Taken (Peachie & PrimalChaos)
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				Title: <strong>Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 08:21:53</strong>
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				In the great market of the city, the once proud gates of the port city Mienne lay battered open and broken. It had been five days since the army of the Northmen had broken down the walls, four days since the sacking and raping of the city had stopped. Now, the city was theirs. They were invaders, seeking to claim a fortune for themselves by riding out of the North and sacking the wealthy and decadent cities that lay on the seas to the South.<br><br>Save for the broken gate, and the strange soldiers prowling the streets, it would be hard to tell that this city was so freshly conquered. In the great market just inside the gates, merchants called out their wares, trades were made, the business of business went on amongst the stucco buildings and narrow alleys of Mienne. The foreign soldiers wore dark heavy clothes and armor, ill-suited for the environment, sweating in the streets, but order prevailed now in a way it did not four nights ago, when the people of the city huddled in their houses or ran through the streets, trying to escape the carnage.<br><br>Three young men were riding through the marketplace, on the massive warhorses of the Northmen that dwarfed the sleek but weaker horses of the Southerners. They spoke loudly in their native tongue, for they were the young conquerors, with a fresh victory and fresh gold, though one of them seemed more sober than the other two.<br><br>Tycar looked over at his friends as they laughed, and just looked ahead as they patrolled the streets. He was of better birth than his two friends, who were mere hedge knights. He was Tycar Morharth, the second son of the Lord of Blackstone Citadel, Keeper of the Wintermarch and Defender of the Scarlet Coast. But for all the heady titles of his father, that did not change the fact he was the <em>second</em> son, entitled to no inheritance unless his favored brother Holst died, which was unlikely, not that their father showed any signs of shuffling off the coil when he last saw him. He grimaced at the thought - he had no love for his father. The only reason he even knew how to fight is by begging the master at arms to train him when his brother and father refused to give him the time. His father had no love for him - he had reminded him since he was a child how he had killed his mother in birth, and was never forgiven for it. So be it, Father, now I am a grown man, working as a freelancer and Captain for an army of thieves, but I shall have gold and wealth enough by the end of this campaign to make my own life, far away from you and your damn courts and castles.<br><br>"Plenty of people out, Tycar, but did you notice something?" said Nathan, a smile upon his face, piercing through his introspection.<br><br>"What, besides the heat?" he responded moodily.<br><br>"Oh, that too, good lordling," Nathan responded, "But have you noticed there's not a skirt to be seen in the streets, save for the old women. What I wouldn't give a sweet young olive skinned creature to meet my eyes."<br><br>"And meet other parts as well," his other companion, Ivan, and the two broke into another round of laughter.<br><br>Tycar knew why they had seen no women since the sacking - their families were keeping them hidden away, far from roaming soldiers ready to do just what Ivan just insinuated. He had found a few women during the sack, who had meekly given themselves over out of fear of a beating or a cutthroat, but he had found little satisfaction in it. He mainly did it because his father would not have approved of such a high-blooded man doing such things. Well, I did them, Father, he thought, now roll over and die so I can put a fitting end to our relationship by spitting on your grave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peachie</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 06:08:05</strong>
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				It had been five days since she had last seen her brothers, two days since they were all found dead. ..all fighting for what they believed in, and Elizabeth would have been out there with them, if her mother and father had not begged her to stay. Though she had been forced to watch the battles through their window, she was able to shoot a few arrows at some of the invading soldiers-- her aim was deadly accurate. However, her regret was still immense; if she had been allowed to participate, maybe her brothers would not have perished. And now her father lie ill, ready to knock at Death's door. Her mother wouldn't leave her father's side, and their supplies were so low they had eaten bread for the past three days. Her beloved horse, Todd, needed food as well, which is another reason she had to escape her house which had become so much like a prison. <br><br>"Mother, please. I will be fine. No one will even notice me," the young woman begged, pushing her mother's hand aside as she strapped a knife into one of her knee-high, leather boots. "I can take care of myself." Her voice was stern and confident, and her mother could only frown and shake her head. "I can't stop you," She said defeatedly, sighing heavily with the prospect of losing her last child. "Just promise me you won't <em>start</em> anything with the foreigners." Elizabeth couldn't make that promise, for she despised them- she wanted them all to burn in