how exhausted she was both physically and emotionally and combine that with an artifact that was a completely new discovery even in concept, Jasmine didn’t realize how close his body was until he spoke… Every nerve ending in her body seemed to surge to life. Though the air was loosing temperature due to the fact that the sun had set she felt as hot as if it were midday. She knew that Dr. Christianson was toying with her. It was another way for him to show her that he was the one with the control. At the moment she had no control over her body’s desire for his. Had it not already been evident… it was perfectly clear when he moaned as he pressed his hard thickness against the small of her back. <br><br>Instead of answering him she placed the statue back on the table and stepped away from him. With her back still to him she discarded the glove and began to unbutton her blouse. With every button that she undid, her desire only grew stronger. But the time she let the white shirt slide from her soft shoulders she felt heavy and her entire body ached. Was he going to take her now or was this simply a test? As she began to slowly lift her tank top, she turned allowing him to see her breasts slowly appear and then bounce as they dropped free of the material. Then she looped her thumbs in her pants and underwear and slid them down her well toned legs. After she stepped out of them, she stood before him a perfect vision of femininity. It was obvious that she had shaved as well as bathed and though her nether region was not completely shaved it was trimmed close enough that the flower of her sex was not hidden. Now she waited as nervious as a virgin on her wedding night to see how he took the answer to his question.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2007, 17:47:26</strong>
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				He felt her move away and he wondered if she would leave, or if she would give in. He knew she had felt his shaft against her back, it was rather large and would have been impossible to miss. He had been with a few of the native women, but it had been a while since he’d had a real woman, and he felt very eager to take this one… He watched her, as she began to unbutton her shirt, his lips creased into a grin… He was suddenly very pleased.<br><br>He watched as the tank top was drawn over her head and cast aside and she turned to face him. He licked his lips wondering how she would taste. His eyes focused on her hard nipples, and he wanted to touch them, but he hesitated. His mouth was practically watering and his manhood pressed hard against the fabric of the snug pants. She was beautiful, there was no doubt, even more beautiful than he had imagined. He grinned as he reached for his cup of tea… “Very good Miss Yates… I’m very much impressed by your dedication…” He moved to the large comfortable chair near the stove. He sat down and looked up at her… Would he take her? It was only a matter of time… Would it be like a wild animal, or more like a sensual lover? Perhaps he wouldn’t take her tonight… He took the time to remove his boots, then he slid his pants down to the ground releasing his hardness. “Come here Miss Yates…” he said pointing to the wood floor in front of him. “On your knees.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>11-03-2007, 01:21:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So he was impressed by her dedication… He damn well should be. Not only was she debasing herself now but she had put in far too many hours of exercise to count to ensure she was in shape for his environment. Yet she never lost that feminine softness that covered her hard muscles. Jasmine had a feeling she would be taking care of her own needs tonight, but she was far too tired for it to matter.<br><br>The young apprentice watched him peal his pants off his body and smiled slightly. The doctor was blessed with more than just a pretty body the man was hung… 8 or 9 inches she guessed. When he commanded her to get on her knees in between his legs she knew it was enough to choke her… but she wanted to know what it was like. What he tasted like… what he power of his personality combined with the power of his body felt like moving inside of her. Slowly she walked across the floor… perhaps she wouldn’t need him, her thoughts on him alone was almost enough to send of over the edge.<br><br>Her hands fell to his thighs as she used him to lower herself down. Her brown eyes were heavy lidded: partially because of sleepiness partially because of arousal. There was no need for him to tell her what he wanted. His velvet shaft was thick and pulsing&nbsp; when her slender fingers wrapped around it and lightly began to stroke. He was hot in her hand. It was a little wanton of her, but she wanted him hot inside her mouth. Since her hair was up in a bun, Brand could see her tongue slip out of her mouth and lick his sensitive head with a long sweeping stroke. Then it disappeared in the moist confines of her mouth.<br><br>Though this was the first time she had worked on someone she worked for, Jasmine was not new to sex. She took him as deep as she could go with each descent and her tongue worked the bottom of his shaft as she sucked her way back up. Her other hand cupped his heavy balls and gently massaged them. If this was as far as his debauchery went Jasmine figured she could handle it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>11-03-2007, 13:00:25</strong>
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				She was incredible. The way she moved, it was clear to Brand that she had an athletic body, and he would enjoy every inch of it over the length of the expedition. He liked the feel of her hands on him, first when she lowered herself, then as her hand stroke his length. He moaned almost immediately, indicating how expertly she was handling him. His eyes closed when he felt her tongue touch his tip and his head rolled back. The moaned turned into a groan when her mouth enveloped him… <br><br>His eyes opened and he looked down at her with a great smile… “Oh yes, Miss Yates… That’s very good….” He said feeling her fingers massage his balls. He took a sip from the tea while his other hand moved through her hair, finally pushing her down a little deeper on his shaft. “Don’t stop Miss Yates… but listen very carefully…” He said, trying to concentrate on his words rather than her mouth. He felt himself already beginning to peak, but held off. It was clear the man was an experienced lover, and he had some control… <br><br>With his cock as deep as she could take it he continued… “On the edge of the table is a stack of rolled up papers with your name on them…” He said pausing to take a deep breath, moaning as he exhaled… “These show the location of where the statue was found, and the direction which I would like the dig to take… Tonight, when you leave here… I want you to take those maps, drawings and satellite photos and come up with a dig plan that we will go over at breakfast…” he finished, his breathing somewhat ragged. It was mostly false, but this was what she wanted, a chance to do some Archaeology… This is what she was trained for and had wanted all along… He would give her this much. Plus he needed her to believe she was being the best she could be… Even if the direction he wanted her to go in was the wrong one…<br><br>He continued to shove himself into her mouth with his hand and he grinned, enjoying the feel of her velvety tongue on the underside of his member. “You’re very talented Miss Yates…” he said as he neared his peak… “One more thing… When you leave here, do not put your clothes back on… You will leave here carrying the papers and your clothes in your hands… This is for your own safety. If the natives see your naked form leave my hut they will assume I own you, and they won’t make a move against you…” he said still grinning. It was only half true, he mostly wanted to make sure he was in total control… He took another deep breath as he was close to the edge…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>11-03-2007, 23:12:39</strong>
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				The smell of Dr Christianson’s arousal was strong, but not unpleasant and Jasmine was very pleased at his moans and reactions to her mouth on his ridged cock. If he enjoyed her it meant she would be more likely to get what she wanted… though there was a small voice in the back of her mind that insisted she not trust him. Trust him or not, she had no choice but to do as he said. Until his find proved sound or she could stand on her own reputation he called the shots.<br><br>Though tired, she was still smart enough to guess when he took a sip of tea that this sex act would be a one sided event. It was then that she decided she wanted him to misjudge her intelligence. Give him enough so that he would never doubt her capable… be a bit feminine to things as he would expect a woman to be and always keep some of herself for herself… as she would when she returned to her tent. Her strategy was affirmed as he pushed her head down further on his rock hard shaft, forcing her to quell her gag reflex. He could feel the opening of her throat try to close around him. <br><br>As he talked the woman did listen as well as keep his pleasure consistent.&nbsp; She used the same pressure, the same rate of stroking, the pressure on his testicles was kept the same and she even continued to deep throat him though the effort made her eyes water. Even though she was being subjected to this humiliation… her body still burned with need. <br><br>His words sounded like a good deal, though she was wondering what the catch was… and then he said she couldn’t leave with her cloths on… the natives seeing her naked… she almost choked. A gagging sound came from her throat as she his large hand on the back of her head was pressing down. It would not doubt please his him. Jasmine wanted nothing more than to bite him at the moment, but she could tell by his breathing and the slight bucking of his hips that he was getting close to his climax. She doubled her efforts, covering more of his cock with her tongue… sucking harder… bobbing and stroking faster… the sooner she got him off, the sooner she could go back to her tent and satisfy her own aching body. When he finally reached his peak, she was a good apprentice and swallowed every drop… not that she could do other wise with him holding her head to his manhood.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>12-03-2007, 14:36:50</strong>
