Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 & Maeve)
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				Title: <strong>Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>19-02-2015, 05:56:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sir Richard Hawkins was the keystone of Trinarch’s defenses. He was no great lord, or man of noble birth, he was the son of a blacksmith. Yet through his acts of courage, he had risen through the ranks of Trinarch’s army until he had been knighted for his valor, and named Captain of the Home Guard, the King’s personal bodyguards and defenders of the realm. He had made a life of service, and dedication to his duty, and not once had he strayed from that path. From the days of being a spear wielding soldier, to the present when he was the most feared swordsman in the realm, not once had he accepted a bribe, or worked against the king to whom he had sworn his life. There was a time, six years ago, when a powerful witch had tried to seduce him. He had been a simple Sergeant back then, but even then he was a feared and respected warrior, and was a member of an elite unit tasked with hunting down users of the dark arts. Ferox the Deathless, a name feared by the common people, six years ago she had yet to make a name for herself. She was still an unknown element. So when his unit came upon her, their duty had been to discern if she was a threat to the realm, or an asset. They spent three months living in the area, and Richard visited Ferox frequently. Ferox had tried to seduce Richard, promising him power, titles, and influence, as well as the right to share her bed at night, if he would help her deceive the hunters, and sneak her into the palace so she could cast spells over the royal family. She hadn’t thought a man could resist her charms, perhaps she had even thought she loved Richard, he didn’t know. Duty demanded he try to arrest her, or kill her, as soon as she made her offer. So their last meeting had ended with Richard sliding his sword into Ferox’s belly, before she managed to cast a spell and stun him, knocking him back among his companions. He had thought her dead, that she had crawled off and died after that meeting. But now, she was back. And she was Richard’s responsibility. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hold tight to your nerves lads. She is a wily witch, stay alert.” Richard warned in his gruff, low baritone voice. He was an inspiring sight, standing at the front of his soldiers. Six and a half feet tall, with broad, heavily muscled shoulders and a body stripped of all trace of fat from years of war and wearing heavy plate armor. His face was square jawed and rugged, a scar tracing from the outer corner of his left eye and disappearing into the tight beard along his jaw. His black hair was trimmed close to the scalp to avoid it being used as a handhold by his enemies. His keen blue eyes swept across the landscape in front of him, nerves rising up as he drew his mouth into a grim line. He was thirty years old, some thought he was getting to be too old to be the man in the front of these missions. But he responded to those accusations with an offer to duel him. He had yet to meet the man who could survive a fight with him and his immense greatsword “Virtue”. Over his armor was a blue tabard bearing the royal standard, a silver griffon on a black shield. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sight which caused him concern, was a massive tree. The trunk was easily as thick as any castle keep, with roots taller than he was. The canopy of the forest was far above their heads, and in front of them a large, open field, empty of anything but those roots. His eyes however, were locked on what looked to be a simple, white birch door set in the base of the tree. He was certain there was more to it, but he also didn’t see a choice. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Men, we are here with a mission. The witch Ferox the Deathless has returned, some say she has an army of wild, monstrous creatures that serve her, some say other kingdoms are being ravaged by her armies. I don’t know which rumors are true. What I know, is she has power lads, and she isn’t afraid to use it. And she wants more. Our job, is to break into that tree, find this bitch, and cut off her head. I failed to finish the job six years ago. Now, we have to make sure she never harms anyone, ever again.” Richard told his men, his gaze going from man to man, trying to instill a sense of courage in them. He was concerned when he noted that each man, even his Lieutenant, seemed leery of meeting his gaze for long, as though embarrassed by something. He assumed they were likely embarrassed by their fear. He couldn’t blame them for it, so he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he wrapped both hands around the hilt of Virtue, and led the silent charge for the door. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He covered the ground in a rapid, distance eating pace, outstripping his men even though his armor was far heavier. When he reached the door, he lowered a shoulder and slammed into it, expecting to meet heavy resistance. Instead, he spilled directly inside. And instead of a twisting labyrinth, he found a straight, simple staircase leading up. His face drawn down in a frown, he started up the stairs, not waiting for his men, knowing they would be behind him momentarily. The stairs went up, and up, and up, and even his nigh inexhaustible stamina was starting to flag, when he finally reached a doorway. Kicking the door open, he strode into a grand chamber, what may have been Ferox’s version of a throne room, or perhaps it served some other purpose, he didn’t know, his gaze was locked on Ferox the minute he walked into the room. <br><br>“Ferox, your judgement has come! Fall to your knees and accept the judgement of King Minoc, or be killed here and now!” His voice boomed into the room, Virtue held in a high guard as he stood several paces into the room, leaving room for his men to fill in behind, and around him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-02-2015, 21:37:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>She was pulsing with energy. The magic starting to swirl green at her fingertips. Soon he would be hers.<br>All things considered the king had responded quite well to her offer. By that she meant he couldn’t agree quickly enough. She would leave his kingdom alone and in return his best knight would be hers. <br><br>She still might punish him though, for betraying her beloved Richard. Monarchs were such fickle creatures, willing to sell out his most loyal subject for a good night’s sleep. Then again, perhaps she would be understanding, she was terrifying after all. <br><br>Ferox began to pace. How long was he going to take? Probably giving his men a pep talk. How sweet. Little did the poor boy know that they were there to deliver him to her loving arms. She was still debating whether she would kill the men as a message. She didn’t suffer traitors. <br><br>Which lead to an interesting question. Once she was done with Richard, would she show him off to world or keep him chained to the kitchen, bare foot and pregnant? <br><br>Course once she was done, he would have to pick a new name. <br><br>He would have to pay for his betrayal of course. She had offered him the world and in return he had run her through with ‘Virtue’. The inconsiderate bastard. Course he was young then. Hopefully maturity for him also meant he had developed sense. <br><br>Ah! They were here. She could feel them and the magic pulsed again, now sparking off her hands. Her home didn’t usually have a door, but she might as well make it easy for the poor dears. <br>She moved to the grand hall, deciding that here would make the best impression. After all she was no longer that country witch trying to make a name for herself. She was Ferox the Deathless, the terror of the Kingdom and he should see her might. <br><br>They swarmed in and Richard declared that she surrender or die. Her face cracked into a leer. Virtuous still then. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Now,” she told his men. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>19-02-2015, 22:36:28</strong>
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				<em>"Now."</em> She said. <br><br>Immediately, he heard movement behind him, and on instinct brought the blade of his sword behind him to block a strike to the head, and to his dismay he felt the impact of another weapon striking at him. With a growl he spun around, bringing Virtue around in a low sweep, forcing his men to scatter backwards to avoid being cut in half. Returning to a high guard he stared his men down with rage and disappointment in his eyes. <br><br>"Traitors. You let a witch command you? We fight for king, for country, not for some creature of darkness!" He cried out as he swept his blade through the air, striking at those on his flanks, forcing them back from him. But he knew he was in trouble. He had brought forty men with him, enough to ensure that even if half of them were killed by her spells, there would be enough to finish the job. Now, he had those forty men staring at him, all of them lifting their blunt weapons, the special blades and maces they used when they had been tasked to bring home a witch alive. This did not bode well. <br><br>"Sir Hawkins, we do this at the king's command. He has struck a deal, and you are the witch's payment for peace." His lieutenant replied, even as he surged forward. The words struck deep into Richard's soul, causing him doubt, undermining his defenses, but even so undermined, he was not an easy man to subdue. <br><br>With a growl he swung Virtue overhand, and with a resounding CRACK, sundered the shield of his lieutenant. And then his arm. Pivoting he planted his foot in the chest of the next soldier, knocking him back into his comrades before spinning and slashing with Virtue, disemboweling two more of his men with one strike. A mace glanced off his skull, and reeling in pain he turned and crashed the pommel of his blade into the man's face, shattering his teeth and knocking him to the floor. As Richard's knee was struck, he fell to the ground, kneeling now he continued to work his sword, shattering bones and cleaving skulls and chests as he worked his weapon in a fury of desperation. <br><br>Finally though, he was overwhelmed. Only fifteen of his men were left standing, with ten more laying moaning in pain on the ground around him. He was laying battered and bleeding on the ground, his breath coming in strained wheezes, for one of his men had caved in the chest plate of his armor, making it almost impossible to get a full breath. His arms were secured behind his back in iron manacles, and his sword lay far out of his reach, kicked across the room towards the witch by one of his men. His body wracked with pain, he lowered his forehead to the ground, as the blackness started to close in around him, and consciousness began to flee. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>20-02-2015, 06:24:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>She humphed when he called her a creature of darkness. She came from the forest, not heaven or hell and was about to tell him so. That was until his men attacked and he fought back. <br><br>He was magnificent. He cut down his men like a knife through butter. She has planned on taking things slow, but after that show she was going to have her way with him as soon as she could. <br><br>Then his men got the better of him. The strike to the knee starting his fall. A few more splashes of blood and more than half of his men were out of commission. More importantly, he was incapacitated. <br><br>The leader of the traitors then had the audacity to speak to her. <br><br>"We've done as you've asked. You'll leave us be."<br><br>She narrowed her eyes. Bad enough they had incapacitated her dear Richard and now they were making demands? With a growl she waved her hand and the remaining men choked on their own sins. <br><br>It was a useful spell. Poetic even. They all contorted as black ooze foamed at their mouths. With the exception of her Richard and one young page. <br><br>When all were dead or unconscious she smiled at the page. <br><br>"Go tell your King, it's done." <br><br>He ran as fast as his legs would take him. <br><br>"Hmm, so much for bravery."<br><br>She looked back to her own brave knight, bound in her throne room. There were more important things to concern herself with. Her knight in shining armour was injured. His knee being the most serious but certainly not the last of his bumps and bruises. <br><br>It took magic to get him to the bed, vines wrapping themselves securely about his wrists and ankles. <br><br>"Richard," She whispered, brushing his hair back from his head. 
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>20-02-2015, 06:45:36</strong>
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				He heard conversation, followed by gurgling, and the crash of bodies falling to the floor. <em>Serves you right traitors, take you due payment.</em> He thought to himself. When the vines wrapped around him and lifted him, it put a hitch in his breath, and drew out a light moan. He was pretty sure one of those traitors had at least bruised a couple of ribs when they had caved in the chest of his armor. He didn't know what he was stretched out on, but he felt when the manacles were removed, and his body stretched out spread eagle. His eyes rolled left and right as he wheezed for breath, struggling to resist falling unconscious. <br><br>And then the witch was smoothing hair from his brow, and calling him by name. <br><br>"F...f..Ferox." He managed to gasp out, his face straining to remain in a scowl, and trying to tug his arms free of the vines in a futile attempt to crush her skull between his hands. "Well...you h.h.have your prize. Cut...my heart out...or w.w.whatever sick art....you have in mind." <br><br>The effort of forcing words out through his bruised and bloodied jaw was about the end of him, but he'd be damned if he passed out in front of this bitch. So on sheer stubbornness, he managed to stay away, glaring into Ferox's eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 05:18:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br>She sighed dramatically. He always thought the worst of her and like most men of action, thought the only thing an enemy could desire would be his death. <br><br>“Richard, honestly.” She brushed back his hair once more and placed a kiss on his forehead. Her hand trailed down his chest and spread her fingers over his bruised ribs. <br><br>“Though your heart is indeed what I’m after.” <br><br>She whistled loudly, “But first, I need you recover.” <br><br>In response to her call a large hound bounded into the room. It was a giant beast, with a great shaggy mane and a jaw built to catch rabbits, or intruders. She greeted the beast with a warm pat and then led him over to the bed. <br>She lay her hand once more over Richard’s ribs, making sure to dig in her nails. <br><br>“I need you fully healed for what’s to come.” The statement was uttered with a mischievous wink. <br><br>With that said her hand heated up and the dog began to whine. The magic that had previously been sparking at her fingertips spread over his prone form, sucking from him his injuries and pain. It shot red through her arm, spiking into her back as it torn across her shoulder blades before finally resting on the hound. She shrieked before it was done, collapsing when the final injury transferred. The dog whined again, its head in her lap. <br><br>“Hush now,” she murmured, petting the dogs head. “You’ll be fine.” <br><br>Ferox waved her hand with what little energy she had left, tightening the vines on her guest. Just in case his renewed vigor led him to believe that he once again could stand a chance against her. <br>She heaved the dog in her arms and carried him to his bed by the fire. The great creature was still whining. She in response coddled and cooed over him like a child as she tended to the wounds. The wounds that had been Richards. <br>Once the hound was bandaged like a Mummy she returned to her knight’s side. The vines holding him taught and accessible.&nbsp; She looked over him again, grazing her hand lovingly over the side of his face. She should be angry, she knew. Exacting her revenge for the great wrong he had done her. <br><br>“You scarred me,” she suddenly told him, breaking the silence. “Do you wish to see?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 00:24:08</strong>
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				To say that Richard was in bad shape, would be an understatement. So when the vines started to wrap around his armor, and bit by bit peel if off of him and discard it, he was concerned, but a part of him was already resigned to his fate. His only regret was the thought that he would be dieing in disgrace under torture instead of in glorious battle. As Ferox slid her hand down his chest, covered now in only a bloodied shirt, he let out a grunt of pain as she dug her nails into the skin over his bruised ribs. He didn't understand what she was talking about, but it didn't bode well for him if she wanted him healed before she started to torture him. Her mischievous wink enraged him, but his body was so battered that he couldn't even summon the power to try to fight back. <br><br>When the dog padded into the room, at first she thought she was going to let it gnaw on his battered flesh, he had killed a warlock just last year who had summoned hell hounds and enjoyed watching them feast on mortal flesh. But instead, he saw her grip the things flesh, and the next thing he knew, he felt power surging through him. <br><br>"AAARGH!" His back bowed as his body tried to sit upright, pain, energy, and a burning flooded through his body like a whirlwind, the energy of her strange healing making his body spasm and shake, and then it was done. His eyes half closed as he breathed deeply to recover, he saw her pick up the dog that now looked as battered as he had been. As strength returned to his limbs, he tried to jerk his hands free of their bonds, only to find that Ferox had anticipated this, and at the same time the vines tightened and jerked him even tighter across the bed. He strained and pulled on his bonds, furiously trying to make use of his returned strength to escape his bonds. He finally stopped when she returned to the bed, and he could see he wasn't getting out. <br><br>"I know where my blade parted your flesh. I only wish my aim had been more true when I was young." He snarled, trying to jerk his face away from her petting hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 06:42:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br><em>"I know where my blade parted your flesh. I only wish my aim had been more true when I was young."</em><br><br>Ferox narrowed her eyes at that. <br><br>“It was true, and very painful.” With that she parted her dress to show him the deep ridged that adorned her mid-section.&nbsp; It was an ugly thing, rough and puckered skin that bisected her. She stroked it fondly. Another scar to show what she could survive. Just like him. <br><br>“But,” she said with a new twist to her lips, “I am not called the deathless for nothing.”<br><br>She tapped him on the nose and twirled away to her great table. She paused as she picked up a great pair of shears. He was going to be stuck in this room for months. It was an interesting room to be sure. Her inner sanctum, filled to the brim with tributes that had pleased her and the tools of her trade. There was a great roaring fire that kept it warm and wide windows with a view of the forest. If he happened to become bored during his tenure, she was sure she could come up with ways to amuse him. <br><br>Her back to him, playing with the great scissors in her hands she asked him something that had been on her mind since he ran that great sword through her. <br><br>“Did you ever feel anything for me?” <br><br>Much rested on the answer. Not the outcome. Whatever his response she would go on with her plan. It just changed the pathway, not the destination. She did not wait for him to answer as she snipped off what remained of his clothes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 07:07:44</strong>
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				As she showed him the scar across her midsection, he looked at it, and then flicked his eyes up to meet hers, anger and confusion writ clear across his face. He didn't know why his king had abandoned him, he didn't know what the hell this witch wanted with him. This was all so confusing. As she turned back with the scissors, he held very still, not wanting to goad her into harming him and starting the torture he was sure was about to come. Yet when she asked her question, he felt a slight surge of softness, and regret. <br><br>"You were an interesting, exotic young woman, and I won't deny I found you beautiful and intelligent. But you were a witch, and dabbled in powers no mortal ever should. If you hadn't devoted your soul to darkness, I might have felt something. As it was, I didn't hesitate a second to try to kill you." He said forcefully, with an angry tinge to his voice. It was hard to be defiant when a woman had just sheared off all of your clothing, leaving you laying bare before her. And now, he was eyeing those scissors, worried about what she planned to snip next. 
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				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>26-02-2015, 02:29:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br>Ferox was rather taken aback by his speech. One of the many things she admired about the knight was his honesty. Unlike so many others, when he said something he meant it. She was feeling rather flustered by his praise until he got to the last part. <br><br>“Quite,” she murmured, “You’re noble to a fault my darling. All it’s gotten you is here.”<br><br>Now naked beneath her fingers she let them trail over his body. She would relish in it now, soon it would change. Something equally pleasing, just different. Her long nails tripped from one rib to the next, before trailing around his sternum. <br><br>“I always thought you were lovely,” she told him, laying her head on his chest to listen to his heart. Her nails scraped over his nipple. “You have a pure heart.”<br><br>She moved away to look at him once more, but the loss of contact was brief. Setting the scissors aside she hoisted her skirts and straddled him. <br><br>“I’m going to do something I’ve wanted to do since I first laid eyes on you.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>26-02-2015, 03:39:48</strong>
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				As he lay there, bare as the day he was born, he still scowled at her for her endearments, struggled against his bindings as she trailed her hands across his flesh. There was a moment of concern as she lay her head upon his chest, her nail scraping his nipple while the other hand still held the scissors ready. The first thing that came to mind was that the sick bitch was going to shear off his nipple. But no, she was stepping away now, laying down the scissors, and returning, her skirts lifted as she straddled his waist. <br><br>"Go fuck your dog, at least he'll enjoy it! Just do what you're doing to me and be done with it witch!" He growled in defiance as she settled over him, her skirts now obscuring from view the lower half of his body. Luckily, the shears had frightened him enough, that he wasn't yet erect, but the feel of her heat just above him, he knew if she wanted she could get his body primed for whatever she wished to do to it. So he just glared at her, his eyes shooting silent daggers at her as we waited to see what fate awaited him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>26-02-2015, 20:02:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>Fuck the dog? She threw her head back as she laughed, setting her cunt on his flaccid cock as she did. Her muscles twitching with each chuckle. They died down to amused hiccups by the time she looked down at him. <br><br>“Since the dogs name is Annalee, I suspect that you’re far better hung.” She rocked her thighs against him. <br><br>“Or is this the one area you’ll prove to be a disappointment Richard?” It was meant as a taunt, her mouth twisted. She tousled her long wild hair, as she rocked back on the balls of her feet. Sliding her wetness over him, hoping to arouse, letting him know how eager she was. <br><br>She hadn’t been lying when he said that she had wanted this from the moment she laid eyes on him. Six years ago he had walked into her forest hut, hitting the roof with his armored frame. He had apologized for pulling out some thatch, which he promptly replaced. She had been smitten but this broad and honorable man. It seemed he was the same, coming to her hut every day for a cup of tea. She knew he was on a mission from his king. See if she was friend or foe. She was not yet as powerful as she was now, but still her reputation was spreading quickly. A forest witch, a wise woman whose spells were more powerful than most. She could heal, and harm, turn back the hands of time and make love sprout once more. He had wanted her to come to the palace, protect the kingdom against its many enemies. She in return had pointed out there was a reason that the king had many enemies, proposing Richard instead stay with her. Leave his corrupt Kingdom and help her create the world anew. He ran her through with a sword. <br><br>“I can’t do what I want in a day.” She confessed, leaning forward as she whispered the secret to him. “You’re going to be here until the day you die. Which if all goes well won’t be for many moons.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>27-02-2015, 02:13:58</strong>
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				"hnnf." He groaned as her slick sex began to stroke along his limp length. The heat and moisture held no doubts as to her intentions, and his body was responding quite against his will to the manipulations of her sex. As she laughed at him, he just scowled, trying to ignore the growing hardness between his legs. At her taunt of being poorly hung, a cocky smirk spread across his face for just a second. This bitch would find out she'd bitten off more than she had planned, he was a giant of a man, and his manhood reflected that. Almost a foot in length, and quite wide, he had never had any complaints about his size being inadequate, if anything it was the opposite. <br><br>He could not deny that the sight of this wild, exotic woman grinding upon his manhood was erotic as hell, but he didn't want to be there. His cock was singing a different tune however, iron hard now and begging for action, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, desperately trying to control his body, but to no avail. When the witch leaned over him to whisper part of her plans, he opened his eyes to glare at her. <br><br>"Torture me as long as you want witch, the only way you can have me is by force, same as everything else you do!" He growled in defiance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 18:54:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>When he began to thicken her eyes widened, before she bit the corner of her bottom lip and moaned. <br><br>“You’re never a disappointment are you deary?” She grinned, steadying her feet so she could slowly sink onto him. As she was being filled to the brink her eyes fluttered closed and her chest heaved. <br><br>“It’s almost a shame,” she purred, taking a hand to grip the remainder of him. “You’re more impressive than a boar.”<br><br>Her other hand turned to a claw as she anchored herself onto his chest. Turned like a corkscrew she ground herself onto his manhood, the blood rushing to her chest and face. It took her a moment to find a proper rhythm, this was always a dance but the rhythm changed with each partner. <br><br><em>"Torture me as long as you want witch, the only way you can have me is by force, same as everything else you do!"</em><br><br>“If that’s what you want,” she said with a sneer, “I’ll take my time.” Slowing her hips she positioned herself over him, swiveling her torso and ripping her hand away from his cock. Nails dug into the other pectoral and her mouth crashed onto his. She felt no guilt over this, it would take several unpleasant learning experiences for Richard to accept his place. He would lose who he was in order to become what she needed from him. Course she would have to be careful, he would change so much once she was done but she didn’t want him to lose what made him the object of her desire. His purity, his honor, his true heart. She dug her nails in deeper and pulled back her lips just enough that they were no longer locked. <br><br>The rhythm was finally there. She could feel their essences gyrate into sync. With that she began to suck away years. Not taking life from him, but the things that made him old. He had been 24 when they first met. She wished to see those years removed, perhaps more. After all the young and pliable were easier to control. She pulled from him the injuries, the creeping decay that the life of a warrior had wrested upon his body. She took it all, never once stopping her lustful ministrations. <br><br>When she finally climaxed she once again threw back her head, her nails still buried in him just as his cock was in her. She did slow however, a hazy look to her eyes, panting like a dog. When she finally did look at him he was young once more, 20 at the most. All fresh brawn and smooth faced. <br><br>“What a beauty you are,” she told him, “You’ll be more so once I’m done.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 21:12:01</strong>
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				Richard had to grit his teeth to stop the moan of pleasure from escaping his lips as the witch sank herself down upon his shaft. His eyes screwed shut as he tried to deny what was happening to him. It was hard to accept that as large and powerful a man as he was, that he was being raped. It was even harder to accept that it was rape when it felt so damn good, Ferox's tight sex squeezing down over his girth like a glove one size too small. He let out a hiss of surprise when her nails suddenly dug into the flesh of his hairy chest, his eyes snapping open as he glared at her. When she sank herself upon him until their hips met, and began gyrating her hips upon his slowly, he couldn't stop a light moan of pleasure from escaping his lips, even with both her hands clenched upon his chest. The violent clash of their lips was like war being declared, and he found himself responding, his mouth hungrily and angrily battling hers for dominance. As her lips lifted from his until they were just barely touching, he felt something odd happening. <br><br>"What the hell are you doing to me witch?!" He groaned, as the rising swell of pleasure from her pussy sliding up and down her cock made it hard to focus. But he knew something was different. He felt aches and pains that had been with him for years fading away, his body felt as though new energy was being poured into it, his muscles and flesh gaining a little of the firmness they had lost in the passage of time. The hair upon his chest grew more sparse, and his beard just faded away. He tilted his head back with a moan as his arms and legs strained against their bonds with renewed vigor, his body urging him to just accept the pleasure. His manhood throbbing deep inside Ferox, a groan escaping his lips as he felt her orgasm around his manhood, the clenching, massaging walls of her sex spasming wetly around him nearly throwing him over his own edge, but he knew something was wrong. Old scars and wounds that he had earned over the course of a decade of battles were gone. Opening his lust filled eyes he looked down at his body in fear, and saw a body he hadn't seen since he was only 19. <br><br><em>“What a beauty you are. You’ll be more so once I’m done.” </em><br><br>"What...God...What is this?" He asked her, straining to focus past his rising pleasure. He looked at her with confused, lustful eyes, hovering on the brink of climax. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 23:58:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br><em>"What...God...What is this?"</em><br><br>She pushed a finger to his mouth, silencing him. <br><br>“Just let it happen,” she murmured. She was in a post coital high, her eyes hazy and her lax. Her hips continuing their dance but without so much vigor. With a wave of her hand the vines recoiled from his arms. She took his wrists and placed his hands on her hips. <br><br>“Take what you need.” <br><br>There would be time once they had both completed for her to worry about his escape. When she would once again bind him to the bed. Make sure he had a good meal and slept. There was so much more to be done. It would take weeks, months even. Some of it magic, some of it nature. For starters he would no longer be allowed to cut his hair, or to spar. Once he was fully at home in his future female form she would allow him to once again train, but for now he would have to allow his body to become…soft for lack of a better word. Squeezing her inner walls once more, she attempted to coax him to climax. <br><br>“Go on,” she encouraged, moving her hands from his to twine into her hair, raising up and done in simple intimate motions, “I won’t stop you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>03-03-2015, 03:26:36</strong>
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				His hands were free, he could fight! He could reach up and snap her pretty little...but God. He needed release, this exotic woman was riding his cock, and had given him apparent youth in the process. His lust seemed to take fire from his youth, his loins burning with a need he had not felt in over a decade. He needed to take this woman, to hell with what she was! <br><br>"Fuck...God yes!" He moaned as his hands gripped tight around her hips, his eyes locked on her still clothed form, watching the swaying motions of her body as she ground herself upon him. With a grunt, his powerful arms lifted her hips upwards, as he managed to get his feet planted on the bed now that he had some leeway. With a groan of pleasure, he held her hips in place, while he began to hammer his hips upwards, driving his immense girth into her over, and over, as he strove for his release. His eyes were locked on hers, when his body finally seized up in pleasure, and with a growl of pleasure his hands tightened over her soft flesh, holding her in place as he hilted his cock within her, pumping his seed deep inside her. <br><br>"God...why? Why?" He managed to gasp, as he collapsed beneath her, his eyes bemused as he looked up at her. He tried to keep his movements casual, but he slowly started to try to lift his hands towards her neck. With the lust dispersed from his mind, he had one goal now. Escape. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 04:08:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>She was in a haze. Her eyes half lidded, hair wild and misted with sweat. Limbs loose and heavy. She felt like a meadow after a rain. Sodden with life and covered with dew. There was nothing but affection in her gaze as she crumpled onto his chest and wound her fingers in his hair. <br><br><em>"God...why? Why?"</em><br><br>“Because,” she yawned, turning to nuzzles into his neck, “You’re the only one that’s ever made me waver.” <br><br>She nipped his ear playfully before her eyes fluttered closed. She should worry about him escaping. He was a man of principle after all. Though if anyone believed that this hairless youth was Sir Richard Hawkins he would be lucky if they just returned him to her. A worse fate would be execution for treason or witchcraft. If anyone believed he was Sir Richard Hawkins that is. She sank down into his warmth and let sleep overtake her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 05:32:53</strong>
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				<em>“Because, You’re the only one that’s ever made me waver.” </em><br><br>Her words froze his hands. As she relaxed her body against his, he fought a battle within himself. On the one hand, this was a witch he was charged to slay or bring before the king for judgement. But, he had a history with her. One that caused regret, but now here when she had him at her mercy...she gave him back youth? He didn't understand, his mind was torn between a need to escape, and a drowsy desire to just bask in the afterglow of the orgasm and mystic renewal she had given him. Finally, with a sigh, he let his hands fall down to settle on her hips, as he let his own need for sleep overcome him. His body may have regained youth, but the energy to do so had to come from somewhere, and he found himself far more tired from a simple shag than he ever had been in his past. <br><br>As darkness slipped over him, he found himself wondering if he could bring himself to kill her when he awoke, or else what fate lay in store for him if he did not? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 20:12:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br>It was foolish to give into slumber, Richard could kill her or attempt to flee. Though the good sir knight would find it difficult to escape her abode. Even with his new vigor. She shouldn’t have slept but magic of that degree required Morpheus to have his due. Despite her concerns when she awoke on top of her knight, or should she say squire, she found herself better rested than in years. The sun was shining, the birds singing and the fire was still roasting the embers. He hadn’t killed her in her sleep or attempted to run. <br><br>With a satisfied yawn she stretched herself over him, her joints popping. There was still much to be done. The dog for starters. Annalee’s tail was thumping excitedly against her bed as Ferox changed the bandages and administered the necessary poultices. She started the fire up again and hung the kettle for tea. <br><br>At the moment the fire was a nicety, not a necessity, but there was chill in the air. Summer was gone and this autumn seemed to stretch on, as if trying to hold back winter. Winter was a good time to do what she planned. The world was asleep and yet under the frozen surface things busied themselves with rebirth. Come spring Richard would be reborn. She decided that she would let him pick his new name, it was only fitting. <br><br>The vines were off and would stay so. She wouldn’t admit it to him but the magic had weakened her. Even with all the power she was born with and had gained, turning back the hands of time required much. She had little strength to hold him. <br><br>What little she had she used to fill the large copper tub in the corner, hidden by a screen and heat the water. She poured in sweet smelling jasmine and a touch of mare’s milk to soften skin, testing the temperature by skimming her fingers. <br><br>“Richard,” she called out, “Richard, time to wake up.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>06-03-2015, 07:51:32</strong>
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				Richard slept deeply, his body exhausted both physically and emotionally. His sleep was mercifully dreamless, and when he heard his voice being called, he slowly started to crawl out from the dark blanket of sleep. As he blinked his eyes and rejoined the world of the living, for just a moment, he didn't know where he was, or why he felt so strange. Then the events of the prior day crashed back down upon him. Jerking upright he looked down at his body, and saw that what had happened last night was still in effect. He had a body virtually free of scars, and with no facial hair, and barely any body hair, just as he had been when he was nineteen years of age. He saw that even his legs were now free of the vines that had ensnared him last night. Twisting his legs under him, he stood from the bed, and stood before Ferox bare as when he was born, his hands clenched in fists as he glared over at her. <br><br>"So, what happens now Ferox? And how long do you think you can keep me ensnared here? Are you just toying with me now, waiting for me to try to win my freedom only to return me to my shackles?" He asked her with a growl as his body assumed a balanced stance, his eyes darting around the room to take in the details, wondering what her next move would be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 08:09:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>The grandwitch who taught her had always said every day is blessing that begins with a laugh. Richard could be thanked for this blessing. <br>He stood before her as though still a tough and grizzled warrior. Expecting his tone to inspire fear and respect. What he was instead was a gangly youth, his gravitas coming off as nothing more than a petulant whine. <br><br>She chuckled, amused and drunk on the proof of her power. That sort of magic was nothing to sneer at. She had taken a decade off of him, without any ill effects on her of her home. She didn’t feel burdened with guilt. His men had betrayed him and their sins feed the machine that was his rebirth. Magic was a beautiful thing. <br><br>“Now, Richard you’re going to take a bath.” She gestured to the steaming tub behind the screen “And then have a cup of tea and recover, while I attend to my business.”<br><br>She could see the gears turning in his mind. Should she tell him that her home would not let him leave or test him? It might be entertaining watching him like a rat in a maze. Even if he did find his way out of this room the tree would just lead him in circles, continually bringing him back here. If he jumped out the window or scaled down the wall the garden would lead him back to her front door. Not to mention her hounds would prevent him from leaving the yard and if he did make it past them every raven and owl in the forest were her loyal eyes. It would be easier if he just behaved himself, had his bath and tea and waited until she returned. Then again if he did that he wouldn’t be the man she fell for. Either way the day would prove to be diverting. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 23:00:48</strong>
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				"Fuck you bitch." He growled. He saw that he didn't scare her, and that was her mistake. It was true his body had lost the accumulation of muscle that over a decade of wearing heavy armor and engaging in warfare had given him. But even at nineteen he had been a soldier, and his body still had the wiry strength of youth. He knew he wouldn't be able to wear and run in his armor anymore, if he could even find it, but he didn't need that. Turning he snatched up what looked like a small dresser, and with a grunt of exertion twisted and flung it at Ferox. The witch had powers, and he doubted it would even come close to striking her, but it would take her attention off him, even if just for a second. As the dresser flew through the air he turned and battered his way through the door, never even thinking to try the handle. He grunted in pain as he felt his left shoulder dislocate and shards of wood embed in his flesh as he crashed through the barrier to his freedom. Just yesterday he could have taken down that door without even a grunt of effort, now he was gasping from the pain of his shoulder being knocked violently out of socket. Lifting his right hand he held it to his shoulder as he ran down the tunnel before him. <br><br>He ran down what looked like a straight tunnel for too long, he knew how wide this tree was and there was no way this tunnel could still exist. Yet somehow, he couldn't find an end to it! He spun and kicked open a door, only to find another tunnel. He dashed down it, his head swiveling back and forth as he looked for a way out. The tunnel turned a corner, and just as he thought he was making progress...he saw the shattered door to Maeve's quarters. With a snarl he turned and knocked open another door, racing down the passageway in an attempt to outrun this magic that bedeviled his senses. At random he opened doors, and each time all he saw was an empty tunnel. <br><br>Until finally he knocked one open, and it opened directly into the bedroom where the shattered door should have been. He turned and looked behind him, and saw a blank wall of wood. Defeated, he collapsed to his knees, gripping his injured shoulder, bleeding from the shards of wood that were embedded in his flesh, and with a crazed look in his eyes. <br><br>"Just finish me you sadistic bitch. Weren't you taught not to toy with your food?" He cursed softly, closing his eyes as he knelt in the doorway, his head slumped forward in exhausted defeat as he tried to accept the fact that there was no escape. He had to endure whatever Ferox decided would happen to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>11-03-2015, 22:01:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br>Normally when a piece of furniture came hurling at her head, Ferox was able to pause it in midair or turn it into a shower of petals. Today, after giving Richard ten years she only had enough energy to duck. The dog whimpered as a shower of splinters scattered across the room. She brushed herself off and checked for wounds, on both herself and Annalee. With more than a little relief she found nothing. The same could not be said for her home. She scowled at the broken door. Had he even tried the lock? For all of his admirable qualities, her Richard was still a military man and force always his first recourse. She shook her head, her scowl replaced with fond amusement. <br><br>Her scyring glass was playing out his escape attempt and her homes efforts to thwart him. It was rather entertaining, in a petty way. The same as watching a rat trying to get out of a maze. Every turn he took, the tree created another tunnel, another dead end. It wouldn’t matter what he did. All roads led back to her. Best to let him have his hope, if nothing else this run should tire him out. It gave her time as well, to plan out her response. The gentle seemed to have little effect on him. He simply wasn’t responding to her kind hospitality. Rather unfortunate that she should have to show him her other side. The one that peasants and kings alike feared. The dark creature of the woods. She felt her magic crackle, turning a dark emerald green and her red hair stand on end. The other aspects of her nature took over. Her hands became the claws of a bear, her feet the hooves of a deer, her eyes the eyes of a hawk and within her mouth developed the fangs of a wolf. She grew taller, her hair winding and snapping around her head and the newly grown antlers she bore. In this state her power was at its greatest and all constraints of civilization melted away. There was one other side effect of this form, over the entrance to her fertile womb there lay a pulsating cock. <br><br>There was a crash at the door and she turned sharply. Richard on his knees, cursing her name and demanding she end him. He would never be so fortunate. <br><br>Closing the space between then in two long strides she stood before him in all her glory. He was beautiful like this too, bloody on his knees before her. She had wanted to ease him into his new life, she should have known that this man before her would never allow her to spoil and pamper him into becoming her bedmate. <br><br>“You ungrateful sow,” she cursed, landing a stinging slap to his face with her bear claw. “I am the only one who has ever wanted you. Your king betrayed you! Your men went along with him. You’ve never had anyone else but me. This is how you’ve repaid my kindness.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>11-03-2015, 23:03:19</strong>
