The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 06:09:04</strong>
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				Dr. Simon Baker had lived longer than he appeared to by making powerful friends... and had made his share of powerful enemies as well. So he had learned to keep his senses sharp at all times, particularly when he was away from the security of his country home, his townhouse or the Baker Clinic. <br><br>And tonight, something felt decidedly wrong as he left a late-night meeting with one of his off-the-books clients. A typical enough request, to disappear someone whose presence in the city was now problematic. A matter of an hour's work, and his offshore account would be thousands the richer. But of course, now he was aware that the warehouse they had met in was being watched...<br><br>Perhaps he had been set up, or perhaps the fool had allowed himself to be followed... or perhaps he had attracted a hunter. This happened from time to time, although he had hoped to live another decade or so under this identity. Perhaps it was only one, and he could eliminate the threat cleanly. <br><br>He narrowed his dark eyes, ran a gloved hand over his black hair to smooth it where the wind had toyed with it, adjusted the lapels of his winter coat and straightened his tie.<br><br>Either way, time to let the enemy reveal himself...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 06:35:47</strong>
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				Aside from the fact he had been born with a special gift, Eric Jones wasn't that much different from any other eighteen year old. Despite the fact he had been told by his mentors he exhibited more potential than any witch hunter in the past few decades, they still (he thought) treated him like a child.&nbsp; Constant training practically any time he wasn't involved in some activity related to his "alter ego" education at Thomas Jefferson High School, where prohibitions on using his "gift" meant he wasn't allowed to participate in sports at all.&nbsp; Eric was pretty sure that if he had been allowed to play football, he could have controlled his abilities sufficiently to not take unfair advantage, and probably get a girlfriend out of the deal.&nbsp; As it was, his after school plans usually involved just more schooling, of a different nature.<br><br>Okay, so he <em>was</em> different from most 18 year old high school seniors.&nbsp; But he was still basically human male, producing the usual hormones and what not.&nbsp; And he resented being treated like a child.<br><br><em>"Absolutely not, you're not experienced enough to face even the youngest of witches.&nbsp; Eric, your powers are absolutely amazing, but without experience, under the tutelage of hunters who have been doing this since before you were born, Well, it can be very dangerous for you. You must promise me, never go hunting alone.&nbsp; Not until we all say you're ready."</em><br><br>Well, Eric promised, that's true.&nbsp; So what was he doing outside this warehouse?&nbsp; It wasn't as if he had gone out to go hunting.&nbsp; He was out on a perfectly legitimate trip to the store for a late night snack when he sensed it.&nbsp; The presence of evil. So strong the initial sensation was a moment of disorientation before he came back to the present.&nbsp; This was something that had to be investigated.&nbsp; <br><br>Eric had no intentions of trying to take on any witches by himself, but he did decide to investigate, to get a clearer picture of what was happening before slipping back to a safe place to call his mentors to inform them of his find.&nbsp; After all, they would have questions, and he wanted to be sure he had the answers.<br><br>He saw a man go into what was supposed to be an abandoned warehouse.&nbsp; Surely, with his stealthy skills, Eric could slip inside, do what he needed to do undetected, and slip out to await the cavalry.&nbsp; What he didn't realize is there were some very legitimate reasons his mentors wouldn't allow him to go hunting alone, and he was about to find this out the hard way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 07:19:57</strong>
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				Baker made a point not to stop as he detected someone entering stealthily, not to give any appearance of knowing he was no longer alone. He continued strolling on towards his BMW, parked inside the open space of the empty warehouse, as if completely unaware of the danger. He would know if he was faced with overwhelming force, so he could afford to let the stalker get a little closer before reacting. Still, he mouthed an invocation, and felt his body shift slightly inside his skin.
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 07:32:06</strong>
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				Eric was perched on one of the overhead rafters, near a window for a quick escape, when he sensed the man approaching his vehicle.&nbsp; A single subject. Alone.&nbsp; No bodyguards, no guards posted.&nbsp; And evil, Eric could tell.<br><br>The young hunter appeared to have every advantage.&nbsp; Surprise, height, and his natural skills.&nbsp; Two days ago he'd just helped three of his mentors take out a coven of witches, two of whom were reported to be quite powerful.&nbsp; Eric could take out this man, dispose of the body (after all, the cops still treated dead bodies as dead bodies... how are they supposed to know witches are for real) and be home before anyone got suspicious.<br><br>He ... just ... had .. to.. quietly .. reach .. the ... next ... raf....&nbsp; Then it happened, the man whispered something, and Eric got dizzy, disorientated again, and not only missed the rafter he was reaching for, but lost his grip with the other hand.&nbsp; The fall was over 15 feet, but Eric had been trained in acrobatics since before he could read and write.&nbsp; Only he'd never done it under these circumstances.&nbsp; All that was going through his mind as he was falling was "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 07:54:28</strong>
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				As Eric tumbled to the floor, a few empty cardboard boxes breaking his fall, Simon turned and laughed at the display. "And here I was worried."<br><br>He folded his arms loosely over his chest. "Well now, stand up, let's have a look at you..." His eyes gleamed and he smirked. "Barely a man. I should tan your hide, knock out your short term memory and send you home... There are niceties to the game, after all. If we wiped out every hunter we'd grow lazy and complacent... and every now and then one of you does something useful like prevent human extinction or somesuch. But..."<br><br>He took a step closer, still out of easy kicking distance, and looked at Eric more intently. "But you killed Melisande." His expression darkened. "we were never close, but she had helped me once or twice down the years... and she had done fine things as well as foul. But you only smell the foulness, don't you?"<br><br>The driver door of the BMW opened, and a beautiful young woman with strikingly pale skin, dark eyes and long black curls looked out. Simon raised a hand to keep her back. "Make certain he is as alone as he thinks he is..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 08:18:17</strong>
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				Eric had practiced this fall a million times, or so it seemed, but always on purpose and with time to mentally prepare.&nbsp; As he lay there looking at the sinister looking man looking down on him, Eric was having trouble regaining his breath, much less his composure.&nbsp; Nonetheless, he managed to stand, never taking his eyes off the man, yet using his highly refined skills to scan the area for others, ready to defend himself against all comers.<br><br>Guns were problematic for hunters as young as Eric, so he had to be content with carrying an array of more archaic weapons.&nbsp; Only a trip to the store for a candy bar and soda didn't really warrant strapping an array of weaponry to his body.&nbsp; All he had were the nunchaku tucked behind his back and the knife strapped to his calf.&nbsp; To make a move for either might not be his best move right now, since the other guy had the advantage.<br><br>So, he was talking.&nbsp; That was good.&nbsp; Talking meant he may have some plan other than the instant kill.&nbsp; And any time one could put off being killed, it was a good thing, because it meant other options might present themselves. <br><br>&nbsp;<em>"I don't know who ... I mean, what you're talking about."&nbsp; </em>After all, it wasn't like they introduced themselves to the witches whose meetings they crashed.&nbsp; Plus, hunters weren't supposed to admit to being hunters, or to killing anyone, or anything.&nbsp; &nbsp;"<em>So, are you going to introduce yourself, or.....</em>"&nbsp; He was cut off, or rather, distracted, by a rather stunning woman exiting the BMW. And after all, Eric was an 18 year old male who didn't have a girlfriend to show off for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 08:38:56</strong>
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				"Call me Simon. No doubt you've read my file, been watching for a while now... No? You really are alone, aren't you?" He smirked. "Alone with no-one to know where you are. No-one to miss you." His smile widened to a grin. <br><br>"Not that anyone would, I suppose, other than your comrades in arms. Let me guess, one of mine killed your parents, something like that? This constant fighting does take a terrible toll on both sides... And now on you."<br><br>The woman returned, shaking her head. "Warm up the engine anyway..." Simon said, then turned back to Eric. "So, boy. Do you walk out with me or leave feet-first?" He lowered his hands, open and palms out. "Show me what you can do, killer..."
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 08:49:36</strong>
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				Well, no, he hadn't read a file on anyone named Simon, not that he could recall.&nbsp; Still, best not to give away anything to the enemy, so Eric remained stoic and tried to watch for the little surprises-- the sudden moves by Simon, or perhaps the very slow moves he's not suppose to see.. like reaching discretely for a weapon.<br><br>At the same time, he kept trying to scan the area for accomplices, other than the one he already knew about.<br><br>And at the same time, he couldn't help it, he kept glancing at the lovely woman, and not because he was expecting her to attack. It was just.. well.. he didn't get to meet many women, what with his training and all, except at school.&nbsp; And nobody at school looked like that.&nbsp; Sure, there were attractive girls, and even some attractive teachers, but the way this woman carried herself, the way she dressed, there was something about her the young man found absolutely fascinating.&nbsp; Despite the danger he was in.<br><br>Eric's training hadn't taught him what to do in a situation like this, and he tried to keep his voice from quivering.&nbsp; <em>I'm not.. necessarily... choosing feet first.&nbsp; But if I said I didn't want to go with you, how would you accomplish that?&nbsp; And.. if I say I'll go with you peacefully.. where will we be going?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 09:08:52</strong>
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				The woman gave him a rather wicked smile before she stepped back into the car and started it up, reversing it close to Simon and Eric. <br><br>"We'd go to one of my homes and there we could discuss your future. Killing you would be a last resort. One of which I am quite capable, of course, but I would much rather not. But equally I can hardly let you go, can I? No, no. Something must be done... it's your choice what that entails." Simon shrugged. "See something you like, by the way?" He chuckled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 09:21:34</strong>
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				Though not thinking clearly, Eric knew the threat of immediate danger had passed.&nbsp; Perhaps that's why he was able to focus so intently on the woman and her.. beautiful.. evil.. smile.&nbsp; However evil she may seem -- after all, she's working for a powerful wizard&nbsp; -- he nonetheless felt a noticeable stirring.. <em>down there</em>.<br><br><em>"I uhhhhh.. I.. think I'll go with you."</em>&nbsp; He told himself it could work to his advantage to not strike now, but use this opportunity to find out where the man lived, then escape to tell the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 18:27:03</strong>
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				"Good, good." Simon smiled, as casually as if Eric had just agreed to meet for a game of squash. "You are a brave one. Or do you just want a closer look at Lena?" he added with a chuckle as he held the back door opposite the driver's side for Eric. The car was roomy in the back, with leather seats and all mod cons. Simon clearly lived well.<br><br>The woman, Lena, looked back and gazed at Eric, as if appraising him, measuring him up. Then she smiled, rather wickedly, and tuned back to look ahead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 19:12:08</strong>
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				Perhaps he had watched too many of the older James Bond movies, but he couldn't resist engaging in a bit of witty repertoire with the bad guy before bringing down his evil empire.<br><br><strong><em>"Actually, as lovely as she is, I was hoping for a closer look at your... residence?</em></strong><br><br>Eric tried to sound cool, like James Bond, but even he could tell there was a little quiver in his voice.&nbsp; And a bulge in his jeans.&nbsp; It would be a little embarrassing if either Simon or Lena saw that, but there wasn't much he could do to hide it without calling attention to it.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 19:23:56</strong>
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				"Then get in." Simon smirked, looking like he was considering another comment... very possibly one about the bulge. He rested a hand on the frame of the door, ready to close it once Eric was seated. "You'll have time for an extensive tour."