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				The DR set his tea cup down as he neared his peak, again his eyes closed and his head rolled slightly back. He was done speaking, he’d said what he had to and he was convinced she was now his to do with as he pleased. He knew as long as he treated her like his apprentice and as long as had good challenging work for her she would continue to service his other needs. Plus with her running the one dig, he could concentrate on more important things…<br><br>These were the last real thoughts he had before he came hard. It had been a while for him and his load was rather large. Just as he peaked he made sure to ram his cock as deep as it could go and he held it there while spurt after spurt coated her throat. “Arrrrggghhhhhhhhhhh” he groaned loudly… Very loudly… He didn’t care if she swallowed or spit it he was just very glad to find release… Soon his breathing began to return to normal and he let her off his cock… <br><br>“Very good Miss Yates… Now you may go…” He nodded to the hut’s entrance… He made no motion to move beyond picking up the cup and taking another drink from it… “Remember, breakfast here tomorrow morning, just after dawn… Have a dig plan ready…” he said watching her…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>13-03-2007, 01:21:32</strong>
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				She really didn’t have any choice other than to swallow or choke. Jasmine had to force herself not to panic as he held her down on his manhood; her throat clenching around his tip not only to swallow his seed but to force him out. Her eyes streamed tears and she could not prevent her small sounds of alarm. Once he let her go she fell backwards on to the floor, her hair loosed from the bun and fell about her shoulders as she coughed. He had obviously put her in distress yet continued to talk to her as if it were nothing. It was enough to douse the fire running through her veins… at least a little.<br><br>After glaring at him for a few seconds, the woman quietly stood and gathered first the papers and then her cloths. She was not worried about the natives seeing her body. Jasmine knew that her body was beautiful because she had worked hard for it. But if the natives assumed she belonged to Dr. Christianson then they would talk… it would get interpreted… the others at the excavation site would assume that she was sleeping for advancement… hell they already thought that since she had to set her tent up beside his hut. Now they would know that there was sex involved. It could make things rather difficult. However she managed to make it back to her tent with as much dignity as she could muster.<br><br>After dressing she fixed herself a glass of water and brushed her teeth. And though her head was pounding from lack of sleep she spent and hour and a half going over the plans and making notes. At the point she could no longer see straight she called it quits and set her alarm for an hour before sunrise so she could go over her plans and add what she could. Then she turned out the light and wrapped herself like a cocoon in the blankets on the hammock… There was no time for thoughts as she succumbed to the sleep she had been desiring for days.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>13-03-2007, 15:15:25</strong>
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				Once she left his hut, Brand smiled, feeling content. He reached into the small drawer built in the table that sat next to his large comfortable chair. The chair Mr. Payton often referred to as the Doctor’s throne. He took out a small Cuban cigar and he lit it using a wooden match from a small box. He smoked, and he continued to drink from the tea for about 30 minutes, finally deciding it was time to retire. He felt satiated and completely relaxed. He stood and collected his clothes, before moving into the bedroom. He considered heading into the woods, to hunt for fresh meat, but decided he needed to rest. The next few days could prove to be difficult. It wasn’t long before he was lying in the large and comfortable canopy bed and he started to sleep lightly…<br><br>The morning came quickly, but Brand didn’t rely on sleep the way other people did. Being a creature of night he could go on for days with little sleep, plus he’d slept quite well the previous night. He was now dressed similarly to the way he was the previous evening, wearing a pair of snug tan coloured pants tucked into hard riding boots. He wore a button up shirt that was quite open, revealing a portion of his upper chest. His hair was tied back. He sat at the table, which had mostly been cleared. A large tray of fresh native fruit and dried meets was set in front of him. A cup of fresh coffee was set aside his laptop, which he was reading from at the moment…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 21:27:10</strong>
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				Jasmine awoke with a start when she felt a fierce vibration against her side. Had she not had the foresight to sleep with the silent alarm clock she would have thought that a very large bug had gotten into her blankets. She didn’t like bugs… That would amuse Mr. Christianson if he found out, wouldn’t it?<br><br>She really didn’t want to think about what would amuse that man or not… he was an ass. He had gotten off on humiliating her last night and, heaven help her, her sex and breast where already tightening at the memory of having her head shoved down on that large cock of his. Her body’s reaction horrified her. Not that she had ever allowed a man to do that to her before she never even remotely dreamed that she would like it. Well she was going to have to focus strictly on her work… and if that involved sucking on his god gifted endowment… she would just have to do it as she would any other job requirement she wasn’t exactly fond of.<br><br>After relieving herself far back in the woods, she sat down in the tent and reviewed the aerial photos, site maps and her plan again. There were a few modifications that she made, but over all the plan was solid… she even noted places that were not related to the dig that she would like to look at in her own personal time… but in her head, not on paper. She still wasn’t sure if he was yanking her chain or not and he had already proved he could be sadistic. <br><br>When she dressed for the day, she put on a pair of light cotton pants. They were light brown, a little baggy, but not enough to get caught on everything. Though they had elastic at the bottoms she still pulled her thick socks over them and put her water proof hiking boots on. As he had seen her last night… a tank top that hugged her curves, covered by a light cotton long sleeve shirt. She button the shirt until her breasts where covered and tucked both shirts into her pants… no buggies were going to easily get into her clothing… yet she still looked fashionable and alluring. The men would probably laugh to know she was getting clothing that cost her around $100 a piece dirty. Her curly brown hair was once again tamed and wrapped into a bun… this time secured with hair pins. Some of the ringlets had escaped and framed her face, but that always happened… she wasn’t going to fight it… not when she needed all of her energy for her new boss. <br><br>After setting out the solar panels to charge she walked remaining yards to his tent. The sun was just breaking the horizon and she still wanted to be asleep. Though she didn’t doubt that he man got up this early… she was sure he set up this meeting so early on her first day just to be an ass. “Dr. Christianson?” She knocked on the door of his hut and waited for his permission to enter.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 00:00:59</strong>
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				"Miss Yates... Please come in... " he said looking over through the screen door. He stood and took a few steps to greet her before he gestured to a seat across from where he had been sitting. His smile was genuine. He had no intention of mixing important business with pleasure, and this morning was business. This morning the girl would need to prove to him she other assets besides her body that he could make use of. <br><br>"Please sit... Help yourself to some breakfast..." he said offering her another smile. He moved to the stove and poured her a cup of coffee, then he made his way close to her. He was clean, and he smelled clean. When he moved in this hut he had the natives set up a water tank on the roof which they fill with buckets each day. The water runs into an imersion burner, which supplied him with all the hot water he desired, plus he'd brought in a large tub to bath in... <br><br>"This coffee is the best, brewed with beans cultivated locally..." he said as he placed the cup directly into her hand. It really did smell good... "I trust you slept well... And undisturbed" he said moving back to take his chair. He hit a few keys on his laptop before he closed the cover, then he watched her... Whether she ate or drank the coffee, or whether she would get right down to business he watched and waited...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 03:13:50</strong>