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				With his eyes closed, he never even saw the blow coming. As he was thrown to the floor by the force of the blow, he cried out in pain as he landed upon his dislocated shoulder. His vision swam as he opened his eyes, and saw the horror before him. The animal traits of her body were horrifying, but perhaps more frightening to him was the sight of a large cock swinging between the thighs of the woman who had ridden him last night. Finally, her words sank in through the horror he was feeling at the sight of her body being twisted by animal features. <br><br>"For a woman who can become an animal, you'd think you would know a sow is the female. You didn't tie down and ride a female last night." He spat out, for a moment indulging his stung male ego before reigning it in and focusing on what mattered. "My men may have been traitors, and fools, but I can't believe I was sent here to die. Not after all the years I gave my king, all the times I saved his life."<br><br>Richard closed his eyes as he lay defeated upon the floor, his mind going over his memories of the king. He couldn't deny, the man could be petty, and self absorbed, but he was the king by right of birth, it was his duty to safeguard him. And the prince...the boy had promise, and his position had given Richard the chance to help mold the boy, train him to hopefully be a better king than his father. But even this king wouldn't sell him to a witch....would he? <br><br>"Your kindness included imprisoning me with the aid of men you convinced to betray me and their oaths. And God only knows what else you plan to do to me, so get it over with." He grunted as he managed to lever himself to a sitting position, leaning back against the wall as he stared in horrified fascination at the twisted form of Ferox. The animal parts of her body had his hair standing on end, the sheer wrongness of her form frightening in its own way, never mind the size of her teeth and claws. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 04:09:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>She lifted a brow. <br><br>“Your King thought nothing of selling you to me.” She said flatly, “The man has no honor, just like I’ve always said. Give up any thoughts of freedom through death. He traded you to me so I would leave his kingdom be and I intend to take my due out of your hide. I’ve returned your youth to you Richard. Why would I do that just to torture and kill you?” <br><br>She glared down at him. His insistence that she just get it over with had sorely tempted her and if she was at full power she would have. Watch his body transform into that of a maids and while her newly minted hymen was still fresh she impale her while still in her wild skin.&nbsp; He might not survive it, given her mood, but the look of shock on his face would be worth it. <br><br>Instead she did not have the strength and wouldn’t for quite some time. Her powers ebbed in winter. This process would be taken step by step and finally he would be her Beltane bride. <br><br>The wound on his shoulder would need to be bandaged and he still needed to eat. He was weakened and she was confident that he would not run. She crouched next to him and carefully pulled one splinter after the other. <br><br>“Now, you will take your bath, let me bandage this and then you will clean up the mess you’ve made.” She grasped his chin between her claws and jerked his face towards her, “Or I shall lose my patience and be forced to whip you.” With that she stood and briskly turned, retrieving something from the now broken dressed. Finding Richard still on his knees she shoved a light blue dress at him, the kind that one would find on a maid. <br><br>“Take your bath and then get dressed.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 04:53:34</strong>
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				His head was bowed in shame as she told him how easily his king had sold him to this witch. It was hard to believe, but on the other hand...well he had never thought the king was a good man. If his king had decided he could best serve his people by being a bargaining chip, perhaps he should simply do his duty and accept his fate? As his face was jerked up to meet hers, the claws of her hands digging into the flesh of his face and nearly puncturing skin, he saw the wild anger flaring in her eyes. As he knelt there and watched her retrieve a piece of clothing, he snagged it from the air as she shoved it at him, and without even looking at it simply stood and walked over to the bath. <br><br>He eased his body into the still hot water, giving a light moan of pleasure as the heat seeped into his strained muscles. He was thankful for the screen that separated him from the beast who now controlled his life, though he knew the separation was token at best. Richard had no desire to linger over the bath, the milk and the lavender made it smell odd to him, womanly. He knew women bathed in such things to smell good and have soft skin for their men, but he had never been in such an aromatic bath himself. Richard had one problem to see to still, so lowering his dislocated shoulder into the water, he braced himself against the tub, and then with a sharp groan of pain, slammed his shoulder back into place. His vision swam and for a moment he slid under the water as his world went white with pain. Spluttering he rose back up from the water, and as soon as his breathing had returned to normal, he stepped out from the bath, and gingerly toweled himself dry. When he picked up the clothing he had been given, he stared at it in disbelief. He stepped out from the screen with the towel still wrapped around his hips in a vain attempt at maintaining some sense of modesty from this woman, as he held up the dress. <br><br>"You honestly want me to wear women's clothing? I doubt the damn thing will even fit me if I did put the damned thing on." He snarled as he gave another attempt to have some control. He knew it wouldn't work, deep down inside, he knew he was going to end up wearing whatever she wanted. But he had to protest, he had to fight it, or he wouldn't be who he was. So he fought the inevitable, and waited to be thrown across the room once more by this frightening woman who now ruled his life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 19:53:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>There was always a sense of loss when she returned to her human form. She was comfortable in her wild skin. <br><br>Now that her hair hung limp around her face and limbs returned to fingers and toes. She smoothed herself down, twisting her hair in a bun and adjusting her skirt now that she lacked a cock. <br><br>The next thing to smooth down was her anger. She was a patient witch, but even she had her limits. As much as he amused her, if you told the same joke over and over it loses its punchline. Hearing get in the bath and do as he was told did much to curb her ire. <br><br>The kettle was boiling. She looked at it with surprise, having forgotten she’d put it on. Tea was definitely in order. The herbs were lying on her table and she plucked them from the rubble, grinding out the last of her anger with a mortar and pestle. The herbs and the spell she would put on them would help begin his change. First it would be superficial, flowers and roots that helped promote the female humor. Later there would be rituals and painful reconfigurations of form.<br><br>"You honestly want me to wear women's clothing? I doubt the damn thing will even fit me if I did put the damned thing on."<br><br>She looked at him and smiled. He cut a charming figure. Still wet and barely clothed, wearing only a towel and a look of indignation. <br><br>“I do,” she replied, pouring her dried concoction into the boiling water. “They’ll fit, course they’ll look better once you have your bosom.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 22:36:45</strong>
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				<em>“I do, They’ll fit, course they’ll look better once you have your bosom.” </em><br><br>"My bosom?" He asked, confusion painted across his features as he tried to understand what she was talking about. For now, she was calm, she wasn't in her freakish form anymore. He hated it, but he decided to just do as she had asked. Perhaps if she was calm and pleased, she would tell him just what the hell she had planned for him. Sighing in disgust he moved back behind the screen, and sliding off the towel he struggled into the dress. He was surprised to find it did fit him, although it was tight in the shoulders and hips. The skirt rode a little high on his thighs, he imagined it had been made for a woman who didn't have his towering height. He stepped back out from behind the screen, feeling ridiculous, and crossing his arms across his chest he looked down at the witch. He kept present in his mind that even though he towered over the woman, he had just seen what she was capable of becoming, so his size was not the intimidation factor it had once been. <br><br>"Well, happy? Now that I'm dressed like a woman, could I convince you to tell me just what you do plan to do to me?" He asked her, frustration and confusion laced clear in his voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 05:42:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br>It had not been her plan to giggle like a courting waif when Richard appeared. Yet when he came into view, the dressing fitting so ill on him she couldn’t help the mirth that escaped her. <br><br>“Oh my darling,” she laughed as she handed him a mug of steaming tea. “If you could only see yourself.” <br><br><em>"Well, happy? Now that I'm dressed like a woman, could I convince you to tell me just what you do plan to do to me?"</em><br><br>“Quite,” she responded innocently, the occasional guffaw still bubbling to the surface. She shook her head when he demanded she explain herself.<br><br>“Not yet, I was not lying when I said I had concerns other than you. I am building an empire after all.” She nodded to the mug. “Now drink up,” She then pointed to the splinters of the dresser “Clean up this mess and we will discuss your future this evening.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 05:53:34</strong>
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				And now, the witch was laughing at his appearance. He glowered at her, his rage and pride threatening to boil over at the humiliation she seemed to be delighting in delivering to him. But with an effort, he held himself in check, he accepted the mug of tea, just holding it. He didn't want to drink it, didn't trust that she wasn't up to some new method of torture. But now she was giving him fresh commands, and had promised to discuss her plans for his this evening. He decided to keep playing it calm. Fighting had gotten him no where, she was still doing whatever she pleased to him, all it had gotten him was pain. So for now, he was going to simply obey. <br><br>"As you command." He managed to grate out before tilting his head back and draining the mug of tea. It was hot upon his mouth, but he wanted it gone, and didn't particularly want to taste whatever she had put inside that devils brew. He turned immediately to start cleaning, his body stretching oddly as he tried to maneuver in the dress, finding it hard to comfortably bend over in the ill fitting attire. Finally he managed to maneuver himself to his knees and started picking at pieces of splintered wood scattered about the floor. He started to feel, a little odd though...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 15:08:26</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br>She blinked in surprise when he had downed the scalding liquid in one go. <br><br>“You might have wanted to sip that,” she began but abruptly ended he thought when he bent over. The dress did nothing to help cover him. She smirked and wolf whistled at him. She should have provided a longer cover but the view the short skirts provided. Still and all his form would soon change and the wardrobe of gowns would fit him like a glove. <br><br>“Here,” she said, pouring him another mug of tea. Crouching down next to him she offered him a second cup. “Drink. I’ll be back this evening. Look after the dog would you?” <br><br>She stood then, smoothing down her own costume and applying a fresh coat of war paint. There was an audience waiting and they expected to see Ferox the Deathless, Creature of the Woods. With a loving pet to his head she left him to his own thoughts.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 17:28:01</strong>
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				When she wolf whistled at the sight of him bent over, his face flushed and he had to close his eyes for a second, shame and anger bubbling up inside of him. With an effort of will, he swallowed his pride and ignored it as best he could. When she came and crouched down next to his kneeling form with another cup of her devil's brew, he grimaced but took it. As she patted his head like a dog and asked him to look after her bitch, his hands shook as he gulped down this second mug of tea. He didn't want to sip it, didn't want to taste what the hell she was putting into him. He already knew he felt a bit off from the first cup, he was certain he wasn't going to enjoy whatever it was she had planned for him. <br><br>But she left him alone, which was in a way a blessing. Yet it also drove home the fact that she had no fear of him escaping. She was leaving him here alone, unguarded, and she knew he would never be able to escape. His only avenue of escape was to kill himself...and he wasn't willing to take that step yet. He would wait and see if an opening would appear. <br><br>So he cleaned up the debris left from the dresser, not knowing what to do with it he piled it next to the fireplace. He got the dog a pillow from the bed and helped it to become more comfortable, making certain its fur was smoothed beneath the bandages and finding the dogs food and water. He didn't hate the dog, he just hated its owner. By the time he was done his head was feeling a bit funny, so he laid down upon the bed, intending to rest a bit while he waited for Ferox to return. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 23:04:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>Ferox never forgot her roots. She wore it like she wore Richards scar. Proof she could survive and overcome. <br><br>She had been abandoned at the edge of the forest when she was just a babe in arms. The previous wood wife had found her. A small creature mewling out for succor. Her grandwitch had taken pity on her, just like she did for every other little thing in need. Ferox had grown like a weed, a wild and untamable thing. The forest had been her home, her school and her church. The animals in it her siblings, playmates and boon companions. The only other people she saw were those who sought the help of her grandwitch. She had been the one to teach Ferox about which plants killed or cured, when to perform spells to the phases of the moon and turning of the seasons but most importantly she taught her about people. They were petty, she had said, cruel and lie by their very nature. Until she had met Richard she had agreed. He had been the only pure heart she had never found. <br>Despite her grandwitches thoughts on people she never turned anyone away. It was a tradition that <br><br>Ferox continued. Which was why she sat on a throne of branches and bones in her forest courtyard hearing petition after petition from the local peasants, gypsies and forest folk. She granted some, ignored others, and turned a few into toads. They were causing too much trouble as humans. <br>Her heart wasn’t in it today though. Her thoughts kept drifting to her captive upstairs. Imagining the day when he, no…she, would be standing beside her whispering advice in her ear. They still had a ways to go. The tea was just the beginning. Two cups today should do no more than begin to muddles his hormones. Increase the estrogen. She grimaced, he would be a moody mess for the next few days. Shaking the unpleasant thought off she returned her attention to the plea of a young unwed mother. <br><br>The day done and much good and ill accomplished she returned to her chambers, a tray loaded with food in hand. Roast pheasant, potatoes with rosemary, and the last of the summer greenery. Deciding the Richard had been through enough she even included a mug of ale and lemon cakes. Given his previous behavior she half expected him to throw it in her face. Still, when she entered the room and found the dog alive and the mess cleared she had a sprig of hope. <br><br>“Richard,” she called out softly, “You hungry?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 23:59:44</strong>
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				Richard was feeling out of sorts. He had always been a contemplative man, a man who knew what was right, knew his duty, and knew what should be done. His world had been one of black and white extremes, his life devoted to what he perceived to be the white light of righteousness. But that had been knocked on its ass by the recent revelations. He had denied it to Ferox, but the more he thought back to the mission he had been given by his king, the way the man had spoken to him, he became more and more certain that he had been sent here to die for the sake of his king's safe hold on his lands. The man he had devoted his life to defending from the day he was large enough to lift a blade, and now he was betrayed by the man whose vows had said he would always stand by his champions in exchange for their willingness to sacrifice their lives for his. <br><br>As he lay on the bed, he rolled to his side, his back to the door, and discovered to his shock he was actually crying! His emotions flaring and flooding within him to extremes he was unaccustomed to. He had always controlled his emotions, and he hadn't cried since he was a child! Now he was a beardless, almost hairless boy and he was crying like a scared child! What the hell was happening to him?! He heard the door open behind him, and quickly scrubbed a hand across his face, hoping to hide the shame of having been caught crying by his captor. <br><br>The sound of her voice though, caused his emotions to take another shift, towards anger. This was the woman doing all this to him. So he rolled over and sat up on the bed, glaring at Ferox as she came into the room. <br><br>"Why? Do you have babyfood or some other trick up your sleeve to shove more shame down my throat?" He asked in an angry voice with a hand gesturing down at the ridiculous dress he had been ordered to wear. He held onto the anger, glad of the cleansing fire of it. "Or perhaps you have some other planned way to torment me, another run through an endless maze? Turning into a bear and swatting me around? Reminding me I've been abandoned by all I fought for...and suffered..and was alone...Gah!" <br><br>The fire of anger had been there, but then his mind had drifted again. And suddenly he was crushed under a wave of despair as he thought once more on all that he had lost in this betrayal by his king. He turned away from Ferox and stood from the bed, striding over to brace his arms against the window sill, staring outside as tears again leaked down his face. He angrily dashed a hand across his face, confused and infuriated by the emotional outbursts that were escaping him. Another thought came to him. <br><br>"Do you still intend to tell me what you are planning to do to me? Does that brew I drank earlier have anything to do with it?" He asked her in a voice hoarse from his efforts to get himself back under control. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 15:28:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br><em>"Why? Do you have babyfood or some other trick up your sleeve to shove more shame down my throat?"<br></em><br>“No Richard,” she began, only to be cut off as he continued his outburst. Her brow furrowed with worry as he looked out the window forlornly. She hadn’t expected it to be this bad already. Perhaps she should be concerned about suicide. She would stay by his side for the next few days, she wasn’t needed anywhere for the next week or so. <br><br>She set the tray down and went to him, placing her hands on his shoulders, running her fingers up to hair. <br><br>“No my darling,” she began again, trying to soothe him. Only to once again be cut off. <br><br><em>"Do you still intend to tell me what you are planning to do to me? Does that brew I drank earlier have anything to do with it?"</em><br><br>Taking a step back from him she crossed her arms and sighed. <br><br>“As you wish,” she agreed, “I’m transforming you into a woman. Should take most of the winter. I’ll present you at Beltane as my wife, you’ll help me rule my kingdom and you’ll give me an heir. Does that satisfy you?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 17:22:30</strong>
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				For a moment, the feel of her hands on his shoulders, running up to toy with his hair was soothing. The feel of human contact, the casual familiarity of it, was a balm. Perhaps similar to how a wild stallion was soothed by becoming accustomed to the touch of its trainer. But any soothing was dashed away by the revelation she laid before him. He spun to stare at her, his eyes wide in horror and disbelief. <br><br>"<em>What?!</em>" The word came out as almost a screech, his voice going several octaves above his normal baritone from sheer surprise. He stared at her uncomprehendingly, his mind rushing to catch up. On the one hand, things started to make more sense, when she had called him a sow, the dress, but why? <br><br>"Why Ferox? Do you hate me so much you need to emasculate me to complete my shame? I can't just be given a clean, honorable death?" He found tears trying to leak from his eyes again, but he managed to hold them back. His moods were shifting, but he would get them under control. So now he stood, so close their bodies were almost touching, staring down at this frightening woman. Could she even carry through on her threat? Sure, he had been made younger, but he was still completely male. Maybe it was an empty threat? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 18:50:16</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>“What is this preoccupation with death?” She queried, closing the space between them and laying her hand on his chest, giving a cheeky squeeze. “Should I have wanted to kill you I would have done it six years ago. Very publicly and very bloody in revenge for what you did to me. I told you why I’m doing this. I need a mate and an heir. You’re the only one I want or trust to have by my side. You’ll see what I’m doing it right, I promise you.” <br><br>She pulled away from him then, turning to the table and setting a place for his dinner. <br><br>“Calm yourself, eat. You’ll need your strength. It won’t be an overnight process but it will still take its toll. It’s for the best, you’ll see.”<br><br>She patted the chair and filled his mug with ale, before filling one for herself. <br><br>“Don’t worry, this isn’t laced. But you’re right about the tea. It’s the beginning of the process,” her voice turned dark and cold, “Which you will drink every morning. It’s for your own good, otherwise the rest of the spells will be rather…unpleasant.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 19:07:33</strong>
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				As she squeezed his chest he found himself surprised by the calm familiarity she displayed with his body. It was at once calming and horrifying. The cold, calm way she stated she could have killed him sent chills up his spine, as did her statements that he would provide an heir, albeit not in the way he would have imagined or preferred. When she told him that she trusted him and wanted him, it amazed him. He had tried to kill this woman, had hunted her in the name of a king who betrayed him, but she trusted him? <br><br>By the time he was back in his own head, he saw she was setting the table for dinner. At first, he wanted to refuse to eat, to make a statement. But then the smell of roasted meat reached his nose. There was no reason to weaken himself, he may as well eat. When she patted a chair, he sat, obeying her and still feeling like a complete fool sitting in the too small dress. He was relieved when she told him the ale wasn't laced, but a chill crept up his spine when she told him he would be drinking that tea every morning. Much as he would like to disobey her, he knew he would drink the tea. So far she hadn't lied to him, so if he could find no way to escape, he would drink the tea in the hopes that eventually her guard would lower, and he would find his escape. <br><br>He settled in, and speared a bite of potatoes and pheasant, closing his eyes and savoring the simple pleasure of good food. He t ook several bites, before he could bring himself to stop, and fortifying himself with a drink of ale, look at Ferox and ask her his questions. <br><br>"My preoccupation with death is simple. I have lived a life of battle, killing witches and creatures of darkness. I've never seen one keep a prisoner to be anything but a toy for their pleasure and eventually when they bore of its screams, kill it." He said in as calm a voice as he could manage. "I admit, I thought you different from most of those creatures of darkness, and it was not with joy that I tried to kill you all those years ago, it was duty. But why are you doing this? Is it even possible to do to me what you plan to do? Or am I some experiment you are toying with? And....why are you going to make me someone completely different?" He was baffled, his mind struggling to grasp the full measure of what she planned to do to him. Transform him to a woman. A complete woman from the sounds of things if he was going to bear her children. His eyes went a little wide on the edges just at the thought of it. With a shaking hand, he drained more of the ale, trying to fortify himself, and ate more of the delicious meal, trying to keep himself from gibbering in abstract terror at the thought of being changed completely into another person. Would he still have his memories, would he recall what it was like to be a man when she was done with him? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>20-03-2015, 06:18:57</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br><em>Is it even possible to do to me what you plan to do? Or am I some experiment you are toying with? And....why are you going to make me someone completely different?"</em><br><br>She stiffened at that. Annalee whined and she turned her back on him to hide her momentary ire. The dog was well enough but she needed the bandages changed and more poultices added. She busied herself with the canines care as she responded to Richard in clipped tones. <br><br>“Of course it is possible,” she told him, “Hasn’t been done in some time, but it is possible.” <br>She hoped. <br><br>“You wouldn’t be happy as my husband,” she continued, her voice softening. “I knew that the moment you turned me down. As a man your loyalties are to your king and your moral code.” She shrugged, “As my wife your loyalty is to me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>20-03-2015, 09:00:36</strong>
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				So, she knew she could do it. At least it sounded like she wasn't experimenting on him. Not that that was a great comfort to a man who now knew that he was destined to become a woman. Richard sat quietly and ate for a short time, he saw the anger in her eyes, heard it on her voice. And he had seen what that anger could summon. He had no chance against that. At least she was being honest with him. But he didn't want to lose his manhood, didn't want to become the brood mare for this witch. Sure, she wasn't as evil as other witches he had hunted in the past...but she still was by no means pure of heart. <br><br>"Well, I guess I should thank you, for being honest with me as you promised. At least I know your plans now." He said in a subdued voice, the food no longer interesting him. He set the fork on the plate, and leaned back in the chair, his eyes a bit distant as he tried to wrap his head around what Ferox had declared his fate to be. It was hard to even imagine, almost impossible. He decided to voice one question that scared him the most. "If you manage to change me...will I remember, or will I become something new?" <br><br>The thought of losing who he was, all of his memories and knowledge, it was terrifying. Just as terrifying as the thought of being emasculated. He couldn't even summon the nerve to look at her as he asked the question, just staring at the plate, waiting to hear his doom. The fire was gone now, there was no anger, his moods continued to shift with the breeze as his body tried to accustom itself to the new state of things Ferox had introduced to his system. Now a forlorn despair was rapidly sinking into him, like a quagmire he couldn't escape from. His eyes drifted to the cutlery on the table for the eating of the meal, in particular his attention was captured by the sharp edges that could be used for a clean ending to his life...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 04:45:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>He was taking this all rather well. He was calm and resigned to his fate, his tone reasonable.&nbsp; <br><br>Ferox was immediately suspicious. <br><br>No man should take the concept of losing his cock, especially one as impressive as Richard’s, with such ease. <br><br><em>"If you manage to change me...will I remember, or will I become something new?"</em><br><br>Her temper disappeared as quickly as it had flared. She stroked her hand along the length of his shoulders, from one to the other before letting her nails rest on the back of his neck. With her free hand she refilled the ale and set it in front of him insistently. Best not to risk sobriety at this juncture. <br><br>“My plan was to allow you your memories. You would still be you, just in another form.” The hand that refilled the ale then went to his groin and gave his cock a loving squeeze. “Though it would be a shame to be rid of it entirely, perhaps I shall have you retain it for special occasions.” <br><br>She hoped she was being comforting. After all her intentions were to have this being as her immortal mate, eternity would stretch forever if they weren’t on good terms. She nuzzled his neck. <br><br>“Would you prefer if I took them? Give you memories of being someone else?”<br><br>She bit her bottom lip. It would pain her to do so. She did not wish to lose one part of him, but…if it was what he wished. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 05:01:46</strong>
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				He was just starting to think of reaching out for one of the forks, thinking he could use it to open his veins, when Ferox trailed her fingers across his shoulders, stroking him, soothing him as one would a child or wild beast. When she sat the ale in front of him so forcefully, her nails digging slightly into his flesh, he took it as an order. His movements were wooden as he reached out, and tilted his head back. He drained the mug in a long, guzzling chug. He normally wasn't one to drink to excess, but he thought he had some damn fine reasons to tonight. He coughed a bit as he sat down the mug. <br><br>As she told him he would keep his memories, a knot of pressure released it's hold on him, at least he would still be himself. Just as he gave himself a small measure of relief, he felt her hand slide down his body to grip his cock. He couldn't hold back a light moan as her hand squeezed his manhood, her touch eliciting a response as she spoke of how she may consider keeping it. As her face nuzzled at his neck, he still sat there, for the most part still in shock. When she offered to take his memories, he turned his head to look at her with horror and pleading in his eyes. <br><br>"No...please don't. If I have to lose what I am...at least don't take who I am." He pleaded with her. He was curious about something else she had said, and her hand on his cock definitely brought it to mind. "You said, keep it for special occasions. Do you mean you'd change me back to a man, later?" He knew that was a futile hope. She was going to breed him. He would be a brood mare she mounted to create offspring. He kept his eyes on hers, while one hand tried to slide one of the forks from the table, thinking to hide it in his boot to be used later, if things became unbearable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 06:06:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>The hand that was on his cock flew to his hand and dug its nails into his flesh. <br><br>Her eyes never strayed from his but they narrowed once more in anger. <br><br>“I have returned your youth and plan to turn you into my bitch, what makes you think I can’t raise you from the dead?” She asked him coldly before crashing her mouth onto his. The kiss was not kind, but one of domination. When she finished she gathered up the dishes, but left the ale and filled him another glass. <br><br>“To answer your question,” she continued, her voice still tight “I may indulge you in the retention of your cock. You will never be fully male again, but you might never be fully female.” She cocked her head to the side as she studied him “If you wish, you may be like me. Neither one nor the other but both.”<br>She shrugged, toying with the silver between her fingers. <br><br>“Or I might just cut off your manhood tonight and stop these pleasantries.” Her eyes never left his and her tone was cutting. “What would you prefer Richard?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 06:23:58</strong>
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				Her hand crushed his, he knew he was caught, and his plan of escape was foiled. When her lips crushed to his, he didn't even try to resist, he just let her plunder his mouth. The way she coldly stated her intentions of making him her bitch, and stated she could return him from the dead chilled his soul. When she planted the mug of ale before him, at first he ignored it. But then she was answering his question, and he found himself needing a moment to think. <br><br>He lifted the mug, and slowly drained it as he considered her threat, and offer. She asked what he would prefer, having his manhood cut off, be fully female, or retain his cock while being a woman. He didn't know what to make of this offer. He was confused, he was scared....and after chugging two mugs of ale, he was starting to feel a bit tipsy. He let himself relax, he was fucked anyway. Looking up at her, he told her the only answer he could think to give. <br><br>"Well, at least if I still had a cock I might get the chance to fuck you back once in awhile." He growled with a slight slur to his voice. He knew he was on dangerous ground, he knew he should just roll over and beg for mercy so she wouldn't castrate him tonight. But he had to at least feel like he was fighting back. And hell, she was a beautifully exotic woman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 15:36:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><em>"Well, at least if I still had a cock I might get the chance to fuck you back once in awhile."</em><br><br>At that she laughed, a deep rumble from her belly that burst from her lips. She emptied the pitcher into his glass and pressed another kiss upon him. One that was nothing but affection, light and giving. <br><br>Interesting that he believed her about being able to raise the dead. To be quite honest she didn’t know how powerful she was anymore, but she doubted she could turn Richard and bring him back to life in one season. <br><br>“You might want to go slow with that one, otherwise you won’t be able to do that tonight.”<br><br>She leaned casually against the table, running her fingers through his hair as she gazed upon him with wistful passion. <br><br>“I don’t expect this to be easy you know,” she told him, “I expect you to fight me every step and to have more than one day where you won’t think you’ll be able to go on. But it will all end well, I promise.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 16:13:50</strong>
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				Richard&nbsp; closed his eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair. It felt good, hell it was hard to deny that she was beautiful, and when she pet him or treated him with affection, there was a part of him that just wanted to accept her attentions and stop fighting. But he wasn't drunk enough for that yet. Hell, may as well see if he could get there. He opened his eyes and slowly drank a few more mouthfuls of the ale before answering her. <br><br>"You do realize that promises that it will end well after telling me I'm going to become your brood mare doesn't really go well together right?" He asked her, voice lightly slurred as he felt a comfortable buzz settling down upon him, his entire body relaxing. He wasn't feeling afraid anymore, there wasn't room for it, wasn't need for it. At least for tonight, the alcohol was making him just accept things as they were. "If I have to be a woman, at least make sure I'm not ugly. And that I have big ta ta's!" He giggled a bit there, and held his hands out in front of his chest and made groping motions before calming again. He looked at Ferox again and looked into her eyes. <br><br>"I'm gonna fight you. Hell might manage to escape. But I can't deny, you're a beautiful woman. I wish I hadn't had to try to kill you all those years ago. I'd enjoyed talking with you." He mused with an idle smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 18:55:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br><em>"You do realize that promises that it will end well after telling me I'm going to become your brood mare doesn't really go well together right?"</em><br><br>Ferox rolled her eyes, her long fingers continuing their twisting motions in his hair. <br><br>“You act as though I intend to breed you to death,” she laughed, “Leave you chained spread eagle to the bed.” She paused to contemplate the image and filed it away as a contingency plan. <br><br>“I need only two or three, more children than that and you have infighting.” She moved on of his arms to the side and placed herself on his knee, enjoying it while she could. Placing a finger under his chin she tipped his face towards her. <br><br>“And who better to teach the heirs to a future empire honor, justice and morality?”<br><br>At the prospect of him being an ugly woman she shook her head. <br><br>“You’ll be handsome no matter what form you took.” She took his hand and placed it on her own breast. “And once you’ve had a set, you’ll realize that less is more in these cases.” <br><br><em>"I'm gonna fight you. Hell might manage to escape. But I can't deny, you're a beautiful woman. I wish I hadn't had to try to kill you all those years ago. I'd enjoyed talking with you."</em><br><br>“Of that I have no doubt,” she replied with her own grin. Her tone turned sober when he expressed his regret at her attempted murder. <br><br>“Indeed,” she said soberly, “If you would had agreed to marry me then, we wouldn’t be here.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 19:26:38</strong>
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				He sighed in pleasure as her fingers continued to twist in his hair, the massage his scalp was receiving was so intimate, so comforting, it was something he never received. He had lived a life devoted to duty. He had permitted himself a few dalliances, some strangers passing in the night to release pent up need. But he had never had someone treat him so familiarly, so comfortingly. Even if this same person was planning to utterly change him. But that didn't bother him at the moment. <br><br>"Considering that last night you rode me while I was held spread eagle, the thought had crossed my mind. Though that was fun." The last bit slipped out, he was actually a bit surprised to find that it was true. He had at the time thought he was being tortured, forced. But now, as he thought back on it, he couldn't deny he'd enjoyed being dominated. If he was sober, this thought would probably scare him but as it was, he just went with it. "So I'll be more than just a brood mare eh? I'll have a hand with the children you...give me." He couldn't stop his voice from faltering at the end, even drunk the concept of becoming a woman and birthing a child...it was frightening. <br><br>He took some comfort when she told him that she would not make him ugly. And smiled when placed his hand upon her breast. His cock was starting to make a plea for attention, awakening under the skirt of the dress he wore, as he lightly massaged Ferox's breast through her clothes. As her look became more serious, he looked at her, for the moment resigned to his fate. <br><br>"We wouldn't. But would we be in a better place? As much as I hate what you plan for me, if I had to lose to any witch, I'm glad it was you. You were always my one regret." He said softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 23:06:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">[img height=200 padding=10[/img] http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg </div><br>She knew it was a good idea to get him drunk. Alcohol broke through a man’s defenses quicker than a battering ram through a castle door. Now that he was pliable and admitting his affection for her without prompt, she had confirmation that she had made the right choice. <br><br><em>"So I'll be more than just a brood mare eh? I'll have a hand with the children you...give me."</em><br><br>She pressed a kiss to his temple. <br><br>“I was planning on letting you raise them honestly. Not that I’ll be an absent parent, but I shall be concerned with other matters.” <br><br>She smirked as his cock strained through the dress, tenting it more prominently then it would on trousers. With what little mercy she had on reserve she grasped it and teasingly stroked the head. <br><br><em>"We wouldn't. But would we be in a better place? As much as I hate what you plan for me, if I had to lose to any witch, I'm glad it was you. You were always my one regret."</em><br><br>That turned her cold. She pulled away from him and left his embrace. <br><br>“You needn’t have lost at all,” she snapped, busing herself with clearing the table, “If you had just seen sense…” She trailed off then and waved a hand, as if just then remembering that she had magic, and the table was clean. <br><br>“Doesn’t matter,” she muttered, “Things are as they are.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 23:22:26</strong>
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				He smiled with content as she kissed his forehead, listening to her tell him he'd raise the children. Well, if he had his way there wouldn't be any. But it was comforting to know that if he didn't beat her, that at least he wasn't doomed to be strapped to a bed down in the basement, there to be used to pop out more of her progeny. He'd have a life. Maybe he'd like it? He gave a rumbling groan in the back of his throat as her hand reached under his skirt and toyed with the head of his cock. While before it was just sluggishly looking about, the ministrations of her hand had his cock at full attention, the skirt tented over his impressive girth, though it was too short to hide his manhood as it lifted the skirt to provide a clear path for Ferox's skilled hand. .<br><br>When she stopped cold and walked away, at first he was just confused, but then as she spoke, even his drink befuddled head could follow. <br><br>"You knew what I was, what I believe in. I gave an oath, I can't forsake it, no matter if I wished it or not. I wished you hadn't turned against the king, that we could have made the future better for those who are the victims of power. Now, I'm one of those victims. Forsaken by the king I gave an oath to, the king I have nearly died to defend. Sold to you like a cheap side of beef. How could I have known? How could I have been so blind? I gave the man everything, never took a wife. Lived alone, so alone, all so no one could threaten another, to make me sacrifice him. All for nothing." At first, he spoke with as much force as a drunk man can. Unfortunately, his thoughts quickly turned maudlin, the ale, combined with the rampant amounts of estrogen still coursing through his system, had him literally crying in his ale. He picked up the mug and finished it, setting it back on the table with an unsteady hand, and made the valiant effort to stand. <br><br>"Just a blind, arrogant fool. Be better off as a brood mare anyway. Can't make as many mistakes there." He mumbled as he staggered towards the bed, his emotions battling within his drink fuzzed head, the small amount of control he had managed swept away by the drink.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 00:15:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[img height=200 padding=10 [/img] http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556 </div><br><em>“You knew what I was, what I believe in. I gave an oath, I can't forsake it, no matter if I wished it or not.”</em><br><br>She paused in her bandaging. That was hard to argue with. After all is was these traits that had first attracted her to him. She was about retort when he voiced his wish that she hadn’t turned against the king by informing him that she was never with the king in the first place. That was until he continued on his soliloquy before collapsing on the bed in a pile of self-pity. <br><br>“You don’t drink often, do you Richard?” She asked, giving Anna Lee a pet after she finished tending to her. <br><br>He didn’t need to reply, if was fairly obvious. Instead of pointing this out, she sat on bed and attempted to rearrange his limbs into something comfortable. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 00:31:11</strong>
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				Richard was a welter of emotions, the ale and the estrogen combining into a moltav cocktail of moodiness that surprised and discomfited him. He wasn't used to having this level of emotional turbulence, this degree of loss of control. But she was correct, he rarely drank. He knew it made his emotions easily turned. He tended to go from high to low, with no middle ground when he was drunk. When Ferox rested on the bed and rearranged his limbs, he rested on his back, looking up at her. <br><br>"The stuff your poured down my throat earlier probably isn't helping either." He muttered in defense of his sorry state. He glanced down at himself and started to laugh, a silly laugh just this side of a giggle. The reason for his humor was clear, he looked foolish laying there in the too small blue dress. More than that though he hadn't lost his erection, so the skirt was obviously tented by his manhood. He scrubbed a hand over his face, struggling to scrub some sense of control back to his head as he lay looking up at this woman who had taken control of his fate. <br><br>"You've shattered all that I thought I stood for Ferox. You see that, don't you?" He asked her quietly, his tongue still uninhibited thanks to the drink. He didn't see the point in hiding what he felt from her right now, hell, maybe he would get answers. But it didn't matter. He just felt the need to unload himself. "My whole life, I lived, fought, and would have died for my king. I came here thinking it quite possible you would kill me, and I would die for the honor of my king. Now...now I know the king I would have died to defend sold me like cheap meat. Even if I win, even if I can manage to escape or stop you from making me your....your woman...what do I have to go back to? You've managed to strip it all away, and leave me bare as a blank page."<br><br>Richard reached over and rested one hand just above her knee, just needing that feel of contact, needing something to anchor him in a world that was fast changing around him beyond his control. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 01:57:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br><em>"The stuff you poured down my throat earlier probably isn't helping either."</em><br><br>Ferox conceded the point with a nod. It was true and it was only going to get worse before it got better. <br><br>“No, most likely not.” <br><br>He then started to laugh and her brows furrowed, until she followed his gaze and noted his impressive manhood winking at the world from the edge of his dress. <br><br>“Would you like something different?” She asked him, a touch miffed. Still her hand went to his cock and picked up where she had previously left off. “Perhaps blue is not your color?”<br><br><em>"You've shattered all that I thought I stood for Ferox. You see that, don't you?"</em><br><br>Her lips pinched, he had turned melancholy again. <br><br>“Do you think I would have let you continue to live a lie?” She let him finish his speech before continuing, her tone just the edge of frustrated. As if she had been explaining an obvious subject to a toddler. “You’re right, your king has no honor and you have nowhere to go. I’m giving you a chance to live with honor, uphold your principles and be happy.” She sat back and crossed her arms with a huff. <br><br>“And yet I am still the villain.” She frowned and batted away his hand when he placed it on her knee. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>03-04-2015, 00:55:42</strong>
