Princess Ruthie (BGA&violelia)
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				Title: <strong>Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 09:46:43</strong>
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				Name: Princess Ruthie <br>Age: 22<br>Looks: (http://cdn.bleacherreport.net/images_root/slides/photos/001/941/885/Sarita-tna-superstar-4_display_image.jpg?1330053147)<br>Position: Princess and Warrior<br><br><br>The Beautiful Princess Ruthie growled as she shot at a deer, hitting it in the throat. "I don't understand why she is doing this to me!" She growled. This 22 year old girl was known for her beauty and the fact that she was the leader of the little group of fighters in her city. <br><br>"Princess, I really don't know what you are talking about..." said one of her soldiers. <br><br>"The queen wants me to marry. Do I look like a person to be married?! i mean, that sort of stuff isn't meant for a princess who leads the damned army! Why am i being forced into it!?" She groaned as she walked to the deer with her friend. "I don't want to do any of that shit... I just want to be what i am now. A fighter..." She sighed as they carried the deer back to the little city She delivered it to one of the lower class homes as a thank you for their weapons. She walked back to her castle, a small one, but it was the luxurious little castle. It was a humbling city really. <br><br>Ruthie was bathed as and put into her robes. Under her robes she had her throwing knives, the city had been attacked before over the years and she wasn't going to be caught off guard. She wore purple silk robes, her sleeves were very loose, but her bodice from bust to ass hugged her shapely form perfectly. She put on her tiara and walked down up to the dining hall where her family was. She explained to her family that she wasn't going to marry anyone, she didn't want to be tied down to someone that wasn't going to care for the people. Her mother and her argued. Her mother stating how she needs to marry and pick someone soon before someone tries to take the land. <br><br>Ruthie couldn't sleep that night. She walked around her castle, with a bad feeling. She looked around. Nothing. She saw nothing. It wasn't until there was an arrow shot next to her head that she finally saw soldiers. She quickly grabbed one of her throwing knives from her sleeves and threw it at his throat. Ruthie ran to her mother and fathers room, only to find them dead. She sobbed at their bodies and then heard something behind her. The princess ran for her days sword and grabbed it, quickly turning to find another enemy about to attack. She ducked down low as he stuck and then gutted him. "Naah!" She cried as his blade managed to pierce her arm. She dropped the sword and ran out of the room for the man to die alone. <br><br>Ruthie ran along the halls and finally found a way to see her city. She looked out the window to see that the whole city was falling as she cried, where was fire and smoke everywhere. From the looks of it her people weren't dead, just most of the royals. Just then some soldiers grabbed her. She tried to fight them off of her but that didn't work. They tied her hands behind her back and carried her to the dining hall to meet the "new king." She was pushed down on her knees in front of him as they grabbed her throwing knives from her sleeves and cut her dress 6 inches above her knees, where they took the rest of her hidden weapons. She glared at the man in front of her while the rest of her men were also brought in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 10:40:23</strong>
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				Lucius Bishop (http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbtpwhQLWM1ro76g2o1_1280.jpg) stepped foot into the burning city, unimpressed by the tales of beauty of which it was said to behold. It’s high stone walls littered with the corpse of men with arrows embedded in their bodies surrounded a smaller castle and an establishment of buildings shared between knights, squires and a population of common folks, ones that had no qualms nor quarrels in his conquest, yet he had not cared for mercy as he slaughtered flocks of men who had tried to run at the first sighting of his army’s march. <br><br>The banners and flags or the village were burning in a pile at the center of the market area, shredded and torn pieces were spotted along the way as he marched his way towards the center of the village, the castle. Stepping into the building, he was greeted with dry, clean wall made of stones surrounding them from all corners, a place that would certainly serve him better than some of the ones he had stayed in, in the past. Dozens of expensive tapestry hung from the walls as décor, along with dozens of overturned lamps and drawers, knocked apart by the confusion and chaos. <br><br>A well-used oil lamp illuminated the path towards the throne room; one which he soon arrived in, the place was small, but well protected and easily guarded. It would do as his base of operations. For the next few hours that followed, reports of resistances slowly died down along the rest of the village’s occupants, the heads of both the king and the queen was presented to him as he sat upon their iron throne. Their head were skewered on a pole and hung out by the village’s wall, a warning to most, and a sign to others. <br><br>One of noblemen had told him of a beautiful daughter that lived in the castle, information exchanged for the man’s life, someone who had cared more about himself than of the country he lived in. And so he had sent the best of his men after her, a surprise of which he had leant when they reported that she had managed to kill one before they captured her. <br><br>He was standing straight up, facing a painting of the once royal family when they marched the woman into the room and forced her down behind him. He turned with a smile on his face as he reached down and grabbed onto the chin of the village’s princess, noting that she had a huge cut on her elbows, and that her arms were tied behind her.&nbsp; “Hello princess,” Lucius mocked as he wiped a tiny speck of blood off the woman’s chin, “not a very good day for your home isn’t it?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 17:36:55</strong>