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 19:33:51</strong>
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				Eric climbed into the back seat of the BMW, trying to do so in a fashion that his weapons wouldn't present any sort of outline against his clothing.<br><br>He was surprised Simon didn't check him for weapons.&nbsp; Was he so arrogant that he wasn't worried that Eric might be armed?&nbsp; Or was he so overconfident that he forgot to check?&nbsp; Either way, Eric would wait for the opportunity to try to very discretely retrieve the knife he had strapped to his calf just above his ankle, and inside his pants leg.&nbsp; Success would depend on where the others would ride in the car.<br><br>He didn't necessarily want Simon to get him inside the house, he only wanted to see where it was.&nbsp; Perhaps he could take out Simon, and regretably, Lena too, with the knife, and use the car to get home.&nbsp; Or close to home.&nbsp; He was well aware the car could be used to track his movements, so he would remain flexible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 19:50:30</strong>
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				Simon closed the door, walked around and sat beside him, behind Lena. As he pulled the door shut, Eric could hear the clunk of heavy central locking. <br><br>Simon buckled his seatbelt and sat back, apparently completely relaxed, as the car started forwards into the dark city streets. "There. That's more comfortable, isn't it? For me, at least." He crossed his legs, letting a foot in a gleaming Italian leather shoe dangle. "I imagine you're rather... tense. I could help with that, of course. Perhaps by explaining my plan?" He shifted forwards to retrieve a bottle of water from a small locker between the front seats, and offered it to Eric. "Being sworn to the dark, I find making devil's deals rather amusing. So I'm going to make you a deal. Not for your soul... in fact, your soul might well be in better condition if you accept. You have taken lives. Damned lives, to be sure, but lives none the less. You should balance that..."
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 20:07:49</strong>
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				It had really been too much to hope that they both sat up front and left him in the back alone. Oh well, got to keep it real.<br><br>Eric declined the water with a little shaking of the head but no comment.&nbsp; Adrenaline was pumping through his body like crazy, and that always dries out the mouth, but he wasn't about to accept a drink from someone who could very well be using it to drug or poison him.<br><br>Oddly enough, the thing that really started to get to him was Simon, and his general smugness about it all.&nbsp; Eric knew that it could be useful to be up against an opponent who underestimated him, but damn.&nbsp; Doesn't he have any respect for the fact he's about to join the hunter elite?<br><br>And those shoes, and that damned suit, and the car, and the gorgeous woman who herself was probably wearing hundreds of dollars worth of clothing and accessories.&nbsp; Hunters weren't actually sworn to poverty, that's just the way it always turned out.&nbsp; After all, one couldn't very well hold down a good job while needing to rush away at a moment's notice to respond to a witch sighting.<br><br>After a minute, give or take, he realized his mind had drifted, and he looked back up at Simon.&nbsp; <br><br><strong><em>"You were talking about your.. plan?&nbsp; Do go on, please."</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 01:44:08</strong>
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				Simon shrugged at the refusal of the bottle, opened it and took a long drink himself, then set it down between them. <br><br>"Of course, but at a certain point it becomes easier to show you than simply tell you. Or, well... not exactly easier, but certainly more amusing." He smirked. "Don't worry, if I intended to kill you we wouldn't be having this conversation. So don't force my hand, it would be a terrible waste."<br><br>The car turned, and Simon looked out of the window into the dark. "Ah, here we are. Take a look." The car was now pasing through a security gate,&nbsp; following a drive up to a large, modern house with an extensive garden. As Eric looked over the house, Simon chuckled. "The wages of sin..."<br><br>Lena parked in a three-car garage, the central locking clicked off and Simon unfastened his seatbelt.
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 01:57:37</strong>
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				<em>The wages of sin, indeed,</em> Eric thought to himself.&nbsp; He had paid close attention to where they were driving at all times, and was well aware of the location of the house.&nbsp; All he was waiting for was that click of the door being unlocked, and he would make his move.<br><br>Distract Simon with one hand coming at his face while grabbing the "special" knife he carried and plunge it quickly into all the various places he knew would hurt, going for the instant kill times three.&nbsp; Assuming the female driver would be startled momentarily, he could then reach over her seat and slice her throat before she could react, either turning to fight him or lock the doors to prevent his escape.<br><br>Drag them both out of the car (no sense in taking any chances on anything unusual happening with the "dead" but magical passengers in the car),&nbsp; Crash the gate, and home free.&nbsp; That's the plan.<br><br>That was the plan.<br><br>He smiled at Simon and nodded toward the driver to distract him, then threw the palm of his hand up toward Simon's face as he quickly tried to pull the knife free and finish him.<br><br>That was the plan, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 02:08:26</strong>
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				And then Simon touched his hand. And he felt every muscle in his body seize up.<br><br>"I told you not to do that." <br><br>Simon sighed, like a teacher scolding a student, more weary than truly angry and not at all surprised. "Still. I suppose you deserve one shot. One last hurrah." He moved his finger away from Eric's palm, and he felt his muscles loosen, to the point of being unable to raise his arms and barely able to keep his head up or his eyes open. <br><br>Simon walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door for Eric, holding a hand out to help him up. "Get out."<br><br>Eric felt his arms and legs move, felt his hand take Simon's and saw that he was clambering out of the car. When he was out, Simon closed the door. "My magic allows me to control bodies. Now, hand me the knife, or I will make you stab yourself with it."
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 02:18:17</strong>
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				Eric could only stare in disbelief, and shock, at Simon throughout this part of his ordeal.&nbsp; None of his training, his spell resistance, even the little crucifix he wore under his shirt which contained very strong magic, none of it did any good.<br><br>He felt himself getting out of the car, no will power of his own, no ability to control anything he did now.&nbsp; Until Simon told him to hand over the knife, and he somehow knew he now had control of that arm.&nbsp; For a microsecond he considered thrusting the knife at Simon.&nbsp; But since all his other plans hadn't worked (and they were well thought out) this one probably wouldn't work either.<br><br>So.. he handed over the knife.&nbsp; The one which had been forged with the sort of devotion that would make a genuine Samari's katana jealous, from the highest grade of steel available, and a mix of secret potions and spells folded into the blade.&nbsp; It looked like just an ordinary knife, and a poor quality one at that. But Simon probably knew different.&nbsp; He probably knew all sort of things Eric would have never suspected.<br><br>Then, Eric just whimpered something he hadn't planned to say.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Please don't hurt me."</span></em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 03:01:47</strong>
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				Simon's neatly manicured fingers curled around the handle of the blade. "Good weight to it, balanced for throwing... old and potent venoms." He lowered his hand. "Used correctly, this would have been quite painful."<br><br>Then Eric whimpered "Please don't hurt me." <br><br>Simon raised his eyebrows, then laughed. It did not sound like the cruel laughter of a monster amused by his victim, but genuine mirth. "Oh, fear not... I said I would not hurt you unless I had to. And I will not. In fact..." He leaned closer, and whispered into Eric's ear. "In fact, once all is said and done, you will thank me."<br><br>He turned, still holding the dagger casually at his side. "Come along... under your own power or mine, I don't mind, but your own is one less thing for me to do."<br><br>Up ahead, Lena removed her chauffeur's cap and opened a door leading from the garage into the house. Simon stepped up and held it for Eric.
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 03:07:05</strong>
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				Poor Eric.&nbsp; Everything was going wrong and he didn't know how to handle it.&nbsp; Simon had said that not only will he not hurt Eric, but that Eric will thank him for what's going to happen?&nbsp; What could that mean?&nbsp; Does Simon plan to corrupt him?&nbsp; A hunter?&nbsp; Eric simply couldn't allow that to happen, and was glad Simon didn't remove the crucifix he wore.&nbsp; That gave him some comfort, and some hope that he could resist attempts to corrupt him.&nbsp; Then he looked at the woman again, and sighed.&nbsp; Yes, he would have to use all his powers to withstand this, and shouldn't be letting his thoughts wander.<br><br>He absentmindedly walked into the house, not really sure if he was walking under his own power or Simon's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 03:17:31</strong>
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				The door lead to a corridor, and then out into a large living room. <br><br>The house was beautiful. Large picture windows with a view of the grounds on one side and a verandah on the other, a stone fireplace, original art on the walls, thick carpeting, leather seats... Simon must have been a millionaire. <br><br>Lena started to unfasten her uniform jacket, leaving her tight blouse and skirt on as she walked to a side room.<br><br>"Take a seat. Drink?" Simon prowled over to a bar at the side of the room, stocked with vintage wines, rare whiskies and more. "No poison, no potions... you know I don't need that." He poured himself a scotch on the rocks. 