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				When Ferox slid her hand back to caress his cock once more, Richard moaned, lifting his hips as pleasure coursed through his fuzzy mind. A smile briefly taking up residence upon his face. <br><br>"If I have to wear a dress blue is better than pink." Richard conceded. <br><br>But then he saw he had made her upset again. Heard her words, and he was surprised to feel hurt when his hand was batted away from her, as she closed herself off from him. Damnation he shouldn't WANT anything to do with this witch, but he was coming to a surprising conclusion, though he still couldn't bring himself to just surrender to his fate yet. He brought his hands up, and placed them over his face, rubbing at his now smooth and scar free cheeks, closing his eyes as he tried to form a coherent though to explain himself. <br><br>"I just don't know anymore. That's, what I was trying to tell you in my fumbling way. Everything that was white is now dark gray, what was black seems much lighter than it was. My king was supposed to be the epitome of virtue. You were supposed to be a black hearted wench with nothing in your soul but darkness." He said slowly, keeping his eyes closed, lowering his hands to rest on his chest as he spoke his mind. "But now my king has betrayed me like a rogue, while you have never to my knowledge deceived me. It's all....backwards." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>08-04-2015, 20:20:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div> <br><br><em>"I just don't know anymore. That's, what I was trying to tell you in my fumbling way. Everything that was white is now dark gray, what was black seems much lighter than it was. My king was supposed to be the epitome of virtue. You were supposed to be a black hearted wench with nothing in your soul but darkness." He said slowly, keeping his eyes closed, lowering his hands to rest on his chest as he spoke his mind. "But now my king has betrayed me like a rogue, while you have never to my knowledge deceived me. It's all....backwards."</em><br><br>Ferox had to be honest with herself. Patience was not her forte. When one can flick a hand and a room is cleaned or a meal made, it’s sometimes hard to remember that things take time. Richard was going to take time. Perhaps, she realized for the first time, his mind longer than his body. <br><br>“I know deary,” she said finally, breathing deeply through her nose. She rearranged him and sat his head on her lap, twisting his short hair once again between her fingers. <br><br>“Take your time,” she told him, her tone defeated. Then a smile twisted her face “After all, we have the time in the world.” <br>She moved his hand to his still pleading cock, growing ever angrier at the fleeting attention he’d been given. <br><br>“Go on,” she said, prompting him to grasp his pulsing manhood, “It’ll help you sleep.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>08-04-2015, 20:46:47</strong>
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				It was a strange sensation, having his head pulled in to rest in Ferox's lap. The way her fingers played with his hair, it was soothing, he felt cared for. His eyes were closed, and even as she was twisting between defeat and hope, he was letting out a light sigh of pleasure at the feeling of being petted and cared for. This woman was a mystery to him. On the one hand, she was quite clear and in the open that her plan was to change him, to make him into a woman, perhaps let him keep his cock, but either way, she was going to have him carry her children. Yet on the other, she was tender, and seemed to care for him. Seemed to want him to desire this. It was a strange, conflicting situation to be caught in. <br><br>As she lifted his hand and guided it down to the cock that had escaped the flimsy confines of his dress, he blushed as she instructed him to pleasure himself while he rested his head in her lap. It seemed so....erotic. But by this point, his cock had received so much start and stop attention, that he decided to just obey. <br><br>He kept his eyes closed as he wrapped his hand around his straining manhood, gripping it tight as he began to stroke it, milking out a drizzle of cloudy pre that slid down over his fingers. He shuddered as he began to move his hand over his shaft, every stroke intensifying the sensations. In his mind he was trying to just play out any fantasy, some generic thought of a woman beneath him as he had for most of his life. But now, he kept seeing Ferox. With the liquor still clouding his mind, he didn't even realize he was moaning. <br><br>"Oh yes...yes Ferox...please." He murmured, unaware that his thoughts were escaping his lips as he pushed himself rapidly towards his peak, his head shifting and burrowing into Ferox's lap, nuzzling his head against her thighs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>08-04-2015, 22:13:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div> <br><br><em>"Oh yes...yes Ferox...please."</em><br><br>She chuckled at that. <br><br>“Yes darling, what do you crave?”<br><br>He was quite the sight, all sinew and muscle straining against his own desire. She wondered if he would be just as lovely when he turned into soft skin and pleasing curves. When his moans would be breathy and high pitched and she would split him like a roast on her impressive length. <br><br>Given the heady mix of alcohol and buzzing pleasure, he should sleep well. The morning however would be a different concern. She could only imagine what a man like was like with a hangover and the gnawing memory of their conversations. Still, now he was flushed with delight, on the brink of climax and she drank every bit of him in. <br><br>Tomorrow, could wait until tomorrow. All she hoped was that he wouldn’t try to kill her until her second cup of tea. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>08-04-2015, 22:29:21</strong>
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				<em>“Yes darling, what do you crave?”</em><br><br>"Y....you." He whispered as he finally succumbed, his hips bucking against his hand as his strokes picked up speed, desperate to attain the release he needed. With his eyes closed, and his attention so focused on his pleasure, he didn't give any thought to where his seed would fall. So as he was arching his back and leting out a long, low groan of release, a smile on his face, his cock was pulsing, firing jet after jet of his seed into the air, most of it splashing back down upon his dress clad form. <br><br>He slumped down against the bed, drawing in deep, ragged breaths as his climax faded, letting his hand fall away from his spent manhood, his hand still sticky with his own seed, and the combination of alcohol, estrogen, and a day filled with shocking discoveries, all conspired to send him spiraling down into a deep slumber, sprawled out shamefully spattered with his own seed, his head resting nuzzled in the lap of the woman who should be his greatest enemy, a smile on his lips. <br><br>"Ferox." He mumbled with a smile as he drifted off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 01:00:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/129710-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br>Well that should get her through the day. Richard was sprawled against her, snoring lightly against her thigh. With an indulgent smile she extracted herself from him, carefully not to disturb his slumber. Though she doubted a herd of elephants could disturb her slumber. <br><br>“Sleep well deary,” she told him, replacing her thigh with a pillow. <br><br>There was work to be done. <br><br>Before she could cover him with a blanket she collected his cooling essence. Once she had gathered into a metal vessel she pulled the coverlet over his prone form. This unfortunately would be essential. <br><br>Checking to make sure he was still slumbering she took his release and mixed it with vinegar, desire oil and a collection of herbs that represented the feminine. It would be a only a few weeks before his breasts would begin to grow and his hips to swell once she took this step. She paused for a moment, thinking back on this evening. Perhaps there was a way for him to remain as he was and still be with her. Then she remembered his promise to fight her and she gave a weary sigh. This was the right thing to do. <br><br>With that she crushed the herbs into the vessel and stirred up what would be the downfall to his masculinity. With a wave of the hand she opened a panel in the wall and placed the container before a statue. The same god/goddess she had invoked to create her two-form shape. Now she asked for Richard to changed. She prayed for a time before closing the panel and kissing Richard on the temple. <br><br>She would not be there when he awoke. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 02:25:54</strong>
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				Richard slept deeply, with untroubled dreams. Perhaps it was a result of the alcohol, perhaps the releasing of tension, but whatever it was, he awoke well into mid-morning. Normally, such sleep would leave him feeling refreshed, unfortunately, he wasn't used to consuming large amounts of alcohol as he had last night. So it was with a groan that he rolled out of bed. His feet touching the wood floor at the same time as his hands lifted to cradle his throbbing head. He had slept through the worst of his hangover, but he was still miserable. What was more, as he sat up, he could feel his dress brush across his chest, his skin exceedingly sensitive, his nipples hardening from any form of movement of the fabric across from them. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms, and quickly found it wasn't just his chest that was suddenly more sensitive to touch. A shiver crawled up his spine as he realized more of the changes Ferox had planned for him must be starting. <br><br>Slowly, he stood up and hobbled over to the table, where he saw a mug of water had been left. He picked it up and drained it greedily, desperate to rehydrate. When he was done, he stood with his hands braced on the table, and glanced down at himself. He winced as he saw the stains of dried semen coating the front of the dress, there was no denying he was in a disgusting state. Hell, he'd even take a different dress if it got rid of this rag. All it did was remind him of his weakness last night. He flushed as he remembered moaning her name as he touched himself, remembered the soothing, gentle touch of her hands running through his hair. He had to get out of here. That was when he noticed, he was all alone. This was his chance.<br><br>He moved to the window, prying it open and leaning out to see if this was an option for escape. <br><br>It was not. <br><br>He was far up the side of the tree, far too high to survive a fall and with no branches below. He pulled his head in, and growled as he looked around the room, desperate for anything that could be used as a rope. But he had shattered the dresser, the clothing removed now to a different location, and the bedding was no where near long enough. His eyes then lit on the door. Perhaps, if she wasn't here to guide it, he would be able to escape. Without hesitation, he moved to the door, opening it, and slid out to see if the halls remained a never ending loop...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 04:53:53</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>She was throne room when a nearby mirror revealed that Richard was awake, and scrambling for an escape. With a wave of her hand the dignitary that had been boring her with peace talks froze. She approached the mirror with a small smile. It would take quite a bit to break her filly. <br><br>“Go on deary,” she told him as he opened the door, “See what you can find.” <br><br>It might break his spirit should she put him on another rat run. Instead, she lit up the path with a soft glow. The pathway would lead him to a great dressing room, with gowns a plenty and all needed extras. She never wore such things, but it would please her for him to wear them. There would be other rooms as well, a great underground spring for him to bath in and leading from that a courtyard set with his breakfast…and his tea. These places of course weren’t actually in the tree, but her power could safely send him to other locations without fear of his escape. <br><br>It would do him good. If he behaved that evening, like he had the night before, she might arrange for him to keep busy.&nbsp; <br>Should he rebel however, she could chain him to the bed and screw him to submission. <br><br>With that grim thought in mind, she waved her hand again and the dignitary once again sprang to life. <br><br>Her mind was no longer geared towards peace. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 05:19:02</strong>
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				The hallway was already different than he had seen before. Lights sprang to life on the walls, a soft radiance illuminating the path before him. He smiled as he took off at a jog, thinking he had finally conquered this maze. He ran for a couple minutes, before he hit the first door. He pulled it open and was through it before he registered where he was, just glad that beyond the door was something that obviously wasn't the bedroom or more hall. <br><br>His eagerness didn't last long. <br><br>An immense dressing room filled with dresses and all the frills, a room of pure femininity. A sense of horror prickled at the back of his skull. Soon, if Ferox had her way, this would be a room he would WANT to spend time in. He shuddered, and quickly crossed the room towards the door he saw on the opposite wall. He may grab something different to wear just to get out of his cum stained dress, but first he wanted to see if this next door provided escape. <br><br>Instead, he found a great rocky chamber with a steaming pool of water in the center. <br><br>"Well...may as well get clean." He muttered as he pulled off the stained blue dress, tossing it in the corner of the room before wading into the warm water. He hissed as the heat prickled his skin, the heightened sensitivity he had noticed upon waking far more apparent now. He worked quickly to get clean, not wanting to linger and waste his chance to escape. He got out of the water and stepped back into the changing room, defiantly grabbing one of the most flamboyant dresses and using it as a towel. <br><br>He strolled through the room, searching the clothes, hoping that somewhere was a set of trousers that had been overlooked. But no, there wasn't. He found the simplest, and largest dress he could, an emerald green with white lace across the low bodice. He hesitated as he looked at the undergarments. It seemed ridiculous to think of wearing that, but if he was going to run, he honestly should have something to stop his balls from waving in the wind, he'd heard of men harming themselves doing that. Grimacing in disgust he grabbed a pair of lacy undergarments and slid them up his legs. He blushed as he tried to tuck himself inside of them, his large manhood grossly distending the fabric. He shuddered as the lacy material scraped across the head of his shaft. Shaking his head he pulled on the dress. He sure as hell didn't need a bra or leggings, and he'd rather go barefoot in the woods than put on heels. He managed to reach behind him and crookedly button up the dress. When he turned he caught his reflection in the mirror, and blushed. His body still was undeniably male, with broad shoulders and lean, clearly defined muscle. But the lacy front of the dress revealed the top of his pecs, and he could just see the top of his aureole hidden in the lace of the bodice. <br><br>"Gods, this shit is demeaning. Time to get out of here." He grumbled as he ran through the springs, and through the door he found there. <br><br>This was when it became obvious he had never had a chance of escape, this was all another form of rat maze.<br><br>Before him was an open courtyard with a table set with breakfast, and the mug of steaming tea that he immediately recognized. He turned and growled at the sky where he was sure the bitch was watching. <br><br>"This isn't funny!" He griped before he went and sat himself at the table. He was rebellious, but not stupid. He had seen the result of fighting her directly yesterday, nothing but pain and humiliation. So he picked up the tea, and with a frown chugged the whole mug, shivering as he wondered what new changes this would help to usher in. Then he set to breakfast. He didn't know if Ferox would be joining him, he didn't see another setting, and he wasn't sure what he should do after breakfast. He would probably explore, see if there were any more rooms he would be led to where she had things she wished for him to do, or if he was guided back to the bedroom. At this point, he was resigned to having failed at his second escape attempt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 06:11:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br><em>“This isn’t funny!”</em> He railed at the heavens. By the gods she laughed. It wasn’t just a sly smile but a great roaring belly laugh that stopped the dignitary cold. <br><br>“Your majesty?” He asked, stunned by the lack of protocol. True to rumor there had been little courtly grace with this witch. She instead had looked down her nose at him, outright snorting at the terms his king had offered. He was doing everything he could not to be turned into a newt. <br><br>She waved a hand, tears leaking out her eyes. <br><br>“My consort,” she finally offered, before seeming to remember who she was speaking to. At that she straightened. <br><br>“The terms your kings offers are insulting. I should send your head back in a basket, carried by bats.” <br><br>The dignitary swallowed thickly. <br><br>“However I like you,” she told him, “You handle yourself well. I think you’ll give enough gravitas to my words to get them through your monarch’s thick head.”<br><br>He nodded quickly. <br><br>“You may go,” she told him coldly. Once he scrambled away she snapped her fingers, “Next!”<br><br>While waiting for a new mewing, groveling, smarmy courtier she created more doors, with more rooms for Richard. If nothing else he was amusing. <br><br>As a reward she allowed him a stable, filled with the finest horses she had been given. There was even a pasture where he could ride them, and a riding master for him to learn side saddle. <br><br>To get him acquainted with the new aspects of his life there was a door that lead to a room filled with women embroidering, with an empty space just waiting for him. <br>As a temptation the final new door lead to a harem, filled with some of the most beautiful women in the land. <br><br>The new courtier entered and she grimaced, waiting for another boring speech. At least, with one eye trained on her mirror, she would be entertained with any outcome. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 06:38:43</strong>
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				He finished his meal in sullen silence, but when he was done he gave the opposite wall a double take. Three doors had just appeared there. Apparently, Ferox had some other activities in mind for him. <br><br>"Well, can't be any more degrading than this." He muttered as he paused to try to rearrange himself under the dress. Ferox had played him masterfully he had to admit, by putting the clothes in the first room he found. If he had known he was going to be trapped in the tower still, he would never have put on the girlish attire he had picked, he'd have found some other option. He sighed as he went to the door on the left and pushed it open. <br><br>A smile split his face as he smelled fresh hay and heard the nickering of horses. For just a second, he thought he had a chance of escape. But then he saw the stablemaster, and all thought of that fled. The man was obviously one of the horse lords of the west, men born to ride and possessing an uncanny talent for communicating with horses. The man's eyes lit on him immediately, and the way the man walked with that sabre at his hilt showed Richard that he had no chance of defeating the man while wearing a dress with no weapons. <br><br>"Ah, milady, I was told you would be coming for your first lesson in riding." The man said smoothly as he gave a short bow and then moved off to retrieve a horse. <br><br>"Uh, I'm a man, and I am quite a good horseman." Richard replied a bit sharply, quite touchy about his attire and irate at Ferox for how she was making him dress. <br><br>"Milady, the master of this house has made it clear you are her consort, and will be the mother of her heirs. If my mistress says you are a woman, than a woman you are. And I will wager you are not skilled at side saddle riding." The man replied with surprising calm and understanding. It was clear the man understood Richard was confused, and not exactly happy, but he was also determined to do his duty by his mistress. <br><br>"Side saddle, only women ride...oh." Richard started to argue, when the truth occurred to him. Ferox was training him for his new lifestyle. She was determined, he had to admit. He bowed his head and sighed. "No, I don't know how to ride side saddle. Would you please teach me."<br><br>He surrendered, he saw no point in railing against his circumstances, and at least he was out in open air, DOING something! Besides, if he could befriend his teacher, perhaps he could find some way to convince the man to help him escape! He noticed the man never offered his name, he wasn't certain if that was a rule, or just a sign of the man's own nature. He spent two hours awkwardly trying to ride a horse wearing his dress, learning to ride with both legs on one side of the horse. He was a fair rider normally, but he was red faced and embarrassed by the time his lesson was done, he had nearly fallen multiple times, his sense of balance all wrong when sitting side saddle. <br><br>"Good first lesson. I'll see you again I'm sure." The instructor told him before ushering him back towards the door. Richard went through, and then with a sigh entered the next. <br><br>"Oh you have to be kidding me. Really?" Richard put his hands on his hips, and looked at the ceiling of the large, comfortable room that was filled with women of varying ages doing embroidery. <br><br>"Come take a seat young lady. Don't you worry, we'll teach you how it's done." A matronly woman in the center of the room told Richard in a no nonsense tone. He didn't even bother to correct her this time, he was certain all of Ferox's people would refer to him as a lady now. His face was flushed with shame as he took a seat, and picked up the embroidery tools with fingers too large and fumble fingered to handle them with any grace. The next two hourse were spent with a great deal of swearing and pricking of his fingers. He tried to embroider a simple shape, a circle, and he already knew it would never be round. When the matronly woman excused him, he nearly ran from the room. <br><br>He paused before the last door, a bit frightened about what may be beyond it. Finally, he took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. When he closed it behind him and looked around, he straightened, and stood stock still. <br><br>The room was filled with young, beautiful women in varying stages of undress, a feast for the eyes and temptation for any man. He shifted his hips awkwardly as he could feel himself hardening inside the prison of his too small lacy underwear. <br><br>"I uh....I think a mistake was made.....I don't think I should be here." He stammered, his face brilliant red. The unspoken word 'yet' rang loud in his mind. Was this his fate? Was he to be transformed and placed in this room to serve as her next consort? His hand scrabbled at the door behind him, trying to find the handle to get himself out...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 07:07:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>Richard had managed to keep her from killing anyone for four hours. Quite a feat when he had spent that time nearly falling off a horse or repeatedly jabbing himself with a needle. Still his attempts had kept a smile on her face and her mood good. <br><br>She suspected the messengers that reported to her would kiss him if they knew. <br><br>The day was winding down and he had just one more room to visit. It was with a sharp eye that she watched him enter the harem and monitored his response to the pretty flesh on display. <br><br>She wasn’t sure what she would do if he strayed. Releasing him was out of the question, as was killing him. She might do away with his cock permanently. With a deep breath she closed her eyes and let her shoulders fall. Or perhaps she would allow him to find his pleasure where he chose. After all he was here against his will and would never leave, what harm would it do to keep her tributes company? The only product of any union would be the heirs he would carry for her. <br><br>At the thought there was a rush of jealousy. While Ferox was not raised a monogamous by any means, there were certain spells that required sexual activity, not to mention an itch to scratch whenever the need arose, it still caused her distress to think he would find release willingly, eagerly with these beauties while she had to either chain him up or get him drunk. <br><br>He was trying to escape. Interesting. She waved a hand and the door handle vanished. She sat back in her chair, listening to the drone of an advisor, all the while watching Richards every move. <br><br>This was going to be good. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 07:21:28</strong>
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				His hand had just closed over the handle of the door, when it disappeared. He spun to look at the door, and then up at the ceiling once more. <br><br>"Really?" He asked in exasperation. He sighed with defeat as he looked at the room of beautiful women who were now eyeballing him approvingly. <br><br>"So, what are YOU supposed to teach me?" He growled, afraid of what the answer to that would be. So far each room he had entered had in some way been geared towards educating him on his future status as a woman. He was frightened as to what a room of harlots was supposed to teach him. <br><br>"Well, we weren't told to teach you anything. But, if you want to learn a few tricks?" One beauty suggested with a breathy chuckle, sliding her robe back from her ebony flesh, exposing her perfect figure to Richard. <br><br>"Ah..ah...n..no I don't think...That will be necessary." He stammered, trying to look away from the perfect flesh being laid bare before him. He could feel his manhood hardening, sliding out the top of the lace panties he was wearing to throb against his stomach. <br><br>"Don't you want to know how to please our mistress? She obviously thinks you will be a pretty little girl when she is done." A tall, willowy redhead breathed as she sidled up behind him, her hands gliding across his hips and gripping his ass. "Ohh, you're still all hard, if mistress plans you to be a wife, I think she has some softening left to do here." <br><br>The ebony skinned concubine had slid forward and slid a hand up the skirt of his dress, and pressed her fingers against his shaft. <br><br>"Oh, she has alot of softening to do here. He's quite....stiff." With a breathy chuckle she tickled her fingers against his tip before he managed to twist himself away from both of them. <br><br>"Gah..what's wrong with you." He growled, struggling to retain his composure, a flush mantling his cheeks. "I didn't come here....for that! I don't know why she sent me here...but I'm not going to take sex lessons with the bunch of you!" He growled, shifting to keep his back to a wall. <br><br>"Well fine, be a prude. If you change your mind though..." The redhead told him with a smile as she wrapped herself around the ebony skinned woman, both of them sliding down upon the cushions as they began making noises of pleasure. Richard had a hard time looking away, but he managed to jerk his head away to look at the door. When the handle hadn't appeared again yet, he couldn't stop himself from glancing back at the women one more time...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 07:58:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>This was better than she had hoped. He was torn, obviously aroused but resisting. Oh her honorable Richard, she wondered if he had taken a harlot to bed.<br><br>She smirked and found her hand creeping towards her thigh. All jealousy vanished she found the idea of him with her concubines rather…intriguing. <br><br>Perhaps she should tell them to instruct him on what her bed habits were. <br><br>Her advisor cleared his throat. <br><br>Right, work to do. <br><br>Her eyes lingered on the image of Richard amongst her whores. There was no way that the door handle was reappearing any time soon. <br><br>The two trouble makers were some of the lower born in her harem. The ebony beauty was a born courtesan, from a long line of such women. She had been gift when Ferox had threatened the great sea port Ironcoast with a plague of rats, amongst gold and welcome use of the harbor. The red head had been a farmer’s daughter, and had been turned over to her when merely a child. The farmer had thought Ferox was going to eat her. In truth, she was her first tribute. <br><br>The rest where the second daughter of the Kingdom of Orhurst or the sister of the Duke of Morgate or the prized bedwarmer of the rich merchant from Vertvale. All were examples of her power made flesh. She did indulge in them from time to time, but mostly they were for show. Ferox never bothered to learn their names. She had boys too, but she doubted that Richard would enjoy their company as much. At least not with the parts he had presently. <br><br>The advisor cleared his throat again. <br><br>Right, work. <br><br>She would treat herself by joining Richard when all this business was done. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 08:20:14</strong>
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				Richard's eyes were locked on the ying and yang of two women entangled in a 69 that he saw before him. The pale alabaster of the redheaded courtesan and the ebony silk of the other, entwined, the sounds, the smells...<br><br>"Tempting, isn't it?"&nbsp; Came a sultry voice from beside him. He spun to look, and saw a perfect golden beauty. The woman's hair was long sheets of spun gold, her flesh tanned to perfection, her see through negligee was gold as well, providing no real cover, but letting her assets play a delicious game of peek-a-boo. "Oh don't worry, I won't jump you like these two. But you really should watch. They are very...enthusiastic." <br><br>Richard turned his eyes from the wicked smile on the blondes face to see once more the two women wrapped tight around one another. It seemed their behavior had inspired other's, as he saw two other feminine bodies writhing together on the bed in the center of the room. He saw a number of young men reclining along the walls as well. He noted that none of them seemed to be dressed as women, apparently that was a fate reserved for him. <br><br>"Hey!" He squeaked as he jumped upwards, thrusting his hands down to swat away the blondes hand. She let out a low, sultry chuckle as she brought her hand back to her lips, licking off the dollop of pre she had just swiped off the tip of his throbbing cock. <br><br>"Sorry, I don't often see a man in such...alluring clothing." She said with a throaty giggle. <br><br>"Well admire from afar damnit!" He growled as he backed up to stand in the corner by the door. He was having a hard time not ogling the bounteous amount of flesh that was on display before him. Had he been put in here because she wanted him to fuck one of these women? Was it a trick? What the hell was going on. <br><br>"Come on, she wouldn't send you in here if she didn't want you to play. Do you think she's going to open that door without you doing what she wants? I promise I'll be gentle." The daughter of the King of Orhurst promised as she slid closer to him again, one hand riding up to grip his bicep, tugging him along. <br><br>"I...I guess." He stammered. If she wanted to stop this, she knew what was happening after all...or he assumed so. Was letting a skilled courtesan pleasure him any worse than being tied down to a bed with vines and raped? Or turned into a woman? Hell, if he was only going to be a man for a little longer, he may as enjoy what time he had left. <br><br>"Lay down, and watch closely. When she is done with you, you will have to do for her, what I am doing for you." The blonde whispered as she pushed Richard down upon the bed. He turned his head and could see the raven haired beauty and another blonde were ravaging each other's bodies. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the raven haired woman was wearing a false cock tied to her waist, and was using it to plunder the blonde's pussy, much to that woman's delight. <br><br>"Shhh, we'll train you with that later, if you're still here." Orhurst whispered with a smile as she slid Richard's skirts up his thighs until his lace panty contained manhood was revealed. "Mmmm, I love the way this looks. Let's keep it shall we?" <br><br>With that, she pulled the panties down just enough that his shaft was freed, leaving the lacy panties wrapped around his balls.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, watch closely." She breathed as she lowered her lips to his shaft. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 09:20:39</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>That little slut, how the mighty had fallen. Ferox gave a chuckle of appreciation. She always was a bold one. Had rather been like Richard when she first arrived, vowing that she would never be made a slave or a whore. Now look at her. <br><br>“Your majesty,” the advisor gave a long suffering sigh. She rolled her eyes beneath her lids, reminding herself that he was a good and patient man who had yet to betray her. His child was ill, she would cure the little critter as payment for his loyalty. To his face however she merely said, “Go away.”<br><br>As saucy minx from…where was it Hollowcliff, Warchester, Pran…one of those, laid her Richard down and told him to pay attention, as he would have to do for her what was being done to him, Ferox made up her mind that no more work would get done today. Instead she headed to her Harem.<br><br>She crept in silently, no need to alert anyone of her presence. There was an orgy as usual. It wasn’t as if she didn’t provide other amusements for them, games, tutors, performances and the like. Perhaps they simply took their roles seriously. Looking about the room she cocked a brow, noting the fine clothes they wore and bedding of equal quality. Not to mention the trays laden with food and pitchers filled with exotic wine. Yes, she provided very well for them indeed. <br><br>On occasion they entertained her or an ally, but mostly they amused themselves. Now she flicked a glance from one beauty to the next, deciding what other purpose they could have. Companions for Richard, teachers in various arts, wet nurses or gifts to the long suffering civil servants that bartered for peace. That should make them change their tune. <br><br>One of the young men approached her, a welcoming smile gracing his pretty features. Unlike some of the others he was slim, and in his long fingers carried a pipe. <br><br>“Shall I play for you mistress?” He asked eagerly. <br><br>“Not tonight deary,” she told him, ruffling his hair when his face fell. She glanced over his shoulder at some of the more well-built young men, pondering whether Richard would enjoy a sparring partner. Finally wading through the mounds of writhing flesh she took a seat by Richards head, placing her hands on her knees. <br><br>“Enjoying your day?” She asked lightly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 09:35:06</strong>
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				Richard's eyes were locked on the lips of the blonde beauty, the sunlight filtering through the windows highlighted her body under her diaphanous gown. He watched as she slowly wrapped those perfect lips around the head of his cock, and then felt the swirl of her tongue around his sensitive skin. He gasped, his hands clutching at the blankets as she started to slowly, rhythmically bob her head upon his shaft, with every downstroke taking in a little more of his shaft, her hands toying with the rest of him, one hand stroking what shaft she had not swallowed, and the other massaging his balls through his lace panties. His eyes were locked on what she was doing, equally thrilled and horrified. Thrilled, because her lips were heaven. Horrified, because she had told him she was teaching him to do this to Ferox. <br><br><em>“Enjoying your day?”</em><br><br>When Ferox's voice sounded so close to him, he whipped his head around, and then gasped as Orhurst took that moment to squeeze his balls and moan around his shaft, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. <br><br>"Well....this beats...learning embroidery." Richard managed to gasp. It was hard to be defiant when a beautiful woman had your cock between her lips, and Richard found himself extremely pliable at this moment. "What...what were you...planning on me learning...in here?" He managed to stammer, both fearing and deep inside, gleefully anticipating the many different answers she could give him. <br><br>He was surprised to see her here, surprised to see her at all. And he couldn't help but compare her to the beauties she had surrounded herself with. While each of these women was filled with soft, smooth lines and bodies made for pleasuring a man, Ferox had the body of a woman who had lived in the world, still lean, still desirable, still mouth watering, but in an exotic way. She stood out like a lioness among kittens. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 09:58:52</strong>
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				floatleft](http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)[/floatleft]<br><br><em>"What...what were you...planning on me learning...in here?"</em><br><br>“Nothing,” she replied, trying her best not grin, “This was a test.” She told him, plucking a grape from a nearby plate and popping it in her mouth. Reaching out for another she stopped by another courtesan, the same one that had asked to play his pipes, and did it for her. Another girl approached and glared, being sweet but spineless he took up the lesser position of holding the platter at her feet, while the new girl, a bronze skinned siren began to peel them. <br><br>“Which you failed,” she told him, once she swallowed. In truth she was not displeased. She thought she would be a first, but watching his massive length disappearing between stretched lips brought nothing but a surge of heat. <br><br>“You can do better than that,” she told the blonde, reaching a hand over to twist in her hair. She tugged harshly, causing the princess to gasp before guiding her further onto Richards cock. <br><br>“Think you’ll be able to take mine?” She asked with a wink. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 10:09:22</strong>
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				<em>"Nothing, This was a test. Which you failed” </em><br><br>"But...but...there was no way out...and...the lessons...ohhhh" He stammered, suddenly fearful of what she may have planned, but his defense was cut off by Ferox suddenly forcing the blonde princess deeper onto his mammoth cock. When his vision cleared again, he looked up into her eyes to hear her taunt. <br><br><em>“Think you’ll be able to take mine?”</em><br><br>The image of her immense girth in that in between form flashed back before his eyes, and he was disturbed that he felt both fear and desire, at the same time. Maybe it was the surroundings, maybe it was the heavy doses of estrogen, he couldn't figure it out, but he was suddenly finding that a part of him was looking forward to using the blonde's lessons. <br><br>"I...I don't....ooooooh....well maybe...I mean no!" He stuttered and stammered as Ferox kept forcing the princess deeper, and deeper until she swallowed his entire length. His back arched as he felt her throat constricting around his shaft, his eyes wide with fear and arousal as he saw the way she looked stretched out over his cock...and imagined himself in a similar position. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 22:21:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>As Richard was losing himself in the silken heat of the Princess’s throat, watched as her throat distended over his mammoth girth. She looked up at her pleadingly, the tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes. Ferox’s grin gleamed with a predatory light as she shook her head. <br><br>“Richard,” she purred, “You might want to cum before she suffocates.” <br><br>She tried to pull back but Ferox tightened her fingers on the back of her neck. She shoved her just a touch further down. While she was usually kind to her servants, sometimes they needed to be reminded who was in charge and this bitch needed a reminder of her place. <br><br>Ferox raised her head to look around to find that all eyes were on. Some in perverse pleasure, some in passive acceptance and some in fear. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 22:35:09</strong>
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				Richard was squirming in pleasure beneath Orhurst, his mind conflicted as he tried to figure out how Ferox wanted him to react. At first she had told him he had failed a test, but now she was forcing the blonde woman's face deeper and harder upon his shaft, smiling with feral delight as she watched the two of them. He didn't know if he should try to stop it, if he should let it go, he was lost in a daze of fear and lust. <br><br>“Richard, you might want to cum before she suffocates.”<br><br>As he heard Ferox purr her orders to him, he could see that his girth in the other concubine's throat was causing her distress, could see the tears forced out from her eyes. He knew he couldn't pull out, he was pinned to the bed by two women! So instead, he tried to hurry himself along. Shifting himself slightly beneath them, he got his feet under him enough to let him thrust up into the concubine's mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, trying to just focus on the pleasure of her tight, hot throat constricting and pulsing around his shaft. The concubine helped him along, her hands going to his balls, rubbing the lacy fabric of his panties against his skin, massaging his seed out of him. <br><br>"Oh....mmmmm.....oh!" He couldn't help from groaning lightly, his hips bucking, hands gripping the sheets as though he needed something to hold himself down. His face broke in an expression of pure pleasure, as he felt his seed bursting up his throbbing length, firing out of him as his back locked in an arch as he tried to bury himself into the mouth of the woman above him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 23:08:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>Once Richard was as taut as bow string she released the girl once referred to as your highness. She coughed up his copious amounts of cum and hurriedly wiped her eyes. With a nod she attempted to leave. <br>F<br>erox had other ideas and snapped her fingers at her retreating form, pointing sharply at the bed before her. The blonde dropped like a stone. <br><br>While Richard was gasping and heaving in air, she laid down next to him, relaxed as a kitten. <br><br>“See what I have to work with?” She asked him in a huff. <br><br>The boy that had been crouched at her feet hurriedly rushed off to gather up a towels and a bowl of water. The bronze siren had made her escape, not wishing to be the next creature impaled that evening. The red headed farmer’s daughter and her ebony counterpart however had encroached and now stood hovering just out of reach. <br>She snapped her fingers again and the other blonde and raven colored creature momentarily paused in their fucking to bring pillows and arrange them comfortably about the pair. The Princess of Orhurst still sat panting at the end of the couch, wiping her eyes. <br><br>The pipe player returned, a bowl of warm water and fluffy towels in hand. <br><br>“May I?” He asked Richard. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 23:18:46</strong>
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				<em>“See what I have to work with?”</em><br><br>"Ya...barely see...how you tolerate it." He found himself saying sarcastically, his orgasm having relaxed him a bit too much perhaps. He watched as many of the others in the room made themselves scarce while others seemed eager to intrude. He lay there with Ferox lounging beside him, a queen in her palace, ruler of all she surveyed with no doubt or hesitation. <br><br><em>“May I?”</em><br><br>Richard turned to see the man with towels and water, obviously seeking to clean him. Richard was not keen on a man touching his body, and decided to see if he could avoid that, or if Ferox was going to force the issue. <br><br>"I can do it myself." He said, lifting himself on his elbows and starting to lift a hand out for the towels. He blushed as he took in his state of dress, embarrassed by his appearance. The skirt of his dress hiked up over his waist, his deflating cock swaying in the air, covered with Orhurst's spit and his cum, his balls wet now as the girly panties he had put on were now damp with some of the cum the concubine had been unable to contain in her mouth. The entire area around his cock was spattered with his speed and her spit, and he was laying here on display for a roomful of strangers. He blushed furiously as he waited to see if Ferox would let him avoid this next indignity, or insist on it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>17-04-2015, 00:12:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>Ferox followed Richard and propped herself up on her elbows.&nbsp; She grinned madly as he attempted to maintain his dignity. <br><br>“Why Richard, I’m surprised.” She said, looking over the youth. He was still a lad by all accounts, beautiful in his wide eyed youthfulness, and while he didn’t have Richards imposing physique he was pleasing in his own fawnish way. <br><br>“I thought he would be just your type,” she shrugged her shoulders, “You were in the army afterall.”<br>She laid her hand on his shoulder and nipped at the corded muscle there. <br><br>“Let him, he’s so eager to please,” she looked about at the hovering faces and made notes of who was not in attendance. With a snap of her fingers with ushered over another man, brawnier than the boy and well sculpted from head to toe. He had the markings of a slave of Veulmara, including the flame like tattoos that encircled his arms and brow. <br><br>"Unlike this one," She told him with a sigh, "Still should you require a sparing partner?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>17-04-2015, 00:28:35</strong>
