Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)
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				Title: <strong>Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 00:56:44</strong>
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				Twigs snapped beneath Brooke's shoes as she wound her way through the forest behind Aintin Aubry's little cottage. She'd been in Ireland for two days, and she was already starting to pick up the accent. Humming AC\DC, which came from the ear-buds tucked into her bra strap, valiantly trying to fill the forest with classic rock. She dragged her fine platinum hair back into a ponytail as she tramped through the forest, trying to get herself lost. It would be more interesting than walking into the small town down the road and drinking coke with the disenchanted teens in front of Doogan's, which had turned out to be a convenience store. It seemed that anyone over 17 worked in a factory, and anyone under couldn't wait until they could work.<br><br>Brooke had come across the pond to go bar-hopping, find a sexy Irish boy, and go to university for free. She'd been coming to Ireland every third year since her mum and da had eloped to Canada twenty years ago. Gran and Graandad had not approved of the Irish girl, and Mammo and Daddo had not approved of the Scottish boy. They loved the little girl the two had produced, just not the half of her genetics that weren't their own nationality.<br><br>Her sharp green eyes barely registered the moss-covered ground she drifted over, and she hummed her way along, determined to lose her way. Perhaps she would meet a cute hunter, that didn't work in the factory that made everyone smell like grease and rust, and that wouldn't shoot her. She had an entire three months to kill before starting first year.<br><br>Freckles were already starting to spring across her small, upturned nose, and her high cheekbones.A thin leather tong criss-crossed her left wrist, a long embroidery-thread bracelet looped around the other. Short fingernails covered chipped black polish tipped long, elegant fingers, with similarly painted toenails on small toes. The song switched to an Ozzy Osbourne, and she hummed along with the melody. Steel loops ran up the outside of her ears, and black kohl outlined her eyes, both to help with any glare and to define her eyes from her otherwise pale features.<br><br>"All my life I've been over the top..." She sang out, voice melodic and strong, as she jumped off a small rock ledge into a grassy clearing. A yawn suddenly caught her off guard, and she shook her head, continuing across a clearing to a large tree. She rolled her back, and stifled a yawn once more. She looked around, and shrugged, sitting down against the thick trunk and leaning back against it, wondering why she felt so tired so suddenly. Her eyes slowly began to close on their own accord, and she rested with them closed, breathing deeply and feeling her conciousness fall into the realm of Nod.<br><br>Never once had she noticed the ring of small white mushrooms around the tree.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 22:25:30</strong>
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				Ortheos lay on his back in the lush green field, a smile perking his angular features as the sun played along his perfect form... Far more perfect than any mortal, and many immortals, could hope to attain. His eyes were of sea and storm, his hair like strands of sunlight, and the court-garb he wore the color of mischief - spun from the dreams of maidens who pined for him still.<br><br>And then a shiver of magic floated, thin and weak, across the field.<br><br>Ortheos' ears twitched. A call? But no... He could feel the tingle of the overlay now. It was so faint he hadn't noticed it at first.<br><br>Someone was coming<br><br>A sparkle of interest entered his impossible eyes.<br><br>A new game was about to begin.<br><br>And then he was the wind, rushing and playful, whistling on his way to the faerie ring… The ring several of his subjects were now so eagerly gathered around. A smile grew upon his face.<br><br>A girl… A human girl… A very pretty human girl… By their standards of course. But she had potential, there was true beauty lying under her rough, unhewn exterior – like a glorious sculpture still hidden in the marble block it was to be carved from.<br><br>“Hello little girl.” He smiled, shimmering back into his physical form, reclining on a ray of sunlight. "You're very, very far from home."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 22:52:01</strong>
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				A groan escaped her full lips, and she inhaled deeply through her nose, stretching with a slight yawn. She was disoriented, as she always was after naps, but she felt rested, if a bit sore from the hard ground. Unwilling to open her eyes, she wondered how long she had slept for. Likely not long, as she could feel the sun's heat across her body.<br><br>Her musings were suddenly interrupted by a lilting male voice, and her eyes opened. Squinting against the sun, a hand came up, shielding her emerald eyes, only to have them settle on the most perfectly beautiful face she had ever seen, male or female. She gaped a moment, her breath stolen by the marble-perfect beauty of his, before she sat upright, staring at him incredulously.<br><br>Who was he? His clothing, from the glance she could spar for them, were odd, unlike anyone wore, and he was far too unblemished to be real. Was this a dream? She didn't even look to the others peering at her from outside the ring of mushrooms. "I.." She managed, unable to gather enough wits to form any other words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 22:59:59</strong>
