Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)
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				Title: <strong>Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 00:15:51</strong>
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				Had there ever been life before the Ghettos?<br><br>Surely there must have...<br><br>Life, before this shadowy winter which seemed to engulf everyone, leaving no trace or answers to the hundreds of questions which manifested in the quiet darkness. Krakow was no longer the bustling city it once was. Now, it was barren and it reeked of death. There was death on every corner, in every house and every soul. No one here was free from death…<br><br>No one here was free.<br><br>The air was freezing, yet still they stood. Trembling together in a single file line, ten women of all ages stood as stilly as they could, and as silently as they could manage. Teeth chattered, knees shook, even whimpers could be heard beneath the harsh winds.&nbsp; All had come for the hope of employment. A sign requesting a live in maid had been posted inside the Ghetto, for the new villa that had been constructed for the Plaszow camp. Whom they would be working for, how long and for how much were details that mattered not to the frozen souls. These women were alone now. Their children, brothers, sisters, parents, anyone that remained close with them were gone. <br><br>Helen had lost both her parents, but thankfully that had been before the war…<br><br>Her slender hands trembled beneath her plaid shawl, her fingers interlacing in hopes that changing the position would keep them from becoming stiff in the frigid air. She wore a scarf around her head, tucking back her short brown curls. Beneath her shawl, she wore a simply black dress with white embroidering around the hem, with dark stockings and simple shoes. Nothing extravagant. She had dressed for warmth, not to impress. Several of the younger women, (though Helen was not old by any measure, she simply was not the youngest one here) had dolled up with their best make up and jewels..As if beauty still had meaning to these men when it came to Jews…Helen scoffed slightly, bringing her hands up against her chapped lips to warm with her breath.<br><br>She had seen several cars go by, but none had stopped. Several officers had approached them with bemused looks upon their faces, but none had stopped. <br><br>Had this been a joke of some sort?<br><br>She felt her heart sink within her breast. It had been weeks since she had tasted a decent meal. Her simple flat had no more food within its cupboards. Her money was growing thin, so she had sold off most everything she owned in order to survive if not for just one more day. Like the others who shivered beside her, she had brought everything she needed just in case she was selected for the job. A medium sized leather suitcase, which had belonged to her father, rested in the snow at her feet. Inside were memories and necessities, nothing more.<br><br>She brought her hands back beneath her shawl, casting her gaze to the ground. In the distance she could hear small children crying...Elders weeping...people screaming. Even those heartwrenching sounds settled better in her stomach than silence. Silence would make the reality sink in, that everyone was gone...or was soon to be...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 15:06:12</strong>
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				Amon Goeth is relaxing on the backseat of the open jeep with freezing hands and feet, cursing the little cold he woke up with in the morning. A silver cross dangles in his neck and the a few medals shinning on his chest like souvenirs of his barbaric bravery in combat. Highly impressed by his heroic records High Command has recently assigned Him the responsibility to construct and command the forced labour camp at Płaszów and one of the essentials for day on his TO DO list is to inspect the work progress. <br><br>Amon was born in Vienna to a family in the printing industry. At the age of 22, He became a member of the Austrian branch of the Nazi Party. In 1930 he was assigned the Party Number 510764. Amon simultaneously joined the Austrian SS and was appointed an SS-Mann with the SS Number 43673. In a very short period of time Amon became a favorite to all and there was no better candidate then him for the Plaszow project and of course his sadistic nature made him top on the list.<br><br>Another essential on his list is to seek for a maid. Amon has just moved to Plaszow from Vienna and still struggling for a cup of coffee every morning. He reminds the office sitting in front about his request. It shouldn’t be a challenge at all, especially when Amon has been appointed on a force labour camp. The officer nods acknowledging his request…<br><br>As soon as they reached the camp, Amon was lead to a quite large ground by the officer and a smile ran down his lips noticing few girls lined up. He lights a cigarette in relief and looks around at the beaten, broken labours working like dogs all over the camp.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“One of you is a very lucky girl. There is an opening for a job away from all this back-breaking work, in my new villa. Umm, which of you has domestic experience? Ja, on second thought, I don't really want someone else's maid. All those annoying habits I'd have to undo.” Amon marches around looking at all the girl’s one after another but none seems to have his interest.<br><br>“ashh….I don’t want to give you My cold…..what is your name?” he points at one of the girls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 23:32:12</strong>
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				It had been at least one hour since they had initially lined up. Helen had come to the split conclusion that this man was either late or not coming.&nbsp; Given the German soldier’s accuracy and precise attention to detail thus far, she feared the latter true. Her willowy fingers once again interlaced, hoping to mask her shaking beneath the simple shawl. It hung tightly around her slender shoulders, covering her figure completely in a sense. There were holes however in the material, which became an alluring window to someone who may look close enough. They would find no skin, just cloth, but perhaps the tease would attract them enough to want a <em>closer</em> look…While the girls beside her had dolled up to be attractive, Helen Hirsch seemed alluring without any intention of being that way.<br><br>Suddenly, a chill ran the back of her spine; and judging by the way the other women trembled, it had struck them as well. The sound of high cut leather boots, crushing melting snow and scraping against uneven pavement came to their ears. Helen’s dark eyes caught sight of the man’s boots, and as he approached, her eyes followed upward. The sternness of his expression should not have caught her as off guard as much as it had. The soldiers in Krakow all wore the same expressions after all. They were either amused at the suffering of their Jewish prisoners, or disgusted that they had to deal with them in the first place. Had Helen been fearless, she would have mirrored his expression…but her courage had suffocated beneath the Star wrapped around her right arm.<br><br>She had once been quite boisterous, as was required to take proper command over any sort of classroom. Ballet was no exception. Though she only instructed for part time hours at the cities Ballet Academy, Helen had taken on the challenge of teaching intermediate classes as well as beginning level for the youngest of aspiring dancers. The position of a maid was neither step down nor up in her opinion as far as social scale, but it certainly would be a step downward as far as her enjoyment was concerned. Though, in truth she did not expect to enjoy much of anything anymore. <br><br>The cold overwhelmed her. As the man spoke, in that chilling authoritative tone that separated him from the other soldiers who spoke harshly without anything but voice behind it, she gazed forward. She did not follow his every step as the others did, instead she focused on not collapsing from exhaustion…Her eyes went blurry for a moment, only to perfect once more to find him standing right in front of her. Her gaze darted downward as he stepped back slightly. He did not wish her to catch his cold?<br><br>Ha.<br><br>Such fake sympathy…<br><br>Helen could not bring forth the smirk she wanted. Instead, when he inquired her name she parted her frozen lips to whisper,<br><br>“Helen Hirsch..” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 12:41:04</strong>
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				Amon rests the cigarette on his slender lips and inhales deep…the only obsession of his and it also tends to keep him warm in the blood freezing cold. Standing tall, gazing at Helen with his stony eyes as she whispers her name so low that it died before it could reach to his ears. Shaking… as her slim body tries to hold her together against the cold, dry hairs floating across her forehead …she does looks pretty or maybe it’s her scared submission. <br><br>A trembling pale Jewish girl, Amon cares least if she catches his cold…and not a bit more if she falls down and freeze to death…he might just stand there and watch her die. His sadistic nature will enjoy every moment of her agonizing pain with a smile and cigarette between his lips. He has tortured, killed hundreds on men, women and kids, his hands never shook….no guilt at all. She doesn’t deserve sympathy, at least not this part of the world, at least not under his watch. Her life and death makes no difference, she means nothing…<br><br>“What?” he invites her again, gently.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 15:45:48</strong>
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				Was the man deaf?!<br><br>Or had he expected her to come out with a more eloquent <em> My name is Helen Hirsch, Herr Kommandant.</em> He would not receive such an introduction, for she was dizzy enough standing that when she spoke even softly it caused her eyes to blur. She placed her hands together beneath her shawl, licking her lips only to prevent them from splitting and bleeding as she spoke. <br><br>“Helen Hirsch”<br><br>She spoke again, somewhat louder, though the extra energy caused her to lose her footing only subtly. She had caught herself in time to make the moment of weakness barely noticeable…at least to the other Jewish girls around her. Helen was certain that the S.S. could pick up on the very scent of weakness, so it would be no surprise to her if the officer had noticed her slight stumble.<br><br>Years of ballet had kept her agile and balanced, though she had managed to keep teaching until a few weeks ago when the academy had decided to ‘dismiss’ her, she found herself now losing her grace…Perhaps it was dying, along with everything else….<br><br>With no job, and nothing left for her at home, Helen swallowed the pride lodged in her throat that prevented her putting on any sort of kind demeanor. Perhaps this job was not the best thing for her. Perhaps starvation somewhat free was better than meals from a position, which was only smudged slightly to not seem like slavery. If it was, Helen was not brave enough to find out. She could not muster up the courage to face the world alone any longer…<br><br>Her hazel eyes slowly moved from the man’s boots, following his long legs, quickly passing a certain area to move to his face. His eyes were striking, almost iridescent. There was a sadness behind his hardened expression which caught her off guard. She smiled hesitantly, keeping very still as she brought her hands closer against her breast.&nbsp; Her eyes the cast downward, her breathing becoming a bit faster in its pace;&nbsp; the white clouds which escaped from her lips lingered in the space between herself and the commanding officer…She hoped, somewhere in the bottom of her heart, that the distance would be kept….<br><br>He made her uncomfortable, in ways far surpassing her normal hesitancy towards officers….<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 22:36:10</strong>
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				Exactly, when Helen whispers her name once more for him… a startling cough and Amon loses her yet again…of course not intentional but&nbsp; still blank. The circumstances are resulting awkward and for, once Amon even thought of moving ahead to another girl, any other but not Helen. A fresh girl and fresh initiate, at least Amon will not be in an embarrassing state like such but something stopped him. Though willing but his legs are refusing to move, his eyes refusing to turn away from the very spot where he stand facing a trembling Jewish girl.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“What…I can’t hear?” Amon desires yet again for Helen to say her name but not gentle anymore, a high tone but firmly demanding voice as he gaze straight at Helen with a look which speaks for itself, a look which craves submission. His eyes once shifts from her pale face to the star on her right arm but then floats back to her face as he waits for her reply.<br><br>Amon does acknowledges her potency to stand straight on the ice covered ground and chill breeze with merely cloths to keep her warm in the summers of Plaszow. Her approach is of no ordinary women but a trained performer, her excellence and elegance has left him speechless. ‘It is her’ he smiles to himself and takes a deep drag.
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				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 14:49:34</strong>
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				Helen flinched slightly as he began coughing so violently. For a moment, just a moment, she felt a pinch of sympathy for him somewhere in her heart. That compassion died the moment the wind picked up and tore its way through the holes in her garments. She straightened her posture slightly, pressing her hands together beneath her shawl.<br><br>“Helen Hirsch….”<br><br>She spoke as loud as her voice would allow her, which was barely higher than her previous whispers, so she would not be inquired to it again. The way he looked at her made her uncomfortable even more so now as she realized he had not approached any of the other women. Not one of their jeweled façade’s and made up faces made him look once in their direction. She felt like she was wearing a little red cape…and a wolf was licking his lips in observation and thought as he waited to get her behind closed doors…Her eyes met his, and she was caught in his gaze, unable to move. He froze her with more ferocity than the coldest wind, and with no effort whatsoever.<br><br>Was the job this important to take? A silly question, of course it was. Helen had not enough courage or strength to survive on her own. People were getting laid off; disappearing or killed without question…This could be her only chance to live. <br><br>Helen would find out sooner than later, that this would be no life…and that she held more courage and strength than she once believed…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 10:55:05</strong>
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				A thunder roars veiled in her soft sighs and a lighting sparks in her bitter eyes which none could witness but Amon. Beautiful and dangerous, the only two traits which Amon values most and Helen seems to own both of them. Quite astounded to notice a Jew girl who posses such skills Amon mislays himself in the memories as a momentary silence engulfs between them. She reminds him of the untamed horses Amon leashed, breaking them as a lad…she reminds him of the bullets which pierced his flesh in the combat and left him in agonizing pain. <br><br>The only thing which is holding back Amon is the superiority of his race over hers but the thoughts of breaking, leasing her are yet delightful, the thoughts of forcing her against a wall and peeling off her cloths are stimulating warmth in his spine. Irony is such that the reason of her riddance is also the reason of her endurance. <br><br>As Helen has already conquered his powers of disregard, he willingly raises his hand and slides the thin shawl off, her only protection from the chill winds and Amon himself…and witnesses her helpless potency which he was acknowledging a while back as her hands shiver and she struggle to keep her posture steady. Amon rests the cigarette on his lips and takes another deep drag. Staring at her pale face, considering. Then he twists his neck slightly to right where the officer in charge is waiting patiently for his decision. <br><br>“yeah…” He shouts but not too loud and claims her as his.
