Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] & Amelia...finally)
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				Title: <strong>Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 00:24:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://ganowauges.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341e21dd53ef0120a5b9674e970b-500wi)</div><br>Industrialist Samuel Birkenhoff's mansion was set in the hills outside of Hillsborough, New Hampshire.&nbsp; The town he had all but built of his own accord recently.&nbsp; His investments in every manner of steel manufacturing had paid off in excess beyond his wildest imaginations.&nbsp; Everyone in the region wanted to be him, or one of his well to do friends.&nbsp; His generosity was infamous, as was his shrewd nature.<br><br>On the evening of 26 May, 1897, Mr. Birkenhoff was setting his house in order as he prepared for bed.&nbsp; A night time ritual, he walked the great halls, checked each room and made sure that the doors and windows were battened down for the night and that no servants had left anything opened to the night air.&nbsp; The last thing he wanted was to have to deal with a stained or ruined carpet from an evening rain, or worse, some vagrant wanting a comfortable nights rest at his expense.<br><br>(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bI5Q2cTzIrs/TDjX-B8OooI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DGf0uOmyWZU/s1600/Clark+Gable+as+Rhett+Butler.jpg)<br><br>Samuel had worked diligently to acquire his wealth, and while he was generous, he was not about to hand over his personal and prized possessions to anyone off the street.&nbsp; Still, the only thing that had alluded him in his life was finding someone to share his magnificent bounty with.&nbsp; Unmarried, childless and reaching into his 40s, he had resigned himself to the occasional dalliance with the debutantes as they came to his house for parties, or the flings he would have on trips away from home.&nbsp; Thus far, no one had caught his eye or had the kind of panache necessary to meet his high standards.<br><br>His evening ritual complete, he retired to his grand bedroom and sat drinking a brandy before bed.&nbsp; He observed the many items from his travels hanging upon his walls.&nbsp; The crossed swords he had acquired in France that were hung over a medieval shield of some great knight or other.&nbsp; The suit of armor resting in the corner, the tapestry he had acquired in Arabia, and his collection of muskets, and rifles used in the US during the many different wars that had already been fought.&nbsp; <br><br>The fur of the bear-skin rug under his feet as he drank soothed him as he prepared to rest for the night...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Tales &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 01:25:17</strong>
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				Meanwhile, in the cover of woods behind the mansion, Toria Demetro was crouched on one knee. Her whole body quivered with anticipation as she waited for every little light to go out, every window closed. Every window except one. She had watched the house a few nights in a row, knowing the owner had a reputation of being very careful of his possessions. The rest of her family decided not to even offer him a show for his next party, something they did frequently since there seemed to be a trend amongst the upper society to have gypsy entertainers. Toria found it humiliating, being put in a corner and made to perform like a caged animal. It made them money, though. Enough money to stay in one place for a few weeks before they were forced to turn to other... activities and disappear.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.librarising.com/astrology/celebs/images2/S/shakira.jpg)</div>This house, this challenge, was too tempting for her to pass by. The family was on the move again, picking up and leaving in the early hours. Toria had the whole night to prove them wrong. They <em>would</em> get their hands on some of the no doubt precious items within the great white walls. <br><br>She moved closer in the shade of trees, lurking until every window was darkened. Her heart fluttered when she shot across the open field and pressed against the wall. The window was on the ground floor, a storage room judging by what she could see from outside. While every other window closed, this one closed and then opened a few minutes later. <br><br>Toria waited with her breath caught in her throat for that little sound, and then exhaled slowly when it came. There, a way in. She jumped and levered herself into the small opening, ripping the hem of her already torn skirt even more. She cursed under her breath and looked around in the room. It was tiny, no more than a cupboard really. And she understood immediately why the window was left open. <br><br>The storage was filled from floor and up with shelves, each and every one loaded with furs and skins. The heavy stench was foul enough to make her seriously think about leaving right then and there. She pulled herself together, tried to refrain from deep breaths and pressed her ear to the door. When no sound came from the other side, she adjusted the bag on her shoulder and opened the door slowly.<br><br>A few minutes later, she had masterfully located a cupboard of expensive looking porcelain elephants, decorated with exotic patterns and colors. This was sure to be worth a fortune. She carefully placed them in her bag, one by one, and moved on to the next shelf of similar exotic treasures. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Tales &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 01:40:50</strong>
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				A sense of unease came upon Samuel as he sat his half-finished glass of brandy on the side table of his sitting chair.&nbsp; He couldn't quite put his finger on why he felt something was wrong, he just knew...<br><br>Stealing himself against any fears, he got up from his lounging position.&nbsp; He took one of the English swords from the wall in front of him and opened the door to his bedside table and took out the 6-shot pistol he kept their for any intruders.&nbsp; He would not be caught unawares.<br><br>Opening the door to his chamber, he stepped out into the hall and felt a slight draft at his bare ankles.&nbsp; Tightening the grip upon the backsword and cocking the pistol to fire, he walked with stealth down the hall.&nbsp; There.&nbsp; In the distance he saw a shadow moving.&nbsp; He moved closer and closer until he could see a woman removing some of his antiquities and placing them in a bag.&nbsp; <em>So it had happened,</em> he thought to himself.<br><br>Letting the tip of the sword come up slowly he pointed it to her neck, positioned just over the carotid artery.&nbsp; As the cold steal touched her skin, he saw her pause in her movements, and so he spoke, "Now that I have your attention, I would ask you to put your sack down before turning around to face me."<br><br>His voice was not especially menacing, but more matter-of-fact and direct.&nbsp; He was in charge here, no one else.
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 01:57:03</strong>
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				Toria froze, one hand clasped around a woven silver pin and the other with a deathgrip on her bag. <em>Oh no</em>, was all she could think. <em>Oh no no no</em>... Mother would not be pleased about her ending up behind bars, again. When she turned around slowly with the cold blade on her skin, it suddenly hit her. They would go in a few hours. If she wasn't there, they'd simply assume she'd gone about her own business and wasn't coming. This man could easily kill her or have her locked up and no one would notice in a long time.<br><br>"I'm going to put this down," she said in a surprisingly calm voice and swallowed hard. When she looked him in the eye, her smoldering anger over the situation was obvious. She made no attempt to hide it. <br><br>Her voice was not as calm when she ordered him in a harsh tone, "take that away from my neck." 
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 02:39:08</strong>
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				Looking sternly upon this invader, Samuel was not at all pleased with the tone of her voice.&nbsp; Raising his pistol hand, he pointed the barrel of the gun directly in her face and smiled.&nbsp; He let the blade in his other hand relax and slide away from her neck a bit, but still kept it close to her body.<br><br>"You are hardly in a position to make demands, my dear," he said.&nbsp; "In fact, you should be....begging me, I believe, to let you go...or to not call the authorities...you get the idea I'm sure."<br><br>Coming closer to her, he let the sword down from its position, but held it ready at his side while still pointing the gun at her.<br><br>"Now, would you like to....soften your tone with me?" he asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 02:57:12</strong>
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				She stood rigid, her pride too much to beg when the terms were not her own. The bag hit the floor softly, not a single shattering sound to indicate a broken piece of treasure. She did soften her attitude when she got a sense of his character. This man would not take well to cocky attitude. Maybe she could do better.<br><br>"I have a family to feed, sir. Children." She closed her eyes as a single tear trailed down her cheek, leaving a path on her tanned skin. Her voice was soft and pleading, even if no plea was spoken directly. Her shoulders relaxed into a defeated hunch and she pressed her palms to her thighs. Everything about her whispered soft, fragile. 
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 04:14:01</strong>
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				Not believing the carny standing before him, Samuel moved the sword deftly over the clothes covering her abdomen.&nbsp; The fabric slit smoothly, opening to reveal plain and never-stretched flesh, proving her lie.&nbsp; "Your firm belly tells me a different story, my dear," he said.&nbsp; "How much would you like to bet me that your nipples have never been chewed by a baby either?"<br><br>He peered into her eyes, his once calm and lordly demeanor now turned into a menacing figure.&nbsp; "I do not tolerate thieves breaking into my home to steal what is not theirs, and I certainly hate liars as well.&nbsp; Since you have proven yourself to be both this very night, I would ask you to raise your arms so I might search you before I find you to be hiding any more tricks up your sleeve."
