The Castle Hendrix (Gerald & Vella)
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				Title: <strong>The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 00:10:29</strong>
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				The age of chivalry was upon the peoples of the land.&nbsp; Men were either noble or impoverished; ladies were, well, a very necessary feature in the landscape of the society of Middlesex, an area of the world well developed in social skills and wanton ways.&nbsp; It was the norm for each nobleman to have at his calling a wife, a mistress, a lover, or at the very least a slave; a concubine if you will.<br><br>Some would have thought it odd if the Lord’s son who had come of age several years before did not have one of the required females about him, yet he was one to consider it folly to have such a female as a wife, for he was not yet ready to settle in to the routine of such an existence.&nbsp; He could have chosen a mistress, yet his thoughts were alien to most of the true ladies of the court, though he had found lovers in his past, he wanted someone special…someone pliable enough that he could train…and indeed learn from during that time of trial and error learning of ways to pleasure both himself and his….yes…slave, that was what he needed.<br><br>So it was when his father gave him privilege to own his own castle, in the countryside outside of the main capital he had grown up in that he decided it was time to seek a female, young, yet not a child, curvy in just the right places, and untrained in the ways of pleasuring a man….though he cared not if she came to him as a virgin or not, he would think it odd if a woman stood on the auction block of the slave market and not been taken by someone before him…a guard, or the one who had taken her from her home perhaps.&nbsp; He told his father of the plan to purchase a slave girl to reside with him at the castle, and with a broad grin his father tossed a purse filled with coins to him saying “Go then to the market on Friday, for the best young maidens will be found on that day.&nbsp; Purchase the one who suits your fancy, and if she does not meet your need, bring her to me, I will use what I can of her and then sell her for you.”&nbsp; His father’s words haunted him, for he knew his father had owned many slaves in his time, yet never realized that one could buy and sell human flesh so easily.&nbsp; Undaunted though he took the sack full of coins and went to his home, made it ready by instructing servants to clean it well, including all levels, from the turret to the cavernous cellar.&nbsp; When they had finished it was Thursday, and he waited for the time he could go to the market…hoping to find the right slave for his plan, the right one who would learn to satisfy his needs in the many ways that only the most adventurous of women could, and yet would not dare.<br><br>On Friday morning he awoke early, anxious, even a bit nervous about doing a thing he had never done before….purchasing a human being to be used as he saw fit at any particular moment.&nbsp; He had to find her; he needed so badly to teach someone what he yearned for deep in his blackened heart.&nbsp; He had the carriage made ready and then sent the servants away….the coachman, the gardener, the manservant and the maid, who also served as cook.&nbsp; He told them to return in two days, for he wanted time to adjust his ways to having someone at his very will, and wanted her to adjust to that very same will.&nbsp; He knew he would care for her well, and not demand anything outlandish, yet she would know his wrath if she did not follow his command.&nbsp; He walked to the carriage and boarded it in a bound, picked up the reins and snapped the horse to life as he began the short journey to the city and marketplace it held.&nbsp; He went slowly along the rolling hills between his home, the Castle Hendrix as he had named it, and the city known simply as Middleway.&nbsp; His own name had prompted the renaming of the small stone castle, for he had been given the sir name of Hendroxian and had long been known as Hendrix by all that made his acquaintance.&nbsp; As he rode along the dust of the road had gathered on his riding coat, and so it was that when he arrived at the market he tied the rein to the hitch and removed it from his figure to shake the thick layer from it.<br><br>As he did so, it was revealed that his height was above the normal, he stood at just short of two meters, and his torso seemed slim without the coat to cover the flowing silk shirt and fine leather pants.&nbsp; The pants clung closely to his physique, all but revealing the bulge that some had found equally as long as was his height when he had taken their pleasures and given his in return.&nbsp; After shaking the dust from the coat he returned it to his frame and strode to the slave market, it was mid morning, and would soon begin the bidding on the slaves that would be available.&nbsp; He stood with several others as he waited for the ushering of the young men and women who would be bought on this day; there were eight male bidders to contend with and two females vying for a new slave for some use or another.<br><br>As the slaves were brought forth and lined the platform his gaze came to rest on one, yet only one that was brought out.&nbsp; Her hair was ablaze with red in the morning sun, her eyes gleamed with youthful nervousness, her lips tantalizing in shape, her attire was… tattered, but gave evidence of a delightful figure beneath.&nbsp; She was neither short nor tall, trim, but not skinny by any means, her breasts budded nicely under the thin fabric that she bore as clothing, and a bit of cleavage revealed that indeed she was appointed well in that area.&nbsp; As the first slave was walked to the front of the platform he listened intently to the bidding process, and knew that if it went as the first had, he could afford much more than what was being paid.&nbsp; He watched as the second and then third girls were presented; all three so far were beauties, yet not as fair as the one that drew his eye at every opportunity, at least in his humble opinion.&nbsp; As then the forth and fifth, sixth and seventh came and went, each in turn having inspection of one type or another by potential buyers, he waited patiently and watched as most of the folk took their new beasts of slavery and departed.&nbsp; The most expensive of the slaves sold so far had been 55 crowns, though most were purchased at far less.&nbsp; Even the highest bid was, though a large sum, less than he could offer even in coin that day, much less the promise of even more if needed.<br><br>It came time for this vixen that had taken his eye to come forth to the front of the platform, and his eyes fixed upon her intently.&nbsp; He had not yet bid on any of the others, for she would be his, he felt as if it was meant to be.&nbsp; The auctioneer introduced her as ‘lot number eight’ available for bid.&nbsp; The normal introduction ensued with “She comes to us from the north country, a budding female with little experience…for those looking to train one in ways that will not have to be unlearned.&nbsp; Her height is 1.6 meters, and as you can see is trim of body, but well developed in areas of interest.”&nbsp; As the auctioneer had with all the others he stepped behind her and pulled the tattered clothing apart so that the customers would have ample view of her naked frame, and as he did so Hendrix found his prong instantly enlarged at the sight of her….now he had to have her, for no other had made that impact upon his body or spirit.&nbsp; The auctioneer continued after having covered her again “The bidding will begin at 10 crowns…do I have an opening bid?”<br><br>Hendrix looked about, trying to see which of the customers would be bidding against him for the wondrous female who stood before him so nervously waiting to be stolen away to who knows what.&nbsp; One of the ladies raised her hand in gesture and the auctioneer smiled, knowing the lady Guinevere all too well, and knowing that she preferred the young innocent females to any man’s whiles. When the auction continued Hendrix placed his bid at the next bracket and then in distress found the lady willing to bid even higher. It went back and forth between the two customers until the bidding had gone to 57 crowns, and his determination was fixed on winner her….no matter what the cost.&nbsp; He blurted out “65 crowns” as the echo of the 57 had been heard, and with a look of dismay lady Guinevere took his gaze, smiled and even winked at the young man willing to bid so high for an untrained wench.&nbsp; She shook her head side to side to the auctioneer and the bidding was closed in favor of Hendrix, heir to Sir Henry Middle, Lord of Middlesex.<br><br>He stepped to the podium and paid for the wench that had brought more than any to the auctioneer’s pocket that day, and more than any would most likely.&nbsp; He stepped to the stair and greeted the escort with a smile, and bade her to make his purchase ready for travel saying “I would have her in clothing that is more suited, if need bring forth a robe to cover her with for the journey.”&nbsp; The reply came quickly from the matron escort “Yes Milord, we shall provide a robe for her to give time for you to find the clothing that is best suited for her stature in your household.”&nbsp; He grasped the wench’s arm gently as the matron scurried away, and returned with a clean robe to drape over the younger woman’s shoulders, covering her fully.&nbsp; He gazed into the vixen’s eyes, not yet sure how to deal with the ownership of a slave intended for pleasure, but his eyes were as gentle as his grip, though his thoughts were far less than gentle as to what he would have her do before day’s end.&nbsp; The matron handed him a fine leash with a collar attached to it with a catch and asked “Would you have me put a collar on her for you Milord? She is yet untrained and might attempt escape.”&nbsp; He nodded and watched as the hag placed the leather collar around the slave’s neck snugly, yet not as tight as to cause discomfort.&nbsp; His grip left her arm and he held the leash loosely in one hand as he turned saying&nbsp; “Come along, the journey is not long, but we have needs to attend to.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 08:21:17</strong>
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				A small, very poor hamlet, not even really a village but picturesque none the less.&nbsp; That is how her home would have been described to any who happened to chance upon it.&nbsp; Though none really did, it remained quiet and undisturbed for the most part, being off the generally agreed upon main north south trail or actual road in some places.<br><br>Once upon a time it had been a reasonably prosperous mining town, til the collapse had destroyed it and the local economy.&nbsp; The only ones who remained now were the long time farmers and the innkeeper.&nbsp; Barely keeping a head above water, the innkeeper had begun using his cart to take the farmer's goods to market for them.&nbsp; The closest market three days travel there, then back with one day there to sell it all.&nbsp; When his only child, a daughter, came of age she was given that task, freeing him to keep the inn.&nbsp; <br><br>Every trip to the market up till that point had been unremarkable.&nbsp; Throwing an overlarge set of tewes and tunic over the top of her chemise and overdress, she looked more like a plump teen boy than a girl, well ripened to woman.&nbsp; This had kept the inevitable comments and looks, the possibility of hands reaching, the small threat of slavers at bay.&nbsp; That is, until that last trip.<br><br>Something, something wasn't quite right with the horse.&nbsp; Stopping repeatedly to check the animal would have cost far too much time.&nbsp; Her father would have been so incredibly worried if she were more than half a day longer than the planned week for the trip.&nbsp; She had already lost several hours going over every scrap of leather, the hooves, the ears.. tail..&nbsp; but still, something was wrong.<br><br>Half a day out the poor horse could stand the buzzing of the wasp that had taken up residence on its mane, buried within the thick locks it had buzzed when irritated but really done nothing more till turning the reins hard left had brought the leather down irritating it to distraction, stinging and biting the horse in its anger.&nbsp; Bolting to attempt to rid itself of its angry passenger the horse threw the cart into turmoil, casting the disguised young woman about the cart, her hat with her red tresses tucked inside, lost in the melee of vegetables gone missing during the rampage down the hill.&nbsp; <br><br>Screaming in a combination of fear and frustration she finally managed to bring the animal under a semblance of control, but only because the cart itself struck an immense patch of mud, miring itself to its axles just short of the river, pitching her out and thankfully, into the softened muck.&nbsp; <br><br>A little battered, a little bruised,&nbsp; alot muddy but thankfully very much alive, she flung the overtunic from her, scrambling out of the tewes as she cursed vehemently stomping towards the river to rid herself of the half a yard of mud clinging to her.&nbsp; Standing in just a dampened, dirty chemise she looks back up the way she and that cursed beast had come.&nbsp; Hoping to see vegetables reasonably intact, she instead caught sight of two men.&nbsp; Two men dressed in finery, finery upon their magnificent horses, finery that could mean more than just a little trouble.&nbsp; They were either nobles, or slavers.&nbsp; Either not a welcome sight.<br><br>A quick glance towards the other side of the river and she was off, running, then swimming to put as much distance between them as she could.&nbsp; Her efforts for naught.&nbsp; A haughty laugh accompanied two hands reaching, one from either man dragging her from the water.&nbsp; Her thin chemise skimming her body, her every curve visible, the nipples puckered from the cold of the water standing out in stark relief.<br><br>And this was how she found herself, the following day being marched past the very market in which her vegetables were intended to be sold, across the town to another market.&nbsp; The chemise dry but threadbare, did nothing to disguise her form as she stood in just that in the bright sunlight on the auction block.&nbsp; <br><br>The only words to have been uttered from her during her captivity, words of vitriol, spewing forth her anger at her imprisonment.&nbsp; With green eyes flashing, her flame hair unbound falling or flying about her she sparred none of the handlers her tongue.&nbsp; Till the man with the whip showed her just what a whip was capable of..&nbsp; lashing a watermelon till the rind was gone in places and the red juices flowed.&nbsp; <br><br>At this, she settled, at least to all appearances.&nbsp; In truth the only thing settled was her tongue. <br><br>Clenching her jaw to keep her scream of rage and fear from escaping her lips as her only scrap of clothing was ripped from her, she could not still the red flush creeping from her face down her body.&nbsp; The need to cover herself growing stronger as the bidding rose, though she would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her squirm.&nbsp; The memory of the melon too fresh to allow more than the tiniest movements not prompted.<br><br>Barely daring to breath as the man approached,&nbsp; the one who had paid an astounding 65 crown?&nbsp; You could nearly buy a farm for that?&nbsp; She closes her eyes momentarily as he makes the ascention to claim her.&nbsp; <br><br>A robe?&nbsp; At least she was to be given that.<br><br>At the touch of his hand on her arm, she brings her eyes instantly to his.&nbsp; The touch gentle, the eyes were not.&nbsp; Glaring in anger, her eyes bore deep into his, her look feral and wild.&nbsp; An intelligence evident within her gaze as the robe is brought to cover her.&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing quickly from one to the other with eyes wide in alarm as the collar is brought into view, her body stiffens, her neck flexing as her jaw clenches tight.&nbsp; A tiny almost inaudible whimper the only sound to have come from her since the whip as the collar is buckled into place, the matron pulling the girl's hair from beneath the strapping as the leash is handed to the buyer.<br><br>&nbsp; “Come along, the journey is not long, but we have needs to attend to.”<br><br>As he turns to lead her away a tiny smirk plays across her lips, mostly concealed within her hair.&nbsp; Within her mind a tiny play evolving.&nbsp; "Journey?&nbsp; That means out of town."&nbsp; She bides her time.&nbsp; A chance will come.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 20:56:58</strong>
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				He led the way, not hurriedly, yet not in a slowed pace either.&nbsp; There seemed something about his new slave that spoke of more than a wondrous body and look, in the depths of her green eyes there was a glint of….something, he just wasn’t sure what as yet. Her manner was submissive to his lead, not once did she offer resistance to his chosen path.&nbsp; She was so wondrous to gaze upon and he found it necessary to turn his head to do so several times during the walk back towards the carriage.&nbsp; His mind wandered to imagined delights he would find, and even to ones they would share, for he would be as giving a master as she would allow him to be…so long as she was willing to abide his commands and requests.&nbsp; Her gaze was intense as it met his, he felt as though she would be a feisty female when he took her to his bed…so to speak… when he had trained her to his bidding and preferences in matters of delights.&nbsp; <br><br>On the walk to the carriage he spied a clothing shop, so close to the slave market it would be one that would avail him of finding suitable clothing for the slave he had purchased.&nbsp; He paused on the side of the narrow street near the doorway to it and turned to face the young woman now only clad in the tattered rag she had been presented in and a robe that covered her, but not well enough to conceal the beauty beneath it.<br><br>His eyes met hers beneath the layers of long, fiery but for now dirty hair, as he managed to swipe it aside and look deeply into the green pools that glimmered with what seemed a blend of hatred and contempt, and he knew her slavery was not of her own choosing, and that she may be hard to bring to a trust between them, yet that mattered not, for she was his and would do as he commanded or suffer his wrath.&nbsp; He looked down across the robe and rag she bore and then to gaze upon her face and bade a question “You know naught of me slave girl, and so it will be until we have had opportunity to talk freely, yet I would like to think that I could be a kind and gentle master for you if you allow me to be, or an ogre of willful mastery if it is called for, and for now that is enough for I know not of your beginnings and why you have been put to the slave block either.&nbsp; Would you allow me to choose a garment for you so that you need not be all but bared before all who gaze upon you as each breeze parts the robe you wear now?&nbsp; It will suffice for the brief journey to my home, but once your flesh has been cleansed of the filth of the holding cell and your past I would prefer you to have clean garments to wear.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 06:53:04</strong>