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				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:59:21</strong>
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				As the silence engulfed Amon in memories, it in turn suffocated Helen with apprehension. A hunger consumed his eyes, sparked by thoughts which Helen tried to avoid considering. The ferocity of ones physicality was only a reflection of their inner malice. He had the physique to carry out any number of brutal acts, and surely his mind acted as no restriction…What moral value did he carry? What acts did any of these soldiers carry out in the name of God?<br><br>They were all hypocrites….<br><br>Helen did not flinch when he reached forward. His breathing became slightly raspy, not from the cigarette he had been dragging on, but a cause no doubt from whatever deviant thoughts crossed his mind as he moved back her shawl. Perhaps he desired more to come away with it…Perhaps he had expected to fall to her knees. Helen, stubborn and nearly frozen to the earth, only moved her eyes to once again meet his. There was almost an audacity to her stare, as if she was questioning his motives. However the boldness of it was crushed beneath his cruel intensity. <br><br>Her hands clasped together as she felt the winds fully exposed to bite at her trembling fingertips. Again, a hesitant smile played at her lips. It tugged only briefly, as she convinced herself emotions meant nothing to men like him. She could only imagine the way he saw her, but it surely was not as monstrous as how she envisioned him. Her psyche would create him, one night in her sleep, as a demon with ice blue eyes…Any moments of kindness he would display to her in actuality, would cause him to be masked within her dreams as a young boy…with those same chilling eyes. <br><br>They would haunt her, no matter what form he took…<br><br>A loud shout came behind her, from the officer he had acknowledged a moment before. She blinked several times, not certain of what was happening as she was moved aside. Helen knelt for only a brief moment to take up her suitcase, which she clutched against her chest, before she was lead away by two officers towards the car which she assumed he had arrived in. She glanced over her shoulder, looking back to the man in disbelief….<br><br>Why did he choose her… <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 18:08:18</strong>
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				Amon gazed at her from behind as their eyes met for the last time while the officers lead her to his car, a sign of caution for his property. Suddenly his attention was dragged away from Helen to some hostile screams to his left. <br><br>“Take it down it’s not safe?” Amon heard a woman screaming from the barracks construction site.&nbsp; <br><br>“What the fuck?” Amon mumbled to himself and heads up to that direction, not sure what was going on. He sighed in relief when finally a guard offered him a cup of coffee which he was craving since morning. The unterscharfuehrer approached him complaining something Amon was really not interested in at that point of time. <br><br>“You fucking bitch.” It was all Amon could hear and noticed a young woman running towards him from the constructions site. What those foolish guards were doing? They didn’t have brains? They didn’t even care to stop her? <br><br>“Herr Kommandant…the entire foundation has to be torn down and repoured. If not, there will be at least a subsidence at the southern end of the barracks. Subsidence and then collapse.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Amon looks at her mesmerized, sipping on the hot coffee not really impressed with her integrity or the fervor for her work but more because of the hot coffee delight flowing down his throat. <br><br>“And you are an engineer?” Amon somehow gathers his thoughts, not really sure what to reply on her idiocy. What nerve? Who the hell is she?<br>&nbsp;<br>“Yes. My name is Diana Reiter. I'm a graduate of Civil Engineering from the University of Milan.” Amon tried to focus on her words as the young woman introduced herself proudly, standing straight, gazing at him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>“Ah, an educated Jew... like Karl Marx himself.” Amon painted a slurring smile across his lips. What a pathetic creature, a repentant definition of a woman. Especially after he just been face to face with the princesses of his sadistic desires, a masterpiece. There is no way on earth she could have impressed him. Amon walked close to the barracks inspecting the work himself, albeit he had no knowledge of what Diana was trying to convey. Amon has always been pleasant with guns and not with bricks.<br><br>“Unterscharfuehrer!” Amon requested the attention of the officer.<br><br>“Jawohl!” Unterscharfuehrer replies walking close to him, wondering what Amon desired now. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Shoot her.” With no hesitation what so ever, Amon signed her death affirmation.&nbsp; <br><br>“Herr Kommandant! I'm only trying to do my job!” Life is dear to all, no matter how miserable they are. So did she plead to Amon but it’s meaningless, he has long forgotten the meaning of words like mercy or omitted his vocabulary intentionally.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“Ja, I'm doing mine.” Amon hissed casually, cold and unconcerned.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sir, she's foreman of construction.” One of the guards tried to teach some sense to the bolshie personality.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I’m not going to have arguments with this people.” But Amon was too annoyed with the little cold and too offended with Helen’s denial to submit. Someone had to pay, if not Helen then Diana.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With no other option left, unterscharfuehrer tried to drag Diana away from the spot and Amon’s ferocity, maybe to shoot her alone in a dark corner where none can witness.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“No. Shoot her here, on my authority.” Amon demanded his share of fun and ordered her execution in open, a lesson for all to witness.<br><br>“It will take more than that...” Diana cursed his sadistic behavior and the moment; she only tried to help, just happened to be at the wrong place at a wrong time.&nbsp; <br><br>“I'm sure you're right.” Amon replied carelessly sipping his coffee and stood right there smiling while the unterscharfuehrer pushed Diana down on the white snowed floor and shot her from behind.&nbsp; <br><br>“Take it down, repour it, rebuild it, like she said.” Amon gazed behind at the unterscharfuehrer ordering as he started walking to his car accompanying another officer. Not a bit concern about Helen who must have witnessed the whole thing. The few moments of her monarchy were over.<br><br>“You need a fucking invitation, don’t you?” Amon screamed standing close to his car, staring at Helen.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 17:43:27</strong>
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				They took away her bag and tossed it into the trunk of the shiny black car without a care for if there may be something of value inside. What fragile possession could livestock posses? Or insects? Rodents? Slaves? Whatever lower life form they were being compared to now...Had there been anything fragile inside her simple suitcase, it would have been shattered by now...much like Helen's heart the moment the young Jewish engineer fell lifeless into the snow not even a foot away...<br><br>She watched the whole event as if it was some horrible movie playing before her..<br><br>A movie with no cut, no stop, and no subtle reminder that it was all just pretend...<br><br>The villains surrounded the damsel in distress, but instead of ropes and train tracks, they had bullets and pistols in mind for her. Helen could feel their sinister sneers scorching her bones even when their attention was no directed towards her. For some reason, a thought sparked in her mind that this woman…this poor woman whom she had never met in her entire life, was suffering for something she had done. Why would that guilt suddenly overwhelm her? She had done nothing to veer the Kommandant’s wrath…<br><br>Or had she?<br>&nbsp;<br>Helen closed her eyes the moment the gun was drawn. In her naivety she had believed for a moment that they would spare the girl, and listen to her warning on a professional level. No, that would only happen in a world that remained sensible…A world of reason, not this chaos. The gun shot and Helen heard the unsettling sound of snow being weighed down by a corpse. A sound that all in Krakow would be familiar with soon…<br><br>The officers walked towards her, without a care for what sin they had just done. Thou shalt not kill….Was that not a commandment for their religion as well? They parted around her like the waves of the Red Sea, and Helen stared at the body of the woman whom she had just seen a split second before..alive. She could not think of any name to pray to. No one was listening. Not a soul in this world or the one beyond…Had God become deaf to their cries?<br><br>&nbsp;She turned on her heel, keeping her gaze downward as she walked to the car after being shouted too. The door was opened, and the officer lifted his hand to shove her in, but second guessed the thought of touching the Kommandant’s property. Helen moved as close to the side of the car as she possibly could, staring at the floor and moving her hands close together. She feared she would stop breathing right there, that anxiety would suffocate her and leave her lifeless without aid of any gun or torturous device….Perhaps it would be best that way, perhaps to die now would be better than to live on. Her breath instead became more hastened, though her heart did stop for a moment as the door shut and a weight assumed the seat beside her….<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 12:47:21</strong>
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				All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players, have they forgotten?<br><br>Helen, Diana, the unterscharfuehrer and the guard who offered Amon a cup of coffee. The pitiable, Amon shot this morning from his balcony. And Amon too…part of a devil. A cruel and ruthless devil, delighted from their pain. His father wasn’t offensive, his mother never had an affair and his friends never abused him, he had a pleasant childhood. Still?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Why so much resistance then? Isn’t this destined? <br><br>Kali has already claimed their essence. They have already been tortured, already been killed. Why are they anxious then? <br><br>Amon walked to the other side of the car as the guard tossed Helen’s suitcase in the trunk viciously. The officer tried to help her inside the car but subdued as his eyes met Amon’s cold stony eyes. A warning not to touch her, not now, not ever. But it wasn’t because she was a Jew. <br>But there was another reason, which no one else knew except Amon.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Amon climbed in the car next to Helen. He rested his back against the spongy leather seat… skating in front to adjust himself in a better manner…relaxing. He peeked at Helen once and noticed the poor girl trembling. Petrified! <br><br>“Why are you shivering? It’s not that cold.” He chuckled at Helen.<br><br>“Let’s go home.” He ordered the driver and the car started skating to his villa. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 23:53:24</strong>
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				<em>“Why are you shivering? It’s not that cold."</em><br><br>What a brilliant question from the man who was warmly dressed and sipping on freshly brewed coffee. Had her lips not been nearly frozen, she would have scoffed at the remark...which would have earned her more trouble than she desired. Instead, she wrapped her arms around herself beneath the shawl, keeping her gaze to the ground. <br><br>This world was putting on a dreadful play...While America and other nations slept in their seats or sat with a dazed look in their eye for the time being, Germany put on a production that the world would soon never forget...though they would find themselves paying attention when many of the parts have vanished...The names on the playbill all would blur together, though several would stand out to the crowd. Not necessarily for the best reasons either...<br><br>Helen never desired a role in this. Her audition had been tampered with somewhere along the lines..<br><br>It must have been a mistake.<br><br>Never would she willingly play the part of the devil's desires...<br><br>Helen took a deep breath, the chilly air freezing her throat. She coughed slightly, bringing her pale hands to her lips to muffle the sound. While her hands lingered there, she closed her eyes...Disguising her prayer as anticipation for another cough..<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Y'he sh'lama rabba min sh'mayya [v']chayyim [tovim] v'sava vishuʻa v'nechama v'shezava urfuʼa ugʼulla uslicha v'khappara&nbsp; v'revach v'hatzzala lanu ulkhol ʻammo yisraʼel v'ʼimru amen ʻose shalom bimromav hu [b'rachamav] yaʻase shalom ʻalenu v'ʻal kol [ammo] yisraʼel, v'ʼimru amen.....</em><br><br><br>May there be much peace from Heaven, [and] [good] life and satiety, and salvation, and comfort, and saving and healing and redemption and forgiveness and atonement and relief and deliverance for us and for all His people Israel; and say, Amen. He who makes peace in His heights may He [in his mercy]make peace upon us and upon all [his nation] Israel; and say, Amen.</div><br>Hopefully, it had gone undetected. She had learned to recite the prayers quickly and in secret...Her hands drifted to her neck, clutching a small silver chain around her neck which her father had given her not long before he had passed. It had her mothers wedding ring on the end of it...and she had managed to keep it through her entire ordeal. She had sold all of her jewelry save this...and touching the simple ruby and diamond encrusted ring was enough to cause Helen to relax just slightly against the seat. She glanced from the corner of her eye to the man sitting next to her...<br><br>Only now wondering why he mocked her by saying <em>home</em>....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 21:20:21</strong>
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				Their destination was barely few footsteps away. Just a couple of moments and they could view somewhat faded balcony of his colossal villa at the back of some tall European birches.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“That’s your new home, Helen.” Amon whispered looking at her as he struggled to understand his craving for Helen. It can’t be love….no way nor his lust. What <br><br>&nbsp;“I wish I knew how you must be feeling after all this misery, the struggle to survive in this world which you shouldn’t call yours because it is not. I wish I could feel your wounds and your sorrows but I just can’t.” Amon smiled and slightly leaned on her. He raised his hand and grabbed the star on her arm…the symbol of her realism, the symbol of her existence and with a slight pull it was in his strong grip.<br><br>Just a fraction of a second and everything changed when he tossed the star out of the car. Helen vanished, like she was never there.<br><br>“Do you know how simple that was? How much of effort I had to put to take you away from them, your people? And why only you…Helen, why only you?” Amon hissed making sure no one else heard him. A word of warning or another prospect for her submission…she must decide. The car stopped with a stun as the driver pulled the breaks in front of the villa. Amon opened the door and claimed off.<br><br>“You should follow me.”&nbsp; Amon whispered to Helen and walked inside. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 23:32:36</strong>
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				She avoided his eyes at all costs. She stared at the floor of the moving vehicle, a part of her wishing it would crumble and take her down with it. There was a sickening, uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach..No one had ever stared at her this intently before. Certainly men had glanced her way before, but never so<em>..boldly.</em> <br><br>Were his words supposed to be comforting? Was there an honest trace of sincerity lingering somewhere upon those strings of words? All Helen could taste was bitterness..A horrid aftertaste, worse than any alcohol or spoiled food...Something malicious was meant in those words. Something that stung worse than the initial intention..<br><br>Not her world..<br><br>The statement had barely settled within her mind when she&nbsp; felt his weight upon her body. She froze..or at least stiffened up more, as she had been quite close to freezing before he ever touched her. In order to reach the Star, he had to reach across her chest. Which he did, without hesitation. His arm pressed against her modest bosom,pressing them against her chest before releasing them...The Star was tossed aside, and Helen's' wide eyes followed it. <br><br>Overcome with disbelief, she looked at him. Her dark eyes reflecting his own icy orbs..What had been accomplished in that split second? He had thrown away her identity...but he had broken a law. One that surely he could slide through if need be, but why? She had done nothing to deserve his 'mercy', so to speak..Was he asking her to keep quiet about her trueself? Or did the Star no longer matter, because she no longer mattered...<br><br>She remained in the car, still staring for a moment after he had walked inside. The gruff coughing of the driver startled her, and she made her way inside, still clutching the shawl around her. She squinted upon entering the door, not used to the false light given off inside. She had been without electricity for little over a month now, and the few neighbors that still could manage to afford it, no longer used it, for fear of it being a beacon to the German soldiers...<br><br>The villa, now that her eyes had adjusted to the light, seemed rather..empty...<br><br>For lack of furniture and occupants...<br><br>Helen was not looking forward to being one of the first to sleep within its walls...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 12:34:07</strong>