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 04:24:41</strong>
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				"I can't help if my body shows no signs of having carried a child, sir," she continued in the same soft tone and then cupped her breasts while lowering her head. "Nor that I was not destined to milk for my child." It wasn't a lie, but the child was not her concern anymore. <br><br>She did raise her arms, reluctantly. She knew he'd find the blade hidden in the waistband of her skirt and could only hope he wouldn't search thoroughly enough to find the small one perched under her breast. <br><br>She had heard he didn't involve authorities in his personal matters, and for the first time she wondered if that was a bad thing. Her heart quickened and a chill ran down her spine when she asked carefully, "what do you plan to do with me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 04:39:18</strong>
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				Approaching her with his pistol still pointed at her, he tucked the sword into his robe's belt.&nbsp; "What do I plan to do with you?" he responded back to her question by asking himself.&nbsp; "That's a good question.&nbsp; I will have to think about that after I search you thoroughly."<br><br>He proceeded to touch her skin where the sword had opened her blouse.&nbsp; "Nothing there," he said with a wicked grin.&nbsp; Feeling lower around the front of her waist where her skirt met her blouse.&nbsp; He felt the hilt of a knife as he searched to the sides and her back and pulled it from her waistband.&nbsp; "Ah, more tricks, I see.&nbsp; That will only mean there is more where that came from.&nbsp; Now, I can save you the embarrassment...for the moment...of having me paw your pretty little body to find what else you might be hiding, or you can slowly take from you all that might endanger my life and lay it on the floor, before kicking it across the hall," he said.<br><br>Before taking a step back he put his mustachioed face next to her ear and said, "But be warned, I know that where there is one, I can always find a second, and I'm sure you are hiding more.&nbsp; If you reveal nothing I will proceed with my search."&nbsp; He stepped back to give her a moment to collect her thoughts.
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 04:52:35</strong>
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				Toria could practically smell his lust. His hands on her body, the way he talked. When he leaned in and his voice rumbled in her ear, it sent a hot rush of fire into her system. Her whole body shivered for a second and she swayed a hip sensually to the side. She pushed her hands down the sides of her breasts and down her stomach, looped her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and swayed the out turned hip back. <br><br>"You might just have to paw my pretty little body," she told him in a sultry voice and grinning at the repeated phrase. "Mister."<br><br>Maybe, if he desired her... Maybe she could get out of this by letting him have her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 10:11:30</strong>
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				Reaching his free hand toward the shreds of fabrics hanging near her belly, he felt upward to a place he had not yet cut.&nbsp; Pulling with great force he tore open her blouse, exposing her full breasts and watching as a small knife dropped to the floor from under her breasts.<br><br>"As I thought, you fucking gypsy," he said with complete fury in his voice. He reached for the waistband of her skirt again, this time pulling at it to tear.&nbsp; He felt for the weakest seam, and pulled with all his might to reveal her nakedness underneath, tossing the torn fabric to the floor.<br><br>"Now that i know you hide no more secrets from me, let me tell you about myself.&nbsp; I am Samuel Birkenhoff.&nbsp; I own this entire estate.&nbsp; Everything you were trying to take is mine.&nbsp; I do not involve the authorities in my personal affairs.&nbsp; Instead, I deal with all matters directly."<br><br>His voice had changed back again, to a more matter-of-fact tonality, not giving her any hint as to his true purposes.&nbsp; Her was a woman with panache, someone daring enough to actually steal from him, to break into his home.&nbsp; And, when she was caught, she had tried to seduce him...what a ballsy move.&nbsp; This one would either learn a lesson or become his, but he was not going to just let her go; to the authorities or otherwise.<br><br>"I am a believer that when someone offends a person, they owe that person they offended.&nbsp; Its rather a feudal understanding of law, if you will.&nbsp; So, what this means for you, my dear, is that you are now my prisoner," he said.
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 00:15:46</strong>
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				Toria arched when the man touched her skin and gasped when he ripped her shirt, the movement making her breasts bounce a little and the knife drop to her dismay. She had no other weapons, not in the general sense of the term at least. She shivered when he ripped her skirt and felt a rush of adrenaline as she stood there naked before him. This was going well, he would no doubt take advantage of her and throw her out with the rest of the garbage. Nothing she hadn't gone through before...<br><br>She listened to him talk, explain himself, and swayed her body into a seductive position to try to move things along. When his last line sank in to her brain, she froze. <em>Prisoner?</em> He was locking her up? Her mind spun while she tried to find a way out of this, trick him into letting her go. She couldn't threaten him, that was obvious. She had nothing to bargain with, since her body wasn't enough. <br><br>She straightened her back and faced him full on, not a hint of shame in her eyes or any indication of being humiliated. Her mouth stretched in a small grin, full lips parted slightly and one round hip rode up when she shifted her weight. He wouldn't possibly be able to resist an offer like that, would he? Her instincts told her he wanted her, desired her. She saw the need in his eyes, even if it was masked with his cool demeanor. He might not give in now, but no man had ever been able to withstand seduction when she set her mind to it. They were all alike. Every single one craved the same kind of touch, only presented in various ways. <br><br>And this one... This one needed to be in charge.<br><br>"For how long?" She asked him in the same sultry voice, looking him up and down and giving the obvious impression that she might not dislike the thought of being imprisoned by him. <br><br>In reality, the thought made her want to scream and run as fast as she could. Being locked up was physical torment to her; she needed to be free and feel the starlight on her skin, the grass under her toes and the cool breeze caress her face. She was a true creature of freedom, but also a damn good actress. If she was able to do her thing, if she had any hope of getting herself out of this somehow, she could handle being a prisoner. Maybe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Tales &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 00:53:00</strong>
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				He observed her not-so-subtle attempts to lure him into using her body as a simple recompense for her misdeeds.&nbsp; The thought played in his mind for a bit before he decided this was not good enough to teach her a true lesson.<br><br>"I think, my dear, we shall see how you do with 'Day 1' before we make a decision as to how long you will serve me here.&nbsp; Should I," he reached for his next words, "come to value your presence, I may be inclined to offer you an opportunity that would be worth your while.&nbsp; Should you prove to be more trouble than your worth, you may find yourself gone when I feel you have learned not to trifle with me or my neighbors again."<br><br>He motioned with his pistol waving to the left that she should move before him to the room he intended to keep her in.&nbsp; "Let us get you checked into your accommodations, shall we?" he asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 01:15:27</strong>
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				Without any doubt in her mind as to what valuing her presence referred to, Toria put her hands on her hips and walked slowly in the direction he gestured. She assumed he was going to take her to his personal quarters. <br><br>"I am sure you will find my... presence, satisfying, sir." She told him in a low voice, hardly above murmur. She glanced at him over her shoulder and waited for him to tell her where to go. <br><br>He was rather handsome, she noted. She would probably not even have to fake her attraction to him.
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 01:18:39</strong>
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				As she walked he watched the sway of her hips, the bounce of her bottom and thought of the delicious little deeds he could be doing with her.&nbsp; But he wanted her to beg for him, so he would withhold his urges until she did.&nbsp; She would want him, eventually.<br><br>Coming to the door nearest his own chamber, he told her to stop.&nbsp; Stepping closer, he kept the pistol pointed at her back while reaching forward to open the closed door.&nbsp; "Please, enter," he said, awaiting her movement before proceeding further.
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 05:18:02</strong>
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				She did as he asked, or demanded, and entered the room. It was a large room for a spare bedroom, spacious and luxurious furniture scattered around it. She wondered again who this man was. How he'd come to possess such wealth and why he was the only one enjoying it. A man like this would surely count as marriage material for young women around here. Or old ones. She almost chuckled but moved on to touch the bedpost, trace the carvings with a single finger while she turned to look at the owner. <br>"What a beautiful prison," she said quietly and arched an eyebrow. 