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				<em>“Why Richard, I’m surprised. I thought he would be just your type, you were in the army afterall. Let him, he’s so eager to please,”</em><br><br>He couldn't resist as she laid her hand upon his shoulder, leaning down and nipping at his flesh. He shivered from the pleasure of her touch. He was starting to see the unavoidable effect of her plan. She was touching him constantly in small ways, acclimating him to her touch. He was already reaching a point where he couldn't maintain an angry facade at the feel of her fingers upon his flesh. He wasn't sure any more if it was his true feelings coming out, or an effect of what she was doing to him. <br><br>He dropped his arms back to his sides with defeat, laying his head back as well. He refused to watch as another man, even a pretty boy, touched his flesh. <br><br>"You're mistaking the army for the navy. I don't do men." Richard replied with an irritated growl. The male concubine started to wash him, the soft towels rubbing against his thighs, the heat relaxing and undeniably pleasant as his seed was cleaned from his body. The boy washed up to his belly, moving in smooth, easy motions. When he started to clean Richard's cock, he didn't know if the boy had taken offense to his words, or if he thought he was being kind, but Richard took a sudden hard breath as the man fondled his shaft gently, stroking up and down his length with the moist rag. Richard shuddered and blushed harder as his cock stopped softening under the boys ministrations. <br><br><em>"Unlike this one, still should you require a sparing partner?"</em><br><br>"Did you plan...ah... to make me a warrior woman then?" Richard asked, trying to distract himself from the shame of another man touching him in a way that was undeniably erotic considering the present circumstances. Before she could answer though he felt the boy tugging on his lacy panties. <br><br>"Mistess, his panties are quite wet from her service. Shall I remove them, or clean around them?" The boy asked Ferox. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 05:44:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>Ferox laughed at his denial and cleaved herself once more to his side. She could get use to this. Enjoying her harem with Richard. The bronze siren was back, this time holding a tray of wine. Ferox sneered at her, she wasn’t fooling anyone. <br><br>“You want to know where I found him?” She asked rhetorically. It didn’t matter whether Richard wanted to know or not, but she found herself wanting him to feel protective of this group. She had plans for them after all. “He was camp follower, well a slave really. Picked up by a group of mercenaries.” She looked at the boy fondly, his curly mop of hair comically falling over his eyes as he went about the business of cleansing Richard of his seed. “Oh the things they use to do to him. Poor thing was spit roasted most night, other times he was playing their flutes.” She took the wine from the girl…where did she pick her up? Didn’t matter, her flute player was the point of her story. <br><br>“These mercenaries were hired by a local warlord to clear the forest folk from his hunting ground. They killed them to a child and in their dying screams they called for me.” She took a long sip of her wine and offered the chalice to Richard. <br>“Course if they had called earlier…” With a shrug she let the what ifs rest, “So in turn I slew them to a man, with the exception of this pretty creature here. He’s been so grateful ever since.” Her eyes turned hard as she looked at the blonde. “Unlike that one.” <br><br>The Princess of Orhurst stiffened at her mention, still wiping the tears from her eyes and shifting uncomfortably under the knights drying semen.&nbsp; <br><br>“I would’t feel too much pity for her. She wants your place after all.” With that Ferox shoved her off the bed of cushions with ball of her foot. <br><br><em>"Did you plan...ah... to make me a warrior woman then?”</em><br><br>Her mood was still sour thinking about the blonde and her tone took on a much more serious nature. <br><br>“Richard,” she began softly, “You may not have noticed but I have many enemies.” It was true, there were many who wanted to be rid of the deathless, and many who wished her to live forever. Yet 50-50 were not good enough odds when it came to the few people that the witched cared for. <br><br>“I do not wish to make you an Amazon, however you will be the last line of defense for our children.” With that she rose, leaving him the tender mercies of her flute player and took the hand of the slave rom Velmura. <br><br>“Let me see what you can do,” she told him and lead to him back to the group of strapping men. <br><br>The redhead farmers daughter was back. She had watched with great interest as Richard was bathed. She wet her lips, fearful of the answer. Was it the same man? He was too young, but yet she has called him Richard and there was a certain resemblance. <br><br>“Richard?” She asked, her tone now devoid of seduction, “Richard do you remember me?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 06:22:54</strong>
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				As Ferox left, Richard at first raised a hand, not wanting to be left alone in this room. He didn't know what to make of her revelation. He would be a protector of their children as well? That boded well, that at least he wouldn't become just another whore to be thrown in this room. But it was painfully clear, she wasn't letting him go. He was wrapped up in his thoughts, when there was a tug at his hips, and he saw the young man was pulling off his panties. Well, at least it would get the lacy things off of him, so he helped by lifting his hips. He thought perhaps he would be left alone now, but no. The lad returned, and the next thing he knew his balls were being massaged and hefted as he cleaned Richard of every trace of his seed. His cock was held upright by the other hand, causing Richard to squirm in uncomfortable pleasure. <br><br><em>“Richard? Richard do you remember me?”</em><br><br>Richard turned and looked away from the boy, hoping he would finish soon. He eyed the redhead closer, noting that she had clearly seemed to recognize him. <br><br>"Bethanny?" He asked, recognition dawning. She had been just a little thing when he had last seen her so many years ago, Ferox had claimed she was a fosterling she had taken in. But after he had stabbed Ferox, the girl had disappeared along with Ferox. He was about to say more, when there was a sudden wet heat around his cock. <br><br>"Oh shiiiiit." He groaned in pleasure, his hands fisting in the blankets as he turned his head to see what was happening to his cock. His eyes widened as he saw it was the young man, with his lips wrapped around him. <br><br>"No..you don't have to....you can go...thank you....fuck." He stammered trying to discourage the man from pleasuring him without offending either him or Ferox. Ferox had been clear, let him do what he wanted. So he knew if he threw the young man off of him, he would be in for pain. But, this wasn't what he wanted, he was a man! He watched as the young man ignored him, and started to bob up and down on his immense erection. <br><br>He let his head drop, unable to contain a moan of pleasure from the attentions his cock was getting, he turned his head and saw Bethanny still looking at him. He blushed beat red. Shame washing through him that she was watching him receive a blowjob from a man. <br><br>"Yes, it's me.....hsss....She, felt I looked too old.....after she captured me. One of many...ahhhhh....changes she has....planned." He managed to say, struggling to focus past what the man between his legs was doing. He asked her, "How..how did you end up...fuuuck...did you end up her concubine?" <br><br>Before she could answer, he felt his hips bucking as the man managed to deepthroat him, Richard's eyes rolling back in his head from the sensation. He cast his head about, and caught sight of Ferox across the room. <br><br>"Ferox...I'm not...well I don't.....can he stop?!" He pleaded, shame radiating through him at the amount of pleasure he was receiving from this boyish man's attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 07:10:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br><em>"Ferox...I'm not...well I don't.....can he stop?!"</em><br><br>Her gladiators were showing off their rippling muscles, and performing various acts of strength. She hadn’t wavered from her fist choice however. He was silent and strong, and would give Richard a run for his money. Ferox wondered, as he gripped her upper arms and pulled her back against the rock outline of his form, if he would try to fuck Richard once his form became increasingly feminine. She shrugged, if he did, eunuchs were never out of fashion. <br><br>She laughed at Richards’s plea. <br><br>“You’re his mistress! Make him stop if that’s what you want.” She returned her attention to the group before her. “Now show me that again.”<br><br>Bethanny would have thrown herself into his embrace if she could have. At the present moment she rather worried it would be taken the wrong way. <br>R<br>ichard had been one of the highlights of her childhood. His visits one of the rare rays of warmth. Ferox wasn’t unkind but she wasn’t loving either. <br><br><em>"Yes, it's me.....hsss....She, felt I looked too old.....after she captured me. One of many...ahhhhh....changes she has....planned."</em><br><br>She frowned deeply. Richard had been her first little girl crush. Now looking at him as a youth, she wasn’t sure what to make of it. Only felt another stab of anger directed at the witch to whom she had been gifted. Ferox played with people as if they were chess pieces, how she thought she had the right to was beyond Bethanny. She was just a simple farmers daughter, as the witch liked to remind her. <br><br><em>"How..how did you end up...fuuuck...did you end up her concubine?"</em><br><br>Bethanny’s face turned to one of stone, she lifted a shoulder as if what she had to say was of no consequence. <br><br>“I had no talent at magic, so here I am.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 07:27:13</strong>
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				<em>“You’re his mistress! Make him stop if that’s what you want.” </em><br><br>Richard was struggling not to writhe under the intense suction the pretty boy was generating. His bobs up and down sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. By the time Ferox sent him permission to make the boy stop...it was too late. <br><br>"Fuckkkkkkkkk." He groaned against gritted teeth, as his hips jerked up to slide his cock further down the young man's throat, jettisoning his seed into his girly mouth. When he collapsed from his orgasm, and the boy lifted his head, and delicately dabbed at his cock with his towel, Richard shuddered, blushing red and suffused with shame. <br><br>"Get...get away from me now. Please." He managed to say, sighing with relief when the boy left. He pushed his skirts down to hide his cock, hoping no one else would assault him. He looked over at Bethanny, and the red of his face deepened, if that was possible. <br><br>He patted the bed of cushions near him, offering her a chance to be seated to talk to him. <br><br><em>“I had no talent at magic, so here I am.”</em><br><br>Her answer snapped his eyes up to her, and he looked angry, and sad. <br><br>"I'm sorry Bethanny. When I was younger...and tried to kill her, I looked for you. I truly did. But she must have hidden you away before I could find you." He told her, remembering the bright, giggly little girl who would blush when he told her how pretty she was. He had always brought a sweet or a doll with him when he visited Ferox, always something to gift to Bethanny so she felt like he was visiting her too. He looked around the room now, and sorrow crept inside of him. <br><br>"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I'd tell you I would help you now...but as you just saw, I can't even keep her from making me let a girly boy ravish me. I keep trying to fight her, but it's starting to sink in how useless it is. She has decided I should be a woman. So soon, I will be." He said softly enough that only she could hear him. He wasn't used to feeling helpless. It wasn't a sensation he was fond of. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>25-04-2015, 05:08:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>Bethanny’s eyebrows shot to her skull. <br><br>“When you tried to kill her?” She asked, before laughing bitterly. “After you split her with your sword, she dusted herself off and made me wash up the blood.”<br><br>She curled up on the day bed next to him, bringing her knees to her chin. The childish pose was at odds with her current state; skin glistening with oil, eyes lined with kohl, her form naked except for long strands of dripping pearls. As Richard let loose his stream of self-pity her green eyes narrowed and small coral mouth pressed into a line. <br><br>“Do stop feeling sorry for yourself. If anyone has any power against her, it’s you.” She said flatly, “You heard,” she continued, gesturing angrily toward Ferox, “You’re his mistress, what do you think that means?” <br><br>Ferox’s attention had turned in the past few moments, from playful banter with the various muscle bound creatures that added must needed testosterone to her Harem, back to the scheming bitches who in made up of the bulk. <br><br>Her fosterling. She arched a brow and watched the exchange between them. Perhaps it was a bad idea to tarry here. Never know what that girl might do or say. Yet, she watched as the Farmers daughter put Richard at ease and she frowned. <br>The others made a path for her, all eyes awaiting their mistress’s next need or whim, except for Bethanny who was in process of scolding the former knight of the realm. <br><br>“Richard,” she said softly, “We should go to bed. It’s been a long day.” <br><br>Bethanny clamed shut at the sight of her and lowered her eyes. <br><br>“I’ve arranged for your third door to enter into a gym, you won’t have time for here anymore.” She took a deep breath and with great reluctance uttered her next degree, “You may take two of them with you however, after all a Queen needs ladies in waiting.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>25-04-2015, 05:27:07</strong>
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				Bethanny's harsh words snapped him out of his morose thoughts, and actually had him thinking. <br><br>"I think it means she still plans to make me a woman." He muttered as he thought over the words of Bethanny. His mouth twisted, as he realized it did imply a measure of control and power. But in order to have that power, he had to resign himself to becoming Ferox's bitch. The shame of the act she had just encouraged him to perform still lingered with a sour taste i his mouth, as he found himself wondering if after the change he would find pretty boys like the one who had just fellated him to be more attractive than woman like Bethanny, who he was embarrassed to admit was extremely attractive to him. <br><br><em>“You may take two of them with you however, after all a Queen needs ladies in waiting.” </em><br><br>As she told him it was time for bed, he blushed a bit. When she told him that a queen needs ladies in waiting, he was on the verge of snapping to her that he was no queen, but he thought better of it. Fighting openly did nothing. Perhaps he could surround himself with people he could trust? <br><br>"Of course. This room is for you, not me." He said calmly with as reassuring a smile as he could give, trying to portray an air of nonchalance, when in truth he was relieved at the thought of not having to be in this room again. "If it would be alright, I would like for Bethanny to be one of my...ladies in waiting. A familiar face would be a comfort, and I would like to see the woman she has grown into from the child I used to visit." <br><br>He didn't want Ferox to get jealous, or to think he was lusting after Bethanny. What he said was completely true, he would draw a great deal of comfort from Bethanny's presence. Especially since she seemed to be the only one but him who resented their condition. He looked around the room, a bit unsure of if he should pick another or be content with one. He flashed his eyes to Bethanny, wondering if she would hint at someone she preferred. If not, he would select the dark skinned woman whose company Bethanny had been enjoying when he entered, on the assumption that those two must get along. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 19:53:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br><em>"Of course. This room is for you, not me."</em><br><br>Ferox narrowed her eyes at that, suspicious of his change of attitude. Pressing her lips together, she wondered whether she was moving too quickly and breaking his spirit. Those of strong will tended to be brittle when it came to reshaping. <br><br>When he selected Bethanny, her brow rose in displeasure, but she would not argue. <br><br>“Bit of a dumb slut,” she said with a shrug “But as you please.”<br><br>Bethanny kept her eyes on her feet as the conversation for her fate was discussed, only flinching slightly when she was slurred against. She kept her opinion to herself as to her companion. All the creatures here had pros and cons, some were court raised but treacherous, others were loyal but coarse, it did not matter who he chose for Ferox’s court would be like no other. Her eyes did flick to the Princess and noticed that she was now balancing on the balls of her feet, her face still streaked with makeup and puffy from the strain of Richards cock, hoping that she would be chosen. The woman was a viper but at least she was royalty. Her friend was loitering, keeping an eye out for her she realized with a smile. It wouldn’t be so bad to have her as a companion, and yet she wished to keep her out of Ferox’s sight. Bethanny took a deep sigh and waited, it was Richards’s choice in the end. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 21:23:59</strong>
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				<em>“Bit of a dumb slut, but as you please.”</em><br><br>His mouth creased with a scowl, not enjoying her casual insult to the only person to thus far treat him as a person, and not Ferox's plaything. He quickly calmed his face, and decided on his second. He saw Bethanny flick a glance at the princess who Ferox had abused with Richard's cock, saw the brief smile cross her face. He couldn't be sure, but he decided that perhaps that choice would make sense, and he hoped Bethanny would be able to take comfort in the presence of someone he hoped was her friend. <br><br>"I will also take the Princess of Orhurst. She knows court protocol, so she can educate me in what a....what a wom...what your consort should know, so I don't shame you. " He said, stumbling and blushing as he described why she was his choice. "It seems, unless the choice displeases you, that one common, and one noble lady in waiting will help me learn...every facet of being...what you're making me." <br><br>His face was tight, as he shifted in his ridiculous dress, embarrassed to be talking so freely about her plans to transform him in front of all these people. He knew they probably already were aware of their future 'mistress', but he felt a hot rush of shame that he was standing here being emasculated in front of so many, standing in a dress, picking ladies in waiting for his days as her queen. He was trying not to start fights with her, was trying to lull her into complacency, but he couldn't help the fire of anger, and shame that were on a steady simmer in his belly, that occasionally peaked through his eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 21:56:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div> <br><em>"I will also take the Princess of Orhurst. She knows court protocol, so she can educate me in what a....what a wom...what your consort should know, so I don't shame you. " He said, stumbling and blushing as he described why she was his choice. "It seems, unless the choice displeases you, that one common, and one noble lady in waiting will help me learn...every facet of being...what you're making me."</em><br><br>Ferox’s eyes flicked to the fallen royal and she sighed deeply through her nose. For her part the Princess had the expression of the dog that was about to receive a bone. <br><br>“Very well,” she grimaced, motioning for her pipe player to return. He ran to her side, and she in turn twined her fingers in his hair, “Get her cleaned up will you.” He nodded quickly and took the blonde by the elbow. <br><br>“That’s a good lad,” she murmured. Once they had retreated she turned to stare hard at Richard. <br><br>“That woman is a duplicitous bitch,” she stated flatly, “Learn all you can from her, but keep a close eye.”<br><br>She then pointed a long saber like finger at Bethanny, “And you, keep your legs shut.” <br><br>Still frowning she twitched her nose and the three of them found themselves back in the main room of the tree. Annalee whining at their sudden appearance, her tail thumping at the thought of supper. <br><br>“You two,” she snapped, “Make yourselves useful and get him ready for bed.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 22:28:47</strong>
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				"I don't have to trust the woman to learn from her. It's harder to stab someone in the back when they are kept in front of you." He said, trying to soothe Ferox's anger. He had seen her when her temper went off, and this night already promised to be trying enough as it was. He flushed when Ferox told Bethanny to keep her legs shut, both embarrassed and aroused by the thought of Bethanny desiring him.&nbsp; <br><br>When the three were teleported back to the main bedroom, he was surprised by Ferox's order. Up until now he had slept either naked after she ravished him, or in the dress she had put him into. Now he was to be prepped for bed? <br><br>"Mistress?" Princess Orhurst said softly with the smallest of smirk, making Richard blush furiously as he followed the motion of her hand, and saw a vanity had been arranged, with creams and makeups, brush and a mirror. Fortunately his hair was still short, so he didn't have to worry about that. But he also saw a dresser had replaced the one he had shattered. Bethanny was already selecting his night clothes, while Orhurst helped him strip naked. A pair of black panties were slid up his legs by Bethanny. Richard blushed beat red as his manhood swayed half erect, aroused by the feel of two women dressing him, and the nearness of Bethanny to his manhood. A black and white lace nightie were slipped down over him by Princess Orhurst, before they pushed him into the chair in front of the vanity to prepare him for bed. <br><br>"You don't have to look like you enjoy seeing me feminized." He growled to the princess as he saw the spark of amusement in her eye as she picked up a jar of cream. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 02:10:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br><em>"You don't have to look like you enjoy seeing me feminized."<br></em><br>Ferox laughed as she poured herself a generous glass of wine, before sprawling in a chair before the fire. Her naked and stained feet comfortably roasting, she took a long sip from her horn glass. <br><br>“She always has that expression. Comes from years of mocking others pain.” <br><br>Bethanny winced, before returning her face to its banal mask. She rubbed rose oil into her hands, warming it. His hair was short for now, but the oil should stimulate growth as it was massaged into his scalp. The princess went about rubbing lavender lotion into his arms, but her fingers were still clumsy. For she was attempting to remember what her servants use to do for her. <br><br>“You must admit,” she whispered up at him, “You make a rather amusing woman Mistress.” <br><br>“Let me know if anything hurts,” Bethanny continued, her strong oil slicked fingers now plucking at the still strong cords of his next. <br><br>Ferox watched the tableau before her with a passing interest. She supposed she would have to find a place for the pair of them to sleep. Perhaps she would just give them mats at the end of the bed or should she give them their own rooms? Did she trust them enough to have their own rooms?<br><br>“Where did the ladies sleep in your court Richard?” She asked, rubbing one hand over an eye. The wine was having its desired effect. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 02:40:44</strong>
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				<em>“You must admit, you make a rather amusing woman Mistress.”</em><br><br>"That's because I'm a man." He grumbled, blushing as he looked in the mirror and watched the women rubbing floral oils and lotions onto his body. He nodded to Bethanny when she told him to tell her if he was in pain, and then gave an appreciative moan as she massaged his neck. He felt so strange, his hair oiled and his scalp massaged, it felt good. The sensation of Orhurst rubbing lotion into his arms was pleasant, the presence of these women soothing, even if he knew one of them was taking a certain measure of delight in his condition. He blushed as he felt himself starting to stir, the feel of two women rubbing their hands along his body having an effect. <br><br><em>“Where did the ladies sleep in your court Richard?” </em><br><br>He thought of the question for a time, before finally answering. <br><br>"If you are speaking of the queen's ladies in waiting, well it depended. Some were wed, and were allowed chambers with their husbands. The rest had a room set aside where they would all sleep together, in their own beds of course. Every night one lady was chosen to sleep in the royal bedchamber. No one knows for certain where the lady would sleep, it was a bit of a scandal actually. Some whispered that the ladies shared the bed with the king and queen, others that there was a cot beneath the royal bed that was pulled out. The official story was the queen didn't like having to wait for a servant to come tend to her in the morning. But...well I think the king just enjoyed seeing another woman in her night clothes. I had spoken with him about it several times and...well we never managed to see eye to eye." His voice was slightly sour by the end, but he forced himself to get past that. He didn't want to spend another night moping. "At least now I am with a...mistress?...queen?...who has never lied to me." <br><br>He glanced at Ferox and gave her a smile, trying to show that his words were meant as a compliment, that he was truly grateful that he could know that what he was told was truth. He may still despise her plans for him, and may be straining to find a new way to fight it, but he could not deny that it was refreshing to know that she always told him truth. <br><br>"Ferox, would I be able to have a glass of that as well? I promise I won't...get upset...like last night. I think I just wasn't ready for the changes the tea was making." He asked, hoping to both keep the evening calm, and pleasant, and also needing a drink. His day had been unusual, and at present he wouldn't mind drinking away his memory of the time he had spent with a man's mouth upon him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 04:05:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>She grunted as he mentioned the viewing habits of his former lord. It didn’t surprise her, though it was surprising that he slept with his queen every night. Information for a rainy day as it were. <br><br><em>"At least now I am with a...mistress?...queen?...who has never lied to me."</em><br><br>She raised a brow. That was a good question, what was she exactly?&nbsp; <br><br>“Just because I occasionally have a cock doesn’t make me your husband,” she wiped a hand over her face, he had touched upon a heavier issue. “And I’m no Queen.” She looked towards the window and laid a hand on Annalees head. “Even though everyone insists on calling me your majesty.” <br><br><em>"Ferox, would I be able to have a glass of that as well? I promise I won't...get upset...like last night. I think I just wasn't ready for the changes the tea was making."</em><br><br>She exhaled slowly, the weight of the day become almost too much. She figured for him as well. <br><br>“Aye,” she nodded, calling the Princess over. The blonde swayed her hips as she approached and struck a provocative pose before her mistress. <br><br>Ferox lazily stroked a hand over her hip as the she poured, first refilling the witches glass and then a half glass for Richard. <br><br>“What do you say darling,” she asked with a tipsy smile, “Do you wish to have servant attend you in the night?” <br><br>The Princess smiled, feeling no rush to get Richard his wine. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 04:34:06</strong>
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				<em>“Just because I occasionally have a cock doesn’t make me your husband, and I’m no Queen. Even though everyone insists on calling me your majesty.”</em><br><br>"So...I should call you my mistress? Or my Lady?" He asked, genuinely trying to decipher what she would consider herself. She had said he would become her queen, so what would she think of herself as? <br><br>Richard couldn't help his eyes from watching as Orhurst swayed over to Ferox, the woman oozing sensuality as she stood provocatively before the mistress of the house. He watched as Ferox stroked the woman's hip, the sight of two women touching in an intimate manner was...provocative. He shifted in his seat, embarrassed as his cock struggled to grow inside it's satin black prison. The smooth texture of it rubbing against him made his squirming hurt his efforts, not help it. He was almost glad to have Ferox asking him another question, to distract him. Though he wished the princess would come back with his wine. <br><br><em>“What do you say darling, Do you wish to have servant attend you in the night?” </em><br><br>He couldn't stop himself from smiling a bit at the slightly tipsy look to Ferox. He was silent for a bit, thinking about her question. He was torn. On the one hand, having someone aside from Ferox for company at night might be good, and if he was to continue to be forced into these ridiculous dresses, perhaps it would help to have someone on hand to help him when he first rose. On the other hand...it meant a possible audience for when Ferox decided to ravish him. Someone who would see everything that was done to him. He was already dreading when he would wind up on the bottom, or when she would next grow her manhood and see if he had learned his lessons in her harem. The thought of Bethanny watching that... Well he found he was both blushing with shame and growing painfully erect inside his panties. He gave a small cough, covering his mouth as he finally answered. <br><br>"If you don't mind the thought of someone else sleeping in this room, it might help me to get ready and dressed for you faster in the morning. And, as I find myself less...of a man and more...woman. Well...it may help to have someone...to help me learn what I should do at night." He said, his eyes on the floor, embarrassed by the situation. His eyes flicked up to the princess, irritation flooding through him as she lingered. "While I am certain the touch of our....mistress...."He stumbled a bit over calling her his mistress, but he picked up speed quickly. "is quite pleasantly distracting...I believe you were supposed to bring that wine back to me?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 05:40:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>“Ferox,” she muttered, her good mood curdled, “Just call me Ferox.”<br><br>It didn’t last long however, when Richard scolded her former majesty and said princess curled her nose as though an unpleasant smell lingered in the air, she couldn’t help but smirk. She smacked the blonde’s haunches as one would a tavern wench and motioned towards him. <br><br>“You heard, your mistress is calling you,” she laughed, before sinking deeper before the fire, cup idly resting in her hands. <br><br>Concealing her humph of displeasure with a sickly sweet smile the Princess returned to Richards side and handed him the half glass of wine. <br><br>“I’m fairly certain her father sent her to me as a spy,” Ferox continued, “There’s been a few times I’ve thought about sending that pretty head of hers back to him in a box.” <br><br>The smile faltered slightly, but ever the politician the fair haired beauty resumed her position kneeling at Richards’s side, working her long fingers rudely into his arm. <br><br>Bethanny watched the exchange with concern. She knew better than anyone how the witches moods could fluctuate. She continued to work down from his neck to his shoulders and took the opportunity to whisper in his ear. <br><br>“She’s falling fast, do something to cheer her or we all might end up with our heads in boxes.” <br><br>She glanced at his erect cock and sighed, the poor fellow now that he was once more a youth he had the libido of one as well. <br><br>“But as you wish,” Ferox continued, “Chose one to sleep in here, have them both. They can be the dogs at the end of the bed.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 06:11:17</strong>
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				Richard watched her mood curdle so quickly, surprised at how she was upset over him trying to find the proper honorific to call her. He did smirk a bit when he saw her slap the princess on the ass to urge her to come to him with the wine. He accepted the wine, and grimaced as worked her fingers against his skin in a manner that was the opposite of soothing. He glowered at her hard enough to convince her to stop, especially when combined with Ferox's announcement that she considered beheading her. <br><br><em>“She’s falling fast, do something to cheer her or we all might end up with our heads in boxes.” </em><br><br>Richard heard what Bethanny said, and then heard her sigh. He glanced back at her, and saw where her gaze had gone. He blushed, ashamed that he couldn't control his arousal. He was surrounded by three beautiful women, two of whom had been laying their hands on him and dressing and undressing him. It was natural to be aroused at that damnit! <br><br><em>“But as you wish,” Ferox continued, “Chose one to sleep in here, have them both. They can be the dogs at the end of the bed.”</em><br><br>Richard stood up, downing his wine in a single long draw, and after handing the goblet back to the princess, went and knelt next to Ferox. The nightie did little to hide his condition, and he was blushing profusely as he crossed the room, but he didn't want Ferox to go into a drunken rage and punish these girls because he was unwilling to bend his neck and appease her. He wasn't escaping tonight. That was clear. So he may as well do what he could, to make his ladies in waiting safe, and make Ferox happy. Maybe if she was happier, he could glean more information from her. <br><br>"I'm sorry Ferox. I don't mean to ask silly things or upset you. But I'm not used to thinking of myself as a...mistress...but when I do something, I do it with all that I am. So if I am going to be your bride when you are done molding me, and the mistress of your house...I just want to know the proper way to address you. We don't have to have a lady in waiting sleep here. Maybe it would be better if we kept our privacy in the night. I just wanted to...well show you that I was trying." He spoke haltingly, but he was looking her in the eye if she turned to look at him. He was blushing because of how ridiculous he knew he looked in this nightie and girlish undergarments, but his eyes were steady, and he was clearly speaking what he saw as truth. "You spent today, trying to make my transition easier, to teach me what I will need to know. Is there something I can do, to make you feel better?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 20:11:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141125143338/worlds-divided/images/f/f2/Diablo-3-female-witch-doctor.jpg)</div><br>Was she such a sore winner? Ferox drowned the thought in long pull of wine, hiding her face behind the rim of the horn but not her eyes. Her eyes that stared through him. <br><br>Isn’t this what she wanted? Richard at her feet, submitting to her every whim, happy in his new role?<br><br>The sight of him in his half state, just the beginnings of femininity with the masculine bulging at the seams in turn aroused and repulsed her. She tossed away the horn and sank back into the chair, her mood that tumultuous wave that comes from alcohol and heady emotions.&nbsp; <br><br>When he asked if there was anything he could do she thought about spreading on an unseemly smile and telling him to pleasure her with his tongue. Make the two girls watch as she lowered to him into further degradation. What would it prove? She had what she wanted. <br>Instead she sighed and her demon withering glare drooped at the corner from effort and she collapsed in on herself. <br><br>f“I don’t know how to do this Richard. I never wanted to do this. You save a few villages from unjust Kings, take their lands for safe keeping and all of a sudden people are calling you your majesty and trying to pay homage to you. Then there are more villages and more kings…” She paused, hurriedly wiping the corner of her eye, “I’m just a forest witch. I don’t know what to do. They want me to host a ball. This Samhain, to prove to the local nobles that I mean them no harm. I don’t have a court, I’ve played host to anyone…what if they decide to attack, what if I offend someone and I have another war to contend with…”<br>She trailed off and rubbed her hand over her eyes. <br><br>“I don’t know what to do,” she looked him squarely in the eyes and brushed a hand over the still strong outline of his jaw, “That’s why I need you.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>08-05-2015, 01:56:08</strong>
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				Richard listened to all she said, watching her face, trying to get a read on her. He could see the wine was making her emotional, was making her self control rest on a hairs breadth. What she said surprised him, as she spoke of fears, spoke of saving villages. He had never thought of her like that, he had always seen her actions as a grab for power, a yearning to control. But perhaps he had misunderstood her. Then again, she was in the process of forcibly making him a woman, so she clearly wasn't an angel in human form, there was some selfishness, some gleeful indulgence in doing what pleased her with her powers. There was how Bethanny was treated....but then there was the story of that pretty boy...the one he found himself dreading seeing again. How could you look a man in the eye when you knew that man had held your cock in his mouth? But that wasn't important, what was important was that she had clearly saved some people from harm, from dark endings. Yet she was enforcing her own endings, ones she did not see as dark, but which were in many cases unwelcome, on others. <br><br>Richard firmed his jaw as a thought came to him, that perhaps this was his fate. Perhaps he could temper the dark side of this witch, by becoming her queen. Was he going to let pride and his desire to remain a man stand in the way of potentially helping others? He had devoted his life to the protection and service of others. This was a chance to prove his devotion, and perhaps save a soul. <br><br>He lifted his hand, and cupped it over the hand which brushed against his face, and stared into her eyes to let her see the honesty in his proposal. <br><br>"What if I gave myself to you? Stopped fighting, stopped trying to prevent you from...feminizing...me? If I swore to be yours, to stay with you and become what you wish me to be, would you do something for me?" He asked slowly. "Would you give all of your servants, or slaves, or tributes, the option to be released from their service? I do not like slavery Ferox, I dislike anyone viewing another as property. If you would let those who stay choose to be yours, let them choose to remain in their positions in your household...and promise me that I won't be party to any dark sorcery, then I will help you do what you wish. I have lived my life trying to protect those unable to protect themselves. If that is your goal, if you wish to prevent the strong from oppressing the weak...I will submit myself to you." <br><br>As he finished, his eyes lowered as a shiver crossed through his body. He knew intellectually that this offer was right, that it could perhaps help others, could perhaps lead to saving Ferox's soul, but it was still a struggle. He was a man! The thought of just surrendering, of just letting her change him as she wished without any struggle, without any fight, it went against every fiber of his being. But he would do this, he could do this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>08-05-2015, 03:25:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/16/31/b3/1631b3ec6e538737f18bd3220eb62480.jpg)</div><br>She clung to him like he was a raft in a storm, kissing his palm and nuzzling her face against his palm. It would all be alright, Richard would make it right. Then he spoke. <br><br><em>"What if I gave myself to you? Stopped fighting, stopped trying to prevent you from...feminizing...me? If I swore to be yours, to stay with you and become what you wish me to be, would you do something for me?" He asked slowly. "Would you give all of your servants, or slaves, or tributes, the option to be released from their service? I do not like slavery Ferox, I dislike anyone viewing another as property. If you would let those who stay choose to be yours, let them choose to remain in their positions in your household...and promise me that I won't be party to any dark sorcery, then I will help you do what you wish. I have lived my life trying to protect those unable to protect themselves. If that is your goal, if you wish to prevent the strong from oppressing the weak...I will submit myself to you."</em><br><br>She almost said yes. It would be so easy. To give him that much, and get so much in return. Free the slaves she did not want, hide her darker attributes, make him happy and live happily ever after. There would be children and peace…and slaves who would spread the story of how quickly their Queen bent to the will of her consort. How the once virtuous knight had in the end slain the witch, how through his sacrifice he had won in the end. Or she could trust that slaves would do nothing but sing her praises. <br>&nbsp;<br>Ferox the deathless was many things, but trusting was not one of them. Suddenly fury erupted in her breast. If he had wanted that, wanted to be her equal in the protection of the downtrodden he would have when she first asked. Now he was trying to tame her, to create an asylum for himself in her world, he dared to demand things from her. <br><br>Her lip snarled and she brushed his hand away. <br><br>“You had your chance, six years ago,” she said with a sneer, “You think I’d be that easy? That I, Ferox the Deathless, The Creature of the Forest would wilt like a flower before you because you would make your path easier. Richard you have nothing to bargain with. You dare to fight against my will and my will is that you will be my queen, raise my children and bend to my every whim.”<br><br>Her low hiss had increased over her speech, enough that his ladies in waiting were flinching with every word. <br><br>She tossed the chair back as she stood, glowering down at him. <br><br>You presume too much. The knight gallant,” she spat, “destroyer of evil. Murder of dragons and witches. Now look at you. A bitch at my feet.” <br><br>She knocked him aside as she headed to the window. The door was the way a human would have left, and she needed to remind him that she was no human. <br><br>“Stay with him tonight, do what you wish. I have no use for him this evening.” <br><br>With that she dropped from the tree, too far for a human to fall, and she ran into the night. <br><br>Bethanny and the Princess of Orhurst exchanged glances, still recoiling from where Ferox had stood. <br><br>“Well,” Bethanny began, “That could have gone better.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>08-05-2015, 04:22:11</strong>
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				For a second, he thought that all would be well. He had seen sparks of goodness in this witch, it was those sparks and exotic nature which had attracted him to her so long ago. He thought perhaps she would agree, that he would find a happy ending in this nightmare that had become his life. Then she opened her eyes, and pure fury beat out at him. As she snarled and brushed aside his hand, he rocked backwards, unprepared for this reaction. Her words battered against him, each word a blade slicing into his soul, into his ego, as she smashed him downwards and made clear that theirs would be no relationship of equals, that he was not to have any say in what would occur. He was nothing but a bitch to be bred, once she had finished changing him. His attempt at submission made to work against him, as she let out a casual backhanded blow that threw him to the floor. <br><br>He lifted his head groggily, watching her as she leapt from a window no human could survive jumping from, he knew because he had contemplated that leap himself. He lifted a hand to touch the river of blood sliding down his baby smooth cheek, shocked at the damage she had caused with such an effortless blow. He heard Bethanny speak, but at present he was trying hard to ignore the fact that others had witnessed this latest, and for him ultimate shaming. It seemed he was doomed. He had no control over his fate, not even through submitting to it. He was to be tortured, tormented, twisted and turned as Ferox found amusing. Some days she would give him pleasure, some nights she would give him torment. It was clear to him now, her prior words of wanting him for him were not true. He closed his eyes in agonized, emotional pain as the hopelessness of his position truly sank in. He was completely at this mad witches mercy, with no choices, no options left to him. <br><br>He slowly drew himself up off the floor, and grabbed a rag to dab the blood from his lip. He winced as he reached a finger into his mouth to find the source of the blood, and found that when he was struck he had bit his cheek. He held the rag inside his mouth as he moved to the pitcher of water, pouring out enough to rinse his mouth, before he moved slowly for the bed. <br><br>"I don't care where you curl up to sleep. I'm sorry if my foolishness gets you hurt." Was all he said in a tired, defeated tone as he slid under the blankets, his mind a welter of emotions, uncertain how he should respond to this most recent event. Did he fight? Did he just break and become the obedient bitch he desired? Did he really have any options? Would submission just get him more beatings and humiliations? He was not a man used to feeling powerless. He had defeated foes powerful and ancient, was seen as the best witch hunter alive. And now, he was helpless, and enslaved. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>08-05-2015, 06:10:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4c/a9/25/4ca92539a366ceb529034f01880e93e9.jpg)</div><br>When Richard crawled under the blankets, Bethanny and Princess of Orhurst exchanged a glance. In that moment they both knew what must be done. <br><br>Princess Justine gripped the blankets tight and tore them off the bed. Bethanny tottered off to go make tea. <br><br>“Quite enough moping,” she told him, standing at the end of his bed with her hands on hips, “Get up, we need <br>to plan.” <br><br>“You asked for too much too soon Richard,” Bethanny offered from the fire. <br><br>“I suppose you could grovel when she comes back,” Justine pondered from the bed. <br><br>“She’ll see right through that,” Bethanny countered, “Better to be unhappy with her.”<br><br>Justine nodded sagely. “Indeed. She’ll have time to cool down, regret her actions.” Justine tapped one well-formed nail against her red lips, as though keeping time for her thoughts. <br><br>“Pity you wiped off the blood.” <br><br>Bethanny tried to give Richard a sympathetic gaze. “Come now Richard,” she encouraged, “Get up, there’s much to do. Who knows when she’ll be back.”<br><br>“After that?” Justine asked with a humph, “She won’t be back till morning, after she levels a few kingdoms.” <br><br>Bethanny scowled, “We don’t have much time. The ball’s being held at Samhain. That’s six weeks. Six weeks to turn him into a Queen and us into a court.” She turned her gaze to Justine and leveled her haughty glare with one of her own. “Or do you wish to have your head in a box while the rest of us are burned at the stake?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>08-05-2015, 06:36:07</strong>