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				Walking behind, jaw set firmly, her eyes bored straight ahead.&nbsp; Neither seeming to look left or right, she seemed to be in her own world, almost denying the existence of any and all around her.&nbsp; In reality, the views from her peripheral sight feed her images, filling her with possible means of escape should the right moment present itself.&nbsp; <br><br>That last humiliation after having her clothing ripped from her in front of those starring nobles, the snapping closed of the collar about her neck drew her up taller, almost regal in her bearing she looked.&nbsp; Though, in reality she simply wished to not feel it about her neck.<br><br>Clutching the robe to herself she faced him as he turned to her.&nbsp; Never flinching, she held her ground.&nbsp; In the wilds outside of town once she had come across a puma on the trail.&nbsp; The same stance she held before him,&nbsp; seemingly unafraid, unflinching, refusing to back down though her heart bounded ahead, leaping from cobble to cobble on the roadway.&nbsp; The large throbbing vein in her neck the only sign of naught by an almost haughty defiance.<br><br>“You know naught of me slave girl, and so it will be until we have had opportunity to talk freely, yet I would like to think that I could be a kind and gentle master for you if you allow me to be, or an ogre of willful mastery if it is called for, and for now that is enough for I know not of your beginnings and why you have been put to the slave block either.&nbsp; Would you allow me to choose a garment for you so that you need not be all but bared before all who gaze upon you as each breeze parts the robe you wear now?&nbsp; It will suffice for the brief journey to my home, but once your flesh has been cleansed of the filth of the holding cell and your past I would prefer you to have clean garments to wear.”<br><br>Barely trusting her voice, she swallows slowly, the tip of a pink tongue greeting parched full lips; strays to the side of her lips to test the sensitivity where one of the men had punched her the previous day.&nbsp; The lip a little swollen, split with a little dried blood crusting its break.&nbsp; A tiny wince and she speaks, her voice rich and deep, smooth but for the need of water.<br><br>"It is obviously your choice at this point, isn't it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 15:50:11</strong>
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				He can see the glare of thought in her lush green eyes, he can feel the contempt, and yet there is more to this wench than the image would give forth.&nbsp; Her fists clench at the robe that covers her, yet he can bare witness to the wonders held beneath the thin layer of fabric as they stand on the cobble stone street.&nbsp; The late morning sun is only highlighted by the mane that would be her auburn curly hair, and that in itself sets off the glimmer within her eyes.&nbsp; Her lips seem off balance, but that might have been from some abuse she had endured when in the holding cell, or perhaps when taken from….wherever she had be abducted from or as a lesson from a father as he sold her to a slaver…only time would tell the story of how and why she was no his property, but even that was enough, for to have her was all that mattered.&nbsp; These and more thoughts coursed through his head as he waited the moments before her reply.<br><br>In a strong and commanding voice, disappointed with the brief answer, yet pleased that she knew her place to some degree he said “Yes!&nbsp; It is indeed my choice, and I shall choose according to my likes, yet I have asked your permit for a reason slave girl, and that is simply that we may begin our time gently and with some consideration.&nbsp; If your choice is to have a master that would treat you badly, whip or beat you at each turn, then so be it.&nbsp; For it is in my spirit to be such a master.&nbsp; For now we shall find clothing to cover you when we arrive at the Castle Hendrix, but trust that my kindness has been extended to its limits already.”<br><br>He turned and without warning tugged at the leash harshly, feeling it go taught as the length tightened between them and jerked at her neck.&nbsp; He did not turn to see, but imagined that her weight all but fell with the abrupt act, yet he could feel that she was not being drug along the smooth stones of the street.&nbsp; He walked into the doorway of the shop with her behind him in some posture he could not witness.&nbsp; She shop keepers, a man of middle age and an attractive slip of a girl came forward.&nbsp; The man spoke in even tones as he welcomed Lord Hendrix by name, for he had heard by others that he was in the market to purchase a slave, and knew that with his stature he would have need of fine clothing and accessories for a new prize.&nbsp; The female who bore a collar was obviously the shop keeper’s slave…a fitting helper for a man who dealt in accoutrements for slaves to be pleasures or disciplined with.<br><br>Hendrix looked about the shop’s displays, on one wall were held ropes of all sorts, chains with manacles or bracelets, and braces to hold the wearer into various poses for…such a wide variety of practices.&nbsp; On another wall were other things…hoods and masks to blind the wearer, gags to silence them, and to his delight in a cabinet along the same wall… dildos and plugs to pleasure or torture them with…his thoughts ram amuck as he considered this to be the most interesting shop he had yet visited in his 24 years of life.&nbsp; He ignored the wench as he took in the views of all the shop had to offer, but then his gaze fell upon the very reason he had come to visit it with his new acquisition…clothing that hung on display, some that would enhance the beauty with sheer fabrics cut to offer just enough view of a woman’s flesh to tease the eye, and some in leather that would support, restrain, part, or encourage lustful delight.<br><br>He greeted the shop keeper with a broad smile saying “Fine sir, I am honored that you know me, and greet you in kind.&nbsp; As you seemingly know I have found need to have a slave for…” he paused, not certain as to how much he need say for a reason “… my personal needs.&nbsp; I have stopped here in your shop because she will have need to be dressed fittingly whence we are in my home, though the apparatus and such that you offer has caught my eye as well.&nbsp; If you would kind sir, allow your slave, who will surely be knowledgeable on what is proper for another slave, to select a garment for daytime wear, and sleeping wear….and in case the need arise, a flirtatious gown for a time of public merriment…a party for guests in my home.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He turned and looked at the fire haired beauty still standing behind him as this all took place, more to see that she was real, for he could not yet believe he had such a wondrous female to be the master of in so many ways.&nbsp; Again he turned to the shop keeper and said “Show me some of the other offerings you carry, for some I am not familiar with, and may well have need of” He turned his attention to the new prize and commanded her to sit in a chair nearby, and as she did he fastened the lease to a sturdy ring on the post behind her, a reminder that escape would not be possible or allowed.&nbsp; The expression to his gaze was proof of his potential wrath.&nbsp; He and the shop keeper then walked to the wall that held the hoods and gags…and the various other implements of pain and pleasure.&nbsp; Their whispers were only a murmur as the shop’s slave girl approached the seated figure.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 09:05:41</strong>
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				Clutching the robe about her, she glares hard into his eyes a moment, before turning her attention to the merchandise in the shop.&nbsp; With eyes blinking slowly, they travel in disbelief around the room, jaw dropping, a look of absolute incredulity marking her features.&nbsp; <br><br>Dumbfounded, her voice seems to have again taken wing.&nbsp; She could no more vocalize at that point than she could fly.&nbsp; Ropes, chains, manacles all of that, she expected to see in a smithy, not within a garmet shop.&nbsp; And certainly not along side.. what .. what... was ... that?<br><br>None of this seemed right, none of it seemed real.&nbsp; From the moment she had looked up the hill to see those two men on horseback, till this very moment, she had truly expected she would find a way to walk or run, to get away, in some fashion.&nbsp; She had truly believed this was just a minor annoyance, the punch to her jaw negligible, it would heal.&nbsp; Everything else, so far, nothing.&nbsp; Till this.<br><br>Shoulders slump a little as every aspect of what her eyes are seeing slowly dissolves into something resembling reality.&nbsp; Still, it was completely nonsensical.&nbsp; Oh, it was very real, but none of it made the remotest bit of sense to her eyes.<br><br>The tip of a pink tongue darts out to try to moisten parched lips, again finding no respite.&nbsp; <br><br>Her attention elsewhere the arrival of the shopkeeper and the collared girl prove unremarkable to her.&nbsp; They were mere humans, those.. things..&nbsp; were?&nbsp; what?&nbsp; <br><br>Following almost meekly to the chair, she barely reacts or notices in her preoccupation with the merchandise, the snapping of her leash on a ring behind her.&nbsp; Not till the sound of it intruded upon her ears.&nbsp; Blinking to clear her vision, her awareness of the other people filling the room,&nbsp; speaking, returns.&nbsp; The collared girl, being the nearest her most immediate concern.<br><br>"Hey, whats the closest way out of town from here?&nbsp; I never been on this side of the market."&nbsp; Her whispered voice, urgent though controlled as she looks from the girl to the two men chatting.<br><br>The collared girl instead of responding simply gives a quick shake of her head before picking up a tape measurer to stand before her.&nbsp; Removing her robe in an efficient no nonsense sort of way she takes measurements of the girl, every aspect of her, before handing the robe back to her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sit.&nbsp; Ain't nobody gonna help ya.&nbsp; Trust me.&nbsp; Jes do as yer supposta.&nbsp; Maybe it wont be so bad."<br><br>With those whispered words, spoken in haste, the collared girl ducked her head taking her measurements with her, going through several piles of garments, some well made, others simply thrown together in haste.&nbsp; With a practiced eye the shop slave pulled first a shift of pale gold.&nbsp; A russet sleeveless overdress, open in the front and laced at the bodice to close it followed quickly.&nbsp; The soft green chemise though too thin and sheer to wear alone for any proper lady, came next.&nbsp; &nbsp;After several moments of searching a deep emerald gown was chosen.&nbsp; Bare shoulders,&nbsp; sleeveless, tight of bodice,&nbsp; the lace across the top would prove barely sufficient to cover her nipples.&nbsp; The much pleated skirt of the outfit, full and flouncy, with panels easily removed from beneath the bodice, a mixture of lace and silk, it was stunning.&nbsp; Where it not so low cut with the removeable inset panels it could easily pass for a lady's dress.&nbsp; The panels and low decolletage however put the lie to that.<br><br>Whilst the shop girl searched, she sat.&nbsp; She sat with mad thoughts running through her mind.&nbsp; Thoughts of escape, how, where, when.&nbsp; There is always an answer to a puzzle,&nbsp; you just have to find the key.&nbsp; No,&nbsp; for the moment, she wouldn't risk it.&nbsp; Too many people around.&nbsp; Too many who would know.&nbsp; Best to sit tight, and wait,&nbsp; for just the right time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 06:00:46</strong>
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				As Hendrix turned his attentions to the wide variety of accessories available in the shop, he and the shop keeper stood in whispered communication as to the purpose of some of them that he was not aware of, and expression of wonder took light in his eyes as the man explained the use and, in a matter of fact way delights of some of the more unusual ones.<br><br>He turned as he felt movement behind him, just in time to see the shop slave girl hand the robe back to his new toy, still all be it naked from being measured.&nbsp; The twinkle in his eye would have given light to his interest, yet for now he would be patient and wait for the time they would spend alone.&nbsp; Thoughts took home in his mind of what was in store for the youthful beauty that would accompany him even as the shop keeper finished his sales pitch.&nbsp; He looked to the man and bid him to put certain items into a satchel, and to keep them out of the sight of his slave.&nbsp; <br><br>As the slave girl gathered up the many wondrous garments, in such varied shades of colors and fabrics he smiled and walked towards his slave, who had again seated herself as she had been when he left her to choose the instruments of pain and pleasure.&nbsp; The shop girl came up to them and was soon joined by the shop keeper, all before the seemingly dirty haired girl that had found herself in a situation beyond her control.&nbsp; As the shop slave girl presented the various items, and laid them across the outstretched arm or the keeper his smile grew broad, his thoughts eager to see what they would look like on the red haired beauty.&nbsp; His gaze turned to the shop keeper, and with a calm resolve said “We will take them all, please bundle up the clothing so that she can carry them easily.&nbsp; I will carry the other satchel myself fine sir, for those shall be a special surprise when the time is right.”<br><br>The shop slave girl trotted off with the clothing she had proudly picked out, and found two cloth sacks to fit them into and returned as quickly as she had left.&nbsp; In the mean time Hendrix had moved behind the new slave and unclipped the catch of her leash that had been caught in the ring.&nbsp; He held in loosely as he came to face her just as she was handed the two filled sacks of new clothing.&nbsp; Again he addressed the keeper of the shop and said “I thank you sir” as he handed him a number of coins, certainly more than enough to cover the cost of the items selected “If we have need of anything further, you can be sure we shall visit again.”<br><br>The shop keepers eyes danced with delight as the coins fell to his palm, for Hendrix had paid twice what the value of the items were, and gleefully spoke his thanks “Lord Hendrix, you are too kind, I shall look forward to the next time you visit, please let me know if there is anything I….or we” as he glanced to his own slave “can do to aid you.”<br><br>Hendrix chuckled as he said “I think we…” with a sidelong glance to his own slave “will be quite well, but I thank you for the offer.”&nbsp; He turned towards the door with ease as he tightened the lead that still was clipped to her collar and with a brief look said “It is time we go, for there are miles to be traveled before we arrive at the castle.”&nbsp; Without hesitation or worry that she would keep up he walked at a normal rate to and through the door.&nbsp; Once on the street again he glanced at the slip of a wench carrying the two fair sized packages and grinned as he spoke over his shoulder to her “I trust you will like the coverings for your body, for they seem to be well tailored to enhance your already wondrous frame, and I will take delight in seeing each one as you try them on for fit.”&nbsp; He knew that even untrained she would know enough to not respond to his comment, but he wanted her to know he could be kind, and then if called for he would show her the other side of his mind and will.&nbsp; Again he turned his face to the direction of the carriage, and within minutes they had arrived at it.<br><br>He tossed the satchel of accessories the shop keeper had secretly put into it to the back seat of the carriage and took the other two from her and tossed them in atop of it.&nbsp; “We shall both ride where the driver normally would, for I have sent the servants away for a time so that we might acquaint ourselves in seclusion and privacy for the first adventures or ….” He stopped short, knowing that he did not need to explain.&nbsp; He motioned for her to get aboard the carriage, untied the lead from the railing and followed her; now seated close beside her on the narrow bench.&nbsp; His hands took up the reins and gave command for the horse to move, which it did willingly away from the cobbled streets, and soon back onto the road eastward that would lead to the castle.<br><br>As they departed the city, he turned his face to her and spoke “The journey will take an hour or so, please if you would tell me of yourself, for I would enjoy knowing from where you came, your worldly experiences, and if you are willing…by what twist you came to be offered on the blocks today.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 10:28:44</strong>
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				Hurrying to clothe herself took a little more effort than expected, the leash tangling a little in the sleeves, bringing a tiny growl of frustration from her as she noticed the attentions of the two men. Turning away with a scowl she found herself again facing a wall of things that to her eyes had no purpose and to which she had no reference or understanding.&nbsp; <br><br>Brilliant green eyes traveled slowly over the display.&nbsp; Their conversation observed without comment or seeming interest, though, in fact she was much more keen on their words than she would have them believe.&nbsp; It was possible, maybe, that they would divulge something that she could use to augment her escape.&nbsp; Time.&nbsp; It may or may not be a help but he did say that they had a ways to go till they arrived?&nbsp; Yes, that could be helpful.<br><br>Unmoving till the feel of the collar tightened around her neck, she gave a small choke before stumbling slightly then hurrying after him. Her small bare feet skidding slightly&nbsp; on the polished boards of the shop before returning again to the cobbles.&nbsp; Escape would be difficult without her boots to protect her feet, but it wasn't as if she were unused to running barefoot.&nbsp; Her feet were much hardier than a city girl's having rarely felt the inside of boot leather except on her monthly trips on market day.<br><br>The packages he had given her she clutched to her with one hand, the other she kept bound to the front of her robe holding it closed as the two made quick work of the walk to the carriage.&nbsp; It was a fine carriage, well made and cared for. Appointed well and obviously of someone landed, a person of means.&nbsp; Far stronger and sturdier than the cart she had seen essentially destroyed before her capture.&nbsp; And.. what of the horse?<br><br>A quiet sigh escaped her lips at the thought of the horse.&nbsp; Not a pretty lady's palfrey, nor a massive warhorse, it was a work horse.&nbsp; Pure and simple.&nbsp; Likely it was now hanging from a butcher's stall or hopefully been sold to another farmer for his use.&nbsp; The latter her hope for it.&nbsp; Though it was ill tempered on occasion and lacked any real charm as some of his breed did,&nbsp; she had cared for the thing.&nbsp; She would pray for him.&nbsp; And, she would miss him.<br><br>As they departed the city, he turned his face to her and spoke “The journey will take an hour or so, please if you would tell me of yourself, for I would enjoy knowing from where you came, your worldly experiences, and if you are willing…by what twist you came to be offered on the blocks today.”<br><br>Turning with a long glare, the anger in her eyes evident, bristling.&nbsp; Green sparks of near hatred gathered in darkening green.&nbsp; Taking in his fine clothes, his manner and handling of the coach.&nbsp; Every aspect of his bearing and attire bespoke 'noble'. <br><br>Finally parting her lips to speak, the tip of a tongue again attempting to bring moisture to lips chapped, the dry rasp of slight dehydration clear in her voice, in the lack of glistening from where its tip met her lips in brief encounter.<br><br>"Men like you.&nbsp; Took me.&nbsp; Men like you, who found me trying to clean mud off me in the river after my horse bolted destroying the crops and cart I was bringing to the market.&nbsp; Men like you.&nbsp; Nobles."&nbsp; <br><br>She near spat the last word before turning her face away to keep the glisten of tears from his view.&nbsp; Pulling away, she tried to slide as far from him as the seat perched high on the coach allowed.&nbsp; Pulling, the feel of the collar closed on her throat again, blocking breath, a grimace and cough of discomfort then a lessening as she eased her strain against it.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't think you really care where I came from."&nbsp; She turned to face him from the slip of seat she allowed herself, making herself as small as possible.&nbsp; "You, you think I am a slave.&nbsp; Just because you paid coin for me doesn't make it so."<br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 12:37:16</strong>