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 04:30:45</strong>
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				<strong><em>"Hmmm...?"</em></strong> He thought her heard Simon say something, realized he was watching Lena absentmindedly, then whipped his head around to look at the speaker to quickly respond as was polite.. <strong><em>"No, thank you."</em></strong> That was before he realized he was being polite to the guy, whatever he was, some sort of entity, who had in effect, kidnapped him.<br><br>Eric sat up straighter and lowered his voice.&nbsp; <strong><em>"So, can we dispense with the pleasantries and you get around to telling me what you have planned?"</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 03:03:19</strong>
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				"Of course." Simon smiled, then took a sip. "Ahh... nothing but the best." He swirled the glass as he walked over, a confident stride. <br><br>"Now. You want to live through the night, I take it? If not, I return your knife, you give it a shot, and your body will be delivered somewhere as a warning. If so... then this goes one of two ways... You tell me what I ask, or you do what I order." He sat opposite Eric. "You tell me about your... comrades in arms, and you can walk away from here, and from them, safe. Live a full life, meet a nice girl, settle down, make babies, all that. I won't even visit you on your deathbed and upset your grandchildren."<br><br>He finished his glass. <br><br>"Or. You keep your code of silence, and you'll still never see them again... and still live a full life... but under my terms."<br><br>He set the glass down on the coffee table, and held the rim forcefully. <br><br>"So. Will you live happily ever after, or will you live to regret it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 05:14:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric wanted to laugh defiantly, as so many of his movie heroes have done in the past, but it just wasn't in him.&nbsp; He was 18 years old, the most gifted witch hunter in memory (according to his tutors) and he was going to be dead in the next few minutes.&nbsp; It might have been a little more bearable if he could die among the bodies of a dozen witched he'd just slain... but like this?&nbsp; A lamb to the slaughter?<br><br>He sighed.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Maybe... I'll take that drink now.&nbsp; And the knife."</em></strong><br><br>His captors would be able to hear the dejection in his voice.&nbsp; He may as well have asked for a blindfold as a man about to be hanged or shot would.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 05:27:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon sighed deeply.<br><br>Behind him, Lena walked out of the side room, now wearing a sheer black robe over a lace negligee, high-heeled mules on her feet tapping as she walked to the bar and retrieved a glass for Eric.<br><br>As she poured from the Ardbeg bottle, Simon picked up the knife carefully and set it down on the table between him and Eric.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 05:42:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric slowly reached for the knife, not wanting to take his eyes off Simon.&nbsp; Or Lena.&nbsp; A difficult proposition, but that's one of the things that made hunters special.&nbsp; He knew Simon wouldn't simply turn over the knife to him unless he had a trick up his sleeve, but to be a prisoner with a knife is preferable to being a prisoner without a knife.<br><br>And there was also that basic tactic of buying more time.<br><br><strong><em>"Just out of curiosity, what was that other option?&nbsp; You said either answer questions or do what you order me to do.&nbsp; What were you planning to order me to do?"</em></strong><br><br>Lena, he had to admit, was getting to him.&nbsp; So beautiful.. and sexy.&nbsp; And him, 18 without a girlfriend.&nbsp; All the girls at school just saw him as a nerd, and a bit clumsy at that.&nbsp; At least Lena knew what he really was.&nbsp; Funny, the only girl who knew how special he was, and she was working for the enemy.&nbsp; Well, no, she probably <em>was</em> the enemy.<br><br>Taking the glass when she handed it to him, he would thank her and begin sipping, waiting for Simon's explanation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 06:03:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon smirked As Eric leaned back. "Well now, that really would be telling. It would be much more amusing to show." He flexed his fingers, and Eric could hear the knuckles click as he did. "But let's just say... it wouldn't hurt, it would be very educational, and you would be able to walk out on two feet if you changed your mind."<br><br>Lena smiled wickedly at the description, as she knelt slightly to hand Eric the glass of scotch, giving him a view of her chest over the top of her negligee.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 06:15:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric was on something of an emotional roller coaster.&nbsp; Terrified of death one second, then feeling like there was a chance of walking out soon the next.&nbsp; Simon, so evil, yet so polite.<br><br>And Lena.<br><br>He couldn't read the evil in her, probably because of Simon's proximity.&nbsp; Sure, deep down he knew she had to be evil, but... there was that part of him who, quite illogically, and perhaps subconsciously, thought he could "rescue" her from this.<br><br>Perhaps he shouldn't watch so many movies.<br><br>As he drank whatever it was Lena served him ... being 18 he didn't have as sophisticated a palate as most of his colleagues, he felt himself loosen up a bit.&nbsp; And it felt good.&nbsp; And eventually, he stopped trying to pretend he wasn't looking at Lena.<br><br>And another effect of the alcohol... it just wanted to make him try to show off for Lena a bit more.&nbsp; Here they were.. two warriors, two bucks in a competition to impress the desirable female.&nbsp; Simon, older and more sophisticated, with some powerful magic and obviously, tons of money.&nbsp; And Eric.&nbsp; Not much to show for his efforts now, but as his mentors said, the most promising hunter to come along in decades.<br><br>Eric smiled at Simon.&nbsp; He may have to pretend to be a nerd on campus, but not here.&nbsp; He could talk smack with the best of them.<br><br><strong><em>"So, Simon, tell me again about that bitch I killed earlier this week.&nbsp; I suspect she was something more to you than you let on."</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 06:30:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon smiled thinly. "Ahh, planning on going down fighting. There's that human spirit we hear so much about. 'You can't beat the human spirit!' 'Kill me and two more will take my place!' I've actually heard three of your people say that over the years. Years apart, too... almost like they were given a line that wasn't true. The last one was, what...?" He turned to Lena, shrugging. "Two thousand four, two thousand five? While ago, anyway." As she did not answer, he looked back to Eric, and his smile widened to a grin. "That human spirit of yours. Like we aren't human, just because we trade with those beyond. Like the rest of them wouldn't take what we have, if only they had the guts..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:57:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric was determined not to let Simon get to him with any little head games.&nbsp; And there was the Lena factor.&nbsp; Now, in Eric's mind (perhaps due to the alcohol which was loosening him up considerably) it was getting down to a baser level, the primal instincts.. there was a desirable female, and two males were going to compete for her.&nbsp; Simon may be older, more experienced, and have a lot more money, but Simon was someone Eric had never heard of.<br><br>On the other hand, Eric was the hunter elite.&nbsp; His mentors told him that.&nbsp; They told him he had more potential than anyone they had seen in years.&nbsp; He may be young, and untried, but he was going to show Simon -- and more importantly, Lena -- what he was made of.<br><br>Eric stood, a little unsteady on his feet, looking over the opulent room as if he owned the place.. or perhaps was considering buying the place.<br><br><strong><em>"Is this vase expensive?"</em></strong><br><br>CRASH<br><br><strong><em>"Oops."</em></strong>&nbsp; He smiled at Simon, then gave Lena a wink before going to the very ornate, expensive chess set on a table in the corner.<br><br><strong><em>"Simon.&nbsp; Fancy a game?"</em></strong>&nbsp; He took hold of a pawn from each side.&nbsp; One side gold pieces, the other side platinum.&nbsp; Each was mounted on bases encrusted with jewels.&nbsp; There was no doubt a single pawn cost more than Eric's 20 year old economy car that required two quarts of oil for every fill up.&nbsp; <strong><em>"I presume you play.&nbsp; Or...."</em></strong>&nbsp; Glancing at Lena again... <strong><em>"do you just keep it around because it's pretty, but you don't have any idea what to do with it?"</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 06:45:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon let out a deep, weary sigh as he stepped around the broken pieces of porcelain. "Of course I play. The vase was there to show off, the board is not only there for that. Of course, everything here is in part for show." <br><br>He took a seat on the leather chair placed behind the gold pieces. "So. A game. The stakes? Let me guess... life? You know that I value the deal above all else, so you hope I will abide by a wager as well." He reached out his hand to shake. "So I shall. Your move..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 06:54:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That was a bit more than Eric was planning on wagering, but ... his life was already in Simon's hands, and he didn't want to appear cowardly by refusing the wager in front of Lena, so.. he shook.<br><br>Now it was, in the words of the old song.. <em>in for a penny, in for a pound</em>.&nbsp; In the age old way of determining who moves first, Eric discretely clutched a pawn from each side in each fist and held them out for his opponent to choose.<br><br>Simon picked platinum... the way the board was set up, the equivalent to white... he gets the advantage of going first.<br><br>Eric knew the game of chess very well, but was hardly a master at it, not having the time to devote to it along with all the more important training required of him.<br><br>He was nervous, alright.&nbsp; So nervous that to calm his nerves, he asked Lena for another drink.<br><br>It wouldn't take Eric long to see whether or not he'd gotten in over his head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 07:52:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And clearly he had. Simon moved decisively with each motion, his hand never hovering over the board, taking moments to consider Eric's moves before countering them, taking the first piece quickly, then the second... <br><br>Lena smiled as she brought the bottle over and poured Simon and Eric generous measures of the golden liquid. Simon took a sip as he considered Eric's latest move, then moved a piece of his own quickly. A strategy was emerging, but not one Eric could recognise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 08:02:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Back on that roller coaster, nothing was making sense to him.&nbsp; He had just bet his life on a game of chess against a man without knowing how well he could play, and now it appeared he was losing.&nbsp; As each second ticked away on the clock it only served to remind Eric, in a rather dramatic fashion, that his time was growing short.&nbsp; Immediately preceding the game, much of his focus was on the beautiful and sexy Lena.&nbsp; Now, he was desperately focusing on the board, in a bit of a panic, barely aware of her presence.<br><br>Poor Eric, perspiring now, taking the maximum time to study each move, only to have a very smug Simon counter it immediately, not giving him even a moment to recover from one ordeal before being presented with another.&nbsp; His breathing and heart rate were increased.<br><br>It would have been more merciful just to challenge him to pistols at ten paces and not given him a pistol.&nbsp; At least the agony would have been over more quickly.&nbsp; Now with each piece Eric lost, he glared at Simon in anger, barely able to hold his temper, only to realize he had to use his time to try to figure his next move..<br><br>He was on the defensive now, and not even able to evaluate the strategic situation.&nbsp; Just trying to protect pieces from capture.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 08:25:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Check." Simon smiled thinly and sat back in his chair, seeming completely relaxed. "And I do believe mate in three."<br><br>He was right, of course. It took Eric a moment to see but there it was, iescapable by any strategy he could think of.<br><br>Lena smiled and stepped around to drape an arm over Simon's shoulders as he considered Eric thoughtfully. "Well now. Are you ready to consider my offer, or do you still need more time to try and think your way out? Hm?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 08:36:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing Lena put her arm around Simon was adding insult to injury, more than he could take.