The Escape (Tales & Josietta)
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				Title: <strong>The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 07:42:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">BACKGROUND STORY INFO</span>:</span></div><br><em>On a remote island along the equator, Marcus and Serafina live enslaved to sadistic mistress who keeps a dungeon full of exotic slaves for her daily enjoyment.&nbsp; Mistress Nereida has ruled this tiny island city state with an iron fist; drawing in crews of ships with the lustful beauty of her female slaves, enticing the captains of ships with wine and song that weakens the will, and enslaving them all to do her bidding through use of force when necessary, but usually through the use of chemical persuasion that weakens the mind to an agreeable state.&nbsp; Her tactics are cruel, her sadism is ruthless, and her desires are dark.<br><br>Over the three years that Marcus has been enslaved on this tiny island, he has known many abuses at the hands of Nereida.&nbsp; Once, as punishment for refusing to lick her foot, Marcus was flogged, and then salt poured into his wounds.&nbsp; A week later he was given a second chance to submit, and upon refusing, was stripped naked, bound to a standing X-frame wooden structure and pricked with hundreds of needles around his nipples, his scrotum and all along the shaft of his penis, and his buttocks held apart by some contraption so that needles could be places around the anus.&nbsp; After 24 hours of excruciating pain, the needles were taken out one by one by Mistress Nereida, and as each was withdrawn she asked if he would now like to lick her feet.&nbsp; By the fifth such pulling of a needle, Marcus relented, believing the pain would end.&nbsp; Mistress Nereida made 4 other slaves hoist her above Marcus' head so that he could complete his required task while Nereida fingered herself to completion above the heads of her slaves, covering them in her sweat and salty cum.&nbsp; It was in this moment of torture that Marcus vowed to escape this hellish prison one day, and to be free of his chains.<br><br>We enter the story when a new slave has been taken for Nereida's dungeon, a young woman of renowned beauty named Serafina.[/size]</em><br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/--CharacterImages--The_Escape.jpg)</div><br>In the grueling tropical climate of the island, Mistress Nereida took delight in seeing her slaves suffer under her tutelage.&nbsp; Today was to be no exception.&nbsp; A new ship had harbored in the cove, and was bringing ashore a new assortment of fresh "stock" for her inspection.&nbsp; Amidst the typical supplies purchased from these deliveries were several hand picked men and women of refined beauty.<br><br>Nereida liked to have all of her slaves in attendance when she brought in a new charge, so her expectations could be adequately demonstrated.&nbsp; On this occasion, Marcus was to be her 'example,' and she had been preparing him for a week.<br><br>As the new herd of slaves were lined up in her courtyard, Marcus was brought to the center to kneel where the Mistress addressed her new acquisitions.&nbsp; "You will live for my pleasure, and my pleasure only.&nbsp; From this moment on, your bodies are not your own, your minds are not your own, your will is not your own.&nbsp; I own every bit of you.&nbsp; If I should take pleasure in your receiving pain at my hand, or those of my guards, you will receive it and thank me for it when I am done."&nbsp; <br><br>With her last words she walked up to Marcus and tangled her fingers in the mat of his hair on his chest and pulled with all her might to extract them.&nbsp; The popping sound it made resonated within the walls of the courtyard.&nbsp; Marcus bit his tongue, even though every fiber of his being wanted to reach up and break her neck, he knew he would die before he reached her...and then what point would his actions have had?&nbsp; He simply opened his mouth and said, "Thank you, mistress," in a clear tone, so that all could hear.<br><br>Nereida then grabbed the hair on the back of his scalp and roughly forced his head to look upward while she looked down into his face and spat into his eye.&nbsp; "I will now cause you misery, slave," she said.&nbsp; And misery she did cause as the guards came in and stood Marcus to his feet, stripping him of his close for his Mistress' delight.&nbsp; She approached with the flog, and landed the first blow across his abdomen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 19:58:47</strong>
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				Stepping off the boat amidst a sea of people, all roped or chained together, a young beautiful girl tried to see just where they were being taken. What sort of island was this, that so many people were taken as slaves for one woman's pleasure. Her deep blue eyes scanned the area before her as they were halted before a woman, that she could only assume was the island Mistress. Listening to her words she already wished for a way out of here. She stared at the handsome slave that rested on his knees next to her. The way he withstood her tortures made Serafina wince. She felt sorry for him and wondered just what he did to deserve being the group example. <br><br>When the cruel woman had him stripped free of his clothing, Sera looked away. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment for seeing his flesh yet the first swat of the flog across his middle resounded in a whipping sound and her eyes were directed back toward them. The young girl couldn't bear for him to take so much pain just to be an example. Without thinking she called out toward them.<br><br><strong>"Please! Stop! Please, milady... what did he do to deserve such treatment?"</strong><br><br>Her eyes burned with pain for him and her brow furrowed in confusion and misunderstanding. The young female didn't realize that Mistress Nereida only did what she did out of pleasure of her own, not for any other reason. She didn't meet the Mistress' eyes, but looked to the slave that was being tortured as if to say 'I'm sorry you have to go through this.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 20:33:41</strong>