hell. If it weren't for them, her family would still be together. <br><br>Tucking in the billowing white shirt into her riding breeches, Elizabeth's womanly figure was barely visible. Her stature was unusual for a woman of the time, standing at 5'6", her legs long and shapely from years of riding. Nor was her body petite, with curves and ample breasts, she was definitely an oddity. Her face was round, with high cheekbones and wide set eyes, the green color of the forest. Her lashes where thick, and with darkened, flawless skin, she was an exotic beauty. Tying her lightly goldened brown hair into a loose ponytail with a thread, she bade her parents good bye with a kiss on each of their cheeks, pausing at her father who was sleeping. His skin was emaciated, his bones protruding eerily from his body. Even as she stood there and listened, his breaths were ragged and wheezy. Stroking his cheek gently, she finally turned to leave, stepping outside into the light.<br><br>The heat was normal for her, and the thin fabric of her shirt allowed her body to breathe, though the thick pants hugged her legs and ass uncomfortably. Suddenly, she wished she had rode Todd into the market. She was more comfortable on that horse than she was on her own two feet. Her gaze flitting warily, she approached the market, trying her best to ignore the soldiers riding high on their horses. In fact, there were three that immediately caught her eye. They were laughing gaily, like they hadn't just murdered her brothers. She furrowed her eyebrows angrily in their direction and used all her strength to hold her tongue. She slowly walked around, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 15:48:16</strong>
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				The three stopped their horses as the dark-skinned beauty approached, their horses bucking slightly.<br><br>"Well, well," Ivan said, clenching his rains as he leaned forward, "What is this pretty little Southern flower?"<br><br>He grinned a lusty grin, and looked over at his companions.<br><br>Nathan smirked, "I don't know, but she looks fit to be plucked."<br><br>Tycar just settled his eyes his eyes on the woman. He could not but appreciate the beauty the gods had granted her, his eyes drifting across her ample bosom and her dark skin. His piercing eyes got hers, and saw that defiance in them. Foolish girl, he thought, know when you are conquered.<br><br>Nathan and Ivan trotted their horses now, quickly moving to either side and behind of her as she moved toward Tycar, laughing, "Good lordling, looks like it is love at first sight. Come now, shall we take this one back into the alley and teach her some Northern hospitality."<br><br>A good rape was all they wanted, and he did not blame them. But then a horrible thought crossed his mind, remembering the tales of the old days he read as a young man, of the great raiding ships of old and the taken women and gold they took back with them. The high-blooded of the North were not proud of those days anymore, they no longer took bed slaves from their conquests. Yes, would it not be an embarrassment, Father, especially if your son took back a beauty so exotic it could be helped but talked about.<br><br>The thought grew in his mind as his hand slowly came to the whip that hung from his saddle, and he spoke clearly in the Southern tongue, "What do you want, woman?"<br><br>His voice was commanding, having learned that skill at least from his father, and all the market quieted just slightly when he spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peachie</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 00:42:31</strong>
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				The horses had forced her to stop walking, and she did so with an audible snarl. The horses, beautiful as they were, had her trapped, though she seemingly remained calm. However, she knew she was greatly outnumbered. Her arms hung limply at her sides, though her eyes flitted warily between the three men. If they were going to take her, she would put up a fight. At least one would pay for what they did to her brothers... She began to formulate a plan, albeit a hopeless one, in her head, knowing that she must return to her mother and father. Her mother could not take care of the sickly man alone. Not to mention the amount of grief they were already in after the unnecessary battle that had just taken place. <br><br>"I want nothing to do with the likes of you three," She snapped, her eyes resting on Tycar. He was obviously their leader. He was the calmest, and the way the other two spoke and regarded him, that much was obvious. She took no notice in his looks, her hatred for the man obvious in the glare she was currently giving him. "Now, let me pass," she ordered, folding her arms across her chest, a line of persipiration forming on her smooth forehead. Though the heat didn't bother her, Elizabeth could not help but be afraid as the adrenaline pumped quickly through her body. Her demand was sure to be ignored, even laughed at, but she didn't care. She wasn't about to be taken so easily by three bullies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 01:18:55</strong>