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 06:45:35</strong>
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				A less than friendly look in his eye spoke his distaste in her continued flirting with him.&nbsp; He was going to teach her the lesson he had learned long ago, and she was going to learn it well.&nbsp; Loosening the tie of his robe, his sword hit the floor with a menacing thud as he pulled the tie free and approached her.&nbsp; <br><br>Tying one end of the belt to the bedpost of the four-poster bed, he said to her, "Please place your hands together, palm to palm and wrist to wrist.&nbsp; I am going to tie you with this belt now."
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 06:52:16</strong>
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				She backed up, the flirt ceasing and turning to a shifty search of escape. Being tied to a bed was not a part of her plan. She took a few steps blindly, until her thighs hit a low dresser and she grabbed the edge of it. <br>"There is no need to tie me, I won't try to escape..." She knew it was pointless. Who would believe that lie? It occurred to her he might not appreciate her lying again, after his reaction before, but she couldn't afford to focus on that. She had to get out of being tied. That would simply not do. <br><br>She moved to the side, kept walking away from him and the belt.
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 06:57:49</strong>
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				Training the pistol in her direction as she tried to move away, he brought it up level with her face.<br><br>"Perhaps you do not have a clear understanding of your situation, my dear.&nbsp; Let me elucidate you: #1, you broke into my home and attempted to steal from me.&nbsp; #2, you are now my prisoner.&nbsp; You will do what I say or pay the consequence...which I assure you will be most unpleasant.&nbsp; #3, your life is now forfeit to me to do as I wish, and should you move another inch, I may very well choose to use the option of your forfeit. #4," he said as he swiftly dropped the belt and grabbed her wrist still closest to him, "I do not take kindly to anyone, especially a prisoner...a con...trying to lie to me.&nbsp; You will keep your mouth shut. Have I made myself completely clear to you now?"
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 07:03:09</strong>
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				She didn't know if she wanted to kiss him, kill him or cry, so she simply stood still and reached her hands out for him to do as he pleased. If the choice was between restrains and life, it was no choice.<br><br>"Yes." She answered his question and looked into his eyes with the same raging fire as before, only this time coupled with silent acceptance that her life was in his hands. 
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 07:19:09</strong>
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				Bringing her wrists together in the manner he had asked, he wrapped the binding thrice about her wrists before tying a knot.&nbsp; Her wrists were tied close to the bed post so that her freedom of movement was limited to nil.<br><br>Once finished with his task, he placed his hands on her hips and guided her away form the bed, so that she was bent over slightly and her ass facing toward the door.&nbsp; Bringing his hand back, he let fly a cruel swat against her bare skin.&nbsp; He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "That is for trying to steal from me," he said as his hands played gently over her burning flesh.&nbsp; "And this," he slapped the flesh of her bottom again, "Is for lying to me."<br><br>He continued to let his hands dance across her, feeling down the crevasse of her cheeks.&nbsp; Her burning skin beneath him, he was sure that that she was not enjoying this treatment. "This is what happens to little girls who lie and steal from their betters, young <em>lady</em>."
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 07:33:58</strong>
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				She clenched her jaw hard at each smack, determined not to satisfy him with the angry growls she felt building in her chest at the pain. She could easily think of much better ways to use the position he'd put her in. She arched her back down and pressed her butt up into his palm, letting him decide how he wanted to interpret that move. She didn't answer him, just stood there bent over and offered him her body without shame. Hopefully he wouldn't keep up the beating, though. She could handle it just fine, but it wasn't the kind of sex she looked for. But then, she hadn't exactly been looking for sex when she broke into this house.
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 16:26:30</strong>
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				He continued to stroke her skin smoothly as he felt her buttocks.&nbsp; Such smooth skin, and firmness that he'd not seen in so long.&nbsp; Most of the debutantes in the area were youthful and lithe, but this young woman was athletic, her musculature showing a great deal of training and her obvious ability at thievery making her agile.<br><br>His fingers ran over her slit.&nbsp; That wanton little honeypot of pleasure she kept brazenly offering to him.&nbsp; He pulled his hand back and delivered a wet sounding slap over her lips before gliding his fingers over their soft skin again.&nbsp; This time, as he did, a finger slid through the folds of skin to feel the wetness underneath, a growing sensation that she wasn't completely faking her desire to give her body to him in exchange for her freedom.<br><br>Reaching forward he let the side of his hands run across the skin of her back before he said, "It was not long ago that young women caught in an act of thievery were beaten with a whip.&nbsp; You are fortunate that I should only use my hand this day." His finger that had broken through the crease of her slit began to move deeper, finding her hole and inserting itself within.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Tales &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 02:39:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toria took a deep breath when Samuel's fingers brushed her sensitive skin. She felt her desire to escape begin to mold into a desire to have him. The slap took her by surprise this time and she wasn't quick enough to bite back the gasp. A deep arch down accompanied it, though, and when she felt his finger enter her, she clenched tight around it. <br><br>This man obviously meant to be the one in charge in each and every way. She figured the quickest way to get out of there was to let him believe he had her complete surrender. What he would do when that happened, she didn't know. <br><br>"I am thankful for your leniency, sir." She said the words quietly and looked back at him, the smoldering heat in her eyes showing her appreciation of the way he stressed his point. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Tales &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 03:05:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Withdrawing his hand from her back, and his finger from within her, he moved away from her body to observe her bent over position.&nbsp; This would not do for the evening.<br><br>Going to the far side of the bed he withdrew a container underneath that held several long strands of rope and a few shorter pieces.&nbsp; He took two long strands of rope and began tying a thorough braided knot to the bed post, near its base near the mattress.&nbsp; Finished the first, he tied a second before reaching for his belt and loosening the knot that held her fast.<br><br>"You will be spending the night in here," he said while attaching the first rope to her left wrist while holding her other arm in a locking hold behind her back, assuring she could not escape his grip.<br><br>Tying the second rope to her other wrist, he made sure the binding was tight, but not rough enough to break her fair skin.&nbsp; Fully tied, she was forced to stay bent over, revealing her ass to him, and opening her most precious assets to his delighted eyes.<br><br>"I think that should hold you for the night my love," he said before turning and walking out the door, turning the electric light off as he left, and closed the door behind him.&nbsp; The room was pitch black and he was sure she would be a bear to deal with in the morning.&nbsp; But such was her fate should she try to oppose him or wantonly offer herself to him without true desire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Tales &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 12:00:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toria remained in the position he left her in until the lights were out and the door was closed. Her pride was screaming for an outburst of rage at being treated like this, like an animal. She knew she would have to tolerate it, endure it until Samuel decided she had... What? Earned her release?<br><br>A few minutes later she sank to her knees and tried to find a way to rest. It was a difficult thing to do with ones arms spread like that and her muscles stretched uncomfortably if she tried to lean to either side. She eyed the bed longingly and then had an idea. She scrambled to her feet again, pulling against the ties to lever herself and bent her head as far down as she could, crouched and then kicked herself up and over her outstreched arms. The landing was... Very painful. Her arms and shoulders hurt like hell, but when she got used to the stretch she let her head hang down and with her whole body in the bed, she managed to find a way to relax. <br><br>It took her maybe half an hour to fall asleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Tales &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 14:42:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing a thump through the walls, as if a body had just hit the bed, Samuel couldn't help but chuckle to himself.&nbsp; "She must be trying to test the mettle of my knots," he said to himself.&nbsp; "Ah well, she'll find out how good they are," as he turned out the lights.<br><br>His dreams were a delightfully torturous blend of maniacally twist perversions he might conduct with his new captive mixed with picturesque scenes befitting a romance or a body of poetry.&nbsp; He knew that there was nothing poetic about what he was doing with this woman.&nbsp; He knew that she probably hated him very much at the present moment.&nbsp; Awakening in the morning, he decided he didn't care much what she thought presently, the end goal was what mattered.<br><br>He rose out of his bed and put on his robe he had worn the night before.&nbsp; Getting the whip that he kept near some of his gun collection, he took it with him into the woman's room.&nbsp; Turning on the lights, he saw that she had somehow managed to flip herself horizontally onto the mattress.