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				Nereida was unpleased.&nbsp; She halted the flogging of Marcus, but left him standing naked before the assembled onlookers.&nbsp; With menacing anger in her eyes she approached the new slave that had dared to speak to her in such a fashion as she had.&nbsp; Not caring for her name, but only wishing to make an example of her, she grabbed her by the back of the hair and push-led her to the middle of the courtyard where Marcus stood.&nbsp; Nereida made sure her eyes were level where his freshly shaved pubis was directly in front of her.&nbsp; The signs of frequent abuse and torture to his manhood evident on the skin.<br><br><strong>"You have just volunteered to be my second example, dear,"</strong> she said to her.&nbsp; Pushing her to her knees she nodded to the guard, who landed a strike on Marcus' back and buttocks, reddening him a deep scarlet hue.<br><br>As the flog struck, Marcus' body shook.&nbsp; His flaccid penis and scrotum swaying with the jerking of his body with each blow.&nbsp; Without warning, the guard struck his prick with a cane, doubling Marcus over in pain.<br><br>As the blinding pain subsided, he looked up and saw the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.&nbsp; He looked at her, willing her to stay silent and endure with patience the events yet to come.&nbsp; It would all be over as soon as the Mistress' desires were sated.<br><br>Nereida laughed at the strike to his prick.&nbsp; A deep belly laughed that filled the courtyard with her cackling voice.&nbsp; She spoke then,<strong>"When I am pleased with the pain I have given you,"</strong> speaking in a loud voice to all, <strong>"I provide...<em>comfort</em>.&nbsp; Now, new slave...I want you to kiss this man-servant of mine...kiss him where the can just struck."</strong><br><br>As she said the words, she kept her fingers tangled in the girls hair and pushed her toward his crotch.&nbsp; Nereida nodded to one of the other guards, signaling to him to move toward their little group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 03:38:34</strong>
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				<br>Sparkling blue eyes widened with surprise as she continued to have the guard use the cane on the poor guy. She winced as it hit his most private of places and looked away. She knew the Mistress would call her out and had hoped it would at least lessen the affect on the slave she had held at her mercy. Serafina had no idea she would be the center of attention in such&nbsp; lewd manner that was called to her next.&nbsp; As Marcus withstood the pain of the caning she was brought forward. She saw the pain in the mans face and his pleas for her to keep silent but she just couldn't do so. It wasn't in her to allow others to bear a pain she may help lessen. <br><br>When Nereida continued to laugh at the pain she inflicted, Serafina found that she was truly as malicious as suspected. She did not care if comfort was given after, the pain should not have been shown to begin with, in her opinion. As the female gripped her by the hair, the dark haired beauty winced and cried out being shoved down toward the abused manhood of the man now standing before her. She almost gagged at the thought of it, but she knew that if she didn't do something, he would more than likely be caned again. <br><br>It was just a kiss after all, nothing more. She held her breath and closed her eyes as she was pushed forward. Her soft yet parched lips brushed against his sore and limp member. A bead of sweat dripped down her brow as she just left her lips to kiss lightly at the wound. She didn't continue after the first peck and tried to make it clear she was complying but didn't like what she was doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 21:17:46</strong>
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				Mistress Nereida, in her sadistic thrill of the moment reached down and stroked Marcus just enough to harden him, before the flogging continued.&nbsp; She reached down and lifted the girl up her shoulder and hissed in her ear, "You woke him up, lovely, now he'll have to be put back to sleep."<br><br>The flogging of Marcus continued, this time the flogger wrapped under his ass and slapped his testicles, causing his knees to buckle until he fell to the ground.&nbsp; Once bent in two, he crawled to Nereida's feet and kissed the toe of her boot before saying simply, "Have mercy, Mistress, your slave can take no more."&nbsp; The man's pride was wounded.&nbsp; To be treated so brutally in front of the rest of the slaves, especially in front of one as beautiful as this new slave...Marcus could take no more.<br><br>He waited for what seemed an eternity before the flog was dropped on the ground, the guard who had been using it silently dismissed.&nbsp; One of Mistress Nereida's great joys was to make her slaves clean the implements that had recently been used in their own punishments.&nbsp; His job would be to clean the leather thongs of the flog with soapy water before oiling the leather and putting it back in its case for later use.&nbsp; He crawled backward, scraping his knees on the harsh gravel beneath him until his face was next to the instrument of his recent beating.