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				There was definately a different manner about him this morning. Either rest had showed him the error of her ways or she woke up in fairy land and it was an illusion. She figured the latter, but she would accept him being nice at the moment. <br><br>When he mentioned food, her stomach rumbled lightly to remind her that she hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. He had upset her too much yesterday afternoon for it to even be a thought in her mind. She smelled the coffee and her nose was waking up, but it seemed more interested in how the Doctor smelled than the coffee. He smelled like masculine soap. The scent a woman could be content to lay against his chest and smell all day...<br><br>The coffee being placed in directly into her hands was her life saver. She slid into the offered chair and set her bag gently on the floor. He could tell she still had a sleepy look on her face, despite being awake for the past hour. The man was all but forgotton as she mentally sank into the aroma of the coffee. Jasmines dark eyes closed and a peaceful smile appeared on her face. Coffee was one of the things that she had forsaken as a luxery that she had to learn to live with out, but if the brew in this cup tasted as good as he smelled... it alone would be worth having sex with him to get. When she finally brought the drink to her lips and let it slip into her mouth she moaned as if she were being made love to. "God, this is the best... thank you." She said as she finally opened her eyes. With out her spit and fire, she showed a refined grace. Her rich up bringing was apparent in the way she moved. <br><br>The dark haired beauty would have loved to sleep in this morning... she would have loved to finish her coffee and eat before beginning their meeting, but she didn't. She could eat when they were done and drink while they were talking. So she took out the ariel photos, maps and satalite images and put them on his desk. then she went over her plans and provided him a copy of what she was saying neatly hand written on notebook paper. It was a sound plan, well thought out and even in some points insiteful. He would find that he could count intelligence as one of her assets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 17:20:09</strong>
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				She looked very lovely, though he could tell she was still a bit tired. She no doubt spent some time over the plans last night, possibly into the wee hours. That thought pleased him so he smiled, looking her over first, then he moved his eyes to the drawings and photos she set before him. “You’re very welcome Miss Yates… I have the locals deliver them fresh every morning. It would please me greatly if you’d stop by in the mornings to enjoy a cup. It is a pleasant way to look over the days plans wouldn’t you say…?” he finished, before taking another drink. <br><br>Right down to business, the Dr liked that. He knew Mr. Payton would be eagerly waiting for the day’s plans and her arrival at the dig site. He carefully listened to her as she explained her plan, and he nodded often, agreeing with her insights and opinions. “You clearly know what you’re doing Miss Yates…” he said. Her thinking seemed very by the book, quite typical for young up and comers, and yet she was far more intelligent than a typical one would be. She had the plans laid out in steps that went far beyond the task that had been required. <br><br>“I’m impressed Miss Yates, you’ve done well considering the time and circumstances, but do not think too far ahead…” he said, it being the only criticism of her entire plan. “Take a few moments to enjoy a bite and your coffee… Then I want you to deliver the plan, along with a few modifications to Mr. Payton at the dig site. I want you to remain there this morning and oversee the beginning of the new location. Once the workers are at task, send Mr. Payton to see me… Then return here for lunch so we can discuss future plans…” he finished, pulling her plans and drawings away from her and looking them over one more time…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>20-03-2007, 04:41:41</strong>
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				Keeping him pleased was the main goal was it not? She had merely nodded and moaned when she was able to take a sip of coffee again. Explaining her ideas had been a welcome distraction&nbsp; to keep her from thinking about how she pleased him last night… the humiliation he had subjected her too and even worse… how much she had liked it. The up comer murmured a soft thanks at his first compliment. Jasmine was attempting to be demure around him but her eyes showed the extent at which she appreciated the compliment. <br><br>It was difficult to eat as the only thing in the room with looking at was him as he had taken the papers to look at more closely. If Brand looked at her out of the corner of his eye he would see that she was intently looking every where else but his direction. She wasn’t eating slow, but she didn’t want to appear like she was rushing to leave either. The new archeologist had to wonder if he was always going to unsettle her like this. When he gave the papers back to her, she finished her coffee and put the documents back into her bag. “Thank you Dr. Christianson. I’ll see you at lunch.” She stood and waited for his sign of dismissal and made her way to the dig.<br><br>The dark haired beauty had not liked Mr. Payton last night. Nothing had changed by the light of day. She didn’t like the way he looked at her; undressing her with his eyes. He had invited her into his tent, but she had walked to a table in the sunlight and set out the papers on it. She had prattled on about enjoying the warmth of the sun and the freshness of the air… basic bullshit and she suspected he thought so as well. But she didn’t care, she could be see by countless others.<br><br>Not that being seen was entirely a good thing. It was as she expected… though she could not hear the other interns talking, she could read their looks… They were thinking she had banged the boss. Some even nodded their heads when Payton told them that she would be directing a new location and that they were moving. After about an hour she figured she could handle the rest of the work. The natives wouldn’t give her any problems at all and though she would have to rely on one of the disgruntled men to interpret for her… she would establish that she was the right man for the job even better if Brands friend wasn’t there. So she urged him to go and felt a sense of relief when he left.<br><br>By lunch time she was sore, sweaty and covered in grime that came with setting up the new site. Some of the tents had to be set up. Which meant the forest had to be cleared. She had ensured that she protected every animal she could… except for the bugs. Jasmine had thought about bathing and changing cloths but she was running late as it was. So she stopped at her tent to treat the blisters on her feet and change her socks. She washed her face and hands and brushed her hair before putting it back in a bun. It was 12:30 when she knocked on his hut once more. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echos of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>20-03-2007, 14:21:48</strong>
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				After the apprentice had left Dr. Christianson spent some time in quiet contemplation looking over the notes on his laptop. He was looking over a site about a kilometre away form where Miss Yates had set up her dig. This was where he would send Mr. Payton and a few trusted associates more start an alternate dig, where he suspected more of the artefacts would be found. Several large map sheets were printing out on the plotter and he quickly had them on the table, taking measurements and marking certain areas. When Mr. Payton arrived he ushered him in and gave him directions and instructions. The man warned the Dr that the new girl was too good, and that she would soon figure out what they were doing, but Brand simply told him the girl wouldn’t be a problem. <br><br>Once the 'go to guy' had left with his instruction brand poured himself another cup of coffee and sat in his large chair. His mind wandered back to the previous night, and how much controlling this woman had been a turn on for him. He had felt powerful as he watched her gag and fall to the floor. He didn’t really think that form of humiliation would be required, though he already new he would make of her body again, and soon.<br><br>By lunch time his morning work was completed, and the noontime meal was already laid out on the table. He patiently waited for the woman to arrive, nibbling at the food on the trays and drinking the fresh water. His mind considered what he would demand of her this time. There was no doubt the dig she had planned was probably progressing very well by now, of that he was certain. She was confident in her ability to perform her duty. He knew if she remained focus she could eventually figure out what was going on so he needed a way distract her, and he didn’t think that would be difficult to do. <br><br>When he heard the knock at the door he waved her in without looking at her, and he continued to pace the room…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 16:57:13</strong>
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				He reminded her of a jungle cat with the intense way he was moving. Deep in thought, his muscles rippling beneath his form fitting pants. Dr Christianson was simply sex appeal covered in skin. He looked as fresh as she had left him this morning, though she could imagine that he only smelled better since his body heat would amply the scent of the soap. It reminded her that she was still slightly damp from sweat.<br><br>To force her mind from the direction it was going, Jasmine walked over and sat in the chair that she had used that morning. "I apologize for being late, Dr. Christianson, but I am sure you understand how it is when you see one more thing that you can do and that is followed by one more thing and so on..." She let her voice drift. She wasn't terribly late... yet she didn't want him to treat her like he had last night... or so she told herself as she felt a slight throbbing centered in her sex. "We should have everything set up by sundown and be ready to begin at first light." That was something she was proud of... she worked hard right along with the others. There were still a few grumbles among her collegues, but at least she showed them that even if she was having sex with the boss, she was willing to work as hard as anyone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 17:26:09</strong>