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				His bell-like laugh rang out in the grove. A lost little lamb it seemed, one who had stumbled into a faerie ring. No one had been so luckless in... Well, it was hard to measure time. Perhaps a few years, or a few decades. It was difficult to tell.<br><br>He strode closer to her, placing a finger under her chin, drawing her eyes to his. Yes… Yes she had a great deal of potential as yet uncovered, and the speckles on her cheeks somehow heightened her appeal to him – as fireflies amongst a midsummer night.<br><br>He wanted her.<br><br>Once he decided that, there was nothing left. He would take her as his own, make her his pet and train her well. Perhaps, if she worked very hard, he’d be able to put her on display for the Summer festival.<br><br>"What is your name child?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 23:19:04</strong>
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				Laughter, so pure it nearly hurt her ears rang from him, and she knit her eyebrows together, shaking her head to dispel any cobwebs. Her eyes turned to his as soon as he touched her chin, and she swallowed, all of her wits apparently gone. "Brooke." Her name sprung from her lips without any bidding, as soon as he requested it.<br><br>She stared, mesmerized, unable to tear her eyes away, a fly to a carnivorous plant. She was doomed, she was his already, and she had no idea it had happened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 23:30:42</strong>
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				“Ah, Brooke. An interesting name. If an unmelodious one.” Ortheos laughed again, a peal of summer thunder. These mortals were adorable... It brought back to him memories of nights spent laughing in the arms of maids a few scant centuries ago, like it was yesterday.<br><br>Mortals were the freshest flowers.<br><br>"Charming as ever." He chuckled to himself, the Lord of Summer running a finger along her neck, where her collar would soon be, sending tiny shivers of sensation racing through her.<br><br>“Do you want to be mine?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 00:19:45</strong>
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				She shudder wracked across her thin frame as his finger teased her neck, and she frowned, trying to understand what he was asking. She scrubbed her hands across her eyes, to look at him again. "What?" She asked, confusion knitting her eyebrows together. To be his? Was he asking her on a date or something?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 00:22:23</strong>
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				Ah… The girl was still resisting? Well, naturally she would, mortals were so stubborn… And to be fair, she was more confused than anything. <br><br>"Let me show you." He murmured, his hands gliding along her form, her clothes dissolving into mist.<br><br>"Ah… Much better."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 01:32:34</strong>
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				A gasp caught in her throat at her sudden nudity, her cheeks streaking through with crimson embarrassment. "How..." She started, her arms wrapping around her breasts, one hand splaying against her crotch. Her eyebrows knit together, this time in aghast, her mouth dropping open angrily. The cobwebs finally removed from her mind, she looked around, suddenly very aware that there was an audience.<br><br>Her eyes finally returned to the man before her, and by then, she was mad. "What the fuck?!" She demanded. "How did you do that? Un-do it! Give me back my clothes!" Bravado was her only defence against crippling embarrassment, and worse. Her green eyes lit with the passion of anger stared unflinchingly, unabashedly into his, issuing challenge and demand. She didn't care who he was at the moment, or how her clothes had suddenly disappeared. She could deal with that later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 01:37:52</strong>
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				"Such odd creatures, you mortals… First entranced, then enraged." He knelt beside her, a hand cupping to her cheek. "But so delicious." He pressed a kiss to her neck, drinking in her scent.<br><br>The faerie lord smiled. "I enjoy your taste." He whispered, his hand sliding along her inner thigh, teasing her gently. He sent a flutter of confused desires into the inexperienced girl, bringing her into a delicious conflict between her burning anger, abject wonder and now-simmering needs.<br><br>He loved to watch mortals squirm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 01:55:30</strong>