&nbsp; Somewhere, a cane would be found, and that, too, would have to be cleaned.<br><br>There was never any kindness from the Mistress after one of these sessions.&nbsp; It was all about fulfillment of her own needs to inflict misery on others, and she had been sated by Marcus' pain this day.&nbsp; He hoped this would save others the embarrassment and humiliation he had endured.&nbsp; He looked again to the new girl, unable to see her now, but gazing just at her feet for a fleeting moment.&nbsp; His only thoughts were to this young woman who had been forced to view his torture in less than gratifying position.&nbsp; <br><br>He took the flog and crawled his way back to the place he had stood before, this time remaining on his bloody knees as he waited.<br><br>Nereida walked the new slave girl back to her place in the line up before she addressed them.&nbsp; "You will now be taken to your cells.&nbsp; I will be reviewing each of you personally in the coming week.&nbsp; You may be called upon in the middle of the night, the morning, afternoon or evening.&nbsp; What ever time my desire is piqued to see to your proper training," she said as she turned and stalked out of the courtyard area to her own quarters. As she left, the new slaves were briskly rushed down the stairs to be placed in their new quarters while the previous group was left baking in the sun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 09:09:57</strong>
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				The young slave girl watched with a pained expression as his continued torture went on. She almost cried when the Mistress caused him pain because of her actions. Biting her tongue to speak out against it, she just looked away as best she could, not wanting to cause this poor man more anguish. This woman was unfair to them all it seemed and nothing would stop her from doing as she wished. Serafina could do nothing but listen and try to follow direction as not to cause any others harm, much less the handsome slave who was the object of Neredia's current affections, whether they be wanted or else.<br><br>Having been led to her cell she watched others as they moved along with her, silently wondering each of their fates. She glanced toward her Mistress and watched as the female disappeared out of sight. Silently the dark haired beauty hoped that the man would be okay but she wasn't sure asking of his well being would do much good with the way the guards were looking her over now, especially after the way she handled the orders given to her in the courtyard. After being left alone she sighed and slumped down against a cold wall and watched the walkways for any sign of what may come next. It was her hope to see something of light and goodness come her way, as the days and nights to come seemed far too dark for her to survive this hell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 00:31:26</strong>
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				Made to stay in the heat of the day for an additional 30 minutes, Marcus nearly fainted before one guard came from behind and attached a chain to the collar he perpetually wore. Now he was faced with falling forward and choking to death or remaining upright and living. The new choice steeled his nerves and made his concentration quicken until the Guards began to lead them out of the courtyard.<br><br>Walking down the ramp into the dungeon area, Marcus was directed to the tool storage area where the cane that was used on his prick was already waiting for his attention along with the flog he carried. Studiously, he paid attention to each thong, making sure no blood or bits of skin remained on the leather. Wiping each thong clean of his skin's oils and placing it back in the cabinet it belonged in, he returned to the cane and wiped it down with mineral spirits. As he worked, his mind slowly began to remember the beautiful young woman who had been forced to kneel before him. He wondered how long it would be until he saw her as he put the cane its place before presenting himself to a guard to be taken to his cell.<br><br>The guard took him by the chain attached to his collar and led him to his cell. Looking to his left as he arrived in front of his spacious residence, he saw a new occupant in the cage across from his own...it was the young woman from the courtyard. Ashamed and embarrassed, he averted his eyes as the guard opened his door and pushed him to his knees inside. His clothes had been returned to his cell, such as they were, and he hastily began to put them back on to hide the marks of his recent beating. Once he was clothed again, he curled up in the corner of his cell and remained quiet, peering now and then at the young woman across form him, but looking away whenever she looked his direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 15:25:16</strong>
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				As Sera sat there watching the ones from the courtyard being brought back in, she looked for the one who she was most familiar with. When she didn't see him immediately she sighed some and felt sad, hoping that something had not happened to him. Pulling her legs to her chest she let her long dark hair fall down over her and she rested her chin on her knees. With her eyes closed she took in a long deep breath before hearing the sound of chains again and glanced back outward to see the very one she had just been thinking of. Her eyes were wide with wonderment as she stared at his nude body now and saw all the bruises of torture and torment. Serafina couldn't help but feel her eyes well with tears. She knew being here wasn't something she could withstand. The sheer terror of the mistress and all that she wanted from them made her wish that death would come sooner than the torture that would inevitably swallow up her innocent essence.<br><br>She looked back toward Marcus again as he looked her way and noted his quick glances away from her. Frowning some she spoke in a low voice, her words were well spoken, holding just a hint of accent to identify her as a foreigner in this country. She still spoke the common tongue but it was evident she was of nobility at some point in her life. <br><br><strong>"Why do you look away from me? Am I that hideous to gaze upon or do you feel ashamed of what I had to do?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 15:46:25</strong>
