Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)
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				Title: <strong>Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 04:37:44</strong>
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				Freya was captured along with the rest of the women in her village, she had one slight disadvantage, and she was the cheiftan’s daughter. For her there was no other choice, she offered herself to go off with them if they allowed the rest of the women free. She understood that they didn’t have to accept her offer but she knew their pride. <br><br>They took up her offer, and left quickly heading south through many countries, the landscape turned from green forests to deserts. Freya wasn’t sure what was happening to her, but the rising temperature was almost unbearable. Some days she was kept in the cages, others she was forced to work, both had their benefits and their weakness’.<br><br>Freya was typical of the North ones, she had long dark red hair that shone like a burning fire, and her eyes were as green as the grass that she ran along as a child. She was 5ft4, short incomparrsion to the men and women of her tribe, but it meant that she had to fight with words not actions, she had a slender figure but an ample chest, she was 18 and without a husband, her father would have chosen her one soon if it were not for the fact that she was captured.<br><br>Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, she kept her mouth shut listening to the men that captured her, finally she began to learn what they were saying. She could communicate with them, they were impressed for one of the North ones they were impressed. Along the way many women they had captured disapered into various market places, she wondered when she would be next. Until she was the only one left, they seemed to make their way down south.<br><br>She had no idea how long she had been travelling, the days were hot and the nights were cold, and there was nothing but sand. During the day they kept her covered from the sun, she was grateful that it was no upon her but at the same time she felt stifled by the head. They apparently reached their destination, she was locked back into the cage and it was covered with a cloth so she could not see out.<br><br>She heard them talking various words like. “Gift,” and “Highness” were said but they made no sense who was the gift.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 09:01:13</strong>
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				Caliph Umar Surat al-Nasir looked out the window towards the sea coast. The wind was hot off the desert. His army had fought well. His lands now united under his banner.&nbsp; Today in celebration of his victory two months after the fall of Tabri and&nbsp; D’hul Abara it was time for Thanksgiving for this great victory. <br><br>“You are always so solemn, brother!&nbsp; Come, there is many in attendance. Your Generals and those loyal to you await you.&nbsp; There are gifts from Tabri and far beyond the other side of the sea. Come look then think deep thought!” Jamal chided.<br><br>Once last glance toward the coast before Umar turns and nods. <br><br>“Oh advisor and brother. Show me these gift so that I might yet sulk!” But Umar laughed good naturedly. <br><br>He was a man who had been found by destiny. A man with a clever mind and a strong will that drew other men to him. He came with his brother who he had made the Vizier, to the audience chamber to sit on pillow and receive the good tidings and well wishing of those who had lost and those who stood to gain much from a untied region under a steady sure hand.<br><br>Jamal half brother to Umar the Caliph clapped his hands. “Bring the gift to the Caliph so that he may behold what come from beyond the sea.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 23:33:31</strong>
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				Freya was brought from the cage the sun was bright and too harsh from the light, blinking she tried to see where she was. Looking around she noticed two men stood beside her, grabbing her arms they led her into the a room. She was thrown to the floor, she had no resisted, or said anything she didn’t know why she was being treated like this.<br><br>She quickly stood up looking round the room, there were two men opposite, they walked towards her she kept her graze forward hearing over to her. She got part of the conversation but they were speaking to fast. Biting her lip she looked over at the men wondering what was happening.<br><br>Jamal smiled as he looked at the woman. “Ah and here is the great gift I was talking about, she’s from the North, a cheiftan’s daughter. Not too sure what she’s called but that doesn’t really matter.” He smiled slightly, “She willingly gave herself up to you to save her people, and she’s unmarried. But that means nothing with heathens from the north but well either way I’m sure you’ll enjoy her.” He laughed grabbing Freya’s hand he pulled her towards Umar. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 00:42:52</strong>
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				It was said the Caliph had dark laughing eyes when he was pleased. His beard and mustache properly trimmed hid the line of a sword scar along his jaw lower jaw. The Headdress protected the thick black curly hair of his head. He stood slightly taller than his brother Jamal broader across the shoulders. His own cruelly curved dagger was at his waist. <br><br>This was the time of treachery. This was the year of the Sultan of Uzaban. <br><br>For now that was forgotten.&nbsp; the Caliph’s brow quirked as he gazed upon the light skinned red haired, blue eyed bitch.&nbsp; A light tug from Jamal and she came before him.&nbsp; She was beautiful in the way a flowered cactus is beautiful, in the way a Chieftain’s daughter can be beautiful. <br><br>She came to him. Before him, as thought she was free. As though she still were a Chieftain’s daughter and she stood before an equal. She would need to learn to lay prostrate on the floor when she came before him. There were many thing she would need, and he would give her.<br><br>He served her the back of his hand first. He drew back and slapped her across her cheek. A light tap. He did not wish to do more than color her face. It was a warning. A first contact so that she might begin to fear him and obey him immediately.<br><br>He spoke slowly. She was an infidel. She had been brought from beyond the sea. The tongue of his people might be unknown to her but his signals would not be. She had been in the cages of men for more than a few days. <br><br>“Lay on your belly before your Master!” The Caliph said and pointed to the floor tiles at his feet.<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:17:40</strong>
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				She looked over at the two men wondering what they were thinking, or going to do to her. She bit her lip seconds before the strike hit her cheek. <br><br>Jamal laughed at he struck her, “Be gentle, she is an infidel but she doesn’t know our ways.” He smirked but he wasn’t trying to tell him what to do just suggest. Looking over at her he smiled. <br><br>She rubbed her cheek slightly wondering why he had struck her, biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. He motioned to the floor she frowned and knelt down before him, the other man motioned for her to get further down. Blushing she lay on her stomach. <br><br>She looked at the floor not wanting to look at the men in case she had done something else wrong. Biting her lip she closed her eyes, she was glad to be inside in the heat, she knew that this was her new life and that she would have to get use to everything that was happening.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 00:36:46</strong>
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				The Caliph satisfied with her prostrate position walked around her. To see a slave properly one must see her lay in such a position on the cool tiles. He snapped his fingers and held out his hand. A Captain of his personal guards came to him and offered him a long pinky finger thick cane which tapered to a nice sharp point on one end and a rounded handle for holding at the other. <br><br>Umar glanced over at Jamal as he stroked down her right side with the side of the cane. Caressing the curves of her body with the it's touch.<br><br>"Do you think she might welt nicely, Jamal?" Umar asked as he tapped the small space between her slightly open thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a signal for her to open her legs farther apart without raising from the floor. <br><br>"Let us see if she will open her legs, then we shall see more of her soon," Umar said now very curious with the new gift from the North. <br><br>Many things about her were different. His wives would not wish her in the Harem. It would be good for those three to have some competition for his attention. Perhaps they would be more attentive when he came to please them from now on. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 23:35:40</strong>
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				She heard him snap his fingers, frowning she tried to take a peak at what he was doing, seeing the cane in his hand she had no idea what he was doing. Biting her lip she looked back at the floor closing her eyes. <br><br>Jamal smiled at the girl on the floor then at his brother. “Hmmmm, I’m not sure. I knew someone who had a slave like her. Bruised badly, she might be too sensitive you never know. I suppose you can try.”<br><br>Blushing she felt him tapping between her legs, she looked at Jamal he seemed to encourage her. She parted her legs her eyes looking at the floor again, she wished that she was back at home, with her family but she gave that al up when she tried to help the women. Biting her lip she looked over at both of men.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 06:30:15</strong>
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				"Bruise badly?" Umar said with a frown. "I'd heard they were hardy. hmmm"<br><br>The Caliph watched her open her legs. His intent was to heat her body. To touch her as a man to his slave. He wanted to see how she moved as he stroked her with his fingers. It pleased him when she did as he directed.<br><br>"She's obedient and blushes well," Umar remarked as he bent down between her legs. His hands on her hips to lift her ass up into the air. <br><br>"Tell her to keep her head down and stay on her knees." Umar told Jamal. "She seems to like you. Perhaps I'll let you use once I've broke her in."<br><br>"I want to see if she can heat before I waste time bedding her. If she is not sufficiently pleasing on my finger tips I'll toss her to the guards." The Caliph offered and watched Jamal's reaction. Then laughed. "Ah, if you want her that badly then if she is not pleasing she is yours."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 20:06:55</strong>
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				“They are hardy to the cold, but heat causes their skin to get thin and dry. She might be alright but sometimes they bruise more then necessary.” He smiled at his brother watching him move around her.<br><br>Biting her lip she felt him lips her onto her kneels she, the other one look at her and nodded again, she kept her head down but stayed with her arse in the air. <br><br>“She is frightened, I find that the one that are most scared need a gentle hand more then a rough one, I think that you scared her when you struck her cheek.” He smiled slightly, “I had one that was frightened, she found a way to escape, I do know what happened to her.” He smiled at his brother warmly, he did not mean to dictate but to guide him, he had many wives but he never had a girl from another land, the fact that they did no speak the same language would be a worry, he could not reason with her.<br><br>He laughed as his brother offered her the girl, “She would learn well, but do you have the time to teach?” He grinned at him.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 20:45:41</strong>
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				Umar chuckled as her head went back down, her ass in the air. "Let us see if she is worth my time. Let us see if she will beg."<br><br>The Caliph had them bring his a short stool that he placed behind her. He came them to sit on the stool. His legs on either side of her hips. His hand on the middle of her back. Warning her not to move away.<br><br>His hand moved over her curved delicious rump. Caressing and clenching her in his palm. Feeling the fine muscle that lay waiting for his attention.&nbsp; Attention he would certainly give her if she proved sensual. Hungry.<br><br>Slowly he moved his fingers down the crack of her ass. His mouth kissing her cheek then the other. The hand brushed over her cunt lips, stroked across her hidden nub before moving back again in a sawing motion. Slowly he traced that path along her inner thigh again and again.<br><br>He straightened to watch her reaction as his other hand moved to her hip. Gripping it to hold it as he sat on the stool bringing the first rush of sensation to her body.&nbsp; <br><br>Her first rape would be public. After all she was a gift to be opened before his people. Her infidel blood shed as she was to be covered and taken. Servant to the will of Her Master just as the lands of the infidel would serve his purpose.<br><br>His fingers spread her folds as he gently swirled along her unbroken treasure with his finger tips. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 03:12:29</strong>
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				She heard someone place something heavy behind her, then one of the men moving behind her. Biting her lip she felt a hand on her back keeping her still. His other hand squeezing her arse, she used all her energy not to pull away.<br><br>Biting her lip she shook slightly as he traced his fingers down moving to her virgin pussy. She shivered slightly at the first touch, his finger teasing her sensitive bud, closing her eyes she could feel herself getting wet, it was not an unpleasant feeling but she knew it was wrong. She could feel her entire body turning red from his touch.<br><br>She had no idea what was going to happen to her, she just hoped that it wasn’t going to be painful, biting her lip she waited for him to take her then and there. <br><br>Jamal smiled at his brother. “I told you she was pure…” He grinned warmly at him. “So do you think that she’s worthy of your time?”
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:06:32</strong>
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				The Caliph smiled. His hand moved from her heat to show his brother. "She wets well." <br><br>He stepped to her head and motioned for her to stand. His fingers caressing her cheek to reassure her. <br><br>"She is a rare find I think." Umar tells Jamal then turns to a guard Captain.<br><br>"Have her taken to the audience chamber. Place her on her back at the low breeding table and ensure she is open fully. I will break her there." 
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:47:06</strong>
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				She saw the motion to stand, she quickly stood her eyes on the floor as he stood before her, she was doing everything she could not to be beaten. She rationalised that even if she wasn’t happy with the way he treated her, there were worse things he could do.<br><br>Blushing she ran her fingers through her hair softly, he gestured to one of the men he came up behind her taking her arm leading her to another room she bit her lip having no idea what was to come of her.<br><br>She got to a room with a low table, the man helped her onto it before pushing her back, her hands were fastened at the side and her legs ankles were strapped onto small foot rests off the edge of the table. Biting her lip she waited wondering what was happening.<br><br>Jamal smiled, “I am glad you are satisfied, but now I want one like her…” He sighed dramatically. “I shall get the men to get me one, excuse me.” He bowed before heading out the room.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 23:47:44</strong>
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				Umar grinned as he watched his brother walk away on a mission of satisfaction. It was a momentarily interlude. He glanced over to the other three men waiting for him. He motioned them to walk with him as he made way to the audience chamber. <br><br>He settled the business as he entered and offered them a seat on the cushions nearby. Slave girls in ankle bells and less material than a hanky served the men their pleasure. Once he was sure these men were settled he turned his attention to the breeding table. <br><br>He stepped beside the table and knelt down. The back of his hand caressed her cheek. Slowly moving down to her neck. He did not wish to frighten her any more than necessary. <br><br>His hand feel along the line of her shoulder. stopping at the tie that held the covering of her breast up. He tugged on it until it came undone. His fingers brushing the material down over her full breast until she was revealed. <br><br>His hand came to cup and stroke over her delicious fruit. His fingers pinching her dark nipple. A moment later her other breast saw the light of day. <br><br>It was met with nods of approval from the Shiek of Pyrieen, the Regent of Orma, and the King of Nitia.<br><br>He brought his mouth to her breast. His lips kissing and mouthing her soft sweet blessings. Roughening her nipples with his tongue. <br><br>She was his. She would learn what that meant very soon.<br><br>&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:54:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>Feeling the mans hand on her cheek she blushed furiously, she looked over at him, wondering what he was going to do with her, but part of her already knew. Closing her eyes she felt him unfastening the ties that held the material over her breasts. <br><br>She resisted the urge to pull away from him, she knew that it would anger him more if she pulled back. It was pointless to speak to him considering he only knew how his language and not her own.<br><br>He pushed the material down revealing her breasts, biting her lip she gasped as he pinched her nipple causing it to harden instantly. He seemed to pause before he brought his mouth down over to her breast, teasing and tempting her tender bud. <br><br>Blushing she knew that her body would be bright red from his touch. She closed her eyes willing her body not to move and her mouth not to make a sound. She stiffened up, biting her lip she looked over at him wondering what he was going to do.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 09:18:45</strong>
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				She lay quiet under his ministering. Her body not so quiet. Tense. New to touch of any kind. It pleased him to take the captive daughter of a fierce Chieftain for the first time as those who supported the war enjoyed their share of the spoils.<br><br>There were gasps from the pillows. The sound of chains clinking softly. The whispers of men. <br><br>His hand traveled down her body. Exploring her with each touch. Calloused fingers brushing across and down her sides. Slowly making their way to the waist of her breech cloth. He followed the line to her hip. Touching at the knot. <br><br>His mouth drew her nipple in and suckled. Teeth scraping gentle at first. Allowing her to feel as much of the sensation as he could charge her body with.<br><br>His fingers fell upon the knot at her hip. Finding the string, he tugged twice and felt it give. He retraced his path and followed the other end of he breech cloth to her other hip. A moment later and the knot was undone.<br><br>His hand stroked over that material as he suckled her breast. His fingers touching and pressing into the heat of her velvet. He watched to see if she noted his intentions. Not that he cared but that he enjoyed having a bitch squirm and whimper under him.<br>&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:31:26</strong>
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				Biting her lip she took all her energy not to moan as his touched her, the feel of his lips on her nipples almost made her jump, as he raked his teeth over her tender buds she thought she was about to jump out of her skin. <br><br>Closing her eyes she tried to stay calm and tense if she gave in to the feelings she would be no better then those girls dancing around. Feeling his hands on her hips she shifted slightly trying to stay his moments, hoping he wouldn’t untie them but it was in vain she knew he would.<br><br>As soon as the knots were untied she felt his fingers moving between her legs, she was already wet with anticipation, she was confused by her body’s reaction to his touch. She kept her eyes closed, but her hips started to move slightly with his hand, she wished she could stop them but she knew she couldn’t her body wanted pleasure as he was giving it to her…she could no more stop herself from responding then she could stop her heart from beating.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 09:15:00</strong>
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				His mouth moves down her body. He licks and chews the red velvet of her mound. He will shave her soon enough for now he will tease her until she screams and begs for him to use her. <br><br>He presses his lips along the edge of her mound. Licking along to seek out her nub. Teasing it with rolling twists of his lips he seeks to bring it out of hiding.<br><br>His hands to her breasts. Painting his desire on them so that they blush for all to see. Pinching her nipples to fine cone points.<br><br>Slowly. He plans to have her screaming for him very soon.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 05:10:26</strong>
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				Closing her eyes she let out a soft moan as he licked at her virgin pussy, biting her lip she moaned softly. “Ohhhh.” She tried to keep her voice down as he teased her.<br><br>Her hips jerked as she felt his tongue moaning over her tender bud, blushing she looked down at him wondering what he was going to do. <br><br>“Ohhhh.” She moaned her body shaking slightly as she felt him attacking her more then before.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 07:42:22</strong>
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				He thrusts his tongue and swirls into her heat before pulling out. He inserts a finger into her tight virgin slit until he feels resistance then pulls back slightly before stirring her. Opening her for his use. Getting her use to taking a man's shaft. <br><br>Tongue then finger stroking in and out of her. His other hand pinching and tugging her nipples. He would have them pierced were it not that her belly swells with his seed.<br><br>He adds another finger. Two now enter her. Offering her more sensation without plunging into her. His tongue lapping her essence. Sweet and light. Soon to be touch and broken. He spreads his fingers and scraps her inner walls as he pulls out. <br><br>Several more times he bring pleasure to her and discomfort. When he is satisfied she will not tear he stands and pulls his robes aside to reveal a shaft thick and pipe like to enter her. <br><br>His hands to his shaft. He smiles as he shows her what will impale her. He pats her hip to reassure her and steps closer so that his wet cockhead brushes against her slit. 