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				He watched as she crossed the room and sat at the table. He hadn’t been aware of her tardiness until she admitted to it. His eyes glanced at the clock showing she was a half hour late. He considered that for a moment as he walked to the table and took up his coffee cup. He looked over the food laid out on the table. Perhaps now would be a good time to distract her. Perhaps he should punish her for her tardiness…? After sipping from the cup he turned his back to her and started pacing again.<br><br>After a silent moment he turned to face her. “People from around the world apply to work for me… I get to pick the ones I want… At least usually…” He said, the resentment showing in his voice. It was there because he purposefully put it there. He stood there glaring at her. “Not many people get invitations to my hut, or to share lunch with me” he said his eyes trying to bore holes through her. He started walking forward again and he paused after walking around to her side. “This morning I thought we were on the same page, I thought we were seeing eye to eye… Perhaps I was wrong, perhaps my first instincts about you were right all along…” he finished, he turned and walked back to his coffee cup and he took a drink… He set cup down again. “Last night you said you were prepared to do anything I asked for the opportunity… And you can’t even be… ON TIME !!!” he said, yelling at her for those last two words and his fists thumping hard on the hardwood table… A glance at his body would reveal the rather large lump in his pants indicating he was very aroused by the situation…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>23-03-2007, 18:54:04</strong>
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				Jasmine was supprised at his reaction. Tough she couldn't say that she could guess his reaction to everything she had expected that if he was angry with her being late that he would have said something as soon as she came in. Dr Christianson was intense and intemidating she would give him that. She wanted to flinch under his stare and did flinch when he yelled at her. But she was not one to be intimdated. <br><br>She knew she should have agreed with his statement and beg for forgiveness, but she couldn't do it. "We are on the same page Doctor. If the others continue the same pace and efficency that was occuring when I left then we gained four hours at the site and we have a better power source here so you and I can work later into the night. I do regret that I am a little late, but I am certain had you been the one doing my tasks today that you would have made the same choices." She made an effort to keep her voice from being confrentational but her chin did lift slightly when she began to speak. He had almost chocked her on his dick last night, wasn't that proof enough she was willing to do what was necessary? And heaven help her that tinglely feeling sparked in her groin again at the thought of last night. The obvious buldge in his pants didn't help either. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>23-03-2007, 19:47:11</strong>
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				The woman was defying him again… It was infuriating, but at the same time, that she would stand up to him turned him on even more. No one stood up to him. The few white women in the expedition had always cringed in fear and given in immediately, the natives even more eager to please, but this woman… She was different. He stood straighter and crossed his arms in front of his chest as she spoke, and the glare he gave her made no attempt to hide his displeasure…<br><br>“I’m afraid we are NOT on the same page Miss Yates… If we were you would have been here over a half hour ago… Perhaps Mr. Payton was correct about you; perhaps you care more about your career and your own personal gain to be a capable member of my team. He feels you’ll try and take the expedition over, and undermine my authority…” he said, the anger and disappointment all apparent in his voice. “And don’t you EVER dare to presume you know what choices I would make…” he finished with a look of disgust. <br><br>“Stand up Miss Yates…” He said using his commanding voice…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>24-03-2007, 01:05:55</strong>
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				It was most definitely wrong but her first thought was not to protect her job, but her honor and integrity… funny thing that when she had practically whored herself out to him last night. “The letch” She muttered under her breath about Payton. She had never trusted him once that day, but he had seemed to be impressed about her abilities. When Brand told her to stand she did, her chin still up in a stubborn tilt and her spine straight. <br><br>“The only presumption that I have made about you was that you were a man of high intelligence. If that was a mistake Doctor Christianson, I assure you it will never be made again, as I learn from my mistakes.” <br><br>God, she knew that was a mistake as soon as it left her mouth. But it hurt for him to accuse her of wanting to take over his expedition when she had worked so hard to get here so she could learn from him. It had been a rough trip here and she still didn’t have the sleep that her body needed because he had denied it to her. Yet she still tried to impress him today. Her world was turning upside down and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She didn’t want to go home with a career ruined before it started and her rich parents telling her they told her so.<br><br>Jasmine cast her eyes down at the floor, expecting that she would be packing her belongings tonight and leaving in the morning.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>24-03-2007, 02:29:56</strong>
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				The Doctor wasn't used to this type of reaction from his underlings. He listened to what she said and he got more angered, and more turned on at the same time. He walked up to her slowly but with obvious purpose. "You're good at what you do Miss Yates, and you have... Other assets that interests me, right now, that's the only reason you're still here..." He said leaning down, his face very close to hers. "I had hoped that you would have learned your lesson by now... But disobedeance breeds punishment..." he said as his right hand moved to caress her cheek, the fingers sliding till they traced the outline of her ear...<br><br>Finally that hand moved back to the back of her head, where he took a firm grip on her hair and pulled back... "Do you know... Miss Yates how I punish the people who work for me?" he asked, but still pulling back on her hair he didn't allow her the time to answer... "I use them... That's how." he said as he started to move around the table, pulling the girl along slowly. He wasn't pulling hard... Afterall physical pain wasn't really his thing... Humiliation was. <br><br>He reached a clean spot of table and he pushed her so she was bent over it and her head was laying sideways upon it... "And I should tell you, the punishment gets worse each time..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>24-03-2007, 16:47:02</strong>
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				Again he reminded her of a jungle cat in the way he moved. His boots had never made a sound on the wood floors and now he looked like he was stalking prey. The prey at the moment happened to be her. It took every bit of effort she could muster to stand her ground, as it was she could not look at him as she spoke so close to her face. Brand could smell her fear… and her arousal. Though she had no clue her body was betraying her to him, she mentally cursed her reaction to his breath and touch on her skin. Jasmine cursed the way her body seemed to hum at the power his form emitted. <br><br>The dark haired woman screamed when he pulled back on her hair. Her hands immediately went to cover his to prevent him from pulling any harder. When he began to pull her around the table she tried to struggle. That alone pulled her hair more than he would have. ‘Please…’ She pleaded for him to let her go but never finished the sentence as he pushed her down on to the table. She had no imagination as how he intended to use her… or how it could be worse than choking her on his member last night… but her body ached to find out.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>24-03-2007, 17:12:47</strong>
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				Brand felt powerful. He still had a firm grip on her hair and his elbow pressed down between her shoulder blades pinning her chest to the table. He loved hearing her beg to be released, and he would release her... When he was done with her. His eyes moved over her perfect ass as it was in front of him. His free hand grabbed it roughly, feeling its wonderful firmness... The fingers then moved to the waistline of her pants and he grabbed them and the underwear...<br><br>"This could have been so simple Miss Yates, and pleasurable for both of us..." He finihsed as he yanked her pants and underwear to the floor exposing her moist sex. He could smell her heat, she wanted this as much as he did. He lifted his hand and paused... "Why" he brought it down on her ass hard with a loud slap. "Must you insist on aggravating me...?" he said reaching for his own belt and button. He released his large cock, which was already hard as a rock. <br><br>He positioned himself at her opening, and without warning he drove into her hard and to the hilt with a loud grunt... There he paused... "The punishment will get more severe Miss Yates..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-03-2007, 18:11:38</strong>
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				Jasmine’s body shivered in anticipation. She hoped he attributed to fear and not the achy desire of her wayward body. Would he take her with out knowing she wanted it? She had told him the night before that she would do what ever he wanted to keep her job, so she could not refuse, but this is not how she imagined their first time would be.<br><br>“Please…” She begged again was he groped her bottom. Desire shot through her abdomen like lightning and her sex clinched tight. Even she couldn't tell if she were begging him to stop or continue. At this moment she realized that she had never imagined how their first time would be, but had she intentionally pushed him to this? <br><br>The waist band of her pants were solely elastic so it was with ease that he pulled both them and her panties down to expose her shame… the fact that she was wet for him. The woman forced against the table cried out in pain as his hand landed with out mercy on her exposed bottom. She was close to begging for that mercy, but she would not have been asking for him to stop.<br><br>Then he speared her upon his manhood. She screamed in pain again as he gave her taut sex no time to adjust for his large size and slammed with force against her cervix. That screamed turned into a moan as she could not prevent her body from grinding back against him. “God, please…” She was so tight and tense that he felt like the biggest man she had ever taken. If she had the ability to think straight she would have known that feeling was a fact. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>26-03-2007, 16:15:40</strong>