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				Still sitting, huddled in the corner of his cell and pondering his own misfortune and that he would deliver upon the head of his former Captain should fate ever allow them to meet again, he heard the voice of the girl from the courtyard.<br><br>"Nigh, miss. You are fair to look upon, indeed," he replied with a bit of a start. He hadn't expected her to so brazenly speak to him with the guards still about, but perhaps she saw with her better view of the hall that they had left for other nefarious purposes. "I..." he tried to speak again, "I simply wish..." <em>dammit, mouth, speak!</em>, he thought to himself. "I'm sorry, miss, that the Lady made you do what she did. You are...quite lovely...and didn't deserve that."<br><br>His heart was beating a bit faster, slaves not generally permitted to speak to each other unless they were commanded to. He knew they'd be in trouble if a guard happened by. He moved closer to the edge of his cell to observe the hall as well as he lowered his voice, "Might I know your name, lady? What shall I call you?" he asked her, hoping beyond hope that he'd finally met someone who would make this existence at least less torturous by their mere existence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 19:15:20</strong>
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				Serafina didn't exactly know the rules on speaking to others and she listened intently to his words. She almost smiled at his compliment and noted his glancing down the way toward where the guards would come from. When he apologized for the cruelty of the Mistress she shook her head and sighed a little. She didn't want him to take any blame for what happened. It was her own fault for speaking out but more so the Mistress' fault for being such a sadist.<br><br><strong>"Do not be sorry for what cannot be helped. It was not your fault. It was hers. I have never known anyone to be as cruel and heartless as she. I am truly sorry you have had to endure her for what must be a long while." </strong><br><br>She assumed he had been under the rule of this woman for some time for him to obey so openly to her. Most men she had seen in her village or known of would not have obeyed or taken such demands so easily unless the female of discussion had broken them or caused them to react in such a way that it was out of character. Her dark eyes moved down the hallway and then back to him once again.<br><br><strong>"Serafina. I am Serafina."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 14:48:15</strong>
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				<em>Serafina,</em> he said inside his own head, getting a feel for the name before trying it on his lips. <em>Serafina,</em> her beauty was not just found in her will and spirit, then, she was also graced with a name that held as much loveliness as her eyes and lips. Marcus remembered the soft kiss she had given the head of his tortured sex, seeing her lips extended outward slightly as she drew them together. He winced slightly at the pain and wished the guards had left some of the healing balm that the grooms typically applied after one of the Queen's savage beatings.<br><br>"Serafina, my name is Marcus," he finally replied. "How do you come to this place, and where is your home?" he asked her, in a voice just above a whisper, yet loud enough to carry across the hall.<br><br>He looked at her, huddled in her cell as he was in his. Like all the other slaves, she was dressed in a shabby tunic, but she held herself with such dignity and self respect. <em>Oh, Nereida would not like to see that posture at all,</em> he thought. She did seem to take a great delight in stripping the dignity of her slaves and tearing into their sense of self-respect and make them wholly hers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escape (Tales &amp; Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 19:19:10</strong>
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				She moved as close as she could get to his cell and spoke quietly. It was hard to speak of her home as she had just lost it. Serafina looked to her feet and hands as she tugged her legs closer to her chest and replied in a shaky voice.<br><br><strong>"I come from a land far from here. Anadriel. It was a city of greatness. We thought we were safe from such raids being further in land, but there was tale that the invaders were moving inward more each day. My people fought valiantly, but we were overtaken. Many of the men died in battle and even a few of the women. We... "</strong><br><br>She stops as a few warm tears trickle down her cheeks. Unable to continue speaking of her home she just looks toward him then away once more. Her dark hair fell around her blanketing her body in its thick waves. Gathering up whatever she could she cleared her throat and took in a deep breath releasing it slowly to calm herself.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry. Its all just happened so quickly.."</strong>
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