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 01:20:44</strong>
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				Closing her eyes she bit her trying to stop herself from moaning as he pushed his finger inside her stopping as he the thin veil of her virginity. She clenched her fists trying to keep herself still as she felt him pushing another finger inside flicking over with his tongue. <br><br>Biting her lip she felt his hips moving slowly against his. “Oooooh.” She whimpered her hips shaking slightly. She wanted to speak to him but she knew he wouldn’t understand, she wanted to beg him to stop but she knew that it would make him angrier.<br><br>She felt waves of pleasure wash over her just before he pulled back from her, biting her lip she looked up at him, he pulled his robe to the side showing his member. Her eyes were wide with fear…she knew that he was going to take her, that was apparent as he moved between her legs lining his member up with her pussy slowly rubbing the head over her.<br><br>Blushing she waited for the moment he would thrust in taking her virginity away from her. Biting her lip she looked over up at him, digging her nails into her hands she waited for him.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 03:52:01</strong>
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				Umar watched as she shivered and gasp. The tip of his cock head started to press into her tight tunnel.&nbsp; His hand forcing the steel spear to force her open slowly. Pushing her untried youth into the thundering storm of his lust.<br><br>Slowly pressing an inch then pulling back. Rocking into her then back again further the next time.&nbsp; It was for him. So that he could feel her tight cunt to take his full girth without mercy. The way his army had taken her fathers and now she was his prize. <br><br>Taking her soul as he moved deeper still. Until the resistance. He pulled out and pressed himself slowly into her again. Gripping her hips in pleasure and groaning.<br><br>"She is a tight fuck," He told the others as they covered virgins roughly as speared them. <br><br>The cries of pain echoed in the audience chamber. He turned back to the bitch on the breeding table. His cock inside her against her seal. He bent and brushed the back of his hand on her cheek to reassure her. <br><br>He wanted to watch her reaction as he pressed against her with steady force and broke her open for his full use. Then he would fuck her mightily. Then he would spill his seed deep inside her belly and kiss her as she wept.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 22:01:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she felt him starting to push inside her, stretching her tight wet pussy stopping short at her virginity. Closing her eyes she whimpered slightly as he rocked himself inside her. <br><br>He gripped her hips pushed deeper inside her until he was at her maidenhead waiting to push in, to tear it apart and claim her as his own. He said something to the other men but she had no idea what it was, they seemed to take great amusement into that.<br><br>With him almost inside her she felt his hand stroking against her cheek she bit hr lip unsure what he was doing. Looking over at him she bit her lip, she waited for the inevitable pain as he thrust deep inside her. Closing her eyes she waited, digging her nails into her palm she shivered slightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 06:48:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand under her lifting her hips up. Slowly rocking out until all his length but his head was out of her. In just so far then out without slipping out of her. against and again. Giving her the benefit of a pace. Building her pleasure. Stroking her cheek. He bent to mouth her breast, suckling her nipple over his teeth.<br><br>In that pace over and over without warning he launched himself into her. Blunt force against her seal. He felt the resistance collapse against his hard long speaking cock head. Tight as he had not felt before. He broke silence and barked in pleasure. Taking her to her floor, scraping as he went. He stirred deep inside her and looked into her eyes. <br><br>He had taken the last vestige of her freedom from her.&nbsp; His eyes told her she was now his.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 21:41:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled out and pushed back in slowly, digging her nails into the palm of her hand she looked over at him. Biting her lip she whimpered as he lifted her hips up pushing inside her breaking her maidenhead. She let out a cry, her eyes closed tears falling down her cheeks. <br><br>The pain was intense, she hoped that it would almost be over, her body shaking as he pushed back deeper and harder inside her. “Oh fuck.” She whimpered, the pain slowly dissipated, closing her eyes she whimpered again. He kept thrusting deep inside her stretching her wider then before, wider then she imagined possible. <br><br>Tears fell slowly down her cheeks as she gave him. She accepted that she was never going to leave this place, she was his forever.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 05:15:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her cry heated him. He pounded wildly into her tight cunt as her tunnel peeled his foreskin back and jolts of pleasure shot into his shaft.&nbsp; He drove deep in her new channel as he watched the tears for in her eyes. He had no mercy say that she raise her hips to please him. <br><br>He gripped her hips savagely. His nails sinking in as his angry hot cock pounded her clit and his ball sack slapped her anal ring punishing her body further. He cared little whether she purred in pleasure or screamed in pain. His need primal. <br><br>He had no desire to slow, or stop. It was not in him to do such not even for his wife. He heated her body with his mouth. Chewing and suckling her breasts. He vowed to whip her should she not cum. He vowed to saddle those beautiful breast with bells on nipple rings so that all would know when he fucked her. <br><br>He urged her to cum. Scraping into her with everything he could give her. He fury demanding her response and her body's full climax.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:24:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she looked over at him, closing her eyes she moaned hard in pleasure. “Oh fuck.” She whimpered, arching her back she felt him gripping her hips pulling her close to him driving in harder and deeper inside her.<br><br>Feeling him thrusting deeper and harder inside her she couldn’t stand it, she felt a strange feeling inside her. She felt like she was going to explode. “Oh fuck.” She whimpered. He leant down sucking and biting her breast, closing her eyes she felt him thrusting deep inside her. <br><br>Arching her back she couldn’t stop herself, she needed to explode. “Oh fuck.” She whimpered her body shaking as she came, her pussy clamping down on his huge member. “Oh God.” She dug her nails harder into her palms causing them to bleed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her tunnel turned into pinchers and crimped his hard ready shaft with violence. There was no mercy. What he had created inside her came boiling over his hot loaded shaft in exploding waves of punishment. His mouth releasing her nipple as he roared. He slammed into her dumping load after load into the very core of her as she cried out. <br><br>Caught in the detonating agony of desperate lust he jerked rapid fire as thought stabbed a hundred times&nbsp; before collapsing against her.&nbsp; Deep inside her, still feeling her quivering bursts as she tried to gobble his cock whole. He hissed as her channel whipped his manhood into submission and kissed her neck tenderly.<br><br>Laying against her as they cooled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 23:56:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he pulled his mouth off her nipple, her body shaking slightly as he thrust deep inside her, exploding deep inside her tight wet cunt. “Oh God.” She whimpered. <br><br>Feeling her tears running down her face she didn’t to look at him she wanted to curl in a ball and cry. She felt him laying over her kissing her lips deeply, she whispered slightly, her body shaking slightly. <br><br>Her body was shaking as he laid on top of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 06:19:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly when his heat had cooled he moved himself from her. His own hands releasing her wrists. His fingers traveling down her body leaving his touch along every place he had been to claim her. His hands came to her right ankle. He released the restraint. His touch sliding along her inner thigh and her heat. He played there taunting her, pushing her into a steady burn flame with need again as he watched. <br><br>Soon once she was struggling he would release her other ankle and throw her to the pillows.&nbsp; She was a slave, his, but still a slave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 20:23:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bit her lip, she felt his hands moving over her releasing her wrists, she knew better then to lash out. Where would she go, she was miles from home, her life was over. She felt him unfasten one of her ankles but not the other his hand moving between her thigh, she looked at him with wide scared eyes. It took all her energy not to pull away from him, to turn and run as far away from the building as possible. <br><br>“Please don’t.” She looked at him tears running down her cheeks; she looked up into his eyes. “Please don’t do this.” She pleaded with him knowing he had no idea what she was saying.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 02:57:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His skillful hands fell on her hot dripping sex. She had pleased him well at her first use.&nbsp; He would ready her for his full use.&nbsp; Or ready her and leave her waiting for the next touch that promised to scorch her even higher.<br><br>He met her eyes, the tears falling to her chin. The look, begging as her foreign words murmured for mercy that was not in him to give. His hand attempting to take her breath away with the sensation he meant to put back on her. <br><br>She was almost looked wild with fright. He was panting hard as he watched as she was no longer struggling away from his hand. He came to her fully then. The heat of his intention to bring her to that cliff again fully before her with everything he did. <br><br>To the pillow soon, he thought. His eyes deep with waiting pleasure. This was for a dual purpose, teaching and using.&nbsp; He was stripping away all that she knew before to replace it with this part of her life. A life in his chains, rushing to lay at his feet eager to serve with but a motion of his hand. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 23:55:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She saw the look in his eyes and realised what he was after with her. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked away from him, her body shaking slightly as she felt the pleasure building up faster then she imagined. <br><br>Gasping slightly she felt his fingers teasing inside her, finding the sensitive spot inside her. Closing her eyes she moaned softly, it felt strange she didn’t want to lose control, not realise that she had no long had control over herself. <br><br>She could feel his hips moving against his hand, shame coloured her cheeks, she wished that she could be on her own. She moved her hands to the edge of the table holding on as he teased her more. “Oh fuck.” She whispered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 01:55:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was in her eyes. The sudden impossible sensations the placed on her. Her heat pudding the breeding table with their sex and now her stirring. Building her until she was aloft with the intensity. Holding at the very edge and her body writhing while he eyes wild with fear of what he was about with her. <br><br>Aroused again and soon ready. He could feel his groin coil and the need build.<br><br>His hand to her ankle freeing her completely from the table. He stepped back and motioned her to the cushions. <br><br>Should she hesitate an instant she would wear the welts of his displeasure on her back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 20:49:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Biting her lip she felt him teasing her, her body shaking slightly as she felt him teasing her. Closing her eyes she moaned harder her body shaking as she felt him unfasten her ankle from the restraints. <br><br>He pulled away and motioned to the cushions, she got the feeling that if she hesitated she would be in trouble. Getting off the bench she moved to the cushions she was unsure if she should sit or stand there. She looked at him worried that she had angered him. <br><br>She ran a hand through her hair slightly as she looked at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 03:25:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and pushed her to the cushions on her knees as he stood before her. His hand to her chin lifting it so that she would watch as he pushed his robes aside. She would learn to suck his cock kneeling first then finish him as he lay on the cushions and she knelt between his legs.<br><br>His fingers curled around his shaft. The other hand with the three lash flogger. He stepped to her offering his cock head to her mouth and waited. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 03:29:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She landed heavily on her knees but didn't complain. Watching him move his robes apart she knew what he wanted her to do. It was the one thing she was told about whilst she was still at home. Seeing the flogger in his other hand she leant forward her tounge running over the head of his cock softly.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she leant in sucking the head into her mouth, her lips tight around the shaft making sure not to let her teeth connect with him. She slowly started so suck, moving her head up and down his member her tongue caressing the underside of the shaft.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 05:28:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt an ache in his groin watching her lick his cock head and he groaned in pleasure. His hand brushing her cheek lightly with encouragement. She responded by slowly taking him into her mouth. He felt her tongue sliding along his sensitive knot and underside. He rocked his hips slowly, giving her more of his cock to swallow.<br><br>He could feel the pressure that was the roof of her mouth. He dropped the flogger and brought his other hand to her head. His fingers under her chin tilting her head up slightly and scraping down toward the back of her mouth before pulling out. <br><br>He smiled, "Good..... Again." rocking his hips toward her mouth and opening his own miming what he wanted from her. <br><br>He wanted her to suck him until he was ready to explode. Then he would toss her to the cushions and rape her again. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 15:51:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clamping her mouth around his member tighter, slowly she started moving her head up and down his member sucking harder then before. He seemed to enjoy what he was going to do; looking up at him she felt his hips slowly starting to push his member deeper into her mouth. <br><br>As he moved her head up looking he pushed his member faster into her mouth pushing deeper into her mouth until it was almost at her throat. He said something, she got the feeling she was doing it right. Reaching out she gripped the base of his cock squeezing slightly as she sucked harder.<br><br>“Hmmmm.” She sighed softly down his member, the sound making his member vibrate. “Ohhhh.” She blushed looking up into his eyes.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 06:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>It almost brought him to his knees as the tension shot thru him. He bellowed in pleasure. His eyes half closed as she suckled him rightly. But when her hand gripped his base he thought he was going to shoot his load with the added vibrations.<br><br>He pulled away, a grin on his face. He spoke softly and brushed her cheek as his cock was a thick throbbing cannon jerking in the air. He motioned her to lay on her back in the cushions. It was time to take her, to use her for his pleasure and as a reward hers. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 00:36:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gripping the base of his cock harder she squeezed harder, blushing she looked up at him sucking harder in pleasure. Looking up at him, she moaned down his member she could fell him shake, which made her frown when he pulled away.<br><br>Blushing she felt his hips pulling away from her, looking up into his eyes she felt his hand on her cheek. Biting her lip he motioned her to lie down, biting her lip she lay down on the pillows getting comfortable she got the feeling she knew what he was going to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 06:29:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pushed his robes aside as he knelt between her legs. A goblet of wine in his hand. He hovered it over her breasts.&nbsp; Tipping it slowly, and watched the red liquid drizzle on one breath then across in a line to the other. He handed the cup back to the servant and motioned them away.<br><br>His hand on the heated pipe she had created. He brought it to her slit. Pressing against her. His mouth moved slowly to her nipples. He began to lick the wine from once breast. Small hands of slaves took her wrists and held them over her head. His eyes for her alone. Strong hands of two man servants at her legs, to bend her knees and open her to permit his full entry. <br><br>He press his cock into her slowly. Groaning with pleasure as his hard cock forced&nbsp; her new slit to accept his heated length. His mouth licking the wine from her breasts and biting her nipples.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 22:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing she looked up at him, biting her lip she felt him drizzling the liquid over her breasts she bit her lip wondering what that was. She was about to push a lock of hair from her eyes as two servants too her hands. <br><br>Looking up at him with wide eyes she felt two men grabbing her legs pulling them over and apart, opening her up for his pleasure. Biting her lip she looked up at him, feeling him pressing his member slowly inside her stretching her tight wet cunt. <br><br>Gasping slightly she felt as if she was a virgin again, closing her eyes she felt his tongue flicking over her nipples lapping up the liquid. The hands grabbed her wrists pinning her down harder again the pillows.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 05:56:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was the perfect gift, Umar thought as his large cock entered her. She was held open as he suckled her breasts. His hands roaming her body as he pressed himself deep inside her and ground to her core. He pulled out slowly ensuring she felt every inch of him leaving. <br><br>He roughened a nipple with his teeth. Pinching down enough for the pressure to build as he stroked down inside her slowly again. The rhythm he chose, the pace he pressed down on her. His mouth covering her dark flesh while the fingers of one hand cover her other breast. <br><br>There would be no mercy. No forgiveness. She was his and he wanted her as badly as the wine on her body. He build her slowly at first until the madness of her body reached him and he waited for her to begin her climax.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 17:54:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she looked at him feeling his hands moving over her body as he pushed his member deep inside her tight wet cunt. Closing her eyes she whimpered as he bite down on her nipples arching her back she pushed back harder against him.<br><br>Blushing she felt him thrusting harder inside her hitting the tender spots deep inside her, stretching her wider then before. Feeling his mouth on one of her nipples and his hand on the other pinching and biting she felt the pleasure building up.<br><br>Pushing against him she moaned in pleasure, he thrust in deeper inside her using her for his own pleasure. Arching her back she closed her eyes. “Oh god.” She whimpered her body shaking as she felt herself cumming hard in pleasure. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 00:37:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt his slave thrashing under him. He groaned. His hands gripping her hips and he drove into the heat of her storm. Her body boiling around him. He couldn't hold back any longer. He crushed his mouth over hers and exploded. <br><br>Howling in her mouth as he fired his load deep inside her. Every knew collapsing of her body around him has him shooting more. Drowning her core with his release. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:46:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she moaned hard in pleasure her body shaking as she felt him pushing deeper and harder inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he brought her to climax. She let out a high-pitch moan as her pussy clamped down hard onto his thick hard member, as he shot deep inside her, his lips pressed against hers as he did.<br><br>Her body was shaking as he came deep inside her, she was exhausted but she knew that he could try and make her do it again. She definitely could not go home now. Now that she had been used in such a way, she was tainted.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 00:51:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hands released her. His arms folding around her. Holding her against him as they cooled. He kissed her lips tenderly. Not even his wife had taken him so deep, so completely. There was much to learn about her. Much he now wanted to learn about her.<br><br>She was becoming more than an expensive gift.&nbsp; He found something in her eyes that told him she was so much more. His hand to her cheek stroking it tenderly. He smiled as they brought a tray of food and drink.&nbsp; Nourishment she had earned.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 16:46:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt the hand let her go, she felt his body on top of hers, quickly she tried to brush the tears from her eyes. Looking up at him she ran her fingers through her hair. Biting her lip as he pulled back she felt him pulled out of her.<br><br>Sitting up slowly she wanted nothing more then to go somewhere on her own, but that didn’t seem possible. Feeling his hand on her cheek she looked away from him, the tray was brought she didn’t try and reach for anything know that he might not want her to and so punish her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 00:08:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would feed her now and quench her thirst.&nbsp; She had served him will. Gentle but firmly he held her in his arms. His eyes breathing her in. Wanting to taste the flavor of her with his eyes. She had so well pleased him as no other had. <br><br>She turned from him. It was an irritation. He would bring her eyes so that he could look into them and see her in his reflection. <br><br>Two fingers to her chin for her to turn and face him. Food was waiting she need only turn so that he could feed her with his own hands as was the custom with pleasure slave upon their arrival.&nbsp; Binding them in a way like no other.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 19:24:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt his arms around her, she was scared of him of what he was going to do to her. She wished that she could speak the language, so she could ask him what he was going to do but…she couldn’t. <br><br>He pulled her chin to look into her eyes, biting her lip she forced a smile on her but she was still scared. It took all her energy not to shake in his arms, and tears flowing silently down her cheeks. All she wanted was to go home.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 01:32:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes looking into hers. Holding his focus no her as one hand went to the tray. He pinched a piece of meat and brought it to her. <br><br>He spoke the word for meat, and held it to her mouth for her to take with her lips, “Eat.” <br><br>He waited for her to take the bit. The first of many and the promise of water for her thirsts all at his hand. She would not be allowed to use her hands for anything while in his presence. She was his.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 03:31:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched him bring meat up to her lips; hesitantly she opened her mouth taking the food. Her green eyes moved to dark eyes, she swallowed the mean but she wasn’t hungry she was just thirsty.<br><br>There was a cup full of water she reached for it but pulled back, her body going rigid, she hadn’t asked but she didn’t know the words. She was suddenly over whelmed with everything&nbsp; that had happened in 1 day, she was tired, her head was hurting from the lack of water, the heat was unbearable, she had been raped and now hand fed by the same man. <br><br>Tears filled her eyes, bringing her hands to her face she started to cry, she couldn’t stop herself to hold it back. Her entire life was uncertain now and that scared her.<br><br>((So sorry I thought I’d replied nudge me next time!))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 00:01:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had swallowed the last bite as he enjoyed her laying against him. He was about to offer her more water when her chin quivered and her eyes filled. Silent tears as thought a dam had broken and her soul drained down her cheeks. Wretched. Lost. Suffering.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the look of his mother when the Sumerians came thru the village burning it to the ground and staying around to pick out the woman. The shattered look. The look without pretense and shame. The look of the damned. Those sentenced to hell. <br><br>Maybe she was. But it was his level of Hell that she was brought to and his level of hell that she would remain as long as there was breath within him.<br><br>&nbsp;His arms folded around her to gather her against him. He tried to offer some measure of comfort. Some way without word to assure her that he would protect and care for her. <br><br>His fingers brushed her cheek, not to wipe the tears. Those tear could not be wiped so easily away. He brushed her cheek in tenderness and understanding. He brushed her cheek and kissed her forehead as she wept in his arms.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:46:43</strong>