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				Man has the right to think what he will, to speak what he will, to write what he will, to draw, paint, carve, etch, mould, and build as he will.<br><br>Amon had broken a law but there was no guilt at all, no reason to fear. Amon was the ruler of that remote realm. Neither his hand shivered nor his heart pounded any faster but few drops did float down his forehead when he felt Helen’s flesh through her dusky cloths. Amon was not craving for a woman, there were too many of her kind to satisfy his lust. Every other night he enjoyed a different girl in his dungeon…somewhere beneath the dark basement. Screams which the patrolling guards often heard were the only allusion of their presence behind those walls. Soon they are bound to hear a new voice, new screams.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“This way…” Amon climbed few wooden stairs leading the way and stopped in front of one of the doors. A new place for her which Amon thought she deserved in his dark monarchy. He grabbed Helen from her waist and tossed her inside the quite small room which was even shrunken with the darkness. Except the doors there were no other means which allowed the sunshine inside. He followed her inside the room and switched on the light bulb. The room blazed but nothing like the silent beauty he was facing. Amon had no reasons to be aggressive, he wasn’t handling a rebel but yet he could not resist the sense of her soft skin, which he enjoyed a while ago.<br><br>“We have a small meeting this evening, some dears, some guests…I wish this to be perfect. I hope you are aware there are no synonyms for perfect!” Amon painted a smile looking down at her. His villa’s warmth was pleasant.&nbsp; At least it was better than working on the camp for day and night. Consuming what barely seemed like food and those disgusting diseases. Even those cruel guards had their fun in crushing whatever was left in their miserable lives.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Am I clear?” Amon hissed and there was hint of annoyance in his voice. Her silence was annoying him, he wished to hear her, wished to see her lips part for him.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 21:00:05</strong>
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				The smell of death did not linger so thickly here as it did outside. There was something else here, something which left a bitter taste within Helen's mouth., but she could not determine what it was from. She had no time to determine it, for he had beckoned her to follow. With no words, she followed, up the slightly creaking stairs and towards a door. On the way up, she had removed the shawl from her shoulder ands folded it, holding it against her modest chest. The villa was quite warm, so her slight tremble was obviously no longer caused by the weather..<br><br>The door was opened, and she was motioned to walk inside. Seeing no light, she was hesitant to comply, but nodded quietly still and ventured into the darkness..She felt pressure upon her waist, and a soft gasp was the first sound to escape her for some time as she was shoved roughly into the room. A small one, almost like a closet really, for she found herself against the wall with little difficulty. Her eyes squinted as the bright light was released, she brought her slender hand to cup over her eyes until they adjusted..<br><br>He was a blur for a moment...<br><br>As soon as he began speaking, he became whole again..<br><br>She placed her shawl down on the simple cot that seemed to have been shoved in the room for storage rather than potential inhabitant's. Her hands then retreated to her sides, nodding as he spoke. She had not expected any rest, that would have been foolish to hope for. When the soldiers were not harassing and slaughtering people in the streets, they were relaxing in their homes with the most expensive, and often stolen, luxuries. The alcohol was not cheap, but the women were certainly so..Helen anticipated the overwhelming smell of perfume and expensive lotions, as if cheap tricks such as that mattered to these wolves...<br><br>They wanted anything they could consume...<br><br>"Do you have a specific menu in mind...Herr Kommandant...." she said softly assuming, as she had seen no one in the kitchen when passing it downstairs, that she would be preparing the meals as well as preparing the villa.Thankfully she was not naive in the kitchen at all, she could only imagine what would happen if she was so unfortunate to not know a thing about cooking.&nbsp; Her eyes kept low near his shoes, not out of respect, but perhaps to avoid looking into his chilling eyes.. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 23:42:46</strong>
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				Amon tried his best to focus at her face but his eyes were slipping down at her slender body, trying to glance at her flesh through her dusky cloths. He gasped in relief, at least she was not looking at him drooling at her like a maniac else she must have figured his lust. He was truly aware of the advances of his carnal desires for Helen but also the consequences. It was wrong, the betrayal to their beliefs. They could have discovered, certainly a sentence no less than the court-martial. What she worth it?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He warned his hands, his body and his mind but yet found himself vulnerable to her vigor which was inviting him all along. There were many other women, so many of them. Amon closed his eyes for a second and tried to divert his thoughts away from her but yet again failed. He sought to feel her tightness wrapped around him, he sought to hear her moans as he forced himself in her depths. The venomous aroma of Helen was breaking him slowly. The more he struggled, the more he found himself trapped in the quicksand.<br><br>Amon desired her so badly, for a moment he did consider to claim her right on that point of time, there were no barriers between them. She was in his realm, at his mercy. She could only surrender; there were no other alternatives for her. She could not run, she could not fight. She wasn’t strong enough and of course she didn’t desired death. There was nothing to stop him and then her lips parted. Those words were her only savior, those few words ended his lunacy but this huddle was only momentary.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“Hmm the menu…Soup…… Linsensuppe….Kartoffelsuppe then something like Schweinehaxe…..actually I don’t know…..” Amon was uncertain about the menu, he didn’t consider it earlier as the food usually was sent from the mess but fortunately he had found a maid today. Now it was her responsibility!&nbsp; <br><br>“I am not sure about the menu…anyways it’s a woman thing, so you decide that…well at least you have that liberty here in my villa…liberty to be a woman again.” The liberty to be a woman! It was only the beginning; she was about to find what that so called liberty brought along for her.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“But before that I wish for a warm bath…I was fucking freezing outside. You know where the washroom is? Its down stairs…I am sure you will find it…….. I am going to change now, prepare for my bath Helen…” Amon walked out from that room without even completing his sentence… he desired distance from Helen but it was already too late. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 02:36:14</strong>
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				She felt his eyes burning into her, as if she was standing nude before him. She could hear the&nbsp; repressed mutters and heavy breathing that he tried so desperately to control. To act in lust after a Jewish skirt was forbidden by Aryan law, though many soldiers couldn't care less. Higher ranking officers could get away with ravishing women, leaving the lower ranks to be made examples of. Amon would receive a slap on the wrist at most...That was if anyone would ever find out. Helen would never speak on it, and no one in Krakow would ever dare try to out the Kommandant...<br><br>She could hear his fingers sprawling, knuckles cracking and teeth gnashing as he tried to subtly combat the demons in his mind. She had known him not a day! Helen never believed herself beautiful enough to cause a man to restrain himself..but she was thankful he was actually restraining..He could overwhelm her if he truly desired, and she would not be able to resist him...What could she say? What could she do? She was practically backed into a corner...the simple cot was pressed against her slender legs..All he needed to do was push her in the right direction, and her small figure would be his to take.<br><br>When he began speaking on the topic of supper that evening, Helen paused in her breathing to look up at him. Beneath heavy lashes she watched his mouth move to list off what he wanted..or thought he wanted. He seemed very indecisive, to which Helen believed herself to cause..<br><br>If she was brave, she would have scoffed at his comment. She was free to be a woman here? Really? Was there no end to the salt he would pour in her wounds via words? Was she supposed to be thankful that she would be allowed to complete domestic chores under his watchful eye? Thankful that her career in the performing arts were now completely shattered? That she would never be able to lace the ribbons on her ballet shoes again, nor grace her fingertips against the keys of piano, or smile while singing to recordings of operas?<br><br>She was thankful to be alive, though she was not living...<br><br>"As you wish, Herr Kommandant..." she said softly, placing her shawl upon the small cot as he walked out. She soon followed, stepping down the creaky stairs into the eerie silence of the villa. The washroom was not difficult to find, and after laying a towel upon the floor, she smoothed her skirt and knelt at the tub side. It was a small room, with a bath and shower built into the white walls. The sink and toilet were close...it was almost like a closet. She figured that the washroom inside his bedroom was not finished..Secretly she was grateful to be as far away from his bed as possible....<br><br>Turning the taps to a pleasingly warm temperature, Helen plugged the drain and began adding bath salts to soften the water and add a pleasing scent to the room. She hummed softly, mostly to ease herself into the knowledge he would soon be naked in the room...Though life had not been so fortunate to her as of late, she prayed he would spare her and allow her to leave while he bathed....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 12:52:10</strong>
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				Amon was the chief of that entire legion of barbaric and outrageous soldiers, who looked at him like a hero and believed in him like an icon. It was certainly his liability to act on those terms which they believed so far. Albeit invisible within those walls but still he was a man of steel, a man of principles. He desired not to let himself and his values down and that too merely because of a woman. He made a decision to leave her alone; he made a decision to walk out like a man.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Amon could not believe how fast his legs moved to get away from her warmth. Those lustful thoughts were about to conquer him. That petrified Jewish girl also merely a stranger; she didn’t take more than an hour to break that beast. Her venomous aroma was running in his veins. Though he fought and tripped away from her presence but yet she followed him. Amon could feel her walking beside him; she was matching every single step to his bedroom. In spite Amon slammed the door and latched it but still she made her way inside slipping through that door which was still vulnerably standing. <br><br>Amon felt her slender hands running over his dry lips feeling his thirst and then slipping down on his rigid body. Helen was everywhere; she was watering the plants, she was looking down from his balcony and she was sleeping on his bed carelessly. <br><br>Amon stood in front of the mirror and took off the cross form him neck then he slowly started taking off his uniform, first his jacket then the shirt, then pants and finally his shorts. He was amazed to perceive the length of his organ. Though he was feeling the stiffness between in legs since he was there with Helen but now he witnessed what exactly Helen had done to him. Amon grabbed his nine inch of immense hard-on and stroked himself. He desired to release his lust for Helen before going down for the bath. His stroked his length tightly but there were no delights except her glimpse every time he closed his eyes but still the climax wasn’t close.<br><br>Finally Amon subdued to her desires. He quitted the thought of releasing and walked to the closet. He pulled out a towel and tied it around his waist. With a final glance at the mirror Amon left his bedroom and walked down the stairs which soon lead him to the washroom. His nine inch hard-on was clearly visible through the white towel which was tightly wrapped around his waist. He pushed the washroom doors and slipped inside as once again her toxic presence surrounded him. There were no second thoughts anymore. He had surrendered to his lust; he could not hear the water running down the taps neither he could smell that pleasant scent in the room. <br><br>Amon could have grabbed Helen and inserted himself in her. It was nothing new, he wasn’t a saint and he often enjoyed girls forcefully. Those days rape was merely a symbol of the male domination, women wished not to discuss it, even though they were the victims but it was better to forget it like a bad dream. Amon could have easily done it once again but rather taking what he desired, Amon groaned her name.<br><br>“Helen…..” Amon skidded and stood exactly behind the tempting beauty while she was lost in her own thoughts.<br><br>“Helen…….” He whispered once again and this time his cold voice must have startled her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 18:11:51</strong>
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				The sound of the water running crisply into the tub was quite soothing. She had not heard the sound of running water for weeks. Having a shower or a bath running even for a moment was too much noise for anyone in the ghetto to be comfortable with..Though it was a soft sound, heard only in the house it was running in at most, it seemed to the shattered Jewish souls more like an immense and violent storm which all the soldiers would hear and then come towards...It was important, if not vital, to remain as quiet and unnoticed as possible. Baths were taken with water pumped from wells, poured in the morning and used by entire families throughout the day. Warmth was a luxury that could not be afforded...so Helen dared to place her hand beneath the blissfull heat for just a moment. A light shade of blush came to her pale face as she imagined the warmth all over her...<br><br>A small smile tugged at her lips before she withdrew her hand and quietly dried it upon the towel she had placed on the counter for him to use. Her optimism was restored for a brief moment as she reminisced on the feeling she had just experienced. She could recall days when recitals were finished or upcoming, that she would stay in the bath for hours soaking and soothing her limbs...If the hot water ran out too quickly, she would leave letters for the landlord to check the boiler...Always signed <em>Thank you! ~Helen Hirsch</em> with a small heart as the point of exclaimation, and one as well to dot her "i". The accompaniment of little hearts always came with her signature...For checks, autographs, informatoin slips for the parents of her pupils at the academy...everything. When inquired about it or told that it was a childish action, Helen would always smile sweetly and respond that she did not wish to chase her inner child away just yet...<br><br>She was uncertain now if any hearts would come with her name...or if her inner child even existed now...If she did, she was scared to come out and face this turmoil...and Helen did not blame her...<br><br>The water was near to its filling point, but Helen remained sitting upon the towel before the tub. She tugged her skirt up quietly, to pull up her stockings and sigh softly when seeing the holes which&nbsp; were appearing in several spots. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his heavy footsteps coming down the stairs...Even without boots on, he walked so heavily. She had been startled enough not to pull her skirt down again, though as she shifted back on her knees, only a small bit of flesh on her thigh was exposed...<br><br>Her hazel eyes glanced around the room nervously as she felt her heart pounding in her throat. She tried to focus on something, anything to prevent her focus upon the man who was coming closer and closer....Her eyes settled on magazines that had been piled up near the toilet, stacked sloppily as if they had been kicked over recently. On the top, the performing arts magazine <em>Encore</em>. Helen rose a brow curiously. <em> Why do I know that issue...</em> she wondered to herself. Helen was not one to subscribe to magazines, but she picked up one occassionaly in the market if the cover struck her...<br><br>But that months issue was very familiar...<br><br>She could not recall why...<br><br>A majority of her academies performances were cancelled now, considering the ratio of Jewish performers now gone..or missing. They were to perform Swan Lake that month, and Helen would have been performing her sixth appearance as <em>prima ballerina</em>...An article by the name of the ballet was in bold letters on the cover, and if she had been wise, she would have tossed that magazine at the bottom of the pile..But his voice startled her, and as she turned her head to find him so close she completely forgot about the magazine and what it might contain...<br><br>She stood up immediately, bowing her head and stepping aside so that he may step into the tub. Her back was against the wall, pressed between the side of the tub and the side of the counters..She was trapped, and her eyes once again had trouble finding something to focus on...His towel was thin..and she dare not stare at what was so obviously there to greet her. She bit her lip gently, leaning over the tub somewhat to turn off the taps. <br><br>"Your bath is ready...Herr Kommandant..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 20:47:23</strong>