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				When the blankets were ripped from the bed, at first, Richard didn't even bother to turn, instead just staying curled up on the bed, his mind turning over his shame and defeat. As the girls spoke, he slowly rolled over to look at them. But he was having a hard time taking himself seriously, having a hard time thinking of himself as a threat, as anything that could have any influence. For the love of the gods, he was laying there in a nightie and women's underthings! Finally, he sat upright on the edge of the bed, turning to look at the women who were speaking with him. <br><br>"Six weeks to make me a queen? Marvelous." Richard muttered, rubbing a hand across his face. If that was truth, his transformation was going to accelerate soon. So far it had been minor changes, loss of body hair, restoring youth to his body, losing the mass of muscle his lifetime of war had built...but other than that, his body was mostly the same. It was part of what made his situation so humiliating. He was a man still, a younger man now, but still a tall, strong man who should have been a threat. Instead he was dressed in women's clothes and batted about like he was a tiny strumpet. The idea that in six weeks he would be a woman? His eyes were a bit wild as he sat there, the reality of the situation sinking in. He wasn't going to escape. He wasn't going to fight this. He was going to become a woman, and it was going to happen soon. "Gods...why?" <br><br>With a shuddering sigh he lowered his face into his hands, his body shaking as fear, and terror tried to seize him, tried to rule him. But he couldn't allow that, he had lived a lifetime of war! He had faced an ancient wyrm, a mighty beast of incredible power, and he hadn't flinched. Now he was shaking in fear? No. <br><br>His face folded into grim acceptance, he straightened and looked at the two women who were now clearly tied to his fate. <br><br>"Bethanny, I'm sorry if picking you gets you hurt. I thought it would make things better for you, not worse. As for you Justine...I don't know what your priorities are, but Ferox has made it rather clear that she doesn't like you. Now you are tied to me, and she doesn't like ME at the moment. So, you can either look down your nose and gripe, or you can help me find a way to keep all of us alive." He said calmly, his voice no longer dead, but still not comfortable. This was not the sort of battle he fought. He met a threat with steel and shield, not plots and guile. He looked up at both women, and met both their gaze. "I don't know what to do. I had been planning to meet her in the morning with anger, I will admit my plan had been to try to goad her into just finishing me. I'm slowly being pared away and molded into something new. It's...humiliating, and terrifying to have no voice in what I am to become. To have no way to stop her from emasculating me. But...if I'm going to become what she wants...I will need your help if I'm to keep us all alive, if you're willing. Otherwise...I don't know if she will, but I can ask if she will send you back to the harem." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 03:54:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4c/a9/25/4ca92539a366ceb529034f01880e93e9.jpg)</div><br>Justine looked to Bethanny with a perked brow. <br><br>“Is he always like this?” She asked with a huff. <br><br>Bethanny in response shrugged, “He is the bravest knight in all the lands.” <br><br>She thought nothing of it when she went to his side and wrapped her arms about his shoulders, whilst he sat rocked to the core by his fate. There was little she could do by offer her embrace as comfort. <br><br><em>"I don't know what to do. I had been planning to meet her in the morning with anger, I will admit my plan had been to try to goad her into just finishing me. I'm slowly being pared away and molded into something new. It's...humiliating, and terrifying to have no voice in what I am to become. To have no way to stop her from emasculating me. But...if I'm going to become what she wants...I will need your help if I'm to keep us all alive, if you're willing. Otherwise...I don't know if she will, but I can ask if she will send you back to the harem.”<br></em><br>The brow stayed in pointed judgement as Justine watched the spectacle before her. Let Bethanny be the soft wool to cushion the blow of reality, Justine would be the fire to forge him. <br><br>“If you send us back to the harem we’ll all dead,” She told him flatly, “You’ll find no pity from me Sir Richard. You are going through the same troubles every bartered woman of royal blood. Now get up, wipe your eyes. If all of us are going to survive all hallows then you need to learn how to be a Queen. Not just any Queen either, but a great lady.” <br><br>Bethanny tightened her grip on his shoulders, as if trying to protect him from the onslaught of truth. <br><br>“She’s right Richard, we need you,” she encouraged, “I know it’s…uncomfortable but if you don’t help us the world will be cast in darkness. This is your greatest mission yet.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 04:08:31</strong>
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				As Bethanny came to him, and wrapped her arms around him, a small hitch formed in his chest. He found that one arm laced around Bethanny, instinctively returning the hug, taking comfort in the embrace of another who seemed to understand the horror that was what had become his life. For just a moment, all he wanted to do was lean into her embrace and sob, just weep with horror and sorrow at the thought of his fate. He was a man, doomed now to become not just any woman, but the mistress to a witch, who would call him her queen. A public example of her power, because he had little doubt that she would announce to all who were interested the origins of the beautiful woman at her side. He clenched his eyes shut tight, opening them with anger as Justine lay into him. <br><br>"I am fairly certain most royal women don't start out as men! Excuse me if the thought of complete emasculation is a bit of a shock!" He barked at her angrily. Was he showing some self pity? Hell yes, he had a certain right to! Any man would be horrified at the thought of losing all that made him a man, and being remade into a woman! As Bethanny and Justine went on telling him how the world could be cast into darkness, he looked back and forth between them curiously. <br><br>"How can me being a good...woman...make any difference over whether the world is cast in darkness? If I'm not a suitable escort then Ferox will just pick a concubine to sit at her side." He asked in curiously. He honestly thought they were exaggerating to try to make him feel better about his new role in life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>14-05-2015, 06:04:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4c/a9/25/4ca92539a366ceb529034f01880e93e9.jpg)</div><br>At the outburst, Bethanny tightened her grip and pressed his face into her neck. She made soft cooing noises and told him that everything would be alright, that he was brave, that he was bold and that only he could save them. <br><br>Justine on the other hand tutted at him as though he was a naughty tottering child. <br><br>“You’ve had a day to adjust, and you still have your cock. I don’t see what the issue is,” she told him, turning her pretty nose in the air and tapped her still adorned feet. <br><br><em>"How can me being a good...woman...make any difference over whether the world is cast in darkness? If I'm not a suitable escort then Ferox will just pick a concubine to sit at her side."</em><br><br>That response didn't please her either and she was about to go on a tirade until Bethanny interrupted. <br><br>“Well as you know all the kingdoms have a harvest celebration and observance for the dead at All Hallows. Several kings have invited themselves here for a large ball. Ferox has become embroiled in politics and could find no way to say no.”<br><br>“A concubine does not make a Queen,” Justine informed them both primly, before nodding for the Farmer’s daughter to continue. <br><br>Bethanny nodded to the Princess before gently cupping Richards face between soft hands. Hands that had she remained with her family would have long ago turned rough and cracked. She should have been hesitant about being so forward, but she felt she needed to make him understand the importance of what she said. <br><br>“It’s a trap, they’re bringing the High Priests. Should she show herself to be the barbarian witch that she is, they’ll attempt to banish her to the dark realms.” <br><br>“And burn us all as the devil’s whores,” Justine added before plopping herself on the bed next to him, “So we need to beat them at their own trickery and throw the best Samhain ball the kingdoms have ever seen whilst holding up the illusion that we’re a normal functioning court.” <br><br>She slipped a finger under his chin and pulled him away from Bethanny’s soft hands and towards her thorny gaze, “And for that, you need a Queen.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>14-05-2015, 06:25:36</strong>
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				When Bethanny cooed and pulled him into her, pressing his face to her neck, he took a deep breath, struggling to find calm. It wasn't easy, on several levels. For one, his hormones were awash and changing, he had testosterone battling with estrogen, the youthful demands of his young body clamoring and at war with the sensibilities of an older mind. For example, as he was pulled into a tight embrace by a beautiful woman, he could feel his manhood begin to swell, the last thing he needed to worry about right now. So as Justine suddenly drew attention to his still having it, he turned his head, beet red, and retorted. <br><br>"Yes I have it, but Gods know if I'll get to use it again, or if that will be the next thing she removes! A day or a week, do you think the thought of losing my manhood and becoming a woman...more than that, becoming Ferox's brood mare to bear her children, is an easy thing to adjust to?" He asked her incredulously, unable to believe she thought it so simple. <br><br>But the status of his cock was soon a secondary consideration, as Bethanny and Justine laid out the realities of the situation. When Bethanny lifted his face and cupped it gently in her hands, he looked at her, and if the news she was imparting weren't so dire, he was certain he'd have tried to kiss her. <br><br>As Justine used a finger on his chin to pull him away from Bethanny's affectionate, and comforting embrace, his eyes hardened and he met her gaze with one of his own. <br><br>"I don't want to see any of you hurt. I'm sorry that Ferox has put you in that position. But...how in the hell can a man turned woman make a better Queen, than a woman raised for royalty? Or an actual woman trained by such a woman? Won't the fact that I used to be...me...make them see us as barbaric?" He asked incredulously, struggling to understand, to see what his role would be. He still didn't like it, still hated the thought of it, but he hated the thought of dooming all those women, and even the men, that served Ferox to die a horrid death just because they served her. That was a level of cleansing he had always refused to participate in. He killed the guilty, and only when it could be proven they were guilty, and a threat to the people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 10:00:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4c/a9/25/4ca92539a366ceb529034f01880e93e9.jpg)</div><br>Bethanny continued to caress his face and hairline, hoping that a connection to her would keep him grounded for whatever Justine laid out next. <br><br>“Choosing one of us would show favoritism. Another political stumbling block. Then that kingdom would think that it has Ferox’s protection. But you, someone she chose and made a deal with. Well you’re not her being partial. You’re payment.” <br><br>The farmer’s daughter sighed, pressing her fingers a touch deeper. <br><br>“None of the girls would do it either, we all know what happened to Thalia,” she added. <br><br>Justine nodded in return. She had decided that she would ignore his early outburst. There was no point arguing with such tantrums. Things were as they were. There would be no alteration of facts. Truth was all powerful and if there truth was that this knight would save them by being a Queen, then she would turn him into a damn Queen. <br><br>“So, we need to talk strategy,” Justine said eagerly, “You have to do better this time, no more sloppy performances.” <br><br>Bethanny entwined her fingers with Richards and pressed her face to his shoulder. <br><br>“Unless you need to rest,” she told him, “You could leave it all to us.”<br><br>Justine huffed. What was she going to do with them?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 22:14:56</strong>
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				Richard listened to what they said, his mind reeling from the information he was trying to absorb. He knew politics to a degree, he had been forced to play them from time to time and had been obliged to know the customs in other nations he had visited while hunting witches and other creatures of darkness. So in certain ways he was a good candidate for this role. But he had always seen politics and the like from a soldiers, from a mans, viewpoint. He didn't know how to behave as a woman! His levels of stress would probably have had him raving or crying, with his raging hormones who knew which would win, if Bethanny hadn't been continuing to pet and soothe him, her simple, affectionate contact enough to ground him, enough to give him a tether to hold to. His breathing was accelerating though, his mind still struggling to wrap itself around accepting his fate. He was a warrior, he had always fought, always battled to win any confrontation. Now, he was looking at a hopeless battle, and was having a hard time accepting his utter, and emasculating defeat. <br><br>He looked up when Justine was done, squeezing his hands slightly, gripping Bethanny's hands with his a bit more firmly to show he appreciated her touch, leaning his head against hers as she rested it on his shoulder. <br><br>"No, I won't leave it to you. I'm not going to lie to you two...I'm a little ragged right now. I'm...confused. This concoction Ferox has been pouring down my throat the last couple days, it has my emotions on a hair's trigger, I'm sorry. I just don't feel like myself right now, and I get the feeling that is only going to get worse. But I won't leave this up to just you. Tell me what needs to be done." Richard said softly. His eyes firmed then, and he glanced at Justine and spoke now with a clearer voice. "But first...what happened to Thalia?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-05-2015, 03:16:20</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4c/a9/25/4ca92539a366ceb529034f01880e93e9)</div><br>Justine and Bethanny both turned somber at the mention of Thalia. <br><br>“She still lives,” Justine muttered, as if that was a ward against the poor wretch’s ills. <br><br>“She does,” Bethanny confirmed, but sidled up ever closer to Richard. In her mind still thinking of him as the grizzled knight that once regaled her of his daring deeds against monstrous beasties. That man could have protected her against her fate. This young boy that was now curled up in her arms was all she had left. Yet she still placed her faith in him. <br><br>“Unlike so many,” Justine told him bitterly,” Thalia caught the mistress’s eye.”<br><br>“Pretty, good hand at magic,” Bethanny interjected. <br><br>“Yes,” Justine continued, “Poor thing. Anyway Ferox began to spend more and more time in Harem with her. <br><br>She moved the girl into her quarters, took her as a lover, and taught her some tricks. All was well.”<br><br>“Until,” Bethanny interrupted, “Ferox brought her on a diplomatic mission back to her home country.”<br><br>“Have you ever heard of Balxia?” Justine asked, “You may know it better now as the Weeping Warrens.”<br><br>Bethanny breathed deeply, hating the end of this tale. <br><br>“The Duke of Balxia thinking Thalia had sway over Ferox asked her to influence her mistress into lightening their tribute. Ferox waved her hand and turned the entire populace into rabbits. That way their only tribute would be the hay they could steal from the farmers’ fields.” <br><br>“Thalia’s still in the Harem.” Justine said with a shrug, “You may see her if you ever return. She’s the one wearing black with a face covered in ashes.”<br><br>Both girls turned their dour faced to the floor and had a moment of silence, praying that they would never confront a similar fate. <br><br>It was Justine who spoke first, always quicker to recover. <br><br>“So you must tread delicately,” She told him with a nasty smirk, “No more lack luster performances. You need to learn how to read her moods. Any favor you ask for must be made to seem like it’s her idea, otherwise you’ll face her wrath. You are here to serve, to make her happy, and to be her ally. Not to be a nasty little moral voice. You’ll be nothing more than an annoyance then.” <br><br>Bethanny sighed again. <br><br>“When she comes back act disappointed, but don’t rage against her.” <br><br>“Say you’re fine whenever she asks,” Justine added, “We’ll dress you in your best. Other than that you will do everything she says without complaint.” <br><br>Bethanny kissed his brow. <br><br>“You’ll be fine,” she promised. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>25-05-2015, 00:15:44</strong>
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				Richard listened in horror to the tale. He had head that a terrible affliction had depopulated Balxia, but never the full story behind it. As Bethanny wrapped herself a little tighter around him, in turn the arm he had in turn wrapped around her waist held on a little tighter. He wanted to think he could protect these two, wanted to think he could do something. Yet...what could he do? He had already been changed into a young man, a fragment of his old self, his body undergoing changes he couldn't even comprehend, though with the sensitivity in his chest and body today, he imagined with horror that he knew what sort of changes would soon start to manifest. He heard the advice they gave him, and listened attentively, until Justine looked at him with a nasty smirk about what he could and could not be. <br><br>"Then I will be an annoyance. Ferox knew who I was when she decided to...claim me." He said, still stumbling over the thought of being owned by someone. "I'm not a boot licker, and I can't stand by while she performs dark magic. She may be able to make me into a woman...but I am still myself. I can't just sit and watch her perform an atrocity and not try to stop her." He told Justine in a harsh voice, before shaking his head and staring at the floor. "She's so confusing. Sometimes, I've seen her do good...and heard of good deeds she performed to help others. Yet at the same time...well hells look what she is doing to me, and any of the other numerous things she has done! I don't know. When I was young, I thought I loved her. It ripped at me to have to try to kill her. Now though...I don't know what to make of her. But if she chose me to be at her side...she should have expected that I would retain my morality. If I could temper her away from darkness...if she would just do good, it wouldn't be so bad sacrificing who I am now to become...a woman. It would be a worthy sacrifice. But I won't just be her slave. I won't." <br><br>By the end, he was talking more to himself than the girls, trying to convince himself that there was a worthy goal here, that there was something to strive for. But he was tired, damaged in his heart, and lost, his head still abuzz with the mixing chemicals that Ferox had set to coursing through his body. <br><br>"I will try to be more careful when I speak to her...but it's hard. I'm a blunt instrument, I've never been one for tact. I just don't know how to do what you say I must do." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>13-06-2015, 03:03:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.strangecelebrities.com/images/content/146658.jpg)</div><br>Justine was practicing patience. It did not come easily, but she had schooled herself for years. Since childhood she had been trained in womanly arts and trained in much more than needlepoint. For example she had learned how to capture the worship of the servants with nothing more than a flick of her hair and a haughty smile, how to wind powerful men about her finger by pouting and feigning tears and how to end strife between kingdoms with nothing more than charm. <br><br>None of it had worked on Ferox. She couldn’t even crack surface. This fellow on the other hand, this corruption of humanity had not only cracked the witch, he had split open the egg. <br><br>“It must be very foreign to someone not raised a woman,” Justine began slowly, “You can’t say what you think anymore, you live according to someone else’s whim.” <br><br>Her tone had turned bitter and her eyes unfocused. Bethanny seized the moment and his hands. She pulled back enough to look him in the eye. <br><br>“No one’s saying you shouldn’t. No one better than I knows the positive influence you have on her. But all your hard work will amount to nothing if seals you in with us and uses you for nothing more than a mare.” <br><br>Justine quirked a brow at that. <br><br>“Yes,” she drawled, “Make sure your deck is stacked before raising your bet. Start asking for things when your belly is full.” <br><br>That spoiled cruel smirk returned.<br><br>“Until then, we’ll teach you how to walk, how to talk, how to dance, how to seduce and how to exactly what you want.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>13-06-2015, 05:24:31</strong>
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				Richard heard their words, and he didn't miss the bitterness and anger Justine seemed to feel towards him. It confused him, he didn't know how he had earned her ire, but it was beginning to piss him off. He had picked her thinking he was helping her, but instead all he seemed to have done was invite along a pain in the ass. They spoke of how he had to learn to be different, while being himself. Finally he squeezed Bethanny's hands reassuringly as he looked down at the floor, confused. But yet, he knew what he had to do, he just didn't like it. <br><br>"Very well. Teach me what I need to know. I'll feel like a fool trying to act a woman with a body that doesn't match. I don't think I'll be able to walk or dance as you do, my hips aren't like yours." He said in admission of defeat, and acceptance of their help. He raised his head though to look at Justine. "I don't know what exactly your problem with me is, but I'd appreciate it if you'd either get over it, or put it out in the open where I at least know why you're acting like the queen bitch of this tower. I never mistreated a woman, so whatever may have been done to you in your kingdom, is no fault of mine and I'll thank you not to blame me for it." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 02:36:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://reneelouise21.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/blonde-beauty-for-the-harem1.jpg)</div><br><em>"I don't know what exactly your problem with me is, but I'd appreciate it if you'd either get over it, or put it out in the open where I at least know why you're acting like the queen bitch of this tower. I never mistreated a woman, so whatever may have been done to you in your kingdom, is no fault of mine and I'll thank you not to blame me for it."</em><br><br>Justine was shocked by the outburst. All she thought he could do was cry and accept awkward oral sex. <br><br>Truth be told he had done nothing. It was fate. Fate that dropped her like a hot rock from being a Princess to the whore for a gender bending witch. <br>She recovered however and offered a hand for Bethanny to take. The Farmer’s daughter did. She knew that while the Princess never gained favor in Ferox’s <br>eyes, she still ruled the Harem. Another thing this interloper was taking from her. <br><br>“Why nothing, your Majesty. Please forgive my outburst,” she told him with a demure bow. <br><br>“Dancing is simple, hips or no” she said, quickly changing the subject and taking the younger red head in her arms. Bethanny smiled coyly and curtsied before assuming the female role. <br><br>“This dance is rather daring and I’m sure Ferox will be pleased if you suggest a performance at the ball.” <br><br>Bethanny knew enough about the magic of the tree to know that if she clapped her hands and called out Maestro! that music would begin to play. A waltz filtered through the leaves and echoed in the chamber. She winked at Richard, hoping to lighten the mood. <br><br>At that Justine gathered Bethanny up in her arms and led her about the floor. 1, 2, 3, and 1, 2, 3. They went around and around, both brightening with the exertion. Justine spun her and Bethanny fell back into her embrace. <br><br>“There are many forms of seduction when it comes to dance,” Justine informed him. <br><br>“With this one make sure you’re wearing the right perfume, something to enchant with every breath.”<br><br>“You may either act coy and make them chase you,” Justine instructed and Bethanny turned her eyes away, exposing his white throat, “Or you can be bold.” At that Bethanny turned her gaze fully upon her dance partner and pressed closer, her fingers tightening upon the blonde’s shoulder as her chest heaved with every beat. <br><br>“Which will you choose?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>18-07-2015, 02:05:47</strong>
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				Richard watched with a look of wry disbelief when Justine gave him a bow, not truly believing that she was honestly apologetic. The bitch had it out for him, and he wasn't sure why. Truth was though, he needed her guidance. So he sat and listened and watched as the two women stood and began to dance. <br><br>At first, he was simply taking in their advice, but as they began to instruct in the forms of seduction through dance, he blushed and shifted a bit as he watched their bodies dancing entwined with one another. When Bethanny turned a look hot enough to melt the inhibitions of any man upon Justine, Richard gave a hard swallow, amazed at how seductive they could turn something as simple as dancing. When they turned and looked to him, it took him a few seconds to register that he had been asked a question. He coughed, clearing his throat in embarrassment as he regathered his thoughts. Was he coy or brazen? Hells, he wasn't sure! He wasn't accustomed to seduction! He was a man, and not a womanizer, so he couldn't even call on those memories to help him with this. Either way, he was going to have to act, at least at first. He didn't truly desire Ferox, though at one time, he had. Oh who was he fooling, one part of him did desire her, just not the thought of her being the one on top, with a cock! He shuddered, shaking his head as he finally met the women's gaze. <br><br>"I...I don't know. But, well I am a blunt instrument, and I would like to think that perhaps Ferox respects that about me. I think if I were going to learn to be seductive, I would rather be brazen and bold. Unless...do you think Ferox would prefer I be coy, to let her cement her place as the..well..the...man...of the relationship?" He asked haltingly, looking from one woman to the other. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-07-2015, 03:01:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwifqaBhcC1r7jm73o1_500.png)</div><br>Bethanny couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from her like the first running water of spring. <br><br>“Ferox won’t need your coyness to cement her position of power,” Justine told him, twisting the farmer’s daughter deeper in her embrace, “You on your back with your legs spread will be enough.”<br><br>“Tsk,” Bethanny responded, playfully pushing against Justine’s chest, “No need to be rude.” <br><br>“Be brazen then,” she continued, looking back to Richard, “Ferox will find it amusing. Be a challenge to rise to.” <br><br>She clapped her hands and the music changed. Princess Justine departed from her embrace and sat beside the once powerful knight. <br><br>“Would you like to try?” the redhead asked with outstretched fingers. <br><br>“Think you could woo her?” Justine asked, her tone coy and teasing. <br><br>Bethanny for her part had begun the dance without him, twirling to the music with her hips and her hands. <br><br>“Make her believe that you desired only her?” Justine’s fingers had crept from her dress to the front of his shift, twisting the cords in her hands, “That every action to made was for her glory?” <br><br>Justine was only a hairs breath from him then, her breath whispering over his ear, the challenge hanging between them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>23-07-2015, 06:42:23</strong>
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				As Justine said the sight of him on his back with legs spread would cement Ferox's sense of power, his face turned scarlet and he stared at the floor in confused shame. His shoulders shrugging as he struggled to keep himself calm. As Justine sat beside him, and Bethanny asked him to dance, he looked up cautiously between the two of them. His eyes following the twirling, swaying form of Bethanny, while he listened to the words of Justine, felt his stomach twisting as the woman's fingers twirled through the cords on the front of the ridiculous shift he was wearing. Her voice challenging him, though he didn't know how he would answer it. He was used to leading, he would have to pretend to be the woman, while still larger, and physically more imposing than Bethanny. But, he had to learn sometime, he just wasn't sure how well it was going to work. <br><br>"I...I can try." He said, refusing to remark on Justine's earlier comments, not wanting to even think about what was going to happen when Ferox decided it was time to break him in on performing sexual acts from a female perspective. The image of her form with it's immense manhood flashed through his mind, and sent a chill of fear down his spine. <br><br>Awkwardly, Richard moved out to the middle of the floor, and made a wobbly attempt at a curtsy before offering his hand's for Bethanny to grip. As he was pulled in for the dance, he was trying to emulate Justine's motions, but his face turned beet red every time he did. He didn't have a chest to press up against Bethanny, and besides, he was taller than her, all he could do was press her face to the top of his chest! So he tried to focus on other actions, slowly getting into the role as best he could. His eyes locked onto Bethanny's, and he forced himself to stop seeing her as the little girl he had wanted to save. He saw the vibrant, sexual woman that was dancing with him, the sort of woman he would normally love to have a reason to share an evening with. He let the heat of that desire soak through to his eyes, pressed his body tight to hers, but kept blushing as he had to both let his desire show, and fight letting his growing erection get in his way. Being pressed against the soft body of a woman had an effect on him, and he supposed that knowledge could help him when Ferox transformed him, he knew the effect of a pair of soft breasts pressed hard to your chest, of the feel of a body swaying in your arms. He was trying to be the seducer, but he was a far cry from gifted at it, and knew he was being seduced more than he was seducing! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>24-07-2015, 21:50:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwifqaBhcC1r7jm73o1_500.png)</div><br>At his awkward fumbling Justine did her best to hide her titters of amusement behind her hand. A few slipped between her fingers as his face grew as red as a strawberry. <br><br>“Oh my, what a sweet thing you are,” she told them, “Blushing like a maid.”<br><br>Bethanny rolled her eyes fondly and paused in her steps, halting Richards’s fumblings. <br><br>“She’s right you know,” Bethanny told him, kissing his cheek, “You’ll give yourself away like that. Would you blush in front of an enemy? Turn red in the heat of battle?” She took his hand again and placed it on her shoulder, while she put her arm back around his waist, reestablishing a proper space between them. <br><br>“Just concentrate on your steps,” Justine unhelpfully offered, still snickering. “We’ll attempt the rest later. 1,2,3, &amp; 1,2,3.”<br><br>The Princess of Orhurst rolled over in her mind what the next course of education should be. How to make his core heartless and determined, dedicated to a duty that did not involve a sword and shield, whilst his outer shell turned soft and tender. Flirting might have to be their next lesson or perhaps mere exposure. With a wry grin she undid her own bodice and pulled the fabric away from her bosom. She cupped her generous breasts, flicking her fingers over her nipples. <br><br>“1,2,3 &amp; 1,2,3,” she said again, plucking her teats between her thumbs. <br><br>Bethanny flicked her eyes to Justine’s uncovering, and looked pointedly to Richard waiting to see if he could turn another shade of red. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>24-07-2015, 23:19:33</strong>
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				"I'm not normally wearing a dress or looking at a beautiful woman in the heat of battle." He muttered in reply to their admonishments. It was not easy changing his mental place, changing his mindset to being the seducer. He had seen women act like he was not being told to act, but had no idea how to do so without feeling a fool. Maybe he would do it better if he was changed as Ferox planned to change him, but at present, there was nothing feminine about his body, aside from some increased sensitivity and mood swings, which were mostly internal not external. <br><br>He let his eyes drift down, focusing for a moment on their feet, as he followed her advice and focused on his steps, trying the best that he could to ignore the laughter of Justine. At first he was having a hard time falling into the act of following, but soon he was gliding along with Bethanny, the grace and ease of movement that being a skilled swordsman gave him transferred over to the dance floor. For a moment, he thought he was doing well. Then he saw Bethanny's eyes flicker to the side, and then stare at him. It was impossible for him not to turn his head to look at what caused this reaction. <br><br>"Ah..oh...huh." He stammered, his eyes blinking rapidly as he jerked his head back to face Bethanny, his cheeks mantling even redder if that was possible while his night gown showed a definite reaction below the waist, his manhood stirring and growing at the sight of Justine sitting and toying with her exposed breasts. Even as he forced himself to look away, the image played in his mind, making him blush more as he knew his body was visibly reacting to what he had seen. He managed to keep his feet moving as they should, but he just couldn't keep himself from reacting to the sight of a beautiful woman's naked breasts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>04-08-2015, 16:58:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwifqaBhcC1r7jm73o1_500.png)</div><br><em>"I'm not normally wearing a dress or looking at a beautiful woman in the heat of battle."</em><br><br>"You battled no Amazons then?" Princess Justine inquired. <br><br>Bethanny felt no small amount of heat rise in her own cheeks to mirror his. He had begun with awkward steps that no few times had landed his large feet onto her delicate ones. Still she had born these minor inconveniences with grace and in turn his movements transformed into ones of grace. Their dance became one that would be envied at any court. <br><br>“You think I’m beautiful?” She asked shyly. <br><br>It was rare she received praise. The girls in the harem were reticent to speak of anything except their own skills and endowments. The buzzing fear that you could be replaced at any time lurking in every one of their smiles. It was a hierarchy of beauty that turned into a vicious battle whenever Ferox’s eyes turned from it, and the only winners were those who won her favor. Bethany was not high on in this ladder of pleasure and no one would be willing to give up their higher position for hers. Before the harem Ferox was not one to give praise either. There had only been one other, a knight that reminded her of Richard, with whom she felt the similar flush of joy. <br><br>Then Justine had to ruin it all. <br><br>“Bosom,” the princess mocked, continuing to play with her breasts, “Quim, cunt, teats. We must dull your maid’s edge. Didn’t you have your pick of the ladies, whores and tavern wenches, oh bravest knight in the land?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 02:52:31</strong>
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				<em>"You battled no Amazons then?"</em><br><br>"An amazon may be a beautiful woman, but on the battlefield they are howling for blood while waving spears or firing arrows at your guts. It is easy to ignore the sexuality of someone when you're afraid your guts will be spilled out for all to see." He snorted in retort to the princess. As Bethanny began to blush and shyly looked up at him while asking if he thought she was beautiful, he knew he was in trouble. He did indeed, but he didn't want to insult her, or make her think that was all he saw her as, or get her in trouble. <br><br>"Well, I mean I know I knew you when you were a child, and with the difference in our age I shouldn't...but then again I'm young now...but..well..yes, you've become a stunning woman." He managed to stammer. He was trying to think of a way to guide things away from sexuality, when he looked at Justine, and once again had a shock to his system. <br><br><em>“Bosom,” the princess mocked, continuing to play with her breasts, “Quim, cunt, teats. We must dull your maid’s edge. Didn’t you have your pick of the ladies, whores and tavern wenches, oh bravest knight in the land?”</em><br><br>His cheeks were mottled red as he turned himself and Bethanny, working hard to keep his face averted from the sight of a beautiful woman toying with an impressive bosom. His manhood was swiftly rising between himself and Bethanny, he tried to separate their bodies, not sure if that was better or worse, but certain she wouldn't appreciate the feel of his prodigious manhood pressed against her. <br><br>"I am no maid...at least not yet." He muttered angrily. "I was wed to service, and to duty. There were times when I resorted to coin for a night of company to ease the lonliness of an eternally empty bed, but I pursued such things in private." He confessed with an embarrassed tone, his eyes roaming, trying to find a safe place to land, afraid of what he would see if he looked behind him at Justine, and more frightened of how Bethanny would be looking at him now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>29-08-2015, 03:12:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4c/a9/25/4ca92539a366ceb529034f01880e93e9.jpg)</div><br>Justine mercifully put her breasts away and her gloating countenance turned to one of compassion. She outstretched her arms from him to come to her. <br><br>“You poor darling,” she cooed. All the while a new plan was hatching in her head, she and Bethanny would just have to debauch him, rather than mold him, into an appropriate royal.&nbsp; Ferox could send him to all the tutors she liked, but the spring that found in every princely step was the knowledge of power. All his life Richard had been a tool, now he would be the only wielding it. All it would take would be her submission, she and Bethanny. It would be a sacrifice, but Justine believed in playing the long game. <br><br>Bethanny for her part narrowed her eyes. What exactly was she up to now? The woman had been nothing but trouble. She dared not think what she had planned. All she knew was that she missed his attention, fleeting and stumbling as it had been. Once again she felt the cold shiver of being ignored. She wanted to tell him it would be alright, no matter what happened. That she would help him through his transformation, help him navigate the stormy seas that were Ferox’s ever changing moods and in the end help him raise his children. She wanted to, but the words would not leave her throat, as though her lips would not let her speak a lie. Instead she watched as he responded to the once princess. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>29-08-2015, 19:28:55</strong>
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				When he heard Justine speak with that soothing, compassionate voice, he looked back in surprise. To his shock he saw she had slipped herself back into her dress, and truly appeared to be beckoning him to come sit with her. He and Bethanny ceased their dance, which was a blessing for him, because his predicament was becoming harder to avoid pressing against her. He looked back and forth between the two women, he trusted Bethanny, but he knew he needed the both of them if he was to succeed, and they seemed to get along with each other, at least to a degree. As he stepped back from Bethanny he gave her a warm smile and a gentle squeeze of her hand, thanking her without words for the aid she had been giving him. <br><br>He cautiously settled himself beside Justine, not stepping into her arms, he was still cautious of the woman, and still embarrassed by how noticeably his body had responded to the sight of her playing with herself. He used to have better control of his body, he didn't know if he was tired, or the hormones, or his renewed youth were to blame, but his libido felt as though it were on fire at the moment, burning within him as he sat with two beautiful women. The only thing that would make it better would be if he weren't wearing a woman's night gown. <br><br>"I don't pity myself or expect it for my lack of partners. I have lived a life with a cause, with a purpose, and I've tried to help others. Sometimes a sacrifice is called for." He said quietly as he gingerly took his seat, uncertain of what Justine was doing. Until now she had been condescending and cruel in her approach, why was she now calling him to her? So as he sat beside her, and smelled the scent of her perfume, he locked his gaze upon her, sitting awkwardly and clearly at a loss as he tried to figure this mercurial woman out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 18:27:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://reneelouise21.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/blonde-beauty-for-the-harem1.jpg)</div><br>Bethanny clapped her hands with a startling boom and the music stopped. She glared at Justine who quirked her brow in return. <br>Not perturbed by Richard supposed rejection she used her arms to pull herself back across the bed and laid herself out. <br><br>“Not pity darling,” she told him, twisting her shift in her hands so that it inched up her legs, “Just making up for lost time.”&nbsp; <br><br>As her creamy white legs were exposed, she spread them and bent her knees in an open invitation. <br><br>“You’re the Queen now,” she continued looking to Richard, “A person of power. Shouldn’t you enjoy the spoils? Part of being a royal is that you may have whom you please. Do I please you? Does she?” <br><br>Justine then beckoned Bethanny to join them.&nbsp; The farmer’s daughter felt sick to her stomach. There was the underlying worry that Ferox might come through the window at any moment and even if she didn’t, she probably had spies in the room. But bubbling away on top of that worry was excitement. He was her childhood crush and he would finally be hers. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>10-09-2015, 21:37:14</strong>
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				Richard glanced back and forth between the two women as they shared a look, he wasn't sure what to make of it, but before he could ponder the issue, Justine laid herself out before him. He watched in shocked awe as this beautiful woman laid herself out, while her breasts were once again encased in the thin fabric of her shift, now her spread legs were slowly becoming more and more exposed. With each inch of new, creamy flesh exposed to his sight, Richard could feel his desire growing. <br><br><em>“You’re the Queen now, a person of power. Shouldn’t you enjoy the spoils? Part of being a royal is that you may have whom you please. Do I please you? Does she?” </em><br><br>Justine's words struck a strange chord. On the one hand, he disliked being reminded that even as she offered him her body, he was being changed into something that soon would be unable to perform the act she was now inviting him to take part in. On the other, the very fact that he would soon lose the ability to be with a woman in the way he always had....it was so tempting. But what about Ferox, would she return? Would she ignite with rage? She HAD sent him to the harem to choose companions....hell she had directed a boy to pleasure him with his mouth! <br><br>"I...well...you are both...of course I desire you both...I would have to already be a woman not to! But, well...I don't expect...you don't have to..." He babbled, his eyes roaming Justine's form, before darting up to her eyes, and then over to Bethanny. His gaze hungrily devoured the sight of her body under her shift before meeting her gaze, the desire, the consuming flame of need that the teasing and hinting had ignited clear to be seen. <br><br>He shifted until he was kneeling on the bed, his body between Justine's knees, blushing as his body made it clear by the twitching tent in the night gown he wore that he wanted this. He always had resisted his urges, had tempered himself not to indulge. Perhaps he should...after all he wouldn't be able to for long if Ferox had her way. <br><br>"If you...well I don't want to force you...but you don't even like me?" He finally exclaimed, staring at Justine incredulously even as his fingers tried to find and undo the ties at the back of the gown he wore so he could remove it, so he could discard the soft reminder of what he was to become. His eyes darted to Bethanny, hungry, but confused and cautious. "And...I don't want to hurt you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 05:04:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4c/a9/25/4ca92539a366ceb529034f01880e93e9.jpg)</div><br>Of course it took him no time to mount her. She was irresistible after all. Like an octopus she wrapped her limbs about him and nipped his earlobe. <br><br>“If I didn’t want you I never would have approached you in the harem,” she told him before pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth. <br>Seeing him struggling with his laces Bethanny took them between nimble fingers and undid her tightly wound knots. <br><br>“Here,” she said quietly, trying to breathe away that sense of dread that eased into her belly. Justine was at something, something that would benefit her and no other. She couldn’t say why when she eased the feminine fabric from his strong shoulders she began to run her lips over muscles, except that she believed her presence might mitigate some of Justine’s damage. That and it would be nice to be under someone who cared that it was her under them. <br><br>“You won’t hurt us Richard,” Justine told him, eagerly ripping at the gown Bethanny had untied, “Not in a way we won’t beg for anyway.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>20-09-2015, 17:10:29</strong>
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				As Justine's legs wrapped around his thighs, and her body lifted to press to his front to press a chaste kiss to his lips and nip at his earlobe, his body shuddered, his manhood throbbing with need. As Bethanny undid his nightie, whispering in his ear, he turned his face to her with a smile. He lifted one arm, reaching behind him with a shaking hand to gently grip her hair as he pulled her towards him, meeting her lips in a tender, tentative embrace. Then Justine was ripping his gown free of him, and his attention was pulled back to the sexual diva whose legs he was between as she told him he wouldn't hurt her, unless it was in a way they enjoyed. <br><br>"Well, then I guess there is no harm in enjoying each other. After all, it's not like I'll have many more chances to enjoy the embrace of two beautiful women." He whispered, half to himself as he reached down to grip Justine's gown, and with a jerk pull it back down to expose her breasts once more as he surrendered, laying himself down within her arms, lowering his face to nuzzle at her breasts with heated breath while his hips shifted, a groan escaping his lips as the tip of his sensitive member brushed against her sex. He stopped, poised at her entry and turned his face up to meet Justine's gaze once more, searching her face to see if she truly wished this, before starting to slowly ease forward with a shuddering sigh of pleasure, as he speared into her sex. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>26-09-2015, 04:04:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://reneelouise21.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/blonde-beauty-for-the-harem1.jpg)</div><br>All the gods above and below he was big. Justine was shocked at just how large the member entering her was. But she was nothing if not committed to her cause. <br><br>“My my,” she smiled to cover her discomfort, “Aren’t you gifted.”<br><br>This was a seduction and he was rube, so she could be forgiven if her moans were exaggerated and her motions tactless. She used every trick in her book to make him cum quickly. <br><br>Bethanny on the other hand after a few furtive caresses had retreated to watch the pair and it was she who was alerted to Ferox’s presence. <br><br>She said nothing, afraid to break the spell of the couple on the bed or incur wrath of the witch. Instead she slid off the bed to greet her mistress. Ferox favored her with glance before waving her over to the chair by the fire. <br>Wordlessly she sat by her feet and Ferox, all the while watching the fornicating couple, braided her hair. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>26-09-2015, 08:49:58</strong>