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				Ivan laughed. He could hear it in her town though he knew nothing of the Southern speech, "Oh, did the little darling try and order you, Tycar?"<br><br>Nathan pulled out his sword and made to slip it underneath the woman's shoulder trap, "Maybe she won't be so bold if we make her strut around naked for a bit, hmm?"<br><br>Tycar looked between them both, then looked at her. She was something special, he could tell already. Any woman who took herself to the streets today would have to be. He considered her curves again.<br><br>"Put away your sword," Tycar said.<br><br>"Oh, come now..."<br><br>"As your captain, I order you to put away your sword."<br><br>His two companions completely changed their demeanor, and complied slowly. What had gotten in him, they wondered. He trotted his horse forward toward Elizabeth, as he began to speak in the Southern tongue, "You must be brave, little girl, to threaten three warriors from the North. Did they not teach you the stories of what we once did to your lands, when we were the scourge of the North? By right of the sword, your lands are ours. Your gold is ours. And by our most ancient right..."<br><br>He leaned in, an almost vengeful look in his eyes.<br><br>"You are <em>mine</em>." He seized her wrist just then, pulling her toward the horse.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peachie</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:55:01</strong>
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				Though Elizabeth couldn't understand them, she watched them closely, a frown tugging at her lips. The fact that their language was foreign only had her reeling in more compressed anger, though she was unable to do anything about it. She had no time to react when she suddenly felt the cool blade of one of the men's swords against her bare skin. Straining her neck away in disgust, she was momentarily relieved the captain had said something to make them retract the sword. Exhaling, she fixed the shirt that was slipping dangerously low over her shoulder, afraid to expose any more of her skin. <br><br>Glancing up at the man who had saved her, the momentary happiness dissolved quickly. Her eyes widened as he suddenly grabbed her arm. "How dare you!" she retorted, and her response was immediate-- she attempted to jerk her wrist free, but the man's grip was much too strong for her own. Elizabeth was too busy struggling to comprehend the words he had just said; her mother and father had sworn never to speak of the old days, so she had no idea what the crazy northernman was saying. He was a foreigner in her town, where she had grown up and lived her whole life. This was all she knew and wanted. To be taken away would be devastating, and she couldn't dare think about what would become of her already shrunken family. Fumbling, she desperately lunged for the hidden blade in her boot and took a nice swipe at his forearm, her strength enough to at least break the skin... hoping that he might release it just for a second and maybe she would have a chance... maybe not...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 02:52:01</strong>
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				This was not the first time a blade had touched his skin, nor would it be the last. He looked at the scratched, then he casually drew back his other arm and slapped it from her hand. The blade flew from it, sparkling in the hot sun of this southern land and landed near the growing crowd of onlookers. He let himself bleed. It would serve as a reminder for now. He drew his hand back and slapped her hard across the face.<br><br>"You're my taken woman, from now on, and you will treat your new owner with respect!"<br><br>A hush fell across the crowd, and even his two companions looked at him oddly. He ignored them, and grabbed Elizabeth by the other arm, hauling her on top of his horse, so she lied on her belly in front of him, and started riding out of the market. He kept his strong hand down on her, keeping her from trying to slide off.<br><br>Ivan was the first to speak, "A taken woman, really? Tycar, you can't serious. It's been a century since..."<br><br>Tycar just put up a hand, giving him a scowl. "Is the old law not still the law?"<br><br>Nathan spoke, "Well, if you wish to be technical..."<br><br>"Is not the old law set in the stone of the First Caern not the law of the North, do not the Northmen rule by that law wherever their feet tread and their blades sing?"<br><br>Ivan and Nathan looked at each other, "Those are just words, we don't..."<br><br>Tycar bid his horse ride faster, past them, as he rode up the city streets to the ancient citadel on the western edge of the city, where he made his lodges.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peachie</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 06:24:50</strong>
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				The slap was unexpected and she cried out in surprise and pain. The place where he had hit her was turning a bright red, and the heat of the moment was causing her to sweat, not to mention the burning tears stinging her eyes. Elizabeth remained quiet, though again squealed when she was swung onto the horse, lying in a very uncomfortable position. Her breasts pushed against the horses back, causing an incredible amount of pain. Attempting to adjust herself, she was unable to move because of Tycar's hand on her back. Using her arms, she simply held her chest up, alleviating the pressure from her breasts.