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				He had slid in quite easily, indicating she was probably as aroused as he was. He grinned as he wondered if she defied him on purpose, if she aggravated him so he would use her. Maybe that’s what drove her. She was wrapped around him tight, her walls feeling like they closing in on him in an almost vice like grip… He took a deep breath…<br><br>His elbow pushed her down a little harder onto the table while his hand pulled back on her hair forcing her back to arch. “I must say Miss Yates… I think you’re enjoying this…” he said as he pulled out of her till only the tip remained. His free hand moved around her body and he grabbed one of her breasts. Though she still wore a shirt he could picture them from last night and he squeezed it before he pushed himself deep inside her again… <br><br>“How am I going to punish you next Miss Yates…? This is probably more of a reward for you isn’t it…? How does it feel…? How does my cock feel…?” he asked as he began to pull out once more. He pushed in, now starting to move at a slow steady pace. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>27-03-2007, 18:38:34</strong>
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				That she would have to face him every day with him knowing that he aroused her and that his treatment of her thus far had aroused her was very humilating. Her cheeks where flushed pink with embaressment but also with the heat of her arousal. Jasmine made a sound of protest as he pushed her more into the hard table and pulled on her hair. Her hands gripped the edge of the table tightly in an effort to support herself.<br><br>"I'm not!" She lied. It was obvous by the way she said it, but the way her body was responding to his... the moan that escaped her lips as he fondled her breast. His cock felt wonderful inside of her, even if he was too large. She had never been stretched this way; she had never felt so full. She moaned again as he pushed back into her; it ended with a slight sound of air as he pushed into her cervix. There was no way she was going to admit that she wanted this or that she was loved the way it made her feel.<br><br>"You're a bastard." She replied as he started to fuck her at a consistant stroke. The table prevented her body from moving forward to lessen the shock of his thrusts. The tops of thighs were probably going to be bruised when he was done, but to her delight and dismay it felt wonderful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>28-03-2007, 16:34:05</strong>
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				The good Doctor continued to pound into her, knowing the hard, heavy table had no give. Her legs had to be starting to feel sore from the treatment she was receiving. It couldn’t be all pleasure, it was a punishment after all. “Bastard…?” he repeated questioningly . He began to push into her harder and faster. <br><br>His hand slipped from her breast and it moved down her body till her reached her mound. His fingers moved lower till he could feel her clit. He brushed it, then began to rub it, gently and surprisingly softly at first, but soon the touch got hard. <br><br>He could feel the pressure building, she felt wonderful. “You never answered my question Miss Yates… How does my cock feel inside you…? Be honest now…” he said ramming in extra hard as he finished the question… “I hope you don’t enjoy this too much…” he said pushing down with his elbow and giving her hair a little extra tug…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>29-03-2007, 15:36:02</strong>
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				“GOD!’ The brunette screamed as the doctor took her with more force. The pain of him hitting her cervix so hard kept her tense and never gave her the time to adjust to his size. The friction of him moving inside of her was intense and though she should be hating this her insides where on fire and getting even hotter. <br><br>She knew that the natives in the village could hear what was going on. Her moans and cries where quite loud and the homes not built to keep in sound. The only way she could think of this to be worse is if it would have happened at the dig site where all of the other apprentices could hear it. She hadn’t done anything worth punishment and damn her body for responding the way it was. Tears streamed out of Jasmine’s eyes both of humiliation and frustration. <br><br>The woman gasped as his fingers slipped over her sensitive button. It felt like lightning moving though her body. She could feel the beginning tingles of an orgasm. Her body shivered and trembled beneath him. The pleasure was so intense that she wanted to get away from it, but he had her pinned to the table… forcing her to take what her body shamefully wanted. The pressure in her womb increased the longer hand harder he rubbed.<br><br>She would never answer that question if she could help it. At the moment she was too lost in the pleasure to form a thought in her beautiful head. “GOD!” She screamed again as he rammed… or did she say good? She couldn’t tell as her body felt as if it fragmented into a million pieces and began to shake and shutter in the throws of a powerful orgasm. Her tight sheath pulsed and danced around his manhood trying entice him to his own pleasure. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>30-03-2007, 17:46:28</strong>
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				He loved the way she was yelling out loud. He knew everyone in the village could hear, and it help speed him along. He twisted his hand which forced her head to turn and he could see her face, and the tears that ran down it. It brought a wide grin to his face. “You love it Miss Yates… I can tell, why don’t you just say it…?” he said as he pounded into her now as hard as he could. <br><br><em>She’s going to cum!!!</em> He realized as he pulled a bit harder on her hair. He could feel her reach her orgasm, and he considered taking his fingers away and pulling out, but he was starting to shake himself from his own peak. He gave in, his fingers continuing to rub her clit and he trusted through his own orgasm. <br><br>Steams of seed fired into her and he groaned almost animalistically. As they both came down from the high they had reached, his breathing was already becoming steady, having far more stamina and endurance than a human. He kept his shaft deep within her for a long moment… “You’re a formidable woman Miss Yates… But next time I have to punish you… You may not find it this… Pleasant…” he said, having no doubt in his mind that this had been good for her. <br><br>Finally he pulled out of her and stepped back, but he didn’t release her hair. Instead he pulled back hard and down, forcing her to the floor at his feet. He presented his dripping cock very close to her face… “You’ve made a mess Miss Yates… Be a good girl and clean it up…” he said, a smirk cresting his lips…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>31-03-2007, 03:09:05</strong>
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				She had half expected him to stop stimulating her and to pull out when she started to orgasm. It would not have stopped her orgasm but the screaming intensity in which her body exploded would not have been reached.&nbsp; Her body had been on a sexual edge since she had seen him at the water fall. She had not had sex since she had dated Martin… the lout who used her to copy her contacts and thesis. Thankfully she had caught him before he could do major damage. Still Dr Christianson had chosen him over her… he had deserved that car accident.<br><br>It was evident on her face that she felt punished. Yes, on a mental level she had to have wanted what he was doing. A woman’s orgasm was both mental and physical. But that he could make her respond that way when she was beginning to despise him as a person as much as she admired is ability professionally was completely embarrassing. <br><br>For the moment her spit and fire was gone. It could have been the endorphins that her body had released during her orgasm that had calmed her down or she had simply lost the will to fight him. She had gained him time… saved him money. Any of those other baboons would have cost him time and still have been late to lunch. But what would be the purpose of bring up that point. He didn’t want to listen to her. <br><br>So she slid to the floor as he pulled her hair. She was struck again by his pure masculine beauty. His stomach was flat and toned. She could spend eternity caressing his hip with her mouth… if she had liked him. Even his lip half erect cock was a reminder that he was a man who could provide many hot nights of even hotter pleasure. But she had never tasted herself on anyone before and she had no desire to know what a mingling of their fluids tasted like. Had they eaten first she probably would have gagged. Still she had to do as she was told, perhaps not in the way he wanted… is fault for not being specific. <br><br>Jasmine took off her over shirt, leaving her thin tight tank top on. It was damp with her perspiration so the designs in her white lace bra could be easily seen. Ever so gently she began to clean him with the soft shirt. She lifted his testicles with a couple of fingers and dried the sweat underneath them. If he let her continue she would clean the rest of him in the same gentle manner. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>01-04-2007, 05:17:54</strong>