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				Amon cursed himself for denying the truth which was so obvious; he could not believe he was so blind that he denied the realism. It was destined, it wasn’t a coincident, everyone has a role to play and so did Helen. She wasn’t a stranger anymore but a source to fulfill his dark desires. She was the missing part of his life which Amon could never figure out. <br><br>The least view of her flesh grew Amon even larger. His length was enormous now; it was certain that the towel must have fallen from his waist any moment; it was not going to hold itself for longer against the tension which was building between his legs. Neither did Amon desire that towel around his waist. He desired Helen to witness what she was going to please sooner or later.&nbsp; <br><br>Amon struggled to believe the intensity between his legs, he could hardly recall if any other girls ever made him feel that way. Mary, Nicole, Catharine….so many names flashed through his head, those bondage games, those threesomes but none could get him as hard as the forsaken Jewish girl just did. <br><br>Maybe she wasn’t a saint herself; maybe she was one of those girls who knew what man like Amon desired and what man like him can offer. With his presence she must have stood back in horror like any other Jewish girl does on the camp, they were scared of Amon, he was a nightmare. Not just those forced labors but everyone on that camp including his own soldiers would respect his presence. But then Helen just leaned? What exactly she was trying to do? <br><br>Did she wish his attention with those seductive moves?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I can see that Helen…thank you!” Amon muttered and walked to the pile of those magazines which had arrived that morning, in the entire region his villa was the only location where those magazines were delivered. Of course he was the favorite of the high command; it was natural that he enjoyed royalties which not many other could enjoy. Amon picked up the topmost magazine and walked back to the bath tub.<br><br>“What are you waiting for Helen…come here and take off this towel. I had asked you to prepare for my bath and not to prepare my bathtub…..come here.” He said without looking at her and concentrating more on the magazine cover. Amon was very much aware she will do exactly what he desired, willingly or unwillingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 02:02:04</strong>
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				When the taps had turned off, she withdrew with her head again bowed to the tiny space between the washtub and the counters. The location neither comforted her, nor made her worry, it simply provided enough distance between them that she was momentarily out of his reach....She could not resist him if he decided to really, but he had been resisting the demons which plagued his thoughts thus far...Whether he was plotting to kill her, or to rape her...Helen could not figure which would be worse...<br><br>Her breath was soft as opposed to his heavy, controlled rhythm. She was no stranger to a mans touch to an extent..For the sake of her late father, she had remained untouched where the Heavens judged. Her righteousness was intact between her soft pale legs, but her lips and fingers had not been shy around a few men...She was no saint. Judaism did not practice sainthood, so the connection mattered not to her...The men she had fooled around with had been in relationships with her for a long while before they had ever touched her. Though one admirer after her first recital as a prima had flattered her so much that, with the assistance of a few glasses of red wine, she allowed him to join her in a bath....<br><br>He had tried to go too far however, and she swore off red wine that night...<br><br>What Amon desired in a sense, was no different from any man. What <em>did</em> set the difference was, that Amon could take it with next to no consequences...<br><br>Her breath paused as he growled to her, and moved to snatch up the magazine which had caught her attention earlier.&nbsp; A hesitant second passed that she had simply stared at his back as he looked over the magazine. Her eyes caught between the few steps it would take to reach him....She inhaled softly, but sharply, almost stopping completely as she gracefully moved behind him. Her shoes made no sound upon the tiled floor..<br><br>To avoid seeing him completely, she stayed behind him and wrapped her arms slowly around his body. She could barely reach the sloppy tie he had made in front, and had to move herself closer against his back than she desired. He smelled of smoke...he smelled of sweat...he smelled of death...<br><br>She unhooked the towel quickly and stepped back, exhaling as she folded the towel and set it upon the counter next to the other..<br><br>If she had desired to know him, she would have inquired if he enjoyed the theatre in regards to the magazine he had chosen to thumb through. If she had desired to open up about herself, she would have told him about her career and her love of ballet...<br><br>Helen had no desire to share anything with him....<br><br>Then her heart froze.<br><br><em>The interview!</em><br><br>A rather daring and dramatic photoshoot had taken place with herself and the other ballerinas of the academy the previous month for <em>Encore</em> magazine..She had been interviewed, had her photos taken, and was told by the rather feminine male who had been taking the pictures that these would certainly bring a larger crowd to the production. Helen swallowed hard and peered at Amon from the corner of her eye before quickly looking down at the towels. <em>He will get bored with it before he even turns to that page....Besides, if he sees it...He would not care. What would he care about my shattered career? Why would he be bothered with my life before now?</em> A thought that would crossed anyones mind in her situation....<br><br>It would ring true, if the man in question would have been of sound mind....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 19:02:12</strong>
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				A gloomy Jewish girl but a girl still. Amon smiled to himself when Helen chooses to walk behind him rather facing his hunger but for Amon that was merely her coyness. She was a woman and like every one of her kind she desired same. Her needs were not much diverse then theirs, then his. Maybe on the contradiction she might hate him but yet she was merely a woman. Amon witnessed that hunger in Helen too, that hunger for flesh; that longing. There were no possibilities of lying to his experience, nil. Amon could read faces; he could read her body language. He was reading her page after page like an open textbook. Yet he was holding himself back but only because he desired so. He wanted to break her like those feral horses he use to leash as a lad, though it’s been years but his skills were still intact.<br><br>Never clash with their aggression, let them run!<br><br>That was the only one thing his father felt was essential to teach Amon and truth to be told that was the entire art of horse-breaking. Amon learned and he learned fast, it didn’t take him much time to realize that women were no different then horses. There is no reason to clash with them either…their aggression is merely momentary. <br><br>Amon could feel her heavy breaths on his naked skin, first on his shoulder then on his back. He teasingly took a step backward while she was struggling to open the tie and then there was no space left between them. His skin felt her once again before she could open the tie but that chafe was delightful than any of those previous encounters.&nbsp; <br><br>Maybe it was just another woman-braking trick of his, a hint and then ignorance. But rather troubling the poor girl any further he wished to slip into the bathtub. The warm water was delightful; the slightest touch of it was fabulous. He leisurely arranged himself in a better position to read the magazine which he had picked up. <br><br>“Helen… you can drag that stool….I wish you to sit here….I might need you!” He looked up at Helen and grinned nodding his head. By now Amon was quite convinced that Helen will only do as told. <br><br>Amon was turning pages quite frequently, he could rarely find anything of his interest, most of the magazine was only a waste of his valuable time, but then suddenly he was astonished when few pictures of some ballet dancers dragged his mind to an article. He often enjoyed ballet but how pathetic that article was? Wasn’t ballet an art? <br><br>The worse surprise was when he figured that one of that faces in the magazine was quite alike Helen. Though Amon somewhat struggled to believe that coincident but the truth was in front of his eyes.<br><br>“Oh! Is that you….looks like you? Of course I am not blind.....it’s you….” He turned the magazine to Helen for a moment but before she could reply or defend herself he pulled it back and started turning the pages again. It really wasn’t his business neither he cared to know her, at least not after witnessing her vulgarity in the name of ballet. <br><br>“Is this is what you enjoy Helen….” Amon whispered looking at the magazine as he turned the pages one after one, it was not quite obvious that he wasn’t reading or even looking at any of those pages, they seemed blank to Amon. He tried to concentrate but still he wasn’t able to see a single thing. <br><br>“Nahh…I don’t mean the dance, the ballet…..that is art, I enjoy that too. I mean this cloths, is this is what you enjoy? ” Still Amon refused to gaze at her; he refused to let his eyes meet hers. Her company was annoying him now. What was it? The disgust for her nerve?&nbsp; <br><br>“Those acts to allure men…tease them. This is not art, is it? What were you trying to prove?..........That is idiotic question to ask…” Amon smiled at himself, still turning the pages, still staring at the magazine. But now he was clear it wasn’t the disgust but he was jealous. He envied all those men who much have enjoyed her, thought merely like a picture but yet the devil owned Amon’s heart now.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“You know what they call girls like you. A slut….yes of course you know it because you are one, aren’t you?” Finally Amon raised his head and their eyes met. Filled with the hatred he tossed the magazine to the dustbin which was merely few steps away from the bathtub.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 02:37:52</strong>
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				Her body had stiffened the moment he had pressed back against her. She felt his sweat against the soft flesh of her cheek and almost gasped aloud. Instead however she withdrew the towel and folded it, quickly moving away from him...She was cautious to make certain he was not looking, before wiping the moisture from her face. Her hand smelled like him now...The lump in her throat grew larger.<br><br>At his command to sit with him while he bathed she completely gave up on trying to give reason to his motives. At first she thought he meant to frighten her...but he had not lifted a hand yet. Then perhaps, she thought he was going to ravish her against her will, but he had not done so and he quite obviously could if he so pleased. Helen could not put a focused point on him...<br><br>But one could never really define madness...<br><br>And sweet Helen had only witnessed a sample of what was to open full force before her eyes.<br><br>She took the small stool that had been tucked behind the door and set it a small distance away from the tub. Smoothing her skirt beneath her, she sat down and placed her hands upon her lap, once again avoiding to look in his direction. The action was not obvious, in fact it seemed as if she was carelessly gazing around, as if he was not in the room. Something that might strike as annoying, to a man like Amon, who desired her focus to be entirely upon him it seemed...<br><br>Her hands had just settled onto her lap when a page caught her eye in the magazine he was thumbing through. It had been the very photoshoot she had felt uneasy about a moment ago, and he had found it. She saw herself briefly as he stared dumbfounded, she was hunched over in a modelesque way in high heels and a short dress. An artistic movement, the photographer called it. The other prima's were around her in similar fashion, but Helen seemed to be the focal point of the photo. She could remember feeling uneasy about the reactions to this article, but all had been positive and it had increased the academies attendance (and male sign up ratings) by a good percentage...<br><br>The first negative comment openly it seemed, would be the worst and most damaging..in more ways than one.<br><br>She rose a brow, parting her lips as she readied to explain herself but the magazine was snatched away. He then began turning the pages more violently, like a jealous lover would. He scoffed, and became defensive as if they were a couple! Helen could not believe his comments, and quite literally stared at him until his icy eyes flashed in her direction and the sound of the magazine clanging in the rubbish bin startled her back into the unbelievable reality she was facing. Her eyes lowered, and her hands crossed over on her lap.<br><br>"It was a simple photo advertisement, Herr Kommandant...Organized by the academy I used to perform for....It does not reflect my knowledge of a mans touch..which I can assure you is innocent..."<br><br>Why she was explaining herself to him, she did not know. It was fire to the envious beast, whose jealousy rose from places she could not understand. Then again, Helen would never think of herself so highly that she would believe she could ever <em>own</em> another person. How could he be jealous over a photo taken a month ago? At a time when she did not know him? She did not know him now! Her hands twisted on her lap, and as desperately as she desired to push the stool back and out of his reach, she found herself frozen and hoping that her words would calm him down...even a slight bit...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 19:01:32</strong>
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				Was that her best defense?<br><br>“What is simple Helen? Those flowers you see there…they are simple, and then those trees outside… they are simple, those clouds, those mountains they are simple. Simplicity has always been of my interest but do you think I enjoyed that simple photo advertisement of your indecency?” As Amon struggled to conquer his ferocity; Helen was merely playing with fire. If only she knew when and what to converse and if only she knew when to keep silent.&nbsp; <br><br>Didn’t she know him already? Didn’t he said that he don't really want someone else's maid? <br><br>Amon was merely looking for a maid but still he wished his personal property, which of course he desired not to share. Not in past neither in present. Amon was always been obsessed with my and only my posture. He was always been sensitive and now when he finally desired a woman so strongly, she only made him feel betrayed. Albeit she was stranger back then and stranger still but Amon certainly wasn’t able to figure out that his lunacy wasn’t the only regulations. There were other acts, other deeds which were beyond his control. Helen was only seeking what any liberated personal must have looked for, money and fame.<br><br>Amon closed his eyes as he tried to control his aggression. It felt like that jealousy which was building in Amon could blow up his heart, his brain. It felt like a few thousands leeches were wedged over him, multiplying every moment and sucking his blood through his skin. Amon decided and slipped entirely in the warm water trying to calm himself down. He opened his eyes in the warm water and stared at Helen, who was silently sitting on the stool, still petrified. He slipped his hand between his legs and grabbed his enormous hard-on.<br><br>The envious was so strong but there was also a strange pleasure which Amon could not understand, maybe it was the satisfaction for having her closer than any of those men who must have observed, must have enjoyed Helen in her photos. But he wished more, more of Helen, more of her body, her mind. Amon pushed himself out of the water as he started struggling for the air. The warm water drops were skating down simulating his skin on his face, his chest and his back but his eyes were adamant at Helen.<br><br>“Come here…I want you inside this tub.” Amon raised his hand for Helen while stroking his hardness with another, of course which was invisible beneath the water. Amon had decided to witness her innocence, which she claimed to be. He desired to feel her rigidity wrapped around his hardness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 00:13:34</strong>
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				One day, she would tell to a man attempting to place logic in the description of Amon Goeth, that <em>The more you see of the Herr Kommandant the more you see there are no set rules you can live by, you cannot say to yourself, "If I follow these rules, I will be safe." </em> <br><br>In a way, she was safest here with him. She was spared of life in the camps, the atrocities of the war that would prey at the dreams of survivors for the rest of their lives. Helen would have her own nightmares, for while she was safe from things outside this villa, it acted like a prison made just for herself....With his cold eyes upon her at all times, she was a personal prisoner, with no where to run and escape was only permitted at his will....<br><br>Logic and reason failed at that moment. All social situations, psychological reference, nothing..nothing made sense. He was furious at her, for appearing in a magazine! Like a deer frozen in the middle of the road, Helen sat on the stool with her hands upon her lap. He could reach out any moment and strangle her if he chose to...But instead, he slipped beneath the water and stared at her with those frozen eyes...his hand lingering elsewhere.<br><br>She blushed immediately, and turned her gaze to the floor.<br><br>When he pushed out of the water and began gasping so furiously, Helen had nearly shrieked and jumped in the air. Though she stood up, she barely moved from the stool, and instead stared down at him with a bewildered expression. He looked for a moment serene, with the water droplets cascading down his body. He was not an ugly man at all, though his mannerisms and personality made him more monstrous to Helen by the second. His glow was fading, and a darkness shrouded him....His hand then turned out for her, and the command he spoke made her blood run cold.<br><br>What could she do?<br><br>What could she possibly say to oppose this?<br><br>The inevitable was coming, and it would come with a ferocious animosity that could destroy her completely if she did not comply somewhat-willingly...Helen was afraid to die, though she was certain he would have his way with her before disposing of her..She could only pray that her father and God would forgive her...and that they both would spare her further pain...<br><br>She was trembling, visibly as she reached her slender hands back to unbutton her dress. The flimsy material dropped to the ground, bringing to view her white chemise and black stockings. She neatly set her dress aside, hoping he would not find her slow pace as hesitance and take it merely as...however else he would prefer it. The silken undergarment was taken off, along with the stockings, but she kept her body sideways so he could not see her completely...A vain attempt, as she was even more vulnerable to him now. Her body was very fit, given her background..She was lean in places many German girls were round, due to their expensive cakes and pastries she had to swear off of to keep her career. A small scar lingered on the side of her left knee, the only visible blemish to her porcelain skin. Her breasts were modest, large enough for him to cup his hand about completely, but not ridiculously oversized. Between her legs she was hairless, as dancers could not risk their curls being shown through the form fitting leotards they wore so frequently...<br><br>Her breathing was so hastened that her breasts slightly bounced with each exhale outward. Blush rose to her face in a shade that make up could never accomplish as her hand softly placed in his, and her delicate foot stepped into the bathtub on the farthest end she could manage...Her thigh brushed against the freezing steel faucet and whimpered...<br><br><em>Make me numb, Oh God....Please...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 13:13:47</strong>