&nbsp; With a rather violate wave of his arm, he sent the chess pieces flying as he shouted at Simon.<br><br>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>"fucking son of a bitch!!!"</strong></em></span><br><br><br>But, he didn't attack.&nbsp; Instead, he just slumped down in his chair, waiting for the inevitable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 08:46:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Or he was about to, but Simon raised a hand. He felt his legs seize before he could sit, his arms stop before he could reach for his knife. <br><br>"Stand up." <br><br>He found his body doing as he was told. <br><br>"I'm going to give you all the time you could possibly need. Walk to the open floor, by the fire..."<br><br>Simon stood and followed Eric as he walked out. <br><br>"Take your clothes off."<br><br>And Eric felt his hands moving to do just that. <br><br>Simon smirked as Eric's jacket dropped to the floor. "Put your jacket on the fire. Now your shirt... your jeans... Take out wallets, belts, anything that won't burn well... that necklace..." <br><br>Eric was naked now, his back warmed by the fire burning his clothes. <br><br>"Tell me... and don't let Lena influence you... blonde, brunette, redhead? Which do you like more?"<br><br>Simon smiled devilishly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 08:57:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric was no longer in control, that was clear, and afraid he was going to die...&nbsp; Then a strange thing happened to him mentally, psychologically perhaps.&nbsp; He no longer in control of his body, it was simply moving in response to Simon's commands, but along with that, it seemed his brain shut out all worry about his impending death, as if letting someone else worry about that, too.<br><br>And even stranger, on that long trek to the fireplace, Eric seemed to notice every nice and expensive thing in sight.&nbsp; The paintings and the furniture and the sculptures and even the room itself screamed opulence and would have even empty.&nbsp; And Eric suddenly regretted that he never had anything nice.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the result of being so long in the presence of evil, but Eric experienced a period of materialism, where he regretted not being able to live some lavish lifestyle like this before he died.<br><br>Undressed... and even in this zombie-like state he still had an erection .. all his combustibles in the fireplace, he responded to Simon's question.<br><br><em><strong>"Blond"</strong></em> he whispered without understanding why, or why the question was asked.&nbsp; Maybe Simon is going to give the condemned man his last wish, to lose his virginity.&nbsp; And he even went so far as to warn him that Lena wasn't going to be an option for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:16:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought so." Simon smirked. "Didn't I say?" he asked Lena, and she nodded.<br><br>he stepped closer, his hand still raised, fngers flexing.<br><br>"Relax... Your adrenal response should be slowing by now, so you can pay attention. There..." <br><br>"Look at it this way. None of this is real. I made this reality out of unrealised possibilities. The <em>real</em> you waited, took pictures, reported me to your comrades. Killed me. He'll go on to live well, fight terrible monsters, settle down wth someone... He'll die saving the world in a decade or so, so I shouldn't interfere, I can just create nightmare parallels where I can exist, and have a chance to torment this echo of him. Nothing we do here is real, so it doesn't matter. So enjoy the show."<br><br>He smirked. "Anyway, blonde... curly or straight?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 23:36:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><em>"Not ....&nbsp; real.....</em></strong> he whispered, a little smile of relief appearing on his lips.&nbsp; It was a great relief to know he wasn't really here, and that Simon told him what a successful hunter he is going to be.&nbsp; He liked that part about settling down, too, and was glad he didn't specify it wouldn't be with Lena.&nbsp; He even went on to say <em><strong>"Thank you"</strong></em> to Simon... then took in a deep breath and braced himself for what was to come.<br><br><em><strong>"It isn't real."</strong></em>&nbsp; He was convinced of that and greatly relieved he wasn't as incompetent as he feared.&nbsp; Then he looked at Simon and nodded for him to proceed.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Alright, I'm ready for this. Curly, I want curly hair."</strong></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 01:27:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon chuckled as Eric thanked him. "I knew you'd thank me. That's one. There will be more... There have been in other versions. Sometimes you kill me, sometimes I kill you, but never one where you take my deal... so I thought it might be amusing to keep you this time."<br><br>He nodded as he chose curly. "Then you shall have it..." He started to gesture, his fingers turning around slowly as if spiralling downwards. <br><br>And Eric felt his scalp tingle. <br><br>Then it felt like his scalp was being pulled, tugged at by a soft brush firmly held, and then something brushed against the top of his ears, the back of his neck, his brow... <br><br>Soft, golden blonde curls starts to slide down in front of his face.<br><br>"Tall and slim, petite, curvy?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 01:56:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric wasn't quite sure what was going on, in a sort of a daze, but he would go on to describe the perfect woman for Simon. <br><br>Tall, but not too tall.&nbsp; <br><br>Curvy, definitely, he was a boy with a fascination with breasts and the feminine form in general. So, the more feminine the form was, the better he liked it.<br><br>As changes began to take place within him, he couldn't be quite sure what it was, but he just felt ..... sexier.&nbsp; And looking at Simon, handsome and so distinguished, with the beautiful sexy Lena beside him, surrounded by nice expensive things, he thought of how they made the perfect couple.&nbsp; Though a bit jealous of them, he was also happy for them, and wished he could have some of what they have for himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 02:23:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Long legs, slender waist, full bosom... yes, I like that..."<br><br>As he spoke, Simon ran his hand through the air, tracing the sort of shape he described. <br><br>And Eric felt his body start to shift. <br><br>Bones softened, stretched, shrank. His stomach pulled in, as if he had not eaten for days, and slimmed. Muscles tightened around their new shapes, themselves becoming thinner, weaker as his skin pulled in to cling to them, tight, suddenly smooth, hairless and soft. His body hair fell away and dissolved to nothing, apart from a small downy patch turning golden blonde around his manhood. <br><br>Then his hips started to pull apart, flaring out, and his manhood withdrew into him, vanishing completely. He could feel it moving inside him, taking a new place, a new role. <br><br>Then the space it left, marked by a soft slit surrounded by velvety fair hair, was hidden from sight as his chest began to swell, pushing out behind erect, enlarging nipples into full breasts.<br><br>"Eye colour?" Simon asked, smiling as he watched Eric helpless in his transformation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 02:34:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"Green..." </strong> </em>&nbsp; he whispered.<br><br>It was getting more and more difficult for him to remember who he was.&nbsp; Eric Jones.&nbsp; Born with the gift and sworn to fight evil in general, and witches in particular.&nbsp; Difficult though it might be to identify with who he knew he was, Eric, he still retained full knowledge of everything Eric knew.<br><br>The really perplexing part was trying to understand how he had ever hated Simon in the first place, even wanting to kill him.&nbsp; How could he have wanted that when he knew Simon would never harm him?<br><br><strong><em>"Are you sure this.... isn't real?"</em></strong><br><br>Simon hadn't lied to him about anything yet, but he just wanted some assurance.&nbsp; It just all <em>felt</em> so real.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 03:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His vision blurred as he chose green eyes, then refocused to 20/20. He felt changes spread across his face as well, his Adam's apple pulling into his tightening neck with a feeling like a hard swallow... his lips growing softer as he asked the question in a higher, lighter voice.<br><br>"It is real for you, and for me, but it is not the world that really happened. Relax... enjoy..."<br><br>Simon stepped closer and gently stroked Eric's sensitive cheek, then ran his fingers through his long, soft curls, teasing them out further, longer. <br><br>Lena smiled, visibly excited by the display of Simon's power and by Eric's transformation. <br><br>"This is what I do. I reshape the body. A very valuable service to some... a delicious torment to others..." <br><br>Simon gently, tenderly caressed Eric's soft skin, lightly adjusting him further, like a skilled sculptor. Lengthening Eric's fingernails and eyelashes, compressing his feet to a daintier size, lightly sliding a needle through his earlobes to pierce them as painlessly as warm clay, and finally lightly pressing the tip of his nose in and up. <br><br>"There." He stepped back to admire his creation, and smiled with pride. <br><br>"How long?" he asked. <br>"Less than three minutes," said Lena in a rich, musical voice. "Faster than me."<br>"You were paying," Simon chuckled. <br><br>Then he looked back to Eric. "You are free to move. Please follow Lena, she will help you to dress for dinner..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 03:28:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The transformation process wasn't without pain.&nbsp; Yes, it hurt a bit, but it was a good hurt.&nbsp; Like a deep tissue massage, it makes you gasp and groan and fight the urge to stop it, but at the same time it ....... <em>feels ... so ... good</em>.<br><br><em><strong>Erica</strong></em> couldn't help but let a little purr escape her newly formed throat, through those sensuous lips, as the handsome man stroked her cheek, and she felt sensations in her nether regions she had never felt before.&nbsp; Of course Eric had known arousal, but this was different.&nbsp; Way different.&nbsp; The sort of arousal that she somehow knew would make the journey to orgasm every bit as enjoyable as the orgasm itself, and she wouldn't care how long it took.&nbsp; (Well, up to a point.)<br><br><em><strong>"Simon...."</strong></em>&nbsp; she whispered.&nbsp; <em><strong>"This feels ....&nbsp; incredible."</strong></em> She had a million questions -- if only she knew what some of them were.<br><br>Her new body, her revised center of gravity, everything a size she wasn't accustomed to it being, made movement feel.. well.. strange.&nbsp; But it was an enjoyable change.&nbsp; Following Lena, she walked slowly, trying out her new self, and loving the way she felt.&nbsp; It all felt so... well.. incredible.<br><br>For the first time in her life--&nbsp; hers and Eric's put together-- she felt <em>sexy</em>.&nbsp; And she liked it.&nbsp; She hoped she would be given something as sexy to wear as Lena had.<br><br>Then, just before stepping out of the room, she turned to put her naked body on display for the handsome, charming man and gave him her prettiest smile yet.<br><br><strong><em>"Thank you, Simon."</em></strong>&nbsp; Then she winked, turned, and resumed following Lena. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 04:17:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon smiled, surprisingly gently, as Eric spoke as Erica for the first time. He stroked her soft cheek again, now just to stroke it as the change was complete.<br><br>He watched, still smiling, as Lena lead her away. The pride was still there, but also desire. He had created a girl he himself found beautiful, especially as she smiled and started to visibly enjoy her new form. <br><br>"You're most welcome, Erica."<br><br>...<br><br>Lena lead the way through Simon's beautiful house to what must have been a guest room, with a four-poster bed, a vanity with a makeup mirror and a bookcase full of classic literature in various languages. And through into an adjoining room... <br><br>A room full of women's clothing. <br><br>Surrounded by racks of dresses and gowns, skirts and tops, a full-length triptych mirror stood at one end of the boudoir.<br><br>"Take a look. See your new self."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 05:10:34</strong>