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				He had bade the questions, and listened as her words all but cursed he and all other people of noble decent.&nbsp; He could understand her perspective if the words she told were true, and he had no reason to doubt them, for in her anger came honesty, and the flush upon her skin, the glare to her gaze were certainly both true enough.<br><br>As she confided the tale of how she came to be held and auctioned off as a slave he could tell that her intellect was great, her words spoken well, and chosen accordingly, though he did cringe at the word ‘noble’ when it spat from her lips.&nbsp; He gazed at the eyes for the most part, for his horse knew the pace and path to take, and so he could afford himself a view of the lush deep green eyes with sparks of rage held in the glistening colors.&nbsp; He glanced down at the robe she held so tightly clutched to her body, wishing in a way that he had not chosen to have her clothed for the journey, it would have been far more enjoyable to see the sway of her breasts as the carriage moved along the path, the flushed colors of her flesh as his eyes devoured each inch of her…yet, in time that honor would come to pass, that glory be found.&nbsp; It took little time for him to formulate a reply, and he took note that her lips had dried, as had his whether from the air itself, or the tensions of beginning a new life’s way…for each of them.<br><br>He reached beneath the seat and brought forth a goat skin flask filled with fluid;&nbsp; he brought it aloft and with a squeeze the stream of liquid filled his mouth and with a swirl he savored it, and then swallowed the refreshment.&nbsp; With little fanfare he offered the flask to her and said “I see that your lips are dried, much as mine have been…drink to your hearts content, as have seen it bears nothing foul, for I have tasted the clear water myself.”&nbsp; He handed it to her and as she took a drink as smile crossed his lips, a single act of kindness would go far in gaining her trust, and that was something needed for what his plans held for this young…beautiful…wench.<br><br>His eyes again crossed to hers as he spoke “You say that you were taken from a stream after some accident with your cart left you soiled, of that I have no reason to doubt, and yet I feel that the men who took you may have only seemed to be of noble blood, their attire perhaps hiding their true nature.&nbsp; I am told that slavers will dress the part of nobility in order to gain a level of trust in some cases in order to then steal away some pert youthful man or woman for the blocks.&nbsp; I would believe that this was the case with you, for two men of nobility would not have placed such a beauty on the blocks, but rather taken you themselves for pleasures or pains of their choosing…and then if the newness of your body, the responses to their plunders, the very words or acts did not satisfy them…you would be dead by now.”&nbsp; As those words trailed to an end he took in the expressions of the slave, his slave…and concluded his commentary…<br><br>“Tis’ true that it matters not from where you came, though it would still be of interest to me…or I would not have inquired.&nbsp; Your words speak of education, your manner though clouded with contempt and hate for now speak well of you woman, and that is my reasoning for the query. I understand what you have said, and it is true enough that simply paying out moneys for a life, does not make that life enslaved, but rest assured woman…you are a slave…my slave…and for as long as I or whomever I choose to consider you such, you will learn to do as you are commanded, and be held to account for your words and acts.&nbsp; Thus far I have been as kind as I can consider needed, but I will train you to be my slave…train you to the acts and arts of serving me as I choose, and… you need give no thought to escape, for there is none…the penalties for the attempt will be far worse than death itself; for my wrath would be cunning and severe…you are mine and that is all you can look forward to in the days and even years to come.”<br><br>His grasp tightened on the lead still held in his hand, should she react and attempt to jump from the carriage his arm would drag he back by the neck to prove his intent.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 11:23:11</strong>
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				Turning her face from his, her eyes scanned the surrounds, her thinking was to find a manner to escape.&nbsp; The tight grip upon the leash put quit to that line of thought.&nbsp; Perhaps another way could be found?<br><br>Settling herself in the seat, she forces herself to relax.&nbsp; Taking long slow breaths, focused and intentional, brings to her a look, a relaxed air to her shoulders.&nbsp; The tense line of her neck and jaw softening.&nbsp; <br><br>The sound of water softly gurgling within leather drew her attention away from the surrounding countryside.&nbsp; The sandpaper within her mouth protested the lack of hydration as she looks longingly towards the waterskin.&nbsp; As he lifts the skin to his lips drinking she lowers her eyes not wishing to torment herself further.&nbsp; The sound is damning enough till he makes to hand it to her.&nbsp; Wanting desperately to snatch it from his hand, she instead reaches for it carefully, watching his reactions to make sure it was not a tease, that he was not gong to simply yank it away as those within the holding pins had done to her the previous night.<br><br>Taking the leather bag, she pulls the stopper from it drinking hungrily for a few moments, the water pooling unable to be swallowed quickly enough, spilling from her full puckered lips to slip lazily down her throat, finding refuge within her robe.<br><br>As the need for water is assuaged, she again turns her attention to his words.&nbsp; Her own inner play of conversation vastly different than his.&nbsp; Her mental chatter condemning, angry, volatile as his words roll from him, seemingly easy, as to her future. <em> How dare he think!&nbsp; For one single moment!&nbsp; NO!</em><br><br>Just in that moment, that moment of anger where safety was no longer of an issue, that moment where her body tensed to spring from the elevated seat, just in that moment.. his grip tightened upon the leash sending her bouncing ignominiously back into the seat.&nbsp; The strength behind it as well as her sudden turn pinches off her breath.&nbsp; <br><br>Clutching at the collar, she gags, coughing, gasps for breath.&nbsp; Striking him would really yield nothing.&nbsp; He was considerably bigger than she.&nbsp; And while she had little doubt as to her own ability to fight her way out of most situations, there was that damnable collar.&nbsp; One cannot fight if you have no breath left within you.<br><br>A desperation born of instinct fills her.&nbsp; This feeling was why the fox would chew its own foot off to escape the trap.. this feeling.. this desperation for freedom.&nbsp; The logical part of her knew what she was going to do would be of no value in her escape, though logic stayed conspicuously silent as she drew her fist back and let sail, her target..&nbsp; his nose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 17:38:04</strong>
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				Hendrix watched as she drank hungrily from the skin, knowing that her thirst for liquid refreshment would give her some composure, perhaps enough to please her, perhaps not.&nbsp; He held fast the leash that could easily snap her head back and prevent any escape, and as he hears the coughing gags come from her throat he loosens his gripping tension on the leather thong that bound her to him…for now.<br><br>Though he had let the slack fall into the tether, he could easily tighten its grip and again force her back to the seat, he watched as her expressions turned from contempt to outright anger, and in a flash saw her fist doubled and moving quickly…its target…his face….most likely the protrusion of his Romanesque nose.&nbsp; A reaction to the outburst from her came quickly, his arm jerked back on the leash, his face turned to avert the crashing blow she had intended to deliver, yet he was too lulled by her beauty to react fast enough and a glancing blow crossed his cheek painfully.&nbsp; His weight fell upon the leash at that very moment, and her body was crushed against the seat’s back as he felt the pain, and thought quickly as to how best to respond to her insolence. <br><br>As the collar seemed to draw ever tighter around her throat, he knew that soon the lack of air would take her to unconsciousness, yet he felt that to be too kind and not the correct message to send to this pert female who needed to learn…and learn quickly that a price would be paid for misdeeds.&nbsp; With one tug on the reins of the still trotting horse it came to a halt along the path, Hendrix cinched the rein to the carriage's frame to ensure it would not go farther without command or release.&nbsp; He looked at her and began to speak of her poorly chosen attack, but then chose not to, for his anger stirred, his wrath in the beginnings of action…a lesson must be taught, and taught right here and now.<br><br>In a move as quick as a roaring river he gripped her by the collar and knee, hoisting her to his shoulder and leaped from the elevated seat of the carriage.&nbsp; Her body's weight was light, and he landed upon the trail with only a slight jolt as her midsection could feel the impact, forcing a breath to escape her lungs, breath that had already been taken by the collar she bore.&nbsp; His body leaned forward as he shoved her to the side of the carriage and drew the leash tight through a decorative railing that would hold her fast…he then tied it off, her body now pressed with her back to the side of the body of the carriage, her neck taught to the strong hold of the leash cinched her almost cruelly to it.&nbsp; Though her resistance had not ebbed, his strength was far greater than her agility and means, so a step back was taken to avoid any flailing arms or feet that she might choose to again play out her frustrated wrath upon him with.&nbsp; He gazed but for a moment at the hatred that came from the now helplessly restrained beauty.<br><br>He walked to the back of the carriage and from the boot brought forth a coil of rope, and stood before her.&nbsp; As his gaze took hers, he felt regret that she had not taken better to the inevitable captivity, but he would teach her that a price would be paid.&nbsp; In a voice that she had not heard him use as yet, one coated with tones of his own contempt he spoke to her at last.&nbsp; “Slave…I have as yet been kind, I had thought that the very kindnesses I provided would make the journey and even your bonded slavery more palatable, yet you have struck out at me for that very kindness I offer.”&nbsp; His hand went to the pale reddened mark on his cheek where her blow caught him, and he rubbed at it to still the throb of it.&nbsp; “I can admire your strength, and even your agility to deliver such a blow, yet I cannot and will not allow it to happen a second time.&nbsp; Rest assured wench, you are my slave, and you will pay for this act as I promised earlier.”<br><br>The rope had hung gently in his hand as he spoke, and when his words trailed off into the wide grassy Knowles that surrounded the path he moved closer to her still choking figure, grabbing up her hands as he avoided the opportunity for her to wrack him with a well placed knee, no longer would he be caught off guard or lulled by her exquisite beauty.&nbsp; He then forced her hands above her and looped the rope onto her wrists painfully, quickly tying them also to the railing of the carriage, the draped end of the rope fell to the ground beside her, and with little effort he looped it about her ankles and tied them as well.<br><br>His eyes softened as he looked to the pools of her lush green orbs, she looked so helpless, though the rage seemed strong in her still, as was his.&nbsp; His hand raised…open with the palm facing her near her own cheek…and then with resolve his hand touched her cheek with almost tender caress as he again spoke, this time with much less vile tones.&nbsp; "Slave girl, you have gone beyond the rules, and you should know that now.&nbsp; I was more than willing to allow you passage at my side, covered from prying eyes, and in the comfort of the carriage, yet so that you might feel the consequence of your deed, I am forced to act less than the normal gentleman I am.”<br><br>The hand that lay gently on her cheek traveled down across her jaw line, along the smooth flesh of her neck, and came to rest upon the center of her chest between her collar bones.&nbsp; His touch had been gentle, but soon that same hand was joined by the other and they ripped the robe and tunic from her body, allowing them to fall to the ground around her feet.&nbsp; He stood in awe of the beauty before him, and could have easily taken pleasure with her even now, her naked body seeming to tremble in the wake of his acts; he did not wish her to find him a rapist, for the delights of the flesh should be shared.&nbsp; As his eyes feasted on the bounty of her body he contemplated what to do now…how could he allow her to return to the seat beside him, for surely at first chance she would throttle him by some means.<br><br>His eyes sparkled as he made a decision as to how to transport her for the balance of the journey to the castle… “I know your hatred flows heavily now within your thoughts slave, and yet I will give you a choice as to how you will come to my home.&nbsp; Think well of the choices I give, for they are the only ones you will be given or offered as a lesson for your act.&nbsp; The first offering is simply to remain bound by hand and foot and tossed into the carriage as so much baggage, to remain there nude until our arrival.”&nbsp; He paused to allow her to take in the first of three offerings, and then continued “the second would find you still bound by the wrists and neck, and yet your legs would be allowed to be free so that you can run along behind the carriage as one would treat a cur dog that had misbehaved, it might bring humor to my thoughts to see your breasts rise and fall as you ran along behind for the three miles left to our journey.”&nbsp; Again he paused to let her picture the thought of running barefoot and naked for the remaining miles to the castle, and then again continued “Your final choice would offer your passage also, yet not so comforted as the seat you have defiled with your act…I offer you to ride upon the steed that pulls the carriage, though be mindful that you will be bound to her on your back and spreadeagled along her back so that I can see each move the gate will bring to your lush breasts, legs and even the most private parts of your flesh.”&nbsp; His words and thoughts brought a sliver of a smile to his face, his eyes danced with elated hopes that she would give a choice worthy of his gaze.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 11:15:28</strong>
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				Choking, she struggled with the collar as he crushed her body against the back of the high perch, the lack of oxygen slowing her movements.&nbsp; As her struggles weakened, her field of vision also began to fade.&nbsp; A heavy jolt of belly crushing against his shoulder as he landed sent the last ounce of air rushing from her lungs in a grunting woof sound, all resistance fleeing with that last bit of air.<br><br>The lack of oxygen more than anything else stayed her hands, quelled the desire in her belly to send a foot or knee crashing into him.&nbsp; Clinging to the leash above her in a desperate attempt to prevent it from crushing her windpipe, she brought her eyes to bear on his movements.&nbsp; Barely conscious she offered no response save the anger in her eyes.<br><br>As the rope came round her, tying her hands, disabling her feet and her ability to run should the chance present itself, she almost... almost let slip a tear.&nbsp; Born of desperation it would have been understandable, yet, no.&nbsp; she would not now.. she could not give him the satisfaction of seeing that.&nbsp; <br><br>The tilt of her jaw as she clenched it tight, held an almost regal beauty as his hand seemed to caress in a parody of tenderness.&nbsp; Her body trembled in an uncontrollable reaction to his every touch, his every glance upon her.&nbsp; His voice alone carried with it a seed of panic, growing, swelling within her as tiny, almost inaudible whimpers found their way from deep within.&nbsp; <br><br>Refusing to meet his eyes as his hand moved slowly upon her she barely noticed the arrival of the second till the sound of ripping cloth alerted her.&nbsp; Panicked eyes flew back, too late, as what remained of her modesty was torn from her falling without so much as a single care to the dirt below her feet.&nbsp; A true, ragged gasp then did escape from her,&nbsp; one of fear, of anger, of frustration.&nbsp; The slavers before had done much the same and had brought naught but anger from her.&nbsp; No sound.&nbsp; But there was something so much more intimate to this than the casual leers of the human offal who captured her.<br><br>Moving did nothing to assuage her modesty, his work with the ropes had been too complete allowing her no method in which to cover herself, but the desire was strong within her eyes.&nbsp; His words only bringing that need to her more intensely.<br><br>Licking her lips to retrieve the last of the moisture from the water just bare moments earlier, her mouth suddenly gone as dry as if she had never touched the leather bag to her lips, she choked out a few syllables in response.<br><br>"Inside, please.&nbsp; My skin burns too easily in the sun."<br><br>With that she lapsed into embarrassed silence.&nbsp; The word 'please' having nearly choked her as she forced it from her lips.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 13:19:26</strong>