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				The doctor watched as she removed her shirt, but a look of disappointment soon came over his face. She'd already wiped most of their fluids when he grabbed her shirt and tore it from her grasp. "For someone who claims to be so intelligent, you sure are stupid Miss Yates... You know damn well that wasn't what I meant." he considering showing her the back of his hand but held back... For now. <br><br>He removed his own shirt, and he toosed it on the table. His hand went to lightly stroke her hair, before grabbing it roughly once again. His other hand moved to his cock, and he began stroking it lightly, a bit of left over cum seeping out of the tip. He pulled her face close, and he wiped the cum off her cheek, then he rubbed his cock along her soft skin. "You will learn to respect and obey my every command... If you want to stay..." he said. <br><br>"Come with me.." he said as he started to pull her along the floor by the hair. He didn't yank, not wanting to cause her too much harm, but his grip was firm. He would certainly make it uncomfortable for her. He pulled her into his wash chamber. In the center of this room was a cast tub, large enough for two people to lie in comfortably. There was a toilet in one corner and a wash basin on a counter in another. There was piping from the tanks on the roof that ended in a shower head above the tub. <br><br>He drug her to the tub and forced her in. Then he reached for one of the chains near the top. He pulled it down, and cold water began to pour unto her body, covering the light shirt she still wore... The water was very cold... His hand continued to stroke himself back to hardness and he grinned...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>03-04-2007, 04:26:16</strong>
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				Jasmine cowered when he jerked the shirt from her hands. Perhaps up to this point her mind was seeing it as a game. He was a man who wore sex appeal like a second skin but his violence scared her as much as his show of power turned her on. There had to be something wrong with her and she began to wonder if she could survive a year with him when he caressed her cheek with enough tenderness to catch her attention. <br><br>It didn’t surprise her when it didn’t last and his hand once more took a harsh hold on her hair. She tried not to cry out, but could not help it as he pulled her over and rub his dick all over her face. The brunette blushed deeply with embarrassment. Her body’s lust had been sated at the moment. So in this moment of clarity she was horrified at what she had done… what she had allowed him to do. <br><br>She was about to take control of herself when he began to walk away, taking her with him by her hair. Her pants and panties where still about her thighs so she stumbled along painfully until she got them pulled up. There was barely enough time for her to register the high level of technology in the room before she was forced into the one thing she would have loved the night before… the bathtub.<br><br>When the cold water hit her in the chest she screamed. She had not been prepared for how cold the water was and the shock of it was almost too much. Her nipples hardened into tight nubs; the shape could be seen though her bra. Her pants where getting wet as well as her shoes. Tear continued down her beautiful face. Now she was totally confused as to why he would punish her this much... she had gained him time, she had gained him time.<br><br>Those thoughts occurred in her mind faster than she realized. On an instinctual level she was looking for a way to end the torment. When he moved his free hand back too his manhood she kicked the water knob to turn the water off while moving both hands to his hand still in her hair. “Please stop. Please stop.” She cried meekly while looking down and away from him. She wasn’t sure if he would hit her or not, but she didn’t want to see it coming.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>03-04-2007, 20:52:14</strong>
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				He was grinning when she kicked the water off and reached for his hand, still hanging onto her hair… He let go finally and he crossed his arms over his chest and he smiled down at her, in the tub soaked. Her nipples seemed hard and were threatening to poke through the bra and shirt she still wore. He laughed a bit, out loud, hoping to add to her embarrassment. <br><br>“You see Miss Yates; I get what I want… Always. I expect nothing but complete obedience from those who work below me, and those that fail me, get punished. They usually don’t fail me more than once…” he said taking a few steps but making sure he remained close. He was within easy reach to prevent her from removing herself from his tub. “I would have sent pretty much anyone else packing by now, and by packing I don’t just mean going home, I also mean preparing for another career altogether.”<br><br>He took a step closer… “But I like you Miss Yates… You’re ambitious enough that you will constantly seek to impress me, and to go above and beyond what is required… Both admirable qualities, for sure…” he said, his eyes roaming down her body… “I also find you physically appealing… Very much so in fact…” he said, of that, he knew she had no doubt… <br><br>“But… If you and I are going to work together any longer… You will need to listen to every word that escapes my lips, and you will follow my instructions whatever they are, to the letter… Do not assume to know what I want, my instructions will be clear and literal…” he said, still standing close, so close in fact he could almost taste her. “Punishment will increase in severity, and you should know… Sometimes, Mr. Payton assists me in dealing out punishment…” he said with a grin… “Unfortunately… He’s not as kind as I am…” <br><br>After a moment of silence, he stepped into the tub, his large erection grazing her abdomen. He hit the chain for the hot water to begin pouring down their bodies, and Brand reached for the woman’s shirt, but this time his touch was soft and delicate, showing a different side of the man…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>05-04-2007, 01:24:40</strong>
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				Despite the fact that he was still being a bastard, Jasmine sighed when he let go of her.&nbsp; She could handle his words and his laughter. It was the physical effect that he had on her that was her problem. The brunette didn’t look at him while he talked. It was more than being cold that made her shiver and failed to halt her tears. It was her body’s reaction to his. For god’s sake, he was cruel… his threatening words harsh. Sending her home would be bad enough on her career no matter the reason. It wouldn’t take much more for him to destroy her in that regard. But she could not help but to be fascinated by his beauty.<br><br>There was some quality about him that she couldn’t explain, something rare. Her brown eyes looked up into his as he stepped closer. Her body still trembling from the cold and the confession that he found her attractive. That was enough to wake her up her body and start it to warm from the inside. Though when he mentioned Payton there was an obvious flash of disgust on her face. She would leave on her own accord before she ever let that man touch her. <br><br>Jasmine was beyond confused at the moment. Her womb clinched tight when his manhood brushed against it, yet she flinched at his touch afraid he was going to grab her again. Though when she figured out that he wanted her shirt gone she quickly removed it. Her dark hard points strained against the wet translucent lace. She was still too embarrassed by what she was allowing to happen to her to maintain eye contact. Still she to show that she wanted to be here and that she was willing to do whatever he wanted. She laid a hand on his shoulder and brought her heel to her butt one foot at a time to unlace and remove her soaked shoes. Once they were out of the way she waited to see what he wanted next.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>05-04-2007, 16:13:22</strong>
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				Brand was pleased with her reaction to his touch. Four hands reached for her shirt and removed it, casting it aside. He grinned the whole time, anticipating using her body one more time. The fact that she didn’t protest to his words, or argue the points that he made had him believing he’d made some headway with her. He watched her, standing still for a moment, not saying a word. He felt her hand rest on his shoulder and he observed her movements as she removed her shoes. He let the silent moment last for a minute or so, as they stood toe to toe looking each other over…<br><br>Finally he grinned again… “Remove the rest of your clothing Miss Yates…” he said, or rather commanded, his voice holding no doubt as to what he wanted. He reached back and unclasped her bra, then offered himself to steady herself, should she need to, as she removed the remainder of her clothing till they both stood as naked as the day they were born…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>08-04-2007, 01:43:21</strong>
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				Her eyes did roam over his body. He was absolutely gorgeous... how could she not look at him? She let the bra fall from her shoulders and caught it in her hand. With a light flick of her wrist it was flung into the floor. Jasmine hooked her thumbs under the band of her underwear and pulled them and her pants down. Not exactly easy with him standing so close to her. More than once she had to grab his hip to keep herself steady. She loved the way his engorged cock bounced and bobbed. It was tempting to take him into her mouth when she was bent down before him, but that was not part of his instructions. A small smile appeared on her lips as she wondered if she should push him by making him tell her every action that she should preform. Perhaps she would push him later; she had enough of it now. <br><br>Once the soaked clothing was free of her heels, she dumped them on the floor and stood. Her brown eyes roved over his body once more before she placed her hands lightly against his chest. Desire was flowing though her blood warming her on the inside. The hot water had stopped her shivers, but her nipples were still at hard attention. "Do I get instructions from here or are you going to rely on my judgement?" The words were said softly, no suggestion that she was being a smart ass. She was done fighting... for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>12-04-2007, 16:46:32</strong>