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				Mmm, a little tingle went through Erica as she heard Simon call her that for the first time.&nbsp; The changes which had just taken place in her body, and her mind, were so overwhelming she hadn't even thought of a name change.&nbsp; As she followed Lena back to the guest quarters, she smiled as she realized Simon had just, in essence, christened her with a name.&nbsp; She liked it.<br><br><em><strong>"Oh, Lena, this is all so lovely..."</strong></em> Then seeing herself in the mirror for the first time, she froze in place, staring at the lovely creature Simon had just created.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Is that... really.... me?"</strong></em><br><br>Erica could see into the adjoining room, and a brief glance revealed it was full of beautiful clothing, but all she wanted to do for now was look at the beautiful girl in the mirror. She was so moved she wanted to cry, and glanced back to Lena.<br><br><strong><em>"I'm beautiful.&nbsp; I'm.. almost as beautiful as you, aren't I?"</em></strong>.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 05:28:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"More, maybe... a different type, certainly."<br><br>It was true, next to the voluptuous, vampish Lena, who smiled as she gazed at herself... <br><br>Erica looked young, sweet and innocent. A shapely girl maybe eighteen, nineteen, with long, softly curled golden hair, sea-green eyes, soft lips, a lovely face and figure. She was completely feminine, a young woman, and she was indeed beautiful. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 06:07:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Young, sweet, and innocent looking, but still very much a fully developed woman.&nbsp; Erica could see the contrast as well, their reflections in the mirror as Lena stood close to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Despite the overwhelming joy she felt at knowing Simon had made her beautiful, she wanted more.<br><br>Speaking softly to Lena ... <em><strong>"I.. don't know anything about being a woman..." </strong> </em> trailing off and leaving unsaid that silent plea for help.&nbsp; She knew not to ask Lena outright, putting her in the awkward position of saying no if she didn't want to.&nbsp; Or saying no and then having to deal with the awkwardness Erica would feel, even if Lena wasn't so affected.&nbsp; <em><strong>"All this.. makeup.. and.. things.&nbsp; Is there perhaps, a book or something to which I could refer?" </strong> </em>&nbsp; Her voice was now so much softer, and "classier", but with a bit of a throaty sexiness to it that just almost didn't fit with the face in the mirror.<br><br><strong>She wanted to be more like Lena, dammit!</strong><br><br>She wanted what Lena had. Even though she didn't know what Lena had, Erica instinctively knew she wanted the same things.&nbsp; Staring right into Lena's eyes via the mirror, her look said it all:&nbsp; <em>Help me, please!</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 19:44:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"There are books, but I find a tutor is much better. And I will be glad to help you." Lena smiled, a kinder smile than the wickedly amused and seductive ones she had given Eric. <br><br>"Now, let's start with the foundations." She slid open a drawer, revealing many small items of gleaming silk and satin, soft lace and more. "I would suggest white for your first time, but maybe save that in case he wants you to be his bride." She smirked at the idea.<br><br>"So how about black?" She lifted out a glossy satin strapless bra, thong and garter belt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:05:59</strong>
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				<em>Gasp!</em><br><br><em><strong>"His bride?"</strong></em><br><br>Erica's heart was fluttering and she felt flushed and experienced a momentary loss of balance -- possibly due to the alcohol -- but fortunately it was only for a fraction of a second.<br><br><em><strong>"I.. I had no idea.. I mean.. I'd wondered about you and Simon, the nature of your relationship..."</strong></em>&nbsp; Again trailing off leaving the listener the option of picking up on the subject or letting it lie.<br><br>Oh, how Erica longed to just have a bit of "girl talk" with Lena about just anything, something Eric had always been denied as a boy, where life was all martial arts and weapons, theology and spells, Latin and Greek, and no time for girls.<br><br>Erica bit her lower lip, a demure little bowing of the head, then whispered.&nbsp; <em><strong>"He is quite charming.&nbsp; Don't you agree?"</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 21:08:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena grinned as Erica swooned at the thought of becoming Simon's bride, as she put a hand to the new girl's back to help steady her. The thought was in her head now, and her reaction had been rather instructive. <br><br>She nodded as Erica thought out loud, before asking if she foudn him charming. <br><br>"Oh, absolutely. He's a perfect gentleman too... he's had two hundred years to refine his manners, after all." <br><br>She held the panties for Erica to step into. <br><br>"I'm his assistant... We've been lovers, and he's wonderful, but that's all."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 21:23:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Lovers.&nbsp; </em> <br><br>Erica felt a little pang of jealousy at that revelation, though she had fully expected that and more.&nbsp; After all, she had assumed they were lovers long before Simon had transformed her.&nbsp; And in fact, Lena, being the only woman Erica knew, was now her de facto best friend.&nbsp; And best friends share, don't they?<br><br>Then the image flashed through her mind of the three of them in bed together, Simon and Lena both teaching Erica how to be a woman. It seems Eric's lust for the beautiful Lena hadn't gone away just because he got turned into a girl.<br><br><em><strong>"I've never met a man as charming as Simon ...."&nbsp; </strong> </em> Then a smile to Lena as Erica stepped into the feminine black panties ... <em><strong>"Or a woman like you.&nbsp; You know, Lena, you're really the only woman I know, so it's like you're my best friend, and.. well.. I know this may seem silly to you, but... "</strong> </em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Biting her lower lip again as if contemplating whether to continue, or maybe how to say what she's thinking.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Well, I'm pretty sure that if I had millions of women to choose from ... you would still be my first pick.&nbsp; I'm not jealous of you and Simon, just in case you were wondering."</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 22:03:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The delicate panties slid up her legs, deligthfully smooth and slightly cool, fitting snugly over her flat crotch and between the ample cheeks of her shapely bottom. They were unlike anything she had ever worn as a boy or a man. <br><br>Lena smiled and handed her the bra next. "It clasps at the back... Let me. Normally I'd clasp it in front around my waist, turn it around and fit into teh cups, but what good's having someone to help you dress if they don't help?"<br><br>Wearing a bra in the same lovely material supported and lifted her breasts pleasantly, showing off her cleavage all the better.<br><br>Lena listened as she fastened Erica into the matching garter belt. "I'm glad you're not jealous. We were from another time... I hope you please each other. I know you'll please him..." Her naughty smile softened. "And I'm glad you want us to be friends, I'd like that too. Simon's very dear to me."<br><br>She patted a silk-cushioned stool. <br><br>"Now sit, let me paint your nails before we put you in stockings."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 22:22:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erica was getting very turned on.. as if she hadn't been turned on from the beginning... but this was <em>incredible</em>!<br><br>The feeling of the smooth silky things against her new feminine features, and that tingly feeling she got from Lena dressing her.&nbsp; It all felt so good.&nbsp; And Erica had to ask a very important and pressing question.&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure how, and certainly didn't want to do anything to lose her best friend, or even give her cause to not want to engage in such intimate activities as helping her dress and making her look pretty.&nbsp; <br><br>She waited until she was seated before asking.&nbsp; She needed that much time to figure out how to say it best.<br><br><em><strong>"Lena, umm.. being a girl, well, it's help me see Simon in a completely different way.&nbsp; But, well, it's all a little confusing for me, and I don't want you to worry or anything,&nbsp; but, I ... I'm pretty sure I ... still like girls, too."</strong></em><br><br>Then she shyly bit her lip, lowered her head, but peeked up at Lena.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Is that normal?"</strong></em><br><br>Obviously, growing up in today's world, Eric would have known about things such as peoples' sexuality, but what he didn't know about was what he was supposed to feel when being magically transformed into the other gender.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 00:06:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena smiled as Erica took a seat - her first time sitting on her rounded new bottom reminded her of of how shapely is was - and listened to the girl's shy confession. <br><br>"That's quite normal. You may still have some lingering feelings and urges from before your correction, or you might have always found that idea sexy. It may pass as you grow more used to being you... or you may want to keep it." She shrugged idly as she lifted Erica's right foot and started to carefully apply glossy red nail varnish to her toenails. Obviously she was not offended or concerned, as she smiled reassuringly as she set Erica's first foot down and started on the second.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 00:17:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"Correction"</strong></em> she repeated with a little chuckle.&nbsp; <em><strong>"That's exactly what it feels like.&nbsp; Everything before was so confusing to me, but now.. well.. I just feel like...&nbsp; oh, I don't know how to say it.&nbsp; You know what I mean, don't you?"</strong></em><br><br>Erica was greatly relieved that Lena wasn't offended, but it bothered her a little that Lena was so "matter of fact" about it.&nbsp; She wasn't wanting a dry sex-ed course.&nbsp; She wanted a friend to ... relate to.&nbsp; And in Lena's case, to snuggle with.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>"I hope this feeling never goes away."</strong></em></span>&nbsp; It was a faint whisper, one which she was sure Lena should hear, but only barely.&nbsp; <em><strong>"I wish it could all be real, and....&nbsp; Lena, do you know much about magic?&nbsp; What Simon is doing to me?&nbsp; He said it wasn't real, but.&nbsp; What would happen if like.. I dunno..."&nbsp; </strong> </em> Oh, this was such a naughty naughty thing for Erica to be thinking, and she would be ashamed of herself if it didn't feel so damned arousing to think about ...&nbsp; <em><strong>"what if Eric.. the real Eric.&nbsp; Well, what if something bad happened to him?&nbsp; Would I just disappear from here, or maybe.. would I become this in reality?"</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 01:06:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena chuckled as she finished painting Erica's toenails, setting her dainty feet down on the richly carpeted floor together. <br><br>"I don't know, kitten." She tenderly stroked a stray lock of Erica's hair, lifting it and putting it back behind her ear. "Parallel world theory is a bit beyond me. All I know is that this feels real..." She clasped Erica's small hand, stroking the back with her fingertips, a comforting and pleasing feeling. "Doesn't it? It may not be the original reality, but it's our reality, it's the one we're living in. So enjoy it. I know I will, and Simon will... and you already are..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 01:19:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"Parallel world&nbsp; ... So in this world, I can be Simon's wife, while in another world, I could be... Whew, that's a lot to take in.&nbsp; But then, so is magic, right?&nbsp; But wait! What about..... no, that's way too confusing." </strong> </em>&nbsp; She smiled at Lena.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Yeah, no sense in wasting time worrying about things like that when we can just have fun with it, right?&nbsp; So, will you show me how to do my makeup now?&nbsp; Or, you mentioned stockings?&nbsp; How long does it take the polish to dry?"</strong></em><br><br>Suddenly, Erica was full of questions, all of them pertaining to being a girl, and almost sounding as giddy as one.&nbsp; She was a sponge wanting to soak up as much as she could as quickly as possible.&nbsp; She was the silly teen girl wanting to talk about Simon with her best friend while also trying to turn herself into the sort of mysterious femme fatale one would expect to see on Simon's arm.&nbsp; Someone like Lena.<br><br>Then, after asking an array of questions about fashion and makeup and hair care, she paused for a moment and turned much more serious.<br><br><em><strong>"Lena.&nbsp; Do witches and hunters exist in this world?"</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 01:54:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena raised her perfectly thin eyebrows at all the questions about reality and magic, and about marrying Simon, and about makeup, stockings and nail polish. "Well, I can answer the last one. Not long, but let me do your fingernails first." Still holding Erica's hand, she started to paint her long, already manicured and buffed nails. She blew on them lightly. "Hold them up to let them set... We'll worry about makeup after you're dressed."