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				As he leaned close, his cool hand resting against her warmed cheek, she flinched away, but then he bent in closer. Her mouth opened, and a soft noise escaped as his lips pressed against her sensitive neck, her hands clenching. <em>Mortals</em>? She tried to duck away, even as her head and shoulder dipped, instinctively offering the length of her neck to him. She gasped, fighting another shiver as his soft whisper danced into her ear, and she bit down sharply on her lip, the action having the opposite effect of arousing her more, as opposed to bringing her back to the present issue.<br><br>She nearly fell over as his hand slid along her bare, inner thigh, her confusion, anger and arousal all spiking at the motion. Passion simmered though her veins, and, like a frightened mouse in the clutches of a cat, she shied away, pressing her hands and arms tighter against herself, trying to conceal her body from the many pairs of eyes watching. Her face flamed with humiliation and desire, and she turned her face away, closing her eyes tightly. "No..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:03:32</strong>
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				"Saying no… What a naughty girl."&nbsp; He drew her closer, eyes flowing over her flesh. "Ample breasts." His eyes sparkled, approval shining in them. "And hardly used. Commendable." A feathery kiss played across her lips. "You might make a decent toy in my palace." He squeezed her breast, testing the feel, while his other glided down, slipping between her legs, feeling her dampening slit.<br><br>"A virgin?" His eyes sparkled with mischief. Some very potent magic could be worked with virgin mortals. "Exquisite."<br><br>&nbsp;A finger slid inside her.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:16:50</strong>
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				She shuddered as he pulled her loser, squeezing her eyes closed tightly, keeping her face turned away, hating herself for liking this. She could barely comprehend his words, and wasn't truly paying attention, either. She was too focused on the sound of his voice, and his hands. She nearly jumped out of her skin as he easily pushed her hand away, and slid down her bald mons, sliding against her slit, as a word penetrated into her mind. <em>Virgin?</em> Her teeth pressed together as a new wave of embarrassment hit, and she groaned, shying further back away from him. She'd never found anyone worth giving herself to, really, and thusly had never lost her virginity. She'd ever felt bad about it until now. A soft noise escaped her as he pressed his finger in, and she shook her head in denial, again, trying to pull back, her hand clasping his wrist, to try and stop his hand's progress. "Please..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:19:36</strong>
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				“Saying please, how polite.” He fondled her gently as his lips pressed into a melting kiss. Then his expression jolted, an iron certainty taking root in the fickle faerie's eyes.<br><br>"I've decided to bed you." He murmured, "You may thank me later." He smiled wickedly as he felt her tightness. This could be delectable.<br><br>He pulled his finger from her. "As your lord, I take your body." He whispered, as his hands gliding over her, easing her back... "Be honored to serve Summer's Prince."<br><br>The faint whispers of magic trailed along her, tiny, heatless flames licking at her flesh.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:31:12</strong>
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				Her eyes widened as he announced his decision, an iron strength laying her back in the moss and grass. "What? No!" She whispered desperately, struggling against him even as her core flamed, moisture slicking her. "My Lord?" She hissed, fighting, trying to sit up even as molten desire flamed across her skin, "no! God, please don't do this..." she begged, hands shoving at him, trying to keep him away. "Leave me alone."
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:37:31</strong>
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				“I beg to differ.” He chuckled, his laughter a bubbling brook as his firm, warm hands flowed over her curves, pulling her against him. His fingers slid inside her, careful to keep her maidenhead intact, as his other hand teased her breast… Lips trailing warm, wet kisses down her neck.<br><br>“Kneel before your Master.”
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:43:41</strong>
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				She was pressed against his softer-than silk clothing, his marble-hard frame barely concealed beneath. Her hands shoved at him, as a butterfly flutters at an elephant, as his fingers slid inside once again. She gasped, freezing as his fingers filled her, and her head fall back, a dry sob escaping her throat, a soft moan trailing along beside. She was pinned, by his strength and her sudden need, his lips on her neck driving her protests, her arguments away. <br><br>"No.." She managed to whisper at his command, hands clenching against his chest, his words reminding her to struggle, her own body thwarting her protests. She fought a soft whimper, eyes closed hard, it felt so good...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:55:12</strong>
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				“Such a defiant child.” He chuckled, his fingers stroking her mane of hair. “But my patience is limited... I gave you a command.” Yes… With some modifications and a great deal of training, she might make a fine toy. If nothing else, he could simply bind her and display her as a decoration. He had many such trinkets.<br><br>“Kneel and please me with your mouth.”