<br><br>She was quiet while the men talked. Their language was lost on her ears, and she realized just how trapped she actually was. Her struggling had stopped almost immediately; she knew when she was beaten. Her brothers had taught her a great deal about men and their strength, the pain on her cheek a simple reminder. Her thoughts drifted to her mother and father, alone in their house without food. Wishing she had at least had a chance to bade farewell, she hoped they would manage without her. Her mother would have to be the one to get food, and she hoped that no soldiers would bother her. Though Elizabeth got her looks mostly from her mother, the years had left her with wrinkles and sagging skin, unattractive, yet now a blessing. <br><br>The tears were daring to spill, but she willed them away. She would not give the man that satisfaction of her tears. The tie that had contained her hair had fallen out during the struggle, and her long hair whipped around her face wildly. She wished she had understood what he had meant... what he had planned for her... if only her brothers were still here to protect her. But they were lost forever, killed because of the man sitting behind her. Who now had complete control of her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 19:38:09</strong>
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				Tycar rode into the citadel, and his squire took his reins dutifully as he approached the stable, though the young teenager looked with some surprise at his passenger. Tycar pulled himself down off the horse, then pulled her onto his shoulder, his hands gripping her shapely thighs. Several of the servants peered from their work curiously as he walked across the courtyard with her upon his back.<br><br>He reveled in the feel of her thighs and the rest of her body sliding against him as she struggled fitfully, carrying her into the keep. She knew this small citadel, that sat on the far edge of town, for it was once the seat of a noble family of her city. One might wonder what happened to them, but Tycar and his company had taken it for their own, and Tycar as their captain had taken the lord's former chambers for his own.<br><br>As Tycar passed through the first story of the keep, a large powdered and perfumed man waddled up to him, following.<br><br>"Master Tycar, who is this woman? Your father does not approve of you being so flagrant about such things. Why couldn't you just do it some dark alley like everyone else if you must do it at all?"<br><br>The man smelled of flowers but was otherwise unappealing in every other aspect, pudgy, ill-faced and possessing a whining voice. Tycar turned to face him, Elizabeth whipping back around the other direction as he does so.<br><br>"This woman," Tycar hissed back at him, "..is my taken woman. By the old law, Ballan. Your assistance and advice is not required."<br><br>The man looked shocked and wide-eyed. Tycar loathed Ballan, the adviser and babysitter Father had sent from his court to keep an eye on him during the campaign. Though he suspected his real purpose was to report on whether Tycar intended on raising an army of his own and marching on his father's lands. Or to keep him from plotting too openly to kill his brother. As much as he would relish both, he had no plans, no games to play upon the throne.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peachie</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 07:12:41</strong>
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				As they slowed in front of the man's quarters, Elizabeth was aghast at how she was being treated, hefted around like some sort of... property. As they walked, she beat at his back, her hair covering her face almost entirely. "How dare you," She snarled angrily, her legs trying desperately to kick free. "Let me go this instant!" Her voice carried, and though people were around her, none moved to help. Of course it was naive to think anyone <em>would</em> help, but she had to retain some sort of hope. "Someone! Tell him to let me go!" She shouted, a few of the servants giving her sad looks. Not a good sign by all means.<br><br>Finally, the young woman gave up her struggling, and lie limp on his shoulder, a nice frown planted on her lips. She did not like the way his hands had roamed on her legs, nor did she like the way she was speaking to the ugly little man that had waddled towards them. Of course, their words were once again foreign, but she could tell by the whiny tone of the little man that he did not approve. Suddenly, she was turned to face the stout man, and she raised her eyebrows expectantly, tempted to give him a little wave. Her arms swung around uselessly. It was smarter to save her energy for whatever else the pig of a man had planned. And so she finally remained quiet, her cheeks flushing with chagrin and anger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 16:12:08</strong>
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				Ballian flapped his lips wordlessly for a bit at Tycar's answer, "But, but, sir! Should anyone find out that you have done so... so... backward! It will be an embarrassment, a scandal!"<br><br>Tycar grabbed the handle of the chambers door, "Thank you, Ballian, that is all."<br><br>He left the man blubbering there, slamming the door closed, and into his chambers. Two maids, who had been busy scrubbing the floor near the ample fireplace, scattered quickly out the service entrance, as Tycar ordered them to lock the door, as he locked his own. He took Elizabeth and put her down on the large fur that lay on the floor, some large cat-like beast that the former owners had slain or simply paid to be slain.<br><br>He pulled out a dagger slowly. His eyes had a strange look to them, as if he was doing this for the benefit, or insult, of someone else entirely, removed from the situation at hand. He slipped the dagger into her blouse and cut it open straight in the front, his hand gripping her shoulder roughly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peachie</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 07:34:33</strong>
