The Sorcerresses' Apprentice (Anastasia Lockhart and CassandraNova)
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				Title: <strong>The Sorcerresses' Apprentice (Anastasia Lockhart and CassandraNova)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CassandraNova</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 22:02:31</strong>
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				In the provinces, where the warm inland sea made for an almost perpetual spring, villas spotted the countryside for miles outside of the towns and villages.&nbsp; Ringed by low walls of stone and marble, each country house was an island unto itself in the midst of the comings and goings of the village markets.&nbsp; <br><br>One villa stood out in particular, even tucked well away from the road, and partially hidden behind a canopy of tight growing trees and a weed-lined path to the front gate, which stood shuttered and barred.&nbsp; Even those not possessed of magic of their own recognized the signs of a wizard's home; the single rune, carved to the beam above the gate, or perhaps the sense, as one stood gazing upon the cold stone of the house, of eyes gazing back from dark, shadowed windows.&nbsp; Such a place discouraged visitors, trivialized all but the dearest needs or desires for coming to such a place...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorcerresses' Apprentice (Anastasia Lockhart and CassandraNova)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 22:15:48</strong>
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				Keldrey mopped the sweat from her face and stood for a moment before the gate, unsure of what to do next. Her brother's clothes felt strange and skimpy on her leggy frame and she was sure the breastbands that strapped her down were slipping. She prayed that the wizard who lived here was nearsighted and pushed the gate open.<br><br>"Hello?" she called out, "Hail the house! Traveler seeking shelter!" Her voice was deep, thankfully, but she didn't look as boyish as she thought. Even with her brown hair tugged back in masculine tail, there were too many signs that "Kelton of the Roads" was really a pampered and rather foolish girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorcerresses' Apprentice (Anastasia Lockhart and CassandraNova)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CassandraNova</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 22:21:49</strong>
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				The gate felt heavy to Keldrey's hand, almost as if a vast weight was pressing back against her when she attempted to swing it open.&nbsp; But just when she was about to adjust her touch against the wooden barrier, it yielded, swinging open silently on oiled hinges.&nbsp; A tiled patio, shaded with fruit trees and centered around a bubbling fountain, met her eyes.&nbsp; The broad walkways were flanked by raised beds, from which erupted riots of fantastic color as strange flowers and fruits basked in the sun.&nbsp; <br><br>It seemed as if the sound of her voice, echoing above the splash of water in the fountain, attracted attention; a golden eyes hawk, perched on the far wall, hopped on hearing her cry, twisting its head this way and that to study her as she stood in the gateway, and she heard a scampering on the grounds, something small and light, like a mouse of a shy cat.&nbsp; But of human response; nothing came.
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 22:32:29</strong>
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				Keldrey had come too far to turn back now. She was bound and determined to be a sorceress, if she had to kill for it! She followed the path, stopping only to drink from the fountain to ease her dry throat. The colors, the smells, the sounds, it was all so marvelously different from her gray mountain home. Warmer, too, and she soon shucked off her leather cape and rolled up her sleeves. <br><br>She paused to smell a lush rose, the pale azure of the sky, with a clean, soft scent that Keldrey found intoxicating. She'd been told blue roses only bloomed in the gardens of sorcerers, and now she was sure she had found a good place. She continued on to the front door and knocked, hoping the master of the house was in.
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				Post by: <strong>CassandraNova</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 23:06:38</strong>
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				The front door to the house was, in fact, ajar, and the force of her knock sent it swinging on the hinges, enough to reveal a sun dappled entry room, where the light through stained glass panels added a sparkling rainbow across those surfaces she could see.&nbsp; Keldrey had no time to observe more than pegs from which were hung cloaks of green and brown, and a basket near the door into which were places silver-handled canes, before she was startled by a voice coming from behind her.<br><br>"Don't bother calling out again," said the voice, a firm, cold woman's voice.&nbsp; Such a voice might come from a middle-aged matron, but when Keldrey turned, she discovered it had issued from a young girl of perhaps twenty, kneeling in the flower-bed near the front step.&nbsp; She wore a plain, undyed tunic, and a broad hat to keep the sun from her eyes, and her hands were dirty to the elbows in the work she obviously did; maintaining the gardens.<br><br>"The sorceress isn't in the house, young man," said the kneeling woman, who was smoothing a trowel of mulch around the base of a rosebush.&nbsp; "And you've no business here," she added.