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				Her words at first soothed him, as her body wrapped around his and he felt that sweet heat and tightness of a woman's sex wrapped around his girthy rod. His face rested against her breasts as he started to shift his hips against her, drawing himself out and then thrusting back in. At first he could feel Bethanny still there, her hands teasing, consoling, a touch that just said "I am here". But then that was gone. <br><br>Richard knew he was not the world's best lover, he had been with few women in his life, but he had always tried to be a sensitive lover. So his entire being was wrapped up with Justine, wanting to bring her pleasure as well as take his own from her. His lips lightly kissing at her breasts, up to her neck where he nuzzled and inhaled her scent. But she seemed to have her own goal. Her cries loud and spurred him on to more speed, her sex clenching tight around him, her hips rolling up to meet him as she matched his pace, speeding him at breakneck speed to his release. For his part, there was a desperation in his lovemaking, a need to assert his masculinity, to show that he belonged as a man fucking a woman, as his hands slid down to grip at her hips, his own pistoning faster, pinning her down against the bed. Memory's of that man servant pleasuring him earlier, of the fact that soon he would be the one expected to wrap his lips around Ferox's cock...his body was worked to a frenzy as he drove himself into Justine, needing to show he was a man. Needing to show that he took pleasure from the body of a woman. <br><br>With a final groan of sweet release, his body tensed, his hands clenched tight against Justine's thighs, as he buried himself to the hilt, sooner than he had wanted, but nonetheless the bliss that he felt from each jet of his seed that fired deep into Justine's womb was like another flag laying claim to his existence as a man. By the time his release was done, he was slick with a thin film of sweat, his hands coming up to rest on either side of Justine, as he held his body above her, not wanting to suffocate her under his weight, as he struggled to regain his breath. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 19:32:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/16/31/b3/1631b3ec6e538737f18bd3220eb62480.jpg)</div><br>“Making use of it while you can?” Ferox asked curtly, entwining another sprig of heather into Bethanny’s hair. She used to do this for her every few days when she was a child. Have her sit at her knee in front of the fire while she told her stories and wove into her hair protecting herbs. She stopped after the stupid little bitch had almost lost her her kingdom with that foolish knight. <br><br>Bethanny for her part sat placate at the witches knee, her eyes downcast. She feared for the two on the bed and the wrath of her mistress. She knew not what Justine had planned but it would end tonight.&nbsp; <br><br>Justine had been lying panting under Richard, petting his arms and back but upon hearing her mistress’s voice she tried to scurry out from under the knight. However there was a rather large organ impaling her and all she could do was strain under his arms, pinned like a butterfly. <br><br>“Not that I blame you, it is one of the few things that the strumpet is good for,” Ferox continued, still weaving her spell on Bethanny’s head. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 20:16:48</strong>
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				<em>“Making use of it while you can? Not that I blame you, it is one of the few things that the strumpet is good for.”</em><br><br>The voice of Ferox was not one he had expected to hear this night, at it served as effectively as a bucket of cold water to cleanse the lust from his mind. As Justine started squirming and bucking beneath him, straining to move, all she succeeded in doing was helping to keep the arousal stirred in his loins, he bit back a moan as his over sensitive member was squeezed and jostled by her movements. He slapped a hand down on her thigh, pushing it down to stop her movement, as he slowly pulled himself out from her, his shaft at half mast after having found his release inside of Justine, now coated with their mingled essence. Once he had drawn out of her, he shifted to sit on the bed, to tired, to resigned to his defeat, to jump and cower. <br><br>"I thought you were done with me tonight? Did you wish to throw me around the room and remind me once more how helpless I am under your heel?" He asked her, anger and a hint of hurt in his eyes and voice. He was surprised to find he truly was hurt by the way she had treated him, this whole situation was bizarre but he had thought by abiding by her wishes and at least trying to accept the changes she had chosen for him, that he would&nbsp; find a way to have some measure of a relationship with this strange witch who was in the process of transforming him from the virile man he was, into a fertile woman to bear children for her. His eyes flickered from Justine to his half mast shaft, a blush of embarrassment rising on his cheeks as he knew without doubt Ferox had witnesses at the least most of their coupling. <br><br>"You've made it rather clear my time as a man is not long...can you blame me for accepting another's offer to let me enjoy an experience I have for the most part denied myself? For reveling in what ever time you choose to leave me my manhood?" He asked, trying to direct blame for the act to himself and away from Justine, he didn't want another being harmed on his account. He looked at Bethanny seated at Ferox's feet, at the herbs being braided into the woman's hair as she sat there docile. He hoped she wasn't about to be punished for what he had chosen to do with Justine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 00:48:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ba/02/dc/ba02dc28d270bbf6c251c5dcfde0741c.jpg)</div><br><em>"I thought you were done with me tonight? Did you wish to throw me around the room and remind me once more how helpless I am under your heel?"</em><br><br>Ferox for her part did not allow him to get a rise out of her. He had already upset her tonight and it had taken many miles walking in her bare feet to calm her. She would not allow him to ruin the semblance of control she had fought so hard to regain. He, as always, seemed to know exactly how to get under her skin. She flicked her eyes away from her work to look at him, still blathering on about his cock as Justine flopped on it like a fish out of water. She figured the Princess had bitten off more than she could chew at that. <br><br>It was be amusing if it weren’t so sad. <br><br>It was not a simple braid she was weaving into Bethannys hair, but rather a honey comb of her curls adding flowers and herbs to the strands. <br><br>“Edelweiss,” she said, turning her attention back to the farmer’s daughter. <br><br>“Courage,” she responded. It was a game when she was child, not only a way for Ferox to protect her property but for the child to learn the meaning of <br>flowers and herbs and what they could be used for. <br><br>“Have at it,” Ferox told him, “I don’t quite care what you do. In fact I’ve been rethinking our terms. I may been a bit hasty in my wishes for you.” <br>Bethanny shot an eye to Justine, who was quickly throwing on a shift and was watching the situation with the intensity of a mouse playing with a cat. <br><br>“Perhaps I was wrong in thinking I could change you, physically or mentally. Or even if I do succeed it will be too much of a change and you will lose all that I find valuable in you. Mint?” <br><br>“Virtue,” Bethanny responded automatically. <br><br>“So, Richard after giving the matter long thought, you may leave. Consider the years I’ve given you as my regards. Southernwood?”<br><br>“A mirage,” Bethanny said. <br><br>“Course,” Ferox continued, “It would mean that the deal I have with your King would be null and void. Honeysuckle?”<br><br>“Bonds of love.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 08:10:45</strong>
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				At first it seemed to Richard as though he was actually getting what he had been screaming for inside his mind. Escape, a chance to get away and retain control over his life! To stay a man, to be the man he had made himself into! He would escape, and have years of life in which to continue his life, perhaps correct mistakes of youth he had always regretted! <br><br><em>“Course, It would mean that the deal I have with your King would be null and void.”</em><br><br>Those words were a cold splash of water upon his soul. He looked at Bethanny, his eyes torn as the spark of hope Ferox had tossed at his feet now warring with the desire to protect this girl he had rediscovered from his younger days, and now the threat that if he left Ferox would in turn punish the people of his kingdom. His head lowered to his hands, his fingers curling into his hair as his tortured soul for a moment considered damning the consequences and asking Ferox to show him the way to the door, to see if she was truly letting him loose. <br><br>But in the end, he knew he could never do that. He would never be able to throw another under the blade to suffer in his place. He drew in a shuddering breath as he raised his head from his hands, raising his eyes to Ferox as he remained where he was seated. <br><br>"What if I don't wish to leave?" He asked with a hoarse voice, struggling to conceal the twisted confusion that was filling him. Strangely, there was a part of him that truly did wish to stay, a part of him that desired to find a way to make Ferox look at him as an equal, to engage him in a true relationship. She was a vibrant and fascinating woman, and even if all the rest of the situation was terrifying and strange, the love he had felt for this woman in his youth was tugging at him to stay. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>24-10-2015, 02:19:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a4/24/14/a42414383471acef632614dace760016.jpg)</div><br><em>"What if I don't wish to leave?"</em><br><br>Ferox tried to make the smile that graced her face appear nonchalant. She had hoped that it would work out this way. The walk had been good to clear her head, to take stock of the present situation. Richard’s request had been an eye opener. She had always loved him for his stoic virtue, his good hearted nature and undying need to do what was right…she just didn’t want it interfering with her plans. She also didn’t need him constantly bucking under her control. Once in a while it would be amusing but she could see it losing its appeal. <br><br>That silent rebellion he was conducting simply wouldn’t do either. He would have to surrender to her and surrender of his own free will. <br>She should take more walks in the woods. <br><br>Ferox tied Betanny’s hair with a yellow ribbon, the color of protection, and took her time approaching Richard. Let him think through the millions of scenarios, let him fret over her next move, let him suffer the dread of his own decisions. <br><br>She cupped his face, running her thumb over top of his cheek bone. <br><br>“Pick a name Richard,” she told him, before leaving him once more. She motioned for Justine and Bethanny to both serve her in her nightly ritual. As they helped her disrobe she looked back to her future wife. <br><br>“Oh, and drink your tea.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>24-10-2015, 03:00:37</strong>
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				The paradox that was Ferox was clear just in her relationship with Bethanny. The girl had remarked earlier on how frightening Ferox could be, how fierce she was to any who displeased her. Yet here was that same woman, tying herbs and ribbon into Bethanny's hair, and the girl looked placid and serene about the entire situation, there had been a view signs of concern...but to Richard the entire experience appeared to be soothing to the younger woman, a touchstone to earlier days. So when Ferox looked up at him, and standing began to approach, he didn't know what to think. Was she about to beat him, humiliate him and show him just how weak he was, before forcing him from her home, or forcing him to stay? Which would be worse? He wasn't even sure of that anymore. Would she hold him, touch him tenderly and talk to him about how he would make a good wife? Would she do something else? There were too many variables, too much he still didn't know about this woman to even begin to try to guess how she would react. So it was with apprehension, and a dollop of fear and resolve, that he watched her approach him. When her hand reached out,he was unsure if he was about to be struck or caressed, but silently deciding to just accept it. <br><br>So when he felt her hand gently cup his face, and her thumb trace the line of his cheek bone, he was surprised at the softness of her touch. He closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly into the caress, oddly enjoying the simple act of being pet by this woman who had claimed complete control of his life. <br><br><em>“Pick a name Richard. Oh, and drink your tea.” </em><br><br>At first, he opened his eyes and looked at her with confusion. <br><br>"Pick a name? But I have..." As she walked away from him and motioned for the two younger women to assist her in disrobing, he stared at her with honest confusion. It wasn't until her face turned, her dress being slid from her shoulders, that he met her eyes and realized the import of her command. He had just accepted his fate, or at least had told her he would. He had personally committed himself to the fate she had chosen for him. Now, she was telling him that he no longer got to remain as himself, not even in name. His hands shook, as he stood and walked to the table. He had forgotten about the blasted tea. He knew it was changing him, along with everything else she must be doing to him. His skin was more sensitive, his chest felt odd, his skin smoother. He wondered if this would be the dose that finally made him look more feminine, or would it take several more doses before even the appearance of being a man was shed from him. How long before his manhood was removed...and how would that happen? Slowly, gradually? Or with a single snip? He closed his eyes, and with both hands so his shaking would not cause him to spill, forced himself to upend the entire mug, draining the tea in a long, slow draft. When he sat it down, he slowly turned to face Ferox. <br><br>"My mother once told me, had she born a daughter, she had wished to name it Trina." He said softly as he stood there, and waited for her approval.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>12-11-2015, 17:30:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a4/24/14/a42414383471acef632614dace760016.jpg)</div><br>“Trina, Trina, Trina,” Ferox rolled the name over her tongue, as if she was testing the weight of it. Justine and Bethanny buzzed about her, carefully removing her mud drenched clothes and gathering up bowls of lavender water to wash her down. <br><br>“It’s acceptable,” the witch finally stated, “Though it will have to be short for something. Katrina perhaps?” <br><br>She looked to him for acceptance as the girls began to wash her down. She took no mind of her nudity, nor how it might affect Richard. <br><br>“We’ll have to set up a time table for you. Riding in the morning, I think. Etiquette in the afternoons I think, perhaps dancing the evenings? Seems to be your favorite,” <br><br>Ferox said pointedly, tugging hard on Justine’s hair. The Princess for her part placidly allowed her head to be pulled back and simply swallowed as she awaited release. After a moment Ferox did just that, the message plainly sent. <br><br>“We’ll have dinner together in the evenings. I’m going to be preoccupied for a time and will have to truth that these two will ensure you attend your lessons.” <br>With that said the girls finished their task and dried off their mistress. When Bethanny offered her a gown, Ferox waved her hand and dismissed the pair of them.<br><br>“Go rest, the both of you.”<br><br>With nothing left to say Ferox closed the space between her and Richard, kissed him on the forehead and crawled into bed.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>12-11-2015, 19:18:09</strong>
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				<em>“It’s acceptable, Though it will have to be short for something. Katrina perhaps?” </em><br><br>"If that pleases you." Richard said, letting his face lower in a small bow of deference. He raised his eyes and watched as Bethanny and Justine took cloth and water to wash Ferox's bare body, he blushed at how unconcerned she was about her nudity before him, and embarrassed to feel himself forming a tent in the feminine dressing gown he wore. It was perhaps the worst part, being garbed as a woman while still retaining his male urges and his male body. It was embarrassing, and constantly struck home what was to come. <br><br><em>“We’ll have to set up a time table for you. Riding in the morning, I think. Etiquette in the afternoons I think, perhaps dancing the evenings? Seems to be your favorite,” </em><br><br>He blushed an even deeper shade of crimson as Ferox taunted him with how Justine had lured him between her thighs so easily with the dance and her urgings. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he managed to speak. <br><br>"I'll abide by your schedule. I'll also obey any other restrictions you wish to place." He said softly, not wishing to come out and bluntly tell her he would keep his cock in his...well not his pants, his skirt now...should she wish it. He was so uncertain of where he stood with her, it was perhaps the most frightening part of this whole thing. One minute they are in Ferox's personal brothel, and she is using Justine's throat to get him off, and then a pretty manservant for the same purpose, and then in the chambers it seemed almost as though she wished him not to desire any but her. It was a confusing tumble of events, and he was desperately trying to find his place. When Ferox dismissed the others, and kissed him on the forehead before crawling into bed, he paused for a moment beside it, watching her naked form slink beneath her covers. He stood with his hands awkwardly folded in front of him, trying to conceal his difficulty. He was unsure if she still wished him in her bed, but with no command to the contrary, finally decided to see what happened. He slowly eased himself into bed beside her, laying stiffly as he waited to see if he was about to be thrown from the bed to sleep before the fireplace, or if some other fate awaited him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 21:39:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a4/24/14/a42414383471acef632614dace760016.jpg)</div><br>For her part Ferox was pleased with the way things were turning out. Richard was clearly out of his depth and the once confident knight was bending to her will. No more proof was needed of this than his unease at whether he allowed to sleep in the bed. She could feel his hesitation and contemplated that when he did lie in with her, telling him to sleep with the dog, that he would need to earn the right to sleep with her. However this was a touch too much in the wrong direction. Instead when he finally did lie down, she threw her arm around his midsection and pulled herself close. <br><br>“Good night Richard,” she told him, kissing him cheek. <br><br><hr><br>In the morning, Ferox left before he awoke. She wasn’t lying when she said that she had matters to attend to. As powerful as she was she was still in a vulnerable position and needed to exercise as resource available to weather the storm. She may have been deathless but an eternity in comfort vs. an eternity in battle were very different things. She could only hope that the girls would do as they were told and ease Richard into his new routine. <br><br><hr><br>It was Bethanny’s job to make the tea while Justine prepped Richard for the day. <br><br>“Riding first,” Bethanny reminded. <br><br>“I know,” the princess snapped, searching through the drawers for an appropriate habit and shoes. <br><br>Bethanny rolled her eyes at the Princess’s bad tempter. <br><br>“You’re just upset your plan didn’t work.”<br><br>“Who said my plan didn’t work? All things in good time peasant.” <br><br>“Whatever you’re at, make sure it just ends with only your head lopped off.” <br><br>It was Justine’s turn to roll her eyes as she found the perfect outfit and she waited at the end of the bed for Bethanny to wait the once brave knight. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 23:40:31</strong>
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				Richard shifted his arm when he felt Ferox place her arm across his midsection and pull herself beside him, instinctively moving it to wrap around Ferox if she allowed it, as he let his struggling mind soak in the feel of her body pressed close to his. The feel of her lips on his cheek stoked his fire, confusing him further. It was strange how he desired, yet feared, this woman so much! He couldn't tell if he truly wished to remain, or if he was just doing it as his duty. But the thing that confused him the most, was that after forcing him to give himself a woman's name, she had spoken his true name to him as she wished him a good night. What did that mean, or did it mean anything at all? Was she saving that name for when he looked more feminine? Finally, his body and mind calmed, his problem below faded, and his body slipped into slumber. <br><br>Richard slept surprisingly well that night, waking at the feel of Bethanny's hand to his shoulder. <br><br>"I'm up..." He mumbled as he rolled himself to a sitting position, struggling to untangle himself from the blankets. He took stock of his body as he woke, searching it for new signs of change after last night's dose of special tea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 03:22:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwifqaBhcC1r7jm73o1_500.png)</div><br>“I’m glad to hear it, eat your breakfast,” Bethanny told him. <br><br>“Do hurry,” Justine chided, “Your riding lesson is in an hour and half and you need to get dressed.”<br><br>Bethanny held out a tray to him that was filled with eggs, fruit, and crumpets and of course tea. The girls own breakfast had been a simple affair but after the Harem with its constant excess it was a nice change of pace. They had slept together by the fire with the dog the previous night, with Bethanny giving the beast constant care and Justine complained about turning into Cinderella. <br><br>“Eat first, drink all your tea,” Bethanny added before placing her hand on his chest, “Any tenderness?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 03:26:35</strong>
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				Richard shifted to quickly accept the tray he was offered, settling it on his lap as he started to eat, feeling hungry as the smell of the food hit his nostrils. A small frown quirked his lips as he looked at the tea, but he just reached out and took a long draft of it before continuing to eat. He blushed as Bethanny laid her hand on his chest, shifting slightly against her touch. <br><br>"Yes it feels...strange." He said, unsure of how to explain how he felt as the tea effected it's changes on his body. It wasn't quite pain, but there was something different about how his chest felt as she touched it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 03:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/hansel-gretel-witch-hunters/images/f/f7/A_witch_image.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131118162556)</div><br>“I suspect as much,” Bethanny told him conversationally as she traced her fingers over the bulge of his muscle, “I remember when I started budding. Like your skin can’t decide where to go. You’ll have a nice pair,” she finally finished. <br><br>Justine loomed over the pair with a disapproving glare. <br><br>“By nice I hope you don’t mean big, like a peasants. No queen should have a bosom like a cow. Now, eat eat, you have much to do today.” <br><br>Bethanny rolled her eyes. <br><br>“He eats too quickly and he’ll be sick at his riding lesson.” <br><br>“<em>She</em> doesn’t eat now there won’t be another chance till dinner. Last thing you want my lady is to be enduring etiquette on an empty stomach.” Justine said, clearing her throat as she expectantly held out the dress. <br><br>Bethanny sighed deeply and sat down on the bed next to her knight gallant, laying her head on his shoulder. <br><br>“I’ll still call you Richard if you like.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 19:25:17</strong>
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				Richard blushed as the two women talked over what sort of breasts he would grow, the feel of Bethanny's hand upon his chest was good, comforting, and strangely different in how it felt. His chest was definitely changing, he wondered when there would be a visible sign of breasts there. He filled his mouth with food, not trusting himself to speak right now. <br><br>As Justine held out the dress he nodded, but quickly finished scraping the last couple bites of food into his mouth, before washing it down with the remnants of the damned tea. When Bethanny lay her head against his shoulder, he couldn't help looking down at her with a smile, his hand reaching over to shyly take her hand and give it a soft squeeze. <br><br>"I would like that, I am so afraid of losing all sight of who I am, of becoming consumed by this new thing that Ferox is making me into...." His eyes went distant, his thoughts wandering to what changes were due to come to his body, before snapping back into focus and he looked down at her again. "But, I don't want you to get into any trouble over it.....you know her better than I. If you think she would punish you for calling me by my name...well I don't want to see you hurt." He brushed one hand against her cheek before he stood. He gripped the straps of the nightie he had been dressed in and slid them off. <br><br>"Well, alright, what am I supposed to wear today?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>03-12-2015, 16:25:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwifqaBhcC1r7jm73o1_500.png)</div><br>Bethanny gave him another comforting squeeze before nodding in agreement. She would call him by his true name only when they were alone and Ferox…and Justine were out of earshot. When he stood and took off his nightgown, she couldn’t help but smile. He was a pretty fellow. <br><br>“You’re riding this morning,” Justine snapped, breaking the haze of the pair and thrust the dress upon him. “So it’s a habit, with the right boots.”<br><br>The dress was made out of her fairly durable material, with an extra panel so the wearer could ride side saddle comfortably and was a deep forest green. <br><br>Bethanny eased herself away from the pair to retrieve underthings for him. She scooted Justine away as she dropped to her knees to help him into his pantaloons and knee high socks. <br><br>“You know your way to your instructor?” She asked. Justine had gone back to the wardrobe to search for another dress, this time for etiquette class. <br><br>Something simple but pretty. She sighed when she spied a bright blue day dress that in a previous life would have suited her just fine. <br><br>“Come back straight after,” Justine commanded, “You’ll have to change after all that time in the wild.” <br><br>Bethanny shook her head as she set about tying the laces on his wool socks just above the knee. <br><br>“So bossy,” She muttered, “You’d think that fucking you gave her would shut her up.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>03-12-2015, 21:04:50</strong>
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				He accepted the dress that was thrust upon him, turning and laying it on the bed while he accepted Bethanny's help in getting into the undergarments. <br><br>"I never thought I would miss pants this much." He muttered as he stood there blushing, being dressed in women's clothing. Looking down at his body he thought it looked softer, the hard planes of his masculine body beginning to fade. His skin smooth, hairless. It was frightening to think that every day his body was going to be less his own, and more Ferox's vision of him. <br><br>"Ya, through the halls to the magic doors that take me where Ferox wants me to go." He sniped back at Justine, his own temper showing a little. "The halls and doors have changed each day I'm here based on her whims, do you really think I've memorized that woman's whims? Don't worry, I'll come back to play dress-up again." <br>&nbsp;<br>He actually had to raise his fist to his mouth to suppress the laugh that started to erupt from him at Bethanny's remark. <br><br>"Well, I guess the ice queen just won't be melted no matter what our efforts are." He said with a smile. A small shiver passed through him from Bethanny's nearness, her hands toying with laces above his knees, so close to his panty contained manhood. It was embarrassing and erotic and confusing, this whole situation just had him spinning like a top. He was glad he had Bethanny with him, at least he knew she cared. "You know, I wish Ferox had taken longer to return last night. Justine got to claim what she was asking for, while all you were able to do was watch. I had rather hoped to spend more time with you...maybe we can still do that, while I'm able to...I mean if you want to...if it won't get you in trouble...at some point." He was stammering, and confused over his own impulses. Part of him saw Bethanny as the young girl he had tried to save. But his body now was as young as she, and for now he was still a man...and she was sweet, and caring...but he didn't want to see her get into trouble, and was worried he was being rather too forward. Though in honesty...it wasn't as though he had much left to lose, or time to waste being timid. He didn't know how much longer he'd even be able to do what he wished to do with her. <br><br>He reached over and started to slide into the riding dress, thankful for the fabric hiding his face and his blush after that forward offer he had made. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 20:11:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwifqaBhcC1r7jm73o1_500.png)</div>Bethanny may have laughed at Richard’s sarcastic quip to Justine, but the princess’s face became only more pinched. She was not used be being a laughing stock. <br><br>“Fine, take none of it seriously. Have the high priests wipe us off the face of the earth. Let’s just hope the soldiers take pity on us and merely burn us to death rather than taking their pleasure first. How many do you think Bethanny could take before she begged for the stake?” <br><br>Justine let that linger in the air between them, turning away from the pair to find him shoes to go with the dress. <br><br>“Don’t mind her too much,” Bethanny told him as she stood to help him with his corset. He didn’t have anything to fill it with yet, but give it time, “She has a sense for the dramatic.” <br><br>Her smile returned when he called her an ice queen, but faded when he made his fumbling attempt at propositioning her. It wasn’t that she was unhappy about it. It was just complicated and not at all how she had seen things. She offered up a wistful glance though, full of promise. <br><br>“I would like that,” she told him quietly, holding out the dress for him to get into, “but not here. Somewhere away from prying eyes.” <br><br>“Why are you still here?” Justine snapped, breaking the momentary spell between the pair, “Were you this late to battle too?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 21:19:08</strong>
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				Richard's face became grim and angry at Justine's remarks, if Bethanny hadn't pulled his attention back to her his temper would likely have slipped once more. He couldn't help grunting in surprise at the snugness of the corset, feeling ridiculous in the female clothing he was wearing. <br><br>As Bethanny implied she thought he was propositioning her here and now, his hands came up, patting at the air defensively as though to ward off any anger. <br><br>"Oh, no no, I didn't mean right NOW, I mean, things are busy. I just meant...well I wanted you to know I cared about you, and I find you attractive, had things been different....I mean you are a woman I would have....I mean if we find a time where we can and you wanted to, I would...Oh bother." He flattened his hand over his face, blushing scarlet over the situation. There was a reason he hadn't pursued women much in his life, he could face a witch without fear, but a woman he desired? Not so much. <br><br>So when Justine came into the room and snapped at him, he broke. Between the shame of his situation, his embarrassment and uncertainty with Bethanny, and his already growing anger at Justine, he just could not take it anymore. <br><br>He spun to glare at her, stalking across the room in a deliberate stride. He stopped when he was chest to chest with her, still tall enough (Thank the gods he hadn't been shrunk in height by the damn potions!) to glare down at her. <br><br>"Tell me....<em>princess</em>...is it normal for a lady in waiting, or handmaiden, to snipe and deride her....mistress?" The last word came out of his mouth with a sickly twist to his lips, the thought of what he was becoming still not settling well with him. But his eyes were boring into Justine. He was sick of this, sick of her games, sick of her remarks. "If you wish to help me to become the....to become what I have to become to help everyone, then fine. But if all you wish is to insult me and attempt to demean a lifetime spent at war with the darkness....then just get me my clothes, and keep your tongue between your teeth. Ferox does quite good enough reminding me of my place beneath her, I will not have you sniping at me in those few moments I'm allowed to relax." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>09-12-2015, 04:54:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwifqaBhcC1r7jm73o1_500.png)</div><br>Bethanny giggled at his response, amused by his flustered expression before she kissed his cheek and smoothed the edges of gown. She would be glad of any attention he should care to bestow on her. <br><br>She was still smiling when he told off Justine. It was good to see Richard regain some of his spunk. He would need it for the trials ahead. Except she felt that he was headed towards dangerous territory. He confronted Justine on her nonsense, cornered her, chastised her, and thereby left her only one way to gain the upper hand. <br><br>She cried. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>09-12-2015, 08:02:25</strong>
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				"What the..." He exclaimed, surprised to find that she was crying. Guilt immediately started to wash through him, he didn't want to make her cry! Hell, he wasn't a bully, he was just sick of that smart mouth of hers! He looked back at Bethanny, lost, before raising his hands and gently patting Justine on the shoulders. <br><br>"It's...it's ok, why are you crying? For the last day you've been a hellbitch spitting fire at me, now you break down? I wasn't that mean! Calm down now." He tried awkwardly to sooth her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>29-12-2015, 23:40:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/e85b/f/2008/250/9/5/95d27b06bf6de622658e3f2fc911804c.jpg)</div>Bethanny would have liked to have warned Richard that this was a classic woman’s trick. It came out of necessity for sure, given that women had so few weapons, but it was still an underhanded trick. <br><br>She said nothing on the matter though. Best to let him learn for himself. Perhaps even use it against Ferox one day. Justine for her part was determined to make the most of his confusion. She went so far as to increase her wailing and lay her head on his shoulder, her tears flowing freely. <br><br>“Can’t you see I’m only trying to help you?” She asked. “All I do, as unseemly as they appear is to aid you and you all you do is mock me. The both of you.” <br><br>She pulled away then and wiped her eyes. <br><br>“Perhaps I have been too shrill but it’s only to impress upon you the need for success,” she hiccupped, “I’m sorry, I’ll return to the Harem since my help is not wanted.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 16:53:39</strong>
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				To say that Richard was confused by this development would be the world's greatest understatement. Until now this woman had chewed up iron and spit nails, with nothing but a scathing voice and harsh words....now she had crumbled against him, sobbing as she claimed it had been he who was being cruel. When she told him she would leave, he gripped her shoulders and looked down at her. <br><br>"No, no that isn't...good God. Listen, I am sorry if you thought for some reason I was being mocking, I wasn't. Maybe we just got off on the wrong foot, and we both have just misunderstood each other?" He babbled, finally starting to find a center as he tried to find how to deal with a hysterical woman. "I don't want you to leave, I need your help. This is all...so new and frightening for me! I'm sorry if I have seemed callous, but...well you've been a bit of a bitch to me! And I'm scared Justine....I'm paralyzed with fear at what Ferox is doing to me! Every day I wake up I have to take stock of my body to see what is still me, and what is becoming what she has decided is to be the new me! From one day to the next I don't know if I'll still be a man, or if I'll become some strange hybrid between the two, or just a woman! It's....God's woman...it's terrifying!" He confessed to her, trying to explain why he was behaving the way he was. <br><br>"I just...you and Bethanny are the only two people I can talk to aside from Ferox. I would like it...I'd just like to be your friend, or at least not have to sit and wonder if you are going to deride me every time you enter the room." He stopped his babbling, and drew a deep breath as he forged ahead. "Listen, I'm sorry if I've been hard on you, but I really do need you and all you know. If I am to become what Ferox has decided I must become, I will need help, and I'd rather it come from you than someone Ferox chooses for me. Forgive me?" He asked gently. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>04-01-2016, 16:47:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4c/a9/25/4ca92539a366ceb529034f01880e93e9.jpg)</div>The smile that graced Justine’s face curdled in her victory. Christ the knight was easy. He was one of those men that all you needed to do was squeeze out a few tears and they would crumble before your feet. Bethanny was the only one who saw her sour expression and rolled her eyes, but otherwise did not intervene. <br><br>Justine gave little thought to Richards…Katrina’s doubts and fears. They meant nothing to her except as something to exploit in the future. She thought about keeping up the ruse, creating an illusion of soft smiles and understanding for months, perhaps years to come. It would be one way to get what she wanted. <br><br>Eventually she decided against it. She would never be able to keep it up and even if she did, the punishment would be worse if she feigned friendship. People tended to be vicious when they’ve had their emotions meddled with. Instead of wiping her eyes and telling him that it was she who should be asking for forgiveness, Justine pulled back with smirk and dry eyes. <br><br>“Think you could do that to Ferox?” She asked. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>04-01-2016, 19:21:54</strong>
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				When Richard realized it had all been a lie, that her entire performance was just that, a performance, his face swiftly shifted from confused concern, to rage. The hands that gripped her shoulders tightened into a crushing grip as his brows drew down, and he saw red. <br><br>"No. Because I'm not a manipulative, scheming little bitch who think's she's better than those around her. I have honor, and have always, and will always, be as truthful as I can! And you, my rotten little whore, can go to the harem, or to hell, for all I care." He growled as he shifted and pushed her hard out of his way, throwing what strength his body had behind it to propel her across the room. "I'll be at my lessons." He growled as he stormed out of the door, slamming it shut behind him as he stalked down the hallway, stumbling a bit as he was forced to adjust to moving in the damned dress he was now forced to wear. <br><br>"Where the hell is that door?" He muttered to himself as he cast about to see what Ferox had changed and kept the same about her tower today. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 07:29:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://reneelouise21.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/blonde-beauty-for-the-harem1.jpg)</div>Justine rolled her eyes when he told her to go to hell. So maybe it was cruel trick, but it wouldn’t be the last anyone would play. Nor would honor help him when he needed to get the edge on Ferox…or some other courtier. <br><br>“Where do you think we are?” She asked his back as she left. Bethanny went to her side, to check over the forming bruises on her shoulders. <br><br>“You shouldn’t provoke him,” She chided. <br><br>“He needs to learn,” She snapped back, shooing the girl off. At that Bethanny shrugged and went to look after the dog, as Justine busied herself picking out the next dress he would wear that day. <br><br>“I take it you won’t be leaving us then?” Bethanny asked. <br><br>“Of course not,” Justine responded blithely, “Someone needs to turn him into a proper Queen and it won’t be you Farm Girl.”<br><br>Bethanny shrugged, quite convinced that this would all end in tears and perhaps a beheading. <br><br><hr><br>As he asked where the door was the wall before him transformed into one. Ferox’s enchanted keep was nothing if not courteous. It even opened. Behind it was a wide green field and the same instructor waiting for him in his fine black clothes, holding onto an even finer grey mare. <br><br>“My Lady,” he greeted, his accent lilting off his tongue as he bowed, “Are you ready for your lesson?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 17:44:14</strong>
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				"I'm not a la....." He started to snarl, but caught himself, brushing his hand over his face, noticing that even though he hadn't shaved in days, he had no trace of stubble. That small fact was enough to sink a stone in his stomach, bringing home more than the shifting emotions and odd sensations across his chest, that his body was definitely being altered on a fundamental level. He sighed as he looked up to the horsemaster. "Yes. Lets see if I can learn to ride like a girl, hmm?" He finally said, defeat in his voice as he walked up to the mare and tried to remember what he had learned the day before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-01-2016, 21:21:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J9XeVcf.jpg)</div>Ferox was not a politician, but by some twist of fate she had become a ruler of many lands and necessity drove her to learn the tricks of the trade. <br><br>Which is why she sat in her throne room trying to maintain an interested expression as this diplomat or another went on and on about the grain harvest. These things were of very little interest to a being who could control the weather and create food from rocks. However, if her grandwitch had taught her anything it was that one never wasted magic. <br><br>So she tried to comprehend how certain taxation would disrupt this or that, and tried to decipher whether it was to the fields benefit or the nobles. By all the gods above and below she wished Richard was here. He would be able to sniff it out, to advise her on her next move. All she wanted to do was turn this dull trout of a man into a dancing bear and amuse herself for the rest of the afternoon. <br><br>Instead she snapped her fingers and her flute boy entered from a side room, bearing her a cup of wine and offered it. In thanks she ran her hand through his hair and <br>placed him by her chair. <br><br>The man couldn’t hide his leer at the tender flesh she petted and she decided that dancing bear was too good for him. <br><br><hr> <br><br>The Master of the Horse bowed deeply to his new lady and offered a majestic grey mare for her. <br><br>“I’m sure you will be finer than Godvia herself,” he told her, offering to help him up. <br><br>It did not faze him that Richard was still a man garbed in woman’s clothing. It was not his place. If his mistress said that she had a new bride, then she had a new bride. It was merely his duty to teach his new Queen to ride. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>20-01-2016, 16:53:10</strong>
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				"Thank you." Richard grunted, trying to be gracious, trying not to take out his anger, confusion, and frustrations out on this man. He couldn't believe how Justine was treating him. He had been nothing but nice to her! Was it so hard to just find more than one person in this insane asylum who wasn't looking to abuse him in some way? To the hells with it, he was on a horse now. At least he could enjoy a ride, some fresh air....the wind in his face. Clear his thoughts, and purge his soul for whatever came next. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 03:23:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a4/24/14/a42414383471acef632614dace760016.jpg)</div>“You’re doing very well milady,” the riding instructor praised, “Almost as if you’d been born in the saddle. Now let us bring the horse into a canter.” <br><br>Sergio had to admit that this was going better than expected. He thought that his newest pupil would rail against having to ride side saddle, that he would insist that she was indeed a he and should be treated as the warrior he once was. Instead his lady Katrina guided her horse expertly and allowed him to show her the details of riding as a proper lady. <br><br>Yes, it was turning into a pleasant lazy afternoon. Until the fox ran by them and two more figures appeared as though out of thin air. <br><br>“After him,” Ferox called, riding her own black stallion who eyes blazed though he had seen the fires of hell. Her flute boy followed gaily behind, his laughter echoing off the trees. “Catch the fox!” <br><br>She gave a whoop of excitement and kicked her horse into a gallop. Sergio shrugged his shoulders and snapped his heels against the side of his horse, urging the beast to keep pace. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>17-02-2016, 01:57:00</strong>