&nbsp; Chuckling, he cracked the whip into the air with a loud THWACK to wake her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 14:37:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She groaned awake when the lights came on, every part of her upper body aching. She couldn't believe she'd managed to fall asleep, even if the position was slightly more comfortable than being on the floor. At least her lower body was rested... She didn't open her eyes immediately, but let the exhaustion drain from her mind and clear way for some consciousness. She heard Samuel's voice and worried what he'd do with her now. She wasn't up to much in this state. <br><br>The sound of a whip made her blood freeze and the breath caught in her throat. Images flashed before her eyes, dark painful memories of things she didn't want to remember or relive. Agonizing screams filled her head and blocked her thought. No clear idea was formed when she strained hard against the ties. Every muscle and joint in her arms, shoulders, neck and upper back screamed out in protest at the movement and she whimpered in reaction to the pain that seared through her body. She realized that as stuck she had been on her feet with her hands tied this way and her butt in the air, she was just as stuck now. She could move her lower body, her legs, but as soon as she tried to use her back she was rendered helpless by pain. <br><br>The realization struck her with desperation and self-loathing. She was as helpless as one of the whiny little maidens strutting around in their over-sized skirts and chattering about the weather. She had unwillingly put herself completely at this man's mercy, whether she liked it or not. So much for a brilliant plan to make him believe he had her trained to his wishes. So much for getting out of here with her pride intact. Or her body, apparently. <br><br>She kept her eyes closed and waited for him to do what he came to do. There was no doubt in her mind as for what he was planning, and she prepared herself for the torment she'd witnessed too many suffer already. Her sister's scarred back a vivid example. <br><br>"Good morning," She said quietly and opened her eyes, still facing away simply because turning her head was too painful. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 17:16:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Approaching the bed, his whip hung loose at his side.&nbsp; Samuel observed her lithe and trim figure with an admiration only a trained artist was usually able to do.&nbsp; He sat down on the side of the bed and placed his hands in his lap, the whip within her view. <br><br>"I hope you slept well, my dear.&nbsp; My intent was that you would sleep on your knees, but I like to see creativity in my women.&nbsp; It means they can think for themselves.&nbsp; That's good.&nbsp; As long as it doesn't produce too strong a will, which I am afraid you suffer from," he said softly.<br><br>He reached a hand to her naked thigh and felt the soft, smooth skin that led toward her sex.&nbsp; "It is possible, I suppose, that you might feel a bit uncomfortable this morning in this position," he said.&nbsp; Continuing to trace his hand along her thigh, her glanced over her sex and proceeded to her flat belly, where he saw her breathing catch a bit.&nbsp; He hand journeyed further, exploring the swell of her right breast, and the soft nipple at its peak.&nbsp; He spent a bit of time teasing and tracing about her nipple, awakening it from its slumber as he toyed with her, knowing she could not stop him with her restraints as tight as they were.<br><br>"If I untie you, will you be a good girl during breakfast, or will I need to busy one of my servants to come and feed you like this?" he asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 17:21:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lay perfectly still while his hand roamed her, clenching her jaw to keep from reacting to the tempting, delicious teasing of her nipples. It wasn't that hard, though. All she had to do was move a shoulder and feel the pain shooting down from it. Her voice was no more than a whisper when she answered his question. <br><br>"I don't have the strength to do anything other than exist at the moment."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 17:31:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pleased with her response, he turned loose of the nipple he was teasing and stood to approach the posts that held her bound.&nbsp; He quickly undid the knot of the first rope, and then unlashed her wrist.&nbsp; Moving to the second rope, he unlashed it from the bedpost, but left it attached to her wrist and dropped the rope.<br><br>"You will not untie that rope, my dear.&nbsp; Leave it on as a reminder that you are my prisoner and I can tie you to any piece of furniture I choose," he said, the tone of command instantly back in his voice again.<br><br>He approached the far side of the bed and slid his arm under her shoulders, while taking her arm in his other hand and gently raised her up on the bed to face him.&nbsp; As she became steadied, he let a hand continue to tease the nipple he had been awakening earlier.<br><br>"You know, girl, you are...quite beautiful I can see now in the daylight.&nbsp; I think a bath might do you some good.&nbsp; I will have one of the servant prepare it for you while you eat your morning ration, and then I will develop a list of work that needs done about the house.&nbsp; Your first task after your bath will be to place the items back that you took out of the cabinet last night.&nbsp; And they are to be precisely left the way they were before you disturbed them.&nbsp; How does that sound to start your day?" he asked with a bit of a happy lilt to his speech.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 18:44:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The relief of being untied and the support of his arms, even when he continued to tease her nipple, was heavenly. She leaned into him without any hidden agenda, simply taking advantage of his solid body as she regained some strength and blood circulated her tired muscles. She didn't mind being vulnerable at that moment, didn't mind being whatever he wanted her to. She was just glad he didn't use that horrible weapon on her. <br><br>She listened to him talk and the thought of doing what he said brought back some of her spirit. This was easy, this was familiar. She'd played maid on numerous occasions. The goal had never been escape before, but it should work the same way... And maybe if she didn't try anything, he'd leave her in a more comfortable position for the next night.<br><br>"That sounds perfect," she said quietly without looking up and a small grin appeared on her face at the thought of having a bath prepared for her. She didn't even frown over the comment on being tied to furniture. If he wanted, he could do that. She was not going to risk that whip. Hopefully though, she thought and that grin stretched a bit, he would do more to her in the line of what he was doing at the moment. She was... strangely drawn to him and his brutal and blatant approach to her body. Men didn't usually just grab her. Even when she put her seduction act in motion, they hesitated, unsure of themselves and the reaction they'd get. Well, aside from the ones who thought they were raping her. <br><br>A shudder of annoyance ran through her as she pondered the stupidity of men. If she ever fell for a man, which didn't seem to likely to happen, he would not be a weakling like that. He would be strong and determined, smart and devilishly handsome...<br>She sighed a little and allowed herself a fracture of reaction to the pleasure being spread through her body little by little. She arched an inch and breathed a small moan. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 20:00:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she began to allow her body to respond to his ministrations, Samuel ceased them.&nbsp; His intent was only to give her enough of a tease to make her long for more...never to make it a fulfilling event in itself...not yet.&nbsp; She would ask for him when she needed him most, and then...then they would be together.&nbsp; Yes, this firm little body could surely bear him children, and guessing her age to be quite young, more than just a couple.&nbsp; The fire of desire was burning in those deep brown eyes and he hoped to keep stoking those fires as often as he could.<br><br>"Very well, then, my girl. To breakfast it is. You will get some clothes after your bath. Until then, you can sit naked in front of my servants so that they can see your beauty and admire you. I will have them prepare things for you for your bath and afterward," he said.<br><br>Rising from the bed he offered her his hand to help her stand.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 04:43:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She simply reached up to take his hand and let him guide her. The thought of sitting naked and eating in front of others was strange, but easily manageable. Maybe this would work. Maybe this would get her to a better place. Who knew? Maybe this was her path to ultimate freedom.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 05:46:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He led her to the dining room down the hall, near where she had been caught the night before.&nbsp; The servants were busily preparing a single place for breakfast.&nbsp; Samuel spoke to the head steward and, motioning to Toria, said that they would need a second place sat.&nbsp; The steward smirked at the woman as he went to the kitchen to inform the staff of the change.<br><br>"Please, have a seat, dear," he said to Toria as he tied the end of the rope to the table leg and took his seat at the head of the table.&nbsp; "I believe we will be having eggs and ham this morning, with some toast and jam perhaps as well," he said as if he were having a pleasant morning meal with any friend he might have had over to discuss business with.&nbsp; "So, tell me about yourself while we wait.&nbsp; What led you to break into my home in the middle of the night to take from me the things I have earned with hard work?&nbsp; Where is your family and these children that you have?" he asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 14:31:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She resisted the urge to test the rope and looked straight into his eyes. A harsh reply was on her lips but she remembered the whip and the plan to let him believe he had her won over. A soft glow colored her eyes and glazed over the smoldering fire beneath. She glanced at her naked thighs and wondered what and how much to tell him.