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				His eyes were wandering generously on her luscious skin not willing to spare a solitary inch of her athletic body. For a moment the memories of last night dragged his mind away from her zeal. The other night, the few hours which he spent with a German chubby lass on his bed. She was splendid, certainly aware of every act of pleasing man. The delight of releasing in her belly was massive. In his thoughts Amon was comparing both girls, wondering if this Jewish girl will also have that potency. <br><br>Amon’s eyes were stuck on Helen’s slender body as she was unconditionally submitting to his wish; his eyes were crawling on her mouthful breasts, her slim waist and the scar on her knee. How effortless was it to grab her hairs and pull her inside the tub. Amon was quite patient, he was aware there were no paths, no doors from his villa. She was trapped in a cage now and her wings were certainly fragile to break those hurdles but Amon was soon going to cut them off anyway.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Beware the fury of a patient man.<br><br>Helen wished her time and Amon was loosing his, he was on a certain stage from where all what he desired was Helen. He may have exploded with her slightest touch. He took his hand away from his hardness and rested both of his hands on the bathtub edges. Helen was a certain prey, a certain puppet of his; those imaginary stings were pulling her closer to him. He could relax, carelessly. Though with every second the moment of their meet was sliding closer and Amon was still uncertain; what really he desired from her? Just a casual insert… just a release or does he desired a woman? Some taboo romance with in those walls?<br><br>So many thoughts, so many questions and then that delicate step of Helen broke all the dams. Amon’s heart was pounding faster as his fingers shivered to feel her glimpse. He skidded close to Helen and his hands disappeared in the warm water feeling her both ankles, his hands slowly reappeared skating up her soft slender hairless legs. Amon’s nails were digging in flesh like he had never felt and never touched a woman before. His throat was drying with a strange thirst which Amon never experienced before.<br><br>With a flash Amon twisted towards Helen and placed his lips on that scar on the side of her left knee.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 16:08:57</strong>
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				Helen could feel her heart pounding in her throat, nearly on the verge of failing her in this overwhelming situation. In these few hours, every logical movement she placed in her head of what was inevitably to come, he shattered and veered to a different path. She had watched from the corner of her eye, his hands drop to the sides of the bath. She had expected his patience to be wearing thin, and the moment she would come into reach he would grab her and pull her beneath the water to drown her in some sadistically pleasing fashion..<br><br>She recoiled somewhat against the wall as he slithered up closer to her. She could feel his breath upon her skin, hot and uncertain...What was he hesitating about? He had complete control over her...Her voice would fall on deaf ears outside here if she dare protest his treatment to anyone. No one would listen to her, and no one would care. He, in a sense, owned her soul...<br><br>As his hands wandered up her legs, she could feel small callus in the places where he held his gun...There had been a time in the very beginnings of this war, when she and most everyone believed the soldiers to be invincible. No bullet could stop then, and certainly calluses would not blemish them! The small bumps of coarse skin upon her flesh made Helen tremble, but aware that perhaps...there was a chance he was indeed still human. <br><br>A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt his against her knee...She glanced down, to see where he was kissing. Her scar...As blush arose on her pale face as she struggled with words. "A mans car..hit me off of my bike when I was a small child...He...He said he did not see me, I am fortunate..that is the only scar I carry..." she whispered, uncertain of why she was explaining something like that to him. Perhaps she was trying to buy time, so that his lips would not wander any further...The sound of her voice seemed to have calmed him slightly before, but she would not bet her chances upon it again, especially considering she was not naked and vulnerable completely to his advances then...<br><br>With every touch and glance, he clipped her wings further...When he finally would claim her innocence, he would sever them completely, leaving her stranded...She would not longer be able to fly to the Heavens...No, after he was done with her, Helen could only pray for salvation...Otherwise, she would become so tainted that she would follow him down to Hells fiery steps, and spend eternity with him there.....<br><br>What more could he ever desire?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 04:33:44</strong>
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				Those few words were certainly not enough to bring a halt to Amon’s desires and his efforts to discover that strange thirst. Amon could only hear her muttering but failed to understand a single word she had whispered. That seductive scent of hers had intoxicated him like that morphine which he often used in combat. They called it relief of pain and Helen was nothing less than that drug, she wasn’t just reliving his pain but she was claiming him. Amon was unconscious with her zeal. His hands gently strolled from her ankles to her thighs and then rested on her curvy hips, his large fingers holding her flesh tightly.<br><br>Amon pulled her closer against him and shoved his face between her legs. His lips felt those fragrant folds of her. His tongue roaming all over her covert places, all of those corners, which he often don’t wish to experience. In his world women were suppose to please men but those laws were certainly changing. His hands slipped back ending that discovering of her pale but succulent skin and froze behind her knees. The weakest points to take someone down; with just a gentle pull and a violent splash Helen was in his lap with her legs widen around his waist.<br><br>“Do you love me, Helen?” His question was unreasonable. They were strangers; few hours’ back Amon didn’t even knew if she existed. But now he owned Helen, she was in his lap with her firm body pressed against his hardness. Amon was probing and unstoppable; her submission to the devil was the only hope of staying alive.&nbsp; <br><br>Amon stared at Helen expecting an answer but there was nothing, not even a single whisper. She must have been struggling to understand his insanity and soon she also found out why they always address herr Kommandant as a maniac, especially after Amon grabbed her neck and forced her down in the bathtub. Amon slipped on top of her as he kept her face deep inside the bathtub but pulled her out noticing her violent resistance for air and for her life. <br><br>“Do you love me, Helen?” Amon asked the same question again but this time there was a certain answer. He knew she will speak and only the desired answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 05:10:20</strong>
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				The young Jewish maid was pressed as closely against the tile walls of the bathroom as she possibly could manage, hoping they would give way at any moment and provide her an escape from his wandering hands and uneasy breath.&nbsp; She bit her lip, trying not to make it so plain that she was trembling and flinching with each move he made. As of yet, he had only raised his voice and not a hand to her, but still..she was frightened. As well she should be! Who would not be wary of a man who condemned a girls morality for a simple photo, and then demanded her undressed and in a bath with him not a moment later!<br><br>She gasped slightly louder and closed her eyes, when he forced his face between her thighs. No brighter shade of red could cross her face! It seemed a permanent color there, like a doll with painted blush. Her slender fingers twitched and fought the tiles upon the wall, resisting the conflicting urges to push his head away or closer..His tongue darted around in places and caused reactions Helen never knew possible within herself. Her knees trembled, and she whimpered softly. It was with little difficulty, that her knees were taken out.....and she fell so elegantly, despite the force, onto the Kommandant's waiting lap.<br><br>His throbbing length against her thigh startled her and she moved up on her knees so not to touch it. Her hands were flat against his chest, and her mouth slightly agape, still bewildered at the events taking place. Nothing...<em>Nothing</em> could have prepared her for his question.&nbsp; She would have expected him to admit that <em>he</em> was Jewish, before ever such a question came from his lips! No...he was a Catholic man...It was apparent from the furrowed brows, and crucifixes displayed throughout the villa. A question such as this...Her shock could not be disguised as anything but what it was...<br><br>She stared at him, choking on words that would not form a complete sentence. Nothing spilled from her lips but small inaudible whispers of disbelief. Her breasts bounced with her rising chest, her breath starting to quicken out of nervousness. Her fingers curled somewhat, entwining his dark chest hair as she screamed in her mind to speak, but still nothing came out. Then a flash of fire cooled his icy eyes...and Helen blacked out for an instant.<br><br>A split second really...and she could not figure out how she had gone under the bathwater so quickly. She struggled beneath his grip upon her neck, her small body flailing beneath his weight as she tried to keep the water from pouring into her lungs. When he finally pulled her back up, she coughed uncontrollably and gripped the sides of the tub so to prevent him from easily pushing her back down again...Her hair was completely soaked now, and whether or not the water pouring down her face was merely from the bath alone, or with a mixture of tears, was impossible to separate....<br><br>"Yes...Herr Kommandant..."<br><br>She whispered, breathlessly. It was so apparently a lie...How could he ever expect it to be true? But that was not the point, she told herself...He just wanted to hear it...There was no reason for him to desire for her to <em>mean</em> it...Not even with the most professional acting skills, could Helen ever convincingly say such words to him....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 12:09:03</strong>
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				Her confession didn’t mean anything, neither to Helen nor to Amon but Amon was certainly amused that Helen had agreed to him. Amon shed a small flick of his slender lips which was suppose to reflect his acknowledgement to Helen. Although he was intelligent enough to understand that it takes time for love to ensue but it was his world, his laws and his love. He was enjoying Helen, he was enjoying every moment of her willful submission and her conceal struggle, Amon desired her but his insanity would have not hesitated to keep her head drown in the bathtub until that acceptance or her death.<br><br>His fingers slipped in her soaked hairs, he managed a strong grip and then dragged her face close to him. He was staring at her, his cold stony eyes was not moving away from her face as she coughed and struggled against his muscular body. He certainly enjoyed it; the sadistic beast was having his long waited fun. <br><br>“Let go…..take your hands off.” Amon hissed annoyingly when she gripped the sides of the bathtub. Her resistance wasn’t pleasant to Amon. Was she trying to survive? Was she judging his actions? Amon was the ruler, the god of that force labor camp; Helen had no wrights to doubt his actions. He was like that magician who plays his tricks quite joyfully and unconcerned even though everyone in the crowd is aware that his tricks are fake but yet they applaud at end. Amon was playing god in his realm but Helen wasn’t showing any respect to him.<br><br>Amon pushed her to the end and leaned kissing those shaking lips of hers as his right hand once again disappeared in the water and started vigorously massaging her folds. His legs had spread hers wide apart and his thumb was circling around her clit. He leaned further and his hardness pressed against her sex, now there was no roam for Helen to back off. She was forced against the wall of that bathtub with a strong man laying on her. Amon was soon going to forcefully enter in her sex but then he gave up those thoughts, he desired more fun, more humiliation for her.<br><br>Amon glided two of his fingers inside her as the warm water had lubricated her entrance but yet he could feel her rigidity. Amon was violently stroking his fingers back and forth. His thumb was still chafing against her clitoris. Amon grabbed her hand and guided it to his stiff organ.&nbsp; <br><br>“I hope you know what you suppose to do…” Amon whispered in her ear as his lips explored her neck. Amon desired her touch; her caresses on his hardness. He wished Helen to guide him to her virginity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 17:25:35</strong>
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				Her hands hesitantly released their grip upon the sides of the tub. Her last somewhat barrier between being potentially drowned was now gone..Thoughher grip would not have provided any obstacle really if he desired to kill her, it had simply made Helen a little more secure...Soon she would come to realize that there was nothing she could do to fight off his madness. Nothing would make her safe here.<br><br>She winced as his grip tightened within her hair and she cried out softly as he pulled her closer to him. She closed her eyes tightly, so not to look at him, though she could feel his eyes wandering the entire length of her body. Her soft cries passed her plump lips again as he forced her to the back of the tub. She could not quiet herself, not contain her shock or surprise at what he was doing. Despite her attempts to silence her whimpers and gasps, she could not.. Her trembling body made small ripples in the water surrounding her, she was petrified..like a small wounded animal about to be consumed by a predator who had been relentless in her pursuit of her...<br><br>Her blood ran cold as his lips found hers. She did not return the feverish passion, nor did she move from it for fear of insulting him. Her lips remained still, not pursed in the slightest even to fake affection. She could not force herself to do so. Was a man not arrested a few days ago for kissing a Jewish girls forehead? Was all of this not against the laws that he and his men set forth in the first place? Helen was sick with confusion, and when her eyes did open once more to stare up at him, they were slightly bloodshot from her sorrow at what he was planning..<br><br>She winced slightly, as his long fingers invaded her most intimate places. She was too terrified to feel any pleasure. She turned her head when his lips returned to her neck, and her fingers twitched nervously as he guided them between his legs. She had touched a mans erection before, but always by her choice...It was not usually her hand that they sought pleasure from anyway...so it would not linger there long, only for grip and caressing sake. His words burned in her ear, engulfing her soul in a sinful flame. She was damned if she did, and doomed if she did not...Her eyes squeezed tightly shut once more, and a droplet of water which was most certainly a tear, cascaded gently down her pale face.&nbsp; Slowly, she guided his throbbing shaft closer to where his fingers were ravishing her. She withdrew her hand, but finding no where to put it, placed both down palm first at the bottom of the tub...<br><br>In a moment, her wings would be completely severed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 18:39:23</strong>
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				Those dark pleasurable dreams suddenly became true when she guided his shaft to her opening. Those wild horses often surrendered to his wrath, to the hunger he forced on them and to the leather whip which he never hesitated to use. But certainly Helen was an ease to conquer, she didn't resist at all. Helen's pleasures were of no interest to Amon. She was merely another woman to witness his dark sadistic phase. Her kind disgusted him; it was of course a coincident that she was there when Amon desired a vagina. He could have definitely found another one of those Jewish girls; the one who was lined right to Helen was much prettier.&nbsp; <br><br>Amon withdrew his thick fingers form her virgin grotto and grabbed his hard organ. He gently stoked his massive hard-on for few moments and then chafed it against her wet crack. There were no possibilities to back off from that peak. Amon was so hard he could feel his blood running through his loins. He placed his shaft on her entrance and violently slammed his waist against her. Her lips parted for him and Amon almost groaned in the ecstasy of her rigidity. She was certainly a virgin.<br><br>Amon had no intentions to please Helen; he had no reasons to be gentle. He was grinding her womanhood quite vigorously. His one after another hard strokes were piercing her depths; his enormous length was slipping in her inch by inch while he was staring at her with his cold eyes. His expression wasn’t reflecting any pleasures either.&nbsp; <br><br>Amon grabbed her neck and shoved her face inside the water once again but this time he joined her too. He leaned on top of her with his lips pressed against hers and sucked on her juicy lips, the warm water, her salty tears and her saliva; they all were mixed with each other. Soon he dragged himself out from the water and also pulled the maid along. <br><br>“You should thank me….” He smiled at her as his entire length was buried in her rigid cave. The whole nine inch of his throbbing shaft was hidden in her. Once Amon conquered her virginity his body rhythm changed from violent to very long and slow strokes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 04:35:12</strong>