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				All was going well, Richard was learning to handle riding side saddle at a canter, though he constantly felt as though he were about to fall off, and was fast coming to the conclusion that he would have to try to talk Ferox into letting him ride as a man would, this side saddle horse shit was deplorable! <br><br>Then Ferox burst through the underbrush mounted on a stallion from hell, her damned flute boy riding behind her, as they pursued a fox! <br><br>"What the...?" Richard exclaimed as he struggled to control his horse, urging it to a higher speed to keep pace. Again and again he started to slide, until he just cursed and flipped one leg over the saddle, gripping with his legs to stay astride as he fought to keep pace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>07-03-2016, 18:06:00</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ba/02/dc/ba02dc28d270bbf6c251c5dcfde0741c.jpg)</div>The terrified fox ran ahead of them, it’s little belly swaying with each frantic step and huffed each breath. He had to get away! He refused to be caught by that witch. <br><br>Ferox for her part let out another bellow of laughter, her red hair wild and flowing behind her. She rode barefooted and without saddle, almost as though her and the horse were one. She refused to let the little fox get away and every time it thought it was safe she would throw up a hill or a ravine or a geyser of fire to complicate its path. <br><br>She watched Richard ride behind her from the corner of her eye. It seemed that he had grown frustrated with trying to ride like a woman and reverted back to his male attributes. Ferox slowed her horse at that and allowed him to catch up. <br><br>“Forgetting something?” She asked, directing her eyes to his improper posture with a smirk. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>07-03-2016, 18:17:49</strong>
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				Richard grimaced at her remark, and her smirk. Blushing as he sat astride the horse in a dress that was hiked up past his now mostly hairless thighs. Sitting like this, even in the wrong saddle, was natural enough that he could flow over the terrain on horseback, he didn't want to ride like a damn woman! <br><br>"I don't see you riding sidesaddle!" He growled as their horses sped through the brush side by side. "Is this really necessary?"<br><br>He knew he was pushing it asking that, and he rose up slightly, making it obvious he was getting ready to throw his leg back over the saddle if she demanded it, but he truly hated riding so out of control. He'd seen some women with custom skirts for riding that rode as men did, perhaps he could talk her into allowing him to do that? But perhaps he would be better off waiting until she was in a good mood. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>12-03-2016, 03:12:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwmme9fA761qdj3boo1_500.jpg)</div>It seemed as though Ferox’s long lashes caressed Richards thigh as she cast her eyes upon them. <br><br>“Yes darling,” she cooed at him, laying a hand on his supple flesh and giving a squeeze, “But you’re my wife and therefore are held to a higher standard.” <br><br>At that she raised that same hand and the panting fox, it’s fur wet at the ends and its tongue lolling out, turned into a portly naked little man. <br><br>“I suppose you’ll want a ceremony,” she said with a long suffering sigh, “Church wedding sometime around June, your former King to give you away?” <br><br>Her flute boy had dismounted and took a saddle blanket from the horse, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he handed it to diplomat. <br><br>“I don’t think at this point it’d be appropriate for you to white though.” She then tapped her finger against her chin, “Though when I do change you I suppose you would be a virgin.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>12-03-2016, 04:17:42</strong>
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				Richard blushed as he saw Ferox eyeing his bared leg, his cheeks reddening further when she brought her horse adjacent to his to lay her hand on them. As he looked at his leg he was a little terrified to see that his body was slowly rounding out, his muscles losing the high tone of a man's leg, and gaining that subtle roundness of a woman's limbs. It wasn't too noticeable now, he only saw it because he was watching for his body to change, but it brought home to him that the drinks and other efforts of Ferox were undeniably continuing him along the path of transformation. It was also surprising that the feel of her hand on his thigh sent a thrill through him, he enjoyed the attention, he liked the fact that she seemed to like what she saw. <br><br>He blinked in surprised when the fox changed into a portly, naked man, especially as Ferox continued speaking of the marriage, and him being a wife in front of the man. His blush mantled higher on his cheeks, not knowing who this was, and found himself watching the ground rather than look. <br><br>"I uh....well I think a ceremony would be nice. I don't know that I want the man who sold me to you to give me away a second time though." Richard grumbled, squirming awkwardly in his saddle. As she went on to discuss if he could wear white, he shivered with mixed fear and anticipation. He couldn't deny that every time he had shared Ferox's bed, it had been a thoroughly pleasurable, if sometimes frightening, experience. The question of what he would be once changed was confusing enough though without wondering if he qualified as virginal. <br><br>"I guess you would be the best judge of whether I will be a virgin at that point." He said softly. Finally he screwed up his courage to look up at the man wrapped in a horse blanket on the ground. "Umm...who is that, and why were you hunting him, if I may ask?" He questioned softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>13-03-2016, 16:31:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0b/3f/88/0b3f88e3b9a953ac5b834d18d47cc38c.jpg)</div>“Perhaps I should let you wear white, you certainly blush like a maid,” She told him with a wolfish grin and raised her hand ever higher under his skirt. <br><br>“Oh him?” She continued, glancing at the pathetic little man, “A diplomat from someplace or other. He was ungallant.” She left it at that before releasing Richard and kicking her horse back into a trot. <br><br>“Sidesaddle Katrina,” she called over her shoulder as she went to catch up with flute player. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>13-03-2016, 22:52:25</strong>
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				Richard blushed even further as Ferox slid her hand under his skirt further with her remark, a visible shiver passing through him as her hand approached his cock, and then slid away. He was almost in a surprised daze when she suddenly bolted away. He was about to thump his heels into his horse when she told him to sit sidesaddle. Grumbling, he threw his leg back over and managed to arrange himself in time to spur his horse on to catch her. <br><br>"So...where are we going?" He called out as he approached her once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 20:48:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7b/e8/11/7be8119f3426e5431b6257bf2d884622.jpg)</div>“We?” She asked, turning half way in the saddle to look his dead in the eye, “We aren’t going anywhere. You are going back to your lessons and I am going to handle the ambassador.” <br><br>At this point her flute boy was holding out his horse for the portly little man, now wrapped in the blanket, trying to keep something of his dignity together. <br><br>“If you had wanted to attend such matters,” she informed him primly, “You should have taken my offer years ago, before you stabbed me.” <br><br>She was smiling at him though and there was a dare in that leer, tempting him to challenge her. <br><br>“Though if you are so desperate for my company, perhaps you could convince me to lay matters of crown aside for the afternoon with some pleasant diversion. I believe that’s what wives are for.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 21:56:39</strong>
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				Richard's head jerked back a bit when she told him he was to go off to return to his lessons, and that his right to be involved in matters had ended when he stabbed her years ago. At first, he was almost offended and hurt, but then he saw the smile, saw the way she was looking at him. Her followup offer had him blushing crimson. <br><br>"Ah...well...ah..." He babbled for a moment, trying to figure out what he did want. Did he want to go back to lessons and doing lord knows what? Or did he want to...entertain...his future...wife? With his cheeks mantled crimson he looked up at Ferox once more. <br><br>"If you plan to hold my stabbing you against me we'll have a rather rough marriage. I won't be of much use as a domestic...wife. But I do still know things that may help you." He offered, before shyly looking away from her. "If you aren't in a rush to attend to anything...it might be nice to spend some time together. You could give me lessons in how to be a proper...wife." His voice cracked a bit at the end, a mixture of excitement and apprehension filling him as it always did when he contemplated spending time with her. The strangest thing, was that he truly found himself hoping she would have him stay with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 23:26:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/01/ad/7301ad2496ab8de8a1981c18b0ccab66.jpg)</div>She wasn’t sure how she felt about letting go the fact that he stabbed her. It was rather a traumatic event and an excellent arrow in her quiver should she ever need to win an argument. <br><br>“Sure you wouldn’t rather spend your time with Justine?” She parried, it certainly wasn’t the only arrow she had. <br><br>The sudden image of him scrubbing pots, belly extended with child and still sporting a full beard crept into her mind and she threw back her head laughing. It would appear to all present that she was mad. Finally, her mirth spent she brushed a tear for her eye. <br><br>“I imagine you embroider horribly with those big hands,” she leered before motioning for him to follow, “Just because you’re coming with me now doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about last night.” <br><br>With that final warning, she kicked her horse into a canter and caught up with the until recently foxy diplomat. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 21:06:38</strong>
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				His cheeks flared with renewed crimson as Justine was mentioned, a look of anger flitting across his face. <br><br>"If you want the truth, I find you far more attractive than Justine. With you I know if you decide to kill me or control me you will do it to my face. She's a scorpion hiding her stinger behind a smile, waiting for a weak moment to strike." He muttered in reply. When she started laughing he was worried about what could have sparked it, her sudden remark about embroidering putting a look of horror on his face. <br><br>"Good god don't make me do that ridiculous pass time. The lessons are bad enough." He said softly, urging his mount faster until he caught up with Ferox, reigning in so he stayed behind his mistress. "I meant what I said last night. I surrender myself to your will." He said softly, watching her from the corner of his eye, part of him afraid just mentioning last night would get him slapped out of his saddle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 05:25:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://pictoday.ru/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/margarita-kareva-4.jpg)</div>When he reminded her once more that he surrendered to her will it dissipated what little anger she had left. Instead of ‘slapping him out of his saddle’, she reached over and briefly took his hand. <br><br>“You’ll make a fine wife,” she told him fondly, “Even if you can’t embroider.” At that she clapped her heels against the horse’s flank and drove the beast forward. “Come now Katrina, let’s see if you can make yourself useful.” <br><br>She decided to take the long way around the field, skirting across the edge of the great dark forest. Her flute boy sided his own young pony up to her and said something cheeky about the diplomat. She in return grinned and ruffled his hair. <br><br>“Where shall we go today?” She asked him, waiting for the light to spark in his eyes. <br><br>“Katrina coming too?” He asked excitedly, despite Richards dismissal of him he was rather fond of his new mistress. <br><br>“She refuses to embroider,” Ferox teased, as she waited for Richard to catch up with them. Looking back between her two companions a wicked smile graced her pretty lips, “Perhaps we should bring the ambassador back home with a personal escort?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 09:28:55</strong>
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				It seemed his doom to remain in a perpetual state of crimsoned cheeks as he constantly found new things to embarrass him in this new life. When she reached over and held his hand he smiled, enjoying the sight of this soft side of her. Even if her words did make his cheeks heat, the intent and feeling behind them let him keep his smile, even laughing a small snort of of chuckle as she mentioned his lack of embroidery skills. He urged his horse forward as best he could, still struggling with the concept of being forced to ride side saddle, small mutters of soldiers oaths of frustration escaping his lips as he kept shifting in the saddle for the proper seating, perpetually afraid he was about to slide right off. <br><br>As he caught up with Ferox and the flute boy he found himself both pleased to see the look of fond affection she held for the boy, and his own twisting anxiety about what had passed between them. Richard was straining to keep any semblance of his status as an alpha male as long as he could, and the events with the boy in the harem had seriously shaken him. He didn't hate the young man, he just couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable around him. As he rejoined them, he looked between the two, the look on his face making it clear he suspected he was being talked about. The wicked smile on Ferox's lips only served to reinforce the thought in his mind and he found his just faded flush mantling his cheeks yet again. As Ferox asked if they should escort the ambassador home, he found his emotions flying into a twisted tangle. <br><br>On one hand, there was the immediate instinctive hope that somehow in traveling elsewhere he would meet someone who could help him escape the situation he was in. That thought was swiftly dashed from his mind, when Richard gave his word he kept it, that his word was sacred was a pillar of his life, he would not surrender that just because he was being changed. His next thought was fear and shame at the thought of being paraded through towns dressed as a woman. <br><br>He shook his head, scattering any self serving thoughts from his head. If he was to be spouse to Ferox and help her, he needed her to trust him and know he gave her advice that he truly believed would help her, not what would serve him. <br><br>"Whatever you think is best Lady Ferox, I certainly would love a longer ride with you." He started saying, trying to stay as formal and submissive as he could, especially since he didn't know how good the ambassador's hearing was. He didn't want to give the impression that anyone in Ferox's court would counter her wishes. "I don't know what your schedule is for the rest of the day, or how far away the good Ambassador lives, are you able to afford being away for long enough to honor him with a personal escort? He does look rather...flustered. I'd hate for him to get lost out here. Seeing to his safe return would help diminish any offense cause by....showing him how it feels to be be on the other end of a fox hunt." Richard said softly, a tiny grin forming on his lips as he took in the man who had a short time ago been a fox. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 18:35:31</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/72c7236f154ae7c96cebea09b2992841/tumblr_o1ebbtC9ZN1silnnno1_540.jpg)</div>Ferox tilted her head towards Katrina as she spoke. The ambassador did not deserve such official treatment, he was a cur and another round roll of cheese that surroundings kingdoms sent to her in hopes that she would lessen their tributes. <br><br>“I wish to speak to their king,” she told them, with a flourish of finality. Then she pointed to the little man comically wrapped up in nothing but a blanket, situated behind the item of his lust. <br><br>“Lead on, you’re going home,” she commanded before guiding her horse into the dark overgrowth of trees, “I’d like to be back before lunch.” <br><br>“But your majesty, the journey home takes many days…” <br><br>Ferox raised a brow at his protestations, “I said lead on,” she told him coldly. The diplomat swallowed roughly and nodded before the young lad on the front of the horse lead them deeper into that mysterious glen. <br><br>“Katrina,” Ferox called out sweetly, “Come closer dear, we have much to discuss concerning the wedding.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 15:07:50</strong>
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				"Yes Milady." He answered immediately as he clucked to his horse and brought it up alongside Ferox, facing her as he rode beside her. He looked back and forth between the diplomat and Ferox, wondering what had sparked her rage at the man, but not wanting to question her, especially where it could be overheard. He decided to try for a little humor to lighten her mood at his own expense. <br><br>"If you don't want to see me in white for the wedding, I hope you will at least refrain from decking me out in bows and pink lace. I think I'd die of shame if I had to face an entire room dressed like a porcelain doll." He said softly with a self deprecating smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 17:23:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/16ffc91fef5d6c36b7d3d38943b88889/tumblr_ntmipbOa0N1sy8m4po1_540.jpg)</div>Ferox lips pursed in amusement as the entered the twisted and tangled web of overgrown trees. It was not called the Dark Forest for nothing. Only splinter shards of sunlight pierce the malicious looking canopy. <br><br>“Well not for the wedding, perhaps the wedding night?” She teased. It was an empty threat. Their wedding would be consummated in the wild, her in her true form and him with his newly formed quim waiting for ravaging. <br><br>“You’re not afraid are you, milord?” She called out to the diplomat as they continued deeper into the Dark Forest. The little man quivered like a bowl of jelly as the black creeped in about the edges and seemed to suffocate the sunlight. <br><br>“N-o-o your majesty,” he replied and the flute boy laughed. <br><br>Ferox herself smiled and cast that glee towards her intended bride, “I suppose you’ll want a feast,” She sighed, “Something for the peasants…”<br><br>She paused in her musings when a low growl was heard echoing across the forest. Ferox's smile never left her face as she tilted her head towards the sound. "Dark but not empty." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 18:07:37</strong>
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				At her words suggesting the pink bows and lace for the wedding night, Richard blushed crimson as the image came to his head of himself, only more feminized than he was now, tied up in nothing but pink ribbons to a bed. The idea was both frightening and exciting, a strange thrill at the concept of being submissive in their relationship. <br><br>"Well...if that would make you happy, I'm sure I could suffer through it, since it would be private." He said softly, watching the ground. He looked up when he heard her call out to the diplomat, the man's fear a palpable thing as he moved through the shifting shadows. He couldn't help but return the smile Ferox gave, it was a feral, gleeful smile that was infectious, and Richard was surprised at how much it pleased him to see her happy, even if her joy was coming from tormenting a man. From what he had seen, the man had earned her ire, perhaps he would learn to guard his tongue in the future. <br><br>"The common people rarely think about their masters, except for when they are forced to pay taxes, when they are oppressed, or when they are given an excuse to celebrate. I have always thought celebrations that give to the people are the easiest and cheapest way for a King, Lord, or perhaps Queen, to show their subjects that they care about their lives. And I would think you would much prefer the common folk to speak of the grand feast you gave them, rather than the dark stories that make them fear and hate you." He said gently, hoping that she would not take offense to his opinion or attempt to give advice. <br><br>When the growl echoed through the forest, Richard's hand flashed back over his shoulder, blindly groping for a blade that he had never been without, but which he no longer was able to carry. A brief look of pain and fear flitted across his face at the realization he was unarmed and defenseless, before his features smoothed in acceptance. <br><br>"I've never felt more naked in my life." He grumbled, his eyes searching the darkness for the source of the growl, his fists tightening as he resigned himself to the thought of having only his fists to fight with if something darted from the shadows to attack. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 14:55:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/e18aa87f0f33a82d9cd2cf34cb19a686/tumblr_o0fw75AQsJ1uxzaf6o1_1280.jpg)</div>Ferox slowed to regard him as he gave her advice. “Perhaps,” she conceded, “But I’ll have to smite a few of them, I do have a reputation to keep my dear. Wouldn’t want the populace thinking I’ve gone soft.” <br><br>A feast, a wedding…all things that previously the deathless witch could have done without. Perhaps her first inclinations had been right and she should have never left her forest. The beast growled again and she laughed when he reached for his sword. <br><br>“I’m sure we could work on that,” she told him and made a move to tug on his dress. “Have no fear, the beasts here due my bidding. At least most of them.” <br><br>The light that had been snuffed out by the forest, seemed to be flickering once more around the corners, gasping for life. The tangled branches too were unraveling and in the distance there was the faintest outline of a great castle. <br><br>“Have you ever been to Euriptine?” Ferox asked Richard, “I hear the wine is quite pleasant.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 05:59:08</strong>
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				The look on Ferox's face gave him hope, she wasn't angered at his boldness to speak to her as he had, she was at least listening to his advice, even if she wasn't certain to follow it. It made him think that perhaps with time, he could become happy with his place by her side, that the two of them could do good. <br><br>His thoughts were broken by her leading her horse closer and tugging on his dress. His face suffused with blood once more as he met her gaze with a look of surprise in his eyes, and then a strange mixture of excitement and fear at the thought of her stripping him down here and now. His jaw opened and closed as he tried to think of a proper reply, when they were suddenly greeted by rays of light, and the distant outline of a castle. Her next question gave him an out, something to latch onto and talk about without having to deal with the nervous excitement he had felt at her remark. <br><br>"Ah, once or twice in my former...profession." He answered quickly, pausing as he thought of how to phrase what followed. "They called for help several times with...practitioners of the dark arts...most of the claims I investigated were just frightened women the nobles had accused to pacify the locals, but there were a few times I found a true threat in their fields." <br><br>He glanced over at her, trying to get a feel for what she was planning as he finished. <br><br>"I never visited the castle, I just spoke with the local nobles who called for my services. I can verify the rumors though, their wine is excellent. I recall a particularly fine red vintage I had when I last visited, a gift from a noble for capturing a witch who had been using children to fuel her own youth and powers." He paused, one hand lifting to run along his stomach. "Before you healed them and started to change my body, one of the most vicious scars on my body came from that case. She nearly disemboweled me. Had a trick with making metal rust and fall away at her touch, made my armor useless." He mused absently, his mind running back through that time and the faces of the children who had been caged in the witch's home while he had engaged her over the bodies of his two squires she had killed in her first pass. "It was sheer luck that we even found her home, a woman traveling on the road had stopped at our inn to report seeing a woman dragging two children down a country road...we never did find the woman after we captured the witch." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 14:54:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/3abc80fef181cb6eeef5914a5dfda66a/tumblr_npjjiz8TbC1uxzaf6o1_1280.jpg)</div>“Dirty magic that,” Ferox commented, though it appeared as though her attention had wandered, “Done by witches with no more real magic than a tickle wren. Vain too, not the most attractive of sins.” <br><br>She tapped her finger to her chin then, “Though the spell with the armor might come in handy. I wonder how she did it? Perhaps a charm…” It appeared to those involved that Ferox’s mind had wandered, no longer concentrating on her companions and the still ominous growling from the dark forest. <br><br>Even that was fading, as more and more light swelled in the frame of their vision and before them stood a castle that looked as though it was from the pages of a fairy book. <br><br>“Rightly so you didn’t find her,” Ferox suddenly told him, “Bad business turning in witches, real witches anyway. We tend not to look too kindly on it. Ride on Ambassador,” she called out, nodding for her flute boy to spur on the horse, “Tell your King we will be joining him for lunch.” <br><br>Ferox looked over Katrina once more before shaking her head at his appearance. It simply wouldn’t do. She snapped her fingers and Richard once again looked like the fearsome knight who had made her Ferox the Deathless. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 04:40:39</strong>
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				"You don't look at it kindly, those who are oppressed by the dark witches tend to be grateful when someone would show me how to find them." Richard noted, before Ferox told the ambassador to leave them. He looked at her nervously, wondering what she had in mind. The way she was looking her up and down, her head shaking in a way that made it clear she wasn't pleased. For a moment he was terrified he was going to find himself in the pink lace and bows he had been threatened with before. When she snapped her fingers, Richard blinked, looking down and gasping in shock, thinking for a second that he had been restored. Lifting a hand he touched it to his chest, and for a moment felt cold steel. At the same time though, as his arm moved, he could feel the silk of his dress moving, his fingers pressing against his tender chest and what he was certain would become his breasts. He looked back up at Ferox. <br><br>"I suppose this is more impressive than a crossdressing knight?" He snapped, angry for a moment as he was reminded of what was being taken away. He closed his eyes though, taking a deep breath as he bowed his head and accepted reality for what it was. "Please, forgive me. I was surprised." He apologized. He looked at his saddle, before speaking again. <br><br>"Ferox, should I remove the saddle and ride bareback? An armored knight riding sidesaddle...will look odd." He questioned, waiting for her reply and hoping he had not angered her with his outburst. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 19:35:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/79/6f/ad/796fadbc72bc4cd881f03e172072004d.jpg)</div>The annoyance that momentarily clouded Ferox’s eyes was not due to his outburst but the groveling that followed. <br><br>“Richard,” she told him lowly, her voice the same buzzing as the air before a lighting strike, “If I had wanted a doll I would have made one. Or perhaps you long to join the harem have adopted their sycophantic ways.”<br><br>She left it at that. The lightening never struck and that unsettling smile returned to her face, “This Kingdom has ties to your old principality if I remember correctly. I’m sure they will inform your King that I am enjoying his gift. I’d hate to seem ungrateful.” <br><br>Looking over the saddle she sighed, she did wish to waste anymore magic on something so trivial. After all she would need her reserves for what was to come. <br><br>“I suppose that would be best,” she acquiesced, “But don’t lose it, you’ll need it for the ride back.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 22:13:45</strong>
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				Richard paused after she rebuked him, surprised at how fast she shifted from annoyed back to almost gleeful as she spoke of how the news of his presence at her side would no doubt spread back to his former King. He unsaddled the horse, hefting the weight with surprising difficulty. He had to remind himself that even though he appeared to have his old form back, his muscles had been diminishing day by day in this new form. He trusted he would not become truly weak, but the immense strength that had been the hallmark of his life and reputation was being bled away by this transformation. He awkwardly reached down, finding a way to grip his skirts and pull them up high enough to allow him to mount bareback without being able to see his skirts was a strange experience, but as quickly as he could, he mounted up, and held the saddle against his hip. His intent was to drop it at the edge of the forest, thinking it would be easy to recover on their return trip and not cause questions to be asked. <br><br>He sat his horse beside her for a moment, before he turned to look at her and just spoke his mind. <br><br>"Ferox, what <em>do</em> you expect of me? I meant all that I said last night, I surrender myself to you and the changes you wish to make to me, but, I feel like I'm standing in quicksand, waiting for the sands to swallow me up and I don't know which way to step. Being...submissive...is not in my nature, so I am sorry if I'm having a hard time reaching the correct balance." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>30-05-2016, 21:34:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/62/e9/0e/62e90edcb22ffb8b3d2e6ac3378788dd.jpg)</div>That question gave her pause. What did she expect of him? All those lonely nights while she recuperated from his betrayal and planned this revenge, how did he suffer? <br><br>When her vengeance had cooled, and she dreamt of him lying by her side, how did he respond to her affection? When her power grew and longed for his companionship and council, what advice did he give?<br><br>Now that she had him, how exactly did she want him to behave?<br><br>The truth was too wretched to admit. She wanted something outside of even her power. She wanted to turn back time to the fateful day when he tried to kill her and have him say yes. To be an equal partner, someone to help her take down a cruel empire, perhaps even be a true parent to Betanny seeing as how she was less that apt at it. Now what she wanted concerning him were wrapped in a thorny embrace of her anger. She wanted him to suffer by her hand…and love her for it. <br><br>“You’ll learn,” she finally settled on, “Though some of the lessons may be cruel.” <br><br>A large castle crested above the horizon and she smiled. <br><br>“I wonder how long that gaudy thing would stand up to an earthquake?” She asked no one in particular before casting her eyes back to Richard, “Perhaps we’ll find out if lunch isn’t up to par.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 17:15:03</strong>
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				Richard nodded to her reply, his mind turning over her answer. Apparently he was not going to receive any hints from her for now, so he would simply have to pay attention to what incited anger, and what brought approval, and hope that her mercurial moods did not shift and bring his deductions to a swift calamitous conclusion. As they reached the edge of the forest, and the horizon opened up enough to reveal the castle above, he leaned over and dropped the saddle he carried at the base of a tree, wincing a little as he flexed his arm, surprised by the ache that had settled in it from even the relatively short time he had carried the heavy saddle. <br><br>Richard looked up at the castle and saw culture, civilization, and law. The hallmarks of what he had tried to defend and support in his lifetime. So when Ferox spoke of shattering it with a quake, he could not keep a small frown from his lips. <br><br>"I am fairly certain an earthquake would be devastating, and a number of children, servants, and men at arms would be killed or maimed. I don't know how that would improve the taste of future meals though, unless fear and sorrow are your spices of choice." He replied simply, dropping his gaze to pay attention to his horse as he rode beside her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 06:29:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/81/b2/e8/81b2e8e9cf53039958dd00ac3f4ba700.jpg)</div>“How did you know my favorite sauce for cold mutton?” she asked him, her smile never leaving her face. “You will find Richard, that I do not take kindly to be disrespected.” <br><br>When she had first tumbled into her crusade, there had been many of the gentry who had scorned her. Threatened her with death, tried to chase her out of their castles and worst of all, offered vinegar wine. However, as tales of her punishments and torments spread however, the dinners went from palatable to palatial. <br><br>She wondered if they would be so wise today. <br><br>“You, little ferret man!” She called ahead, “Go announce our presence!” <br><br>It was then that her flute boy nodded, clicking his heels against the horses flanks and cantering them towards the palace guards. Now was the real test: would they let them in? Try to arrest them?&nbsp; Or welcome them like gracious hosts? <br><br>“So Richard, what are you going to tell his majesty? That I’m a cruel mistress? That you learned to scrape and kiss the hem of my gown? Or are you going to try to cry for help?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 06:41:18</strong>
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				"I've always known that disrespect was not a dish you savored. It is something we hold in common." He answered quietly as they approached the palace. <br><br>The return to civilization was a strange experience for him, he had become accustomed to the strange isolation of Ferox's home. Stranger was people looking at the strange retinue that approached the palace gates, Richard shifting his shoulders, feeling so strange as the fabric of the dress pulled against his flesh while to his eyes, he saw steel plates lifting and settling. There was no question Ferox was a gifted practitioner. <br><br>Her question caught him by surprise, his head lifting to look over at her, a measuring look on his face as he considered his answer. Finally he gave a small, almost tired smile. <br><br>"I will give you what I have promised you and myself I would give. The truth. If he asks, I will tell him my King betrayed me and sold me in exchange for your mercy. I will tell him you spared my life when you didn't need to, and offered me a chance to serve, and that I accepted. Unless you wish me to tell him otherwise? I will protect you from attack if possible, and give my honest council if you wish it." He promised her, dipping his head in a small bow as he rode beside her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 17:34:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.hdwallpaperpc.com/cover/87/Video_Games_Dota_Windrunner_Redhead_Drawing_86709_detail_thumb.jpg)</div>Ferox’s lips turned into a thin line. She wasn’t sure why his answer displeased her. It seemed that it should make her overjoyed that he bent so easily to her will. <br><br>“Glad to hear it,” she informed him, “I doubt I will need protection from the likes of them. They however might need protection from me.” <br><br>The ambassador it seemed was not so foolish as to call to the castle guards for aid. Instead he angrily shouted at them, while they barely concealed their mirth behind armored hands.&nbsp; The horns blew and the drawbridge was lowered. <br><br>It was a fine castle to be sure. Built more for style than fortification, given the peaceful nature of this kingdom. There were more pretty young boys to take their horses inside, and one of them was so bold as to offer his arm to Ferox. <br><br>It caused his comrades to still. To be sure they knew who she was and had all avoided looking at her, instead had made themselves busy aiding their nude ambassador, her flute boy, and Richard. Whom, she noted, they looked upon with a sort of boyish admiration. They knew him by reputation of course. <br><br>She took the boys arm after all. There was a scar across his face, that obscured his otherwise pretty features. Even though he flinched when she raised up her other hand, she still pressed her thumb to his forehead and with the slightest pressure ruptured his ruined skin until his features were once more unmarred. <br><br>“Thank you, boy,” she told him, “Now, go tell your King I wish to speak to him about that naked mole rat he sent him.” She swatted him on the backside when he turned to go deliver her message. <br><br>He had the good sense to blush and bow again. <br><br>“Come darling,” she cooed, motioning for Richard to take her arm, “Let’s see if you need to defend my honor.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 19:38:38</strong>
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				Richard was quiet as they came up to the castle, watching those who gathered in the courtyard as their strange procession entered the gates. The nude ambassador was certainly cause for attention, but it seemed he couldn't be all that popular a fellow, if the reactions of the guardsmen to his embarrassment was any sign of their regard for him. When a young lad came up to his horse to steady it for him to dismount he nodded to him with a smile, noting with a little discomfort how each of the young men were very pretty for boys. Perhaps he was just oversensitive because of everything going on with him. <br><br>He carefully dismounted, doing his best to make it look like a natural and easy movement, and not to look like he was trying to swing his legs around in a dress! He thought he managed it with fair grace and strode past the boy holding his horse, clapping him approvingly on the shoulder with a nod as he strode to stand beside Ferox. Perhaps it was just that he was accustomed to how young men looked at him, or that he was not prone to stroking his own ego, but he took no note of the way the young men looked at him, taking note instead of the way Ferox was reacting to the young man who stood beside her. <br><br>He watched with surprise as Ferox laid her thumb upon the lad's brow and exerted her will to cleanse the blot of a scar from his skin. He had to hold back a snort of laughter when she suddenly swatted the boy's ass to send him on his way. When Ferox beckoned him over, he linked his arm with hers, leaning in closer to speak softly to her. <br><br>"That was kind of you." He observed with a small smile. "I hope that the king takes his cue from your kindness. Though I doubt you would need me to defend anything, I will watch your back." <br><br>It was moment like this which had Richard conflicted over Ferox. He could truly be happy at her side when she showed kindness with her power, helping those who could not help themselves. It made him content to think of his place at her side if that were her goal, though he still shook with fright at the thought of the changes his body would continue to go through. The quicksilver nature of her temper though had him worried that the slightest spark could set her to leveling broad destruction on the source of her anger, something which could harm an unknown number of innocents. The dual nature of Ferox left him conflicted and torn, but he had given his word, and above all he believed ones word was a bond not to be broken. He had given himself to her, and now he would fulfill that oath to the best of his ability. He would just struggle his best to ensure that if her temper did slip, that the damage would be confined to the singular target of her ire, and not an act of wrath that shook the foundations of this kingdom. <br><br>"If you are insulted do you wish me to answer the challenge to your honor? I am not what I was, but I think I could still take down any of the pups this king has as his knights, though it may ruin my clothes." He asked her, a small quirk to his brow as he offered to stand as her knight in truth, a touch of humor in his voice at the mention of potential damage to the dress her illusion hid. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 16:50:03</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/df/21/da/df21dac63f8b4b8afb59026f4db50327.jpg)</div>She waved her hand as if to scoff at the notion of him defending her honor, or perhaps it was in dismissal of him ruining his gown. <br><br>“You have a wardrobe full,” she reminded him, “And if you like I’ll call in the most talented seamstresses in the kingdom to make you more.” <br><br>In truth Ferox was not anticipating a fight. She was fully expecting the King to be a smarmy git, to try to sweet talk her into leniency and then her making a light show so spectacular that he shit his silk britches. Afterwards she would offer him a heartfelt invitation to her Samhain ball. <br><br>All in a day’s work. <br><br>Despite her previous ire, she had to admit to herself that she like the feel of him leaning against her. That this was all she ever really wanted, him at her side while she took on the world. <br><br>They were lead through the surprisingly open concept palace, another sign that it was a recent construction, by another one of the pretty boys. A valet this time, decked out in purple velvet. <br><br>“I’m sensing a theme,” she murmured to Richard, nodding her head in the direction of a young maid. Her black hair shone like ebony and more elaborately styled than one would normally find in a household servant. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 21:48:45</strong>
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				"I'm not exactly in a hurry to get more...clothes." He muttered, blushing as he walked beside her. The large, open construction of the palace was pleasing to Richard, something different from the enclosed feeling of Ferox's enchanted tree that he had been a prisoner in for what felt like ages. For a few moments, he just relaxed, letting himself enjoy having Ferox on his arm, pressed close together as they moved through the halls. <br><br>It wasn't until Ferox brought his attention to it, that he took note of the pretty maid and pretty boys who had all been the servants. His lips turned down in a pensive frown, before he disciplined his features to stillness. <br><br>"You're right. Well, this palace is beautiful. Perhaps the king has a bit of a fondness for surrounding himself with beauty...in all forms?" He mused, trying to see things in a positive light. His eyes were troubled, his thoughts turning to the darker side, that perhaps this king and his nobles staffed the palace with beautiful servants, because they weren't able to object to being used. He had seen it before, had tried to end it where he could...but he was a witch hunter, not a king. His legend may have grown, and his reputation may be grand, but in the end, he had no voice in the doings of kings and nobles. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 03:03:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/86/e3/9e/86e39e61a937c53d152595186845181a.jpg)</div>Ferox gave a shrug, like it was all never mind and no matter. “I suppose I surround myself with pretty things too,” she told him as she squeezed his bicep, <br><br>“Though I’m sure it’s quite the tale of how that young lad got his scar. I wonder if it’s how he got lasses into bed? Do you think I’ve doomed him to a life of celibacy?” <br><br>Her features almost looked concerned, but her eyes once again darted to painting on the wall. She rushed up to it, to examine the brush strokes and marvel at the image. <br><br>“Do you think I purchase some artists?” She asked him, “I don’t really understand the point of it, but every castle I go to know seem to have some of these things,” she told him, waving her hand at the framed picture of three young boys practicing music. It a gaudy thing, to match the rest of the castle. Every time the eye turned it would be greeted by softness and rich color. <br><br>The other outstanding feature of the castle, the pretty servants, were eyeing Ferox with equal curiousity. They were skittering about the corner, all trying to catch a glimpse of Ferox the Deathless. <br><br>“If you would please,” one of them began and then stuttered over what exactly to call her, “Your Majesty? His Highness would be honored if you would join him for luncheon.” <br><br>Ferox looked over the partially hidden crowd slyly, and with a wide grin she turned back to Richard. <br><br>“What do you think darling? Should we eat or demand he see us on an empty stomach?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 07:14:34</strong>
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				Richard blushed crimson at her remark, not used to the idea of being called pretty, the entire concept of being a pretty boy, or as he soon would be, a pretty girl, strangely thrilling and terrifying. He was thankful for the distraction of her question of the boys scar. <br><br>"I'm certain there is a story, but with as pretty as he is I doubt he has any trouble warming his bed at night if he wishes." He murmured, smiling at the look of concern that briefly flitted over her features before she scurried off to the painting. He followed her over, looking up at it, noting that it too featured young boys. He was starting to feel concerned about what they would find here. <br><br>"I don't know that pieces like these would suit you. Perhaps you could commission an artist to paint scenes from your forest, or if you wish people, maybe some of the women of your harem would enjoy posing for a portrait?" He suggested to her as an alternative to a gaudy display such as the one above them. He looked over at the young boys who approached, waiting to see if&nbsp; they would s crew up the courage to speak. When Ferox turned back with a wide grin he offered her his arm once more with a smile of his own. <br><br>"Milady, I think your wish is my command, but I see no harm in a discussion over a meal. It may help make for a more intimate setting...less political pressure on our every word if it's only us and the king I mean." He hurried to conclude, blushing a little over the phrasing 'intimate setting' as he thought again of her teases about binding him in the woods with her pink ribbons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>04-07-2016, 18:27:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/dda4788859edcd83e4c08bd043393eec/tumblr_njfhihEIGI1rbzrrzo1_500.jpg)</div>She tisked at the notion of the harem girls posing for portraits. “I’m sure that would please those vain sluts,” she laughed, “Though it would give them something to do rather than just lay around and get fat.”<br><br>It felt good, almost unsettlingly so, when he offered her his arm without prompting and she found herself unsure as she accepted it. She still smiled at him and allowed herself a moment of human feeling as she eased into his side. It was only a moment though, before she answered the boy. <br><br>“We will join the King,” she informed him, “Tell him to bring out his best wine and that I’m fond of pomegranate pastries.” <br><br>The boy swallowed, an action that did not go unnoticed by her before nodding quickly and bowing deeply as he pointed the way to the King. <br><br>“The steward will announce you,” he informed them before scurrying off to see if the kitchen staff still had pomegranates out of season. <br><br>“Shall we my darling?” She asked Richard, before looking over her shoulder and loudly whistling for her flute boy to join them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>04-07-2016, 19:01:19</strong>