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				Brand watched as she finished disrobing in front of him as he had ordered. He’d been in this position before, but it had never been as much a turn on. This woman was different, she was strong willed, and breaking her was a delightful challenge he realized as her hands touched his chest. As she had been removing her underwear and pants, her face had been close to his shaft, and for a moment he wondered if she might take the initiative, but she hadn’t. It had disappointed him slightly…<br><br>His hand moved up, sliding along the skin of her waist till he cupped one of her breasts. He licked his lips in anticipation. He looked up as she spoke, but his fingers softly kneaded her perfect orbs, even pinching the hard, erect nipple. He grinned when she spoke… “Why don’t you take the initiative Miss Yates…? Please me, and I’ll see to it you are totally satisfied…” he said as his hand continued to touch her… What would she do he wondered? Would she continue to defy him, or would she trust him and give in…?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>16-04-2007, 05:52:00</strong>
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				Trust was not an issue, would never be an issue. She did not and would not ever trust him. But he had the knowledge, experience and prestige that she wanted. Not to mention that Dr Christianson could fund this entire expedition with looks alone if he wanted to. He was not only working on breaking her spirit, he was giving her lessons on taking advantage of what she had.&nbsp; Perhaps if she learned well enough she could turn the tables on him.<br><br>So she took the initiative… and none too slowly as she did not know how long the hot water would last and she had no desire for the cold water again. With the same directness that she took on anything, she wove her fingers into his beautiful hair and pulled his mouth to hers for a deep, hard kiss. As soon as he gave her an opening, her tongue delved into his mouth taking what she could as long as he allowed her the dominate position, which she doubted would be for long.<br><br>During the kiss her fingers wrapped around his heavy arousal and began to stroke him firmly. The hand in his hair left to slid down his back, tracing his spine and ending up on his well shaped ass. She kneaded the flesh there with out pretense. With her strokes on his cock and her hand on his rear, she pulled him closer to her body. <br><br>Her aggression could lead him to wonder if she was giving her all to him as an act of submission or if he had more work to do before he conquered her <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>16-04-2007, 19:49:55</strong>
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				Brand waited patiently as Jasmine considered his words. He still word the smile that he had put on when he had entered the tub, and he wore nothing else. He felt her hand move to his hair and offered no resistance when he lips met his and he soon opened his mouth, allowing her talented tongue to enter between his lips. He sucked on her tongue, lightly at first, then a bit more vigorously.<br><br>Then he felt her fingers wrap around his massive shaft and he smiled through the kiss. A soft moan escaped his lips, as she pulled him a littler closer, the tip of his erection touching her stomach. His own hands moved behind her and he grabbed her ass a bit roughly, squeezing her flesh, his fingers digging lightly. He wondered if he should leave her this small amount of control of if he should just move to take her, like he had twice already. He was very curious to see where she would take this, would she do her most to find what pleased him the most, or would she move along the path of her own desire and want…<br><br>For now, he decided to let her continue to lead the dance…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>21-04-2007, 20:34:47</strong>
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				Her boss wasn’t the only one moaning. It was no surprise than the man kissed as well as he looked. For a moment she forgot herself and simply enjoyed their mouths working together in a demanding manner that both of their personalities seemed to require. The caressing of his shaft slowed but did not stop. <br><br>But he would find that she was the type of woman to explore.&nbsp; Her mouth left his to make a trail from his jaw line to his neck. Her hand left his shaft trapped between their bodies and slid lower to test the weight of his balls and gently roll them in her palm.&nbsp; The hand on his ass slid up to see if he had any sweet spots on his back as her mouth continued to seek out and suck at every dip and hollow she could find. She doubted the water would stay warm long she worked with focused aggression, her mouth finally left his shoulder and began to work her way down his contoured chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>23-04-2007, 18:29:22</strong>
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				Brand continued to moan lightly at Jasmine’s touch, enjoying the feel of her fingers around his balls, and the way she rolled them between her fingers. His head rolled back as her lips and tongue caressed his neck and shoulders. He also enjoyed the feel of her fingers tracing along his back, but as good as it all felt to him, he was growing a little impatient. He wasn’t worried about the water, knowing full well the tank above was large, plus, though the water might cool some, it would be at worse, warm. <br><br>Though his impatience grew, he decided to allow her the pleasure of pleasing him her way. One hand moved through her hair without impeding her movements, while the other traced along her side. He wanted her, and his arousal grew with every passing moment. He wanted her on her knees in front of him, he wanted to feel her velvety mouth on his shaft….<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>29-04-2007, 20:22:39</strong>
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				If she knew about Brand’s impatience Jasmine showed no signs of it. Her mouth continued to explore his chest is a slow but aggressive fashion. Her tongue alternated between fast flicks and flat broad laps. Her teeth nibbled and nipped while her mouth gave demonstrations of how well it could suck every where except the place he wanted to feel it.<br><br>As she traveled lower, her hand even left his manhood to lightly stroke the inside of his thighs and the curve where his ass and legs met. The apprentice was very intent on her master’s needs, but she was ever the archaeologist. No ground could remain unexplored least you miss the treasures hidden there. It was the same with his body. But at last now her lips were discovering the delightful shape of his navel…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 16:04:15</strong>
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				He moaned deeply, a moan that sounded guttural, almost animal like. Her lips and tongue felt good as they caressed his skin, moving lower his form. His cock stood straight out, brushing against her with every movement. He almost snickered when her hand left his shaft, wondering what her game was. Though he enjoyed every touch of her hand on his ass and her mouth on his stomach, he wanted to feel more…<br><br>As she traced along his navel the grip of his hand on her hair tightened and he pulled her head back, forcing her eyes upwards to look at him, then he grinned… His other hand took hold of his large erection. He pushed her fully to her knees in the tub now, and he moved his cock to touch her face, first the side up her cheek, then across to the other. He loved the sight of his cock touching every inch of her beautiful face… <br><br>Finally he pulled her head back slightly, the tip of his manhood poised at her mouth, the head lightly touching her luscious lips…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 03:22:06</strong>
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				What was it about this man that made her want to feel every bit of power that he barely contained in his beautiful body. If any other man would have pulled her by her hair and forced her to look up at him, Jasmine would have stopped right there and left. However she looked up at Brand with desire and was not disappointed when he forced her down to her knees. Her entire body went up in flames… at least it felt as if it did.&nbsp; As he rubbed his cock against her face, she rubbed her face against his cock. Her sex clinched in jealousy… letting her know she needed him there… eventually...<br><br>But for the moment the brunette parted her luscious lips and took him deep into her mouth. It did not seem that she wanted to rush at this either for her decent was slow and tight. When she would take him in an inch, she would back off at a half allowing her tongue to massage the underside of his manhood. Jasmine moaned at his taste and his smell. He reminded her of the forest they were so close too. Her right hand returned to his large dangling balls and the fingers of her other hand ran teasingly over the exposed part of his shaft. Brand was far too potent for her own good. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 18:22:08</strong>
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				Brand was not disappointed for his efforts. The moment her lips parted he exhaled audibly, once again, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her mouth on his cock. He kept a firm grip on her hair, he wanted to make sure that even though she was to proceed on her own pace, he was fully in control, he could force her to slow the pace, or he could force her to take him deep as he wished. But he did let her set her own pace for now, enjoying the slowness of it. <br><br>“You have an extremely talented mouth miss Yates… But I prefer seeing my cock slide in and out of it than hearing it constantly try and defy me…” he said, keeping his voice calm. He moaned then, letting his head roll back for a moment. His free hand cupped her cheek, stroking her soft skin. “It feels amazing miss Yates… When I’m ready, I’m going to fuck you Miss Yates… it will be your reward… I may even let you decide how… Would you like that…?” he asked, looking down into her eyes. <br><br>He enjoyed watching her suck him, but he wanted to hear her answer… Using the hair he pulled back forcefully, without causing her much pain, the saliva formed ropes, connecting his shaft with her lips… “Would you like that miss Yates…?” he asked patiently… <br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>05-05-2007, 03:22:53</strong>