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				The moment he snatched his pulsing organ from her hand, she with drew and lay limp against the back of the tub. She stared sideways at the wall, breathing heavily, making no sounds of pleasure from the penetration of his anxious fingers between her delicate folds. She felt dizzy, perhaps the combination of the steam rising from the water and the sweat of her nerves was making her feel so. She remained as still and as quiet as she could manage, hoping that he would be more built up than he anticipated, and would release instead now...<br><br>Her fortune did not change for the better. Luck and hope were spiralling downward just as the water losing circling down the drain at the end of the tub. Just as the water, there was very little chance that they would come to surface again...<br><br>In the midst of her misery, a pain unlike anything she had ever felt before surged through her veins like a spark of lightning. Helen had never broken a bone in her life, nor sprained an ankle nor scraped her knee. That scar on her leg was the only physical pain she had truly experienced. Lucky, some might say, but such things did not exist in this villa. For the first time that day, Helen made a sound louder than a soft whisper. Her agonizing cry was not blood curdling or easy to become deaf over. No, it was perhaps the most heart breaking sound any creature had ever made in the history of life. Her back arched forward, her fingers curled against the lining of the bath. The cry was brief, but would not easily escape either of their memories...<br><br>The water between their legs became stained with the crime that had just taken place, though in the mishap one of them had kicked the drain enough for the water to start lowering..so it would not linger there long. Helen closed her eyes as tightly as she could, her lip quivering as tears ran down her face. It was the most excruciating thing she had ever felt in her life. How could anyone enjoy this! To be taken as a virgin in such an animistic and sadistic rape, was enough to make one frightened of intimacy all together!<br><br>Helen cried out, a bit softer, as he grabbed her hair once more and forced her beneath the water. She felt herself struggling for air within his mouth as he forced himself upon her, his lips parting against hers, passing his saliva as well as his breath within her mouth. The pain between her legs was unbearable, she felt as if he was ripping her in half! She thought she was losing consciousness when he grinned that she should give him thanks for such an act. She stared up at him, her eyes watery and shaking. A pained expression on her face which not even the most skilled artist could capture...<br><br><em>Beautiful Jewish Maid, Broken by Her Aryan Captor...</em><br><br>What a bittersweet painting that would be...<br><br>She said nothing to him, her lips still trembling and gasping for breath....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 18:41:52</strong>
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				Albeit Helen was stunned on the animalistic behavior of Amon but he was truly enjoying the helpless girl buried under his strong body. Even with his somber personality he found himself unable to control his moans. Amon had never experienced tightness like hers. Amon groaned as his meaty hard-on was boring into Helen and stretching her pouty lips to burst around the invading thickness of his massive organ. Him body was moving erratically, hammering her slowly like a romantic lover and suddenly picking up pace with violent stokes wishing to tear her apart.<br><br>“You should be thankful to me Helen, I made you a woman today…” Amon whispered in her ear as she was still under him like a dead body. The water was lowering slowly as the devil was claiming a new pet. Amon broadened his knees apart, to put his hips in a better position; he wished to enjoy her virginity to the best extent. Then he started stroking, in and out, forcefully drilling his veined organ in her depths.<br><br>“Thank me Helen… you should thank me with every stroke.” Amon groaned as his lips floated down from her lips and neck to her mouthful breasts. He licked her right nipple and sucked on it for few moments then he repeated same with the other mound of hers. Amon found her soft mounds so delicious that he started biting her nipples and breasts to leave his marks on her body for a good span of time. <br><br>Amon pulled out, withdrawing until only the shaft of his bloated dripping hard-on distended from her cave then he came down hard again and again spearing every inch of his giant organ in her. Amom soon felt the climax building in his loins; he was not away from filling her Jewish belly with his Aryan seeds. But Amon desired delight; he wished to enjoy her more. So he withdrew his massive hard-on from her rigidity and pulled her out from the bathtub. <br><br>“Turn around and bend …” He groaned as he tossed her against the wall and stroked himself. He was making sure to keep himself hard for Helen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 16:47:04</strong>
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				Helen felt as if she weighed less than a feather, yet still she could not struggle. She could feel his pulsing organ ripping her insides, she could feel him with each thrust, making certain that she was molded to his length alone. Her fingers twitched as she struggled on whether to cling to him, so that she could no longer look on with wide eyes as to what was happening, or to lay still and hope he would finish quicker that way. In the end she decided that the less flesh that caressed, the safer she would be...but then he leaned closer and her breathing stopped.<br><br><em>I made you a woman today...</em><br><br>What kind of woman was that? One too meek and too frightened to even be put out of this misery? One whom would rather endure this pain and suffering, than to leave this world with dignity? No chance for the young Jewish girl existed. Her path to Heaven was severed, only to be redeemed by some miraculous means. For now, she was tainted by the sword of the devil...His words poured over her like a poisonous stream...Corrupting every inch of her body, severing her wings and shaping her to face the same fate he would in the after life...<br><br>She cried out as she felt his teeth against her sensitive mounds. It was a foolish comment to make that he was far too rough, for what had she expected from a rape? Her hands twitched against as she fought not to push his head away. She could feel bruises rising to the skin and her back arched slightly from the pulling and sucking...<br><br>The coldness she felt was suddenly shattered in a burst of hellish warmth. He had released inside of her! Helen's lips parted, agape in disbelief. Was he not aware of the consequences that could be had?! As she was thrown out of the tub, his seed still dripping between her thighs, Helen leaned against the wall silently and closed her eyes, trying to recall a recipe for tea that her grandmother <em>swore</em> prevented pregnancy.<br><br>Perhaps she would be safe then...<br><br>Naivety struck again as she opened her eye slightly to peek at him. He had been silent, and she had not felt his large hands upon her..Perhaps he had left? No. He stood with an overwhelming presence, length in hand, preparing himself to ravish her once more. She recoiled and shut her eyes tighter, turning to face the wall, bent over only slightly..She was too frightened to move.<br><br>From this angle, all the muscles toned from years of dancing were quite obvious. No bouncing flesh like most German girls, only upon her breasts where such movement could not be helped. She trembled in the cold household, still soaking wet from being completely submerged in the bath only moments ago. In the forceful motion he had hurled her at the wall, she had managed to bring a floor towel with her beneath her feet...to give her less of a mess to clean up when this was all over.<br><br><em>If</em> it would ever be over....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 18:29:05</strong>
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				“Come on…”<br><br>Amon groaned albeit she followed every word of his. Her submission regardless of being scared certainly evoked his domination. Helen reminded Amon of his supremacy, she recalled him that he was a god and also that she was nothing to respect. She was a toy for his pleasure, a worthless toy.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Amon strolled behind Helen and grasped her black silky hairs in his firm grip, plugging as much of her hairs possible between the gaps of his long fingers. He forced her face against the cold wall, albeit nothing in contrast to the cold Helen faced outside his villa but still she must have surely felt that blizzard through that wall.&nbsp; <br><br>“My love isn’t love for you, is it?.....” <br><br>His words must have seared her. His insane lust for Helen, for a Jewish girl was love for him. Her scared submission was love for him. <br><br>Amon patted his erection against her dripping stiffness and rubbed it up and down slowly, making sure that she enjoyed every moment of her degradation. Her entrance was already greasy with his seeds which were still flowing down on her thighs. With merely a single stroke he shoved his entire length in to her hilt. Amon muttered something in ecstasy and pumped his erection furiously, his waist slamming back and forth into her firm buttocks. His massive length pounded up and down in her rigidity once again, skewering her with the savage violent strokes.&nbsp; <br><br>Amon was driving his Aryan meat deep into her Jewish belly. His hand slipped around in front of her and grabbed her bouncing mounds, subduing their ferocity but his strokes were only getting untamed. One after another, his long violent strokes inside her tight cavern were bringing him close to another climax. Amon moved his both hands around her body and embraced her tight against his chest. His rhythm calmed again, he was about to shoot his seeds in her depths. <br><br>“Akh main got…” Amon whispered in her ear and exploded in her clinging slit. Amom just stood there holding her tight in his arms. The same silence engulfed between them, the silence which Amon witnessed when he first faced Helen. Indeed it was the same silence but a lot changed in those few hours. Helen wasn’t a stranger and Amon could feel a dark obsession hoisting in him. Finally he withdrew...he pulled his length out from her and walked back to the bathtub.<br><br>“Get lost…” He screamed without evening looking at her and stepped inside the bathtub.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 22:39:18</strong>
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				Her tear stained face scraped up the side of the tiled walls. Her shoulders arched forward as he pushed his weight against her, and once more sweet Helen felt like nothing more than a ragdoll. He pushed her bruised limbs in any direction he pleased, forcing himself upon her as if he was an animal mounting a mate. She kept her eyes closed, as tightly as she could manage. Though the lack of sight unfortunately heightened her other senses..<br><br>The feeling of his thick organ, penetrating her with no mercy was more intense and barbaric...<br><br>The smell of his cologne, mixed with sweat and cigarette smoke crawled into her nose, making her nauseous...<br><br>The sound of his grunts and groans of pleasure at her pride's expense echoed like gunfire in her ear...<br><br>The taste of blood from her broken lip was more bitter than before...<br><br>She cried pitifully as he bucked into her depths. Her fingers scratched at the wall, clutching the tiles to gain some sort of grip to steady herself against his violent movements. Her head bumped against the wall several times already, she could barely keep rhythm with his advances..Weighing no doubt less than half his weight, she was so much like a doll in his arms. His hands upon her breasts,&nbsp; rubbing and squeezing them until they felt raw..No tears spilled from her eyes now..<br><br>She had none left to cry...<br><br>Then everything slowed, and Helen held her breath. She felt his length pulse within her and she cried out in her thoughts for God to spare her the misery of his seed reaching her womb. Her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed if it had not been for his tight grip upon her body. His warm, sticky seed once again dripped between her thighs...Their breathing matched for a moment, heavy and slightly raspy in tone...<br><br><em>I am dead...</em><br><br>Helen thought to herself as he slipped out of her and walked away. She stood, trembling, almost twitching as her body caught up to it's vulnerability. All the aching..burning...sickening sensations caught up to her now as he reclined into the bath. The command to leave did barely escaped his lips before the Jewish girl had gathered her clothes and sprinted out the door with only the towel from the floor barely draped around her broken body. Her footsteps, even at a full sprint, made not a sound on the stairs. She shut the door behind her and collapsed in a heap on the floor, sobbing against her clothes. Her body coiled to gag several times, but nothing came forth..She was so starved and dehydrated she could not express her sickness...A pounding headache soon invaded her&nbsp; as she tried to collect herself..<br><br>If she stayed in this room..He would find her..and a bed would be more reasonable&nbsp; place to advance upon her, even if it was a cot...Drying her tears, and pulling her hair up with a small ribbon to dry, she cleaned herself up with the ragged towel and dressed in clothes that had been left for her. A black dress and a white apron in a small size, clinging to her figure nicely. Herr Kommandant had obviously had a set size of maid in mind...Slipping on her stockings and shoes, Helen wearily placed her hands together to pray, hoping that God would spare her further misery in this place...<br><br>Only the creaking of the swinging lightbulb above her head answered...so Helen stood, defeated, and made her way downstairs to the kitchen to prepare for the Herr Kommandant's social gathering for that evening....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 16:46:13</strong>
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				So many mixed feelings were sprinting in his mind. He was astonished; he was pleased and also feeling guilty. He could not believe what just happened between him and a Jewish maid. Was that just a dark dream of his? Maybe it didn’t happen and it was merely his imagination. But of course it was not his imagination nor was it any of his dreams. It happened, indeed, Amon just ravished a Jewish girl regardless of his own beliefs. He could not believe how easily Helen unleashed the animal in him. Like those Disa flowers… that's how beautiful she was, unbelievable. Who could have controlled themselves against her zeal?<br><br>Amon soon had to face few of those highly decorated German officers to discuss the construction of the labor camp and then Schindler, one of those richest men in Germany. He was the guest of honor for that evening’s meal; well of course with that kind of money he owned anyone could be a guest of honor those days. Hitler needed heavy investments in his military operations and businessmen like Schindler could not resist the earnings in return. Amon was not sure why the high command desired him to meet Schindler; he never enjoyed company of those rich Germans. Their cloths, their conversations, their woman…it always irritated Amon. Maybe Schindler wanted to discuss about his workers? Who knew, what he desired…another rich fellow. But Amon was sure, he was about to witness that cheap highclass behavior yet again.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Helen?…Amon had to face Helen too. The helpless toy he used a while back, the toy he ravished. Albeit her existence was of no meaning but now she knew how hypocrite her Kommandant was, his Aryan beliefs were as delicate as those early drew drops on those leaves. All his beliefs were not strong enough to stand against the monterey warmth of her slender body. Amon was shocked how disgraceful she made him look. He shook his head to get ride of those thoughts and right then he smelled something delicious. He soon realized that his new maid was cooking as the source was certainly his kitchen. Such a mouth-watering smell;&nbsp; Amon desired to take a walk till kitchen once he was done with his bath but then he changed his mind. He certainly didn’t desire to face Helen so soon. <br><br>Amon left the bathtub and pulled a towel from the stool which Helen has nicely placed there for him. Those falling water drops were shilling his spine. He dried&nbsp; himself and leisurely walked to his bedroom. Amon crossed the kitchen on his way and once again he felt her irresistible zeal around him but he was pleased this time to ignore her. He climbed the stairs and slipped inside his bedroom. He pulled out a clean uniform from the closet to wear and soon he was standing in front of the mirror trying to hook the Nazi clip on his chest. <br><br>“Fuckk…” Amon always struggled with those clips. He almost screamed her name to help him but something stopped him. He once again struggled but somehow managed to put on his Nazi clip. <br><br>Amon climbed down the stairs again and made his way to the dinning room. Five guests were supposed to join him soon for dinner. He was sure there will be no problems.&nbsp; Helen certainly took good care of him in the bath, she knew how to please, and she was responsible enough to be trusted with the arrangements.<br><br>Amon took his favorite seat on the dinning table, his back was facing the wall, and he could see all of those guests from that spot. He patiently waited for them... Schindler, those other officers...and Helen.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 23:22:40</strong>