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				She couldn’t stop crying, she was sure that she had angered him by doing it, but she couldn’t help herself. She was just so tired and uncomfortable she wanted to open her eyes and be at home but now she was trapped in a land that was so different from her own, she was so different that even if she escaped she might be captured by someone else and used.<br><br>As he shifted beside her she cowered slightly convinced that he was going to hurt her in some way but she felt him wrap his arms around her trying to comfort her. She stiffened up slightly, holding a breath as he wiped the tears from her cheeks. <br><br>She felt her tears slowly stopping as her eyes drew heavy, the heat and everything that happened to her today was making her feel tired. She ached all over, with each movement she drifts backwards into a deep uneasy sleep. The kind of sleep you have when you’re ill, full of nightmares that you can’t wake up from followed by a feeling of intense heat. <br><br>She dreamt she was home and she was watching her father die in front of her eyes but every time she tried to get close it didn’t help, he always died in her arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 07:20:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umar watched her drift off as he held her.&nbsp; His arms around her as he stood lifting her against him. He had a servant run ahead opening door. His private chambers. Taking her where he would not allow his wife. This girl was only a slave. But she was his slave.<br><br>He brought her to his bed. A word with the servant to ensure everyone knew he would be with his new acquisition for the rest of the day. Then he covered her with the cool linen and stripped before slipping beside her. <br><br>She pleased him. Her pain and humiliation pleased him. He wanted her again but perhaps later after they woke from their slumber.&nbsp; Something about her excited him like no other woman.&nbsp; <br><br>He was debating whether to teach her to speak Aramaic. Before he decided he fell asleep cuddled against her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 04:19:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya woke up slowly, her body was aching and her head was still pounding. Turning onto her back she shivered slightly, enjoying the feel of the bed beneath her. <br><br>Keeping her eyes closed she imagined she was at home in her bed, waiting for the moment when she would have to get up and start working.<br><br>She felt something beside her, frowning she turning over looking at the sleeping form of the man who had abused her. Shivering slightly she pulled the cover up over her hoping she didn’t wake him as she tried to go back to sleep. Maybe if she slept more then today wouldn’t be so bad.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 18:00:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umar felt his new slave stir against him. Her body warm and he took another deep breath. His arm came over her as she turned. Wrapping around her and pulling her against his chest. He kissed her shoulder. The sweet taste of her dry sweat tantalizing. He kissed her neck as his hand cupped her breast.<br><br>He hips pressed against her. The heat from her body warming his cock. He took another breath and raised up on one elbow. She would refuse him nothing. Her body his to use as he pleased.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 05:56:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Frey felt him moving beside her, his body pressing against hers. She kept her eyes closed as he wrapped his arm around her pulling her body closer to him. Biting her lip she felt his lips on her skin, she shivered slightly from his touch. “Please…what…you do.” She whispered, she knew some of the language but she wasn’t 100% sure she had sounded right. She would have spoken earlier but she was so nervous the words escaped her.<br><br>He moved his hips against hers, she looked at him, running her fingers through her hair she bit her lip. She got the feeling that he was going to use her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 06:57:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She spoke. Hesitantly but she spoke. She could learn much. She pleased him. He held the kiss a long time. His hand stopping her fingers thru her hair. His other tucking her against him tighter.<br><br>"Very good," Umar told her. "I... take... you."<br><br>How much she knew he wasn't sure. Maybe she understood more than she spoke. That would be important to know. Later.<br><br>For now he slowly began to roll over on his knees.&nbsp; A voice at the door froze his movements.&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; His hand to the chain on the floor. He set it on her collar locking her 10 feet from the rear post of the bed. <br><br>"I go!"&nbsp; He said, "Mistress come soon."&nbsp; With that he was up. He put on his robes as he went to the door. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 02:43:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him he didn’t seem to be too upset when she spoke, biting her lip she blushed slightly, hearing him speak she bit her lip. She understood what a bit of what he was saying but not a lot. She was bout to say something but she thought she’d better not. “What…do…call…you?” She frowned.<br><br>Feeling him move onto his knees she pulled back from him slightly she was still nervous of what he was going to do with her. Hearing a voice he picked up a chain locking her to the bed. He spoke she didn’t understand the word Mistress, frowning she looked over at him as he dressed and left. <br><br>She got back under the covers pulling them over her head she started to cry again, curling herself into a ball she hoped that it would soon be over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 04:52:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Soft shoes. The kind worn in Harems. There was no tinkling of bells. This was no slave. In her hand was not a bowl or tray, in her hand was a crop. She was not a slave nor a Mistress of slaves.<br><br>&nbsp;She was Ashira, the Caliph's only wife. It had been her ambition once married, to enchanting him so thoroughly he would take no second.&nbsp; It had worked since there were no other wives and yet there were two slaves. This one made three.<br><br>Her hair raven black. Her eyes amber as honey.&nbsp; She was not tall yet well proportioned.&nbsp; Beautiful in the way of beauty that has been allowed to sit and grow soft. <br><br>She had several ambitions. One to be the only wife and to keep slaves in the Harem out of his bed.&nbsp; She had heard about this new one and came to fetch her. She wished to give him children without the need to carry them for nine months. A scheme had been stirring but she had spent less time in his bed than the linen cover him.<br><br>Sex bored her. His sex bored her and she made no effort to hide it as he covered her. It was her duty and his to take her, nothing more.&nbsp; But a child would free her of the obligation and make him happy.&nbsp; It would ruin her figure and leave her breasts drooping to her knees. A cow. The thought frightened her more than what to do with it once it was born. <br><br>She tapped the sheets where the lump formed again. Harder this time.<br><br>"UP DOG GIRL!"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:48:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya pulled the covers from her head looking at who had tapped her and shouted at her, wiping her reddened eyes she saw that it was a woman with a crop in her hand looking very angry. <br><br>She got out of bed standing a few inches taller then the older woman, in near perfect Aramaic she replied, “I am not a dog, please do not call such.” Her little stuttering and stammering had been an act so that he might kinder to her, but this one was not going to be so easy.<br><br>“I’m guessing that you’re the wife…yes you were mentioned.” A smile curled onto her lips, a smile that betrayed a knowledge of something private that should only be spoken about to close family members. “I’m guessing you want to show me that you’re in charge?” She smiled again, but this time it wasn’t friendly. <br><br>A plan formed in her mind, if she was going to have any chance of going home, or at the very least have the most comfortable life possible, Freya needed to replace this woman in front of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 00:49:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashira emotions were like crashing waves inside her.&nbsp; Chaotic tides of fury and humiliation mixed with curiosity. They had neglected to inform her the slave was tall. Taller than she was making her look up. They neglected to mention the slave was cunning.&nbsp; She spoke Aramaic very well. They had neglected to tell her the slave thought herself powerful. Held herself in the manner of an ambitious rival.&nbsp; A young woman of great calm.<br><br>She thought to strike the girl for her insolence.&nbsp; But so much could be lost in so simple an act. Yet she must be put in her place and quickly. <br><br>"You speak Aramaic very well," Her eyes narrowed. "Caliph's are known for their pride. Umar especially is not one to be humiliated for his misplaced kindness by a slave without brutal retribution."<br><br>Ashira waited. Her hand gripping the cane trembled in seething rage.&nbsp; This was no mere dalliance Umar had laid with. This one would be Queen.&nbsp; Perhaps Ashira could help her find a realm but not this realm, and not this Caliph.&nbsp; Umar was hers.<br><br>"Kneel before me, and I shall forget to mention that small fact the Caliph," Ashira threatened. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 01:13:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya watched the woman as she spoke her words had struck a nerve, smiling she rn her fingers through her hair as the woman seem to take every ounce of strength to keep her calm. “Thank you.” She smiled at the shorter older woman. <br><br>“I’m not trying to humiliate him, I would never do that. I’m just trying to survive…I’m guessing you’re doing the same…since you’re the only wife.” She smiled innocently at her, if the circumstances were different they might have been friends but this was war. “Maybe I you gave him a child his eyes wouldn’t be wondering.” She smiled looking over at her, she kept one ear towards the door, her tracking skills were the best she could hear him walking towards her.<br><br>“You will not mention this, and I will not kneel before you.” She grinned at the woman. “There is no point you even trying.” She smirked, an idea formed in her mind as she looked at the woman, she knew exactly how to get Umar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 00:20:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashira was completely off balance with this stranger. The rage helpless. She flushed at the mention of children. There was something in her eyes that spoke volumes. Had this new slut guessed. Did she know how she loathed Umar's pawing. How sex was a duty she would gladly hand off to another if it meant he would leave her alone to attend to the business of intrigue.<br><br>Yet this slave stood before her tell her what she would and would not do. It was unnerving because there was a hint of something about this one that demanded a second look, caution. Explanation.<br><br>"And what makes you so sure I would not?" Ashira asked her had ready to welt the slave's flesh but stilled in caution. <br><br>What else had they missed about this one.&nbsp; What else did this one hide so very well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 04:36:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she watched the woman fill with rage and anger as she knew her secret. It wasn’t that she read her it was the fact that she had been told this already on the journey down, she kept her accent stiff and missed words out but she managed to get some information from the men about Umar and his wife. <br><br>“I’m sure because, if you were going to strike me you would have done already….no…you’re scared.” She whispered, “You’re scared of me and you should be…I’m willing to do whatever it takes…but you, you’re selfish, prudish, and barren…it is only a matter of time before he realises this and decides that he no longer wants you and you are disowned as a wife and thrown to the men as their play things. That’s right, I understand the customs of your land…I would be very careful to stay on my good side, I might show you some compassion…but then again…I’m not very charitable.” She smirked at the woman.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 00:50:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not scared I assure you. But perhaps an alley," Ashira said. "Surely you wish to return home.&nbsp; You're willing to do whatever it takes ... I am in a position to help you get there."<br><br>Ashira studied the woman. This was no game. The slave knew the ritual of divorce. And for now Ashira was in a corner.&nbsp; If she could keep this one from Umar's bed there might be other things she could do.&nbsp; A careful game. A very careful game.<br><br>"My help will be at a price," She offered. "Are you interested in returning home and taking back your rightful place?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 01:04:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“A minute ago you wanted to hit me now you wanted to be my friend and help me get home?” She frowned, “I’m not convinced that you want to help me.”<br><br>Running her fingers through her hair she smirked slightly. “Besides who said I want to go back. I’m starting to like it here.” Running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. “I mean where I’m from its cold and wet but here...? I think I’d like to stay.” She smiled looking over at her.<br><br>“Besides my home was destroyed, the men were killed, the women and children were sold as slaved and the fields burnt beyond repair…there is no chance of me returning home…so why can’t I make this my new home?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 08:21:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashira screamed in rage. This had gone too far. This slut was threatening her life. Her hold on Umar. She was going to ruin everything she had worked hard for.<br><br>Her hand came up and she started swinging the cane. She wasn't a trainer. She wasn't a warrior. She struck like she had seen it but not done it herself. The cane smacked for flesh as she was screaming for Akbar the Harem&nbsp; Eunuch who actually did know how to use it and was a trainer.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 19:21:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She saw her lift her arm about to strike her and scream, she had obviously done or said something to anger her. She had struck a nerve. Looking over at her she pulled back from her easily dodging the strike. <br><br>The scream had her worried, she was calling for someone else. She looked at her. “Are you finished?” She smirked. “Because you’re only embarrassing yourself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 01:22:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Akbar came as quietly as a dry wind in the dessert. The soft pad of his slippers on the tiles signaled his approach as he entered the room.<br><br>The Mistress of the Harem was flush. Her hair in her face. Her arm up and her lips pursed in a rage. She was flailing the air with the cane in the direction of the new slave.<br><br>Akbar had expected it. Sorting out of women happened frequently but usually among slaves. It surprised him that this was not the case. This was between his Mistress and a slave.&nbsp; Akbar frowned. His Mistress was losing.&nbsp; There would certainly be retribution later. <br><br>His hand quickly toward the back of the new slaves neck. His intent was to hold her in place and stop his Mistress's wild attacks.&nbsp; Punish should be accomplished calmly and methodically. That was his job.&nbsp; He hoped to help the new slave and his Mistress both.<br><br>Akbar's voice boomed in the room as he reached for the taller woman. "HOLD BITCH!" <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 03:08:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowned as she heard footsteps running behind her. Biting her lip she looked at the door dodging another blow. Frowning she looked over at him, watched as he tried to grab her neck she dodged his hands.<br><br>He shouted “Hold bitch” she pulled back dodging to the other side of the bed. “What is…wrong?” She spoke in broken Aramaic, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at him. “I…do…nothing…” She whispered, grabbing the sheet off the bed she covered herself up. <br><br>“Please don’t…hurt…me.” She whispered as tears flowed down her cheeks, she collapsed onto the bed sitting down on the sheets. If she was going to be beaten it was going to happen now, she would rather that Umar’s wife seem crazy and jealous then herself get into trouble for being evil.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 22:42:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashira was screaming. The cane flailing wildly in the air. Hissing as it hit the bed. Threatening to kill the slave. Threatening to cut her hair and her hands.&nbsp; The woman's face almost purple with hate and frustration as Akbar took the slave in his hands.<br><br>She had dodge him. Surprising swift and he wondered how such a one as her had been caught at all. His duty was to the Caliph's wife. He grabbed the slave in both his hands. Shaking her violently to stop any thrashing. He took the slave's hands and chained her arms high up on the rings of the bed post. Her sheet torn from her body. Her knees on the mattress and her back bare and ready for the cane.<br><br>Ashira came to face the slave. Spat in her face and toss the cane on the bed. Her voice crackling with the edge of madness and savage hate she could not set aside.&nbsp; She stepped out of spitting range but still in full view of the slave.<br><br>"Beat her!!" Ashira screamed unable to calm down.<br><br>"Yes Mistress,"&nbsp; Akbar answered quietly not wishing to incur the woman's wrath. It was clear his Mistress was insane with jealousy. Akbar would be sure to tell the Caliph later.<br><br>His hand stroking down the slaves back before he moved into position. His arm moved and the cane struck.&nbsp; The blows brutal. Random. Calculated to bring out the heat of pain without breaking the skin right away. He built a palace of pain as he struck her. The thin white hot lines glowing red then welting until her back was painted in agony.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 00:01:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at the man as he grabbed her and shook her she started to babble in her own language as if desperately trying to say something to her own language, her eyes pleading with the man. But he tied her up, she got the feeling that he was following orders but from the look on his face she realised that he thought his mistress was crazy. Just what she wanted.<br><br>Kneeling on the bed she shook from fear, recoiling as she was spat on, it was all an act all for whoever this was… She needed help and he was giving it to her whether he knew it or not. As the woman said beat her Freya turned her gaze to her, anyone could tell that she was being irrational… <br><br>She felt his hand down her back she steeled herself for the strike, it was sudden and painful but not as bad as the beating she got at home. She squealed as every strike, tears falling down her face as she writhed in pain. Once he had stopped the pain rippled through her, she looked towards the woman and let out a cold and cruel smile…Freya knew she was winning, what she had done was an act she could easily have taken that in silence but she was frail and delicate, baring the wrath of a jealous and barren wife. The smile was just to let the woman understand what was happening…that her life would soon be over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 00:45:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Drag her to the Harem in chains and put her on a ring displayed for my pleasure later!!"&nbsp; Ashira commanded.<br><br>"I will deal with her insolence at my pleasure!!&nbsp; Dog girl!!" She screamed and took the cane from Akbar's hand and broke it.<br><br>So much hate she threw it at the hanging slave and stormed from the room calling for her attendance and her bath.<br><br>It left Akbar&nbsp; and the new slave in the room alone. Silent settled before Akbar moved.&nbsp; He wished to be sure that his Mistress was far away before he did as he was commanded.<br><br>The Harem Eunuch moved to the post and released the girl from them. He brought her hands before her and looked in her eyes.<br><br>"Anger her no more." He said quietly. "She has the ear of the Caliph's brother. A most important man one the Caliph would listen to above all others."<br><br>"I will drag you and place you as I am commanded," He said. "And bring water and a small bit of food. My Master may wish you later. You must be fit to serve him."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 03:00:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched the woman destroy the crop, her anger was real she only hoped that she managed to get Umar round her finger better then his wife, she had a few choice questions to ask him…but maybe not tonight.<br><br>She looked at man as he released her pulling her arms in front of her. She started to speak her in her own language, the look on her face was one of confusion and fear. She paused before looked at him as if remembering that he didn’t understand. <br><br>Taking a breath she looked up at him, “I…say…nothing…” She whispered frowning as if she hoped that he understood what he was saying. “I did….nothing…anger her.” She whispered her eyes pleading with him. She broke down as she looked at him. “I…family…dead.” She whispered bringing her hands up to her eyes trying to wipe the tears from her face. She took a deep breath trying to compose herself, she looked at him, “Do…what…told.” She whispered, it wasn’t a command but an acceptance of what was going to happen to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 00:53:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are a lovely slave pretty one," Akbar said as he brought her to the floor on her back. "That is all the excuse the Mistress requires. Now shhhh until I have you in your ring."<br><br>He dragged her by the chains at her wrists. He dragged her carefully so as not to mar her body. The Mistress might be angry but it was the Caliph that held the power. One did not spoil the Caliph's appetite. The consequences were too terrible. <br><br>Akbar was not the first Eunuch to the Harem of the Umar. His predecessor had been less careful with his charges. Something Akbar insured did not happen with his own.<br><br>He brought her to the ring by the common pool. Enough chain to bath and have servants wait on her. It was for the Caliph's pleasure. Were she not a delicacy then she would have gotten a place in the corner and a blanket. It was not the case with her. <br><br>Akbar brought her food and drink and squatted next to her. "Ask if you wish. Now is the time to ask and I shall reveal the truth for your ears alone."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 01:39:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at the man as he said she was lovely and pretty, when he put her on her back and dragged her she couldn’t help but smile, that was one more person she had taken in…she needed all the allies she could get. <br><br>As he dragged her she put her heels on the floor using all the strength in her back and legs to lift herself off the floor, her back was painful enough without getting dirt ground into it. She was silent as he commanded, as he brought her to the ring in the centre of the room. Luckily there was a bath but she knew better then to use it.<br><br>She watched him walk away and return soon after with food and drink. Listening to him she frowned, “Ask?” She whispered as she looked at him, the confusion on her face was real she didn’t know what to ask or what the truth was. <br><br>“I…family?” She frowned, she hoped that she was sounding convincing the language was hard to pick up but she had always managed to learn other dialects when she was at her home, this was just a bit more complicated…but do able.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 23:53:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Akbar nodded, "The Caliph's." He said reassuring. His arm raised to the pool, his eyes on the servants. Two stood by waiting quietly. <br><br>"They will bath you when you have finished. They will massage and oil your body so you are ready for the Caliph should he wish you. "Akbar said.<br><br>He turned to the right where a breeze way stood open, and pointed, "An old woman from the North will come to teach you many things. The language and to read. The Caliph has decided you shall learn to read."<br><br>He pointed in the other direction, it opened wide with a sheer curtain across it, "There you shall learn to dance."<br><br>Akbar stood. "I go now to return later. Do as you are told and no cane will strike you here." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:34:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him her eyes moved to the servants as his did, they would be no help but at the same time they might be loyal to that bitch so she realised she would have to play naïve for a little while longer. He spoke she frowned at him repeating the word Caliph, she tried to make it sound like a question as if she didn’t understand the word. But he didn’t reply to that, he obviously didn’t know how to convay who or what that was to a foreign girl.<br><br>Looking to the left she saw the old woman and frowned, if she realised that she knew that she had been lying she would be in the shit. This was going to be harder then she imagined…but to be told that she was going to learn how to read! There was nothing written in her lands….in some of the kingdoms to the West they had begun to draw words to one another but that was certainly new to her.<br><br>She watched him leave, she looked at him. “Thank…” She looked as if trying to find the word that went with it but she ‘couldn’t remember’, biting her lip she looked at him and forced a small smile giving up the search as he walked away from her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 01:35:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bath was on the agenda. As Akbar moved away the servants moved to the new slave girl. Their eye welcoming and they talk between each other about her beauty as they led her to the edge of the large long pull.<br><br>They used hand signals and repeated words expecting her to also repeated them. Items. The water. The pool.&nbsp; The word Mistress as an address for her to call them. She was a slave after all. <br><br>They motioned her in the pool. Discussion between them whether she would go willingly. Some slave brought from the East would refuse. They had not known a Northern slave so they motioned and smiled encouragement for her to enter as they waited.<br><br>The old woman. Bashee of the Nile watched. She had been watching. A Priestess of Ankh, there was no mystery she had not unraveled. She studied the new present and the bane of the Caliph's wife. There was more to this girl then the curves of her body suggested, of that Bashee was sure. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 02:50:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept her face still, not giving any indication that she could understand them but to hear them say she was beautiful almost made smile. She frowned as they used hand signals trying to get her into the bath, they kept using the word Mistress for her to call them that…she would never do that…eventually they would call her Mistress as she would get rid of that woman. She already knew the sore point with her…she just prayed that she could get to him sooner rather then later.<br><br>She easily moved into the water, it held no horror to her, as a child there would be tests of endurance, living in the wild for one lunar month, hunting and tracking, and of course swimming. She could easily swim across any body of water often beating the men, her curves hid powerful muscles…which she chose to keep hidden until the moment they were needed.<br><br>Freya looked at the women but she kept silent as they spoke to her, she could feel someone watching her, so silence was her ally at the moment. She smiled politely as if trying to understand what they were saying but for the most part she said nothing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 21:32:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two attendants bathed her with soft cloths of fine fabric and sponges from the sea. They soaked her hair and applied a mix of herbs that would leave her hair shiny and silky looking without the need for much combing. The secret came from Egypt along with other gifts the Caliph had received.<br><br>Bashee came with the book in her hand. She sat quietly in pillows near the stone table used for massaging.&nbsp; There she waited watching the women attend the girl. Studying the new slave. The fresh youth from the North.<br><br>&nbsp;But there was an age to the eyes of that one that spoke more than from a Harem. There had been words, a prophecy on an ancient scroll of papyrus. Many things were told there. Perhaps it was the coming of this Caliph, or another to come. Bashee did not know. <br><br>She would soon. Should the pieces begin to fall into place. Everyone would know but later. Much later. It was time to observe and teach without wasting her skills. So she watched.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 02:13:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched the attendants as they helped her bathe; she was pleased by the way they made her hair silky and shiny. She smiled at the girls about to give away that she could understand that. <em>“Thank you, I’ve never seen my hair look perfect.”</em> She said in her own language knowing the girls couldn’t understand but the woman watching her would understand.<br><br>The woman stared at her, she turned towards her still naked as the day she was born, she was comfortable being naked, and in the north it was not uncommon for people to hunt it was seen as being close to nature. She looked at the woman, <em>“So, I hear you can understand what I am saying.”</em> She bit her lip looking at the woman.<br><br>The woman made her nervous, she felt as if she could see into Freya’s soul, there had to be something watching her. Looking at the woman she smiled, a shy and nervous smile. <em>“What is your name?”</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:30:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The older woman drew herself up straight as she sat. She placed the scroll to one side and spoke casually without an accent in the slave girl's own tongue.<br><br>"Northern Princess do you not know you are a slave girl such as your tribe sends out to be chased by the dogs?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:57:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You presumed to know my tribe, old woman...we never kept slaves they were killed the minute they surrended...weakness is not tollerated by my people...not that my people exsist anymore." She smiled at the woman, she was not phased by her but she was wary of her. <br><br>"I'm sorry if I seem proud, you are the first person to understand my words." She bit her lip. "I just want to live." She smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 01:35:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What was this girl who would be more. A paradox or a phoenix. She was proof her people still existed, yet now in chains.&nbsp; The survivors would adapt or find themselves and the gods they called upon extinct. <br><br>"You now need powerful allies slave girl," Bashee reminded, "Not any more powerful enemies."<br><br>"Then bend your knees and place your forehead to the ground before one who is older and can ensure that you live," Bashee said.<br><br>&nbsp;"Kneel before me as the slave that you are so that I may look upon you as a student and speak favorable of you to the Caliph."<br><br>This was not a meeting of equals. Bashee was not an equal in this place with this slave girl. She had earned all that she knew and the power she wielded.&nbsp; However she felt some small kinship to this chained bitch. One she would not reveal. So instead of summoning Akbar she waited to see if this girl truly wished to live. <br><br>Bashee waited for the slave to kneel and submit before her new teacher.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 02:38:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya looked at the old woman and considered what she said. “I don’t know what you mean by enemies, the Mistress seems to have taken a disliking to me… that what you’re talking about?” She kept her face still not smiling but not frowning either as if stating a fact.<br><br>“I am sorry if I give the impression that I am better then I’m it has been a tiring few days. Please forgive me.” She said softly as she slowly moved onto her knees in front of the woman, her hands at either side of her body as she placed her forehead on the ground. <br><br>Freya wasn’t happy at bowing but it was a necessity, but eventually she would make everyone else bow to her, it would just take time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 00:50:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bashee observed the slave girl with a critical eyes yet found nothing wanting. Her submission gracefully accomplished in a timely manner. This girl unlike many, who had be brought from their lofty heights to crawl in the muck of slavery, had given freely and willingly with a hint of tension in her body to show anger or insult. It would serve her well in the future, Bashee thought.<br><br>Her had gentle on the girl's shoulder, "Come, you have much to learn and so little time."<br><br>With that Bashee turned and stepped towards the sheer curtain. Her inner sanctum in which none but a slave or Caliph may venture. It was here the work with the girl would begin. It was here that she would discover that which was forbidden from other women. It was here she would learn what men knew and used daily so that she too in time might use to save them all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 05:18:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya smirked with her head on the ground; the woman obviously thought that she was being honest with feeling the hand on her shoulder she looked at the woman. “What are you going to teach me?” She smiled running her fingers through her hair. <br><br>She followed the woman wondering what she thought of her behind the sheer curtain she bit her lip. “The words of this land? The man that tied me here told me something but I couldn’t understand him.” Biting her lip she looked over at her wondering if it was obvious that she understood her.