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 23:18:39</strong>
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				"By your leave, Miss," said Keldrey, "I'm seeking knowledge. If there's a sorceress here, I mean to learn as much as I can from her. I'm not a thief or a layabout. My hands work as well as any and I'd be much obliged if I might wait until I may speak with the sorceress. That's my business and I won't go until it's addressed."<br><br>Keldrey wondered if this fine-looking creature wasn't the sorceress' daughter or handmaiden. Then she thought a moment. Keldrey wasn't deaf or stupid. This lady wasn't in the house.<br><br>"Are you the sorceress of this house, milady?" The question was as respectful as she could manage it. If it was a riddle, Keldrey wasn't going to try and be funny about the answer.
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				Post by: <strong>CassandraNova</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 04:09:56</strong>
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				"That I am," the woman replied, standing and sweeping her hat from her head.&nbsp; A single, thick braid of hair, the gold of summer wheat, spilled out from beneath it, to hang between her shoulder blades, and a pair of dark brown eyes from a sun-kissed face stared back at her.&nbsp; Her eyes and voice were older than her face, which knew a girl's unblemished smoothness.&nbsp; She was perhaps an inch or two shorter than Keldrey, and willowy slim.<br><br>"Well boy, come down here where I might have a look at you.&nbsp; You have a touch of magic to you, or else you'd never been able to open my garden gate.&nbsp; Tell me your business, why you've seen fit to disturb me, and we'll see what's to be done with you.&nbsp; And mind that you call me 'Mistress Aderre.'"
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 13:30:29</strong>
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				"Yes, Mistress Aderre," said Keldrey, bowing, "I'm Kelton. I want to learn magic, you see, but up north, there's no sorcerers to learn from. I found your home and I hoped I could learn from you if you have no apprentice and will take me." <br><br>Beneath her shirt, the bindings slipped a bit more. There was nothing she could do. If she fled, she might never get a chance. But, if the sorceress learned her true identity, she might send Keldrey home.<br><br>Keldrey bowed again. "I've come a long way to find my path, Mistress Aderre. I don't eat much and I work hard. I'll do anything to pay you. Weed the garden, sweep the floor, clean, cook, I can learn if I don't know how to do it."
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				Post by: <strong>CassandraNova</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 13:47:36</strong>
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				"That's nice," replied the young-seeming sorceress.&nbsp; "It's good to want something."&nbsp; She lead Keldrey to the fountain, where she washed the dirt from her garden away, and scrubbed her hands pink while keeping one dark eye pinned closely to the young woman before her.&nbsp; She took Keldrey's chin in her hands, first tilting her head back, and then to one side before the other.&nbsp; With the same air of a prospective buyer of horseflesh examining a mare before her, so did Aderre spend time scrutinizing Keldrey.<br><br>"You're well spoken for a country boy, Kelton.&nbsp; How much do you already know of magic?"
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 17:22:49</strong>
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				"A few cantrips, mostly for repair work and cleaning, and a glamour or two," Keldrey said, "That's all I could learn. One of the maids at the manor was from the south and she taught me a few things, in exchange for...well, favors." Keldrey blushed hotly at the thought of Malaine's bared thighs.<br><br>The band finally gave, releasing Keldrey's breasts. She turned even redder. It was all over now.
