The princess Anastasia and her guard (Battle Shambler and Anastacia)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: anastacia on 18-08-2009, 05:08:37</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>The princess Anastasia and her guard (Battle Shambler and Anastacia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anastacia</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 05:08:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anastasia awoke to searing pain in her left temple. She opened her eyes rubbing her head, and was taken aback by the state of her clothing. Not only was she dressed in a handmaid's rags, she was filthy, covered in dirt and debris.&nbsp; She looked around and thought, “what am I doing out here in the forest?”&nbsp; She tried to think back and to remember how she got here, but her memory was like a Vaseline covered mirror, it was impossible to get a clear image of what had happened.&nbsp; She remembered that she was Anastasia Romanov, princess of the Russian imperial family, but everything else was just out of her grasp.<br><br>“Princess Anastasia, you are awake!” a pretty young woman scrambled through the forest to kneel by her side. “I was so worried you would never come back. You were hit so hard and you have been sleeping for almost 2 days.” The woman hugged Anastasia tightly. <br><br>Anastasia sat confused, looking at the woman she should clearly recognize, but didn’t.&nbsp; “I am sorry. I can’t seem to remember anything. How did I get here? And how do I know you?”&nbsp; The woman looked pained and dropped her eyes to her hands that were fidgeting in her lap. Anastasia noticed thick, dark purple bruising around both of her wrists. She had a matching bruise around her neck.&nbsp; “Oh my God, what happened to you? Are you ok?”&nbsp; The woman reached out and pulled Anastasia’s arm and showed her own wrist that had identical bruising. <br><br>“It happened to both of us”, she quietly replied without looking up.&nbsp; The handmaid proceeded to tell Anastasia the story of the Bolshevik revolution and the imprisonment of her family. <br><br>Anastasia looked stricken, “I still don’t understand how we got this bruising. Were we tortured? Where is my family?”<br><br>“We were taken to a separate part of the prison and were … I cannot speak of what happened there. Please do not make me” the handmaid pleaded, eyes filled with tears.&nbsp; <br><br>Anastasia took her hand, “It is ok. I won’t ask again. It is over. We won’t speak of it again, but do you know what happened to the rest of my family?” <br><br>“We were never allowed to see your family. We escaped, but your family is still imprisoned,” she explained, “I don’t know what has happened to them.&nbsp; I am sorry. “<br><br>“How did we escape?” <br><br>“To be honest I don’t really understand it myself. One of our guards came in and became enraged because you wouldn’t do something he asked you to do…. umm, to me” tears welled in the handmaid’s eyes, “then he hit you so hard and you fell. Then he left. A little while later another guard, at least I think it was another guard, they look the same in their masks, came in and picked you up and ordered me to follow. He took us through the subterranean passageways and left us here. He never spoke once we left the castle. He just placed you here and left.”<br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>