<br><br>“What do I call you?” She smiled running her fingers through her hair. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:12:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bashee ignored the prattling of this shrewd girl. It had almost been perfect except the word 'this' is never spoken in the present tense unless indicating an ancient text. Akbar would not have used the word in that manner. It was forbidden for a slave to read such a text.&nbsp; <br><br>Clever girl, Bashee thought as she brought her deeper into her quarters. There in behind a door she brought the slave girl. Pointing to a rug on the floor before a stool she motioned for the slave to knee and wait.<br><br>The Priestess turned to the girl. "Your Master calls me Bashee the Wise. You will call me Mistress. I shall call you Henna, for the color of your blood red hair."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:34:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya looked at the woman, following her deeper into her quarters as she knelt down on the rug where she motioned for her to kneel down on the rug. “I’m sorry; when I’m nervous I tend to speak too much.” She bit her lip looking over at her; she was still in her own language not wanting to change to Aramaic just yet. <br><br>Running he fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. “Henna?” She smiled, “My name is Freya, named after the goddess of love and beauty, but if you want to call me Henna then fair enough.” Biting her lip she looked over at her, trying to sound as nervous and innocent as she could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 21:03:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no one else around. It was a good time to settle things properly. Bashee brought her hand back across the slave girl's cheek. <br><br>"A reminder of your place," Bashee said quietly. "A slave."<br><br>"You talk too much and offer information no one wishes to hear. Keep it to yourself and when the time comes then become who you are before those you will rule. For now you are a slave."<br><br>"It would do you well to learn humility as well as read Aramaic. I shall teach you both," Bashee said in the tongue of the Northern Kingdom.<br><br>The next words she slipped into Aramaic. "Stop pretending with me. I am too old and important for such deceptions. Here you may speak Aramaic as well as you are able so that I may teach you more. Speak only in Aramaic in this room."<br><br>"Now," Bashee sat on the stool watching the kneeling slave girl and ask her question in Aramaic. "What name did I give you slave?" <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 00:38:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt the woman slap her cheek but she didn’t respond, she didn’t flinch, nothing. She took it keeping herself still as she looked at the woman. She smiled slightly understanding that she a slave…for now.<br><br>Hearing the words she realised that the woman knew she could speak Aramaic she just wondered if she could get away with broken Aramaic or would she have to speak properly. Smiling she looked over at the woman, hearing that she wanted to know if she understood her question.<br><br>“My name is Henna, Mistress.” She smiled in flawless Aramaic, this was the route she decided to take and she would ride it out until the end.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 17:13:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bashee gave a nod of approval. This one was very quick. Her Aramaic almost native. Learning could begin in earnest. The older woman pointed to a rectangle piece of slate and the white chalk beside it at the edge of the rug.<br><br>"In your hands," Bashee told the girl.<br><br>She opened the ancient text and turned it around placing it on a small riser meant to raise such items off the floor for the copying of pages. Bashee placed the riser with the ancient text at her feet where she sat. The page was open to the alphabet. <br><br>"One your belly Henna," Bashee directed not unkindly. "It makes the work easier."<br><br>She picked up a pointer that rested to one side of her stool and moved the tip to the first scripted letter. <br><br>"I will pronounce each one for you first while you listen. You will pronounce the letter before copying it to your slate. Wait for permission to continue each time so that I may correct your writing." Bashee said.<br><br>She gave the girl time to position herself comfortable before she began. It was going to be a long day of learning.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 21:38:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Picking up the slate she didn’t know how to hold the chalk, writing was not natural to her, holding it in her right hand she frowned slightly. She watched the woman place something in front of her it was a stand with something with squiggles on the flimsy parchment.<br><br>The woman told her to lie down, she did slowly moving onto her stomach, leaning up on her elbows. The next few hours were hard for Freya, it was hard for her to pick up the writing, it angered her. Frowning she looked at the woman, hunting was easy this was difficult beyond words. <br><br>It was getting late a servant brought Bashee some food as the light began to fade. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 01:49:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bashee eyed the slave girl from time to time. Humility came on all types. She sat quietly correcting when the girl was truly unable to fathom things out. It was a good start and she was an apt pupil. Better than most of those ready for such training. <br><br>A servant knocked and gained entry before bringing a message and the food. The Caliph wanted his new slave soon and a servant was waiting outside to deliver her to him. The wise older woman nodded and sent the servant away.<br><br>After Bashee ate it was then that she was ready to end the lesson for the day. More brutal torture with chalk and slate tomorrow. Grueling for one who had not know the work before. It pleased Bashee to see this girl punished and blessed with the kiss of chalk on slate. Soon the secrets of her master would be hers to see and then those secrets would be Bashee's as well.&nbsp; <br><br>"You may place the chalk and slate to one side as you found them. Kneel, forehead to the floor, and thank me for the lessons you have learned this day," Bashee told the slave girl.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 22:01:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya looked at the woman as the servant came in giving her food and sayingt hat the Caliph wanted her. She looked at her expecting her to let her go but she made her stay a bit longer. <br><br>Once she was finished she placed the chalk and slate on the floor where she was directed, kneeling up she placed her forehead on the floor. “Thank you for teaching me.” She said before she was dismissed.<br><br>Heading out the room the servant showed her to the Caliph she was still naked but didn’t try to hide herself, there was no point the only thing she needed to do was to make him fall in love with her and get rid of his wife…she had some sort of a plan. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 05:51:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The audience chamber. The Caliph on a stool surrounded by pillows and official looking men.&nbsp; He glanced over then glanced again looking at her. The delight in his eyes as he saw her beauty. He motioned the servant to bring her to his right side. <br><br>The servant brought her at the signal from the Caliph. Indicating that she kneel&nbsp; to his right side and remain silent. The raised voices of important men animated over some point of law halted as the slave girl came into view. <br><br>Their eyes fell upon her. It was clear what they were thinking as they looked at her. A few minutes more of repeating what was said and they were back on the barking trail again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 00:59:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya walked in hearing the silence from the men she hid the smile she was feeling, kneeling down beside him as he directed she kept her back hidden but soon he would see the marks that his wife made.<br><br>She looked at him she smiled softly before keeping herself quiet listening to what they were saying. They were obvilious the fact she could understand them, they were talking about how to fight the enemies. Smiling slightly she looked over at him, there was obvious flaw in his plans but she didn’t say anything.<br><br>She was starting to feel tired, running a hand through her hair her posture started to sink, she was wobbling slightly on her knees and almost lent against the Caliph but she knew better then that. She tried to wake herself up but it seemed impossible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 00:52:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He caught the movement from the corner of his eyes. His hand went to her. Touching her cheek with care and motioning for her to curl on the pillows against his leg. The discussion bound to go on for longer. He turned his attention to the recommendations from the first official.<br><br>Umar was waiting until she was against him before he would feed her by hand. Give her something to drink. The men puzzling over the plans for defense. His mind flooded with the taking of her. He wanted her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 01:08:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she felt his hand touching her cheek softly. Curling herself up against him, smiling she looked at him. Yawning she felt him lifting up food for her and drink, she was hungry, her hand stroking his thigh softly under the pillow.<br><br>Looking up at him she smiled softly before turning back, settling back down. She moved in a way that she knew he could see the marks on her back. She hoped he would say or do something…she wanted his wife to pay…by his hands, that would make everything sweeter. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 00:12:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umar fed his new bitch with his fingers. His hand to the chalice that he pressed to her lips giving her water a sip at a time in intervals. Slowly he fed her to give her nourishment. His focus on the movement of the pieces on the structures before him at the small table. Their defenses and the enemies attacks. <br><br>There would be an attack soon. He was sure of it. The two messengers that had arriving yesterday and this afternoon both spoke of a gathering army across the Nile. Sarcos marshalling the disgruntled tribes of nomad that had been the remnants of the defeated. There was another gathering from the sea itself that would be joining that small hostile group. <br>&nbsp;It would form an army and Umars own army had been spread thin with the recent victory to guard the border towns and trade routes from bandits. His allies tired or bored with war and as yet unresponsive. His army thin at his palace and city. Enough to hold for a month maybe longer but certainly not enough to defeat an attack from the sea and the desert. <br><br>So he studied the plans carefully. Their lives depended on his accurate decisions. He wasn't convinced the plans set for were adequate. He took time to look and puzzle over it. His hand with the empty chalice moved toward the tray without looking at it's destination. <br><br>The hand dropped slowly and missed. He turned to look and saw he was short but not by much. He also saw that his new bitch wore the heated welts of a slave whip. Nothing he had given her. His eyes narrowed and he run a finger gently along one. He felt the oil of a massage atop it. <br><br>Umar moved his hand away and turned to the plans again. This other matter. The matter of someone taking liberties with his new bitch would be dealt with once he had time to think. <br><br>The night was drawing closer. The servants were lighting lamps as he leaned to the battle plans and the war for his attention hung in his thoughts.&nbsp; He tried several times to focus and failed.<br><br>He looked at his advisors, his generals and waved his hand, "Leave this with me now. I shall ponder it tonight and summon all again when I am ready to finalize it. You're dismissed."<br><br>The four men bowed. Each setting off to the archway. Their own thoughts whispered among them. <br><br>Umar turned his attention to his slave. His fingers to her chin turning her head gently to look at him.<br><br>"What has happened girl?" <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 00:44:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened to their plans her eyes scanning over the map there was something she could suggest a way to force the attackers into an ambush, but she knew that she couldn’t suggest it he would never listen to her or would he? <br><br>She kept being fed, as he missed replacing the cup back she felt his finger run over a welt, she jumped and let out a quiet gasp of pain. Biting her lip she tried to stop herself from smiling, she hoped that she could turn him against his wife. <br><br>The night was getting dark, getting comfortable she started to fall asleep until he dismissed the men, he turned her head to look at him. Biting her lip he asked her the question. “The Misstress, she…was crazy…screaming…got man to beat me…” She looked at him as tears filled her eyes. “I say nothing, I do nothing…she…would kill me.” She looked at him, quickly pressing her cheek to his chest. “Please…no beat me…” She started to sob her hands moving over his chest softly. “I…good.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 19:24:44</strong>
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				"We shall see," Umar said wrapping his arms around her.<br><br>He brought her closer to him. Her hands at his chest as he kissed her forehead. His lips leaving a trail of kisses to her warm lips. He was in no hurry this time. Hungry not frenzied yet. Guiding her backwards so that she lay on her back against the pillows. <br><br>His hand cradling her head as his other stroked down her oiled and scented body. He moved his arms giving her silent permission to touch the flesh under his robes of office. Soon he too planed to be without clothes. For now he touched off the fires he had found earlier. Caressing along the soft curves of her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 18:21:49</strong>
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				Feeling his arms around her she smiled her chest pressing against his as she kissed him back softly, her hands moving over his chest softly. Nibbling at the lips she felt him laying her back. Sighing she ran her fingers through his hair keeping his body closer to hers. <br><br>Closing her eyes she felt his hands moving over her, biting her lip she looked up at him. “Master…” Leaning up she kissed his lips softly. “You keep me safe? I keep you happy?” She smiled it was just question not a command hopefully he wouldn’t see it as such. <br><br>Feeling his hands on her breasts she closed her eyes sighing softly. “Hmmmm.” She sighed giving him the experience she knew that his wife never would.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 21:33:02</strong>
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				He felt her fingers comb his hair and he descended upon her breast. His mouth open as he tried to swallow all of her melon. His breathing heavy as he slid himself between her legs. One hand tugging at his robes to pull them off one shoulder. <br><br>His shaft throbbing. Straining against the loin cloth for her. His body rushing with energy. The lust raging thru his veins. A feeling new to him. A feeling fresh from her use earlier and now she welcomed his attention. It drove him hotter. He was sure he could hear her flesh sizzle as he chewed her nipple. He groaned with hunger. She had stirred his carnal lust quickly with her attention. <br><br>His eyes looking into hers. Wanting her to need his touch as he offered for her to held him undress so that he might please her. <br><br>Protect her. There would be no question about that with the attention she turned solely to him. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 23:27:13</strong>
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				She smiled at him her fingers running through her hair she kissed him deeply arching her hips she pushed herself against him. Looking up at him she helped him undress himself. Kissing him deeply she raked her nails over his chest and slowly down her fingertips resting just above his hips.<br><br>Smiling she looked into his eyes, her finger tips slowly teasing over his skin threatening to go lower. “Ohhhhh.” She bit her lip sighing softly, her breasts pressing against his chest softly. She cared about him, he had been so kind but she wanted to be in a better position then this. <br><br>Without warning she pushed him onto his back kneeling beside him, leaning down she kissed his lips softly, moving down slowly to his neck to his breast. Giggling she ran her tongue over his chest as her fingers reached down gently gripping is cock softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 00:27:06</strong>
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				Her lips pressed to his heating him. The claws against his chest arousing him in a way he had not known. This slave from the North found his hunger as no woman he had laid with. His own wife a fish when he could become desperate enough to take her to bed. This slave girl was no chore. He had expected that she would be and yet now she answered all of his building lust without a word.<br><br>His hands teasing her breasts, her sigh encouraging but when she arched into his palm for his touch as if she wanted what he had to offer and wanted more. She found him. His eagerness. He wanted joy in a union and had found only the temporary moments of lust unshared before. <br><br>His mind whirling. Caught in the need she set upon him. Her hands pushing hm to his back. The look in her eyes echoed his own hunger. And he was very hungry. Nothing he knew before had him so hungry as this moment.&nbsp; Her kissed soft and the trail she left had him chuckling. His hands on her body. One stroking down her to brush along her hip. The other welcoming her with a caress to her cheek as she lavish attention on his chest. Heating him further. <br><br>Her hand on his cock had heat swirling from his loins and he groaned in pleasure. His eyes half closed. <br><br>"Yes, I want you...." He whispered as his own hand trailed into her newly explored heat. <br><br>His fingers gently caressing her. Teasing her and brushing against her treasure to stir her own fires so that he might bath them both in this heat of her surrender.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 00:41:09</strong>
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				Kissing hips lips deeply she nibbled on his bottom lip as she squeezed the cock in her hand, slow strokes up and down her grip unrelenting, she was sure it would be uncomfortable but the minute she let go he would be in bliss as the blood rushed back into the engorged appendage. Trailing her keeps down onto his neck she let go sinking her teeth into his skin not enough to break it, but enough to cause a mark. It was a claim of ownership towards his wife, she was the one on top of him, she had marked him…she was going to put his wife in her place.<br><br>She nibbled softly down her chest, as her hand carried on stroking his cock faster this time as if she was yearning for his seed. Feeling his hand moving down over her body towards her pussy she moaned wantonly, she was enjoying it yes, but she was giving him an idea, that woman enjoy sex as much as men and that they want to please their men, not grow frigid like his wife. <br><br>Moving down his body she freed his cock from his trousers, leaning down she ran her tongue over the head slowly and softly as she kept stroking, her hands moving faster. After a few seconds she took the head into her mouth sucking softly her tongue working round the hard member knowing that he would be in tremendous pleasure.<br><br><br>((Have fun?))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 00:11:43</strong>
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				He groaned with her attention. Her hand grip his shaft tight and he lifted his hips wanting more. His own fingers dived into her. Stirring her with the same intensity that she was wreaking havoc on him. She had him panting. Panting in the way a man hungers to breath as a woman takes his length while he watches.<br><br>He was watching. His eyes half close as his hand cupped her breast but he was watching. Her mouth springing him into life. The sensation had him grunting. Her tongue swiping at his most sensitive places and he could not stop his hands stroking her. <br><br>His words gasps, "Ride .....me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:18:33</strong>
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				Smiling she ran her tongue over his cock sucking harder, “Hmmmm.” She smiled hearing him panting, she knew that he would want her. Taking him deeper inside her, mouth sucking harder then before. “Hmmmm.” She grinned causing his cock to vibrate in her mouth.<br><br>Feeling his hand cupping her breast she sighed soflty, exaggerating every movement, every sigh in an attempt to make him more receptive to her later demands. Hearing his words she smiled, pulling back she moved over him positioning herself over his body. Setting his cock at the entrance of her pussy, she pulled his hands to her hips as she pushed herself down, arching her back she moaned loudly in pleasure. Slowly she started to move her body, her pussy moving up and down his cock. “Oh God.” She moaned in her own language.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 00:49:14</strong>
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				Never. His hands on her hips guiding her up and down as she road him. He leaned up to kiss and chew her breasts. Groaning at the pleasure she brought him. He lifted into her. His weapon driving upwards as she dropped down taking him fully.<br><br>Time was the next shallow grunt. The grip of her body around his shaft. Her lips and tongue pressed urgently to his. The taste of her as she sprang down on him had his body coiling. There was nothing smooth about this need. He began to plunge into her. Galloping her into the blazing heat that was his lust. Driving them both higher. He was ready to leap with her into that blacksmith's furnace as he gripped her hard and spoke.<br><br>"CUM!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 01:24:17</strong>
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				Arching her back she pushed back against him feeling him thrusting deep inside her, pushing back against him she moaned harder her hips moving faster and harder.&nbsp; “Oh fuck.” She whimpered. Feeling his hands on her, his cock deeper and faster inside her she moaned harder in pleasure. “Oh fuck yes.” She whispered in her own language but she got the feeling he understood what she was saying.<br><br>Closing her eyes she pushed back against him, her body shaking as she grind down hard on top of him, her lips against his, her tongue against his as she pushed down harder bringing herself closer to orgasm. HE seemed to know what she was ready when he shouted “Cum!” Closing her eyes she pushed back against him almost creaming in pleasure as her body shook. “Oh fuck yes,” She screamed, feeling herself cumming hard in pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 01:09:00</strong>
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				Obey she did. Her scream and the vicing of her body had him tensing and pounding into her as he threw her down on him over and over. He pulled her down against him and fired deep inside her.&nbsp; An unending pool of hot man cream released inside her as he howled in climax with her.<br><br>"AAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKHHHHHHHH!"<br><br>The world narrowed. Nothing matter but gripping and filling her with everything he had. What else there was accounted for nothing. What they were together was something he had never experienced with anyone else. Even the first time with her had been nothing to this. <br><br>A gift. She was that and more. He covered her mouth as he rode down into her passion. Playing her orgasm for as long as she was able to clinch around him and spasm in grinding shudders. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 03:12:55</strong>
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				Arching her back she felt her pussy clamping down harder and faster onto his huge cock her body shaking as she felt him thrusting deep inside her finally shooting his hot load deep inside her tight wet cunts. “Ohhhhh.” She moaned harder pushing down against him.<br><br>Her hips bucking against him as she leant down kissing him deeply, her hands moving over his chest again, her hips slowly moving riding him softly. “Ohhhhh.” She groaned pushing herself against him. She knew that she almost had him, she could tell by his eyes when he looked at her, the groan from the back of his throat as she clamped down onto his cock.<br><br>“Are you happy, love?” She whispered, her lips softly pressing against his jaw moving towards his lips, barely touching them as she pressed herself against him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 23:48:26</strong>
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				Umar lay cooling with his slave girl. Her question had him grinning. He spoke slowly knowing Bashee had been teaching her for several hours. <br><br>"Yes, I am very happy with you," He remarked as he kept her tight against him.&nbsp; He kissed her chin and chuckled.<br><br>Ashira would be handled later. Not in front of the slave girl but certainly handled. This one he wanted for his own. So knew to his use and she pleased him greatly.&nbsp; His wife would not damage this one. He would see to it. <br><br>"You are hungry for me yes?" He asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 03:59:01</strong>
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				Breathing deeply she lay over him her head resting on his shoulders. Sighing she kissed him deeply, hearing that he was happy she smiled softly. Pushing back against him, she moaned softly. <br><br>Looking up at him she smiled softly, “I am hungry for you…can we be…” She tried to think of the word; “together…every night?” She smiled softly at him, her lips kissing his neck softly. “Are you…tired, love?” She whispered kissing him deeply.<br><br>Smiling she kissed him deeply, shifting her hips slightly as she did feeling his cock still inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 20:03:37</strong>
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				Umar brushed his finger tips across her cheek as he looked into her eyes. She was a mystery this woman of the North. A mystery he wanted to know more of. Her heat had called something he had held in reserve.&nbsp; Deeply planted inside her normally he would have kissed the girl and pulled out but there was something about her that had him growing hard once more. He&nbsp; wanted to fill her as she filled the emptiness inside him.<br><br>The last rays of the afternoon spilled out into the room like gossamer spider webs. Bathing them both in warmth. The light played on Umar's robes and reflecting off the dagger that was closer to the girl then within his own grasp. The light reached over the pillows to warm the two lovers that had found a moment they could share in a world where life was cheap and death could be bought. <br><br>The breeze had died yet a sheer linen curtain in the shadow near the corner of the room by the window moved. Umar head lay in that direction. His eyes for his new found joy. Even if he had wished to look he would have had to tilt his head fully back exposing his neck to anyone moving to stand there. A brief flutter to be sure. Yet it moved. <br><br>Eyes dark as the shadow the man hid within watching for the right moment to spring. His target lay on his back in the pillows entwine in a slave girl and certainly focused on pleasure.&nbsp; He saw the weapon out of the Caliph's reach on the pillows near the girl and the thin line of his lips parted in a sly smirk.&nbsp; <br><br>He gathered his legs under him. His own hand slowly moving to the poisoned dagger at his belt. The other hand at the curtain parting it slightly as he bent his knees to leap out. <br><br>The dark robed assassin saw the moment and sprang with dagger in hand.<br><br>&nbsp;"AAAAAYYYYIIIIEEEE!!!" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 03:57:18</strong>
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				Looking down at him she smiled softly, her hands running over his chest, she saw the dagger but was more concerned of him turning her onto her back and onto the dagger, but she knew that if she touched it she would be killed instantly. The moving curtain caught her eye but she didn’t move her head she knew better then that.<br><br>She felt the tell-tale feel of a gaze on her skin, someone was watching them an making every effort to hide. Slowing moving onto her feet she made it seem as if she was ready to go again or turn, but instead she was steadying herself for the attack. <br><br>The air seemed to leave the room as she felt the man stiffen, like a spring he was coiled and ready to go. As the man sprang she grabbed the dagger and was off Umar without a second thought. Diving for the screaming man she grabbed his wrist that held the dagger quickly turning she had pulled his hand behind him as she moved round. Kicking his legs from underhim she forced his own dagger into his back as Umar’s was at his throat. <br><br>“Speak quick and I might decide not to kill you, you dog.” She growled in his ear quiet enough so that he could hear but not Umar, as if to illustrate her point she pushed the tip of his dagger deeper into his back just puncturing the skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 16:45:47</strong>