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				Post by: <strong>CassandraNova</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 21:15:47</strong>
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				Aderre snorted derisively, as if cantrips were beneath her, and either failed to notice or did not comment upon the fact that Keldrey's shirt now boasted a distinctly feminine bosom.&nbsp; "I would be willing to take a new apprentice, provided that you were trustworthy and dedicated and willing to endure what many have described as my...tyrannical temper.&nbsp; Why do you wish to study, *boy*?" she asked, with just the slightest hint of emphasis on the word.
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 21:40:32</strong>
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				"I want to do great things," Keldrey blurted out, "I can't be a squire and I'm not going to marry for the family. I'm not a boy, it's true, but I know I have a talent and I won't let it go to waste. If I have to learn on my back, I'll do it. Please, Mistress Aderre." She dropped to her knees in supplication, eyes downcast humbly. "I'm yours to command."
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				Post by: <strong>CassandraNova</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 00:41:09</strong>
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				"Not only are you a girl, 'Kelton,' but you have also deceived me in your dress, attempting to present yourself as a country boy."&nbsp; Aderre shook her head and made a gesture with one hand.&nbsp; The garden gate swung closed with a heavy, final thud, and Keldrey suspected that she would not be able to force it open a second time.<br><br>"It seems to me that we must come to an understanding, you and I.&nbsp; I have it within me to make you suffer should your prove false, and you have proven false indeed, 'boy.'"&nbsp; The sorceress pointed to a tree that stood against one wall with bare, needly branches.&nbsp; "Get me a switch from that tree and bring it back!"
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 01:45:40</strong>
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				Afraid to disobey, Keldrey ran to the tree. She knew how this worked, if the switch was unsatisfactory, the mistress would choose another and it would be a worse thrashing.<br><br>She chose a good whippy branch, thin yet sturdy. It would hurt, but she wasn't going to tempt fate. If she proved her mettle and didn't cry, perhaps she'd be redeemed. The thorns prodded her fingers as she carried it back and presented it to Mistress Aderre.
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				Post by: <strong>CassandraNova</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 23:38:38</strong>
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				Aderre bent the switch almost double between her hands, and nodded in grim satisfaction when it sprang back into shape with a vigorous <em>whooosh</em>.&nbsp; Keldrey could see her work hardened wrists flexing as she gave the switch a practice pass in the air, saw the subtle strength in the firm lines of her wrists and forearms.<br><br>She indicated a wrought iron bench along the path before the fountain.&nbsp; "Into position, girl.&nbsp; Bent that bottom high into the air, above your chest."
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 02:14:37</strong>
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				Keldrey bent double, pert, girlish ass in the air and supporting her balance with her hands as best she could. Her tail of hair flopped down behind her and her shirt drooped, hiding her face and baring her pale back. She did her best not to shake or wiggle too much, fearing that whatever was coming would only be worse for any sign of fear.
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				Post by: <strong>CassandraNova</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 17:35:22</strong>
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				After a moment, the blow she had been expecting did not come, and Keldrey felt Aderre's eyes narrow in even more dangerous irritation.&nbsp; "Think you to take your punishment through your clothing, girl?&nbsp; Think again.&nbsp; Lower your trousers to your ankles, and know that you have added five lashes to what I planned to give you."
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 00:50:17</strong>
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				Keldrey winced in anticipation. "Yes, Mistress Aderre," she whispered. She fought with her belt and the trousers fell around her sandals. She lifted her shirt as well, trying to get it out of the way. Her skin was alabaster white in the sun.<br><br>"Like this, Mistress?"
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				Post by: <strong>CassandraNova</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 20:32:04</strong>
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				"That will do," replied the sorceress, and lifted the switch.&nbsp; There was no artistry in her touch, only ruthless efficiency that spoke of much practice; the switch rose and fall across her bottom with only a small pause in between each blow that struck that tender, alabaster skin.&nbsp; "Count them, child."
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 01:05:24</strong>
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				Keldrey counted as best she could manage, choking back the gasps of pain that turned to sobs. Hot tears ran down her face, but she would have to master the pain.
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