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				The princess looked up at the Bishop. He was an attractive man, but she felt 100% hate for him. When he touched her every fiber of her body shivered in disgust. She spit at his feet after that, glaring at him with hate. Her tear stained face was clearly upset about her village and family. "Burn in hell." she gritted her teeth. "Kill me, get it over with." she demanded. She'd rather die than be forced to watch anymore of her home be destroyed. She was beloved of the people. She was at the age to be marriage and bare children, but she never once thought about it. However, the love of the people was important, and she knew that. Ruthie looked over at her men laid dead on the floor and held back her tears. "YOU PIG!" Her yell echoed in the hall as she spat at his feet once more. 
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				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 02:00:29</strong>
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				He watched bemused as the woman spit at him, her voice laced with more than fiery anger and as she cursed him with his entire damnation in hell, she looked in the midst of half defeat, one side cursing and spitting at him, the other asking him to kill her and to be done with him. "My dear," Lucius whispered soft, his voice with a hint of malice, "you're not exactly looking at the situation with your brain intact are you?" His fingers, once gentle on her chin moved with violence to the back of her head, his fingers pulling roughly onto her hair as he mocked her, "your parents are dead. Your soldiers are dead. Your village is burning, it's walls have fallen. <br><br>"You have nothing, you are nothing, but a single speck of existence at my mercy... and yet..." His voice raised as he shouted, "you dared to insult me?" his fingers pushed the woman downwards, pressing her face against the heel on his boots, the exact same place where she had previously spit on, mashing her cheeks against her own vile liquid. <br><br>"Your choice princess," he sighed as he leaned down on one knee, "I could kill you right now, but your position as princess serves me better with relations to other villages if you remain alive. I know there's no reason for you to, but..." he smiled as he continued, "I have all the woman and children not of age gathered in the dining hall right now. I want you to pledge your allegiance to me. Do otherwise, they will die. Betray me, they will die. Disobey me, they will die."
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 07:52:23</strong>
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				When he got close to her she stayed very still, trying to look proud and tough. When he pulled at her hair she winced holding back a groan as he mocked her. She wanted him dead for killing her parents and men. He called her nothing, which was just salt in a wound. When he yelled in her ear she some what jumped. When she fell back she growled a bit. She struggled against his foot, not wanting to show weakness. As he spoke some more, threatening her village her heart sank. She gulped as she listened to everything he had to say. If she chose death, she'd kill her people. If she chose life... He gave her no choice. She struggled some more, unable to think of how they'd ended up in this situation. <br><br>Ruthie thought about it for only a second. It was not her choice to be selfish. Her life were in theirs. Her peoples. After a while she stopped struggling and held back tears. "For my people..." she said. That was the only thing she did say. 
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				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 06:50:31</strong>
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				Gone was the rude, fierce lady which had been set before his feet seconds ago, now the conqueror watched in contempt as the princess wriggled underneath his grasp, her voice barely above a whisper seconds later, agreeing to his conditions as the threats to her people were revealed. The woman looked like a mess, her hair disheveled, her face covered with dirt and soot, blood ran down the side of her body, half stemming from the wound on her shoulders, others from the men of his that she had slain. <br><br>Yet as unappealing as the woman currently was, he could still see a sort of beauty radiating from her, her eyes shone brightly at him, defying his rule but unable to do a thing about. She too had a warrior’s body, roughened and tough, honed with many years of training, unlike the smooth, blemishless ones of whores he had visited at brothels, he preferred something like this. <br><br>He smiled as he lifted her chin up once again, admiring the woman’s face as he knelt down next to her, “you will do princess.” Removing his faces from her face, he stood up and started away, not before indicating to the guards behind him to drag her along with them, “bring her to the dungeons.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 06:58:41</strong>
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				As he stared at her Ruthie got more and more annoyed. She didn't understand what he was looking at. She was about to tell him off when he finally moved and spoke. 'You will do'? What does that mean? She wondered to herself. She felt the men start to grab her and she pulled one of their thumbs out of their sockets, dislocating it for a short time. "I can walk myself thank you." she glared at the other man while the man with this dislocated finger cried out in pain. She turned and walked behind Lucius to the dungeons. She was silent the whole time, trying so hard to keep her head held high. 