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				Her movement were predictable. Every slave girl moved in such a way to give her master more pleasure. Offer herself to him again. Or so it seemed at first. Until he saw her eyes shift just before she stole away with his own dagger and leaped as the shout pierced the air.<br><br>Umar, no stranger to hand to hand combat, swiftly rolled to his feet his hand on the assassin's throat. His heart pounding his feet under him and hands ready to cruch the throat of an enemy.&nbsp; But it was his slave, this girl, who had subdue a trained assassin. <br><br>The robed figure knelt before him. She had him in a hold no man could escape. But she looked to Umar. Spoke clearly in Aramaic and held the assassin's own dagger into his back.&nbsp; <br><br>"Kadif!!&nbsp; It was ordered by Kadif!!&nbsp; Spare me!!" The assassin cried out.<br><br>Poison, Umar thought, as he straightened. His leg snapping out and kicked the assassin in the face.<br><br>"GUARD!!" the Caliph bellowed as he watched the man slump in his slave girl's hold.<br><br>The guards rushed in. Eight of them fully armed. Surprised looks on their faces. Umar stood and beside him the slave girl restraining the assassin.<br><br>Umar turned to guards, his face darkened, "A slave girl has done your job!&nbsp; See if you can get this fool to the torturer. I want everything this dog knows!"<br><br>The eight took the assassin from the slave girl as Umar watched. The assassin screaming for mercy. The blood soaking his dark robes as the guards dragged and beat him way.<br><br>Umar turned to the girl who had saved his life. "Are you injured?'<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:31:12</strong>
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				She watched the men running into the room as she held the man, looking at Umar she smiled slightly, the men grabbed him dragging the assassin out the room. She could see on his face that he heard everything she had said to the man.<br><br>She saw the look on his face she bit her lip, the man was dragged out she was still naked. She smiled at his question. “A boy with a knife cannot hurt me.” She bit her lip handing him back his dagger, picking up the assassin dropped on the floor. “I think that by your laws this is now mine.” She smiled placing it on the table making sure that she was seen to be unarmed.<br><br>Moving towards him she pressed her body against his, her hand on his cheek as she kissed his lips. She wanted him to know that she still wanted him, that her knowing his language hadn’t changed her feelings towards him. Pressing herself against him she sighed softly, her lips playing over his as she took his hands in hers moving him back down onto the pillows away from where the assassin was. Smiling she looked over at him as she pulled him down beside her. “Where were we?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 00:29:08</strong>
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				Umar was thinking many things with her comments. It was not so much that she had deceived him or he had assumed she was a barbarian. It was the fact that a slave girl was capable of such skills. Today she used it to save him. The more he knew about her the more he knew she was a mystery to him. <br><br>Her skill alone made her infinitely more useful to him than any in his harem. Her deception must be dealt with and he meant to do just that after he satisfied the hunger in her eyes that mirrored his. <br><br>He found himself on the pillow with her in his arms. The dagger tucked safely near by and all but forgotten as he lost himself in her smile. He pulled her to him for a long hard kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 00:02:42</strong>
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				She was relieved that he didn’t he wasn’t angry, she knew she would need to be punished for that, but atleast it would be by his hand and not his wife. If she remembered what was said bout his laws, since she now had a weapon, (and spoke the language) she could challenge his wife to armed combat, because she had, had her beaten she could make her answer why she did it. If she refused to answer, or could not give a valid reason, then she could challenge her, she would make the terms simple, (with Umar’s permission) if Freya lost she would stop being his slave, but if she won she would replace that bitch as his first wife. That idea was more then worth being punished for holding back the ability to speak.<br><br>Looking at him she smiled as she kissed him deeply pushing him onto the pillows feeling him pull her towards him for a kiss. “I want you.” She whispered as she kissed over his cheek nibbling on his earlobe. “I need you.” She whispered stressing the word need as she ran her hands over his bare chest.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 18:47:22</strong>
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				He chuckled.&nbsp; His hands taking hers as he flipped her to her back. "Trickery is not permitted."<br><br>He held her small hands in one of his. His eyes deep with desire. Focused on her as he took shallow breaths. <br><br>"I choose to punish you now, my slave girl," He said to remind her who wore the chains.<br><br>She was bold. It was plain to see this was no girl of a village. No common daughter of a rabble band. Her people overtaken and destroyed, scattered to the winds yet she remained indomitable in her presence. There was no doubt she had earned her place beside a man of power. A man who could take her with a strong hand and make her love him for it. A man would do well to choose her to give him children. <br><br>Her blood ran thick and her heart beat strong even as he pressed his body against hers to the pillows. His other hand to the chains. He cuffed her wrists over her head as she lay flat on the pillows. His hand spreading her legs as he lifted up. <br><br>His lips kissing down her body. His hand on the flogger that had laid beneath a pillow ready for his use. He raised to his knees staying between her legs. One hand on her knee. The other with the flogger.<br><br>He looked into her eyes as he spoke, "Four, and count each one as you thank me for punishing you."<br><br>He bent to her mound. His lips feel on her clit. Kissing her there. Teasing her with his tongue before raising. The hand on her knee tightened as he prepared to strike her hot wet pussy.<br><br>"Count and thank me," He told her as the flogger found it soft target. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 02:30:16</strong>
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				She smiled at him as he pinned her on her back. “I didn’t trick you love, I just assumed that you would prefer me to be a bit…less educated.” She bit her lip. “It doesn’t change anything…at least this way we can communicate a bit better.” <br><br>Smiling she felt him teasing her, “If it would lessen my punishment in anyway. I know how you can win your war, without losing anymore men.” Smiling she looked up at him, wondering if he would take her offer.<br><br>She felt him fasten her hands above her head, she was going to get punished anyway. Looking up at him she pouted slightly, feeling his hands moving over her parting her legs she felt him teasing her. <br><br>Closing her eyes she sighed at his lips moved over her body, a loud gasp was heard as he ran his tongue over her clit teasing her. “Oooooh.” She whispered as he pulled back, his hand on her knee keeping her lips apart. <br><br>Looking at the flogger she bit her lip. “Alright.” She whispered looking up at him. She felt the first strike, gasping she jumped. “One…Thank you Sir.” She whispered. “Two, thank you Sir.” She whimpered as he struck her again and again. “Three. Thank you Sir.” She bit her lip her body shaking as she waited for the last strike knowing it would be a ‘good one’.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 17:54:34</strong>
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				Her whimpers as he struck her had his cock raging. The strikes were true yet not the strength he would have drawn against her soft flesh had he been enraged. These were of necessity. A rule broken is requires punishment. His type. The stinging and swelling that would build his passion. The last strike came. <br><br>Perhaps not as she expected but as he chose. The whip caste aside. His hand on his thick hard shaft. He bent to her. One hand next to her holding him from her as he swallowed a breast and pressed his hips forward. Striking his engorged cock head along the folds of her slit. Pressing her open. Plunging into her the heat of her core with a loud groan of pleasure.<br><br>"YYYYYeeeeesssss.." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 19:18:33</strong>
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				She moaned as he struck her, biting her lip she looked up at him. Each one was painful but it was soon forgotten with the pleasure that he had given her. Closing her eyes she moaned in pleasure as he took her breast into his mouth sucking harder. “Oh God.” She whimpered her body shaking as he pushed himself deep inside her.<br><br>“Oh fuck.” She closed her eyes, arching her back she loved the way he felt thrusting deeper inside her. “Oh yes…” She whimpered pushing back against him loving the way he felt deep inside her thrusting into her harder then before. “Harder.” She whimpered her hips rising up to meet his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 01:02:36</strong>
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				His hands toyed with her breasts as she thrashed on the pillows. He stabbed into her with his hard thick cock. He cut deeply into her sweltering heat. He pulled out and plunged in. He pinned her legs wide apart with one hand. His mouth drawing in her tits and chewing them one at a time like jerky. <br><br>He raised her hip and pounded her soft sex with his angry shaft. Gripping her and pulling her against him to force her to take his to his root. The entire room was filled with the heavy sound of his balls slapping against her ass cheeks. The wet juice noise of his steel shaft jabbing in and out of her sex furiously.<br><br>He plowed into her with everything he had. Never had a woman pleased him so. Never had a woman taken him fully. He was raging and grunting with each thrust. His body tense. His loins coiled. The pressure mounting to release. Soon. So very soon!<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 00:23:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arching her back she felt him thrusting deeper and harder inside her stretching her tight wet cunt, her body shaking as he played with her breasts. Feeling his mouth on her nipples she moaned she found they were always sensitive when he was fucking her.<br><br>Putting her heels on the floor she lifted her hips up off the floor loving the way he felt thrusting deeper and harder inside her. “Oh yes.” She whimpered, as she felt and heard the sound of his balls slapping against her skin. <br><br>She had never felt such pleasure then she ahd with him, he was amazing inside her, her body shaking slightly. Looking up at him she pulled at the chains. “I can’t stand much more.” She whispered her hips rising up to meet his as she felt herself close.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 20:47:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cum," Umar growled as he thrust faster and faster.<br><br>He too could no longer wait. Her gripping and writhing was taking a toll on his normal controlled pacing. His hand taking her hips to him so quick her breasts were shaking. His mouth captured her in those final raging thrusts. His tongue thrusting to take her mouth as well. Need her to cum and ready to fire. He pounded into her wildly in that inferno that engulf him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:43:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard his command, arching her back she felt herself cumming hard over him, as he gripped her hips pulling him close to her. Closing her eyes she moaned harder, “Oh fuck.” She whimpered pushing back against him, as kissed her deeply his tongue teasing over hers.<br><br>“Oh God.” She moaned her body shaking pushing back against him, “You’re so amazing.” She whispered looking up at him.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 22:49:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He fired as she arched and clenched. Drilling his seed deep inside her as she swallowed him fully. He could not stop until she was quivering against him. Her body drinking the last of his juice. <br><br>He released her hands as he released her lips from that long hard kiss. He stroked her cheek contently as he lay deep inside her slowly softening. He smiled at the blush of her cheeks and his eyes softened as he looked into hers. Fire and ice, he thought. <br><br>He wondered if it was true. If she was part of his destiny. The warnings and promise of his future was in his arms. Or was it his death. He pushed the thoughts aside and smiled. She had much to offer, more than what he had before. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 01:01:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt him thrusting inside her as he came quickly. Feeling him from breaking the kiss and unfastening her hands. Smiling she looked up at him, sighing he stroked her cheek softly. Biting her lip she looked up at him, sighing she ran her fingers over his chest softly.<br><br>She frowned at the look he was giving her, “What’s wrong?” She whispered stoking his cheek softly before her hands moved over through his hair softly. Kissing his lips she smiled softly, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Smiling she looked at him. “I was scared.”<br><br>Looking into his eyes she smiled, “Your wife doesn’t like me.” She whispered, “I think she see me as a threat…do you have any other slaves?” She frowned her fingers running through her hair. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 01:43:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umar captured her fingers with his own, "Shhh.. you worry.." He told her. <br><br>"I have many slaves. A few in the Harem but only a few. Ashira has a temper. I will see that you are under Bashee's protection most of the day. Do not pick a fight with my woman or you will answer to me."<br><br>He tucked her in close, and smiled, "Now the hard part. Cool with me and then there is a game I will teach you. Once I have seen you play it then I will decide if I wish to hear your offerings for defense."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 02:30:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she looked at him, “I would never pick a fight with her…of course I’d win.” She smiled looking over at him. “All I want is to make you happy, but she seems only to make herself happy.” <br><br>She blushed, “I don’t mean to speak out of place…do you have children?” She frowned looking up at him. “I’m sure you’re an excellent father.” She smiled softly looking up at him as she ran her fingers through his hair softly.<br><br>“A game?” She smiled, “I’d love to play a game.” Running her fingers through his hair she cuddled into him, just enjoying the feel of his arms around her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 01:13:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her question of children had him quiet. His features darkened. It was a sore spot with him. He should have had children. Several. But he had none. Slave bitches came and went and his wife was as fertile as the sands around them.&nbsp; When she would take him but there was no pleasure in the use of her, she had made it a duty.&nbsp; He was quick and gone before she could do much more than gasp twice.<br><br>He put up one finger to silence this bitch, "Shhhh..." He told her as he took her hand.<br><br>He then stood and had her standing beside him. His hands to the sheet and&nbsp; wrapped it around her. Grinning he brought her to a board. <br>"Chess, you are black," He told her motioning for her to sit opposite him. "I shall teach you how to play if you do not know."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 03:43:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She saw the reaction being asked about children, running her fingers through his hair she could see what he was thinking. She was about to speak when he shushed her before taking her hand.<br><br>Standing up he wrapped her in the sheet smiling she looked up at him. “What is this?” She smiled as she sat down opposite him, running her fingers over the board she smiled at the different coloured squares. “You might have to teach me.” She smiled.<br><br>After playing for an hour she was starting to understand the game. “You’re a great teacher.” She smiled.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 20:41:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She played chess. Each time getting better. Her moves were different as she thought them out and then moved her piece to protect or attack. It would take little time for her to master the game while others took years, and still other never got past the fundamentals. <br><br>He grinned, "I have a great student." <br><br>He straightened, "You will sleep with me tonight. The morning comes early. You will spend the morning with me and the afternoon with Bashee. I have much work for you here."<br><br>Then he stood and held out his hand. "It is getting late, come." <br><br>He would take her to his bed.&nbsp; Tonight he would not sleep alone.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 01:23:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving out of the room she smiled. “You have work for me?” She smiled, running her hand over his stomach and down. “I guess you do.” She whispered letting her fingers trail over his thigh before pulling back. <br><br>They arrived in his bedroom she frowned, his wife was there waiting for him, laying over his bed wearing very little with silk. His wife scowled at Freya, “What is that whore doing?” She growled at her. Standing up she looked as if she was about to hit her. <br><br>“I was thinking we could spend the night together…you know how much I enjoy it.” She moved towards her husband trying to reach out to grab his hand.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 19:20:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was surprise that Ashira would be in his rooms waiting.&nbsp; A month ago he would have gone to her and loved her all night.&nbsp; But that was a dream he had tossed aside.&nbsp; To her the visit had always been duty and she lay as a beached dolphin motionless and jerking without any hope of pleasure for either of them.<br><br>He dropped his slave girls hand to take Ashira's.&nbsp; He wore a pleasant smile as he turned from the bed to walk her to the door. <br><br>"Two days ago you claimed the woman's illness fell upon you for seven days." Umar reminded her.<br><br>"This is not a whore, she's branded with my mark and belongs to me. Tonight I am going to spill my seed into her and lay with her in my arms because she pleases me."&nbsp; He told her calmly as he opened the door and released her hand.<br><br>"Go to your chambers and bleed for if you stay I will chain you to the floor at the foot of my bed and you may find yourself laying awake listening to a woman please a man." He had called her out for the first time and stood there waiting for her decision. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 19:57:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya smiled as she looked at him hearing him take his wife’s hand leading her to the door, she blushed at the comments he made about her being chained to the foot of the bed.<br><br>She smiled at him as he led her away listening to his words she smiled slightly at him. “Oh my love, I thought that I should wait to tell you.” She smiled at him, “But since this is a happy occasion. I am with child my love.” She glared at Freya.<br><br>“She lies.” Freya growled, “She is barren.” She looked over at him, “she could no more bare you children then a man.” She glared at wife who had a smug look on her face. “And now she uses this to sway your affections, I know I am a slave but even I can see what she is doing.”<br><br>Biting her lip she looked over at him, as they paused at the door she waited everything ridded on whether he believed Freya or his wife. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 01:27:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umar did not turn to his slave. However his hand shot up to silence her, "Enough!"<br><br>His eyes to his wife, "Child or the woman's curse let it lead you to your rooms tonight. I shall call the guards to ensure you arrive safely.&nbsp; You are lucky the assassin did not enter my chambers and discover you first rather than find me in my audience room." He said mildly.<br><br>"You are very lucky," he remarked with more than just casual emphasis. <br><br>"Guards!!&nbsp; Take my wife to her chambers," Umar called out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 03:07:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya smiled at Umars wife, it was a subtle smile that she could easily hide from his eyes. He told her to get out his room, even going as far as to get the guards. As he said assassin her eyes flickered to Freya’s.<br><br>“There is only one assassin I know of and that is her, she will kill you and take everything you own.” She was ranting mad with anger. “She is a devil she will kill you and me.” She screamed diving at Freya who dodged easily. <br><br>“I will not lay a hand you, you are clearly mad.” She said keeping her hands by her side not attempting to move or touch her as the women stood up. <br><br>“You bitch, whore. I will not have you destroy my life. I will tear off your face.” She screamed again this time coming close to hitting her but instead she barrelled into Umar sending them both flying. Moving to his side Freya looked over seeing his wife was unconscious. “My love are you injured?” She whispered softly, her fingers running through his hair as she kissed his cheek then lips softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:00:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umar has stepped in Ashira's path.&nbsp; They collided with force. He was brought to the ground and she lay still beside him.&nbsp; It was his slave that came but he took her by the shoulders and moved her aside. <br><br>His tone harsh, "To the foot of the bed, kneel there and remain silent."<br><br>His wife would need taken to her chambers. His slave... One woman at a time, Umar thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:05:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya bit her lip as he took her by the shoulders, she hadn’t tried to hurt the woman…she hadn’tr tried to stop her either. She didn’t know why had gave such a harsh tone. <br><br>Looking at him she frowned but knelt where he told her. It took all the patience she had not to move, but she was sure that he would choose his wife over her since she was nothing more then a slave. <br><br>Looking at Ashira she could see the hate and anger in her eyes as she started to lash out at Umar, she was like a mad woman screaming and trying to scratch him. It wasn’t until two guards came in and grabbed her arms wondering what they should do with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 00:22:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marriage was alliances. Anyone who failed to understand the purpose a man married rather then had a Harem full of slave girls was daft. What she brought to the marriage was a power alley in her brother. What she gave was nothing short of grief. Umar was fed up with it.<br><br>Her scratching and grabbing had pushed even his patience too far. "You forget your place woman," Umar told her.<br><br>"Take her to her room. She is not to come out until morning," He told them and sent them off with a motion of his hand.<br><br>He would deal with his not so helpful slave girl once they had taken Ashira from his chambers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 01:06:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair, as she watched him going off the rail at his wife, it was so satisfying to watch her sink into depression. <br><br>She looked away as she was dragged out of the room. Looking at the floor she ran her fingers through her hair. “Master…are you alright?” She whispered as she moved her gaze back upto him. She looked at him. “I didn’t want to anger you by restraining your wife…I didn’t want to hurt her.” She bit her lip. “She really isn’t well is she?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 00:59:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You should have remained silent unless spoken to directly," He told her. "I expect that from you. Do you understand?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 01:02:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him with large sad eyes as he spoke before looking down at the floor. "I understand. I am sorry." She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 01:46:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umar bend down and picked up a stool before walking to his slave girl. He placed the stool near his bed and sat. His sigh heavy with concern as he motioned her to kneel between his legs.<br><br>"Come," He told her, "I cannot sleep and you have much to tell me of things you know. Kneel so that I may touch you as we talk."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 02:04:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him, kneeling between his legs she looked up into his eyes. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I am so sorry for upsetting you, but the way she treats you makes me angry.” She takes his hand bringing it to her lips. <br><br>“I’m so sorry.” She whispered, she pulled his hand to her cheek. “You deserve someone who will give you pleasure and children.” She looked up into his eyes. “Please forgive me, my love.” She bit her lip looking upset.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 18:45:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stroked her hair as he listened.&nbsp; He nuzzled the hand on his cheek and kissed the fingers. His hand in her hair pulling her head back to arch her back, he bent to her, his mouth open and suckled a breast. Teasing her flesh with his teeth as he tugged lightly. A warning and a hunger for her, she would learn her place with him and with Ashira. The slave was a slave to all.<br><br>He pulled his mouth from her, roughing her nipple across his teeth before the pop of the vacuum. His finger to her wet tit. Stirring over her nipple lightly with calloused finger and nail.<br><br>"You are a slave, anger is not permitted," He reminded her. "Tell me of the battles you have fought brave slave girl."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 01:37:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Are you sure I can’t be angry?” She bit her lip. “It usually leads to pleasure.” She bit her lip. “And I want to make you happy. I want to give you children….” She bit her lip, as she tried to change the subject. <br><br>“When I was 13, I lead a raiding party on a nearby settlement.” She smiled, “It wasn’t well guarded but it was the first time I was able to fight and be in the lead. We were de for a battle; I led a team of men into the enemy camp at night.&nbsp; It was dirty but we picked the men off one by one, their heads were our trophy.” She smiled looking over at him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 19:12:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers stroked down her belly. He moved off her breast. Kissing her lightly as he listened. Stirring her heat.<br><br>He raised from her breast to look into her eyes. "At 13, a few years ago. So there have been many battles."<br><br>&nbsp;"Here it is different. Sometimes the war is not a proper war at all. Sometimes it is a war of spies and assassins. Here there are alliances. Those alliances are sealed by marriage. I have such an alliance with a power caliph to the west. You were a gift of that caliph. Ashira was the seal to that alliance."<br><br>"There is an army to the east. It gathers strength along the nile. It waits for enough of a weakness, enough of an advantage before striking. This strife with Ashira will not go unnoticed. So I will attend to her tomorrow. I will have you placed in chains for her pleasure."<br><br>"But I know Ashira. Lay still and do not cross her for a day. She will forget you and the proclamation of tonight. If she carries a child so be it. If she does not she is my wife still.&nbsp; Either way you will take me often and if not barren as well shall give me many children. You are mine." He told her watching her reaction as he slowly stroked into her with his fingers.<br><br>"How would you wish to please me now?" He asked.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 00:39:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“I’m 18.” She smiled looking at him, “There are alliances at home, but they tend to last for days instead of generations.” She smiled softly. <br><br>“When I was captured, the men were on a raiding party on an island to the west. When they returned I was meant to be getting married to the head of the Bear Clan…he was proving his worth to my father by going on the raid.” <br><br>“There was no fighting when men from the south arrived, there were only women, the old and young left in the village, I would not see them die, so I made a bargin. I would ensure that no one died if I went with them…but if the men were there then they would have died.” <br><br>“So you might think that I don’t understand about your politics, but I do…more then you know…and I know that I am just a slave to you…” She whispered. “But if you want I will kill your wife for you.” She smiled… “Or anyone else you want for that matter…you saw how well I killed the assassin…” She grinned. <br><br>In response to the question ‘How would you wish to please me now?’ she smiled. “However you want.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:07:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was a library full of information. Her sacrifice great.&nbsp; He had learned of her trails but had thought her surrender an act of a woman for mercy. Now he saw it as an act of a queen to save her people. <br><br>Umar had thought to toy with her when he first saw her. The fire color of her hair and her light eyes an amusement for his pleasure. Yet, even as he took her the first time there seemed more to her, more that he wanted and could not find the words to name for he would not have said Queen in chains but he thought it even then. <br><br>He was still cautious. Something knew could be anything else upon closer examination. She had lied about her language and yet when she could have gotten away she slayed the assassin with the poison of his own dagger. A linger death. One that the torturer in the dungeon would ensure was used properly for any information. <br><br>There were those that pretended in this place and were not loyal to him. The failed assassination while he was in his audience chambers said the traitor knew him very well. The question was who. And he prayed to Allah it was not; they.<br><br>His hand brushed her cheek as he looked into her eyes. Her response to use her however he wanted took on a new meaning as he formulated a plan.<br><br>"It pleases me that you are my Trojan Horse," Umar told her. "I will give you to others for you are only a slave. They will see a slave girl not my weapon. Certainly not my spy. While in their possession you will do as they bid and report everything they do back to me once you are returned."<br><br>"I have traitors here," He told her, "I wish to find them and only that for now. Find them and know them all if there are several. When the time comes then act and not before. It is better to know who is your enemy then to not know."<br><br>"In return I shall claim you for myself," He told her, "Any children you bare will be born free. I shall claim them as my heirs no matter who lay with you. Do this dangerous task and you shall be by my side with no equal. In the Harem you shall be first."<br><br>"Tomorrow I will chain you myself and present you to Ashira as unworthy of my use for you...Giving you to her for a few days that you may learn what she does with her time when she is not offering herself to me." <br><br>"I will send for you, and Basheena is your ally. I trust her with my life," He told the girl. <br><br>"Tonight I will touch you as a man to his woman," He told her. "Giving you my see that you are frutiful." <br><br>His hand to her hair as he leaned into her kissing her deeply. A task worthy of her. Proving her loyalty to him. Serving him so that he might know her worth.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 23:57:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Frowning she listened to him as he spoke about her being used as a spy on his side, she was fine with that until she realised that he wanted her to sleep with the other men she was given to. She frowned not content with the conditions had had given her. <br><br>“If you want me to do this then I must insist on a few conditions. “ She bit her lip looking over at him hoping would accept them. “If I am forced act then you must understand that I do it to save myself or to stop harm from coming to you.” <br><br>“When I come back to be with you, I will be considered free…not a slave not a whore…free…until you seek me off and then not as a slave as an…ambassador…” She looked at him deadly serious.<br><br>“And one more…when your wife is found to be lying about being with child, and your ties with her family are less then secure…I would hope that you would get rid of her and eventually make me your wife.” <br><br>She sighed as she heard the rest of his idea. “Your wife will beat me and try to kill me…if she tries I will kill her.” She looked at him deadly serious. Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair, “But if I am away from you I cannot please you.” She pouted as she moved closer to him, kissing him back deeply she smiled softly. “Hmmmm.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 06:42:44</strong>