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				"I am certain the diversion would be welcome by them. I imagine they don't find themselves in your company often enough to keep them truly busy." He remarked with a smile before she took his arm, he enjoyed the feeling of walking and speaking with her like this. He hoped there would be more times that their life could feel the way it did right now. <br><br>When she made her request of the boy, Richard had to work hard not to show surprise at her choice of food, walking alongside her, glancing back to take note of the flutist catching up. <br><br>"Of course Milady." He replied, smiling and bringing his other hand over to lightly brush his fingers over the back of her hand in a strangely tender display. He had surrendered himself to her last night, and while it was going to take time to fully come to terms...he was going to let himself enjoy being with her. His old life and duties had demanded he try to slay her, but now his own liege had sold him to the witch, so he saw no reason why he should not try to embrace his new life, to the best of his ability. "We should be careful, your flutist seems to be the sort this king prefers for his servants. Perhaps he should stay close?" The constant stream of pretty young boys in the palace had him nervous, it wasn't normal, and it had him concerned that this king might think the lad they had brought was a gift. He was frightened to think of how Ferox would respond to that assumption if it occurred. <br><br>"Did you select an out of season treat on purpose, or are those truly your favorite?" He asked her softly, curious to know if she were intentionally testing this king. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>15-07-2016, 03:28:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5775/23097804774_8d622981ff_m.jpg)</div>“Fruit of the underworld, why wouldn’t it be my favorite?” She asked him as she followed yet another beautiful human specimen. He was a touch older though, still clinging to the last shreds of his youth but maturity has his claws deep in him. Truth was she wasn’t all that fond of Pomegranates, and much preferred the berries that grew in her forests but knew of their reputation and used them when she wished to cultivate an air of sophistication. <br><br>When he mentioned her flute boy she looked to him with fluttering lashes. <br><br>“Yes he is,” she turned to head to make sure that the boy was keeping up, “Why do you think I brought him?” <br><br>They stopped abruptly at a large wooden door, ornately carved the Steward bowed and two valets opened the doors. He then announced them. The King was already seated but graciously rose to greet them. He was man in his fifties. Thin, even though his table was laden and well dressed, right down to his matching stick pin. <br><br>“Ferox,” he greeted, taking her hand and kissing it before clapping his thin hands against Richards armor. “It is a pleasure to meet you both in the flesh. Please join me,” he gestured to two heavily embroidered chairs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>04-08-2016, 07:06:41</strong>
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				He gave her a grin at her retort about the pomegranites, shaking his head and letting the matter drop with a chuckle. As she made it clear she had brought her flutist on purpose, Richard was left wondering what her intent was. Was the boy to be a gift to act as spy? Was she trying to tempt or taunt him into offending her to her face by pursuing her servant so she would have an excuse to vent her ire at him? Did she think it would soften or distract the man? Richard didn't know this king well enough to judge what effect the boy would have, so he decided to simply watch and see. <br><br>He nearly had a heart attack when the King clapped his hands against Richard's shoulders, he was terrified the man would feel the silken ruffles of the ridiculous dress he had on in reality. He hid it well with a stoic face, but he flashed a look of relief at Ferox when the kind turned away from him, clearly not noticing anything untowards. <br><br>"Of course your Highness, thank you for the invitation." Richard murmured softly, stepping to the side of one chair, holding it out in preparation to push it in for Ferox as she sat as was her due. He would wait for her permission before he would sit, waiting to see if she wished him to stand guard behind her chair, or sit by her side. If he did sit, his chair would be pulled out enough that it would not be difficult for him to rise in a hurry, and let him watch Ferox's back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>29-08-2016, 17:22:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img13.deviantart.net/f50f/i/2011/321/9/1/black_witch___rosenrot_by_artmatrix-d4gg9jy.jpg)</div>Ferox took her seat and then nodded for Richard to join her. She doubted that the King would be fool enough to attack her in his court. If nothing else, it would make a mess of these fine rugs. There was no need for Richard to hover behind her chair and wreck his feet in those heels. <br><br>Still Ferox could taste disrespect in the back of her tongue. There was no your Majesty or your highness or him falling to his knees. Still she screwed on a smile after taking a long draught of wine. It was good. <br><br>“From your lands?” She asked, nodding to the fine crystal goblet. <br><br>“Yes,” he replied cheerfully, “There’s something about the terrior here, it gives the wine that slightly smoky sweet flavor.” <br><br>“Yes, the land is important.” She agreed, holding his eye for a moment longer than necessary. She squeezed Richards hand, “My knight finds your forests very impressive. You must take us hunting some day.” <br><br>“I’m afraid I don’t hunt beasts,” the King informed her, whilst slicing into a thick piece of meat. <br><br>“I can see that you have more refined tastes,” Ferox teased as two more beauties came and placed down filled plates in front of herself and Richard. <br><br>“Since you don’t hunt the beasts yourself,” Ferox continued, “I don’t see quite why you unable to make your tribute.” <br><br>“Ferox, honestly,” the King said exasperated, “I know you are new to governing but such topics should never be discussed over food. Causes indigestion.” <br><br>It was at that Ferox smiled, and lifted the glass once more. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>04-11-2016, 00:26:57</strong>
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				Richard was surprised to find Ferox reaching over to squeeze his hand in a show of affection, and couldn't help a pleased smile from flashing across his features before he schooled them once more. The woman was quicksilver, her moods harder to track than wind over stone! But perhaps there was hope for a happy life here...<br><br>He sampled the wine lightly, not wishing to drink deeply, he was determined to keep his wits, this was not a situation where he wanted to be even slightly out of control of himself! <br><br>Richard nodded politely to the pretty serving boy who delivered the food, smiling politely and trying to ascertain if the lad was a willing servant or here against his will. The lad kept a smooth face though, and gave Richard nothing to go off of. <br><br>The king however was giving far too much away. His tone, his words, there was no sign of respect, deference, or even of treating her as his equal. It was a recipe for disaster, it was asking for trouble. Richard took a single slow bite of the steak before him, before glancing up at the King. <br><br>"You on the other hand your majesty, have been trained to rule since birth,&nbsp; and treating with other rulers since you reached the age of majority I would imagine. So I must say I find your familiar use of my Queen's name without her permission or an honorific before it to be more closely resembling a deliberate slight, rather than an absent act of a busy man." Richard remarked in a mild tone, his eyes raising to meet the gaze of this ruler whom was tempting fate by provoking Ferox. "We all do occasionally make mistakes however. Perhaps you simply wished to make my Queen feel more at home by speaking to her in a familiar tone. However I should warn you, indigestion will be the least issue at this table if my Queen continues to be insulted. You are in no position to tutor her in governance, so I suggest respectfully that you temper your words your Majesty, and recall who you are speaking to." <br><br>His words expended, he took his gaze from the King, glancing to Ferox to see if she was upset that he had acted in her defense, or pleased.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>15-11-2016, 22:51:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSpgroN6OND6DYlKN5jl1zGPpPbizYAMoLGvhqRR4KUiUTCNIKzSG417A)</div>Ferox was pleasantly surprised at his defense of her. She took his hand and kissed the back of it before casting her eyes in daring question at the King. So this is what all those maidens were going on about. Why they were willing to let someone else defend them, rather than taking the glory of a well won battle for themselves. It was a pleasant feeling, like the warmth from wine. Not one that she would trade solely if she had to give up battle but one she could see herself indulging in from time to time. <br><br>The King on the other hand looked at them with barely confined disdain. His face finally settled into one of disturbed amusement. Like watching your puppy piss on your neighbors rug rather than yours. <br><br>“You’re quite right Sir Richard. Forgive your Majesty. Is that the correct term for you? I can never keep up with what you people call yourselves these days.”<br><br>Ferox smiled again and snapped her fingers for more wine. The boy eagerly came to refill her glass. <br><br>“It’ll do, for the likes of you. Tell me pretty one,” she grinned at the beautiful boy, “Does your king treat you well?” <br><br>“What does that matter?” The King retorted before looking at Richard “And you noble knight? How do you find your slavery?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>16-11-2016, 01:45:42</strong>
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				The king did not take Richard's hint. He'd attempted to give the man an out, a way to gracefully step back from the inevitable confrontation he seemed determined to build towards. Richard would have felt bad for the man, if the king had not been staring at him like a piece of dung that had been dropped onto his carpet. <br><br>The knight stiffened as the King asked him of how slavery suited him. Richard slowly raised his gaze back to the petty ruler who refused to show the grace or majesty such men were meant to possess. The soft fabrics of the dress he was garbed in, the unfamiliar feel of ladies undergarments, and the painful pinch of the heeled boots were suddenly very prominent in hid mind. Tangible reminders of the invisible yoke around his neck. But it was a yoke he had chosen to accept last night, so even as his face suffused with blood as he blushed crimson, his features turned down to a scowl, hoping the redness would be taken as anger and not the shame he knew Ferox would identify it as. <br><br>"Apparently I have always been a slave your Majesty. My King sold my life and soul to my Queen for a price they agreed upon without ever speaking to me. The only difference, is that while my former King pretended to be a man of virtue, who took an oath to protect me and care for me as his vassal, an oath he broke....my Queen has never to lied to me. She has informed me of the entirety of my fate and future with her from the moment I was passed unwilling into her hands. Now I serve her willingly, and will answer any insult or threat to her person with the same vehemence as I ever defended my past liege, have no doubt of that. She is my Queen, I have sworn her my loyalty, that is all that matters. The fact that you need to ask why it matters if you treat your servants well only proves you to be as much a slave master as my former King. How we treat those beneath us reflects the purity of our souls and intent." He bit of his words at the end, sitting straight as he stared at this petty king, a man who surrounded himself with beautiful boys, boys who likely entered service not knowing what their fate would be. He wished he had known of this before, back when he had been riding through these lands at the head of an army! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>17-11-2016, 22:31:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e0/27/d3/e027d377cf809e3a9cc40d4b6662397e.jpg)</div>It would have seemed to the passive observer that Ferox had lost interest in the conversation about her. She had drained another goblet of wine and was now studying it. She tossed the gold cup back and forth between her hands, rolling it against her palms, before producing a knife to trying to pop out a gem. <br><br>“I ask cause I want to trade,” she told him, the edge of her tongue pressing against her lip as the ruby in the glass held firm, “Grown bored with mine, and yours are nice enough.” She positively leered at the cluster of boys by the door like she was about to eat them. “But if you’ve treated too nice they’ll just whine.” She spared Richard a glance then. “I get enough of that from this one.”<br><br>In truth his speech had warmed the cockles of her heart and she intended to tell him later that night. Perhaps tell him that he didn’t need to learn embroidery after all. For the moment though, she ignored his attempts at valour. <br><br>“Your ambassador seemed to like my fluest well enough,” she told the king, snapping her fingers for the young blonde boy to rush to her elbow. He was barely dressed, a pair of dark brown britches and cream colored shirt open to the navel. “I must admit I find most ruling tiring, but it does have it’s perks.” She confided, flicking a nipple. “So two of yours for one of mine?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>17-11-2016, 23:28:07</strong>
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				Though her earlier remarks about knowing the King would fancy her flutist had keyed him to the fact that she had a plan here, it took everything he had to stop himself from showing surprise when she announced her desire to trade. He had thought it her way of egging on the King, or of some other plan of manipulation. It never occurred to him that she would leave this boy she had rescued, back in the hands of a man who would no doubt abuse him again! For a second, his jaw opened, the thought of objection upon his tongue, but his teeth clamped shut when she glanced at him and remarked on how he whined. He bowed his head, leaning back in his chair as he conceded the floor to his Mistress, to his Queen. He hoped she did not think of what he had been saying as whining...hoped that he was reading the situation correctly. But it was hard to tell with a woman as nebulous as she. <br><br>He watched the young flutist, and the king, observing the expressions of both, worried at the hunger in the King's eye that even a statesman's skill could not conceal. Richard did not like to think of the boy in that lecher's grip...but he had no say, he had to trust Ferox, and obey. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 21:47:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/9a/9b/71/9a9b715f36ad65712f473e429f1c6ff5.jpg)</div>The king gloated and looked like a bloated corpse full gassy fillings of his smugness. It seemed to him that Ferox was in fact no better than she should be. A lustful barbaric being that thought nothing more than her own rutting pleasure. Nevermind that he thought of little else and just dressed up his lust in silk. <br><br>“Two?” He parried with a laugh, “Mine are soft and well trained, I can only imagine the half wilf thing you will leave with me.” <br><br>Ferox snapped her fingers and flutist dropped to his knees, her fingers carding through his hair. “I’m not an easy woman to please. Those that displease me even in the slightest are thrown in the dungeon, harvested for,” she waved a hand, “other means. This one though, he’s survived me for two years.” She kissed his temple, “Oh the tricks he’s learned. The only reason I’m giving him up is because I’ve been devoting my time.” She flicked her eyes to Richard, “But I need two pretty things to instruct the rest of my harem. I’m tired of being bored. I’m sure you can relate.” <br><br>The king laughed then and clapped his hands, “I can my dear.” He was torn between relishing in finding another monarch that shared his tastes and the continued haughty cloud of superiority to the wood witch. “Light or dark?” he grinned. <br><br>“One of each?” She returned with a laugh. <br><br>“One of each,” he echoed with equal good will. “But they only get to go if they can please your knight.” <br><br>At that, her smile dropped and she looked to Richard with a shielded gaze. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 22:26:07</strong>
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				Things seemed to be going according to plan. The king clearly pleased with this side of Ferox, his face filled with his own lustful smugness as he leered at the flutist. Richard's cheeks mantled slightly red as she spoke of devoting her time elsewhere, the flicker of her eyes to him making him shift in his seat, his sensitive, softening skin growing goosebumps as the soft fabric shifted against him. This was all so insane, so strange, they were bartering for flesh! Was this how he had been sold to her? <br><br>His eyes went wide when the king suddenly added a condition to the trade. <br><br>"They most cer..." He started to retort in surprise when Ferox slid her eyes to his, watching him. Measuring him. Waiting for his reaction. <br><br>He closed his eyes, breathing deep as he felt his entire face pink with a fiery blush, unable to believe he was part of a bargain of flesh like this! He couldn't&nbsp; bear it...yet what choice did he have? His Queen was making a bargain, and he had sworn obedience to her last night! He didn't like the thought of it, didn't know what sort of pleasing he would be expected to take part in......but how could he demand respect be given to Ferox, and then disobey her? Besides.....Richard's eyes flickered for a moment to the flutist, his blush deepening, as he remembered the young man giving him pleasure, it hadn't been all bad, even if it had only deepened his confusion. <br><br>Richard raised his eyes back to Ferox and inclined his head low to her. <br><br>"I mean...please forgive my surprise. I am at your command my Queen." He spoke loudly so all could hear his submission to her, dutifully showing that she had his obedience and respect, before whispering softly for her ears only. "Please, if you desire this for your plans, I will do whatever pleases you, but please don't make me put on a spectacle for that lecher.....or leave me alone with whoever he chooses." His voice was a hoarse whisper as he asked her to stay with him, even as he surrendered to taking part in whatever acts would further whatever plot she was working on. His mind racing at the thought of her leaving him, and the illusion concealing his dress he wore fading, revealing to all that he was garbed as a female, revealing the small, budding hint of a swell at his now smooth bosom. His face stayed composed, but within, he was shaking with fear over what was to come, and oddly, the thing that scared him the most was being separated from Ferox. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 23:46:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img14.deviantart.net/7187/i/2013/313/b/d/red_haired_witch_by_veramorrigan-d6tkstr.jpg)</div>The mood had changed, no longer was it threatening to turn on a edge of a blade and slit all their throats. Instead Ferox and the King talked openly and amicably. He relaxed in his position as a true monarch and her in knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. That despite his fancy clothes and works of art, he was no better than a rutting beast in the woods. <br><br>She said no more to Richard but kissed his hand. There was something akin to guilt tickling her chest when it came to this deception but her noble knight was not a trickster by nature. She needed his honesty to pull this off.&nbsp; Though she had no intention of allowing this noble to see her beloved in the buff. <br><br>The King laughed when they brought out the pomegranate pastries for dessert. <br><br>“Very droll, your highness,” he laughed. He turned thoughtful, eyeing the server who brought it to them with barely concealed shaking fingers. Apparently word had gotten around, two of them were to be sacrificed to the witch. <br><br>“What do you think of that one?” He asked, gesturing to the raven haired boy who had just finished laying down a plate in front of Richard. Ferox turned and looked to her betrothed, waiting his response. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 06:28:32</strong>
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				Richard was concerned at first as Ferox declined to reply to him, a line of sweat running down his spine as he imagined being revealed in his partially altered, femininely attired glory to the King and whoever they chose....it terrified him to think of being a spectacle of that nature! When she lifted his hand and kissed it, the hand gripping his guts and heart eased slightly, reassured that she at least was acknowledging his presence in an affectionate manner, perhaps there was hope it would be a private event at least. <br><br>So he sat beside her, nervously shifting occasionally as he tried to regain his outward composure, tried to look nonplussed by events and the remarks that were being exchanged back and forth by these two monarchs. When the pastries were brought out, all he could think of was the relief he felt at this hopefully being nearly over. His eyes caught the young man's shaking hand, and the look of fear, confusion, and maybe hope intermingled in the young man's eyes as he took in the strangers who he had been told might be taking some of them away. The witch whom all feared, and the knight young men aspired to be, was this good, was this a death sentence? The boy was clearly uncertain, but trying valiantly to hide it. <br><br>It wasn't until the king asked what Ferox thought of the man, and his eyes turned to her to catch her watching him, that he realized he'd been staring at the young man. A slender body of a young man who had never been put through physical hardship, and though babyfat still softened his features and gave him that youthful, cherub-like innocence to his face, his body seemed lean and sleekly muscled. The lad seemed young, just barely old enough to be deemed a man, and his fingers looked more akin to holding instruments than weapons. Richard found himself looking at the young man's lips, and blushed as he jerked his eyes back to Ferox, and coughed, his own eyes downcast to try to hide the confusion, the fear, and doubt that wormed through him. <br><br>"He seems like a nice young man." Was all he could bring himself to say before reaching for his goblet of water, and draining it in a thirsty gulp as he kept his gaze averted from them all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 23:05:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/dc/f8/3f/dcf83f2e1c7a083368fb0efa99979f64.jpg)</div>The laugh that poured from her throat could only be described as braying. The king too was dabbing away tears from his eyes as he barely managed to keep his royal composure. <br><br>“A nice young man! I’m sure he is, sure he’ll look ever so nice speared at your cock too, darling.” Ferox took another drag on her wine, her tongue now stained a dark purple, <br><br>“Where’s he from?” She then asked the king. <br><br>The monarch was also into his cups, the witch proving better company than he could have previously hoped and his guard was below his knees. “Who knows where they come from? Pretty peasants all.” <br><br>She then turned to the young man, “So my pretty peasant, where are you from? Any talents I should know about?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 00:27:01</strong>
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				Richard's face couldn't get much more red, or his guts much more twisted in anxiety at the though of being part of a spectacle involving the young man in front of him, but they certainly tried when the king and Ferox both started laughing at him. Ferox's remark had him coughing slightly in embarrassment at the image her words conjured, he looked at the young man and saw mixed emotions in his eyes, before the lad turned and knelt at Ferox's side as he answered her, not thinking that this dangerous, wild woman would want him standing over her while he spoke. <br><br>"My mother was a seamstress your Majesty...and a number of her clients found her beautiful. I was the result of that. She raised me to help her size dresses, taught me to mend, stitch, hem, I can even create a dress or suit from scratch if I'm given time. She learned there were some customers, men and women...who enjoyed a pretty face to help them into their clothing. I would play the lap harp, or tend to their food and wine, while they dressed. Occasionally patrons such as his highness would ask for, further service, and for a fee I provided it. He bought me from my mother last year, I was not told the price or terms." He murmured softly, his eyes downcast upon her lap as he waited to be dismissed, or rent limb from limb, or turned into a weasel....or any of the other storied powers he had heard this woman of the wilds possessed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>13-12-2016, 18:27:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/a5/39/73a539720b6c1bf14aa1e7544d64734a.jpg)</div>Ferox ran her long fingers through his hair, twisting the strands about her knuckles before scraping her nails behind the delicate skin of his ear. The barely suppressed flinch did not escape her notice. <br><br>“He’ll do,” she purred, taking up his smooth and flawless hands, “I suppose you’ll want him back in one piece?” <br><br>“Back Ferox? I thought this was a permanent exchange?” The king asked. <br><br>“No,” she responded, still looking at the boy at her feet, “I’ll teach yours a few new tricks and then I want mine back before you tire of him. You can return him at my Samhain ball and pick another from my harem.”&nbsp; <br><br>“I must confess I hadn’t planned on attending.” <br><br>“Well,” she responded, her voice sweet and thick as syrup, “Now you have a reason.” <br><br>“Yes,” the king responded, looking over his cups directly at Richard, “Now I have a reason.” <br><br>It seemed as though a frost descended upon the room for a moment, freezing its occupants like statues. It broke with the crack of Ferox’s smile. <br><br>“Wonderful,” she then also looked at Richard, “Go with the boy, sniff out another pretty for me. The King and I have matters to discuss.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>13-12-2016, 20:43:59</strong>
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				Richard stood slowly, a rock of ice forming in his gut as the monarch's appraisal of him had him out of sorts. He wasn't certain what was happening here, he wasn't accustomed to being looked at the way this man now gazed at him. Had be been thrown back far enough into his youth that he was considered pretty enough for this lecher? Was he about to be bartered off to this king in exchange for something Ferox wanted? He didn't want to think such a fate was possible, yet here she was trading one of her favorite pets...<br><br>When she looked at him, he realized he had to move, had to act, so he closed his right hand into a fist to hide the trembling of his fingers. He pressed his fist to his heart and bowed his head in a show of submission. Even if he was worried and a little frightened, he was determined to continue to uphold his promise to Ferox, to be obedient and show outsiders that she had his loyalty, to bolster her status in their eyes, or so he hoped. <br><br>"I....believe you desired a dark one to balance it out. Any...traits...I should look for in particular?" He asked with a blush, as he paused long enough for an answer before fleeing the room as ordered, the young servant accompanying him. He waited until they had closed the doors behind him before he looked at the young man. <br><br>"What....what's your name?" He asked softly, his eyes searching the young man's for some sign of what he was feeling. <br><br>"Matthias....my name is Matthias milord." The young man answered softly before turning to gesture down the hall. "There is a chamber where the servants are allowed to rest and relax between being called upon to serve. If you are seeking another of us, that would be a good place to find one you find pleasing to your eye." <br><br>Mattias's voice had a slight quiver, his own fears at being sold to this strange couple, the knight of legend and the witch who inspired nightmares......what was his fate? <br><br>"Well...it's a place to start. Don't worry. It'll all be alright." Richard awkwardly gave one shoulder a reassuring squeeze before stepping away, realizing too late that touching him might make him more uncomfortable. "I hope." He muttered under his breath to himself, worry and questions flooding his mind as he tried to sort out what Ferox's game here was, and why he was being sent to find boy toys to please her.....and then was to be made to couple with them in order to seal the transfer. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>20-12-2016, 20:56:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/09/c7/c2/09c7c22719de8d875bae373610ce99cd.jpg)</div>“You know what I like,” she told Richard, before dismissing him with a flick of her hand. The King continued to leer as they left. <br><br>The rest of the meeting went well. More wine was drunk. The attributes of the boys were discussed. Trade deals were made in front of them. Ferox smiled much. <br><br>Afterward, she kissed her flutist goodbye and the King bid her a fond farewell after he promised once more to attend the Samhain ball. Crisis averted, she went in search of her noble knight and new toys. As she traversed the halls, once more following the Steward. The art still fascinated her but she was eager to head home, already reticent to leave her stronghold in someone else's hands. <br><br>She found her handsome knight surrounded by pretty young things and couldn’t help but smile at the sight. For a brief moment she thought about taking her jest further to see how he would react to being made to perform like a thoroughbred stud. <br><br>“Find one?” She asked innocently. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>21-12-2016, 20:46:43</strong>
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				Being asked to select a boy for Ferox, especially when the conversation he had heard before being sent away had told him he'd be expected to lay with the one he selected, was perhaps the most nerve wracking experience he'd gone through since this all had begun. He found himself looking at them, images flashing through his mind of them pleasuring him as the flutist had, images rising of how he imagined he would look when his transformation to woman was complete, with him beneath these young men being pleasured as a woman. He shuddered as he focused on what he was doing, asking young Matthias for information on the boys he was inspecting. He felt awkward standing in the middle of the room inspecting these boys and choosing one as a potential lover, and at the same time strangely curious. When he heard the voice of Ferox suddenly cut through the air behind him, he gave a small start and looked back at her, his heart easing when he saw the king was not with her. <br><br>"I ah.....I think so. I think he will please you." Richard said, blushing as he motioned for the young man he had selected to step forward. He was nearly as tall as Richard, with skin dark as the night, close cropped tightly curled hair atop the boy's head. His form was lean but well muscled. "His name is Kalwyn, he was only recently brought into the king's service, and hadn't been given any training yet in how to entertain him outside of the....personal services....that he gave." Richard fumbled, blushing as he looked at Ferox. <br><br>"So...are we leaving now?" Richard asked, hope in his eyes that the king's conditions were not being met, and that he was not about to be asked to perform here and now before an audience. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>03-01-2017, 18:16:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2e/cf/4d/2ecf4dd01c36d89febb81a2a4a50b2b4.jpg)</div>She only gave a cursory glance to the boy before shaking her head.<br><br>“Too fresh, I want something seasoned,” Ferox crooked an eyebrow at him before a leer spilled over her face, “Why? Do you like it here? Want to stay?” <br><br>She looked about the room at the reclining young men. All sacrificial lambs to the lust of a rich man. Each beautiful, but some had a caged look in their eyes. Which was better than the ones who looked dead. <br><br>Her eyes then fell another. He looked liked the young man that Richard had picked out, they were probably from the same region, but instead of resignation there was anger. <br><br>“Who are you?” She asked, taking his chin in her hand and searching his pretty face. <br><br>“Lachland, milady.” <br><br>The witch looked deep into his eyes and much to young man's credit he did not flinch. “How long have you been here?” <br><br>“Too long,” he responded, eyes steady as he awaited his punishment. Instead of striking him for his impudence, she laughed and patted him on the head. <br><br>“You’ll do.” At that, she caressed her thumb over his smooth cheek before returning to Richard's side, “He pretty enough for you too?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>03-01-2017, 18:42:28</strong>
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				Richard blushed crimson when Ferox looked at him with a leer, asking if he wished to stay before looking about the room. He stepped behind her, waiting for her to make a selection. He found his control over his tongue was slipping as his temper throttled up with how uncomfortable their extended stay here had made him. <br><br>"No I don't like it here, at all." He muttered loud enough he knew she would hear, before muttering more quietly, he hoped for his own ears alone after he realized he had spoken aloud, "I didn't want to come pick you a new toy to play with at all." <br><br>Richard was getting uncomfortable, his self restraint waning as they lingered in this place that set him so on edge, in a situation that had him jumping at shadows in his mind, and uncertain of what Ferox was planning. He stayed where he was when she wandered the room to make her selection, relieved when she finally did, and found himself even more red in the face when she asked if he approved of how pretty the lad was. <br><br>"At least he seems to have a spine. You're the one who wants pretty." He muttered as he nodded, working to keep his face respectful and submissive, but shifting uncomfortably in his clothes as he prayed in his mind that they were done here now, that they were leaving. He never thought he would yearn for her tree, but all he wanted to do was escape before the spell hiding his dress faded, or Ferox decided it would be amusing to make him perform for her in public. "Are we done here now?" He asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>24-01-2017, 04:35:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/24/1d/5c241dbef7ad5d009a3606dd3a745a17.jpg)</div>Ferox caught the pout and sullen tone of her brave knight and it in saddened and amused her. It seemed that her beloved was jealous. While she didn’t wish to cause him pain, nevermind her prior actions towards him, it sent a rush of perverse pleasure through her that he was so guarded of her attentions. <br><br>The kiss that she planted on him was unscripted and perhaps not wise, but it seemed necessary to ease his nervous mind. It was also short and she arched a brow at the assembled boys, daring them to comment on the evil witches soft spot for her former witch hunter. This tidbit of information might be turned into ammunition should she allow Richard to think too much on it. <br><br>“There’s nothing wrong with pretty, Richard,” she primly informed him before she ran the back of her hand down his newly smooth face, “Though not everyone can be perfection like you darling.” <br><br>Her eyes lingered on him for a moment before she turned back to their well-attired audience. Let them talk, let them tell their master about her love for her new toy. “Yes dear, let’s go home. You can introduce the boys to the harem.” She let that sink in before she snapped her fingers and took them home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 07:41:19</strong>
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				Richard was shocked when Ferox kissed him in public, not expecting her to wish to show anything but the cold, dominating witch she had been portraying since arrival, unless it was the sensual lover of decadence she had shown to the king. So to receive a kiss filled with honest affection, it had him looking at her in punch drunk shock for a few seconds as she scolded him about pretty things. He blushed ruby red as she ran her hand down his cheek and referred to him as perfection, knowing that she had a ways to go yet to shape him into her vision for perfection. He stared into her eyes in surprise, his own honest affection reflected there in spite of all the problems between them, all his doubts and reservations, all his fears, he couldn't deny the draw, the pull, the desire that she could draw out of him seemingly at will. <br><br>Her sudden announcement of their return home had his sighing in relief, at least until she continued on to say she could introduce the boys to the harem. He had time for one panicked glance at her before she was snapping her fingers. <br><br>In the blink of an eye, the kings harem of pretty young men was gone, and they found themselves in the room he had dubbed the crossroads, the one with the table and doors to those chambers Ferox felt needed to exist. Now he saw just two doors, one in the place that always seemed to head for the harem, and the other leading back to where he assumed would be their quarters. He looked from Ferox to the boys nervously. <br><br>"Ah....shall I just hand them over to one of the ladies, and ask them to find them quarters and clothing before rejoining you?" Richard asked nervously, unsure of what Ferox had planned, blushing as he found his body reacting positively to the thought of Ferox insisting that he, or both of them, show the boys around her harem. As he looked down, he realized with a startled oath that her glammer over his dress had faded with their return to home. He blushed scarlet as he looked away from the young men they had just brought here, embarrassed at others seeing him garbed as a woman, especially with his manhood making a tent in the skirts of his dress as he stood beside the woman he had sworn to serve...the woman who haunted his dreams and desires whether he wanted it or not. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 23:17:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VJNuSXN3L8/VZaiU9wMQII/AAAAAAAAGII/CFVlyHsnW_g/s1600/Donna-Stevens%2B-%2BRossetti-Series-03.jpg)</div>Though she would not admit it to anyone, the amount of travel by magical means had worn her out. Ferox the deathless carefully cultivated an image that her skills knew no bounds. This was not untrue, however, her body did have limitations and since it was the means by which she conducted her magic there were times when her strength failed. She was no longer able to keep up the glamor of Richards gown and wanted nothing more to recline and be pampered. She had admit, even though she would never become a monarch like the one they just left, she did sometimes see what they were going on about. The forest witch had developed a taste for the finer things. <br><br>“We’re going to make sure the boys find their place and enjoy ourselves,” with that said she nodded to the door for Richard to open. She entered like the Queen she was, and the those within stirred into a flurry of activity. Two of the girls rushed to her side and helped her undress into something simple and lead her a chaise. She pulled one of them down by her hair and whispered in her ear about getting the boys clean and ready for the evening. With that taken care of, she accepted a glass of wine balanced on the back of another beautiful body and patted the plush fabric under her for Richard to join her. Her eyes were half lidded and if he had looked it was obvious that her hands trembled when she took the glass. <br><br>“Music!” she called out before falling back with a strange look on her face, “Oh, right. Well you useless sluts know how to do something. Poetry, plays, something…” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 16:32:17</strong>
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				Richard opened the door when Ferox motioned for him to do so, trying hard to look like this did not bother him, but his blush revealed the truth. As soon as they all stepped into the harem, and he was again among these women who had seen Ferox dominate and toy with him before, and to still be wearing a dress in front of them, he could not help but feel embarrassed. He stayed at Ferox's side, only looking to the young men when he heard Ferox talking to a young woman to take care of them, giving them a nod and encouraging smile, before trailing behind his mistress to her seat. He stood awkwardly nearby until after she motioned for him to sit beside her. <br><br>He took his seat cautiously, not certain how close she wished him to be as he sat himself at her side, fumbling with the skirts of the dress as he tried to look as dignified as possible in his seat. His eyes turned to Ferox, watching her, wondering what her plan was now, curious if he'd ever know what had transpired behind closed doors with that king. But even as he started to try to figure her out, he started to see small signs of exhaustion, and something else. He didn't know what it was, but as she called out for her harem to amuse her, he thought perhaps, that it was loss. Timidly, he placed his fingertips to her arm. <br><br>"I'm sure they could find a way to entertain you and take your mind off things, if you had an idea of what you were in the mood for? I'm sure someone here can sing, or recite poetry?" His eyes flickered to her hand that trembled, before raising up to hers once more and speaking in a whisper. "You've strained yourself, you should relax, maybe eat something to restore your strength, or however you recharge yourself." He hesitated before continuing, hoping she would take his words as comfort and not lash out. <br><br>"I'm certain the lad will be ok. The Samhain isn't so far away, and you made it clear you wished him back. He's very brave to act as your spy, knowing the role he will be forced into." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>28-02-2017, 03:55:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/d8/56/73d856bf409b05a6c6950498bd52c9b7.jpg)</div>“Don’t you know darling? To regain my strength I drink the blood of newborn babes.” She grinned at him, running her dark red tongue over a sharp canine. He was right though and she was once more pulled up short at how perceptive her knight was. <br><br>This had been one of the reasons she had fallen for him in the first place, yet it was still unnerving when he directed it at her. “Food would be acceptable,” she paused, her eyes grown cold with contemplation as she studied the brocade of her hem, “It was his idea. I only pray that he doesn’t die in his quest nor betray me.” <br><br>She lay back and closed her eyes, the weariness making the wine dip in her hand. Ferox had never slept in front of her girls, with the exception of Betanny. They couldn’t be trusted in her few moments of weakness. God knows what they might do in small petty act of revenge. Who knows of Richard might do to her? He certainly had the capability to destroy her, he almost did once without ever lifting a sword. <br><br>“What did they do in your kingdom for entertainment?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin101</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 18:22:46</strong>
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				"No, I can believe alot of things about you, but not that. I've killed witches who drink blood and sacrifice children, I've seen the face of that evil. I may think you're misguided sometimes...but I've never thought you to be so dark that the light can't shine on you." Richard responded softly, knowing that his words might incite her anger, but he had promised himself that he would continue to be true to himself, that he would speak the truth even when it wasn't what was wanted. "The lad cares for you, his devotion was clear to see. Trust is a gift that you must give to receive....or so my mother always told me." He remarked with a quirked grin before turning and spotting one of the many beautiful women who filled the room, standing near a table laid out with small dishes of food. He lifted a hand and pointed his finger at her and curled his finger in a beckoning gesture. <br><br>"Bring some food for our lady, she wishes to eat." He called out softly, watching her fill a bowl with grapes and small blocks of cheese, little finger foods to nibble upon. He took the bowl and turned to Ferox, hesitating as he was unsure if she would wish him to feed her or do it herself. So he sat watching her, waiting for a cue, and if given one, would either feed her, or hand over the bowl. <br><br>"Entertainment depended on if you were in court, or the common man. In court it was dances and orchestra's, high, soaring songs that made the room vibrate with it's power. But I preferred the sort of entertainment I got when out among the people. I remember one town, a travelling minstrel was there, he was too old to work his fingers over his lute with any skill anymore, his fingers swollen and clearly painful, but he could pluck out basic chords to give background to his tales. His voice...it was like thunder wrapped in velvet, deep, rolling and mysterious. It compelled you to listen, his words wove a tale more deftly and with more emotion than any play or symphony I've ever encountered. Stories...tales of hope, of heroes, of days gone down the river of time never to be seen again. That is the entertainment I remember most from home." He answered her with a vague smile as he remembered days gone by. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Changes, Pleasurable Torture (Paladin101 &amp; Maeve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 23:29:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/cd/93/06/cd9306b23c7ea0037c507ead9ac8c89f.jpg)</div>She scoffed at his dismissal of her evil nature but said no more on the subject, she was too tired. A disconcerting fact that she had no wish to dwell on. She had done no more than she usually did. A travel spell here, a transformation there and running in her true form revived her rather than depleted her power. The only difference had been her work on Richard. Even when she was bending him to her will, he was weakening her. <br><br>As he attended to her needs she briefly considered whether he was worth it. From a purely utilitarian standpoint, she would be better off leaving him as he was, stripped naked in chains and paraded from town to town instead of this purely emotional wish to have him become her Queen. It would easier simply to pick a pretty girl from her harem and fill her belly with a bastard, instead of expounding all this magic on him and leaving herself vulnerable. <br><br>He held out a bit of cheese for her and she opened her mouth and wrapped her tongue around his thumb and washed down the taste of him with a sip of wine. It was a better flavor than his preaching. <br><br>“Is this a new side to you Katrina?” She taunted, “Rather than making you Queen, shall I leave your virtue intact and lock you in a convent?” <br><br>At his misty-eyed rendition of his favorite entertainment Ferox softened and perhaps it was weariness or her own melancholy but she nodded. <br><br>“If that would please you,” she conceded, snagging a grape from the bowl and adjusting herself on the down pillows, “One of you must know tales from your land.” 
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