<br><br>She pondered the final, more serious question. Well, obviously witches exist, or you wouldn't look like you. And hunters must exist, or you wouldn't be a threat. It's the same world you remember, up to the point Simon changed events... I presume."<br><br>This answered, she opened a pack containing a pair of sheer black silk stockings. "Put these on. Gently, roll them up and unroll them onto your legs..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 02:11:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just because she was getting used to the idea of being so feminine didn't mean all this was any less thrilling to her.&nbsp; Erica's arousal was as strong as ever as she sat and let Lena work her own brand of magic.&nbsp; She couldn't wait till Lena did her makeup to see what a difference that would make, though she considered herself quite beautiful already.&nbsp; It wasn't vanity speaking, but recent memory of being a teenage boy and knowing what Eric would find beautiful.&nbsp; She was going to request for Lena to make her look as "exotic" as possible.&nbsp; Somehow, she just couldn't picture Simon loving her as a perky all-American cheerleader type.&nbsp; She even began to wonder if she'd chosen the wrong hair color.<br><br>As for that last part, Erica started to protest but held her tongue.&nbsp; She wasn't a threat, she wasn't a hunter.&nbsp; It was Eric who had been a threat, not her!&nbsp; She kept silent as she worried about whether she might in some way be a danger to her <em>beloved Simon</em>.&nbsp; It was perhaps a good thing she kept silent, too, as this was the first time she had ever tried doing anything with stockings, silk or otherwise, and was trying not to rip them to shreds with her nails, which she was also trying to get used to.&nbsp; Erica was learning that being sexy sometimes took a great deal of concentration.&nbsp; Or maybe she just needed practice.&nbsp; Either way, she was determined to do it right.<br><br>As she tugged the top of the second stocking into place, she looked back at Lena, a little pout on her face, and an "I might start crying" tone to her voice.<br><br><em><strong>"I'm not really a threat to Simon, am I?"</strong></em><br><br>Good thing Lena hasn't done Erica's makeup yet... a single tear appeared in the corner of one eye and rolled down that lovely cheek.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 02:27:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Point your toes, that's right..." Lena guided Erica's first foot into the stocking, then watched as she rolled it on. The sensation of wearing it, the transparent darkness holding her leg, was thrilling. <br><br>Lena showed Erica how to smooth them up her legs, and clip the garters to the bands, securing them tightly.<br><br>When she saw her starting to cry, she pulled her into a gentle embrace, their bosoms warm against each other.<br><br>"Ohh, sweetheart... I should have said you <em>were</em>, of course you're not now... Oh, look at you, getting worked up over nothing. You're so sweet... Don't you worry, Simon's made you all better." She retrieved a soft tissue to dab the tears from Erica's face.<br><br>"Now let's get you dressed up so you can show him what a beautiful girl you are, alright?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 02:40:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Had it been the boy Eric that Lena pulled to her bosom like that, there no doubt would have been a bit of a mess made.&nbsp; But with Lena hugging Erica, there was nothing at all inappropriate about it.&nbsp; Yes, Erica was aroused, but that had nothing to do with this.&nbsp; All Erica felt from that gesture was love, and closeness.&nbsp; She sniffled a couple of times, wiping the tear away, and nodded.<br><br><em><strong>"I'm sorry.. I guess I'm just going to have to learn to deal with so many new emotions now that I'm in lo .....&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">love</span>."</strong></em>&nbsp; She gave Lena a weak smile and sniffled one more time.&nbsp; <em><strong>"I don't know what I would do if you weren't here with me now.&nbsp; I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you for all you're doing for me."</strong></em><br><br>Then Erica straightened up, even arching her back a little to accentuate her lovely new breasts, and spoke with a more confident tone.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Now, let's show Simon how much we appreciate him.. let's make me as absolutely hot as possible...&nbsp; Shall we?&nbsp; And while you work, you can tell me all those naughty little secrets I need to know about Simon.&nbsp; Okay?"</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 03:37:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena smiled gently as Erica stumbled over admitting to being in love. Then she chuckled softly at her desire to look hot for her new man. <br><br>"I can do that... I can make you a sultry little sex kitten, and you'll love it... but maybe not on your first night. Let's concentrate on how feminine you are, how feminine you can be, princess..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 04:41:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Encouraged by Lena's assurances that she could, indeed, be a sultry sex kitten for her man, Erica smiled and whispered&nbsp; <em><strong>"Whatever you think best.&nbsp; You know I trust you."</strong></em><br><br>Erica watched intensely as Lena worked, trying to understand the purpose of everything and remember in minute detail everything she was doing to achieve the desired effects.<br><br><em><strong>"Does it hurt?&nbsp; You know.. the first time?"</strong></em>&nbsp; She was, indeed, still a lost little girl in many ways, needing Lena's guidance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 05:38:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It can, yes... but I don't think Simon made you that way. I certainly wasn't a virgin when he made me." Lena looked bashful for a moment as she admitted that. "Not that I would have been for long anyway."<br><br>She fetched down a black satin dress, with a sheer overlay above the bust. "Raise your arms, down over your head... There we are..." She fastened a belt around her small waist, smoothed down the skirt and its soft, cool lining so it brushed delightfully around Erica's legs to the knee. "He'll want to take you out in this. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She smiled encouragingly as she sat Erica down, showing her how to smooth her skirt under her as she sat, then started to work on styling her hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 06:03:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena may or may not have seen the puzzled look on Erica's face, but the new girl didn't say a word as her tutor proceeded with helping her prepare for dinner.&nbsp; Part of Erica's mind was distracted by Lena's references to having been made by Simon also, while the rest of her was still somewhat obsessed with something else.&nbsp; That something else was simply enjoying the pleasurable sensations, the thrill, of being a pretty, sexy woman.<br><br>And there was also the arousal factor. That didn't appear to be going away any time soon.<br><br>The dress felt every bit as sexy on her as the lingerie and stockings, and when Lena mentioned Simon taking her out in public, Erica could feel her heart racing once more.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Take me out?&nbsp; Oh god.. oh god Lena.. that.. you don't know how that makes me feel.&nbsp; I want lots of people to see me and think I'm pretty.&nbsp; I want them to see me with Simon. I want them to...." </strong> </em>&nbsp; She paused, maybe not quite sure what she was going to say, her mouth running ahead of her brain.&nbsp; A couple of seconds later, she caught up.&nbsp; <strong><em>"I want them to want me.&nbsp; I want them to want me knowing they can't have me.&nbsp; I want to make them feel like Eric.&nbsp; Frustrated.&nbsp; Can you understand that?"</em></strong><br><br>....<br><br><em><strong>"Lena...&nbsp; what did you mean when you said Simon made you?"</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 14:22:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena chuckled at Erica's nervous excitement at the idea of being taken out, and her thrilling at the idea of being admired and desired, as she held her locks and gently brushed and styled them into soft golden waves framing her face. "I quite understand. Being wanted is part of the fun of being beautiful. And you'll definitely be wanted..."<br><br>She stepped around to work on Erica's bangs as she paused, and looked down into her eyes as she asked her next question. "I used to be called something else... I always wanted to be like this, though. When I discovered what Simon could do, I asked him to help me. He was kind enough to do so, in exchange for a year serving him. I didn't hesitate. That was... almost five years ago now."<br><br>She stepped back and smiled at her work. "Now your makeup. This is an evening look, a little vampy but sweet with it..." She started to apply soft foundation with a powder puff, then opened and twisted a tube of rich red lipstick. "Pucker up..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 17:11:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That was enough explanation for Erica.&nbsp; Lena used to be something else, just like Erica, and now they're who they are now.&nbsp; Maybe she had been a guy, maybe she had been an ugly girl, maybe she was some hideous beast, but the funny part was that it didn't matter in the least to Erica.&nbsp; She realized she didn't want to know any more, even if Lena offered. <br><br>The only thing that matters is who they are <em>now</em>.<br><br><em><strong>"Vampy but sweet sounds good.&nbsp; We don't want to overwhelm anyone all at once, do we?"</strong></em>&nbsp; Then a little chuckle.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Anyone but me, that is.&nbsp; Do you think he'll take me out in this tonight, or will we just be dining in?"</strong></em><br><br>Lena also confirmed what Erica had already suspected, that Simon truly was an amazing man and any woman would want to be with him if she could.&nbsp; Erica realized how lucky she was, and tried to play close attention to everything Lena did as she simply sat there and basked in the feeling that she was a desirable woman.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 05:01:57</strong>
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				"He's an artist, he likes his creations to be seen. And you, my dear, are a masterpiece." She finished touching on the smooth, creamy lipstick, and handed her a paper handkerchief and showed her how to press off the excess, leaving a crimson kiss mark on the white paper.<br><br>This done, she started running gentle brushes over Erica's cheeks, then moister brushes over her eyelids, long lashes and delicate brows, before gently slipping delicate earrings into her pierced ears, lightly moving her hair back now she was done, and fastening her feet into shoes with kitten heels. <br><br>A spritz of perfume, a clutch purse slipped into a hand, and she stepped back, helping Erica to her feet.<br><br>"Take a look," she said, turning the new girl to the mirror. <br><br>Erica looked beautiful... (http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/TriStar+Pictures+Premiere+Running+Scissors+j5ajl2e2qJ_l.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 05:13:34</strong>