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				As he waited with only a degree of patience for her reply his thoughts traveled much as did his eyes across the fair skinned beauty before him.&nbsp; The fiery red hair, the deep green eyes, the slenderness of her neck and shoulders held a sense of royal appraisal.&nbsp; The flesh that covered the lush curves much more than fair, it was….perfection to admire, and so he did as thoughts of the times of delight he would take of her, or share with her if she chose to be a willing slave when trained.<br><br>Her reply brought no surprise to his ear, for in gazing at the female he had taken to be his slave; he could tell that she had rarely been less than covered in the sun’s heated rays. He smiled as she choked out the words knowing that his act had embarrassed her, knowing that she would indeed think more fully before her next attempt at retaliation against him, or escape, which would only yield even more severe penalties.<br><br>His answer came in a voice almost soft, his words sincere “I can indeed see that your skin is fair slave, and will honor your request happily, for I believe you have learned a lesson in this, and that is one worth heeding in the time we will spend together.” He climbed to the seat once more and returned with the skin filed with water and said “Drink more; I can see that your lips are parched, and want you to know that this kindness is freely offered.”&nbsp; He held the flask to her mouth and gently poured a bit into her parted lips.&nbsp; He tossed the skin back to the elevated seat from whence it had come.<br><br>He walked to the side of her and stretched his arms up to untie the rope that bond her wrists to the frame of the carriage, and as he lowered them pressed them to her abdomen firmly.&nbsp; A quick loop was wrapped about her waist and then retied at the wrist, her arms now unable to move from where he placed them.&nbsp; &nbsp;As his body pressed to hers while slipping the rope around her he could feel the textures of her flesh, so very close, so very taunting to his needs, temptation all but overtook him to touch her in intimate ways, but with effort he managed to allow her the dignity of not being forced to take his advance in the middle of a country road.<br><br>Again his hand went to her cheek, and again his touch was soft as it passed her jaw, the collar that surrounded her neck, and then trough the cleft of her firm luscious breasts…he shuddered at the temptation again as her flesh seemed to quiver with condemned contemplation.&nbsp; He paused his hand there between the orbs as his other came to rest upon her right hip, a small squirm was felt as a simple reaction to being touched so close to parts of her body only a lover or husband should be able to touch, and yet it only lasted for a brief moment before that hand slipped behind her as she was lifted into his arms.&nbsp; He carried her to the door of the carriage and opened the door as he held her aloft; then swinging her into the interior of it and setting her upon the floor with the bundles of clothing as a pillow for her head to rest upon.<br><br>He grabbed up the satchel he had procured at the shop and carried it with him as he stepped from the doorway.&nbsp; A last look to her face and eyes brought about words of soft tones and sincere meaning “Girl, we shall arrive soon at the Castle Hendrix, until then rest easily, for the day has but only begun.”&nbsp; He climbed to the driver’s seat and grabbed up the reins, spurring the steed to carry them along the path once again.&nbsp; Another half an hour would pass, his thoughts lost in wonders that would take place soon after their arrival, though some were given to the bumpy ride for the baggage below as he avoided as many chunk holes as possible along the way.&nbsp; He pulled the carriage to a halt at the front entry of his home and climbed down to open the door an peer in at his new slave with a smile saying “We have arrived at your new home.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 19:11:28</strong>
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				To look into his eyes at this point would be a greater act of will than she was capable of; standing as she was, tied to the side of the coach, her arms tied overhead stretching her body,&nbsp; her torn ragged bits of what used to be considered clothing, puddled around her feet.<br><br>As he climbed back upon the driver's perch her thoughts where that he meant to drive on, leaving her tied hand and foot, to the side of the carriage, a surge of wild panic burst through her bringing a light sheen of sweat, quickly drying in the light breeze, chilling her with goose bumps over her skin.&nbsp; But no, this was not to be the case and the return of the leather water bag was most appreciated as an alternative.&nbsp; Not wishing to anger him further, given her position, dehydration a very real possibility, she drank eagerly, her lips covering the end of the spout least any water should escape.&nbsp; <br><br>As her eyes followed the casual toss of it back to the drivers seat, she was unaware of his movement towards her till he was already pressed full against her, her back and soft swell of her hips and cheeks pressing against the carriage.&nbsp; <br><br>Closing her eyes tight, she fights the primal instinct within her to bring knee to bear upon his tender regions well within reach.&nbsp; No, it would be easily accomplished and would give her some, more than just some, measure of satisfaction; yet it would leave her tied,&nbsp; helpless to the side of the coach, in full view of the sun and passersby.&nbsp; And what would he do later to her in retaliation?&nbsp; No, as dearly as she wished to, she refrained and gladly so once she felt the rope grow slack on her arms.&nbsp; Even having them tied to her waist was a vast improvement.<br><br><br>Hands moving upon her face, regardless how soft the touch, brought a shiver to her.&nbsp; As they moved down her body the shiver turned to a shudder of more than fear, revulsion would be more the degree of feeling, but hardly right word.&nbsp; Squirming a little, she simply tries to move her body away from his questing hands but that was not to bed as he lifted her, depositing her into the interior of the coach.&nbsp; <br><br>The gentle sway of the coach, the dark warm interior and more than anything else, the utter exhaustion of the past hours since the horse took flight worked their magic into her.&nbsp; Without external means keeping her awake and being in a semblance of comfort, she dropped into an exhausted sleep, not waking against till sunlight and his voice intrudes on her slumber as he opens the door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 12:41:39</strong>
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				“It is time to awaken my sleeping slave girl” he spoke in soft tones.&nbsp; He gazed at her, now more rested from the looks and sounds of it...he had not heard a peep from the carriage’s interior since they had continued the journey from the time of outburst anger on her part, and the lesson taught of reprisal for such acts.&nbsp; He knew he had been far too kind for it to teach her of the deeper meaning of his wrath, but he also knew she was new to being someone’s slave, her honor showed well in the effort, though the welt she had placed upon his cheek was still carried tenderness, that lesson had been given, and the act forgiven…for now.<br><br>As she stirred he leaned into the carriage, his hands went to her feet and pulled them gently to the doorway.&nbsp; He then unfastened the rope that bound her ankles and removed the rope from that restraining hold…the ends of it he held in his hand trailing to the knotted bindings that still held her wrists to her waist as he spoke again to the new prize.<br>“You shall walk to the home that is now yours, if all is well, you shall be free of these bindings soon, so behave well, or the chains will caress your flesh in the cool darkness of the dungeon for tonight.”&nbsp; He leaned in again and helped her to right her body from the floor of the coach until she was seated at its threshold, her feet barely reaching the ground below.&nbsp; As she stood he grasped the leash still fastened to her collar, continuing to hold the loosed ropes in the same grip, and picked up the two sacks of clothing that had been purchased for her so that she need not remain nude day and night for the duration of her service to him.<br><br>He gently tucked each sack into her hands in gesture for her to carry her own baggage and swung his arm to the boot that held the satchel of goodies that could be used, and would be used over time. It was time for them now to go to the castle’s entry, and he turned as he led her to the large doors that would open to the expanse of the foyer’.<br><br>As she followed along behind him he turned his eyes to her from time to time to catch a glimpse of her expression, perhaps figure out what she would do next to attempt escape from the inevitable slavery she had become destined for. He swung open the right panel of the doors and led her through it, and as he closed the door to the outside, he felt the doorway to her past close behind her as well and hoped she also felt that plight.&nbsp; “I shall not burden you with a tour of the castle as yet girl, for there are many rooms, and many corridors within its stone walls…in time you will come to know them all.&nbsp; For now we go to the chamber for bathing, for I feel you will be comforted by soothing water, soap, and oils to bring even more softness to your…” he paused as he again took in the view of her body “lush flesh.”&nbsp; He led her down a long corridor that ended at a single door, not as vast as the entry, but wide enough for them to walk side by side into the sun soaked room.<br><br>The afternoon’s sun flowed freely through the slotted ports left in the west wall of the chamber allowing warmth and light to fill it easily with a friendly glimmer, he had designed this room in particular in this section of the castle, for he had engineered it to suit the needs well for relaxing in a warm tub. He laid the satchel down on a cabinet, and then took the two parcels from her and laid them beside the first.&nbsp; Deciding to take on the task of preparation himself, he guided her to the wall near the fireplace and fastened her leash to a ring above her head level knowing she would not be able to reach and slip it loose and make an attempt to escape with her wrists still bound to her waist.&nbsp; He went to the fireplace and stoked the fire beneath the kettle of water, swinging it out to test its current temperature.&nbsp; It still carried almost enough heated water to warm the tub, but he replaced it for now as he went and with a machine of his own devise lowered a pipe from the wall to fill the tub half full with sun warmed water from the copper tank on the outer wall.&nbsp; He could not know if she had ever seen water inside that had not been carried by hand or cart, but he was proud of his inventiveness, and hoped she would notice it…surely if she had not seen this before, she would think better of his ingenuity at least.<br><br>When the tub had filled he replaced the pipe to its holder and turned again to face the new occupant of his home, though less than a willing house guest, she would be made to appreciate its many facets, and the many wonders he could offer in delight, and even pain if she cared for that pleasure.&nbsp; He watched her expressions as he walked slowly towards her, his coat and shirt coming off as he came closer.&nbsp; She would now see that his body was trim and muscular for herself, her body seemed to tense as he stood a few feet away and stripped off his boots and pants leaving him as naked as she was, nothing hidden any longer of his desire as his meaty tool swung side to side partially erect.&nbsp; “It’s time for your bath now; I will clean you fully of the filth that has coated your curves since the accident that has brought us together.”&nbsp; He stood waiting to see just how she would react to her master giving her a bath and slipping his hands over her entirety with the fragrant lathers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 06:33:20</strong>
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				Jerking awake at the sound of his voice and the intrusion of the light upon her darkened cocoon, a small squeal of fright escaping from her lips as she tried to scurry back into the cover of shadow.<br><br>Dragged unceremoniously to the door of the carriage before he removed the bindings, she stumbled, swaying a little as she once again regained her footing. Keenly aware of the rope and collar still holding her, she clutched the packages to her once they are given, grateful to at least have a semblance of cover.<br><br>Blinking back sleep and the bright sunlight after the confining darkness, she looks about trying to find something,&nbsp; anything,&nbsp; that might look familiar.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; Absolutely nothing.&nbsp; Her home may as well not exist.&nbsp; Even the hills look different.&nbsp; Railing at herself for the stupidity of sleeping when she would have been watching the direction they had traveled, she followed behind as he lead her inside.<br><br>Padding along softly on bare feet, the stone chilled where it touched leaving only the arch of her foot warm.&nbsp; With eyes wide, unused to guarding her expression she spent the time from entry till reaching their destination surveying the corridors, the doorways, the windows, anything that might prove useful, learning the way out as he lead her in.&nbsp; The only thing really of interest to her at that moment, the way out.<br><br>The words he spoke seemed to flow around her without intruding on her thinking till he made to fasten her to the wall.&nbsp; At that her consciousness of him returned full, slammed into with the force of a winter gale, she felt the first tendril of real fear.&nbsp; Not comingled with anger or indignation, but real fear, palpable and weighty, descend upon her as he removed his coat and shirt.&nbsp; <br><br>A strangled whimper brought her eyes closed as his boots and pants followed.&nbsp; Not seeing him as he approaches her, she felt the heat of his nearness.&nbsp; Trembling, she shuts down hearing nothing but the sounds of his words, the meaning utterly gone.&nbsp; <br><br>A single tear, after all that has occurred from the bolt of the horse till now, one single tear gathers itself upon thick dark lashes, slipping down, leaving an almost clean streak on a muddied cheek.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 05:13:17</strong>
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				Hendrix watched as she stood, still fastened by collar and leash to the wall, still bound with her wrists at the waist, and beams with delight of his new prize.&nbsp; From the lush full head of reddened hair and pale flesh of her face, neck, shoulders and so many other wondrous curves to the muscular legs and the small patch at their joining…a perfect look in so many ways, though there is one preference that he needed to care for in her appearance, and would do so after her bath.&nbsp; As he watches her, waiting for some response, he finds none, save a single tear as it gently careens from one closed eye, his mood changes a bit, now with thoughts of even more gentle ways of persuasion and training.<br><br>Though her feet and legs are not bound he steps closer, wanting to unfasten her from the ropes that would be less needed once she sat within the tub, he took caution as to his position once within reach of those very legs that could rack him with pain if she again took a notion to throttle him in some manner.&nbsp; He stood only inches from her left side as he untied the rope that bound her waist to the wrists, and soon the extremities were free to fall to her side, or cover the reddish patch above the flower of her feminine core.&nbsp; As he reached up to unfasten the leash from the wall, so intent on not feeling the wrath of her fists again, his body came closer, even his swollen phallus brushed against the smooth flesh of her thigh as he made the stretch to do so.&nbsp; A tingle of proportion was felt as flesh met flesh, he looked to her eyes to take note of what she might also feel with the accidental touch, but her eyes remained closed and he could but imagine what&nbsp; her thoughts were as the streak from the tear glistened its trail on her cheek.<br><br>Once unfastened from the wall he slipped one arm around her shoulder, his hand tucked under the opposite arm as he held the lead with the other, he stepped from the wall and led her to the tub and with a little prompting aided her in stepping in to the warm soothing water.&nbsp; “Sit now slave, for you shall be clean at least, if not refreshed…soon.”&nbsp; As she followed his instruction, though he thought a bit unwillingly he removed the collar from her neck and set it on the floor beside the tub.&nbsp; “Girl, I trust that the water is warmed enough for your likes.&nbsp; I must say, your face and physique are splendid, your hair fiery as is your spirit, I think.&nbsp; You do have my consent to speak freely…tell me more about your self as I bathe you, it might distract the feel of my touch…should that be hard for you to accept as yet…”&nbsp; He scooped up water in a pewter pitcher and poured it across her shoulders and back as he spoke, wanting her to be an active participant in the pending activities, and if soon she did not respond…he would simply take his pleasures in other ways.&nbsp; Hendrix picked up a carafe filled with scented oils of lavender and poured out a dollop in his palm before setting it down.&nbsp; He rubbed it into his palms and laid his hands on her shoulders, brushing her hair to one side as he began to wash her neck and shoulders…the muscles seemingly not yet relaxed…her mind still fighting the inevitable situation of being enslaved as she now found herself.&nbsp; As his fingers kneaded into the muscles of her shoulders to message them he started a conversation “Tell me if my hands are too rough for your likes …” he paused in thought “…I feel a need to call you by a name, though I am not certain that the name you have had as a free person will be fair enough for your new life.&nbsp; Is there a name that you would care for me to call you by, or would you prefer for me to give you one that suits your persona?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 10:55:55</strong>
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				She really truly had no idea of how to protect herself at this point.&nbsp; Bound to the wall, her hands tied against her waist all she could do was.. wait?&nbsp; When the attack she had expected did not come&nbsp; she opened eyes confused to watch as he removes her bindings, leading her to the bath.<br><br>she knows,&nbsp; she just knows, she should fight back.&nbsp; But for the life of her she cannot, the fear of what he might do should she do so too deep at the moment,&nbsp; the fear of the unknown too fully grown within her.&nbsp; Instead, she gives voice.&nbsp; He did say,&nbsp; did he not she was free to speak?<br><br>As he washes her, massages muscles sore and cramped from well over twenty four hours of twitching fear she spoke freely, quietly, her voice angry, spite growing as wild flowers on a sun drenched hill.<br><br>"Not that you really care.&nbsp; Because I don't believe for one minute that you do.&nbsp; I know what you want.&nbsp; My name is Annaria..&nbsp; but I go by Annie..&nbsp; If you actually do care you will use my name.&nbsp; Just use my name!&nbsp; Its my name!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 13:28:50</strong>