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				Helen had found the kitchen surprisingly well stocked though she had needed to write a list of items for the young stable hand, Lishak, to bring back for the market which was not far in walking distance from the camp. The money would have been from her own pocket, but the stable boy had mentioned the Kommandant's food budget which was well known in Krakow's market..He would be billed later, if ever at all. <br><br>She had decided to cook a very German meal, one she had made for parents on their wedding anniversary the year before their passing. It had been a large occasion, and the Kommandant had not been specific on how many guests were invited, so the meal was planned for many, but with leftovers in mind...Beef Saurbrauten, garlic mashed potatoes, lentil soup, veal rounds with sliced vegetables, dumplings, almond crescents and a sweet soup which would perhaps help the Kommandant's cold..<br><br>She did not include the last dish out of sympathy, but for her own sake of not catching whatever he had contracted...<br><br>Keeping busy in the kitchen allowed Helen time to calm herself, though her heart still beat as if he was standing right behind her. Occasionally, a tear would slip from the silent Jewish girl's eyes, but she&nbsp; would dab it away on her apron and return to the task at hand. Her thoughts were a blur of the days events, and the bruises upon her breasts and thighs ached as she heard the water draining from the tub upstairs. Her grip upon the knife tightened as she thinned the carrots upon the cutting board, her movements slowed and she dropped the knife, placing her hands against her face.<br><br><em>What are you going to do Helen, stab him? Oh yes what a wonderful solution!</em><br><br>A small sob shook her fragile body, and as she dabbed away the returning tears, Lishak hesitantly tapped her shoulder. Helen's eyes grew wide, that softness could not be the Kommandant's...She turned, slowly, but sighed in relief and smiled to him. "Oh..thank you..put the bags on the counter..." she motioned to the only countertop free of plates and food. The villa was slowly filling with a most mouth-watering smell, and while the dishes which needed to be kept warm rested in the oven, Helen had asked a very willing Lishak to help her set the table and place out a dinner salad that the guests could start with, along with the almond crescents and fresh rolls that Lishak had bought from the bakery. Once everything was dusted, arranged and set, the two Jewish servants went back into the kitchen.<br><br>Helen thanked the boy, and allowed him to take a few rolls for himself before returning to his chores. He had left with perfect timing, as heavy footsteps from the stairs provided a dark interlude to an inevitable presence. Biting her lip softly, Helen began separating the other items she had requested from the market, baking goods to make a black forest cake. Lishak had whispered to her that the guest of honor was very fond of chocolate cakes, and if the meal pleased that man, then the Kommandant would no doubt be in a good mood after the dinner. <br><br>A sharp buzz of the doorbell interrupted Helen's train of thought. She sighed softly and smoothed her skirt, making her way to the villa's front door. The halls were very large, almost teasing in it's construction as it eluded to the amount of space..No matter how large, a prison was still a prison...She slowly stepped aside, and four men in polished and tailor fit uniforms passed her without a word, one shoving a hat into her arms. These men, almost as chilling as the Kommandant himself, she would come to know as SS Officers Julian Scerner and Leo John,&nbsp; and two industrialists called Bosch and Madritsch. She curtsied hesitantly, hanging the hat upon the coat rack as they smirked and muttered something about Amon's taste in women to one another.<br><br>They were like wolves..and Helen could barely breathe a "Please follow me" as she passed them, heading towards the dining room. For a brief instant as she opened the doors to the dining room, did she look at the Kommandant, before the men behind her walked in to give their respects. Helen stood frozen at the door, waiting to be dismissed...The men whom had passed her smelled as much of death as the Kommandant..She wondered if the tardy, guest of honor would as well...Perhaps the delicious scent of her supper would be overwhelmed by the choking smell of death and power..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 11:51:21</strong>
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				Amon was relaxing with his back against the chair when he heard the doorbells.&nbsp; His prevailing nature believed no reasons to leave his chair and greet those guests rather he just gazed the door with his stony chilling eyes. Amon heard slight gossips leading to dining room and then the door opened with a dim blare. His eyes focused not on those guests but only Helen. She was looking down at the floor, ignoring him, ignoring them. He could have stared at Helen for perpetuity but his awareness was dragged away from her when one of those guests greeted him. Amon chuckled and greeted back with a polite grin.<br><br>Those guests pulled their chairs and the conversations began; unlike Amon it made no difference to them, they didn’t care which chair they were sitting at, they didn’t care about those minor details which usually makes Amon shake in anger. They were too mature to act like Amon or just didn’t own that madness of his. <br><br>Amon smiled in relief as the rich boy could not make it to the dinner, maybe some other day.&nbsp; The dinner was set on the table and one of those officers started discussions about the benefits of moving some factories to Brashov with Bosch and Madwich. It could generate great revenue for all of them, the contraction was about to finish in another week or so. Manpower had no limitations, all the resource were available close by.&nbsp; Amon was trying to concentrate on the conversation when suddenly Schindler the rich boy walked in as well.<br><br>“Jesus….” Amon cursed mutely. <br><br>Amon wasn’t pleased with his attitude with his first impression itself. Amon wore the uniform, for him discipline was most vital to draw characters and Schindler simply lacked it. Schindler’s attitude was nothing better than what Amon had expected. His little jokes were only irritating Amon but somehow he managed to ignore him, he desired no arguments as high command was closely monitoring this meeting. It seemed like Schindler wasn’t concern about the importance of that meeting at all; he was merely there for a feast. <br><br>Amon tried to be gracious to Schindler; he mostly shed a polite grin every time they faced each other regardless of his personal feelings for Schindler, but there is a bottom line one shall respect.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Schindler was often distracting them with his tales and complements about the food. Not sure why but Amon was not enjoying his comments about the food, yes… it was delicious, everyone enjoyed it. But only Schindler was someway making him feel insecure. And soon Schindler crossed the bottom line as well when he inquired about the chef.<br><br><em>“It’s none of your fucking business…” </em> Those were the exact words Amon was about to scream but Schindler just turned behind before Amon’s wrath could unleash. He smiled politely at Helen staring&nbsp; from her shoes to her face. <br><br>“So you made this delicious food? If you wish you can come and work for me…I can certainly pay more than herr Kommandant …” Schindler laughed on his another joke unaware about Amon’s insanity. Schindler was untouchable, there was nothing Amon could have done except silently ignoring that insult. <br><br>But Helen?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 22:30:31</strong>
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				Helen had served the soup and bread quietly, and only for lack of knowing the other guests, took her spot behind the Kommandant's chair.&nbsp; She listened to the refined slurps and groans which only one skilled in culinary perfection could note. The quiet appreciation of food, most noted by their lengthy pauses between words.&nbsp; None of them however would compliment her, and Helen had not expected them to.<br><br>The bell rang once again, and after a small curtsy, she escaped down the hall and allowed her breath to maintain a normal pace once more. When arriving at the front door she smoothed her skirt again, anticipating another slick haired soldier who had finished off a cigarette before she had answered the door. Instead, whom she found,&nbsp; caused a small shock that she could not have hidden even if she had been trained as a fine actress! The man before her wore a well tailored suit, a charming smile, and smelled of wine and fresh air...<br><br><em>He must be at the wrong house...</em><br><br>Helen gave a gentle uncertain smile as she guided the man to the dining room, and as she offered the open seat, she caught a flash of animosity lingering in the Kommandant's eyes. Not wishing to cause a potential scene, which she knew now the man was capable of, Helen left to bring in the next course before returning to her spot behind his chair.&nbsp; She could feel the tension rising off of the Kommandant, and from the way the others (save for the new guest) reacted, they could feel it as well while they averted their gazes. <br><br>Despite the fury it would create as a reaction, Helen could not help but to blush and slightly smile at the compliments the man showered her with.&nbsp; As he inquired a job, she felt her heart leap..but shattered immediately with one glance from the Kommandant. He would kill her before she could leave. She had known him for less than a day, but that she was certain of. With a small smile, she cleared the plates and returned from the kitchen with the rich chocolate cake and a bottle of wine..<br><br>She poured delicately for everyone, her breath held for each man, save for the one called Schindler...<br><br>He smelled of life...and Helen could not help but to relax in his presence..<br><br>As if he was a savior of some sort, from the hell she had been cast into...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 11:24:19</strong>
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				In merely few hours his lust for Helen grew to an obsession and then to an undeniable panic. Amon could feel the heat around his neck and ears when those guests enjoyed the dinner and shed some compliments to the poor girl. He was rapidly tapping his right foot wedged in the military boot. Those cold eyes were fixed at Schindler and often anxiously peeking at Helen to witness if she was looking at Schindler too. <br><br>“We are not here to discuss about the food…” Finally the beast replied to Schindler’s comments in a low but sharp tone. Except Schindler everyone else knew that Amon was annoyed; they knew him quite well. The discussions yet again began and went on through out the dinner but Amon could rarely manage a smile at the rich boy. It was certain Amon wasn’t enjoying his company but worse was his interest in Helen. <br><br>After the dinner they all enjoyed the chocolate cake which Helen brought with the wine. Their debates were casual while proceeding to the wind up, they were discussing about weather, movies and their military operations in Africa and Russia. Soon the large wall clock on the right of the massive dinning room rang for nine and his guests desired a farewell.<br><br>Amon escorted them to the door; he wished goodbyes to his guests, first those businessmen and then his officers, finally it was schindler’s turn. Amon graciously smiled at him and shook his hand escorting him to the door with a relief. Amon was glad that finally he was getting rid off the rich boy.&nbsp; <br><br>“Wait a minute…I forgot to thank your maid for the dinner.” Schindler chuckled and walked inside again. <br><br>Amon must have slammed the door on Schindler’s face but only if he knew…<br><br>“Thank you for the delicious dinner…” Schindler gently walked to Helen and soon Amon learned why people called him a ladies man especially when Schindler held her face between his large hands and pressed his lips against hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 17:45:55</strong>
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				Helen stood quietly behind the Kommandant, being very careful not to watch Schindler for too long for fear of it being twisted into something else in the eyes of the watchful wolf close by. She smiled politely to the compliments bestowed, but nothing more. The Kommandant could not fault her for being polite to his guests...could he? <br><br>As the decorated men enjoyed their wine and sweets, Helen cleared the table and stored away the food which was leftover, hiding several pieces behind a loose board she had discovered on accident. An accident which may help sustain her, in case the Kommandant was keen on locking the cupboards and fridge at night.&nbsp; Something she would not put beyond his madness.. Before covering the board in the floor, she took out a bit more food for Lishak and made note to herself to disclose the hiding place to him.<br><br>She busied herself in the kitchen, keeping as far away for as long as possible from the guest and their host. When the clock tolled nine however, she wiped her weary hands upon her apron and stood by the door in the hallway to return the jacket and hat which had been thrust at her earlier. Her blood froze as they approached.She could feel the heat rising from the Kommandant's body, and stepped slightly back against the wall as if she feared it would burn her..As each guest departed, she cast her eyes downward and bent her knees with a small curtsy. She said nothing, her lips trembled only out of discomfort..<br><br>An intimate pressure however, caused her lips to tremble for another reason. Her eyes went wide, as the man named Schindler embraced her to bestow such affection. Her knees buckled slightly, and though the act only lasted for a few seconds, she still tasted the wine upon her lips as he stepped back. Her entire body was frozen, as if she had been shot. She dare not cast her gaze to the Kommandant, but instead once the feeling returned in her legs, she curtsied and rushed towards the kitchen. Shutting the door behind herself, Helen nearly collapsed against the wall. Her hand upon her breast, feeling her heart pounding. Her lips drew inward, to savor the taste of his wine..his kindness...<br><br><em>Oh God..if I could remember this forever...Let it soothe me in the fury to come..</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 11:57:04</strong>
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				It was such an amusing ache to witness how that meaningless brief kiss brought Helen to a reticent and willful submission. That shivers sprinting throughout her slender body and her blushing withdrawal from herr Kommandant’s attendance; they were like a slap on his face. Helen was screaming in his thoughts, she was denying Amon. It seemed like he was stripped naked in front of an enormous mob and they all witnessed his pitiable collapse. <br><br>Amon was aware that Helen will never shiver to his touch, she will ever blush for him. His madness forced his right hand to his revolver. He was going to shot her, maybe both of them. <br><br>“She is shy…I envy you for having a maid like her.” Schindler turned around with a charming smile and forced Amon to pull his hand back from the gun. Schindler then walked out with one of those firm gentleman handshakes while Amon gazed at his car until it disappeared in the fog leaving him and his jealousy behind. Amon was feeling so feeble against Schindler; his jealousy was simply the fear of his invisibility. Amon certainly had no value; his women were merely mistakes or luck. <br><br>Amon could have chased her, he could have beaten and raped her again but he silently climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He didn’t wish to face Helen, that bitch just betrayed him. He took off his uniform and slipped in a white robe. His mind was far from easy but he still preferred to fall on his bed and tried to seek some peace. He tried to calm himself…a Jewish girl was not so important, there were so many like her.<br><br><em>She is leaving me…..</em><br><br>It was all what Amon could think when a slight blare woke him up. His villa was the safest place, there were guards patrolling the gates, there were dogs and alarms, she could have not run but Amon was too absurd to realize that. He peeked at the wall clock in front of his bed, it was almost 1 AM. He jumped off the bed and ran downstairs, so anxiously that he didn’t even care to switch on the lights. <br><br>“Helen…..” Despite of the darkness he somehow reached to her room and started knocking the door like a maniac.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 16:40:33</strong>
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				Helen shrank against the kitchen wall, closing her eyes tightly as she heard the Kommandant's rageful footsteps echoing down the hall. Each step was like a gunshot into her heart..Why on earth did she feel guilty about a kiss she did not instigate? Perhaps it was the look in the Kommandant's eyes..Those icy eyes melted, as if he had been truly hurt, and not just infuriated by the act..<br><br><em>How could he feel this way about me! How can he make me feel this way?</em><br><br>Breath did not escape from her lips until she heard his retreat upstairs, and for a long while she stared at the ceiling, wondering where he had gone so early in the night. Biting her lip softly, she removed the floor board to set a small plate of food for herself and for Lishak, whom she called in once a fair amount of time deemed it safe that the Herr Kommandant was not coming down. They spoke very little, Lishak resting at the table as she set away dishes. The silence of the house was both soothing and unnerving, especially towards Helen..<br><br>Around midnight, she graced the stairs to her room, turning on that simple unshaded light above her to change into only her white chemise which barely covered her slender body at all. She slipped her shoulder length curls from its ribbon, and after flicking off the light, she nestled into the cot in the corner of the room. She dreamt of nothing, which surprised her because of the days events...But before any lingerings of her imagination could truly spark, she heard her name and the wild banging upon her door.<br><br>She sat upright, her eyes wide in the darkness which only was pierced briefly by the passing patrol light every few moments. She quickly moved to the door, opening it to catch his fists within her own hands, softly and gently she held them as she looked up into his eyes in the darkness.<br><br>"Can you not sleep, Herr Kommandant...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 18:37:15</strong>
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				His heavy fist might have knocked her down but he managed to pull it back. She sure deserved it, she enjoyed another man. That kiss was certainly not vital but her response to that kiss was. He pushed her aside and stormed inside that dark small room with his cold eyes gazing all around. Amon was so anxious that he couldn’t even notice her whispers. <br><br>He shed a smile to himself when he realized how dull he was acting. He cursed his insanity, Helen was not leaving, and she couldn’t!&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“You are not…. ready yet?” Amon turned around and his cold eyes froze on Helen, she must have noticed a spark in those cold eyes, a spark of rage. Schindler just didn’t leave Amon and his jealousy behind but he left a helpless girl too. <br><br>“You should be leaving…he wants you…” He strolled close to Helen and pushed her against the wall. Albeit she was not leaving, she didn’t desire to but in his world she was still guilty. He fenced her resting his fists against the wall on both sides of her chest. <br><br>“What is wrong with you people? I mean your kind, your race…you have no morals; you have no loyalty, no honor. I am sure that you wish to leave…don’t you?” The reality didn’t matter to Amon, he was unconcerned. He knew she will leave him with the first chance she will get but he ignored that reality, it meant nothing to him. <br><br>“Helen…I am asking you a question.” Amon whispered desiring her to break that silence. Her zeal was hauling him closer to her luscious lips. Albeit he desired to be strong, he desired to teach her a lesson but he was slowly leaning on her; he could feel her breaths on his face.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 19:03:38</strong>