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				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 07:10:50</strong>
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				He smiled as he heard the scream of a man rung out behind him, crying for his thumb as the princess dislocated it. Without neither turning around nor breaking his stride, he lifted two fingers to his men, signalling them to not draw their weapons and slay the woman; he did need her after all. They eventually feel to her side, walking warily beside her as they made their way to the dungeon. <br><br>“How does it feel milady,” the man teased as he shoved her forward into a large cell, pointing the many equipments and tools lying on a table by his side, “to be sent to the very same dungeon your parents used to torture their families.”<br><br>“Chain her,” he mentioned to his man, his blade pointing at her exposed neck, daring her to make a move as the guards moved over and clasp metallic cuffs over her arm. Ones which were connected to a gear in the ceiling, when he pulled on the other end of the chain, he watched as her arms were slowly lifted into the air, till her feet were at a tiptoe before moving a huge weight onto the end, holding the chain taunt and her in position. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 07:21:31</strong>
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				Ruthie glared at him. "They didn't do it. I did." she said simply. "My parents were peaceful, but anyone who tried to attack my men and weren't kicked ended up in here, though I never reduced myself to such a animalistic thing as torture." She finished as the men bound her. As she was lifted into the air somewhat she groaned. The cuffs were not gentle at all. The sleeves of her robe rolled down her arms, exposing her elbows. She took a second to adjust her feet a bit, but couldn't get much balance in the position she was in. Ruthie looked up at her hands that were cuffed and could see the cuffs digging into her skin, slightly making them bleed. 
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				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 07:39:49</strong>
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				“You did?” He laughed as she mentioned of her deeds, apparently she wasn’t as much of a pretty princess that only had dresses and dances in her head like he once thought she was. And that made him like her even more. “And torture?” he smiled as he walked around her, admiring parts of her body as he continued, “who said anything about torture my dear.”<br><br>He noticed as her robe slid down due to gravity, that her arms were slightly bleeding due to the cuffs, and he made a mental thought to adjust it for her… later. “But now princess, I have something else in mind. You see, the neighboring villages are scared, they think of us as nothing but bloodthirsty mongrels, which I’m sure we are. And I’m sure we could easily have taken their land too.”<br><br>“But it would be at a price, my men are tired, they wish to rest. In return I would need to make peace with their kings. And what other way to do so than to take the hand of the princess in marriage.” He trailed his fingers down the side of her face, “and one with such beauty.” <br><br>“I’m sure you won’t accept whatever I have to offer, but it doesn’t really matter. What matters, if how long you are able to hold out until then.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 07:50:16</strong>
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				Ruthie struggled around as he spoke, her hands hurting more and more. "You are bloodthirsty mongrels" she said as he spoke. "you're men are tired because many of them can only do hand to hand combat." she added. "Peace isn't your charm I can tell." She said as she struggled some more. Then as he spoke about marriage her mouth clamped tight. Her dark skin went pale and as he touched her face she moved her head away. "A monster calling a princess beautiful, how cliche." she said, trying to sound unshaken by his speak. It didn't work. It was clear that marriage scared her. <br><br>Ruthie's mother raised her to be diplomatic so she took a deep breath. "What do you have to offer?" she asked not looking at him, but the little drops of blood rolling down her arms. 