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				<em><strong>"I really am beautiful ..." </strong> </em>&nbsp; said to no one in particular.. then she looked in the mirror at Lena.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Not as beautiful as you, but good enough..." </em> </strong> <br><br>Then Erica turned to face her.&nbsp; <strong><em>"You know, I was terrified to even ask for your help, and look what you've done.&nbsp; I don't know how to thank you..."</em></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;sniffle sniffle .. <strong><em>"Oh god, I think I might start crying again."&nbsp; &nbsp;</em> </strong> Sniffle sniffle and very lightly dabbing at the corner of her eyes to soak up the moisture that was forming before it could do any damage.<br><br><strong><em>"So, what's next?&nbsp; My god, I'm so nervous...."</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 06:52:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking more closely, she could see how flawless her skin was. (http://www2.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/TriStar+Pictures+Premiere+Running+Scissors+phYzNCHU_mEl.jpg)<br><br>"I think you're at least as beautiful as me. I can prove it with a few more outfits over the next few days," Lena smiled. "You just think I'm sexy, and you can be very sexy, as you can see... and very sweet too." <br><br>She lightly hugged Erica's shoulders. <br><br>"Now go, see what Simon thinks."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 07:28:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erica was as nervous now as a bride on her wedding night.&nbsp; Or rather, as brides <em>used to be </em> on their wedding nights.&nbsp; She took Lena's hand and gripped tightly as she was being taken back to Simon for what she hoped would be his approval.<br><br>For a brief, fleeting moment, an image passed through her mind of Simon as the evil entity of the sort the hunter boy had sworn to kill.&nbsp; It didn't dissuade Erica in the least.&nbsp; Instead, it just reminded her of how much danger her precious Simon might be in from more experienced hunters.&nbsp; Somehow, she knew her place was at his side, protecting him from others.&nbsp; Perhaps it was fate that she had once been a hunter, so she would understand them and how they operate.&nbsp; That information could be quite valuable.&nbsp; Then she smiled, lost in those thoughts, recalling that before the transformation, Simon indicated he had some questions of the inept little hunter boy.&nbsp; Erica was fully prepared to answer anything he wanted to know. <br><br><strong><em>"Oh, Lena"</em></strong>&nbsp; she whispered, excitedly, as she knew they were getting closer to her beloved.. <strong><em>"it feels so good to be in love."</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 08:52:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know it does." Lena gave her a warm, maternal smile as she opened the door of the boudoir, leading her back out into the warm, welcoming living room of Simon's home.<br><br>He was there, near the door, waiting for them. Waiting for her. <br><br>The chess set had been set right, the vase was back where it had been without a mark on it, and Simon was standing, draping an elegant designer coat in her size over the chair he stood by. <br><br>He walked over to greet her, taking her dainty hands in his strong warm hands. <br><br>"My my... Erica. You look so beautiful." <br><br>Moving one hand up to her chin, he tipped her head up, leaned down and gently kissed her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 21:57:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				To every other male in the universe, this universe or any other one she might happen to find herself in, Erica was going to be a vicious cockteasing bitch.&nbsp; But for Simon, she was the shy little wallflower to his "coolest guy at the party" and when he spoke to her, all she could do was let out a little sigh.<br><br><em><strong>"Thank you, Simon."</strong></em>&nbsp; She was so disgusted with herself that she couldn't think of something more appropriate.. cooler.. to say.&nbsp; Well, maybe with practice. For now, she was just melting at his lightest touch.&nbsp; And she was afraid if he made love to her, she might not survive the experience.<br><br><em><strong>"You look very nice, too.&nbsp; Oh, I mean.. well.. you have Lena to thank for any changes in my appearance.&nbsp; I would have been completely lost without her."</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 07:56:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, you'd find your way..." Simon assured Erica. "You remember everything you ever saw women and girls do when getting ready... You just didn't know how to do it yourself until now." He smiled encouragingly, still holding her hand, keeping her close. He glanced behind her and said "thank you, Lena," and her friend smiled at them both as he looked back to Erica. <br><br>"I told you you'd thank me," he reminded the new girl, smiling at her cheerfully. "So, you do like this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:04:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95767.msg4194954#msg4194954">Quote from: Beatrice Black on 29-01-2011, 07:56:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I told you you'd thank me," he reminded the new girl, smiling at her cheerfully. "So, you do like this?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It seemed like a million years ago when Erica was that thing she would never want to be again...&nbsp; a boy, and a hunter.&nbsp; When Simon told Eric he would thank him someday, he laughed, or maybe he wanted to laugh.. Erica couldn't remember.&nbsp; Now all she wanted to do was cry tears of joy over what this amazing man had done for her... and perhaps a few tears of regret that she would have ever doubted him or tried to fight him.<br><br><em><strong>"Yes, you did, Simon"</strong></em> ...&nbsp; still amazed this sexy demure whisper was hers .. <em><strong>"and yes, I do.&nbsp; I like it very much.&nbsp; How can I ever thank you?"</strong></em><br><br>It wasn't just talk, she really did hope he knew of a way she could show her appreciation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:45:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me take you out tonight, show you our new world... but first..." He tipped up her head, lowered his to meet her, and his breath was warm across her moist lips as he moved in to gently kiss her. <br><br>His eyes closed and his hand slipped from her chin to around the back of her head, stroking her soft hair lightly as his other hand stayed around her small waist, holding her to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:19:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erica smiled up at Simon and was about to ask where they were going, but it seemed first things first with him.&nbsp; As he pressed his lips to hers, Erica virtually melted into his kiss, grateful his hand was in the small of her back or else she might not have remained upright.<br><br><em><strong>"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."</strong></em><br><br>Slowly, her hands found their way up his chest and over his shoulders as those woefully inexperienced lips did their best to ensure Simon would not regret his decision.<br><br>When they finally broke the kiss, she somehow resisted the urge to say "I love you" knowing the timing wasn't right.&nbsp; Instead, she repeated her earlier statement ... <em><strong>"I like it very very much"</strong></em> then whispered something else that was on her mind:&nbsp; <em><strong>"Simon, when we go out.. all the men and boys are going to want me, aren't they?"</strong></em>&nbsp; The thought of that seemed to drive Erica wild.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 06:00:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon smiled down at her, his smile brightening as she told him how much she liked her new form... perhaps he knew what she truly wanted to say.<br><br>As she excitedly asked about how other men would see her, he stepped back to admire her again. "Oh yes... they'll love you." He turned her around like a dancer with his partner to look at her reflection in the French window leading to the back garden and the pool, and stepped up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist and clasping his hands in front of her, holding her close as he showed her how they looked as a couple. "Can you blame them?" he murmured, then kissed her ear. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 06:16:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95767.msg4201949#msg4201949">Quote from: Beatrice Black on 31-01-2011, 06:00:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Oh yes... they'll love you." ...&nbsp; &nbsp;"Can you blame them?" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Erica had not yet completely mastered her new form, but she was learning fast.&nbsp; After all, hunters had to be coordinated and adept at acrobatic maneuvers.&nbsp; She struck a little pose for Simon, and herself, and smiled.<br><br>&nbsp;<em><strong>"No, I can't blame them at all.&nbsp; I'm allowed to be vain, I hope.&nbsp; I love the idea of all of them wanting me, but knowing they can't have me.&nbsp; Or, would it be better if I gave some of them a little glimmer of hope?&nbsp; Would you like it if I did that?&nbsp; It feels terribly arousing to think about .... flirting with them just a little, giving them hope, then ... dashing that hope against the rocks."</strong></em>&nbsp; <br><br>An evil little chuckle escaped her throat.&nbsp; <br><br><em><strong>"I know what effect that would have on someone like Eric."</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 06:23:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon smirked as she posed in the mirror. "Remind me to take you to the ball at the weekend, Cinderella..."<br><br>He chuckled at her next questions. "Certainly, there will be some men who deserve to have their hopes dashed, and you are a perfect little heartbreaker." His hands were warm against her slim waist through her dress. "And some men who deserve their hopes raised, and to dream of you wistfully..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 06:32:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95767.msg4202041#msg4202041">Quote from: Beatrice Black on 31-01-2011, 06:23:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Simon smirked as she posed in the mirror. "Remind me to take you to the ball at the weekend, Cinderella..."<br><br>He chuckled at her next questions. "Certainly, there will be some men who deserve to have their hopes dashed, and you are a perfect little heartbreaker." His hands were warm against her slim waist through her dress. "And some men who deserve their hopes raised, and to dream of you wistfully..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Erica gently took hold of Simon's hands bringing them up toward her breast as she moaned again..&nbsp; <em><strong>"I love the idea of breaking hearts Simon.&nbsp; I don't know why, but I do.&nbsp; I want to hurt them so bad.&nbsp; Oh Simon, thank you for making me like this.&nbsp; I love you so much."</strong></em><br><br>There, she said it, and as much as she would love to be taken right there on the spot, she was just as anxious for him to take her out and let her start breaking other mens' hearts.<br><br><em><strong>Where are you taking me?</strong></em>&nbsp; Leaving that question somewhat.. open ended as to what sort of "taking" would be taking place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 07:17:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled quite gently as she admitted that she loved him, and kissed her again. "And I love you, my darling. My perfect girl." He lightly fondled her soft breast, caressing around her teat, stimulating her with his touch, before turning her around again for another, longer kiss, his tongue sliding between her teeth to play with hers. <br><br>"Now, unless we go now, we'll be very, very late." He helped her into her pretty black satin jacket, and kept an arm around her waist as he started to walk her to the door. "How does the best restaurant in the city sound, hmm?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 07:42:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95767.msg4202221#msg4202221">Quote from: Beatrice Black on 31-01-2011, 07:17:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "How does the best restaurant in the city sound, hmm?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He loves her, too.&nbsp; Erica was delighted with the way the relationship was progressing.&nbsp; <strong><em>"It sounds like I'm the luckiest girl in the world."</em></strong><br><br>Eric, the hunter boy, didn't even know which restaurant was the best in his city.&nbsp; He probably couldn't even name one in the top ten, and certainly couldn't afford to dine there.&nbsp; But, as beautiful Erica, on the arm of the most incredible man imaginable, Erica was dining there tonight, on her first date.&nbsp; Her first meal after being transformed into a beautiful woman.<br><br>Life was perfect, and this was a nice reminder of just how much life sucked as a hunter boy who didn't even have a girlfriend, who couldn't afford nice things like Simon had.&nbsp; Erica was definitely going to love her new life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 07:53:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps you are." He walked her out to the waiting BMW, holding the passenger door for her, watching as she sat daintily to keep her skirt smooth and swung her legs in pressed together, a proper young lady. Walking around, he got in and started the car. <br><br>"From now on, you live a life of luxury. You are a princess."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 03:04:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside the car, strapped in and underway, and feeling so incredibly sexy, Erica laid a hand on Simon's thigh.<br><br><em><strong>"Simon, darling, I know you know how to take care of yourself, but still I'm worried for you.&nbsp; Just because you handled Eric so easily doesn't mean you're safe out there.&nbsp; You know Eric had almost no experience, and there are hunters out there, a lot of them, who have 10, 20, even 30 years experience.&nbsp; I know things that can help keep you safe, if... if you want my help.&nbsp; You said you had questions for Eric.&nbsp; Maybe I can answer them for you."</strong></em><br><br>Erica's mind was already on various hunters she knew.. young ones she could seduce as easily as Lena seduced Eric without so much as a touch.&nbsp; Older ones whose weaknesses had come out over time.&nbsp; An old injury to be exploited, or a daily habit or a hobby that left him exposed.&nbsp; Erica knew enough to spell doom for the whole community, and now she had the incentive -- and the body -- to do it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 03:28:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh, you're sweet to ask." He smiled at her as they reached the gate and it slowly opened. "I would like to know who his accomplices were in killing Melisande... but it's no hurry. They'll miss him soon enough... and won't they be surprised to meet you?" He chuckled as he drove through the opened gate onto the road.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 03:42:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<em><strong> "Peter and Paul. They're brothers."