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				Being woken from sleep did not help her maintain balance as she was pushed roughly into the wall. She watched him, blinking slowly as he paced the room like a tiger, taunting its prey. She could hear his snarls, his look of bewilderment that she was still there. Had he expected her to run? Surely she would leave providing the opportunity..but he would have shot her immediately had she made any move towards the front door after Schindler! The gates towards Heaven's freedom and light locked tightly after the mans departure, swallowing innocent Helen back into the gloomy hell she was doomed to remain in..<br><br>She flinched slightly as he fenced her against the wall, her hands laying flat at her sides as she stared at his chest. She avoided the madness in his eyes, that rageful spark which made her body ache in its remembrance of what such a look had brought her the last time..<br><br>His speech made no sense. His questions came from the most random of theories brought up in whatever world he was living in. Whatever insane laws governed this villa, this land that belonged completely to him. Helen shrunk against the wall, beneath his weight which he seemed to be trying to stop from touching her. Slowly, her eyes met his in the darkness. For a moment, her face was illuminated by the search light passing the windows from afar.<br><br>"I am not leaving you..for Oskar Schindler..I will not leave you, Herr Kommandant..." She whispered, hoping the statement would assure his inner torments..His dependancy upon her was unnerving, and Helen was uncertain of whether denying him this or giving into his desires was worse..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 21:28:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amon didn’t even allow her to finish the sentence and pressed his lips against hers but he was nothing like before. He was not the same animal which Helen witnessed in the bathtub that evening. His lips were seeking her advances; his tongue ran over her lips appealing her to part them. His hands slipped down from the wall to her waist and not on her breasts or her hips, he was still demanding but certainly not forcing her.<br><br>Amon slipped his hands under her slender body and gently picked her up. Amon felt her softness before as well but that was way different than this. He kicked the door and skidded out walking to his bedroom. He didn’t ask her if she desired it as well but neither did he care. He wanted to prove that he was better than Schindler, he desired a fight for Helen.&nbsp; <br><br>“My kitchen is not all you should worry about…” He smiled at her climbing those stairs which was soon going to lead Helen to that stage, from where she just had to demonstrate her skills. She could have been the queen of his dark realm but only if she knew how to tame that feral animal. <br><br>Amon gently dropped Helen on his huge spongy bed. He slowly took off his robe while his eyes were frozen on her the whole time. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned on Helen for a kiss but he didn’t press his lips on hers this time rather he waited few inches away, he desired Helen to reach for that kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 17:26:07</strong>
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				She felt his shadow envelop her small form as he fenced her against the wall. Her hands moved up to his chest, laying flat in weak defiance as he brought himself closer to her. Her dark eyes shimmered with confusion, having expected to be tossed to the ground or at least be screamed at by now. He was gentle, and she was unsure of what to make of that. As he kissed her so tenderly, she recalled flash backs of his assault on her poor figure in the bathroom. His groans and animalistic grunts filled her mind, she ached between her thighs upon the reminder of her lost virginity. Her lips parted to his tongue, but not of desire to be kissed, but of a gasp which softly escaped.<br><br>Her body trembled as she was picked up so easily, and made no struggle to prevent it. Her eyes cast downward, avoiding his smile which made her more wary than his jealous stares at supper. She kept very still in his arms, and moved not an inch when she was placed upon his bed. She looked around in the darkness, trying to make out the shapes in the room. A rifle placed by the window..<em>Perhaps he is going to kill me...</em> Her eyes met his in the dim light, and followed him as he sat besides her. She could feel his breath upon her face, and did indeed meet his lips for that kiss he craved, before she returned to being very still.<br><br>She was bewhildered, by his change in attitude...Had he not just insulted her entire race a moment ago? And now he was serenading her like new lovers on their wedding night? Helen glanced downward at her hands upon her lap, her confusion overwhelming her as she attempted to make sense of the Herr Kommandant...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 09:02:19</strong>
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				Amon had disappeared; he wants the same beast Helen witness a while back when he ravished her virginity in the bath tub. He was different now, his tone was calm like a poet, and his touches were gentle like a romantic lover. Amon didn’t desire flesh anymore but he desired a lot more from Helen now. He desired her affection and her will to please him. His hand slipped between her legs when she raised her head to meet his lips, he could feel her moans in his mouth while he played with her clit. She looked pretty now, she wasn’t a pale Jewish girl, she was more…a beautiful woman!&nbsp; <br><br>Amon slipped on top of her spreading his legs around her waist and gently started undoing her blouse buttons, he pulled her up to him and got ride of her blouse reviling her firm round breasts with her little nipples standing at attention. With those gorgeous round breaths she seemed no less then Aphrodite! Amon licked his lower lip, his mouth was watering but he desired to be gentle, his hands dropped down and pulled her skirt up to her waist. He raised himself up sitting on top of her, his massive length floating down on her stomach. He rubbed his hard-on against her skin and leaned back resting his hands on her breasts, gently caressing them for a while then slipped down on rest of her body, exploring her beautiful curves. He stroked her lower lip with his thumb and parted her lips pushing his thumb in her mouth, while his other hand slipped back to her sex continuing flicking her slit. Amon felt her sex squishes wetly under his hand he could feel her swollen lips rolling and sliding in the slick fluids flowing from her tight entrance.&nbsp; <br><br>“Helen…you belong to me….”A smile ran across his lips when he felt her shiver to his touch. That was all what Amon desired to witness. Albeit she was still silent but her needs seemed to radiate from her churning sex. Amon allowed his fingers to dig into her slit forcing all the way inside her tightness, he wished Helen to meet his thrusts, and he wished her to move her waist. He leaned on her breasts again while his thumb was rubbing insistently across the throbbing little knot of her clit and started to suck one of her taut nipples into his mouth, often switching between her nipples. His hunger came to life with his gentle bites on her breasts. <br><br>“Release for me…” Amon whispered and slipped between her legs resting his hands on the smooth cheeks of her hips and licked softly on her tan inner thighs. His tongue ran on the hollow of her inner thigh where it merges into her lower belly and he soon tasted the sweet juices dripping from her blushing lips.&nbsp; He gently sucked and nibbled on her swollen lips, the taste and smell of her wetness was growing him as well, he could feel the tension between his legs, it was massive. Amon gently pulled her lips apart spreading her sweet pussy open.&nbsp; He kissed her clit, flicking it with his tongue while her wetness poured on his lips like nectar.&nbsp; His tongue rimed her needy tightness and toyed with the delicate inner lips of her sex. Her wet sex and swollen clit was begging for his attention. He ran his tongue around it deliberately teasing her.<br><br>“Release for me Helen…” Amon groaned and forced his lips back on her sex. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 04:51:32</strong>
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				Helen remained as still as a mouse, cornered by a starving cat. She could not separate the gentle man before her from the demanding beast who had stolen her innocence in the room directly beneath them. With each soft caress and subtle grin&nbsp; from the Kommandant, she found herself more bewildered and frightened. It was silly to say she had never met a man such as he before. Of course she hadn't! What would a man like him ever do at a ballet, or any of the other places she lingered? No, it was by circumstance of this war alone that she had crossed his path. A most unfortunate condition which would inevitably lead, as far as she was concerned, to her death.<br><br>His madness clearly knew no extremities. <br><br>She blushed in the darkness as his thumb pressed and pulled at the delicate, sensitive nub above her intimate lips. Her body kept very still as he moved to undo the buttons of her blouse. She did not see herself as beautiful, nor did she understand the craving in his eyes as he pulled her towards him. Understanding, she decided, was a waste of time and effort when concerning the Herr Kommandant. She was victim to his madness, despite the reasoning behind it. <br><br>Her lean body was pulled against him effortlessly, as if bringing a pillow close or a doll, and once again pushed against the soft pillows of his bed when he moved to her skirt. The room smelled of scotch and smoke, and the pillow she laid upon hinted of a lilac perfume which she assumed to belong to Amon’s last potentially consensual victim. She trembled, but not at the thought of laying in another woman’s spot, but as the weight of the Herr Kommandant had startled her and the feel of his throbbing length upon her stomach made her uneasy. He seemed very pleased, as his hands explored her body with more intimacy than panic as they had in the bathroom. He had seemed so desperate to claim her, as if the devil possessed him with urgency…but now he took his time, as he attempted to make his horns curve to become a halo…<br><br>You belong to me Helen…<br><br>Her heart fluttered with an unsettling anxiety as she looked into his eyes. She could not deny her bodies reaction to his touch which seemed to be further enticing him. Mind over matter was not the case when one was scared to death that the slightest notion of disobedience would earn them a one time meeting with the barrel of a gun. She had to appease him, and at least make him think she was enjoying this despite how frightened she was…<br><br>Pale and trembling beneath his large hands, Helen parted her legs as his fingers penetrated her intimate folds. She whimpered softly, allowing a moan to escape her lips as his mouth claimed her soft breasts. She lifted her hips to obey what he was expecting from her, but as he ventured down to lap at her wet and dripping sex, her shyness and fear overwhelmed her and she looked aside into the darkness of his room. Her long fingers gripped the sheets of his bed, as she softly moaned, fluttering her eyelashes in response to the teasing pleasure of his tongue. <br><br>His demands of release were whispered, but so laced with power that it felt as if he were beckoning into her ear instead of between her legs. Sweet and delicate Helen glanced down to the Herr Kommandant, beautiful in her sorrow, and cast her gaze once again aside as she felt the juices of her sex drip against his cunning tongue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 19:10:39</strong>
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				Her submission to his lust was not love… <br><br>Nor was Amon so dim to understand it but he had no other means to fight for her.&nbsp; Amon was never one of those men who cared pleasing women, he never learned those skills, he never had to… especially when he could take everything he desired by force. None could stop him or maybe there were no woman worth pleasing, maybe Helen was just the one for him. But now the only important thing for Amon was to keep her. Win her. <br><br>Amon was well aware that the scared submissions lasted no longer than those orgasms they brought him to.<br><br>“I will not hurt you. Never….” Amon managed a smile on his lips as he climbed up on her with lips soaked in her love juice. Sweet love juice… a sign that she enjoyed him as well. He passionately pressed his lips on hers, forcing her taste herself from his lips. His hands ran over her slender body and rested on her firm breasts. “Believe me…you are precious…I can’t hurt you.” Amon grabber her wrist in his hand dragging it to is shaft. He desired Helen to hold him, guide him to her sex. <br><br>“You are so pretty…you should be with me…” She seemed petrified but still she could notice his jealousy. He wasn't acting at all like the Amon who claimed her and ordered a murder the same morning. Jealousy which usually turn men into savages did exactly opposite to Amon. He was a lover now, a jealous lover. “Not with Schindler…” Amon leaned on her licking both of her puffy nipples one after another. He gently moved his waist forcing his throbbing hard-on in her sex. “I will keep you like my doll…just mine.” He looked up and grinned at her, then went back kissing and licking her breasts while his massive length slowly pierced her tightness.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 06:08:13</strong>
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				To taste herself through his lips, caused the young Jewish maid to blush immensely. His breath, hot and heavy with jealous fervor spilled like poison onto her skin. Deerlike under the lights of his icy eyes, Helen stared at him in quiet disbelief as he promised to never hurt her. Was this not the man who had ravished her not hours ago in his bathroom? Whom had spilled his seed in her without a care after savagely claiming her virginity and therefore her life in one painful thrust of that eager organ which raised at her menacingly now in the darkness. She was precious to him? Surely, Helen convinced herself, that she would not want to know how he treated those he despised...<br><br>A soft gasp escaped her broken lips as he pulled her wrist forward, the tips of her fingers caressing that veiny organ which throbbed at the slightest contact with her skin. She withdrew her hand shyly, as he had found interest now with her breasts rather than the&nbsp; delicate folds of her sex which still ached from the mornings assault. His jealousy was both bewildering and unsettling to her. Like a lovetorn Romeo, his attempts to woo her now were completely vanished of maliciousness. Nothing but sweet doting praise left his lips now that seemed just as fatal, if not more so now, than before. Helen laid back upon his bed, keeping still but moving enough to make her supple figure still pleasing..<br><br>The last thing she wanted was to displease him, but enticing him seemed rather close in its danger..<br><br>"Yes Herr Kommandant...Only yours...Not Schindlers..."she whispered in hopes of reassuring him so that he would not force himself atop of her again. She feared the painful bliss which had caused her legs to tremble uncontrollably that day. Her heart fluttered with anxiety and curiosity as she watched him kiss and lick upon her breasts as if they were the sweetest things he had ever tasted. She drew her lips inward, holding her breath slightly as he shifted his hips between her legs, and cried out like a small kitten as he once again pierced her tightness..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Seraphic Sin (Lord Raven x China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>26-10-2008, 06:46:17</strong>
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				Like the morning animal that disappeared by the dawn even the evening lover was about to vanish. Helen was a prey to an erratic nature, like the quicksand his madness was engulfing her slowly. It was strange that Amon allowed Helen to peel those layers of his insanity one after another and glance inside when even Amon didn’t know what could come out as a surplus. There were no choices for her and neither for Amon, she was pulling him into the quicksand as well. <br><br><em>“Yes Herr Kommandant...Only yours...Not Schindlers...”</em><br><br>That particular moment, the tiny second when she whispered her loyalty despite with a fake gesture; it was a breathtaking moment and it was everything what Amon cared to hear. The delight was obvious on his face especially when Helen cried out like a kitten. Amon leaned on top of her without leaving any room for Helen to move while with every stroke his thickness slipped deeper inside her. With his fingers hooked tightly around hers, he grabbed both of her hands over her head and Helen disappeared beneath his huge body. <br><br>Amon moved his waist back and forth with such flimsiness; he desired to tease her like a new lover, a new lover who was burning for his touch. Amon could see her pretty face responding to everything that he was doing to her. His long, slow strokes were easily building her passions.&nbsp; Amon’s unexpected strokes were making she shudder way up inside, her inner charms rippling along the full length of his buried thickness. Albeit she was still scared and shivered to his touch but it was only the beginning. <br><br>"My doll....." Amon pulled his length out from her slippery sex and turned her around on her stomach, his fingers grabbed her mounds from behind as once again he began ravishing her tightness. With an ease his massive hard-on was disappearing in her wet sex over and over while he claimed her. Amon gently turned her face to him and rested his lips on hers. Her tightness was bringing him close to an orgasm, his strokes grew voilent but still tender like a jealous lover.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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