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				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 08:00:58</strong>
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				He laughed as she called his men bloodthirsty mongrels who could do nothing but involve themselves in hand to hand combat, but when he spoke of their marriage, she instantly became quiet, her face moving away, seemingly repulsed by his touch. She then asked him for his offer, her eyes avoiding his gaze as she tried to solve her current predicament through diplomatic means. <br><br>“Offer?” he smiled as he tightly grabbed onto her chin and forced her to look right into his eyes, “your country has fallen princess, you are bound in chains in a dungeon at my mercy. You have neither rights nor power to ask for an offer.” The hand on her chin released its grip, his finger softly trailing down the side of her neck till it rested between her chest, “how about this offer, you do as I say, or I let my men come into this room, the men you had previously insulted, and allow them to do whatever they please to do with you.”<br><br>His fingers continued their journey downwards, crossing her toned stomach before resting on the side of her hips, he gave her butt a playful squeeze as he leaned close and whispered, “you’ll not find them as gentle as I am.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 08:08:40</strong>
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				Ruthie sighed. He was the one who said offer first. SHe wasn't the one who brought it up. She took a second and suddenly felt his hand on her chin again. She looked at him and glared at him with hate as he spoke about his pathetic excuse for an offer. She looked away from him again and tried to keep calm. Her hands were burning at this point, her skin being pulled from the cuffs. When he grabbed her but she wanted to kick him so badly. She wanted to hurt him, kill him even. But instead she struggled more in the cuffs. she could only think about her people and how they needed her, and she needed them. Taking a long deep breath Ruthie looked at him. "Fine." she said. Nothing more. 
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				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 08:18:19</strong>
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				He found her naivety to be a joke, surely when he had spoke of his offer he meant it as a rhetorical question, and when he made her eyes look into his, he could see nothing but burning flames of anger and hatred. Ones he would extinguish soon enough. He watched as she struggled even more within his grasp, ignoring the pain and blood flowing from her wrists. When she eventually calmed down and agreed to his requests, he walked over to the chain and released the weight, but only enough so that just as she thought she could move away, he stopped the lever. <br><br>She was no longer being forced to tiptop nor have her weight held by the metal cuffs, but her arms were still in the air, and the princess was not going anywhere tonight. "I do not trust you princess," Lucius said as he walked towards the table containing of all the equipments that were prepared for the night ahead. "I think you need to be taught a lesson," he spoke, his voice low with malice as he tinkered with the dozens of tools in front of her, "of what would happen to you, if you choose to disobey me." <br><br>Holding onto a long leather whip, he swung it towards the cell's floor, a sharp sound ringing out in the damp underground room as the whip crackled against the floor. "Are you ready princess? Lesson one in obeying your future husband."
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 08:29:56</strong>
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				The princess felt the chains lower and her feet flat on the floor and suddenly stop. She sighed. Her wrists felt better but she was still annoyed. She knew what he was doing. Why did he think she was so stupid? "I don't care if you don't trust me or not. i'm only doing this for my people." she said bitterly. As the sound of the whip echoed in the area she held her breath for only a second. She kept her face stoic and unreadable. Her heart was pounding in fear though. She swallowed back some spit and readied herself for his beating. <br><br>Ruthie let her mind wonder the first few hits. She thought about her parents, memories with them. She thought about one of her men whom she'd once fallen in love with, but he was married off to one of the chamber maids. She knew he was dead at this point. She thought about how she would enjoy meals would random families in the village to get to know them. she thought about- the pain that was now burning on her body. She finally started to groan. Sweat started to drip down the side of her head and soon after that she was finally screaming out in pain. 