</strong></em>&nbsp; Simon said he could wait, but Erica was anxious for any opportunity to prove herself to him.&nbsp; <em><strong>"And where Eric stays is in a house right next door belonging to Jeremiah Thompson.&nbsp; He's my.. his.. primary mentor.&nbsp; They're probably missing him already.&nbsp; If you like I could send an email from Eric saying he's staying with a friend tonight, so they won't be too suspicious." </strong></em><br><br>Then a little chuckle... <em><strong>"It's not entirely a lie.&nbsp; I used to be Eric, and I am staying with a friend tonight, aren't I?"</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 03:59:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon chuckled at the names "Peter and Paul", and nodded at the mention of Jeremiah Thompson. "No-one who will be missed outside of circles, or mourned outside of theirs. Still... don't concern yourself with them tonight. Live your new life, darling. Let go of these horrors you have lived through to no real purpose. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy us."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 16:53:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erica knew she was young, and naive, in more ways than one, and prone to being overly eager.&nbsp; She reminded herself that Simon knew best.&nbsp; He always seemed to know what he was doing.&nbsp; As eager as she was to do something, she decided the best course of action is just to just sit back and enjoy the scenery going by.<br><br>Driving through the city, mostly all she could see is lights going by, but it all felt so special, so wonderful to her.&nbsp; She felt so sexy sitting there all made up in her pretty dress and stockings and heels, in that expensive sexy car, with that extremely sexy man.&nbsp; It's like she was feeling alive for the first time.<br><br>She smiled at Simon.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Whatever you say, darling.&nbsp; Whatever you say."</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 03:23:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon gave her a warm, affectionate smile as she said that, as they reached the tall buildings and busier streets of the city, heading through the most fashionable and exclusive districts, past luxury stores selling beautiful clothes, clubs with long lines of sharply-dressed men and sexily-dressed women hoping to get in, to Seven City, a three-storey purpose-built restaurant next to a five-star hotel. Simon parked outside the entrance, walked around to hold the door for Erica and take her hand to help her out, and handed the keys to a valet for him to park it as he placed a hand on the small of her back to walk her inside. <br><br>"Simon Baker, table for two." <br><br>The maitre d' nodded... his eyes drifting to Erica, admiring her... and a pretty young waitress lead the way to a brass-fittings elevator up to the top story, to a table with a view of the city stretching out below them. She handed them the day's menus for standards and specials, printed on glossy paper. <br><br>Kobe steak, Maine lobster, fresh oysters, foie gras... a wide variety of the most luxurious foods erica had ever heard of, and never seen in real life, let alone tasted. Even the simplest options were prepared to exacting standards - the chicken was <em>a la king</em>, or <em>cacciatore</em>, or three other options. <br><br>And there were no prices.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 20:04:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erica was amazed at the sheer opulence of it all, and smiled as she thought of the sort of lessons the hunters are taught about the trappings of materialism.&nbsp; Though a bit overwhelmed, it wasn't so overwhelming that she didn't maintain her sense of poise and strutted along like the sexy bitch she was on Simon's arm, enjoying the looks she got from others.<br><br>Passing one table, she saw the way the woman was glaring at the man who was obviously lusting after Erica.&nbsp; Oh, there's gonna be a fight when they get home tonight, Erica thought.&nbsp; But just to be on the safe side, she gave the man a wink anyway.&nbsp; Now who's he gonna be thinking about when he's in bed with the wife?<br><br><strong><em>"Oh, Simon, everything is so beautiful and extravagant ... I love it here."</em></strong><br><br>Once they were seated, Erica looked over the menu then up to Simon, whispering so as to not give away to anyone else around them that she was anything less than what she appeared.&nbsp; <strong><em>"I don't even know what most of these things are.&nbsp; It's funny how hunters live such lives of deprivation while those like us get to live like this.&nbsp; Will you please order for me, my love?&nbsp; Then when we get home perhaps I can start studying about these things so I'm better equipped to live in your world now."</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 01:16:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon smirked as Erica winked teasingly at the man, as she drew appreciative glances from men and envious ones from women all around. <br><br>He smiled warmly as she asked him to order for her. "So many people are motivated by jealousy... they want what we have. From now on, you are a princess. You will want for nothing. This world is yours to enjoy." He reached over to take her hand, holding it gently. "As for what to order... perhaps a light entrée, maybe the cacciatore and white wine? Savoury, nothing spicy or too wild. How does that sound?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 01:32:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"It sounds perfect ... just like you...."</strong></em><br><br>Erica placed her free hand over his, squeezed lightly, and whispered...<br><br><em><strong>" ... my darling Simon."</strong></em><br><br>Erica smiled as she thought about life in the training house for young hunters, where the Thursday menu was always the same.&nbsp; Oatmeal in the morning, vegetable soup for lunch, and the evening meal was always bland chicken and rice.&nbsp; A piece of fruit in the morning and one on the afternoon rounded out the nutritional needs of the day.&nbsp; Every day had its specific menu which seldom varied and made logistics simple for the cook.<br><br>The ironic part was that once they left the training house and went to live with their senior mentors, the meals might grow even more boring, depending on the mentor, and his means.&nbsp; Many were quite poor, unable to hold down a steady job while carrying out their destiny of hunting witches.<br><br>A young man in a white shirt and black bow tie was passing by, he appeared to be an employee of some sort rather than a customer.&nbsp; Erica made sure she had his attention by crossing her legs and adjusting top of her stocking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 01:52:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He observed her maneuver with a small smile. "Are sir and mam'selle ready to order?" <br><br>"We are. I'll have the steak au poivre, with the scallops to start, and she'll have the pollo cacciatore, with braised salad. Montrachet for her, Château Lafite for me."<br><br>"Excellent choices, sir." The waiter gave a slight bow, his gaze lingering on the length of Erica's legs as he stepped back before turning to go. <br><br>Simon leaned forwards slightly, and smiled playfully as he slid a hand around Erica's ankle, stroking her sensitive skin through her silk stocking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 02:44:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erica moaned... enjoying the sensation of Simon's large powerful hand on her very feminine stocking encased ankle, and was particularly thrilled as she imagined his hand traveling up the entire length of her leg and what he might do when he got there.&nbsp; She also enjoyed the feeling of knowing every man in sight wanted her, and that she could be an absolute bitch to any and all of them if she wanted.&nbsp; All except her Simon.<br><br><strong><em>"Why did you do it, Simon?"</em></strong> she whispered.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Why did you... you know.. change me?"</strong></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 03:24:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He idly stroked her calf through her stocking as he smiled. <br><br>"I had you in my power... and I thought that I would enjoy that more if you enjoyed it too. I knew that I could make you into whatever I wanted... and I wanted you like this. Your former self would be ashamed and angry to look like a woman... but you love it. That pleases me greatly..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 05:22:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That met with a little chuckle and Erica continued speaking in hushed tones as befitting the setting and the nature of the conversation.<br><br><strong><em>"My former self ... was a loser who was too naive to know it.&nbsp; Just like all his comrads.&nbsp; I could crush them all for you, the same way Lena could have crushed Eric.&nbsp; That would amuse me greatly, my love."</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:02:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I shall have to let you do that, then... I will enjoy watching you teach them a lesson." His hand caressed the back of her calf, up to her knee. "Just like we loved yours..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:07:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erica was positively quivering with Simon's touch, and in anticipation.. anticipation of getting to use her sexy body to betray her former comrads and what they stood for.<br><br><em><strong>"Oh Simon, my love ....."</strong></em> she trailed off.&nbsp; Her body language told him all he needed to know.&nbsp; She was his, completely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 07:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kiss me," he said, his fingertips sliding off her leg to let them both lean forwards. "Tell me you love me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 16:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erica leaned closer, stopping just before her luscious red lips met those of her handsome creator.<br><br><strong><em>"I do love you, Simon, more than anything."</em></strong>&nbsp; Her lips so close to his they brushed against them as she spoke.&nbsp; <strong><em>"I never realized what a pathetic life I was living until you changed me.&nbsp; Oh Simon....." </em> </strong> and with that she pressed her lips to his.<br><br>Erica could feel the eyes of every man in sight on them, and that just turned her on even more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:50:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He held the kiss, lingering in it, before leaning back, whispering in her ear "And I love you, Erica. It was my honour to set you free. And it will be my honour to give you a rich, full life." Then, with a smile, he sat back, still holding her hand.<br><br>The waiter arrived with their wine and starters. Hers was a continental salad with a slightly tangy dressing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 16:24:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The food was, of course, delicious, and served to magnify the contrasts between life as a good guy -- making all those sacrifices for the sake of the greater good -- and life as a bad girl -- beautiful and selfish and courting evil and getting whatever she wants and living in the lap of luxury.<br><br>The young male hunter's only experience with alcohol had been obtaining a case of beer, illegally of course, with a couple of friends.&nbsp; They found some smelly old wino, give him money for his own drink and enough to buy them some, too.&nbsp; After all, boys will be boys.&nbsp; The result was not pleasant.&nbsp; Aside from throwing up most of what he drank, he also deprived himself of the dinner he'd had earlier and gotten himself somewhat dehydrated.&nbsp; Then the boy had to endure the resulting headache next morning, compounded by the wrath of a disapproving mentor who put him through an extra rigorous exercise routine throughout the day.<br><br>And now, here she was ... still only 18, but sipping expensive wine provided to her by the most beautiful man she had ever met.<br><br><strong><em>"How many times do I need to say it, Simon?&nbsp; Everything is so perfect."</em></strong><br><br>The prices had not been listed on the menu, but somehow she knew the cost of this little meal would have provided a host of poor children a decent meal before bedtime.<br><br>Erica didn't care.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Hunter Trapped (NiceTexasGuy and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:24:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It pleases me to hear you say it over and over. To know that I have made you happy." As he smiled, finishing his starter and watching her eat hers, she felt his foot brush at her stockinged ankle, and ever so gently slide up her calf.<br><br>The main courses were prompt, timed just right for them to finish and savour their starters and wine. Her chicken was well browned, served with handmade pasta in a tomato sauce that the wine complemented perfectly. <br><br>And as Simon worked through his steak, he kept idly stroking her lower leg with the toe of his handmade Italian leather shoe.
			</dd>
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