<br><br>"My family is moving, they are... Finding a better place to stay. I was going to bring them something to sell so our next home would last a little longer. And as for the children..." she looked at him and let him see the honest regret and sorrow that darkened her eyes at the thought of the tiny little human beings so unfairly taken from her. "One was taken from me when she was three hours old and is now the daughter of a shopkeeper and his wife in a city not far from here." She took a deep breath and pressed the image of the child from her mind. She had gone and seen her, the happy little toddler playing in the garden with her family, and it had broken her heart and healed it at the same time. The child would never have gotten a life like that with her, but she still ached for her. "The other one was, " she cleared her throat as her voice cracked almost inaudibly, "...He was killed. We were..." She cleared her throat again and bit back a whimper. Damn this man to hell for making her drag out those thoughts, but she had invited them. She had brought them up, her children. Her arrogant use of emotion in order to soften him was backfiring like a jammed pistol. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 16:46:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel watched at the fiery stubborn look in her eye became lost in the sullen expression she now bore.&nbsp; He reached his hand to hers and gave it a small squeeze as he held it softly in his hand, "Go on dear, you can tell me," he said in the gentlest tone he had used with the woman yet.<br><br>His heart broke just a little for the pain she had obviously seen in her life.&nbsp; His philanthropic leanings had always been to help the poor and the destitute, and having one who had suffered so much in life at his own breakfast table made him partially regret the rather rough treatment he had given her the night before.&nbsp; He had noticed the certain fear that had sprung into her eyes when she eyed his whip earlier...maybe that, too, had brought back demons from her past that still haunted her...yet he saw no clear evidence of vicious beatings.<br><br>"Tell me what happened, girl, I'm listening," he said again as she continued to fight her tears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 02:01:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His gentle tone made it even harder for Toria to get her act together and to her great dismay she felt tears begin to cloud her eyes. She knew this was helping her, though. She understood how this could be in her advantage. The question was only if the price was too high. <br><br>"We were..." she hesitated and cleared her throat, glancing at her hands and then the table. "My family was living in an abandoned winter-home and the owner was alerted. He had us surrounded and drove us out by setting fires around the house. I had my son in my arms and when I ran out and they caught me before I even realized they were there. They took him and the other children of our family, and I found out later they'd drowned them. I don't know if it's true, but I..." She took a deep shivering breath and collected her thoughts. Tears were now running down her cheeks and her gaze was fixated on the table. "They had their way with me and all my sisters and cousins, and took my eldest sister with them to make an example of. They tied her to a post in the town square and whipped her until she gave up and her heart broke. They didn't even stop until long after she was dead, her body was..." Toria finally looked at him and found courage to build up a portion of her walls. "I have seen much pain in my life, and much injustice. This does not make me a victim or a soul to feel sorry for. I am strong and life has made me stronger." She felt her confidence rise as she said the words, needing them desperately and the detachment they brought. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 01:49:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her story was certainly one that touched his heart. He hated hearing tales of oppression, no matter if her family had raised her to be a vagabond. No one deserved to have their children taken, or their family butchered for petty misdemeanor crimes.&nbsp; Suddenly, Samuel became very aware of the whip he had used to wake Toria with that morning. Realizing the fear that must have engendered in her made him think through its future uses.&nbsp; He had never planned to use it on her, it was merely a tool to get her attention...and it had. <br><br>He placed the whip on the table well out of her reach and to his right as he said, "So, this scared you a bit this morning I suppose." Choosing his words carefully to not scare her too badly, he continued, "I am sorry for your losses. I would think that that experience would have taught you to stay away from people's property more, rather than to continue your wayward behavior. So, perhaps the sting of your loss is not as great as you let on."<br><br>He ate a few more bites of his breakfast before sipping at his coffee before turning again to her, "So where is the rest of your family heading? I want to know where to send the bill for taking care of you when I am done."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 02:24:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took all her strength not to burst with anger at his words. She closed her eyes and took a single deep breath to compose herself and then looked at him without bothering to wipe the tears off her face.<br><br>"I don't know where they are going, and as for my wayward behavior... This is life for me. I don't know it any other way and no one has convinced me I'd be happier if I abandoned the family I have left." She didn't mention the fact that by staying here, she had done just that. Her family was gone by now and she had no idea where. <br><br>What kind of tyrant would hold someone prisoner and then charge her family for upkeep? His compassion did little to ease her mind after those last words of his.<br><br>She returned to her previous careful calm and took a bite of the food in front of her. She decided not to answer his comment about the whip. He didn't deserve to know how afraid she'd been, just how much terror the mere shape of it inspired. <br><br>"How long until my bath?" she asked in a soft voice and glanced at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 05:39:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her story was certainly a sad one, and he pondered what he might do with this troubled young woman.<br><br>"You say you have no idea where your family is, where are you planning to go then once you've worked off your penalty for breaking into my home?" he asked her. "I mean, you can't exactly go wandering around this countryside, breaking into my neighbors homes. That would be most impolite of me to unleash you on them that way."<br><br>He sat his fork down on his plate, pushing it away as he chewed the last bit of breakfast and wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin. He pushed away from the table and turned to look at her. "You may take your bath in just a moment, I will take you there. But, I want you to know that until you have earned some trust from me, I will be with you while you bathe," he said. Holding up a finger to still her protest before it could begin, "And I am afraid there is simply no use arguing with me about this. It is a non-negotiable with me."<br><br>Getting up from his seat he took the whip from the table and grabbed the end of the rope and looped it in his hand, "Please, dear, let's go run your bath," he said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 17:49:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Once I leave, I will leave this area. I will find a home in another town and get a position as a maid or a cook. I've done so before. You and your neighbors," she tilted her head and smiled a little, "will never see me again." It was the truth, and since she had no one to go back to now, her position in the servant staff of some home would probably be an extended one. She almost cringed at the thought, but she was smart enough to know that her life of freedom was heartbreakingly over. <br><br>She ate a few bites of the breakfast and then straightened her back when he explained his intentions about her bath. He was going to stay with her, was he? She bit back a grin and made sure her little smile didn't betray just how well she liked this. She would make sure he had something to look at while he was in that room with her, but she knew now that blatant offering was not working on him. She needed to be subtle in her seduction. Trick him into reaching for her and forgetting himself in the bliss of her arms. It would take time, but it was worth it if she ended up free to go.<br><br>"I don't mind if you're there when I bathe," she said quietly and walked to his side, not letting him drag her along like a farm animal. A nervous twitch gripped her stomach as she glanced at the whip, but there was nothing she could do about that. She simply had to hope he possessed enough humanity to refrain from using it. <br><br>She held her head high and back straight as she walked, proud in her nudity but not emphasizing it with the sway she had before. Her step did hold subtle sway, though, but only what was natural to a woman whose every other step in life was danced to the music of a gypsy fiddle and tambourine. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 19:36:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As they left the dining room, Samuel took hold of Toria's hand to lead her down the hall. He was glad that she moved alongside him. He was even happier that her over-the-top flirtations had simplified to a more contented gait as they approached the washroom across the hall from her prison-bedroom.&nbsp; She was a fine looking woman, and he was looking forward to watching her bathe herself.<br><br>Walking into the washroom, he turned on the light and approached the tub. He had ordered his staff to remove all sharp instruments from the wash room while they ate, so he felt he could trust her as he let go of Toria's hand and started the tap at a good warm temperature. His house was one of the few in the county with an independent boiler to heat a separate line of water for his home. Many businesses had them, but few homes were able to afford this simple luxury that he sometimes took for granted. The warm water flowing from the tap felt right to him, so he placed the plug in the drain and turned to Toria.<br><br>"This way, please," he said, motioning with his hand to the tub.&nbsp; He made sure the toilet seat lid was closed and sat down on the hard wood surface as he watched her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 22:21:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toria glanced around a little wide eyed at the obvious luxury and felt tiny for a moment. She wasn't used to this kind of surroundings, even from the houses she'd worked as a maid at. He must be... Very, very well off. Not that it hadn't been obvious before...