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				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 08:40:29</strong>
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				He liked the way she had kept her face stoic, fearless as he crackled the whip all around her. He knew deep down she was afraid, trembling as the strikes of leather got closer and closer to her. She had managed to endure the first few lashes, he did not expected it, something he would made sure to reward her for later. The next strikes brought fresh red lines across her skin, it tore places around her dress as the princess started to groan in pain with each lash. He could see sweat and tiny trails of blood across her skin, giving it a smooth, silky look. <br><br>Before long the screams came, echoing loudly throughout the room with each long strike. He did not lash her with haste nor urgency, they had the entire day. He moved behind her, not allowing her to know nor prepare for each hit. Sometimes he would miss entirely on purpose, letting her feel the gust of wind as the leather sliced through the air, only to hit the floor instead. Sometimes he would whip her seconds after the other, other times minutes. <br><br>When he was finally done, he threw the whip aside, even he was sweating, panting at the effort of what he had done. He moved towards the princess and inspected the lines he had drew upon her. He smiled as he gently traced a single red line, “enough princess?” he asked he blew onto the heated wound, “or do you want more?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 08:50:12</strong>
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				By the end of it all Ruthie had tears down her face. When it was all said and over with her whole body was shivering uncontrollably. She winced and jumped a bit as he'd touch and blow on her wounds. She was after all, only human. she didn't say a word, but she was also trying to not cry more than she already was. She held her breath as he would blow on her skin, around her now ruined robe and would breath out slowly to keep composure. <br><br>The princess was still shaking, sweat still dripping down her head as the feeling of the abuse lingered all over her welts. She didn't deserve that beating, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Right then, she had an epiphany. She gulped and turned to face him, the tears rolling down her face the least of her concerns now as the blood drained from her face. With a shaky voice she looked at him, this time, unable to stop how upset she was. "Please... I...." she took a second. "I have not... " she hesitated. "I'm still a...." she took a deep breath, crying harder now. Finally, like word vomit she spouted out what she had to request from him. "Please don't make my first time a painful or horrible one! I swear to god I will not cause any issues if you do this for me... please...!" She was literally begging at this point. She knew that he'd take her. She hadn't thought about that before right then, and that thought scared her more than anything else. 
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				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 02:29:53</strong>
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				He watched as tears cascaded down the side of the woman's cheeks, her body shaking and trembling as she sobbed and gasped at the pain that had befell her body. She looked even more beautiful than before, submissive and demur unlike the fierce, rude one that had dislocated the thumb of a guard that had simply tried to lead her. He smiled as he watched her jump, wincing each time his fingers trail across the fresh red lines, enjoying how uncomfortable she was getting as his fingers moved lower and lower. <br><br>When she suddenly turned towards him, begging him to not hurt her for the first time, to do anything for him if he were to be gentle, he looked confused for a moment, wondering what she was talking about before he realized that the princess was a virgin. He felt genuinely pitiful for her for a moment as he saw the tears dripped down onto the cold stone floor. But he had long learnt on the battlefield how to shut out those feelings if he had to. <br><br>And so he did, as he made his way in front of her, his hands gripping onto the fabric of her top, ripping apart the confines of her clothing, allowing her breast to swing free as he hungrily grasped them in each palm, kneading and squeezing them as leaned towards her and cooed softly, "that would depend on how happy you make me..." He paused for a moment, allowing the words to sink in before saying, "wife."
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 02:49:54</strong>
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				There was a money, a small moment, were she saw pity in his eyes. When it was gone an he was ripping open her blouse she started to cry some more. As he touched her ruthie couldn't help but blushed. No one had ever touched her before. As he spoke and mocked her by calling her wife she cried a bit more. The last thing she wanted to so was get married. To anyone. She knew she had to though. As she sobbed she only nodded and hung there pathetically. Her upper naked body exposed to her soon to be husband. "Please unchain me..." She asked him. She was going to behave.
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				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 04:49:07</strong>
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				She was crying profusely by the time he was done feeling her firmness in his palms, begging him to unchain her, yet she was in no position to negotiate, her clothing torn and her body covered in bruises, she was nothing but an object for him to mold to his liking. “No,” he said as he continued tearing her blouse downwards, exposing the toned skin of her tummy as it ended right above her dress. <br><br>“I do not have a guarantee that you will try to resist until I take what is mine, my wife,” he whispered as he gently kissed the side of her neck. He suckled against her skin as his finger once again found her breast, hungrily devouring them in his grasp as his fingers softly pushed against her nipples, moving them side to side as he kissed up to her ears.<br><br>“Continue crying…” he hissed, “and maybe you’ll become best friends with my whip.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 05:09:44</strong>