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				He enjoyed her mouth on his cock... she enjoyed his cock in her mouth. Not that she was an expert on male anatomy, she had seen her share and this man had a beautiful penis... long and thick. It hadn't felt good being rammed down her throat last night but there was some odd enjoyment... his roughness had turned her on. Even now her desire to be fucked was building again. <br><br>Jasmine took him as deep as she could go with out gagging. She sucked his cock vigorously, her tongue lapping at the underside his manhood as she took him in and bathing his tip before sliding down again. He was too big not to feel&nbsp; her smooth teeth sliding across his flesh but she made certain that the pressure was light. She would have snorted at this comment had her mouth not been full of his cock. But she kept working, proud that she had not risen to his bait.<br><br>Even though it did not hurt, the brunette made a sound of surprise when he pulled her head back... had he expected an answer? And here he was again essentially asking her if she liked it when he humiliated her. "Yes" she said softly as she wiped her mouth and then moved her hands to double stroke him. Yes she did the things he had forced her to do, but it was still something she was loath to admit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>07-05-2007, 14:25:52</strong>
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				Brand looked down at her, a smirk cresting his lips. The look on his face was one of pure enjoyment, both at the fact that his cock was lathered by her mouth and that she felt some form of humiliation from it all. He wondered if she was one of those people who liked being humiliated and used. <br><br>“Good Miss Yates… Very good. You’re a very good cock sucker…” he said as both her hands wrapped around his shaft and began stroking him… He loosened his grip on her hair, and he simply caressed it, running the locks between his fingers. <br><br>“Now… Would you like me to fuck you…? I think you’d like that; you’ve done such a good job sucking that now I think it’s time for your reward… How would you like it…?” he asked, willing her to assume the lead…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>10-05-2007, 01:55:54</strong>
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				She was also wondering if she was one of those freaks who liked being humiliated. Jasmine never would have given a second thought until now. But Brand was her idol. He had progressed quickly through his studies and his field and his thesis had impressed her so much she almost had it memorized. Though she would never confess... she even had a mild fantasy or two... but nothing like this. <br><br>The brunette's cheeks flushed a deeper rose when he called her a good cock sucker. His words always stung... his choice of a person who had stolen her work had stung... but putting up with this for a year maybe two was worth it for her future... right? So he was giving her the choice since she had been a good little whore. She managed not to whence at what she mentally called herself. "Could where be in that choice?" She asked as she continued to stroke him with both hands. Her wrists touched on the underside and some of her fingers over lapped on the top, but it gave a new perspective to how well endowed he was. "Because a soft bed is very appealing." Especially after being driven into the table. Bruises were already forming on her legs. <br><br>She leaned forward and circled his head with her tongue... it could only help her chances at him saying yes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>10-05-2007, 14:08:20</strong>
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				Brand looked down at the beautiful woman as she spoke. Her eyes were almost pleading. He smiled when she was done, and her tongue moved across his head once more. Both his hands came to rest each side of her head, then he forced himself deep into her mouth, keeping himself in its warm velvety confines. Then he thrust himself in and out a few times, hoping to make her gag… <br><br>He did finally pull out, and grabbing her upper arms he pulled her to her feet and his lips moved against hers, his tongue darting into her mouth. After a moment of this he reached back and shut the water. He took her hand as he stepped out of the bathtub and he pulled her along to the adjacent chamber, where the large four post bed&nbsp; waited. “I think you deserve it Miss Yates… Here’s the bed… If you please me well, perhaps I’ll let you keep me warm at night…” he said letting go of her hand and crossing his arms over his chest. His cock stood straight at attention, glistening in the dim light of the sun through the thick curtains. <br><br>He gestured to the bed… “Now beg me Miss Yates, beg me to please you… Beg me to fuck you.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>11-05-2007, 05:51:27</strong>
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				Jasmine cried out in alarm when Brand abruptly thrust his large cock into her mouth. She thought he would be pleased an had been unprepared to take him. So his hope had been realized; she gagged and had to fight the bile that was coming up her throat. Thank god they didn't bother to eat. She was gasping for hair when he pulled her up by her arms and kissed her. The brunette hated how that kiss set her insides on fire, but it was everything it was rumored to be. <br><br>As she had no choice, she followed him into the bedroom. He reminded her of the British explorers of old who brought every luxury they could with them. And damn her wayward body... the idea of sleeping in the bed with their bodies tangled together was appealing... or was it just her body comparing the bed to her hammock? But for the moment it was best not to let herself get too distracted least she piss him off again.<br><br>when he asked her to beg, Jasmine blushed. She was obviously uncomfortable. It was something she didn't want to do... she didn't know how to do it. For a moment she hesitated, then she got on her knees before him. Her hands slid up his thighs as she rubbed her satin cheek up and down his rigid manhood. "Please Mr Christianson, I need you to please me... I need you to fuck me... I beg you to fuck me..." The shakiness of her quiet voice only added to the conformation that she found it difficult to do... but there was an underlying sincerity that she didn't want to acknowledge. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>11-05-2007, 15:08:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brand couldn’t help but smile. To see her on his knees before him pleased him immensely. It was a good sign for their relationship. At the sight of her cheek rubbing against him he licked his lips. “Very good Miss Yates… I think I will fuck you now….” He replied using his hands to pull her up again. “Get on the bed…” he commanded. <br><br>This showed she was serious about being here, this showed his decision to keep her after all had been the right one. He could use her, if not for his research and work, at least she would keep his bed warm, and be a wonderful plaything or diversion. His hand went down to stroke himself, from base to tip, and once again he licked his lips as his eyes looked over her body. <br><br>“How do you want it Miss Yates… You’ve been good, so I will let you choose how I will take you…. I’m going to please you, I’m going to show you how good it can be when you do as I say…”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>12-05-2007, 22:22:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed to be a pattern, her going to her knees for his cock and he pulling her up. But Jasmine did as he commanded and sat on the bed. Using her arms she pulled herself backwards. The bed was huge... at least a king.. maybe larger. How he would have gotten it in she didn't have a clue... helicopter most likely. The hut had to be built around the furniture.&nbsp; She spread her legs to give Brand a clear view of her closely trimmed sex; her petals swollen from arousal. <br><br>"I want to feel the weight of your body on me. I want to be able to touch you as you drive in to me." The words were spoken softly and she could not look at him as she said them. She sounded like a whore... but it was true. It was what she wanted. Would he agree or do something else? At this point she didn't think that he could do anything to her that her wayward body would not enjoy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Echoes of the Past (GothicFires &amp; Archangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archangel</strong> on <strong>14-05-2007, 16:08:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brand stood with a content smile, watching her and often grinning as he could see the dampness between her legs. He watched her pull herself backwards on the large bed. He watched as she spread her legs for him, wide. He licked his lips in anticipation. “You are a very beautiful woman Miss Yates… I truly am going to enjoy keeping you around…” he said with sincerity. At this moment she was the object of his desire. He could see her beautiful womanhood, neatly trimmed and waiting. <br><br>He moved onto the bed, he was on his knees, very close to her. One hand moved to grasp the ankle and he lifted it, holding it aloft. His other hand moved to his shaft, and he stroked himself, the pre-cum oozing out of the tip, to drip onto her thigh. He held his shaft very close to her sex. “Touch yourself for me Miss Yates… I want to watch you touch and pleasure yourself before I give you want you want… I want you to look me in the eyes and to tell me how much you want… and how much you need me to enter you…” he said smiling down at her…<br>
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