<br><br>She smiled a little at him, however, and nodded slightly when he sat down, gesturing her towards the tub. Her smile widened as she lowered one foot into the warm water and a shiver of pleasure at the sensual feel ran through her body. She gripped the edges on each side and swung the other leg gracefully over, sitting down as it dipped into the tub as well. <br><br>She sighed content and closed her eyes, letting the subtly rippling water caress her skin before she started slowly washing herself. She slid her hand down a smooth thigh and over her bent knee, down to the ankle and up the same way. After doing the same with her other leg, she reached her arm forward and took hold of the edge of the tub, gliding the other hand over the tired muscles of her shoulder and to the back of her hand. <br><br>Slowly and with sensual delight every step of the way, she washed her skin and massaged her muscles in the process. She kept her eyes closed for the most part, only glancing every now and then at her limbs and never at her guard. The water felt heavenly and she didn't even have to work at being naturally sensual as she enjoyed it. She just felt good.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 09:20:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuels caught the hint of a smile as he took his seat. He didn't quite see her whole face as her toes first touched the water, but he could see her happiness as she sunk into the tub. The bathes of his house really were luxurious. Nothing like what he'd experienced in the West when he'd traveled the route of his railroad line.&nbsp; Some of the places he was forced to stay actually still used wood barrels for bathing. Almost barbaric.<br><br>He watched as she luxuriated in the warm water, wishing he could strip and join her, but keeping himself reserved as he'd been before. He mustn't show his desire for her supple body and toned legs that would make a dancer jealous...<em>dammit, there I go again,</em> he thought. He couldn't help thinking of her naked body sleeping alone the night before when he laid in his own bed. It was all he could do to not go back to her room and ravage her after he'd tied her to the bedposts.<br><br>And now, here she sat, washing herself in the most sensual fashion he'd ever seen. Why, it was all he could do to keep from stripping and joining her in the tub.&nbsp; This was becoming a harder task for him than he'd imagined at first.<br><br>"Would you like me to scrub your back for you, dear?" he asked her softly, hoping beyond hope that she's accept his offer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 02:02:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His soft voice made her jump a little as it broke the silence, previously only filled with subtle sounds of water and her own breathing. She glanced at him and smiled a little, thought about his offer and wondered if he had a hidden agenda or if he was merely being nice. She came to the conclusion he must be plotting something, but she decided it was okay. She needed him to think he had the upper hand here, well... the upper hand in every way. <br><br>"I'd like that," Tanya answered and tilted her head a little. She rose to her feet in a quiet and gentle way, careful not to let any water dribble to the floor. Then she sat down again but folded her feet under herself this time, kneeling to let her back rise out of the water. She rested her hands on her thighs and leaned her head forward, waiting for Samuel to do whatever he planned to do. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 04:02:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching for the wash cloth on the shelf behind him, Samuel turned and dipped it into the water before reaching for the bar of soap. Wringing it with a single hand so that it remained a wet, he got a good lather started before rubbing it over Toria's back. He started at the nape of her neck and worked across her shoulders with the focused attention he gave to all of his work. Lathering her back, he moved across her shoulder blades and down to the her slender waist. He reached around to both of her sides and got her good and soapy, letting the cloth gently brush against her under-breasts before dipping the cloth back in the water to rinse out the soap.<br><br>Squeezing it out under water, Samuel drew it out and wrung it again with one hand, then dipped it back in the water to make it good and wet before bringing the warm water up to her neck and wringing it out over her soft flesh. He watched as the water trickled in smooth rivulets down her olive complected skin. A soft moan escaped Samuel's lips as he watched the water fall over the suds and wash them away, revealing her clean skin with a wet finish. Reaching up each side he let the water trickle down her sides before bringing the cloth back up to each breast and washing the soap from rested there away.<br><br>Contemplating what he should do next, he asked, "Would you like me to continue bathing you, or do you wish to finish the rest yourself?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 00:25:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes again and allowed herself to continue to enjoy this rare pleasure. Samuel was showing her a completely new and unexpected side of himself and she wasn't going to throw that away. In fact, it worked well for her and maybe it fit her plan perfectly. Maybe. She honestly didn't think much about her plan while he washed her back and after a few moments she found herself experiencing his touch in a way she would never have imagined. It was... sensual, and she wanted him to go on. Not because it served her goal, but because it felt good. <em>He</em> felt good. <br><br>His hands on her skin made her want to arch into his touch, but she held it back. She didn't want to seem too offering again. Instead she sighed quietly and tilted her head, swaying subtly in tune with his soft strokes. When he brushed under her breasts she shivered lightly and held her breath, then breathed out slowly when he moved his hand away. <br><br>His question caught her off guard again and she straightened her back. She relaxed again as she pondered her answer and glanced at him over her shoulder for a second. "I'd like you to continue. It's nice to..." She looked away again and her words faded into silence when she didn't know what to add. Nice to what, exactly? Be taken care of?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 03:00:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching for the soap again, he doused the wet cloth in the warm water and worked up another good lather. He held the bar of soap as he raised each arm and washed her skin from shoulder to fingertip. Reaching around, in front of her body he lathered the rag again and began to softly wash at the top of her breasts, covering them with the warmed suds, paying close, but gentle, attention to her perking nipples before washing underneath her breasts again as he lifted each one in turn to make sure every fold of skin was cleansed.<br><br>Moving down her body, he washed slowly over her abdomen and across her waist before rinsing the cloth again and washing the soap from her body with as much care as he'd applied it. "Your body is..." he paused, not so much for affect as it was a loss of words. 'Beautiful didn't begin to describe it, and as an eloquent man, when one ran out of appropriate expressions, one was still until another arose. "Stunning," he finally added as he rubbed more soap into the wash cloth and said, "Turn for me, and let me wash your legs now," as he held the rag up and the girl slowly turned and lifted one leg out of the water for him.<br><br>He looked in her face and saw her expression so much more relaxed now, which he was glad for. He truly wasn't a mean man - a bit sadistic at times - but never really mean. Whether she'd lied to him or not about her life really mattered not, she had been dealt difficulty and that was for certain.<br><br>He rubbed the cloth a bit more roughly over the soles of her feet, making sure they were adequately cleaned before returning to his softer strokes over the top. Sliding down each leg in its turn, he wash her skin and let her foot back down into the water as his other hand poured water over the top of her leg to rinse her off. Sometime while he in the midst of this bathing, he had slid off the toilet seat he'd been sitting on and had moved to sit on the edge of the tub. As he finished washing her legs, and placed the last back in the water, he lowered his body to the floor, and got on his knees. Moving his bare hand through the soapy water, her slid his palm across her inner thigh as he whispered, "Now I need to clean the naughty bits, could you part your legs for me dear?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 18:14:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The heady comfort changed slowly to arousal with every stroke of his hands on her body. It was still glazed with the deep sense of comfort she felt so she didn't really appreciate the effect it was having on her until he was on his knees next to her and his hand was on her inner thigh. She kept her eyes closed and suppressed a whimper as his touch sent soaring heat rippling through her core. She noticed now how erect her nipples were, how her skin was tingling and how a dull but smoldering sense of need was beginning to surface. He had gotten her completely vulnerable, as her walls had been melted by the delight of comfort. <br><br>Her breath was a little shallow and her heart was racing, but she made sure her voice was steady and showed no sign of her state. She looked at him, her features serious but relaxed. "Thank you," she simply said and parted her legs. She pulled her knees a little higher up and let them fall to either side. The position would be crude, but because of the water it was only hinting at revealing what would otherwise be completely exposed. <br><br>She kept her eyes on his while she waited, the fire slowly building and her chest heaving a little. The only things that really told him how aroused she was were her pert nipples and the tiny shivers of her body when he moved his hand. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 18:31:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling at the invitation of both her words and body, Samuel's hand moved slowly to her wet lips. Flushing the water over her open slit as he waved his hand beneath the water, he looked with hungry passion into her own needful eyes. Her soft moans an indication to him of the effect he was having on her body and mind.