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				Ruthie cried a bit more as he ripped her dress down even further. "I'm not even your wife yet!" She said, she wasn't trying to convince him of anything than to just stop. He'd just killed her parents, possibly the man that she loved, and the life she once knew. She was already at rock bottom. She needed time to recover, she'd probably be more open minded if she had a chance to mourn. <br><br>As he touched her more, playing with her breasts more she cried, as he hissed his words at her she went cold. "You're going to hit me anyway..." she sniffled, she couldn't stop crying, she was in pain, in all ways possible. "Hit me. Kill me." she begged him. "I'm nothing to you anyway." She hung there, her hands still dripping with the blood. "I've already told you i'd be good, i'd listen, let me go and i can prove it, otherwise just beat me more..." she said. She wasn't negotiate, she was telling him facts. "I will stand behind you no matter what, but it would be a lot better if you would just give me the three things i ask for. Time to mourn, time to get used to you, and to be gentle with me when you bed me... I don't think i am asking for much..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 05:44:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she shouted at him, screaming that she wasn't his wife, he merely laughed, as he stroked the side of her cheeks, "I'm sorry Princess, but everything belongs to me now. Your castle, your people and... You. All mine." He reached upwards, his thumb slowly brushing away the tears that were falling as she sobbed, begging for him to give her a chance to get out of this. "I won't my dear," he whispered softly as he gently brushed his lips against hers, "I'm not going to beat you..." he continued as he kissed her softly again, "I'll be gentle, if you do not resist."<br><br>His fingers slowly slid down her hips as they moved between her thighs, "I will not bed you now princess," he said as his fingers slowly dragged her skirt now her legs, "unless you want me to of course. But before that, I will need proof of your willingness to give your body to me." His fingers crept along her inner thighs, slowly spreading her legs for him as they sunk deeper and deeper, "don't worry my princess," he cooed as he lightly licked the side of her ears, "just follow my lead, and everything will be okay." His fingers eventually end up between her legs, gently sliding up and down onto the slit of her panties. <br><br>"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 05:52:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fact that he laughed at her upset her. But she didn't say anything. As she claimed her, her heart pounded, her nipples actually got a little hard and the sweat on her body only beaded a bit more. She didn't understand why he was suddenly being gentle on her. It was so confusing. The kiss he gave her was weak. It was almost her first kiss. She didn't count it because it was just a graze on her lips. <br><br>As his fingers flowed up and down her legs her chest heaved a bit more. SHe was shaking, clearly scared of him now. She was only so strong. At this point her emotional state was low. Unable to handle her situation. As he violated her sex she winced, jumping away from him. a few more tears dropped. She just wanted to get this all over with, why was he torturing her so much? Had she not suffered enough for him? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 03:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her silence was a sign of her defeat, the princess was no longer struggling, managing only the weakest of a wince as she felt his fingers on her, his digits violating her inner depths as she hung helpless by her arms. He watched as new tears formed by the edge of her eyelids and slowly trailed down the side of her face, brushing away the soot and dust as they traveled downwards the edge of her chin. In a way, it angered him, he understood her situation, but still he had expected her to be stronger than that. He was initially impressed by her stance, not only as her status of a warrior, but of her endurance in meeting his whips. The image of a strong powerful woman was as much of a turn on as ever in his eyes. <br><br>Yet now she had reverted to nothing but a weakling, crying even from the slightest touch of his fingertips. Not ones filled with menace nor violence, but instead the caress of a gentle lover. "Why the tears my dear," he asked as his fingers slowly lifted the waistband of the woman's undergarments, hovering in between slipping in and pulling out. "As my wife, you need to stay strong," he said as his other free hand grasped roughly onto her cheek, forcing her to look straight towards him.<br><br>"I will not have a weakling beside me." His eyes burned with anger as he stared right at her, "I can be nice if you comply, but if you continue crying like a little girl, you might have to once again meet my whip."<br><br><br>(Sorry for the late reply! Was not feeling the best for the past week or so.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 07:42:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((It's okay. I understand. I was beginning to worry))<br><br><br>Ruthie stuttered, showing that she was indeed a woman. "Sir, you killed my parents, I didn't even have time to mourn them before you... you took me as your wife." she sobbed. "You've beat me until I bled, i'm shivering, and you've violated me in ways where there is no turning back." She cried some more. She was weak and tired. She was slowly starting to break. The fight she once had was fading, much like her will to live. <br><br>As she was forced to look at him she was still crying, still shaking in fear. What little fire she had left was showing. "Then beat me until you kill me..." she growled and spat at his feet. Him calling her a weakling was hard for her to handle. It made her angry. No one, in her situation, could call her weak. "You want me to be happy? You've taken everything from me! You think that a soft touch will change that!? Kill me!" She almost seemed to be begging him of this. Though, she was still crying. She was in so much pain. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 01:37:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The conqueror watched, clearly in disgust as the woman cried and shook in her confines, her voice trembling as she spoke of the things that he had done to both her country and to her, seemingly having her defenses break down the first time since he marched into the castle at dawn. But when he called her a weakling, she once again regained her fierce demeanor, growling at him as she shouted her voice steady and willful unlike before. Then she spat as his boots and told him to kill her, even as her tears continued sliding down her face. <br><br>“You’re way more ungrateful than I had initially believed my dear,” the man whispered as he reached up and backhanded her across her face, leaving a bright red mark as the sound rang out throughout the room. “I wanted to be nice, I consoled you, I touched you gently as a lover would do. But what had you given me in return? Words laced with anger and hatred as you defy me yet again and again.”<br><br>“I tried to get it done with the least amount of discomfort for you. But if you prefer having me peel your thighs apart and viciously take you like the rest of the woman throughout the villages I’ve plundered, that is fine by me too.” He moved to the side, releasing the level as the chain went slack, allowing her to fall back to the ground. But even before she could regain her strength, the man was behind her, his knee on the back, pressing the woman against the cold dungeon floor. <br><br>He removed the dagger he had sheathed by his boots and pressed it against the woman’s back, not hard enough to draw blood, but more than enough to let her feel both the pain and her clothes tearing as he drew it lower towards her rear. “If this is what you want,” he hissed as used his arm and pressed her down, “it’s what you’ll fucking get.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 10:14:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he called her ungrateful and bragged about how nice he was being to her, THEN made her end up on the ground she cried a bit more. Feeling him dig into her back she groaned a bit, but then something in her changed as she felt the blade. She slowly lifted herself up a bit, turning and groaning when the blade hit to far. Ruthie locked eyes with him, hers still watery. "I was being consoled by the man who did this to me,... how does that help? You wanna rape me, fine. I hope that you enjoy it. I hope it's more fun than what I could actually give you..." She spoke the truth. She was an empty canvas when it came to sex, and he could make her the perfect sex partner, if he did it right. However, if he just raped her, she'd be a broken canvas. ripped. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>violelia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 23:11:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed as she mentioned of the things she was able to give him, she had mentioned previously that she was a virgin did she not? It would mean that not only was she inexperienced in what he would desire, but also that she would have no skills nor abilities worth mentioning. "Oh no my dear princess," the man sneered as he moved the blade swiftly along the lines of her waist, and a with a single flick of his wrist, caused her clothing to come apart, revealing her naked rear to his eyes. An unblemished, unused one, and the thought of it drove the man clearly with desire, "I'm not going to rape you."<br><br>"Instead, I'm going to make you feel good, I will make you feel what you've never felt before, a waste if you asked me." He smiled as he placed his fingers into his mouth, licking the digits and coating it with a layer of saliva before he reached back down and softly place his fingers on her thighs. He dragged his fingers upwards, leaving a wet trail as he moved closer to her sex, eventually he pressed the tip of her fingers against her velvety lips, lightly running it up and down her slit, parting her labia with his fingertips. He was touching her with the skills of a man who had spent countless nights at different brothels across the land, not the barbaric hands of a unskilled rapist. <br><br>His fingers moved all around her, yet never entering her not applying too much pleasure. He smiled as his fingers lightly graze across the woman's clit before returning to sliding across her slit, "does it feel good my princess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Ruthie (BGA&amp;violelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>18-09-2013, 09:32:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ruthie winced as he cut off the last bit of her dress, she watched it fall to the floor, like her heart. This was really going to happen. "Feeling good is a waste?" She asked a little annoyed. When he touched her, she froze, scared of what his fingers were doing. She was shaking again. When he started to invade the area just inside of her lips she whimpered in fear. Gulping, still unable to run. She didn't even get a bed, she was going to lose it in a fucking dungeon. Romantic. He was teasing her, something Ruthie didn't quite understand. <br><br>When he hit her clit she gasped, unsure of how that felt at first. Asking if she liked it, Ruthie didn't answer. SHe honestly couldn't answer him. She didn't love him, he didn't love her. She was still heart broken, yet the physical feeling was nice. There was clear confusion in the Princess' face. Did she like this and was too clouded to accept it just yet? Possibly, but at the same time, she didn't want any of his men doing this and him laughing at her. That would be worse than death itself. 
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