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				Her points well thought out. They had merit. However there were things she did not understand about this world and her place in it. But he was stopped from telling her immediately. How could he deny those lips as they pressed again his. <br><br>He kiss her tenderly. Holding her to him. What he asked her to do was nothing more than certain death were she less clever. It would test her. She would earn her freedom.<br><br>He moved from her lips, "Here are the condition I will honor. If Ashira is not with child then she will be sold as a slave. Do this for me as I ask and I will never free you. I could never live without you.&nbsp; You will be my first wife. Rule with me as My Caliphate." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 01:40:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him as she kissed him back deeply sighing she ran her fingers through his hair as she nibbled on his lips softly. “hmmm.” She sighed softly. Feeling him pull back she pouted at him wanting to feel his lips on hers again.<br><br>Listening to what he said she smiled looking up at him. “Do you mean it?” She smiled. “I thought that it would have been the one thing that you didn’t want.” She bit her lip looking up at him. Pressing herself against him she kissed him deeply. “I’m so happy.” She whispered looking over at him.<br><br>Sighing moved towards the bed, looking over at him she smiled, “Come to bed, love.” She whispered smiling slightly. “Let’s enjoy tonight.” She giggled hoping that he would join her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 04:59:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Before he could assure her she had the word of a Caliph she was off and moving again. Alive. She moved like she meant to enjoy every moment of it. As though she had been free all along and it was Ashira who wore chains. Perhaps that was right. <br><br>This girl seemed to want only him. Thrilled to have him inside her. Thrilled to give him children. Unusual flower this woman. It would be insane to lose such a precious jewel but he must test the metal of her courage in the fire of deception. <br><br>He trusted her with more knowledge than his brother. He was thoughtful for a moment. What had Basheena said when he spoke of trust. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Yes, he thought but this girl. Ahhh... this girl.<br><br>He rose to his feet quickly and leaped to the bed. Laughing as he reached for her. He wanted to take her in his arms. Make her his for all times. Make her his. <br><br>"And so we shall," He said tickling her. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 22:56:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling she looked over at him waiting for him to join her on the bed. Running her fingers through her hair she giggled looking over at him. She watched as he jumped in top of her.<br><br>Running her fingers through his hair she pulled him in for a kiss. She giggled as he tickled her. “Hey….no.” She whispered looking up at him. Smiling she kissed him deeply. She wriggled under him as he tickled her.<br><br>Biting her lip she took his wrists placing them on her breast, “There…no tickling…” She giggled, pressing herself against him she kissed him deeply. “I want you.” She smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 22:51:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed and nipped her neck lightly. Teasing her as he settled his hands against her breasts. Caressing her. One hand to her back. Bringing her tight against his chest. He roughed her breast in his palm. <br><br>Adding a kiss on her neck. Higher this time. In that one place that had her moaning as he took her. His breath slowing. Becoming deeper. Her fragrance, the taste of her skin arousing. More than he had expected. <br><br>He brought her to her back fully. His lips brushing hers as he moved between her legs. His shaft semi erect already. His loins quaking with pulsing desire. How quick teasing turned to passion. <br><br>"So you shall,"&nbsp; he whispered against those soft lips before taking them in a long deep kiss.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 23:06:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she moaned softly in pleasure feeling his hands on her breasts as she nibbled on her neck. With his arm around her she was pulled closer to him, she loved the heat of his body against hers, running her fingers through his hair she kissed him passionately.<br><br>As he kissed up higher she moaned, loving the feel of him teasing her. Arching her back she sighed loving the way he felt against her. “Ohhhh.” She giggled pushing back against him; she loved the way he felt against her.<br><br>She smiled parting her legs feeling him inside her, biting her lip she sighed softly. “Hmmm… let’s have some fun.” She whispered, pressing herself against him loving the way he felt pushing up against him. “Hmmmm…” She moaned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 19:31:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umar chuckled with delight as his vixen under him pressed against the heat of his lust. His hand beneath her lifting her hips up. Ready to plunge into her again. Sink himself into the depth of her hunger as his own threatened to over take him.<br><br>"Let me swim in your sweet passion," He whispered against her neck, "Your name. For I would know the woman who will give me strong children." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 00:28:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she felt him lifting her hips up. “Hmmm.” She sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I’m all yours, my love.” She smiled biting his lip softly. <br><br>“Freya…It’s the name of the goddess of love and beauty in my religion.” She smiled, “But the only woman calls me Henna.” She sighs pouting at him slightly. “What should I call you?” She giggled feeling his lips o her neck, running her fingers through his hair she giggled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 22:32:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umar kissed her neck. His voice a rasp against her. "Henna..." <br><br>He pressed his heated blunt head to her. Her inner walls protesting as he entered her. She was so very tight.&nbsp; Her channel gripped his throbbing hunger. He pushing in a little deeper and felt her heat swirl around his cock head fully. He groaned and pulled her tight against him.<br><br>"Mars... like the god of war," He muttered before his passion covered her lips and he swam in the ocean of her desire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 02:31:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling she looked over at him as she felt him kissing her neck softly. “Hmmmm. Freya…” She whispered, giggling softly. <br><br>Biting her lip she felt him slowly pushing deep inside her, stretching her tight wet cunt. “Oh God.” She whispered moaning softly in pleasure, presing herself against him she loved the way he fucked her, she ached for his body again.<br><br>“Hmmm, Mars?” She bit her lip looking over at him, pressing herself against him she giggled softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 05:24:26</strong>
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				"Freya," he repeated and groaned as he scraped deep inside her. <br><br>He inched inside her tight offered tunnel. His hand lifting her hips. His other wrapping around her. He was throbbing. Never had he felt such desire. He watched her with fascination. <br><br>This slave girl wanted him. Took what he gave her and wanted more. He drove deep with each thrust. Slowly. Savoring each stroke. Filling her with his lust. The pressure building in his loins. Gathering in that way as he sought to please her.<br><br>"Oh yess.... lift to me sweet Freya...Take me deep," He whispered.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 01:13:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arching her back she moaned in pleasure, loving the way he felt thrusting deep inside her. “Oh God, I need you.” She whispered feeling his cock stretching her tight wet cunt. “Oh fuck.” She bit her lip.<br><br>The pleasure was intense, she was loving every second of the hard fucking deep inside her. “Oh God.” She whispered looking over at him, lifting her hips up, she pushed back against him she giggled. “I love you.” She whispered, her hips meeting his with each thrust.<br><br>“Oh Mars,” She whimpered, loving every second of him fucking her. “I need you.” She whispered, biting her lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 09:45:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I'm ready..." he groaned as he drove into her. "Freya!!"<br><br>His body built and pushing her to the edge of the orgasm. He could feel her begin to clamp around his hard throbbing cock. He drove deep. His hands pulling her hips tight against him.&nbsp; Impaling her every time he drilled her.<br><br>He was cursing with each thrust. No way he could hold back any longer. She had to cum with him now. <br><br>"AAAAAAHHHH!!"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 18:14:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arching her back as he pushed into her harder, her body shaking as she heard him cursing and thrusting harder, he was on the edge and so was she. “Oh God.” She screamed as she felt herself cumming hard in pleasure. Pushing against him her pussy clamping down on his thick hard cock trying to milk dry.<br><br>“Fuckkkkkkkk.” She screamed pushing back against him. “Oh yes.” She moaned her eyes closed as she arched her back feeling him deep inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 21:32:27</strong>
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				He gripped her in hands that bent steel and welded swords. His voice a roar of lust as his body coiled and tensed. He fired hot creme into her very depths. Wanting her to fill her complete. Wanting her.&nbsp; Wanting everything about her. But there were no words only the fire he gave her and the strength of his arms.<br><br>Hers. Perhaps he had been waiting for her all his life. Perhaps it was destiny that two people named for deities should find themselves caught in each other embrace. Imprisoned in their arms. Melting the heat of their souls together in this union.<br><br>&nbsp;It could not be love. The world was not ready for this love. Nor the war it would bring down upon them both.<br><br>"YEs..." His voice a tenor to her soprano in their passionate duet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 02:50:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands held her in place as he came deep inside her, shooting his thick seed into her accepting body. Running her fingers through his hair she breathed deeply trying to calm herself down as the pleasure washed over her. There was just him, nothing else matter, it was just them together. <br><br>Slowly she turned them both onto their sides, she moved into his arms with his cock still inside her. Leaning up she kissed him softly, “I could fall asleep like this.” She whispered, “But I don’t want to sleep, I want to spend every second with you, enjoy every party of you.” She whispered. <br><br>Leaning in she kissed his lips softly. “I love you.” She whispered, running her fingers through his hair softly she smiled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 10:53:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled the linen around them as they cooled. Her touch kept him on fire. There was no other explanation for it. He could not get enough of her touch.<br><br>There were things that much be done. Things he must see to. Problems they would need to face tomorrow with clear heads. He kissed his finger and pressed it to her lips.<br><br>"Sleep now... tomorrow comes very soon," He said gathering her against his chest as she snuggled her to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 23:41:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Feeling him pull the linen over her she smiled, saying that she didn’t want to sleep. Only when he placed his finger onto her lip she looked at him, she smiled as she captured his finger in her mouth. Keeping her eyes locked on him she ran her tongue over the digit sucking softly. <br><br>Once she released it from her mouth she kissed him softly curling against him. “I know, I don’t want tomorrow to come.” She whispered looking up at him.<br><br>Closing her eyes she was asleep quickly, tired from a testing day, her only comfort was that he was here, and his arms were around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 08:49:11</strong>
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				<br>It would have been a romance if the night had ended with the dawn. It would have been a simple story of two worlds finding each other in a lover's embrace. Life is not that simple. Not that direct. Not that linear. Not this life nor this story. <br><br>Dawn broke with the rising sun. It was an hour later than the forces that came against the walls of the city with their catapults of flaming boulders the size of elephants. It broke and splatter fire up and over the walls. On thatch roofs of the peasants huddles in the poor section of the city. <br><br>The army had come in the black of a moonless night and assembled over the dunes out of sight. They struck fiercely and without warning. The horns at the watch towers sounding too late.<br><br>Umar bolted up. Freya in his arms on the first call. He released her from her chains and her collar. <br><br>"Your weapons. Fight well and they may let you live!" He told her then kissed her hard for what must be their last time. <br><br>A rush of feet from the hallway. His chamber door burst open. His brother still dressing, "The East wall!"<br><br>Umar turned but put back the sword when he saw who it was, "We're on our way! You look for the South wall. They will try that one next!"<br><br>"We?" His brother growled.<br><br>"She is a warrior. Something we have too little of it seems but we are covered in traitors!" Umar growled.<br><br>"SO it seems," Umar's brother agreed, " South then... If it goes ill the cave."<br><br>"Agreed!" Umar said and watched the man charge out leaving three soldiers to wait on him. <br><br>He turned to Freya, "Ready?"<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 23:33:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya woke up with the dawn, the air had some feeling that she had not felt for a while, there was going to be trouble and she didn’t mean with his wife. She lay with her love for a while, running her fingers through his hair as she tried to go back to sleep but it seemed impossible.<br><br>She felt the bnging from the missile hitting the wall, biting her lip she waited for the signal that came a few seconds later. He jumped up she followed quickly he kissed her deeply, smiling she pressed herself against him. “I love you.” She whispered as she picked the dagger up. <br><br>She was a warrior but she would not fight in the nude, she noticed some spare pants, pulling them on they would do, there was no kind of top. “Sorry love.” She whispered as she grabbed a sheet off the bed cutting a strip off she wrapped it round her back then up over her breast passing over her chest before fastening it behind her neck. <br><br>She watched his brother arrive as she cut another strip, folding the top of the pants over she wrapped the strip round her waist fastening the larger pants around his waist. Finally ready she pushed the dagger into the fabric belt hoping it held. <br><br>“For a fight?” She smiled as she took his hand. “Always.” She giggled as she let him lead her out to where he wanted to go.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 06:35:47</strong>
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				<br>Umar eyed her. Nice but not for war. He'd find someone. A boy. One of the recruits. But for now they raced to the wall. It was where they would fight. As he ran other ran with him, towards the wall. The boiling of pests attempting to climb over into the city. <br>His war cry called them to him. They came forward to fight as an army or die as slaves. He pointed to a boy soldier. <br><br>"Remove your armor and go home to protect your mother!" He turned back to her, "Freya, put it on quickly. We fight!"<br><br>He turned from her. He could not wait she would need to catch up. He charged with his army to meet the enemy already on the there. It was the crushing of two elephants as the sides collided. The thunder of a volcano. It was the sound of war.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 20:12:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She followed him frowning as he told a boy to take his armour off, she looked at it. “If I put that on I won’t be able to move, let alone fight.” She sighed as she looked at him. “I will be fine.” She smiled stopping the boy from giving his armour over.<br><br>Heading over to Umar he charged, but as she arrived several men headed over to her. She smirked slightly as she sideswiped his sword slitting his throat with her dagger. She jumped as two men aimed for her, she stood on their throats doing a somersault as she plunged the dagger into the back of the neck of a man that was about to strike Umar. “Miss me?” She smiled. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 23:09:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umar grinned, "More than I can say!"<br><br>The fight was on. The wall was teaming with death carrying swords. They leaped down on the defender as Umar and his army fought them hand to hand. <br><br>He glanced over and saw several of them along the cat walk to the main gate. They were working their way along. He could tell their goal was the chain to raise the gate. If they got that and raised the gate the city was lost. He had not room to maneuver. Even if he could get to them his armor was in the way.<br><br>"Freya!" He bellowed above the din of battle. "The gate stop them. I'll get the wall!"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 00:17:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he directed her to the catwalk, to the men fighting everyone off. She jumped much as she did onto the swords of two men using the line of them to the walls to run along their shoulders quickly making ground to the wall, she ducked down every so often slitting the through of an enemy within reach. <br><br>Heading to the wall she jumped up using the man below her, her fingers catching in between the bricks, quickly she pulled herself up using her feet quicker then her hands. As she caught the top she jumped onto the edge running along past the fighting men to the front. <br><br>“Get out of my way.” She shouted jumping onto his shoulders, plunging the dagger into his throat, she was covered in blood, looking over at the other men she stood up. “Leave, or die.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 04:57:26</strong>
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				<br>There was no hesitation from three of them. They had never found a woman who could fight. The fourth man, the man who saw the way the weapon was held, the way she vaulted and twisted in the air for the killing strokes held back.<br><br>"Wait!" The fourth called out.<br><br>The three laughed as they came after her with swords. The cat walk was narrow. They were beefy and their swords large meant for bold wide swings. Certainly not on the cat walk where balance and short strokes might damage more.&nbsp; But they wore armor and though it was the same fight as on the ground. <br><br>Perhaps it was... <br><br>They launched themselves towards her. Sorting out who came at her first in single file instead of how they might have taken her on the ground. No way to surround her. They would meet her one at a time on a narrow blank without rails. <br><br>The fourth man turned back to the chain and put his back into it. He was trying to raise a door that required two or three men.&nbsp; But he was desperate. <br><br>Perhaps...<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 02:38:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked as they headed towards her, she kept her stance low her legs spread her arms over her knees as she looked at them. She grinned as they attacked her one at a time, it would be glorious. <br><br>The first one got to her, she spun on her right foot her shoulder hitting his, just in time for the dagger to pierce through his spine. The second stopped jabbing his sword at her, as she was distracted he managed to hit her arm, she didn’t cry out she grabbed his wrist, the sword piercing the skin on her shoulder, all the way through just missing the bone, wrenching the weapon from his hand she held onto his wrist as she pulled the blade from her arm promptly slicing his head off. <br><br>Letting go of his arm she struck the blade of the sword before her, knocking it to the ground she stood on it, bring her own up from navel to neck, she let him writh is pain on the floor.<br><br>She must have been a sight, her skin and the white sheets she had made int clothing now drench red in the blood on her enemies. “You…you have two choices, and running isn’t one of them.” She shouted as the man stopped.<br><br>“You can kneel before me and pray to whatever god you choose, and have an honourable death, or I can knock you out and let them interrogate you.” She smirked. “What is your choice?”<br><br>The man looked at her, then towards the exit but he realised he had little choice, he walked over to her taking his helmet off he started to pray. With one slice he was dead, picking up his head she grabbed a fallen spear placing the head on top, she got on top of the gate. <br><br>“Enemies…I warn you now, leave or your fate will be his.” Plunging the makeshift pike in between two bricks she got off the wall and down making her way back to Mars, cutting down any men that tried to attack her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 00:14:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mars fought with fiendish abandon on the wall of his city. His sword slicing time after time. Cutting his way to the ladders. He came with few strong men but together they were hedging the tide as they pushed back the attackers. <br><br>He heard her challenge the gates and grinned. There were cheers from his soldiers. He rallied them to him. Taunting those that held back to best the soldiering of a mere girl.&nbsp; It worked. Those timid burst forward and raced toward the fiercest of the fighting. He stood in the middle of it fighting those that would enter without permission and take what he would not give.<br><br>Mars look around for her from time to time knowing all too well how quickly the tide of battle changed from one minute to the next.&nbsp; There were still many to kill. His forces were committed. <br><br>Yet from near the gate two bowman immerged. Casting for the one man who they must stop to open the city. One pointed in the thick of the battle at the wall. The other nodded. Both reached for an arrow from their quiver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 03:34:08</strong>
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				Freya seemed to have a 6th sense about war, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, someone was aiming for Mars, she could feel it. Looking round she saw two archers aiming for him. “Get down.” She shouted quickly, but over the din of war it would not be heard.<br><br>She was no adapt with a bow she could not shoot them, there was… Rushing over to him she grabbed a shield from a man waiting for the second they fired she jumped pushing it in front of him just as the arrows hit. “When I say get down I mean it.” She growled hitting a man off a ladder with the shield. <br><br>“ARCHERS.” She shouted to the men who had taken her place on the wall. “Kill them.” She pointed to the two bowmen who looked scared shitless at the Fury that had descended on them. She noticed a sigh beside the general was a familiar figure, it was Mars’ wife, she had no doubt known about the attack and wanted to share his bed to kill him before it happened, Freya vowed to kill that woman and she would.<br><br>As she stood beside Mars the enemy forces started to retreat, she realised that her arm was bleeding still from the sword that went through it. Cutting some of the material off the makeshift belt she wrapped it round her shoulder pulling it tight to stop the blood. Turning to a man beside her she said. “I want the heads off all the enemy soldiers killed placed on spikes and arranged around the walls. They will come again but see what we do to their dead they might thing twice. Oh, and burn the bodies, let the God breath in the smoke and see what they have caused.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 01:03:17</strong>
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				Mars barked orders to his general. She was right, the heads as a reminder what happens if you don't take the City. His eyes everywhere until he was sure the enemy was retreating. She had been right about that too. Damn woman!<br><br>He turned to thank and scold her then saw how much the fighting had taken from her. The red of an angry would dripping in places down her body. <br><br>"You!! Have the healer to my chamber at once!" He growled at a messenger. <br><br>"Freya," He called his voice tender as he lifted her to his chest. <br><br>His General at his side. He spoke to the man quickly, "See out my brother and see how many were lost. Get those standing with nothing to do shoring the walls. It seems my lady wife is with another tonight. Pity she was not killed slipping over the wall."<br><br>For that he eyed the general, but said no more. "All in good time," He promised as he took Freya into the Keep.<br><br>"Did anyone tell you it's not good to stop swords with your arm?" He asked her as he entered the main audience chamber.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 02:10:40</strong>
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				She scooped her up into his arms, smiling she looked over at him. “You don’t need to carry me love.” She whispered, she tried to pull back from him but she had all the energy of a kitten. He carried on speaking to his general, she smiled slightly at him. <br><br>Taking her down into the building she smiled, “It’s just a flesh wound don’t be such&nbsp; girl.” She smiled weakly at him as she knew that her arm had been pierced. Smiling she looked over at him. <br><br>“On the plus side, I’m no longer a slave am I?” She smiled as she prodded him, “I saved your life, and the city.” She giggled her fingers running through his hair, leaning in she kissed his lips softly. “I love you.” She whispered pressing herself against him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 06:44:45</strong>
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				<br>Mars quirked a brow and gave her a crooked grin at her statement. His pace quick. She seemed to pale. <br><br>"I should have never let you with Basheena!&nbsp; That old woman talks to much," He remarked.<br><br>There were four women waiting as he came into the room. The injured laying everywhere.&nbsp; The large area set up as a temporary hospital. The old woman running the show from one table. It was where a slave wiped the vinegar. It was where he brought Freya.<br><br>He placed her down on the table. The old woman cocked her head and he replied quickly.<br><br>"She's a warrior now."<br><br>The old woman cackled then tore linen. "Yes, my lord. I shall attend to the warrior at once."<br><br>Mars hovered. His officers reporting to him pulling him a few steps away from time to time. His eyes on her as Basheena looked after her. Freya had earned her freedom and his child.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 16:38:11</strong>
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				She smiled at him, her hand on his cheek softly, she felt herself getting weaker. He placed her down as the old woman came over to her, Freya smiled as he called her a warrior. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled softly at him, the old woman started to see to her wounds.<br><br>“You are lucky your were fighting anymore, you’ve lost a lot of blood.” She carried on working, it took an hour to patch her up and sew the wound closed. Basheena finished by giving her a sling once she was cleaned up and in fresh clothes. <br><br>Calling Mars over she told him to take her to the baths, to get rid of the blood, then to bed. Freya smiled as she looked over at him, slowly she sat up. “Are you my official escort?” She giggled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 00:23:14</strong>