<br><br>His fingers moved with skilled precision as they moved up and down through her parted lips and dipped gently into her open sex. Feeling her tremble slightly at his touch, he plunged deeper with his finger as his thumb began to play at the little nub at the top of her slit. <br><br>His gaze left hers as his eyes travelled the parts of her body in view. Her nipples, stiff above the surface of the undulating water that was set in motion by the movement of his own hand, were dark and tight. The view of them drew out his own longing to taste her flesh as a soft moan of his growing arousal and desire escaped his lips briefly in the form of a needful sigh.<br><br>He moved his other hand to the water, and brushed across the nubs at her breasts, rolling them between his fingers in their turn, as he continued to press deeper and more needfully into her already wet sex.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 19:35:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She did her best not to react openly to his caress, but the signs of his arousal building as well as her own made her body betray her and she clenched around his fingers. Pulses of pleasure surged through her and her breath was now shallow and clearly audible in the silent room, seeming to echo and dance on the gently moving water. <br><br>She took hold of the tub's edges and her knuckles turned white as she struggled to stay in control. That didn't last long. When Samuel brought his free hand onto her breasts, tormenting the erect nipples with his touch, she moaned softly but the sound seemed loud and lustful in the little room. She turned her head to look at him, eyes now locked on his with hunger embedded in the dark flares of color. Her body moved subtly as her hips rolled against him, pressing her pussy onto his fingers. <br><br>Toria didn't know what she could say to get what she wanted now. She was sure he would back away and leave her tied to the bedpost or a table if she so much as uttered a wish to have him inside her. The thought made her sober up a little and she realized she wanted him. She honestly wanted him, not as a trick, not as a stunt, but for her own pleasure. To sate her desire for this man and him alone. This wasn't how she felt when she seduced men, or let them seduce her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 19:50:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers continued to their playful moves at building her pleasure as she began to move her hips in concert with their movement. His longing to replace his fingers with either his tongue or his cock were growing by the moment and the lustful need to have her built within. As she turned her head and revealed her longing and passion filled eyes, he was struck by her sudden need of him. A need that replaced the wanton attempts to seduce him the previous night.<br><br>His mustache tickled at his nose as his own breathing became more ragged, the erotic intensity of their sexual exploration becoming more than he'd intended for her bath time. His fingers upon her nipples pinched and released before rolling each one back and forth.<br><br>"Tell me..." he said softly, seeing the need in her eyes and wanting her to ask for his further attention, "Ask me the right way." The pad of his finger felt the ridges within her, indicating her spongy mass of inner pleasure. He pressed against the spot and drew his finger upwards while his thumb moved across her, now, unhidden clit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 20:04:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard the need in his voice, saw it clear as day in his eyes. He wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. She gasped and sank a little into the water when he applied more pressure but kept her eyes on his. There was no hint of the attitude she'd presented him with, no trace of the trickster who broke into his home. Just a woman of flesh and racing blood, lost in desire.<br><br>Her voice was barely above whisper when she told him what she wanted, a quiet plea in hopes of this not being a trick on his behalf. "I want you," she paused and breathed in, exhaled slowly and added, "let me feel you inside me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 23:31:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gently his hand withdrew from her needful pussy and slip up her body before arching back down and underneath her nearest leg. He gathered her legs in his arm and wrapped the other around her back as he lifted her out of the tub and kissed her softly. He turned and maneuvered through the doorway without hitting either her head or his hands on the jamb, and made his way softly to his own chamber, where he shut the door with a fluid movement of his heel against the bottom of the door.<br><br>Taking her to his bed he laid her down as he sat next to her and kissed her more deeply and passionately than before, his still clothed body pressed against her wet flesh. With one hand he held the back of her head, as the other moved with purpose across the smooth clean skin of her belly and up to her heaving breasts. Their breathing matched now as his ragged breaths escaped him when he broke their kiss. His lips moved down, over her chin and to her neck, tasting her skin with each kiss as his tongue would dart out to tease and bring her upward in her own desire for his touch.<br><br>His lips moved to the side of her neck and back up to her ear, where his breathing could be felt and heard with definitive rasps that were punctuated by his own needful groans as his erection fought the confines of his slacks. Her body became for him a garden of delights, given for his sampling. His head rose up and he looked at her with hungry eyes as his voice came haltingly but with great force of will, "God, I need you so bad," he said. <br><br>His hips pressed against hers, as he lay astride one leg, his one hand holding her and the other kneading at her breasts. Hungrily he continued to kiss and lick across her body, sampling from each portion of her as he traced across her clavicle and over the swell of each breast and nipping at the peaks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 20:06:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned quietly when he drew his fingers out of her but when his intent was clear she arched her body in order to make his task easier. She rested her head on his chest when he carried her, partly listening for his heartbeat, partly trying to get closer. She didn't care how she got there, she just wanted him. Needed him to finish what he'd started. <br><br>Once he laid her on the bed she started tugging at his clothes but his touch made her relax into the mattress and enjoy being played with. She hadn't wanted that for so long, shouldn't, but right now she didn't care. Her body reacted to the kisses and caresses until he was almost on top of her, still fully dressed. She grabbed his shirt and started undoing the buttons, her fingers quickly getting rid of the obstruction to his naked chest. When she could, she slipped a hand onto his warm skin and searched out his nipple, clawed at it briefly and then pushed the hand further down. She pushed herself up to lay on her side, facing him, and raised her knee, then let it fall as far back as she could to open up her sex to his touch. <br><br>She wasn't trying to seduce him the way she thought she would, but she was now blatantly offering herself nevertheless. Her dripping wet body and pussy flooding with juices brought on by this man, were aching for him in the most delicious way.<br>"Take off your clothes," she whispered pleadingly and reached forward to claim his lips in a hungry kiss. "I want you..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 22:41:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In frenzied passion, he loosened his trousers and slipped the shirt off of his arms, kicking free of his slacks and house shoes and remaining only in his loose fitting undergarments before planting another generous portion of kisses across her abdomen and nipping lightly at her hip. He knelt up on his knees and lowered his briefs, revealing his thick and curly hair of his pubis before his already stiffened sex was freed. Blessed to be a man of great stature, his masculine endowments had not ended there. His cock, thick and hard, stood out proud from his body a visible seven inches with a full scrotal sac hanging underneath and looking quite full.<br><br>In a few brief movements, his briefs were off along with his stockings, and he took her hungrily into his arms and kissed her with wild abandon. Breaking the kiss, as his hand slipped down her belly and felt for her opened lips again, he asked, "And what part of me is it that you want, my dear girl?" he asked. His fingers slipped inside of her again, warming with the wetness of her sex and feeling the intensity of her arousal while his thumb played over the tiny hooded nub above her opening.<br><br>Pressing his hips against her thigh, he prick was caught between his belly and her skin, and both were warming him thoroughly. Kissing down her body again, he found her nipple with his lips and took it into his mouth, sucking hard against the tiny stalk that protruded so beautifully, as if it were clean piece of marble meant for his sculpting tongue to chisel away what didn't belong in order to reveal its hidden passion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 00:50:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched him undress with parted lips and burning desire in her dark eyes, taking in his masculine form and shivering slightly at the sight of his cock. She kept from reaching out, refrained from letting her hands roam his body the way she ached to do, because she wanted to know what he wanted. It was a mixture of habit and desire, but delightfully difficult at that moment. <br><br>When he kissed her, held her, the resolve faded and her fingers danced across his back, learning the shape and following the muscles until she splayed them on his shoulder blades. He was touching her again, slipping between her lips and continuing what he started in the bath. His voice sounded in her ear before that but only registered after she had arched her back and bucked her hips to meet that hand, press her mound into his palm. <br><br>"I want..." She started, but her words drowned in a soft moan at the feel of him against her thigh and&nbsp; then his mouth on her body. Her breath caught and she arched higher as he sucked on her nipple. "Oh, this is torture..." she moaned and gasped, but the tone of her voice told in no uncertain terms that this torture was nothing but pleasure. She dug her fingers into his shoulder and the other hand rested on the back of his head. <br><br>"I want you inside me," she whispered and moved her hand from his head and to his face. She cupped his jaw and pressed under it to get him to look at her. "Take me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 05:16:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And take her proceeded to do. Her sex, already wet from such lengthy foreplay, was already open and ready to receive him as he withdrew his finger and raised his hips up, repositioning himself between her legs. He pressed the head of his thick cock to her lips as she opened her legs to greet him. And with the fluid movement of a skilled lover, Samuel pressed forward as he rolled his hips, his prick sluicing through the wet, velvety folds of her pussy as he entered her. Forward he went, at a slow pace, until he felt himself buried to the hilt when he stopped.