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				It rather surprised him that she did nothing to accost him in some way, he felt pleased that at least for now she was either too far in shock over the ordeal, or yielding at least a bit to the kindness he had afforded her so far…save the fact that he had stripped her naked in the middle of the path and bound her to the carriage.<br><br>While his rubbing still soothed the muscles of her shoulders and upper arms he smiled gently and said “I must confess I was wrong, your given name is quite well suited” and he mouthed her name aloud “Annaria…yes that has a wonderful tone to it.” As his hands finished with her shoulders he made sure she was centered in the tub and said “Lean your head back Annaria, I wish to wash your hair next.”&nbsp; He grasped another carafe; this one filled with a sweet scented soap, and then thought of dowsing her head first with the warm water, and scooped up the pitcher and poured it playfully over her head.&nbsp; Again he grasped the carafe and poured out a large amount into one hand and then rubbed them together briskly to start the lather’s bubbles.&nbsp; He was more or less behind her, so lifted his hands to her forehead and began there as he lathered her entire head with the scent of apple blossoms being sure to cleanse from root to end of the lush red mane.<br><br>As he finished the washing regimen he rinsed his hands in the tub just behind her lower back, taking care not to touch her…not yet, and picked up the pitcher again saying “Lean your head back this time Annaria, and once she had complied he scooped up and poured water from the tub over and over into her hair with the pitcher to rinse the soapy suds from it.&nbsp; Once he was satisfied that her head was adequately cleaned his hands went to her shoulders and pulled her backwards and all but forced her to recline.&nbsp; Her neck was sparkling clean now, her shoulders and arms finished, and it was time to care over the rest of her.&nbsp; Silently he slipped a loop around her neck, and quickly fastened her neck to the edge of the tub.&nbsp; He moved to be beside the tub, turning to face her as he knelt beside it. His words came, as shocking as the quick binding.&nbsp; “I know that this will be less than comfortable for you Annaria, but I fear that the next parts of cleansing you will bring forth the anger I already know you hold for me and your situation.” <br><br>He all but whispered “I will take care not to be rough as I complete this first bath, there will be many times we shall share this tub and wash each other, for that is one of the many chores that you shall be tasked with…but for now, it is your turn to receive the refreshing times that the liquid warmth and caress can avail.&nbsp; Lower your arms into the water and close your eyes, allow me to wash away your fears.”&nbsp; With that said he picked up the fragrant oil again and rubbed a large dollop onto his fingers and palms. As her head fell backwards, whether in reconciled fear, or actual relaxation, he moved and gently rubbed circles of the oils to her forehead, cheeks and jaw line.&nbsp; His eyes however were not upon the loveliness of her face, but of her flesh that carried his interest with ever more eager resolve.<br><br>Again he applied a large amount of the lavender oil to his hands, this time slipping them from collar bones downwards, cupping her firm orbs in each hand, caressing them with the silky smooth oil…it was all he could do not to attack her right then, but there were more pleasures awaiting below the surface of the water.&nbsp; He could tell that even this tender first touch to her had some impact, the textures of her nipples changed to become more pebbled, harder it seemed.&nbsp; His fingers squeezed at them gently to provoke a simple physical response…and it seemingly worked.&nbsp; He wrung out a cloth, warm with the scented water she sat in and after folding it laid it upon her face, covering her eyes.&nbsp; As his hands worked at her breasts, his heart beat ever faster, knowing that soon her body would be his to ravage, but for now he was content to caress her softly with sweeping circles of the fragrant oil.&nbsp; He moved again, lower along the tub until his body was aligned with her knees, the view of the fine curled hairs of her pubis so very close now, and yet his view was marred by both the water and the very hairs that marked her mound.<br><br>He reached into the water; one hand drew her leg up and propped her foot along the edge of the tub as the other pulled the drain plugs from the large basin.&nbsp; Soon it would be empty, and soon his view would not be obscured. He quickly took another dollop of oil and rubbed it along her shins, knees and thighs, carefully avoiding the one place he so wanted to touch…he taunted himself as much as her, his cock now straining with the fullness of his broad lengthy sword.&nbsp; As the water went lower he managed to rinse both of her now clean legs and while he maintained a hand upon her thigh his other reached beneath the tub’s edge and brought forth a length of rope, and quickly looping each ankle and fastening them to opposite sides of the edges, just as he had her neck.&nbsp; He whispered softly to her again “I have touched you and you have not been harmed, I have smelled the lush scent of your loins and still have not taken you as my own; I bid you now to remain still, for the next task is to shave the hairs from your pubis so that I might gaze unfettered at your sweetness.”&nbsp; He paused, his hand grasped the sharpened knife that he swiped his own beard with each day, he knew its balance, he knew its sharpened edge, and he knew that he dared not do this eagerly, for if even a move was made he would need to react quickly or she could be harmed badly by the edge.&nbsp; “Are you ready for me to begin Annaria?” he asked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 19:44:57</strong>
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				To be rid of the filth of the dried mud itching and irritating her skin actually felt remarkably good.&nbsp; Despite her anger and resolution she found herself relaxing bit by tiny bit as the heated water and soft scents worked their way through her.&nbsp; Even his hands washing her hair, at first causing her to start and quiver in fear and anger, now seemed to sooth.&nbsp; Even the smooth timber of his words brought some measure of comfort.&nbsp; <br><br>Though he was calm and seemingly gentle throughout, though he was careful to speak to her in soothing tones, he still crouched nude but scant inches from her,&nbsp; then the loop went about her neck.<br><br>Stiffening, her eyes grew wide, stark terror taking up residence within as her trembling body brought tiny ripples to the surface of the water.&nbsp; No longer did his words sooth, now with the advent of the loop about her neck they seemed to taunt and tease as he told her of his intentions.<br><br>How could this be happening to her?&nbsp; She should be on her way back home now, an empty cart and the horse her only companions as she made her way, as a boy, back to her home.&nbsp; Tomorrow they would begin looking for her.&nbsp; Tomorrow they would begin to watch the small path between the wild flower covered hills where the sheep grazed looking for her return.&nbsp; The small cache of coins from their sales secreted upon her to share.&nbsp; What would they do when tomorrow came and she did not?<br><br>As he drew first one leg up, laying it upon the side of the tub and then the other still she did not resist as her awareness of his nearness returned in a flash of cold fear.&nbsp; If she moved the loop would tighten about her neck, her body slicked by the oils and water would likely give her no purchase within the tub.&nbsp; <br><br>A whimper instead tightened her body at the glint of light against sharpened metal reached her eyes.&nbsp; "please."&nbsp; At this she did struggle back, pulling back minutely, begging the gods to either not let her slip or make it quick and done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 23:21:57</strong>
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				He saw her expression change as the ropes, first about her neck, and then he ankles, tying her to the tub, sprawled out for his eye, or any part of him to feast upon.&nbsp; The single word she uttered was filled with fear, though he intended her no harm.&nbsp; Had that been his interest he would have had her raped and dead long before she came to his castle; no she had much to learn….much indeed.<br><br>The water had all drained from the tub, its surface slick with the oils he had cleansed her with and he knew that her lush buttocks would slip on its surface as he shaved her pubic hairs, so he left her as she sat for a moment, walked to a cabinet and retrieved a soft towel.&nbsp; He laid the shaving knife down and reached into the tub, slipping a hand beneath the wondrous ass of Annaria, his Annaria.&nbsp; He lifted her from the cheeks and slipped the towel beneath her and set her back down upon it, and as he did so chuckled to her “It would not do for your body to slip, or even move for a few minutes Annaria, for I will take care not to harm such a valuable beauty as yourself.”<br><br>Hendrix then picked up the knife again, but before the first stroke of it he removed the cloth from her eyes, hoping that being able to see his caution she would be still during the removal.&nbsp; His left hand slipped to her mound just above the faint triangle of curls, his right lowered the blade to join it, and on the first swipe a broad swath had been shaved clean, nary any stubble left to be felt.&nbsp; He pulled at the skin to tighten it as the second took all but the lower part of her hairs with the same deft maneuver.&nbsp; As he had never before shaved a lady’s mound before he was not certain as to where to begin as he drew nearer to the fine slit and petals of her flower.&nbsp; He decided that his pose was wrong for the effort and rose to his feet, with his hands so close to her most intimate parts, his phallus had developed a mind of its own and grown to full mast, a lengthy mast at that as it swayed before him.&nbsp; He made the decision as to how to proceed…<br><br>He stepped into the tub between her thighs, scooted back and then knelt between her legs, it seemed she feared he would impale her with the bulbous shaft, but for now that was not his intent, she could wait for that honor, and so could he.&nbsp; His eyes went to hers as he softly said “Relax as much as possible, I will have this patch gone soon…your flower will be so much more appealing to me then.” He reached under her buttocks and lifted her again, this time slipping his knees beneath her and propping her upon his thighs.&nbsp; This pose did many things, it did allow him better access to the sides of her fine slit, and would allow him to shave even close without bringing her harm, but at the same time, his massive cock was in the way, it hung so close that even it could feel the inner heat that she gave off unwittingly, or in probability unwillingly.&nbsp; He tarried not, and soon the curve of the blade had taken the balance of her pubic hair off, leaving a perfect smooth snatch for his pleasure.&nbsp; He raised his left hand to his face, the scent of her cunt upon it could easily drive him mad, but there were plans made, and he would follow them if at all possible.<br><br>He picked up the carafe of oil, another daub was poured into his hand, but only a small pool was required.&nbsp; His left hand went to the smoothly shaven mound and slipped downward across the finery of her petals below, not to invade it, but only to caress and feel the wonder of her flesh there.&nbsp; His right hand, that carried the oil, went to his meaty tool and smeared it slick with the oil with a stroking motion.&nbsp; He shuddered as the feel of his hand was thought of as her sweet slit, yet it was not time for that pleasure, she had need to be away from the confines of the tub during that delightful first encounter.&nbsp; He looked to her face, then her eyes, and smiled as he asked “I have not asked, for the answer will only change the techniques I employ.&nbsp; Have you felt the invasion of a man’s cock within your wondrous channel before?&nbsp; Or, is your channel still holding the maiden’s head of virginity?”&nbsp; …. “Annaria?” he prompted a reply with a smirked smile on his face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 11:41:54</strong>
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				Struggling against the bonds proved next to useless within the oil slicked confines of the tub, tied as she was gave no sort of purchase from which to mount an escape.&nbsp; There was nothing logical really, left for her to do.&nbsp; So, she did the illogical, she tried to slide down thinking maybe to pull the rope loose from its moorings above her head as his hands made to lift her onto the towel.<br><br>A few moments of coughing put that action to rest.&nbsp; As the glint of the knife edged closer she felt herself draw back, almost willing her body to move, her skin to eek its way away from the cold touch of the blade as he brought it to bare across her supple skin. A frightened squeal, much like one would expect to hear from a rabbit or other small prey creatures.&nbsp; <br><br>Squeezing her eyes closed tightly she could not see as it descended but the cold of it against her alerted her, clenching momentarily, she opened her eyes in surprise when pain did not follow.&nbsp; Instead, seeing him... remove.. shave, yes, that's the word.. shave her hair?<br><br>Blinking quickly to attempt to clear away the confusion she watched as he shaved her, even as he moved into the tub she watched, blushing furiously at the sight of his rigid and swollen meat crouched between her thighs.&nbsp; Unable to move she sent her eyes anywhere but towards him, finally coming to rest upon a small patch on the ceiling, closing for long moments as he finished his ministrations with the blade.<br><br>The sound of metal coming to rest alerted her as to his having finished as did the feel of the oil caressing her skin,&nbsp; sensitive and tender where once protected by soft curls.&nbsp; The tiny&nbsp; round and puckered chicken pox scar that had been just below her hairline again visible, the only blemish to her otherwise creamy luminescent skin.<br><br>Sprawled as she was, laid bare before him, his eyes seem to capture and hold hers as her brain fought feverishly in denial.&nbsp; No, no, this could not be happening.&nbsp; She had always been careful, she had always been cautious.&nbsp; She was no complete innocent, she knew the what and the how's of coupling.&nbsp; Though never had she thought to be placed so till her wedding night.&nbsp; Not that any particular man had caught her attention but it had always been a some day thing.&nbsp; Now, it was not.<br><br>As he stroked the smooth silken petals panic took possession of her as she seemed to arch away, jerking and flailing to protect her pristine condition.&nbsp; A rasp of breath expelled hurriedly from the collected holdings within her lungs as the loop about her neck brought her up short, holding her, calming her as she fought to regain proper breathing without finding the need to cough.&nbsp; Her voice, when she found it, came out in a rush, words tumbling over themselves.<br><br>"No, never, please, no..I've never. Please, just let me go. My village, my father will pay you back.&nbsp; I swear it.&nbsp; Please.. Noooooo!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 15:12:50</strong>
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				He heard her squeal as the blade brandished above her mound, the glint of light that caressed it shone a beam across her face, she was truly afraid, it seemed, that he would have a notion to cut her with it, and yet, his intent was far more filled with pleasure than pain…for now anyway.&nbsp; Quickly the act of shaving her was done, he had learned the angles to use, and made note of them for the next time, though he thought better of doing so in the tub…surely there was a better way, or at least one more comfortable.<br><br>As his right hand continued to move in slow deliberate strokes up and back along the meaty too, his left found the textures of her petals both wondrous and delightful, soon his fingertips found the nubbin they sought, that pearl of flesh that could drive even timid women to distraction.&nbsp; He reached up and grasped the carafe of oil, poured just a tiny spot onto the uppermost shroud of flesh above it and set the bottle back down.&nbsp; This time when his fingers found the shroud they pulled it up and away from the pearl, and ever so slowly circled it before passing over it with a feathered touch.&nbsp; His excitement grew, and his breaths came in more quick pants than they had, but he was not yet ready to invade her, he wanted to steal her flower in the comfort of the feather mattress in his bed chamber.&nbsp; Her struggles also excited him, though he continued undaunted by them, and would not alter the plan…unless her acts called for him to do so.<br><br>Finally she spoke, her voice mixed with fear and anguish as well as full fledged contempt for her plight.&nbsp; His right hand left his cock to hang above her thighs and mound and went to lie on her abdomen gently.&nbsp; His left stilled the moves around her clitoris though remained there touching it softly.&nbsp; He thought over her words, his eyes turned to the very ceiling she had gazed at moments before as he seemed to consider her offer of repayment in order to maintain her virginity…and to be released.<br><br>When he had decided how best to tell her of his thoughts, he leaned forward, knowing that with her arms still free she could strike out at him, though it would again strangle her if she slipped in the slick tub. “Annaria, I understand that your father, and most likely the village you come from would pay dearly for your release…for I have paid to purchase you myself already today.&nbsp; You are worthy of such things, for your spirit is great, and your body wondrous to behold.&nbsp; Do not fear that I would ravage you here in the confines of the tub, when our joining comes to pass, it will be with delight, not terror…unless you act out and force me to defile you in a way less than gentle or kind.”<br><br>He leaned back against his heels, now perched at the far end of the tub from her and gazed at the beautiful landscape of her body as it lay sprawled before him.&nbsp; He rose to his feet and stepped from the tub, padding barefoot across the floor and retrieving two soft towels.&nbsp; One he used on himself, though his body was not really wet still, and then used it to crown her head filled with wetted hair, though even it had dried to some degree in the time they had shared.&nbsp; He laid the other down and went to her feet, untying them easily and allowing them to again be in the tub.&nbsp; He walked to the head of the tub again, this time fastening the collar to her neck and then untying the rope that bound her during her bath. He stepped to the side of the tub and looked down at her, frustration was all he could see in her eyes, with perhaps a mixed of planned vengeance to her expression.&nbsp; With the leash in hand he spoke to her in soft tones again “It is time to dry off Annaria, your body is now clean, hopefully the memories of your capture and captivity will soon be faded ones…trust that in time you will come to enjoy the fruits of being my slave, for the alternative is far more bleak now that your path is chosen.”&nbsp; She had not moved, and so he spoke a bit more firmly, but still with gentle resolve… “Stand now and dry yourself, or I shall do so for you…if that would be your preference.”&nbsp; <br><br>The supple nature of her figure was astounding, the thoughts of sensual advance now a reality in his mind….soon, he thought…soon.&nbsp; His body had relaxed from the tensions of need, his meat now hung only partially filled along his thigh. It was far less imposing a view than before, yet still the now slender extremity hung half way to his knee…she would be pleased when it was at last hers...he thought silently.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 07:45:56</strong>
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				Knowing his intentions and feeling his hands upon her, exploring, soothing, petting her denuded flesh sent shivers of fear and revulsion through her.&nbsp; Squirming, she tried to push away, but there was no where.&nbsp; That certainly did not quell her attempt.&nbsp; <br><br>Jerking her legs, tied spread over the lip of the tub, she used her hands now to grip the round crowning trying without success, to lift herself up and away.&nbsp; Again, her movements only caused the loss of breath and more coughing.&nbsp; His work to secure her more than adequate.<br><br>Indeed her own movements seemed to spread the oils and his questing fingers over her with more intense thoroughness.&nbsp; As they find their way through to her most tender flesh, she gives a gasp of some unknown origin holding momentarily very well as she blinks slowly, her full lips in a soft O of surprise before once again, she squirms, her squeals of fright and anger growing more pronounced as he tells her of his intentions, her offer,&nbsp; dismissed.<br><br>That really was all she heard.&nbsp; The no.&nbsp; None of the rest of it mattered, he wouldn't even entertain the notion.&nbsp; That was what matters.&nbsp; <br><br>As he stepped out of the tub her eyes followed him before darting about the room, trying to gauge her possibility of escape.&nbsp; Shivering with more than fear now as the water beaded upon her body sapped the heat from her, she could only pull her legs in to at least protect some of her modesty.&nbsp; Wrapping her arms over her ripe breasts, she seemed to hug herself both for comfort and warmth.&nbsp; The collar locking upon her neck intensifying the shaking.<br><br>Fairly jerking the towel from his grasp as he made to hand it to her, she dried quickly.&nbsp; Glaring at him, almost daring him she wrapped it about her, tucking one end into the tight confines between her breasts to hold it in place.&nbsp; The removal of the water from her did seem to halt the chill from increasing, though it truly did nothing to add warmth.<br><br>Holding her arms tightly around herself and her legs pressed demurely together as she stood shivering, she could feel the silken texture between her legs, vastly different than the soft curls that had marked and covered her.<br><br>With the conclusion of her eyes making quick work of the room, evaluation all entry and exit types, she seemed to close in upon herself where she stood, shaking her head slowly.&nbsp; "Noo..nooo.. noooo.." whispered, breathily to herself.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn't.. none of this.. was supposed to happen.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was not going to go placidly along like some idiot sheep to slaughter,&nbsp; no sir.&nbsp; She was most certainly not!&nbsp; <br><br>Opening her eyes from her inner pep talk, they flare bright.&nbsp; Catching sight of his own eyes for the briefest of moments, she ducked her head in a semblance of compliance. No, it wouldn't do to fight.&nbsp; But, what?&nbsp; What to do?<br><br>&nbsp;Wait..&nbsp; the knife.&nbsp; That knife was very sharp. <br><br>Feigning a slip on oiled feet, her hand grazes over the side table of the tub, palming the knife.&nbsp; Now, that was better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 12:21:57</strong>