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 03:01:56</strong>
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				She shook her head tears pricking at the back of her eyes. But she found herself getting up, her heels beneath her bottom. She looked down, head bent forward, hands clenched. She had no illusions about what he could do if he wanted to her. She was as helpless as a butterfly pinned to a piece of board. <br><br>Her eyes shot up to stare at him as he ordered her to use her mouth. She gaped incredulously. She'd never done that before either, though she knew how it was done. She shook her head once again, and bit her lips closed, leaning back, away from him. Maybe she could run. Between her thighs was still slick with her desire, every movement she made made her fall further down the hole, but she could run away. Who knew, maybe he was slow.<br><br>She bolted upright, leaping away from him and shoving through their 'audience', pounding away, not truly watching where she was going.
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 03:08:08</strong>
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				His eyes flashed as a crack of thunder split the sky.<br><br>"Not... Smart."<br><br>And then he was beside her, his fist gripping her hair as he yanked her back against him.<br><br>"I see that I'll have to take a more forceful approach."<br><br>A dull silver collar suddenly appeared in his hand - the word "Slave" engraved in its burnished metal.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 03:15:52</strong>
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				A yelp sounded from her as thunder cracked across the sky, and she ducked, expecting rain. What descended was much worse. She screamed as he all but hurled her back into his solid frame, her hands coming up to claw at his hands futilely, her scalp screaming from the sudden yank. Her eyes pricked with tears, as she yanked against his hold, screaming, not even noticing the collar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 03:19:59</strong>
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				“Be silent mortal.” He snapped, anger blazing in his impossible eyes. “Your shrieks infect my ears.”<br><br>He drew her eyes to the collar, wanting her to see it, to know it before it happened… To see the horror in her eyes… A horror that would turn to blissful happiness in his service before a year had past. He loved to view the contrast…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 05:27:22</strong>
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				She grunted as he yanked her head around, still fighting, until her eyes finally fall on the collar. It took her a grand total of one second start her fight anew, screaming in fury, indignation. "Let go! No!" She was a wildcat, screaming, kicking, clawing, striking at his impassive flesh, fighting him with every fibre she had to her disposal, and then some. Had she the leverage, she would have bitten him.
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 05:41:38</strong>
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				“You will.” He growled. The collar’s ends flared with sudden heat, glowing red hot. “Forever.”<br><br>The Prince of Summer reached forward and clasped the collar shut around her neck, the heated ends flashing, then cooling… Welded shut in a most permanent manner.<br><br>“Welcome to the Summer Court.” His fingers dug into her breasts, sending barbs of pain as he forced her to the mossy ground, pushing her thighs apart.<br><br>“You’ll make a good whore.”
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 05:48:25</strong>
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				She shied away from the red-hot metal, but as it grew close, she became still as a stone. She would rather find a way out of it later than be burned so badly it hurt to live. As the collar clasped shut, and the heat flared near painful against the back of her neck, she screamed, one last time in defeat. Her eyes closed tightly as his words met her ears, his grip bruising her breast. She grunted in pain, and jerked back, to no avail. <br><em>We'll see about that, now won't we?</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 04:32:12</strong>
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				He sighed theatrically. "Such naughty thoughts... And when I'm offering you such a splendid thing, being a pet in my palace, a good little slave. It's quite the privilege."<br><br>Such a shame that she was so inexperienced. It made her a fairer flower, true, but it also made her so much less willing. But he had no interest in raping her, it was so dull... Brute force,t he way of an animal, not a lord like he.<br><br>He wanted to hear her beg for his love.<br><br>"Are you sure you don't want to feel me?" He whispered, a hand gliding over her in a soft stroking... Sending shivers of desire through her body, making her loins burn with need.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 04:45:05</strong>
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				Her mouth gaped open at his words, and she stared at him. She understood he could be guessing, she had no doubt her expression had been anything but tranquil, but something in her gut shied away from the simple explanation. Nothing would be simple any more. Desperately, she tried to ignore his hand, sliding across her lower belly, her legs, between them, sending warm flutters right into the centre of her, where desire curled up to wait, ready to pounce, warming her and preparing her.<br><br><em>Slave</em> The word branded her mind, painful and humiliating. "no." She stated, nails digging into her palms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 04:51:16</strong>
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				“I see…” He smiled sadly. “Well then, there’s nothing left to do…”<br><br>He rose to his feet, a leash appearing in his hands and clipping to her collar.<br><br>“Crawl along pet, it’s time to see your new home.”<br><br>He began walking to Summer Palace.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 04:56:17</strong>
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				She gaped at his back as he suggested she crawl, her mind choosing that to focus on than his seeming ability to conjure things out of thin air. She stood her ground, until the leash grew taught, his strength pulling her forward, she stumbled, but walked, head held high, shoulders back, and nose in the air. She was not an animal, and she would not crawl to wherever he wished.