<br><br>Looking down upon Toria, her eyes full of passionate need and want for his strength and warmth, Samuel was taken in again by her beauty and he kissed her. The kiss began softly, but increased in passion and intensity at a rapid rate when their mouths both parted to gasp for air at the sudden feeling of deep satisfaction in this union. Their mouth both parted, his lips joined with hers again with a fiery and heated passion, his tongue darting through her open lips to explore her mouth. The tense need for her building stronger and stronger at his core was finding its release in his extremities, as he slowly began to pull back to begin a rhythmic dance with their bodies.<br><br>Heatedly, he began to thrust, pounding in and out of her open sex. His lips, frenzied and desirous, would barely leave hers except when he whispered, "And now I have taken you, but are you truly mine?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 13:55:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toria closed her eyes and dropped her head back when he entered her. The overwhelming sensation of being filled in this manner was making her forget what she was doing here, why she came here in there first place and why she wasn't gone. She just wanted this, now. Needed this. She opened her brown eyes when she felt his hips press into hers and his cock press into her walls as deep as it would go. It was almost painful in its sensual way, but she clenched around him and took a slow, deep breath. <br><br>When she exhaled, she opened her eyes only to meet the intense gaze of Samuel who lowered his lips to hers. She met them with gentle passion, held her breath and then pressed hungrily against them when his fire started to build and burn. The pace of their kiss was fast and driven by lust, but his movement inside her was tortuously slow. She bucked her hips to try to alter the rhythm but he kept his control and then, without her having to ask, he started fucking her the way she desperately wanted him to. <br><br>"Yes!" she gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders as he pounded into her, "oh... yes!" She reached down and grasped his hips and then buttocks, urged him as he moved inside her and made her arch and twist in effort to navigate the pleasure through every fiber of her body. His whispered words were met with burning desire and something almost vulnerable as she felt herself trip across the imaginary line of how far she was willing to let go. "Yes," she moaned back, "yes, I'm yours... " but then the truth of what she said dawned on her and her natural instincts took over. <br><br>She pressed her lips hard against his and then pushed herself up, forcing him to roll onto his back. In one swift movement, she straddled him and arched her back without letting his cock leave her body. Her breasts bounced and then rocked back and forth as she began to ride him, plunged down onto him hard enough to make a wet, slapping sound. Her hair draped over her shoulders and she leaned forward, found his right wrist and pinned it down with one hand. She kissed him passionately and moaned as her breasts rubbed against his chest and her thighs quivered on either side of his hips, working their up and down movement. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 06:32:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With his wrist pinned, a bit of panic welled up in Samuel that was quickly silenced at the feel of her hair drifting over his chest and the intensity of her movements on top of him. His cock felt the intense heat of her sex as she rode him strongly. He felt the tension of her hips and reached with his free hand to knead right breast as it swayed over his body. Her passionate kiss allayed the rest of his remaining fears as he melted into its warm embrace and his hips began to buck beneath her, lifting her up just as soon as she lowered herself upon him.<br><br>He began to match her movement, his rhythm growing stronger and taking the lead, even with her on top, as he began to thrust upward to pierce her heated pussy. Feeling her grip tighten on his wrist as his thrusts became harder, he bent it forward and loosened her grip before braiding his fingers with hers and clutching hard against her hand. "If you're mine, then fuck me like you mean it," he said with lust dripping from his voice. "C'mon, fuck me harder," he added as he began to pound violently into her pussy, his feet braced on the bed beneath them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 16:52:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel's voice sounded somewhere in the background to the overwhelming sense of passion riding Toria's body. She never intended to let loose like this, not in this situation. She was going to seduce him, yes, but this wasn't seduction. This was something far beyond her control. Her fingers curled tight with his in the intimate palm to palm hold and she moved harder, literally pushing her body to the limits of what she was capable of. <br><br>The sheer lust sparking off every touch, every movement, every sound, drove her quickly towards an intense build up of climax. When she felt it rise, she clenched hard around him and her moans grew almost panicked. She pulled him up to sit under her and wrapped her arms around his body, stretching her legs out behind him. <br>"Bring me to bliss," she moaned in a quiet, raspy voice in his ear and then kissed and licked her way across his jaw and to his lips where she buried a gasp in a passionate kiss.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 17:13:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of her soft and sweat slick skin against his sent a shiver up his spine. Her body was so supple and firm, the hardened muscles beneath her soft, feminine form belying the hardened core of her being. Her body simply turned him on in all the right ways, and the way she purred her desire to him drove him even higher in his desire to claim her. <br><br>As she sat him up and kissed him deeply, Samuel took hold of her waist, clenching below into the softer skin of her buttocks as he gripped her tightly and began to buck his hips upward and out. Clenching his own buttocks, he pummeled her wet pussy, their skin suctioning together and pulled apart to fill the room with the erotic sounds of their union. Drawing a gasp from her throat with one particularly hard thrust, he moved his hand up her back, grabbing hold of her shoulder to pulled her down as his upward thrusts continued. <br><br>The physicality of their passion built in heated waves as they both became lost in the ecstasy of their building release. Samuel's pent up sexual frustration from too long without was finding its outlet in her body, even as he hoped she was finding release with his. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 17:36:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toria succumbed to the ecstasy of his body under her, inside her, around her. Her climax built fast and she screamed out in pleasure and lost control when her body shook with the spasms and clenching of every single muscle. Her orgasm washed over her and and over him as her juices flowed from the very core of her, coating his cock and dripping down her thighs. She clung to him in a desperate attempt to stay upright, panting and pleading in a hushed voice, "please, please... so good... so good..."<br><br>There wasn't much Toria would ever admit to failing at, but her plans to seduce Samuel in order to escape had failed greatly. She was in his arms at this moment without a single desire to leave, at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 00:28:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Whatever her previous faults in life, there was one thing Samuel would credit her for into eternity: she was the most passionate lover he'd ever bedded. Feeling the sway of gravity propelling them, Samuel leaned forward, sending Toria to her back. He grabbed hold of her hips and withdrew his cock for only a moment as he twisted her body and guided her hips back so that she was on her knees and elbows.<br><br>Rising up on one knee, and planting a foot on the side of her leg for leverage, Samuel guided his prick easily into her velvet folds. The sound of her juices sluiced by his cock was both erotic and intense, as his thighs met hers in the beginning of this position of sexual urgency. Without pausing he began to piston himself in and out of her heated sex, filling and emptying her as his heavy sac slapped forcefully upon her swollen labia and clitoral hood. Reaching down, he took hold of one swaying breast as he left his other hand gripping her waist as his thrusts became harder and faster.<br><br>His inarticulate moans and grunts became fierce until he was growling with his intense need to fill her with his spend. Feeling the need rise within him, he turned loose of her breast and leveraged himself fully on her firm waist as the sound of their skin slapping together filled the room alongside his rising, animalistic grumblings. With just a few powerful strokes his body shook with the tremors only felt in the midst of ecstasy as he empty his seed inside, mixing their combined juices as they fell to the bed together, Samuel wrapping his arms around her tightly as his body shook in the aftershocks of their coupling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Taming the Trickster (Boru [formerly Tales] &amp; Amelia...finally)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:46:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Perfectly still, aside from the shallow rise and fall of her chest, Toria let the afterglow envelope her ever-working mind for just a moment. She didn't need to move right away, there was no urgency, no flight. She could just... be, for a while. <br><br>Far too quickly her dazed emotions were swept aside by the fire in her heart, the flare of pride and justification of her actions. This was only a step in getting away. A trick, and an old one at that. She wasn't here to lie and swoon over a man, no matter how fantastic he was as a lover. She needed to get out, for the sake of her independence, her sanity, her life.<br><br>But not yet.<br><br>She curled up against Samuel's chest and pulled his arm around her, kissing his shoulder softly before relaxing into the bed and settling to sleep. He better not plan to make her sleep tied up in that bed again... 
			</dd>
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