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				"Apparently," He said with a smirk taking her in his arms once more. "Bath." <br><br>He was taking long strides as he barked orders. Food and drink were first. The orders for the watch. Interrogation of prisoners. Finally he sent a messenger for his brother. <br><br>Then he turned his attention to Freya as they entered the Harem. "Your next on my list."<br><br>He called out to the Harem servants. They came hurriedly. "Prepare the bath!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 01:27:11</strong>
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				She smiled softly at him as he carried her along barking orders. When he turned to her she smiled, “Thank you for putting me on the list.” She smiled, “I hope you’re going to join me in the bath.” She smiled as they entered the Harem.<br><br>Sighing the were shown to the private baths that were already filled because they heard he was on his way. they showed them to a pirvate bathroom, smiling she looked over at him. <br><br>A few of the girls fluttered around him trying to get him to invite her into the bath and get rid of ‘the girl’. She smiled turning to girl she glared at her, she quickly left she smiled as she looked at him. “I think you can put me down now.” She msiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 07:54:48</strong>
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				He teased her, “Who is the Caliph?”<br><br>He held her in his strong arms. It wasn’t much of a chore to walk her into the private pool of waiting hot water. He had not missed the look she gave to the servant. Nor did he miss the servants attempts for his attention. It amused him that she had so quickly claimed him.<br><br>Yes she was a fine catch for any man strong enough to keep her. He was such a man and she was his. They were bound together in this struggle as they were bound together in this life. <br><br>He walked her hip deep in the water and gave her a mischievous look, “Shall I put you down now, Warrior?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 03:35:21</strong>
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				“And who saved the Caliph’s life AND stopped the invading armies from gaining access into the city, AND scared them off…me!” She smiled teasing him back. “Well you did most of the scaring…you really need a shave.”<br><br>She had claimed him because she had won him, she was not the type to share, if she was a slave fine but she was a warrior she would kill anyone that tried to attract his attention before she let him leave. She smiled as she looked at him, her hand running over his cheek as he walked into the water.<br><br>“Do not think about dropping me, I have enough strength to take you down.” She giggled. “Besides you wouldn’t want to hurt me would you?” She purred pulling him down for a kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 20:33:55</strong>
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				Mars roared with laughter. Her hands guiding his lips to hers in a hungry full kiss. He slowly sank into the hot water. Lowering her with him until they both were up to their shoulders in the healing warmth. <br><br>In the morning, he'd be out chasing the army of his enemy. Tonight would be spent with her. He kissed her again. Long and deep in thank you as if she were a prayer answered. And she was.<br><br>His hand to the sponge of healing herbs. His eyes alive with the fire of his love for her, "Strip for me and I will wash the battle from your body."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 22:37:09</strong>
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				Freya smiled as he kissed her back deeply as he sank down into the water she pressed herself against him. “I know what you’re thinking…you shouldn’t chase them. We need to fortitfy our position and wait until they attack again. Once they are in a siege outside the kingdom I shall infiltrate the camp and kill the generals as they sleep.” She smiled at him. “How does that sound?”<br><br>Standing up she walked over, standing in the water she reached up carefully unfastening the tie of her top before taking the belt off and the pants. Smiling at him. “Alright…I’m ready for you.” She smiled sighing softly.<br><br>“Just be gentle with me…I’m wounded for you.” She pouted at him.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 01:09:07</strong>
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				He thought about what she had to say. Considering it. It had merit. He would think on it tonight and have an answer for her in the morning.<br><br>For now it was time to watch.... wash her up and down. He smiled as he walked slowly to her. <br><br>"Of course," He said, "How else is one to treat his Queen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 01:33:22</strong>
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				She smiled as he walked over to her, biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. “Are you alright?” She ran her fingers through her hair. <br><br>“I’m you’re Queen am I?” She smiled warmly at him as she walked toward shim kissing his lips softly. “Come and wash me we can have some fun.” She smiled wrapping her arms around him as she kissed him deeply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 23:52:30</strong>
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				The sponge all but forgotten as he embraced Freya his Queen. He had named her so in the bath. Tomorrow when he spoke with his generals he would announce it.&nbsp; <br><br>They had seen her in battle. There was no question she had a place in his court. He would not replace any of those men. It was be their worst fear and tomorrow he would alleviate that. There had been problems with their defenses from the start. It was not unknown to him. <br><br>He was glad he had not taken time to refortify before he knew the traitors among his most trusted.&nbsp; His wife and his brother would not have lingered once the enemy attacked.&nbsp; If he found the man that life would be his to do as he pleased. <br><br>His focus on the battle and treachery today was soon set aside like the sponge as he gathered his woman into his arms to bath and love her.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 01:50:29</strong>
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				She smiled as she kissed him back her fingers running through his hair. Leaning in she kissed his lips deeply. “We shall, fight back my love…we shall control this land.” She grinned pressing herself against him, “I want you…” She smiled.<br><br>Pressing herself against him she sighed softly, pressing herself against him she could see his mind was elsewhere. Running her hand over his cheek she kissed his lips deeply, sighing she waited until he was back.<br><br>“I love you.” She smiled pressing herself against him, her fingers running through his hair. “Are you going to wash me? Because I’m still covered in blood, Love.” She smiled pressing herself against him as she gave him the sponge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 19:23:17</strong>
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				He nodded. His hand to the sponge she offered. He began to paint her back with the lather as she pressed against him. <br><br>"There is no doubt your thoughts," He said as he planted kisses on her neck.<br><br>The Harem bath a private place. But nearby there were deep mumblings of men. The lilting voices of woman replying. Umar looked expectantly in that direction. <br><br>"Someone brings important news, Freya." He whispered.<br><br>He motioned to the slave girl attending them, "Allow them entry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 05:27:45</strong>
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				She smiled as she felt the sponge running over her back. “hmmm.” She sighed her backside pressing against his crotch, the reaction she was provoking from him was what she expecting.<br><br>Smiling as she felt his lips on her neck, “Hmmmm.” She sighed, she could hear the men talking as well, she knew that whoever would be in the room soon, he was their King afterall.<br><br>“I can hear my love...I hope that it is good.” She whispered as she took the sponge from him moving to the back of the pool furthest away from the door so she could wash her wounded shoulder and the rest of her body as he talked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 01:17:17</strong>
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				Umar stepped from the pool. The slave brought a towel he wrapped about his waist then she drew the linen across the pool and came to serve her new mistress.<br><br>Two of Umar's Generals and his most trusted advisor, an ancient man named Salar using a staff to walk, came to their Caliph.&nbsp; They gave the curtain of the pool a glance before Salar spoke up.<br><br>"May the god of destiny smile on us this day," Salar began, "A glorious battle and victory."<br><br>"Yes, yes what else?" Umar said impatiently.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the older of the General who reported, "The Sularian forces have gathered their strength less than five leagues."<br>Alarming. Those defeated should have fled. Now they collect their numbers and reform. Ready for another attack.<br><br>"Surely they would not fling themselves against the walls of this place again so soon?" Umar spoke.<br><br>"Not the walls this time my lord," The second general stated.<br><br>'The wells!" Umar exclaimed, "But how?"<br><br>"A tunnel Caliph," Salar said hesitantly.<br><br>"My brother!," Umar growled, "And with my own slaves."<br><br>Umar spoke as if to no one. "Freya, would they dare risk an attack at dawn to the walls and attempt to breech the tunnel and enter the city underground at the same time?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 01:42:13</strong>
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				Freya heard what the men speaking she got the feeling that it was serious. Getting out of the pool the servant wrapped a robe around her tying it at her waist and a button at her hip covering her body as much as possible.<br><br>Pushing past the linen apart just after Umar asked her the question. “Hmmm…” She sighed, “They would risk it, but they will only send enough men to distract us, probably in waves, these men wouldn’t be very good fighters and I dare say the attack from under the city wont be much more…but enough to split the fighting so that the rest can go over the top…” <br><br>She sighed as she rubbed her forehead. <br><br>Salar looked at the woman, “You’re taking advice from a slave?” She smirked slightly, but ignored him.<br><br>“Right…if they can use the wells so can we. Chances are they wont go near the wells until the last possible minute so we’re no made suspicious. I need your 6 best assassins and someone who knows those tunnels. I also need you to block the entrances when I’ve gone through…” She looked at Umar.<br><br>“Why do you need 6 assassins? Woman.” The man looked at her again scoffing at her request.<br><br>“Well I would have just taken 4 but I can’t fight as fast…so I need a little help.” She smirked. “If you’d remember back an hour ago I was the one that caused them to retreat.” <br><br>“You were lucky.” He scoffed.<br><br>“Oh yer? Do you want to test that theory out? I might be a woman but I will kill you.” She smirked.<br><br>Looking at Umar, she smiled, “Whilst I’m destroying them from the inside out, I want vats of hot oil placed on top of the wall where the men tried to storm. I have a few more ideas…” She smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 23:30:59</strong>
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				"Enough!" Umar said finally at the bickering. <br><br>"There is an enemy who knows us too well hoping for this. Something to divide us. Have us at our own throats. It is how we let them win!"<br><br>Umar looked at both Salar and Freya sternly. "We know what they plan. We have options. Listen to this Warrior for the merits of her suggestions. It is that simply."<br><br>He gave Freya a warming look as he spoke, "Two more ideas.. We have time to listen to only two more before we must begin to act. Tell us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 23:41:15</strong>
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				“If I can only give you two then fine, jars or bottles of oil, and a lit cloth inside, have them thrown at the men, because of the oil it will spread and hopefully burn them.” She smiled slightly. <br><br>“But if I was doing the siege I’d poison their water, putting a corpse into source but that’s me.” She sighed, “What I’ve said already would be enough.” She ran her fingers through her hair. <br><br>“I should get ready but I want those men to meet me in one hour...alright, two” She smirked slightly looking at Umar, she wanted to have some fun tonight. “If I’m successful I’ll come to the front gate alone, so please don’t try to kill me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 00:03:55</strong>
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				Umar took her grumbling with a grain of sand. She could not know the walls themselves had ears. She was foreign and this was unknown to her. Besides most trusted did not mean complete trust given.&nbsp; <br><br>She was young and impatient. He expected that also. Her teased prompted some of his own.<br><br>"If there is a front gate, and it remains shut before you, then we have also been successful and loath to just leave it open. So knock."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 03:05:39</strong>
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				She smiled “If I’ve been successful there wont be a first attack.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “You know what, just me. I’ll go.” <br><br>Taking a look at him she ran her fingers through her hair, taking his hand she smiled “We have things to discuss.” She smiled as she led him off into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed she looked at him. <br><br>“I’m sorry, I don’t like being called woman.” She sighed, “But I can do them myself, but if you wanted to join me I’ll make sure you get into the tent where your brother and wife is before we’re found out.” She smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 19:00:59</strong>
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				<br>Umar look at the men gathered to him. "Two hours in the Audience chamber. Bring the men you hand pick."<br><br>He walked with her to his bedroom in silence. She had dared and challenged those of his company. His trusted. Damage done which he would need to repair. Now he listened until it was time to speak.<br><br>He pushed a stray curl that swept across her eye as he pulled her to him roughly.<br><br>"You cannot defeat the world alone in one night. You are injured. And while you are about the business of killing those in the tunnel beneath this city I must be who I am."<br><br>He was not sure she understood what he meant. She was foreign and not aware of the ways that men lived on shifting sands.<br><br>"I am Caliph of this City. These people. It is those people we rule and defend. I will take my place along the cat walks fighting off the enemy as they scale the walls because only then will the City fight." <br><br>"When I lead all things are possible. And I must lead."<br><br>"You must bridle your tongue for now. These men are loyal to me and tonight you have damage that loyalty by handling them so roughly. No one doubts your strength or bravery. Be brave and strong for me, take those men we have decide upon and clean out that tunnel while I keep the enemy off the walls."<br><br>"Tomorrow we will chase my lady wife and brother into the desert. In two hours we kill intruders."<br><br>"Now you are mine and we must plan," He said and sealed her lips with a long hard kiss.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 19:51:03</strong>
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				She looked at him, he was annoyed, things were done differently here she knew that she had angered him. Kissing him softly she ran her fingers through his hair softly.&nbsp; “I have done this before more damaged and younger then I am…” She sighed. <br><br>Kissing him softly she pressed herself against him. “I’m trained to do this. I know you can’t come with me, I was trying to throw people off the scent.” Running her hand over his chest softly she looked up at him. <br><br>She was told off for being too harsh to those men, his men, he was right. “Love, I am sorry for being harsh but I have learnt that to be taken seriously amongst men you must prove yourself.” She sighed looking up at him.<br><br>Sighing she looked at him. “I’m sorry love.” She whispered. “I will try to be more servile in future.” She bit her lip. <br><br>Kissing him back softly she ran her fingers through his hair. “What do you want to plan love?” She whispered.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 18:44:57</strong>
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				He listened as she acknowledged her mishandling. For all her skill she was still new to this life. Bold. Courageous. Assuring that any sons from her body would be as she. Her touch soft, so different from the swift slicing of her sword. <br><br>"The desert is unforgiving. If you become lost hide in the sand during the day. Move at night when the moon is out. Take a goat skin with you. Thirst is great in this land and water precious. The sand is unforgiving."<br><br>"There are rocky outcroppings two days to the east as the sun rises. If you are cut off from the city go that direction and I will find you." <br><br>Then Umar fell silent for he had been told there were siege weapons in great number waiting on the other side of that rise. This would be a fight to the death.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 00:06:12</strong>
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				Running her hand over his cheek she moved closer to him kissing his lips softly. “Love, I’m sorry, I should have realised things were done differently. You must admit thought I will only ever be a slave to those men…because I’m a woman.” She whispered. “I can spend my life trying to prove that I am more then what they think I am, I know that I shouldn’t care…but I do because of you.”<br><br>She listened to his words what she needed to do. “I will take every precaution that you say. But it will not come to meeting you at the rocky outcrop. I promise.” She whispered. “However if it does go wrong, you won’t be there, you already said you’re the city…and the city can’t live without you so I must do what I can.” <br><br>Running her hand over his cheek she pulled him close to her, kissing him deeply she wrapped her arms around him. Trying hard to hold back the tears, she was sure that this was the last time they would be together, unless they were very lucky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 06:06:00</strong>
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				Umar kissed her as if it would be their last hour together. His hands holding her to him as he brought her down on the bed. The towel she wore he opened to kiss down from her neck. Taste her once more before they went into the last best desperate fight. <br><br>They would have this one day and this one night together. He shared himself with her in their slowly intimate dance. His lips pressed to her in hungry kisses. His hands touching giving her the pleasure that would light her passion. Burn her as she burned him.&nbsp; <br><br>Cheat time for an hour. Touch and love her in that hour as if it was a life time. Perhaps it was.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 00:26:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She kissed him back deeply, running her fingers through his hair, kissing him deeply she sighed softly as he moved her down on to the bed. The towel fell around her as she looked at him. Smiling warmly she pressed herself against him, “We will live, we will fight just try to come back with all your limbs intact.” She smiled kissing his lips deeply.<br><br>Arching her back she moaned softly in pleasure as his hands roam over her. Pulling him over her she ran her fingers through his hair. “I need you.” She smiled.&nbsp; Pressing himself against her she kissed him deeply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 05:23:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He came to her. His hands touching her fire as he moved against her. Settling between the heat of her legs. His mouth covering hers in the fires of a kiss. Expecting her to remember that kiss until the sand had washed over the city.<br><br>An hour of pleasure. He began to stir the embers of their hunger. His heart thundered and he placed her hands to his chest. Sinking his hard weapon slowly inside her fortress. Provoking her desire as he gave her his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 21:48:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping she pressed herself against him as she kissed him passionately. Her hands running over his as he moved over her soft skin. He moved her hands to his chest, her fingers digging in slowly. Pressing herself against him she arched her back as he slowly pushed inside her.<br><br>Closing her eyes she moaned in pleasure, her hips rising up to meet his. “Oh Mars.” She whispered. “I love you so much.” She bit her lip blushing pushing back against him loving the way he felt thrusting deep inside her, stretching her tight wet cunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 01:10:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mars drove into her in that fatal hunger. The all consuming kind that promised no relief until he had driving her into their share ecstasy. His hands touching her everywhere. There was her as he entered her in a rising pace with the panting of her breath.&nbsp; <br><br>Together tonight. Tomorrow who knew. He was lost in the kiss and inflamed passion. There was no tomorrow. Only now.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:45:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she felt him pushing deeper and harder inside her, she felt the pleasure coursing through her vains. Pushing back against him she moaned harder as she pushed back against him.<br><br>Pulling him down for a kiss she ran her fingers through his hair, pushing against him she arched her back loving the way he felt thrusting deep inside her. “Oh God.” She whispered, time seemed to slow with each touch; each kiss the moments in between did not matter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 00:06:56</strong>
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				There were moments in life that endure. An eye blink that changes forever. Tragedy that was averted. Blessings born and reborn. Perhaps this was a moment in that way. A time where this touch, or that soft gasp changed the two people throwing themselves wildly into each other. <br><br>It is never certain what future might bring. Each path takes on different events. Winding out into one life trailed by ribbons of what might have beens. <br><br>They had nothing between them in the fury of that one kiss. Reason abandoned. Hot passion emerging from the cocoon of lust. Breaking thru their reserves, blinding them to anything but the thundering storm that crashed around them as they clung desperately to each other. <br><br>His gripping in the final moments he thrust upon her. The only word escaping from the fever of his body as his loins coiled releasing his torrid storm inside her.<br><br>"Now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 04:39:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Passion filled their bodies, coursing over her, she loved the feel of him inside her. Arching her back she moaned softly in pleasure, running her fingers over his body she moaned softly in pleasure. “I love you.” She whispered.<br><br>With each second they moved closer to orgasm, their body in one feeling each other with pleasure. Pushing back against him she felt the fever coursing through her.<br><br>“Oh God.” She moaned her body shaking as he said ‘Now’ she felt herself cumming hard, her body shaking as she exploded in pleasure, arching her back she screamed, her pussy clamping down hard against him,
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 01:11:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Her passion a sand storm breaking around them. His voice breaking over their torrid love making. Clinched and held deep inside her as she accepted his life giving seed. <br><br>The spiraling after math even as he held her still wedged deep inside her. He throbbed in that tangled of random eruptions. So much to delight every pricked nerve of him. <br><br>He opened his eyes as he searched for her lips again. One last kiss and then another. They had to separate. He to defend the city and she to attack those jackals that plague it. <br><br>There was no question their task. They must on both quarters stop the intruders before they and the city were lost. Taken. Enslaved.<br><br>He smiled regretfully. His hand brushing her cheek as he memorized her features in the torch light. <br><br>"Go before I change my mind," He told her as he placed her hard wom dagger's hilt in the palm of her hand.<br><br>"And return to me swiftly."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 05:12:59</strong>
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				As her body started to relax against him, she kissed him back softly, she didn’t want to leave him she needed to stay, to be with him forever but that owuldn’t happen.<br><br>Looking deep into his eyes she knew that this was goodbye, for now. he told her to go, she nodded, “I will be back love, I promise.” She took the dagger, kissing his lips softly she left the room.<br><br>Quickly getting some clothes and water from another room, quietly she headed out back into the heart of the city. Standing by the wells the others were waiting there, “Lead me to their camp.” She whispered looking at the 6 assassins that had joined her.<br><br>The journey through the tunnels took an hour, they waited at the entrance at the other side for an hour until the moon was high enough for them to see. She direct two men to stay behind, the others were to come with her.<br><br>Another hour they were on top of a large dune, looking into the array of tents, they weren’t arranged in any order, but it seemed as if the very middle one was where Mars’ wife and brother were staying and they were circled by the troops. <br><br>“We cut them off at the head…try not to kill the troops, we can’t hide every body. Kill anyone who seems to be in change, make your way to the large tent in the middle. Once there find the Caliph’s brother and his wife, I want them restrained. I repeat do not kill them… I will be leaving at dawn, if you are not there by then I shall assume you are dead. Good luck.” She broke them up each taking a different route into the camp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 18:41:46</strong>