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				Hendrix was fairly well pleased with the outcome of the bath; she was now clean enough to hold close, clean enough to touch, clean enough to even taste if the opportunity came about…which it would in the near future.&nbsp; He slipped the tunic over his head one handedly and then slipped the hand holding her lead as he changed his grip upon it.<br><br>As she stood and grabbed the towel from his hand, he could understand that she had endured much already this day, and would be comforted by the cover of the towel when she had finished, yet the act was done so boldly that it surprised him, and when she wrapped herself in it he considered ripping it back off, but decided that she could be afforded that luxury for the moment.&nbsp; He could not tell what her mind debated on as he heard the hushed sounds of “noo….noooo…nooooo” come from her but again decided to abide her need to express whatever it might be, for soon she would be taken to another room for his delights, and to say something now would set the stage for the means to differ from his want of shared wonders.<br><br>At last her gaze met his, though brief, she had made some decision he was sure.&nbsp; Her head bowed submissively, and he smiled wryly at the thoughts of glories yet untaken.<br>As she turned to follow his turn to go to another part of the castle he felt, more than saw, her slip…maybe there was enough oil still on her feet to cause it, or maybe….he gasped as he saw her hand slip over the shaving blade and hold it secretly I her palm.&nbsp; He eyed her, knowing at once that she had come to some decision, and nothing with her holding a knife could come well of it.&nbsp; He did not want to challenge her over it, there would be a better way…let her hold it for a few moments, and then deal with it…yes, he thought…then I will have to deal with this problem.<br><br>He faced her with a wide eyed expression as she faced back to him, as if her losing her balance was what he was responding to, and said “Annaria…are you alright?” with a tremble to his voice that could easily be taken for concern.&nbsp; He was several feet away from her, so if an attack was what she had in mind came to pass, he could easily handle it, but if, heaven forbid, inflicting pain upon herself was what she had decided on, he would have to be sure that she couldn’t do that…he had too many plans to allow any thoughts of pain, at least ones that he had not contrived anyway.&nbsp; When she nodded that she was alright, he accepted it, knowing that she would believe she had gotten away with whatever she began.<br><br>His grip on the leash was loose, but he made sure that he would be able to use it should some action be needed as they left the room.&nbsp; He said “You have had a long and trying day Annaria, we should adjourn to somewhere more comfortable.”&nbsp; He moved towards the cabinet where the parcels had been placed, but stayed a bit to the side of it as he said “I would like you&nbsp; to carry your new things…perhaps if you are not too weary, you will show me what they each look like on you.&nbsp; That would not task you too much…I believe.”&nbsp; In truth his motive was to occupy her hands with the packages, and give her less opportunity to draw his blood at the first chance.&nbsp; She walked, still clutching her towel, the blade held tightly in that very hand that helped conceal her body from his view.<br><br>Once she had picked up the two packages he motioned for her to proceed, and precede him as they left the room saying “You will learn more of the layout of the castle if you lead the way, I will direct you.&nbsp; Please turn to your left as we go out of the door, and follow the hallway to the end, where you will find a staircase.”&nbsp; As she passed by him to go to the door as instructed, his hands moved quickly; one to the towel that covered her and the other to the hand that held it aloft.&nbsp; In a joined movement he both ripped the towel from her, and twisted her wrist causing the knife to fall to the floor with a clatter.&nbsp; He held her wrist twisted as he looked to her eyes and glared at her…”Nothing good could come from you carrying a knife…at least not today, your training is not even begun, but sadly now must be.” His other hand had shortened the grip on the leash, and held her neck awkwardly backwards to the painful grip on her wrist.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 19:17:52</strong>
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				Having a bit of covering, no matter how brief, was a relief.&nbsp; The feel of the knife, tucked and concealed between her forearm and hip gave Annaria a measure of confidence which, unawares, she showed in her step, her baring as she stood on the wet tiled floor.&nbsp; <br><br>Being cautious of her stance now, least the small puddles forming from the droplets plinking from her curls, caused her to drop or display the knife she held her ground a moment.&nbsp; Unsure now as to how to proceed she took stock of her situation, her eyes bright displaying the play of frenzied thought within.&nbsp; <br><br>“Annaria…are you alright?” <br><br>"I'm fine.&nbsp; The floor is slick."&nbsp; He asked how she was?&nbsp; A look of angry confusion overtook her calculations within her eyes.&nbsp; Just for a moment,&nbsp; less time than it took for the tremor in his voice to register she thought he might actually have concern for her welfare.&nbsp; But no, his concern was for his investment.&nbsp; On that she was certain.&nbsp; But then why hadn't he done more than give her a offer of repayment more than a token thought?&nbsp; Better not to dwell on that girl, keep your mind on the task at hand.<br><br>Squaring her shoulders, her thoughts once again centered on the quest at hand, escape, she retrieved the indicated parcels.&nbsp; She would, after all, need something to wear once she was outside, something more than just a towel.<br><br>Stepping cautiously, her weight on the balls of her feet ready to take advantage of any inattention on his part, any true slack on the leash, she strode past him in the direction he had indicated.&nbsp; Her thoughts on keeping him calm and unsuspecting of her non compliance.<br><br>The sudden movements behind her went unnoticed till the pain from her wrist alerted her.&nbsp; The packages held to her dropping to the floor as she gave a shriek, one born of agonized frustration at the discovery as well as the shame as the towel was ripped from her body.&nbsp; The pain from her wrist bringing her to stark reality, adding a whimper as the initial outburst subsided.<br><br>Jerking her eyes to his, Annaria's own grew wide in alarm at his next words to her.…”Nothing good could come from you carrying a knife…at least not today, your training is not even begun, but sadly now must be.” <br><br>As his other hand shortened the grip on the leash holding her in place, her neck bent back towards her wrist she felt the knife slip from her grasp, clattering with a metallic jangle to the floor below.&nbsp; Her small body seemed to crumple trying to protect itself.&nbsp; <br><br>Following the direction of the leash and grip on her wrist, she slipped down, one knee coming to the floor in a slow parody of a fall.&nbsp; Gasping for breath as the collar tightened about her neck she closed her eyes.&nbsp; Her free hand instinctively going to the collar trying to loosen its grip upon her.&nbsp; The need for air her only thought at this moment.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 12:20:24</strong>
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				As the echo of the metallic sounds returned from the stone walls and floor his glare to her eyes was one of serious concern, or at least to her it should be.&nbsp; His mind raced quickly to decide what to do to a wench so ungrateful for what kindnesses he had afforded her.&nbsp; As her knee went to the floor he swiped his foot to the side and brushed the blade skittering across the stone to the wall, far enough away that no matter what she could not reach it without first encountering him in confrontation.&nbsp; He stood, not in fury, more in anguish and disappointment that his plans of shared delight would have to wait…wait until after she had learned a harsh lesson for acts of disobedience.<br><br>His gaze went again to the now naked figure below him, some punishment would be needed, yet he still felt sympathy for Annaria, certainly she was only doing what any person abducted and sold would do…surely she would learn in time that to abide his wishes would bring favor, while continuing to attempt harm to him or escape would be folly and result in retribution from her master.&nbsp; He released her wrist as he spoke with an even tone, yet a commanding one “Kneel slave, you have again rebuffed my attempts at kindness, I shall now be forced to discipline you.”&nbsp; He walked behind her and stood over her as if to somehow bring a surprised harm to her. “Do not move!” he commanded as he walked, dropping the leash to the floor, to where the towel had been ripped from her body only moments before and retrieved it.<br><br>As he returned he stood in front of her, her eyes half closed, yet he could feel the fear and contempt that battled within her head.&nbsp; He reached down and lifted her chin gently and said “open your eyes Annaria, I wish to gaze into them so that you will know my compassion as I speak.”&nbsp; Slowly her eyes, glistening with some thoughts he could not conceive, opened.&nbsp; He looked deep into the pools of green, so enticing, and yet so filled with a mix of emotions…had she only chosen to submit….he sighed almost sadly…it could have been so different today.<br><br>“I was going to have you find a path to my bed chambers to rest from your ordeals, and begin the training of sensual pleasures Annaria, for in any event you will in time know them with me. But I cannot abide, as I have already told you, the insolence of rage or any attempt of escape.&nbsp; So we shall go now to a different chamber within the castle, a darker place, chilled and to some frightening.”&nbsp; He walked behind her and picked up the leash, and without facing her again said “Stand now and put this around you” as he tossed the towel onto her shoulder.&nbsp; As she wrapped herself again with the towel he watched and then led her through the door, turned left towards the staircase to the upper level, and then paused as they came closer to the broad sweeping stair. He was at least glad he had not had to drag her to her fate, and because of it had decided on a more subdued punishment for her attempt.<br><br>He swung open the door in the side of the staircase; behind it lay a passage, dark as he stepped into the opening, until he struck flint to the lantern hanging just inside.&nbsp; “Watch your step, the stair is narrow, and the light is limited as we descend to the chamber you shall now find wonders yet beyond your imagination.”&nbsp; He led again, taking the steps slowly so that she would not fall behind him, and soon they came to a broad hall with several doors on either side.&nbsp; He struck flint to another lamp and left it hang along the passageway.&nbsp; He turned and faced her, the first gaze upon her since the descent into the dungeon of the castle, most doors hiding rooms with devices of torture or restraint, but for one, the most passive of the lot that held accoutrements of restraint, but that were more compassionate for those that felt their bindings.<br><br>He swept his arm in gesture and said “As before, I give you choice, there are six doorways, each are designed differently, each could have sensory delights for some, and fearful tortures for others…I will give you no hint as to which is which…but you must decide…now” and tugged on the leash to remind her unnecessarily of her captivity. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 02:04:08</strong>
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				The pain in her wrist lessened from critical to a dull throb as he released her.&nbsp; Her breath, once it returned, came in a rush, a panicked gasp as she falls foreward onto her hands.&nbsp; Her hair falling foreward freely to conceal her features.&nbsp; Features contorted in a bloom of rage and fear as he steps behind her to retrieve the towel he had tossed.<br><br>Working desperately to prevent a cascade of tears she slows her breathing, working to control at least one aspect of her life spiraled out of any semblance of normalcy.&nbsp; The tip of his fingers raising her face to his brings a flash of panicked anger quickly suppressed as his eyes find hers.&nbsp; She wouldn't let him see her cry.&nbsp; She wouldn't.&nbsp; She hadn't cried since her mother passed and this...&nbsp; never.<br><br>Almost meekly, Annaria takes the towel, wrapping it about herself as she stands, tucking the end well into the cleft between her full breasts.&nbsp; Standing before him she rubbed her wrist in an unconscious attempt to quell the dull ache, her eyes stubbornly refusing to cry, narrowed and lowered slowly as he spoke of their intended destination.&nbsp; The collar, not overly tight, still chaffed in its confinement.<br><br>Following him now as he guided, the leash very much in evidence as they descended the stairs, she held one hand protectively over her towel covered form, the other trailing the wall as it seemed to close around her.&nbsp; The sense of falling pervasive and nearly overpowering, she could only follow.<br><br>As they reach the lower hall, his continued monologue at last intruding on her internalized mourning.&nbsp; He swept his arm in gesture and said “As before, I give you choice, there are six doorways, each are designed differently, each could have sensory delights for some, and fearful tortures for others…I will give you no hint as to which is which…but you must decide…now” and tugged on the leash to remind her unnecessarily of her captivity. <br><br>Swallowing hard, she turns her face slowly away and down, a tiny shake of her head accompanying a frightened whisper.&nbsp; Had not the hall been underground and well insulated, perhaps he would not have heard her.&nbsp; As it was her response was a bare whisper, an almost caress of sound, barely passing her lips.&nbsp; "Does it matter?&nbsp; How can I choose when I know not of my choices?&nbsp; They have all been stolen from me."&nbsp; Without raising her eyes, she lifts a hand in an almost languid response.&nbsp; Not looking or caring where she pointed,&nbsp; one finger gestured towards one of the doors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 03:40:20</strong>
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				He knew her choice would be impossible, yet he gave it to her to yield to her will to control at least some part of her destiny.&nbsp; He listened to her comment and nodded that he had not been fair with her when she had concluded it.&nbsp; Her had raised a bit, and she pointed more out of his demand than any other reason, but he was gratified that her choice was the door he himself would have selected, and commented in reply “You have chosen well Annaria, for that door will bring far less suffering to your already tortured mind and body than the others would have”.<br><br>He turned and walked to the door she had chosen and twisted a smile to his lips as he grasped the handle and pushed the door open.&nbsp; The room was pitch black inside as he stepped in; the light of the lantern he carried was all but swallowed by the consuming dim within the small chamber.&nbsp; Faint shadows fell across the stone walls, ceiling and floor as they entered, her merely two steps behind him, all the leash would allow as he held it.&nbsp; He stepped around her and swung the door closed behind her with a hollow echo of the latch falling into place.<br><br>His eyes adjusted to the dim flicker of the lantern in the chamber, and he was sure hers would as well…soon enough.&nbsp; He shortened the grip on her leash and led her to the wall opposite the door they had passed through moments before, hanging the lantern by a hook above them in the center of the ceiling, though in this chamber time stood still, for everything seemed to be absorbed by the darkness.&nbsp; As they reached the wall he slipped the leash through a ring and shortened the length from it to her neck, pulling her back to the wall…firmly, but without trying to inflict any pain to the tender, yet not helpless slave he would now teach a lesson to.<br><br>As her back touched the wall he synched the leash snugly and slipped his hand to the arm nearest himself, his other slipped to her chin and gently lifted her face.&nbsp; The faint glimmer of the lantern gave an ominous spark to her gaze, his eyes were again taken by the green within them, and yet he must teach her some manners…he must. His hand slipped down the length of her arm and lifted her hand to the manacle suspended by a chain firmly attached to the wall, the fight seemed to be drained from her for now, so it took little effort to secure one arm and then the other just above shoulder level to the shorter, but still striking woman he had bought and paid for only hours before.&nbsp; He leaned in front of her from her left side and drew a wooden bar across the front of her shins, she could still move her legs, but only side to side, and could not bend them enough to slip from its bindings.&nbsp; He felt safer now, she could only submit, for any folly now would be stupidity, and that was not his impression of her…not in the slightest.<br><br>He knelt on one knee before her, his eyes now taking time to relish the curves held beneath the towel, just short enough to cover her mound, yet not conceal the wonders of it in his mind’s eye.&nbsp; His hands touched just above the knees of both legs, fingers outstretched around the outer part of her supple muscles, thumbs to the inner parts of the wondrous flesh he had felt only briefly in the bath.&nbsp; He pushed her legs apart ever so slightly, wanting now to find some relief for the trials of being a man in the company of a lush, yet frightened virgin.&nbsp; His face turned up to see if she was looking down at him, to see perhaps what he was about to do, the light was barely enough to see her face, yet her head was bowed in his direction.<br><br>His hands slipped slowly up her thighs and soon enough his thumbs felt the joining of them, the warm sweet feel of her loins now within his grasp, and yet he would not simply take what he wanted, he would revel in the sensual pleasures that at least he could enjoy, even if her act had changed his original plan.&nbsp; He turned his head aside enough for the glimmer to show him the smooth supple flesh of her mound as he lifted the towel enough, just enough to peek with wonder at how delightful the curve, fluffed petals and crown were to behold.&nbsp; His mouth al but watered as he gazed at her feminine whiles, his cock reacting as would be expected as it swelled fully beneath the tunic.<br><br>His eyes again turned upwards to her face, and with a twisted smile he finally spoke to her.&nbsp; “Annaria, I would have shown this delight to you in far better ways, but this will serve my needs to begin the training, and still afford some pleasures for us both, or so I hope.”&nbsp; His face again turned down to look upon her genitals as his thumbs parted the outer petals gently, he could hear her breathing change and they found the inner part of the flower and rubbed up and down its length.&nbsp; He leaned closer, his breath hot upon the mound, and then lowers upon the very petals his tongue had needed to touch.&nbsp; As he exhaled a long slow breath of warmth upon her flower his tongue extended and the tip touched the crown that held her clitoris safely hidden until now.<br><br>He pushed at the crown and it fell aside to the pressure applied, now his nostrils filled with the scent of her, his mind and body became hungry, his need became eager to taste of her fully.&nbsp; As the nubbin within the crown was fully exposed his lips closed around it and he sucked it into his mouth as his tongue danced around and across the textured flesh.<br>He was kind, and yet his hunger to bring her to pleasure drove him to suck harder at the flesh, and soon his mouth opened and surrounded her inner slit as his thumbs held them open…his tongue plunged into the channel of her finery once, and then again…fucking her with the stiffened tendril that would bring sensual delight, and yet leave her virginity intact.&nbsp; He continued for a quarter hour, her pussy growing more and more wet with each change in pace and technique of the oral invasion of her very being, whether because of his own saliva wetting her more, or some gift that her body was providing him he was not sure, but the flavors of her pussy were intoxicating either way and his moans of enjoyment turned to gasps of delight long before he was wiling to stop eating the sweetest meat God or the universe had ever devised.<br><br>His eyes turned to her face, wanting to know if the invasion had brought her any joy, but knowing that he could not simply ask.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 11:44:26</strong>