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 05:11:02</strong>
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				"Naughty girl..." A whip appeared in his hand, tapered to limit an excessive amount of pain - but still quite sharp enough to have a substantial sting. "I do not want to punish you... So I'll give you another chance." The whip cracked.<br><br>"Crawl."
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 15:04:39</strong>
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				Brooke nearly jumped out of her skin as the whip cracked, and she glared. She didn't care what he looked like, she'd made her decision on him. Her only other decision was to hold her tongue, comply and wait to strike, or to resist and be beaten down. Pride, or wit. Slowly, her knees bent, and she dropped to them, bending forward to place her hands on the ground. Her heart thudded unmercifully in her chest, adrenaline and hate singing in her veins. Her mind was blank, clouded over with a red haze of fury, only one thought keeping her on her knees. <em>Soon.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 01:26:23</strong>
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				He pulled her close and the two of them dissolved into the wind…<br><br>Playful breeze, golden hills, lush green grass, sparkling crystal lakes and ponds, all surrounding one impossibly vast palace worked in marble that seems to glow with an inner life.<br><br>It was the greatest house among the four faerie courts, in the care of the mightiest of them all, by far. Him, Ortheos, Summer's Prince.<br><br><br>They appeared on the warm, moist grass – him holding her tight, pressed against him in all her naked loveliness. <br><br>But the sight had now become common.<br><br>Dozens upon dozens of impossibly beautiful creatures, many of which were hardly human, were playing together, in trees and on lawns, behind rocks or in ponds.<br><br>"It's good to be home."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 02:29:54</strong>
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				A wave of nausea hit Brooke as they returned, and she sagged in his arms, hating his closeness. she gulped in air, her eyes firmly closed as she regained her sense of up and down. Finally, her eyes cracked open. She gaped as she stared around them the utter perfection of the valley&nbsp; baffling her. She stared around, eyes flicking from one creature to the next, forgetting for a moment who she was with.<br><br><em>Home?</em> He belonged in this place? She could hardly believe it, and yet somehow it rang true/ It was just as stunning as he. How cruel was it, here, beneath the surface?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 03:37:31</strong>
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				"Welcome to the Summer Court." He chuckled, kissing her, long and deeply erotic. "I hope you enjoy your stay." He smiled down at the human child, stroking her long, lovely hair. "It's a great honor to be chosen by me.<br><br>"Come my sweet..." He murmured, rising to his feet. "It's time you sampled the eternal delights of Summer." His eyes rested on the girl, terrified wonder in her eyes.<br><br>She had a right to her fears.<br><br>After a bit of time here, she'd never be the same. And she'd be thanking him desperately for that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summer's Captive (Stairc and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 03:45:11</strong>
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				<em> Honour my ass.</em> She thought, eyer returning to him for a moment, wrenching herself away from him, though she was still unable to break his grip. She likely would never be. She glared at him silently, anger causing dee furrows beneath her eyebrows to show, her emerald eyes narrowed, lips thin. She dared not say anything, her voice would just get her into trouble. He still had that whip after all. <em>Here I thought I liked summer, sunburns and all.</em>
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