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				As they entered the man's bedchambers, Elizabeth had only a few moments to absorb the beauty of the room. It was much larger than any room she had ever seen and she wondered if the man that had taken her even knew how lucky he had it. As she was thrusted onto the floor, she remained on her knees, suddenly eyeing the knife he had warily. Elizabeth suddenly wondered if he planned on killing her there on the spot, but what would have been the point of bringing her all the way here? <br><br>"What do you..." her voice was abruptly cut off as the front of her shirt was roughly ripped apart. Attempting to struggle free, his hand kept her rooted to the floor. Her free arm immediately attempted to cover her volumptuous breasts, though most of her tanned upper torso was exposed. <br><br>The realization of what he had planned sunk in, and her eyes grew wide and fearful. The young woman was still a virgin... she wondered if he planned to go that far. "Please... stop," she pleaded quietly, her bottom lip puckering, "I'll do anything. Just don't..." her voice quivered and drifted away, suddenly frightened of the aspect of becoming sexual with the agressive man towering over her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 13:33:00</strong>
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				"Yes," he said, speaking in her own tongue, "you will do anything. And everything, for me. You are mine."<br><br>He grabbed her legs, pinning her down by lifting them up, and pulled off one of her tall riding boots, then the other. His strong hands then reached down, undoing the buckle of her breeches, and ripping them off of her in one clean pull, the seams ripping in places as he did so.<br><br>He tossed the clothing away, looking down at his prize now, clad in her ripped open blouse and her shapely legs exposed. She was a treasure, that was for sure, exotic even by the standards of southern women. His eyes lingered on her large bust and her shapely legs, before he reached around and undid the buckles of his own clothes. His leather jerkin fell away, then the undercoat, revealing a chest of toned muscles and strong abs, knitted with a patchwork of scars. Followed by his own riding pants, he stood naked looking down at her, his body the strong and sleek one of a swift and lethal warrior. He puts the dagger aside, moving down to the furs with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peachie</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 04:58:23</strong>
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				"No," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief, "I can't, I..." her voice was cut off, and the strong-willed Elizabeth felt like a little, silly girl. <br><br>There was no point in fighting the man now undressing. He had had a plan from along, from saving her to taking her here. If only she had listened to her mother, who seemed so far away, and not left her house, she may still have had her life ahead of her. Watching Tycar undress, her eyes widened. She had never before seen a naked man in the flesh, and though he was physically attractive, she had no desire for him; turning her cheek, she closed her eyes and let him climb on top of her. Her body was cold, her nipples puckered, but she was visibly trembling. <br><br>Lying exposed, she was embarrassed and frightened, unsure of what was to come next, what it would feel like. Her cheek was pressed agaisnt the fur, her eyes shut tightly. "Don't," she muttered meekly, using the palm of her hand to cover her already closed eyes. She attempted to close her legs, trying to protect her womanhood from a foreign invasion. It was horrible lying there, not knowing what it would feel like, if it would hurt, if he would even care...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taken (Peachie &amp; PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 02:07:49</strong>
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				"Don't?" he said to her, his voice deep and commanding, "No, you don't say that anymore."<br><br>He grabs her legs, pushing them open harshly, then takes one hand and seizes his belt. <br><br>"You say, how can I please you, Master? You say, what can this little slut do to you, Master? Or, fuck me, Master. That is what <em>you</em> say now, unless you want a good beating to go along with your fucking."<br><br>He seizes her wrists, wrapping them both in his belt and pulling them tightly together, binding her hands above her head as he pushes his thighs in between hers. This woman he would have control of, and she would be his to command. All his, not for any others to comment on or give their advice regarding. This young thing would be his taken woman and he would enjoy her without guilt.<br><br>He guided the swollen head of his member to her sex, and pressed slowly inside. He was surprised to meet resistance, feeling her maidenhead. He paused slightly, and whispered softly, in contrast to his hissing tone earlier, "Brace yourself, little one."<br><br>And then he pushed through, part of him relishing being the first to know, the only man who shall ever know her. She was all his.
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