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				One minute Freya was at his side dressing even&nbsp; as he&nbsp; dressed. The next she was&nbsp; gone. A slave came quickly to assist with his chain maille shirt. His swords, the bastard at his back the vicious curved gherka bladed cutting edge at his side.<br><br>He stepped before those defenders as he walked from the Palace. His face determined. A hand to the shoulder of this man, that boy. Torches around the walls. His eyes focus on the defenses. <br><br>There would be no brave words. The task ahead was clear. He raised his hand to silence the cheers of those that would defend the city. His voice strong in the still of the night.<br><br>"To the Death!!"<br><br>It was the waning moon. The dark of false dawn. The time when even strong alert men grew weary. It was then that the first sound came to one or two defenders at the East wall.<br><br>A creaking of wood. The labored breaths of beasts. As the sky lightened from the thin line of the sun slitting open the darkness so that light leaked thru along the horizon of their world silhouettes appeared. Shapes rose well above the ground. Great towers. Towers as tall as 12 men shoulder on shoulder. There were three of those towers. Standing silently beside each tower was the arm of a catapult. <br><br>It was not until the sky lit up with flaming comets from those catapults that the full alarm was raised. Men ducked, horses screamed in terror and bolted under their burdens at the market as the first volley shot over the walls to crash into the market. Flames spilled out on to huts and roof tops alike. Fires ignited and soon those at the East wall were standing in silhouette against the flames consuming parts of the City.<br><br>It was then the footmen came. It was then that the battle commenced. Arrows shot thru the air in cloud at those along the wall. The walls reigned rocks on those below. The Towers lumbered forward bristling with death to settle against the walls, two against the East. A single tower harried the North delaying the reinforcements now under attack.<br><br>The battle joined raged on.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 04:27:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had no idea of the battle that was raging, before she moved from the top of the dune she said a pray to her gods and to his, asking for swift actions that no one would suffer and for both of them to be safe and unharmed. <br><br>Standing up she tried to ignore the feeling from her arm, it was healing but she was not 100% and this was going to be hard without him…now it would be near impossible. She slipped unnoticed into the camp, the foot soldiers were at the battle along with most of the generals. The guards that were there were easily evaded, as she crept from shadow to shadow, her feel were bare, she could feel the sand underneath, she wished she was home feeling the grass and woodlands that she missed so much.<br><br>She shook the thought from her mind, she was here with her love, her destiny. She saw the assassins approach the central tent a few seconds after she did. She held the back with a signal, they would come in when needed but until then…no one came in. <br><br>Slipping inside she found Mars’ wife, his brother and who she thought was the enemy leader asleep in a naked sweaty heap. Moving over to them she quickly slit the major arteries of the enemy leader’s neck and arms, he bled to death without knowing. Standing there she waited until he was gone before she moved. <br><br>Slowly and tenderly she ran her hands over the Caliph’s brother’s arms pulling them forward infront of him, he was still asleep it was eaiser then she expected. Gently she bound his hands together, infront of him.<br><br>There was noise outside, as an assassin burst through the tent trying to fend off a guard that had appeared. His brother woke looking at her as she finished tying the knot. He looked started, as he was about to say something Freya stuffed some fabric in his mouth. Delivering a quick right hander to him he slumped to his side dazed and confused. “Move and I’ll kill you understand.” She fastened his hands to the foot of the dead enemy, (literally his foot, he might have been able to run but could he do it with the dead weight of his friend?)<br><br>The Caliph’s wife was awake desperately trying to find an exit, the assassin killed the guard turning to look at Freya he didn’t know what to do. “Get back outside.” She shouted. <br><br>Crouching on the sand she looked at the startled Ashira. “I guess I can safely assume that you’re not pregnant.” Freya smirked as she placed the tip of her dagger on her thing spinning it absently. <br><br>“You.” She screech, “You turned him against me. You made me do this.” She sat up grabbing the first cloth she could trying to cover herself.<br><br>“I made you betray your husband, run off with his brother and have sex with him and the enemy leader? What kind of woman are you?” She spoke, looking at her she shook her head. “It is not for me to decide what to do with you, if it was I would have killed you the second I walked in.” <br><br>Standing up she walked over to the cowering woman, before Freya could move Ashira pulled a dagger cutting her calf, it wasn’t deep but it brought her to her knees infront of her, the right position to go for her neck.<br><br>Jumping she quickly dived into the woman pinning her hand to the ground, her other hand to her throat. “In here.” She called out, one of the assassins grabbed the knife from her arm. Pulling back she threw him a length of rope, “Tie her hands behind her and gag her.” She ordered, wrapping a makeshift bandage round her leg she sighed. <br><br>“What are we going to do with them?” He asked once she was tied.<br><br>Freya moved to the dead leader, taking her dagger to his neck she hacked his head off. “We’re going home.” She said looking at him, she stood up, the man’s severed head in her hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 01:00:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				War was not neat. The battle boiled over and splashed blood against the walls of the City.&nbsp; Splattering men, slickening equipment, dripping off hilts and making them hard to hold. It whirled as each side gave and surged forward. It lasted for days in seconds. In a heart beat a life time is taken.<br><br>It was mid day when the walls were about to be breeched. Mars pulled what was left of the defenders to the wall at the gate. The weakest point. He himself stood as the first among the few. The handful&nbsp; waited for the final surge. The great tsunami of the enemy that would lunge forward and thrust at the gate once more. <br><br>He thought of her. It did not seem possible that she would have fled. He guessed she fell bravely in battle at the tents or below. Perhaps she was waiting for him to join her in death. He would soon, he thought and gladly. <br><br>He wished only to roam the world with her for all eternity than without her for a short life time.<br><br>LOOK!" A soldier pointed over the wall, "The enemy is leaving!&nbsp; Can it be true?" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 01:24:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She called the other assassins back into the tent, four of them stood. Pointing to one she said, “Go help the two at the entrance to the water surplies, tell them its over, finish off any other guards that attack and by the Gods do not let the bodies go into the water or we will all be dead in a month.” He left quickly heading back towards the caves and tunnels they walked through.<br><br>Pointing to another two, “Take a prisoner each, do not cover them, their sins shall be laid as naked as they are. Hold them tight and keep them walking. To the last she said quietly, “Walk with me, my leg is injured and I am weak. Help me up when I fall but do not carry me.” He nodded understanding the orders, “You will all be rewarded, by the Gods and by the Caliph.” She smiled, praying that he was still alive.<br><br>With the head in her hand she walked in front slowly before the two prisoners the assassin at her side in case someone tried to attack. The guards in the tented city looked at her, but said nothing as they pass, their leader was dead and the conspirators were being brought to the city.<br><br>Word spread quickly that the war was over, their leaders dead. Half way to the city the men had stopped fighting and headed over to her to see what was happening. Moving onto a small dune she looked out over the soldiers. <br><br>“Soldiers, men, I know that you want to go home to your wives, and families I will not stop you. But remember the mercy I have given you today, I might look like a weak woman I brought down the army and brought down the corrupt leader.” She lifted up his head, there was a shocked silence around the men.<br><br>“So let a message go out over the lands, if anyone wants to start a war…I will finish it.” She looked at them hoping they got the message. “Go home.” She commanded, they did just that, a few hurled insults at the Ashira and the Caliph’s brother. <br><br>Carrying on the walk, she arrived at the city 20 minutes later; the assassin from the wells had already reached the city before her explaining what had happened. The gate was lowered ready for her, walking in slowly she didn’t know what to expect
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 00:27:59</strong>
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				Mars waited at the gate. It stood open in welcome as she came. His hand clenched the reigns of his own stallion.<br><br>&nbsp;An Arabian as black as the night with a powerful neck and chest. Intelligent eyes looked to those returning as it's ears perked forward. <br><br>The wounds on his body were nothing to the pounding of his heart as he saw her walking on her own. He would not shame her by rushing to her but it took all his strength to wait for her to stand before him. <br><br>"You're late my Queen!" He called out to Freya.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 00:56:29</strong>
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				She saw him on the horse she smiled, trying hard not to rush she walked over to him. “I’m not late…I’m on time, you’re just early.” She smiled at him.<br><br>She handed the head to the assassin beside her. “A present for you, along with these two.” She pointed to the traitors behind her, she moved to him. “You need to decide what you want to do with them.” She ran her fingers through her hair.<br><br>Reaching out she ran her hand over the neck of the horse, “It’s finished.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 01:36:54</strong>
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				Mars bent down and pulled her roughly into the saddle in front&nbsp; of him. His hand on the severed head of the enemy. He tossed it to the only general still alive.&nbsp; <br><br>"On a Pike outside the gate that all may know the City is free!"<br><br>He turned to the two,&nbsp; "Tomorrow morning they are to be stoned in the quarry outside the city!"<br><br>He stood on the saddle and spoke to the crowd gathered, "Tonight we feast to celebrate our victory and my QUEEN!!"<br><br>The city went wild with cheers as he tugged the reigns and guided the animal along the path back toward the Palace. He smiled and waved to the cheering throng. Their spirited replies and well wishes he received with a broad grin.<br><br>His voice soft against her, "the healer my queen. Then rest in the pillows as we feast." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 03:53:54</strong>
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				She smiled as he pulled her into the saddle, she was happy to feel his arms around her. turning to the crowd she smiled talking to a few, most of the people just wanted to touch her to see that she was real instead of a flame haired daemon that had come to aid them.<br><br>They headed to the palace, “Normally I would tell you not to both with the healer but I am too tired from my arm.” She smiled looking back at him as they arrived at the palace, slipping off the saddle she ran her hand over the horses neck again as she waited for her love to walk around to be with her. <br><br>They walked into the palace only to be met by the women of the harem fawning over him, trying to get him away from her. “Women, you know what I am capable off, so get out of my site.” She spoke loudly, they jumped and ran away. She looked at him. “Just because you have them doesn’t mean I’m happy to let you use them.” She smiled, “You are mine…all mine and no one elses.” She wrapped her arms around him as she kissed his lips softly. <br><br>Breaking the kiss she whispered, “and I will kill you while you sleep if you anger me.” She smiled pressing herself against as she kissed him back, she was kidding about that…or was she?<br><br>“I love you, Mars.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 22:16:45</strong>
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				"What use have I for others now? Tributes and gifts as you once were. There will be more as we announce our plans for that nation that dare to attack us but none shall be in my bed."<br><br>"I named you Queen before our people. I share with you equally throne and bed." He told her before his lips covered her in a hard steamy kiss. <br><br>They walked to the healer. Those milling about the Palace bowed or saluted to them both. The chambers full of injured a table clear and someone came to them. <br><br>"If it please this way," the small boy said with a quick bow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 23:02:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him as she kissed him back deeply, her fingers running through her hair. They walked to the healer she saw all the injured people, frowning she looked over at him. <br><br>She looked at the small boy, following him to one of the healers. He saw who it was and motioned to a private area, she followed him in with Mars. Sitting down she unwrapped her bandaged leg. The cut was deep, it was just adrenalin that was keeping her moving.<br><br>“You should not be walking on this, I can fix it but it will take time.” He saw her bandaged arm, sighing he shook his head, muttering something about women shouldn’t fight. She ignored it as she held Mars’ hand waiting for him to clean, sew and bandage the cut. <br><br>A good 10 minutes she carried on, biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. Looking over at him she ran her fingers through her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 04:51:50</strong>
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				It took a while. Her leg and arm badly injured. She would wear the scars of a warrior. An assassin, Mars thought as he watched. <br><br>He too was tended. There was a gash. The stroke of a well placed blade down three ribs. The others were superficial. <br><br>"You will sit beside me as we enjoy the banquet they are preparing. Those you have taken will be displayed on posts. Hands chained high and gagged so they make nor disturbance as we feast."<br><br>"We shall discuss their fate more fully then and anything else my Queen would speak of." He said. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 05:15:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled warmly at him as they were both seen to, running her hand over his cheek she kissed him softly. “I am your Queen now, but I would like us to go though a bonding ceremony…something my people do.”<br><br>Running a hand over his cheek she kissed him softly. “All I need is a few things and some time to prepare them.” She smiled softly. <br><br>They were eventually told they could go, standing up gingerly she offered him her hand, “I need to sleep before the meal…I’ve been up all night.” She giggled softly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 06:26:21</strong>
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				Mars took Freya's hand. "We shall sleep in the pillows of the Great Hall. Let them see we are human. Let them see we are ready even as we see to ourselves and each other."<br><br>He brought her under his arm as they walked aiding her. "We shall talk about a Ceremony tomorrow.&nbsp; After all is concluded and those responsible have been punished."<br><br>"You are right my Queen. We both should rest with dagger near this time," He winked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 17:31:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him. “Sleep will be good.” She sighed as she pressed herself against him. “I love you.” She whispered. He wrapped an arm around her pulling her into the great hall where they could sleep.<br><br>Pressing herself against him she smiled, “Until tomorrow.” She smiled, they headed over to some pillows. Making sure she had the dagger with her she sat down, lying down next to him she curled into him. “Hmmm….” <br><br>“Sleep well.” She whispered, leaning up she kissed him softly before drifting off into a deep, well deserved sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sleep. Blessed welcome sleep. He closed his eyes as he lay against her. His own weapons near at hand. What did it matter they slept in the open. Better open with room to fight then closed in a room and sealed off from escape. <br><br>The day had been spent as 2 normal days one right after the others. Her injuries and his a culmination of events they had not foreseen. Sleep was as needed as food and drink. Sleep was for the body and mind. <br><br>He rested against her. The Palace was alive with activity. Their location was isolated from it. Those capable administrators who handled day to day affairs began to take the damages and send out work crews. <br><br>It would be late afternoon before anyone expected the Caliph and his Queen to wake. They were probably right. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She curled into him not caring about anything else at the moment, she would care about the others later, now it was time to sleep.<br><br>She woke up a little before him, looking at him she smiled, her hands running over his chest as she pressed herself against him.<br><br>Someone walked over to her. “My Queen come with us.” It was some of the female servants. “You need to have a bath and get some clean clothes.” One of them said. Freya followed her into the bathhouse, a few minutes later she was put into a saltwater bath to help with her wounds. After the saltwater the women helped her into a normal bath, they washed her hair and made her more presentable for the Caliph.<br><br>After getting washed they dressed her in soft cotton and silk, whilst they dried and arranged her hair. She felt so different then she had a few days ago, she was so happy to be here with the man she loved, even if it had nearly cost them their lives in the process.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 07:09:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He woke with a start. She was no longer against him. He saw the trail of servants and only then relaxed.&nbsp; He stretched slowly wrinkling out the sour and pain before standing. His own servant waiting. He went to the bath house to be with his advisors. <br><br>They spoke to him briefly as he bathed. He would have much rather had her company but this could not be helped. He dressed in the robes of office. An office they had fought for. Here they would make the city their own.<br><br>Here they would rule. <br><br>He stepped from the bath in his garments. His advisors with him. They came to the audience chamber chatting to await his new Queen.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 16:30:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she was dressed she was shown to the audience chamber, she smiled as she saw him. She walked over to him her leg a still stiff from the injury she had gotten from his wife. <br><br>Sitting down next to him she smiled. “Hello.” She whispered looking up into his eyes. “How did you sleep?” She bit her lip, as she held his hand softly. “SO what happens now?”<br><br>“I mean with the traitors and the city…it’s a mess out there.” She whispered. Running a hand through her hair she smiled at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 00:17:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood for her as he saw her. His hand out to her as she snuggled against him. <br><br>"You are truly a Queen," he replied as they sat among the cushions upon the throne.<br><br>"First we like the city regain our strength. Defenses are in place for the night. We shall watch the traitors die slowly tonight. Tomorrow after we have rested we shall survey the city and rebuilt."<br><br>He clapped his hands. "Bring the feast and the traitors."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:51:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him, “I have a few ideas about the city, but that can wait until tomorrow.” She smiled as she squeezed his hand softly, letting go he clapped.<br><br>A feast was brought before them, as well as the traitors. A plate was filled for both of them, she smiled eating their dinners. <br><br>She looked as the traitors were brought before them, Ashira glared at her, “You whore, and you did this.” Freya looked over at her, “I believe that you were the one who was trying to kill your husband.” She replied.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 18:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both Ashira and Omar's brother were brought to kneel before the Caliph and his Queen.<br><br>It was Ashira that fell forehead to the floor begging for mercy, "Jealousy my love!"<br><br>&nbsp; "Forgive me. I only wanted you. He... he forced me! He raped and forced me to turn on you. Telling me things to believe him!! "<br><br>"Spare me great Caliph!" she cried out. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 18:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya looked at Mars as she spoke, she held his hand squeezing slightly. She would have cut her throat as she begged but it wasn’t her decision. <br><br>Leaning in she whispered, “It’s entirely your choice.” She bit her lip, she didn’t know if he was going spare her, she was scared that he might have change his mind. <br><br>As she said ‘Spare me’ Freya had, had enough. “Silence, you speak of forgiveness after causing a war, after nearly destroying this city and all of it’s people.” She glared at her. “I suggest you be quiet or I will be forced to silence you.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 21:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mars held up his hand for silence. <br><br>His voice coarse with the power of a Caliph, "Ashira, you betrayed the city that protected and cared for you.&nbsp; Your fate will be as you wished upon this City. You will be taken out into the desert. Striped and staked out. Left to die slowly."<br><br>She wailed. Crying for mercy as they dragged her out by her feet. <br><br>There was no mercy in the Caliph's eyes as he watched until her cries and pleas echoed from some place beyond the Palace.&nbsp; He turned to the man kneeling before him.<br><br>"Blood of my blood. You could have had anything. Yet you betrayed me," Mars said as the younger man hung his head in silence.<br><br>"In the morning you will be taken to the promenade overlooking the Temple. It is there I will behead you myself. Give him to the hounds tonight."<br><br>"Take him from my sight. I have no use for a traitor," Mars directed.<br><br>Tears from the kneeling man's cheeks as he was dragged away. No sound safe the crying of several women. His wife whom he betray as well. Yet they had given him children. A blessing Mars had yet to receive.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 04:32:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him as he spoke, knowing that he was right to condemn them, they had betrayed him, the city and tried to murder everyone, there was no excuse for them.&nbsp; She saw the women crying she knew they were his wife and lovers. As the man was lead away and Mars sat down she leant over whispering. <br><br>“Love I know that he was a traitor but he was your brother, I know you can’t be soft on him, but promise me you’ll take care of his wife and children.” She took his hand.<br><br>Stroking his hand softly she just wanted to spend time with him, “I love you.” She whispered, leaning in close to him she sighed softly, trying to comfort him as best she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 06:51:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her touch like a magnet. His arms swept her to him. In that moment he needed her. Her voice was reason and peace. He nodded. His brothers wives and children would be cared for. He would see to that and the rebuilding of their city.<br><br>In the morning he would rise to see the traitors punished. Tonight he would morn the loss of a brother in the arms of his wife.<br><br>He stood slowly. His arm still around Freya as he spoke.<br><br>"We shall not rebuild. We shall make our city better!" He announced.<br><br>There were cheers. They cried out his name. Her name. Called her Queen to his Caliph and wished them long lives.&nbsp; It was enough that he left them with hope and their enemies lost. <br><br>He spoke softly to her. "I am weary and in need of rest. Come join me. Let us sleep."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 23:11:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt him pull her close to him, running her fingers through his hair she looked up at him. He stood slowly and spoke to the other people, they cheered and saying their names.<br><br>Running a hand through her hair she smiled at him. “Let us sleep.” She whispered, taking his hand she headed to his bedroom.<br><br>Getting him into his bedroom she smiled, “Do you just want me to hold you tonight?” She smiled as she got undressed moving to the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 01:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mars walked with Freya at his arm in silence. A nod to her as she recommended sleep. His shoulders sore. He walked straight, head up, eyes on the throng. Once inside the his sleeping chamber his shoulders sagged and he sighed deeply. <br><br>He removed his robes and let them drop to the floor. He had kept a city and lost so much more. <br><br>“Yes sleep with me tonight,” He said quietly as he folded his arms around her. “And all other nights.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 02:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Freya smiled at him, as they got to his room, she watched him undress after her. Falling onto the bed she smiled. “I meant did you just want to sleep instead of making love.” She whispered kissing him softly.<br><br>Curling into him, “I’m happier to sleep tonight, I’m so tired.” She whispered looking up into his eyes. “Are you alright my love?” She whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 04:47:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled the covers over her. Her concern in her tone. He was preoccupied with tomorrow. It could only be that and he had told himself the very same thing. A Caliph would ensure the traitors were finished in the morning and life would go on.<br><br>It was how he pushed any other thoughts away. He would not lose his nerve. Yet he found no respite tonight as he snuggled against her.<br><br>“Yes, I am weary. Sleep is welcome,” He said.<br><br>“I wish you to accompany me when we tour the city. See the damage with our own eyes. We can talk about how to fix what we have seen with the engineers and the other advisors after the noon meal. I will have to gates open in three days. This is a trade route. We cannot delay the caravans or those from the port.”<br><br>“Tonight let us sleep,” He resolved and kissed her before closing his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 03:03:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he pulled the covers over, running her fingers through his hair she smiled softly at him. Pulling him in towards her she ran her fingers through his hair. <br><br>“We will talk about tomorrow, tomorrow.” She smiled as she kissed his fore head softly letting him settle onto her as he fell asleep. Closing her eyes she fell asleep with him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled at him.<br><br>Waking up in the morning she realised they hadn’t moved, running her fingers through his hair, she kissed his forehead softly, hoping that after today it would be the start of their new life together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 16:44:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mars slept fitfully against her. The rage of yesterday gone with the coming of the dawn. Sadness replaced it. Sadness that his brother had cast his lot with an enemy and that his wife had thought to betray him so brilliantly.&nbsp; <br><br>His decree would kill them both today. It would end nothing. The purpose was to stop anymore traitorous behavior from those two. It would keep them from being an asset to the enemy that was still out there waiting. <br><br>His part then would be to carry it out swiftly and move on. It was the face he would show to those he ruled. His private face would be turned to Freya for support later. A time when they were alone. <br><br>Her hand caressing him. He opened his eyes to the love waiting there. He took her hand and kissed her palm.<br><br>“Morning dear Queen,” He whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 17:04:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him softly her arms still around him, she felt him stir him taking her hand kissing her palm. Pulling him closer to her she kissed his forehead. “Morning.” She whispered, she looked into eyes not wanting to move just yet, not wanting to talk about today.<br><br>Leaning down she kissed him softly, pulling her arm from around him she shuffled round so she was leaning against him. Pulling back she smiled as she pushed a lock of hair from his face. “Just think…in a few years we might have a few children disturbing this scene.” She smiled as she kissed him deeply.<br><br>“I hope they have my hair.” She giggled softly, as she cuddled into him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 19:13:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He returned her kiss. Her arms inviting. He held her against him. Children. He had wanted and now that want might be realized. Strong sons and warriors, brazen intelligent daughters, all gifts from this woman. <br><br>He smiled his thought pulled back to her. The Queen that lay against him. <br><br>“The city will change. We will rebuild and reshape it. It begins here. The Palace will no longer hold a harem. That place shall be ours. You are all I need.”<br><br>His hand stroked her back. His thoughts drifting again to the tasks for today. <br><br>“Let us rise. Close the past. Change our legacy this morning.” He whispered to her. “This afternoon as the sun is at it’s zenith we and our city will prepare for a new beginning.”<br><br>“ Tonight when the sun sets we shall eat and drink to those who have fallen then fall into bed entwined and claim the night as ours.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 00:21:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she kissed him deeply, running her fingers through her hair, “I love ou” She whispered, “This is our time to make changes that will help the people.” She smiled, “It’s time for a new start.” She pressed herself against him kissing him softly.<br><br>Pulling back from him she stood up, walking to the dresser she realise it was full of his wife clothes, “I think that once the people are settled that a new set of clothing might be acceptable.” She smiled softly as she pulled something on. It was not her style but it was covering her.<br><br>Looking at him she offered him her hand. “Come we have a long day…the sooner we start, the sooner we finish.” She whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 04:33:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mars was dressing as Freya was looking thru the wardrobe. He turned and frowned. Her hand offered. He shook his head.<br><br>“No,” He told her.<br><br>“You can’t wear that,” he said and turned to bark orders for someone. <br><br>“You are not second hand wife. You are a warrior and my Queen and you shall be dressed in your own cloths before we leave.”<br><br>He hadn’t finished his statement before there was a mad rush of servants and slaves ready to do his bidding. He turned to them. <br><br>“Armor and an outfit for the Queen. Those other things. Burn them by the gate so that Ashira can see them as she is taken out into the desert.”<br><br>He took Freya’s hand and pulled her to him. “Today, I need my Queen at my side.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 05:04:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed as she looked at him. “There are more important things to worry about then clothes.” She tried to stop him but he seemed to have his own ideas. “I don’t want any armour love, I work better without it remember…besides today is not a day for fighting it is a day for peace.”<br><br>Running a hand through her hair she kissed his lips softly. “I love you too, I will be by your side.” She pulled back from him so she could dictate how she wanted her clothing. She told them to just make one outfit quickly, not too over the top and then a few others. She opted for loose pants with just a little embroidery and a bandeau top with a sheer lace covering. <br><br>She told them what else she wanted but she could wait for them to be ready. Her outfit was sewn together quicker then she imaged, she pulled it on. Thanking them she looked at him. “I know it’s probably not what a Queen wears but frankly it’s way too hot for anything else.” She winked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 03:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her kiss warmed him and he waited for her to be dressed properly. It was the peasants and the merchants that must see her in her own garments. <br><br>The horns of judgment echoed in the Palace. The sun had cleared the horizon. It was time for the sentences to be carried out. His own hand at his brothers sword would end that life. He held out his hand to Freya.<br><br>“Let us not delay.” He said resolutely. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of War. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 03:06:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip as she got dressed, there was a loud noise she looked at him. It seemed to be a signal of what was going to happen next. Taking his hand she squeezed it slightly. “Yes my love.” She whispered.<br><br>They headed out into the courtyard, looking at him she squeezed his hand again. She was here…and she would never leave him. “Let us do what must be done.” She whispered.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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