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				No more words came from her as her hand lifted to point towards the door.&nbsp; By all appearances the fight had gone out of her with that last attempt.&nbsp; Every step down to the basement level one of rage and frustration, quelled, dampening enough to allow the fear to climb.&nbsp; The fear she had been trying to hold in check, and was partly successful, since this entire ordeal began now threatened, loomed wide and expansive.<br><br>As he lead her towards and through the doorway into the darkened room, Annaria's feet shuffling slowly along the stone flooring,&nbsp; she thought briefly of the knife upstairs, of what she might have done with it.&nbsp; Could she really have brought herself to kill with it?&nbsp; Maybe, possibly, probably, but the chance now would never come.<br><br>Barely conscious of her surroundings, certainly long past listening to the man's monologue she instead focused on keeping the towel well in place and preventing the colloar from choking her.&nbsp; When he brought her to the wall, she followed, mute unresisting as he again attached her to some sort of ring, presumably placed for that purpose.&nbsp; Already inured to the lashing of her leash she didn't come alive, she didn't begin to resist till realizing the the posing he was doing was for a purpose.<br><br>His body so close to hers had her drawing herself back from him, back against the solid chill of the stonewall as her hands were claimed within the rounded bands of iron.&nbsp; The sudden thought, "I could die here" drove her to pull against them, eyes growing wide in a sudden state of panic only deepening as the wooden bar is brought&nbsp; across the front of bare legs.<br><br>Her eyes that had been held by his only moments before filled with an animal's sudden panic, the rabbit held entranced by the snake, the mouse by the cat, move no more than she as her eyes closed with a whimper of fear, fear nurtured within her belly to crawl finally forward.&nbsp; Every other emotion dead or dying as fear claimed victory.<br><br>His careful slow movements not withstanding, she trembled as he knelt.&nbsp; With eyes&nbsp; closed least they betray her panic, the heat of his body still told her of his immediate location.&nbsp; Her arms still given to spasms, pulling against chains rattling against stone as she seemed to bow her head forward, her hair again falling forward to conceal all within the cascade.<br><br>His initial touch brought a flinch, quick and nearly painful, through her as he hands found the bare flesh of her thighs, her own wrenching the wrists encased in the manacles.&nbsp; Still, no voice did she give in complaint as his hands began to move upwards, passing through the supposed barrier of the towel.&nbsp; Not till they touched the butter soft lips between her thighs did she give a small yelp.&nbsp; Her eyes flying open at the first brush against her skin.<br><br>Squirming in vain, Annaria's bonds hold her in place as her tender flesh is invaded by lips, tongue, teeth and fingers.&nbsp; Pressed as far back as she is able against the stone, a flush of embarrassment as well as another spread across her breasts and upwards covering the translucent skin as his lips closed over her clitoris, a tiny groan, confused, frightened welled from within her.<br><br>Absolute and abject confusion sped through her, spreading from the lips pressed firmly between her thighs, licking, suckling, the tongue spearing her, spreading her, fucking her.&nbsp; Every heated breath of his drew shuddering sensations through her as he devoured and delighted in her juices, his ministrations bringing whimpers from her as her lips engorged, growing more tender with each moment's attentions.<br><br>"Noo.. oh gods.. what is he doing to me?"&nbsp; Annaria's inner monologue held none of the groans,&nbsp; those were saved for hearing ears, though not by intent.&nbsp; She tried to keep some aspect of herself from crying out, tried desperately to think coherently, till the pleasure began.&nbsp; <br><br>Deep within her a moan began.&nbsp; With the first spasm the quiet groans, rasping her breath brought her eyes to bear on him, watching his enjoyment as he buried his tongue between as deep inside her thrusting, tasting.&nbsp; Her groans to panting whimpers as her clitoris throbbed,&nbsp; her juices flowing freely coated his tongue, slicked his chin and cheeks as well as her thighs and pussy lips, devoured in his rush.<br><br>Her body tenses as wave after wave of contractions rock through her.&nbsp; Her grunts of pleasure as her hips seem to roll spasmodically, unconsciously rubbing her clit, grinding against his mouth.&nbsp; The quivers and spasms of pleasure sending the towel dropping to the floor,&nbsp; her bare breasts heaving with each gasping breath,&nbsp; her nipples puckered and darkened,&nbsp; now very easily seen in the dimmed light..&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 00:10:57</strong>
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				Hendrix had felt the towel as it dropped but was in awe of the view from his lowered angle of the lush full breasts and enlarged nipples that hovered above him and lush red hair all but obscuring her face.&nbsp; Only a small part of her face as her chin rested so near her chest was visible, though he needed no view of her eyes to know that she had found the beginnings of glory.&nbsp; Her breasts rose and fell quickly as her panting breaths gave wondrous evidence of her impending climax, so his mouth continued to work at her clit and the petals of her sweet flower with increased eagerness and zest. His thumbs pressed to the opening of her channel, but still dared not enter it by more than a tease…her flower would be taken as it should be with the invasion of his lengthy cock…but not yet, first the lesson of prices that must be paid for acts not worthy of a slave must be taught.<br><br>He lowered his head farther and tipped it back as his mouth surrounded her cunt with savage delight, his tongue pointed with his eagerness to bring forth the flood of climax pummeled in and out of the wet slick channel, his upper lip rubbing constantly across the now fully engorged nubbin of her clit.&nbsp; All to soon he felt her spasms increase, her hips had moved as much as the restraint had allowed, but now it seemed the bar across her shins gave her no discomfort as they began to wildly go side to side, her abdomen lurching, her breaths coming harder by the moment.&nbsp; At last he groaned into the valley of her cunt as the flood coated his face and neck with sweet nectar, his mouth opened wide to drink from this wondrous fountain of delight.&nbsp; He slowed his pace gradually on the sensitive areas of her loins, and in a few minutes found her body less spastic, all but weary from the onslaught…his wish fulfilled.<br><br>He leaned back onto his heels as he stayed knelt before her, the lantern’s light glistened off of the dripping wetness of her cunt, it filled him with joy to gaze upon her glory, a virgin brought to climax was a wonder to behold.&nbsp; He rose up and drew the tunic from his torso; settled back to his heals and swiped the cloth across his face, and then with a gentle tender touch wiped her inner thighs and pussy of the remnants of her climax.&nbsp; His own ejaculation would come later, for now he would leave her to contemplate the good and bad of slavery.&nbsp; His hands went to the straps that bound the plank to her shins, and unfastened them, setting the wood aside for now, she would be weakened from the delights and he hoped not so willing to throttle him.<br><br>He picked up the towel and rose to his feet, he too was naked, his meaty prong full and eager, yet he wanted that to be more special than to have her bound to a wall as he gave her his seed the first time.&nbsp; He moved to her side and unclamped the binding on first one wrist and then the other, leaving the leash alone to bind her to the wall.&nbsp; Her arms fell limp to her sides from the strains of elevation and exertion dealt upon her body.&nbsp; He looked at her and thought she would pass out, so unfastened the leash and caught her in his arms, swinging her into the cradle of them before him.<br><br>He drug the leash behind him as he carried her from the room, bound for another more suitable for her to rest.&nbsp; He swung open the door, her all but limp body so light and supple, her curves so splendid, his mind could easily have been swayed to more feelings than that of a master to her slavery, but only time would tell that tale. He opened the door to the next room along the hallway, without a lantern it seemed much the same, yet he knew it had in it a table that would keep her safe while she rested from the day she would remember as the first day of the bondage that would carry her through the remainder of her life.&nbsp; He laid her on it, and slipped the towel over her naked body, even that would help to keep her warmer in the cool air of the dungeon.<br><br>He placed his hand on her cheek and chin, softly he felt of her flesh, she had not spoken as yet to the experience, but rather was peaceful...for now.&nbsp; He whispered in the darkness to her “I will return soon and bring a blanket for your warmth.&nbsp; I know I could be more cruel and leave you bound to the wall, but think you will have learned much of my desire to give as much as I take from you Annaria.&nbsp; Think on this until I return, and then we can speak of what is expected of you.”&nbsp; He removed the collar from her neck and left the room, locking the door behind him as he did; the dark chill of the chamber would teach her well enough for now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 09:34:56</strong>
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				Thought ceased at the cascade of heat, deep throbbing heat drove from clit sending ripples through her; brought forth in groans of pleasure muffled by jaws clenched tight.&nbsp; Fingers and toes without purchase curled and flexed as the muscle contractions spread from deep within her, finally slowing as she gasped for breath.&nbsp; The light of the flickering torch caught and glinted off the light sheen of sweat covering her body, the juices glistening on her thighs and pussy lips reflected back in its warm glow. <br><br>Annaria was barely aware of her surroundings as Hendrix at last pulled away gazing up her body.&nbsp; His face turned to look up at her smiling through her cream.&nbsp; As he stood and began removing her restraints all she felt was relief, her hands dropping unceremoniously to her sides, all but falling into his arms as the leash's tension relaxed completely.<br><br>She made no move against him, neither did she help him as she felt dimly, somewhere in the deep recesses of her exhausted mind, his arms gather her to him.&nbsp; The heat of his body against hers oddly welcome.&nbsp; <br><br>Her thoughts sluggish, the shake and quiver of her body in reaction to all that had transpired went unnoticed by her as he carried her,&nbsp; in an almost tender embrace from the room to another.&nbsp; The chill of the basement, the fear and anger of the past days in addition to the shattering release from Hendrix a bare few moments past adding to the feverish shaking as he laid her upon the table.<br><br>As he laid the towel over her, her eyes fluttered open for just a moment.&nbsp; Nothing made sense, everything was a jumble.&nbsp; Not the words, not her body's reaction, not anything.<br><br>As his hand left her cheek, the chill of the room again descended upon the skin beneath his hand.&nbsp; The towel over her barely retained the heat from her body.&nbsp; &nbsp;The removal of the collar should have been a source of joy, instead it went barely noticed as her eyes again descended, finally releasing the tears she had held.&nbsp; As the door closes behind him, her tears flowed freely, hot and salty against her cheeks.&nbsp; Quiet sobs wracking her body as she sinks into exhausted sleep, his arrival with the blanket going completely unnoticed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 03:27:55</strong>
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				He walked back along the hallway of the lowest corridor of the castle, the floor chill on his bare feet, the air cool on his bare body.&nbsp; As he climbed the stairs to the main level his tunic hung in one hand and her collar and leash in the other, his thoughts lost in the flood of nectars she had unleashed whether by want or sheer need during his oral advance only minutes ago…he sighed with a small bit of satisfaction that at least he could provide her that joy, though he would in time afford much more, and allow her to return the favors when she was trained and ready enough to do so.<br><br>As he reached the doorway beneath the broad stair he paused, lifted the tunic to his face and smelled of her creamy fluids…the scent of her still wet on the fabric intoxicating to his olfactory sense caused a groan to again pass his lips.&nbsp; He continued around and then up the stair and found his way to a bed chamber next to his own, sparse in décor compared to the finery of his, yet functional in its simplicity…a bed faced him as he entered with a fine goose down mattress and sheets of silky soft fabric in hues of red and amber, woven especially for this room that would be hers….his new slave…his new lover…his new concubine.&nbsp; He walked to the armoire and opened it pulling a lamb’s wool blanket from it, looked into the hanging side of the furnishing and noted that it was still empty, something he would cure while she thought on her plight.<br><br>He departed the room and walked through the connecting doorway to his own chamber, more elegant; more decorated with hung tapestries on two walls, grander furnishings, and a very large four posted bed floating freely away from the wall it was closest to.&nbsp; It too bore a feather mattress and silk sheets, it too carried a down quilt, but unlike the other all was done in solid black and dark hues of crimson with only a light cover of off white lace to crown the look.&nbsp; He laid the blanket on it while he went to his armoire and pulled out a fresh tunic, slipping it on to avoid the chill of evening as it fell on the castles walls. He picked up the blanket he had promised and walked again down the sweeping stair, and again the narrow stair to the dungeon below, silently his feet felt the chill of the stone floor as he stood for a moment outside the door he had locked her beyond in the dark. It would be unkind to again explore her body, for she had found unknown pleasures already this day, and would not enjoy the pain of losing her virginity in such a dark surrounding.&nbsp; He slipped into the room silently, not knowing if she would be waiting for him behind the door to accost him again, or cuddled against the chill where she had lain when he left.&nbsp; His eyes fell into the dark abyss of the room and saw that she was still upon the table, curled sweetly…either imitating or truly asleep.&nbsp; He crept closer and could hear the breaths as she rested, though a stutter of breath came as he slipped the blanket over her, she said or did nothing to make him think she had not fallen into slumber.&nbsp; He leaned over her for only a moment and kissed her cheek softly and whispered “good night Annaria…my sweet slave girl.”<br><br>He walked silently to the door and closed it without a sound, locking it securely as he left her to rest and dream.&nbsp; There were no servants to hear if she should scream in her nightmares, or cry out for help is she did so, but he would hear it if either happened, though he heard naught of her as he washed out the tunic reluctantly that carried her scent, and not a sound came from the basement that he could hear for the rest of the night as he gathered up the parcels with her new clothing and neatly hung them in her armoire to be ready for her arrival in the morning and put away the implements that would be used in his room in a convenient cabinet near the bed that also held a lamp for reading while lounging in the luxurious feel of the mattress and pillows.<br><br>At last after reading for a bit he too fell into slumber, though not restful, his dreams filled with the joyous flood of Annaria as she had coated his face and neck with her juices, her supple body so provoking to his most base instincts, and when he awoke he found himself graced with the most profound erection he had ever been blessed with…long and thick it felt as it slipped across the sheets of silk, so needful of release, so wanting to find the glory of her slit and the channel beyond.&nbsp; His temptation to bring himself to relief was pronounced, but he subdued the thoughts, for his first triumphant entry to her core would need to be slow, gentle and long lived until the time came for him to fill her with copious volumes of slick cream as he hopefully again brought her to climax; for that would teach her best of his desire to fulfill her needs as well.<br><br>He pressed the wrinkles from his tunic and brushed his hair into place, and then went to the adjoining room and selected one of the daytime outfits that had been procured for her the day before.&nbsp; He held it up and pictured it on the lovely body of his slave, and a smile crossed his face with delight.&nbsp; He carried it with him as he went to the main level and to the kitchen area.&nbsp; He lit the stove and rattled around until he had prepared shredded potatoes, sliced bacon strips, and an ample plate of scrambled eggs.&nbsp; He placed them all onto a tray and carried them to the lesser of the two dining rooms and set the platter down to await his return with her in tow.&nbsp; He could not be certain of what her mood would be after sleeping on the hard wooden table, with little warmth from the one blanket she had been covered with, but he could hope she would be less prone to rage or violence…but if that were the case, the lessons for today would be more severe than the subdued ones he had delivered already.<br><br>Once all was prepared for her return to the upper levels he picked up her dress, or what parts of a dress it could be considered, though fairly revealing of the lush body it would be once upon her, and short enough that he could view the fine textured petals if she were seated and did not cross her legs tightly enough.&nbsp; He chuckled over the delight he would soon enjoy, for though her naked frame was wondrous in all ways, the tease of some covering would be marvelous as well.&nbsp; He carried the garment with him as he descended the stairs again to the lower level, his bare feet made little if any sound to announce his approach.&nbsp; Again he paused outside the door, listening to figure out is she were awake, and could not tell, for the room held only dark silence.<br><br>He unlocked the door and opened it slowly; she was apparently awake, for she and the blanket both were not on the table where he had left her.&nbsp; He called into the darkness “Annaria, it is morning, and I have clothing for you to put on, and breakfast prepared for you in the dining room.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 06:43:27</strong>
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				Waking slowly in the chilled darkness, Annaria drug herself from the depths of dreamless sleep, huddled upon the wooden hardness of the table.&nbsp; Disoriented and chilled she fought to retreat to that inner darkness but the harsh bed would not yield to forgetful slumber.<br><br>As she sits up the memory of the past few days returns in a crash of frustrated anger well spiced with fear.&nbsp; Jerking the blanket around herself and flinging the excess over a shoulder she swings her legs off the table, feeling around tentatively for the floor before dropping quietly off the table.&nbsp; <br><br>The stygian darkness of her byre made for uncertain footing as she cautiously made her way, with one hand outstretched to the cold stone wall.&nbsp; A slow hand along the wall with feet following as she shuffled along bound in the blanket, worked to discover the confines of the room.&nbsp; Without light to guide her Annaria could not be sure of any barriers so her progress was slow and halting.<br><br>Having made, what she thought was likely a full circuit, including the finding of a single locked door, she returned to the door to search the outlines, looking for anything, anything at all that might prove useful.&nbsp; It was during this investigation that some noise outside the room alerted her to another person without.<br><br>Ducking behind the door she held her breath as she heard the key turn in the lock, felt rather than heard, the movement of the wood.&nbsp; The exquisite smell of bacon entered the room first forcing a tummy denied more than a few scraps of bread since before her capture, to groan and grumble in complaint.&nbsp; Loud to her ears, her eyes flew wide in alarm, one hand moving quickly to attempt to cover the offending sound.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;“Annaria, it is morning, and I have clothing for you to put on, and breakfast prepared for you in the dining room.”<br><br>His words, like the starter's flag from a spring horse race, sent her feet into action as she made to round the door, a rush of nervous frightened energy propelling her foreward towards what must be freedom.&nbsp; The thought of hurting him at this moment, completely outside her thinking, instead flight her only desire.&nbsp; <br><br>Run.&nbsp; Keep running.&nbsp; Don't look back.&nbsp; Those her only thoughts as she came fully in view, loosened curls flying in her haste to depart.&nbsp; A look of fierce determination on her countenance.<br><br>But fate was not with her this day.&nbsp; Rounding the heavy wooden door, she stopped short, hesitated for just the barest moment.&nbsp; Seeing his arm at eye level holding the door as he came through, she ducked to avoid it, making her way beneath.&nbsp; The blanket that was her attire, catching upon the opened corner of the wood, she again slowed her escape as her thoughts scrambled; keep the blanket and tug it loose or lose the blanket and simply run.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching a hasty conclusion one hand reached for the blanket to tug it loose, the other to push hard against his chest as he turned to reach for her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 13:41:11</strong>
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				As Hendrix pushed the door slowly he could hear a scurry of bare feet on the stone, and just as quickly saw the image of Annaria rounding the far edge of the planked door he held open with his left hand, the blanket clutched to her chest.&nbsp; She seemed to duck hurriedly and grasped at the blanket while putting her hand on his chest.&nbsp; The frenzy of the moment of contact brought a myriad of thoughts to him…is she so anxious to leave the room because of a night of cold solitude?&nbsp; Is she running to the somewhat safety of my arms?&nbsp; Is she thinking that there is an escape if she gets past me here in the lower gallery?<br><br>He opted for the most tantalizing of the thoughts, and as her hand touched the fabric of his tunic his hand dropped from the door, surrounding her into his embrace. With an excited utterance of “Annaria” as her head dropped in the effort to free the blanket from the base of the door, he chuckled softly and added “I could help with that.”&nbsp; One arm was pressed now between them, the other tugging at the blanket, he could feel her need of freedom, and would oblige it…to some extent.<br><br>His right hand rose to her chin, her head still down in the attempt to free the blanket that restrained her, and with the gentle pressure of lifting her to face him in the faint glimmer of the single lamp of the hall, he saw her…saw the determination for freedom…the frustration that fate had brought forth to her…her very spirit bared for him to see.&nbsp; In a calm voice he spoke in low tones and volume “Annaria, calm down, face me now as the woman I know you to be, honest and bright.&nbsp; To run from this place will not gain anything, for there are much worse places for a woman clad in only a blanket in this countryside.” He knew that she could not escape the castle, for he had taken care to lock each entry before his descent.&nbsp; Again he looked to her eyes, again he spoke with calm resolve “I have brought clothing for you to wear, yet I did not bring the collar and leash for you, I want you to be free to roam with me today so that we might become acquainted.”<br><br>He swung the clothing from his arm where it had rested as he held her and stuffed it between them so that she could grasp it.&nbsp; “I am no monster Annaria, dress now so that we may go and eat together…surely the temptation of food will calm you down enough for at least that time, for if not….” He let his words trail off knowing that her mind was capable of forming the ‘what ifs’ of not going along with the simple request.&nbsp; He removed his arm from around her and stepped back a pace.&nbsp; Her shivering form stood, the blanket still lodged beneath the door, he felt as if another warm bath might be a good idea, but was not sure as to her cooperation of such, so said nothing of it.<br><br>“Free yourself of the blanket’s hold and put the top and skirt on, I will wait for you at the stair…it is the only way out of this level of the castle.&nbsp; Bring the blanket as well if need it for warmth or the comfort of concealment.”<br><br>He turned and walked along the hall and turned back towards the open door...she had apparently slipped back inside for she was not to be seen as she dressed, or what ever she was doing at the moment.&nbsp; He chuckled to himself as he again considered the wonders that awaited him and considered alternatives is she would not find it in her heart to submit...far greater consequence...he would have her today...whether by her agreement, or bound to his bed...he would find the glory of her channel...TODAY.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 22:22:41</strong>
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				Her attempt at freedom thwarted, Annaria still could not bring herself to halt the panicked jerking of the blanket from the door, even as his arms enfolded her she continued, the rush of breath through her flaring her nostrils.&nbsp; The set of her jaw refusing to concede even breath its passage.<br><br>Pressed solidly against the door she cringed at his words, his attempt to raise her eyes to his, fought for just a moment, till in great reluctance, her countenance was raised to his.<br><br>There was nothing for it.&nbsp; If as he said all ways were blocked, barring her from her escape, she would have to think of another way.&nbsp; The wood of each door too heavy to break through and she had not the skills to pick through a lock.&nbsp; There must be another way.&nbsp; Patience and a calm mind might see her through.&nbsp; Though, by the gods she would not cooperate if she didn't have to.&nbsp; He would not find her like some compliant tavern whore.<br><br>Wrapping her arms around her snugged the blanket about her curved frame, pressing her breasts unintentionally to view above the soft fabric, the fullness of them unconfined by her arms. A tiny whimper escaping her before she could contain it as her eyes close.&nbsp; The bow of her head slight, but enough to signify without words her acceptance of the clothing he brought.&nbsp; He was right about that at least, running about with naught but a blanket... well..&nbsp; she wasn't going to think about it.<br><br>Without a word, aside from the protesting grumble of her tummy, she slipped back behind the door, at last freeing the recalcitrant blanket from its hold, as she made to dress herself.&nbsp; The brief nature of what she would barely consider underthings, insured that it was just bare moments before she came from behind the door.&nbsp; This time the blanket wrapped about herself more as a cloak than in towel fashion.<br><br>Tugging the bit of skirting down to give herself a semblance of modesty, her barefeet padded soundlessly across the stones as she exited the room.&nbsp; The single lamp casting shadows within the darkness, shadows not thick enough to conceal the myriad of emotions playing across her face.&nbsp; There was no simple word for the press and flow of thoughts, of feelings bound within her.&nbsp; As there was no simple solution that she could see.&nbsp; For the moment, at any rate, she was stuck.&nbsp; <br><br>The trembling of her body easing somewhat as her movements warmed muscles stiffened from a night upon the wooden slates, the cold seeping through her single blanket.&nbsp; <br><br>Using one hand she brushes her thick curls back from her face, the tumble of hair down her back, now unbound and cleaned of the flotsam of the river and slaver's cages, fell easily to her hips.&nbsp; The light of the the lamp catching and reflecting, lamp's fire to burnished flame as she walked slowly, reluctantly towards the stairs.<br><br>Not once looking up into his eyes, she made her way towards and up the stairs waiting for the moment to run, waiting for him to strike out at her, waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 11:23:04</strong>
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				As he saw her step from the doorway his eyes glimmered at the sight.&nbsp; Though she was wrapped in the blanket and nary an inkling of her body was visible, her face was a thing of beauty, her hair now flowing down around it, and trailing to her hips behind her were glorious…enticingly perfect hues of auburn and browns accented in the glow of the lamp.&nbsp; He step was slow, her head bowed, he knew she would still bolt from the newfound slavery if she could, yet he thought in time she would find calm in her plight…he was sure that when she had found the ease of her new life she would reconcile herself at least to the captivity he held over her…and if not, so be it…after all he was not attempting to find a wife to share his wealth with, but a slave girl to accommodate his many needs and tastes.<br><br>She reached the end of the hall where he stood mesmerized by her image as he blocked her path with a firm stance.&nbsp; When she stopped he looked down across her head at her downcast face wrapped in the lush reddened hair as he spoke “I hope the garments I chose for you to wear today are adequate to comfort your need of concealment, they seemed skimpy, yet will surely enhance your beauty and curves, and so be to my likings at least.&nbsp; When we have eaten we can warm you by the fire, or if you’d prefer…another warm bath to soak away the soreness of such a hard surface to sleep on in the chill of this level.&nbsp; After that I have planned a tour of the castle, I’m sure that will hold your interest.&nbsp; Come, let us go and get some food into you, I am sure you are hungry” he concluded as he heard her tummy growl.<br><br>He turned and walked up the stairs, feeling the swirl of air as she followed up the narrow passage.&nbsp; Once at the top and through the door he swung it closed, knowing it was there if need arose, knowing that the other rooms could teach her of her place as a slave even if kindness could not.&nbsp; He turned to be beside her and slipped his arm about her waist as he guided her to the smaller of the dining rooms only a short hallway and turn from the stair that seemed to center itself in the castle’s interior.&nbsp; His hands were kind, and took no tact to touch any private parts of her form, though the temptation to slip his palm across the perfection of her arse was prominent in his thoughts.&nbsp; He walked her to a chair and pulled it out with his free hand for her to sit, the fire smoldered in the fireplace only half a dozen feet behind her.<br><br>He watched as she sat, almost prim in her reserve as she huddled inside the blanket, he knew that the warmth of the room would soon take a measured mark on that and she would lower or at the very least part it to eat.&nbsp; He served her as if he were the slave to her mastery as he brought a plate to set before her and scooped potatoes, eggs and bacon onto it.&nbsp; Another plate was set before the seat beside hers, and it too was piled with the still warm food.&nbsp; He paused as he grasped the utensils that lay nearby and looked to her as he held a fork in his hand… “I trust that I will not be skewered with the fork if I give it to you to eat as a lady would.&nbsp; I will be next to you, but prey recall, punishments are as easily gained as pleasures.&nbsp; For now, let us eat and fill the void that the last day or two have brought you.”<br><br>He set the fork down beside her plate and seated himself only a foot separated from her, he needed to take care, yet she needed to learn that trust is not given, but earned.&nbsp; He picked up his fork and scooped up some of the scrambled eggs and made light commentary “I am not the best cook, but it is edible and will give us the strength to make the tour of the castle today…I hope you find it to your likings Annaria.”&nbsp; He slipped the mouthful between his lips and hummed at the warm flavors…taunting her to try them herself with his coos.<br><br>He did not expect her to speak, yet listened as they ate for any words she may offer up during their first meal as master and slave.&nbsp; His eyes rarely left her, whether because of caution, or desire, she was now the focus of his attention completely as he conceived what plan to follow to bed the wench and find the joys of her flesh…today, he thought…today she will have me...willing or not.&nbsp; The thoughts provoked him, his phallus grew as would be expected and slipped unintentionally from beneath the hem of his tunic, though he did manage to pull the fabric down enough to cover the all but erect thickness of the shaft to avoid interrupting her enjoyment of the meal.&nbsp; <br><br>His smile turned with a twist as he gazed towards her, hoping she would concede to his kindness, figuring she would not…though either way she would feel his invasion this day, and he would fill her fully with meat…and cream as well most likely…unless he opted to withdraw and spray her with the heated seed instead…he chuckled at the thought quietly as his cock twitched anxiously.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 08:45:11</strong>
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				Walking with a slow, reluctant step Annaria followed his directions, her mind traveling faster than her own hesitant pace.&nbsp; No matter what she tried, nothing had worked so far to gain her freedom.&nbsp; It was all so frustrating, so incredibly frustrating to know that through her own lack of watchfulness she had allowed this all to happen.&nbsp; <br><br>She could be angry at the slavers, but they were just doing what slavers did.&nbsp; She could be angry with the man who bought her, but try as she wanted to that didn't sit right either, again, it was what they did.&nbsp; It was like being angry at a fox for getting into the hen house when the door was left open.&nbsp; It didn't make sense.&nbsp; So, she was angry with herself.<br><br>The tiny garments he had provided for her did indeed leave little to the imagination but they were at least some sort of covering.&nbsp; Tugging at the bottom of the slip of a skirt only pulled the top down exposing the full rise of heavy breasts, but to not tug at it would keep it rising up over the soft swell where her ass cheeks and thighs met.&nbsp; Keeping the blanket around her helped some, but was hardly what she was used to in clothing.<br><br>The mention of breakfast, along with the smell send her saliva glands working in overload and her tummy grumbling angrily.&nbsp; Regardless what else was to happen, food and something to drink was needed now.&nbsp; "I am hungry.&nbsp; They didn't really give us more than a few bites of bread and some water."&nbsp; Her admission costing her a great deal, she looks at the ground a moment before looking back at the table as they enter.&nbsp; Her eyes taking in the plates set out and waiting.<br><br>Settling into the indicated chair, she tries to hold onto the blanket but, well,&nbsp; its just a nuisance to try to eat and hide in side the blanket.&nbsp; As he didn't look like he was planning to kill her at this moment, in fact,&nbsp; he was being...&nbsp; nice?&nbsp; Giving a shrug that was mostly incomprehension in physical form, she let the blanket slip to her lap as she devoted her full attention to breaking her fast.&nbsp; After nearly two days this repast was truly a feast and she relished everything that was placed in front of her.&nbsp; Using her fork on anything other than what was sitting in her plate never crossed her mind.<br><br>As she ate, her movements, economical yet fluid, gave indication of some understanding of basic though hardly noble table manners.&nbsp; Her mannerisms betrayed some learning of polite table behavior without the polish of nobility.&nbsp; A well heeled commoner perhaps?<br><br>Finally abating her hunger, she slides the plate back laying her fork upon the plate before wiping her mouth with the napkin.&nbsp; Her attention now shifting from the plate to her surroundings, she allows her eyes to travel the room taking in the richness of the furnishings, the fine carved mantle above the fireplace, the tapestries and brocade curtains.&nbsp; It was all quite fine,&nbsp; much nicer than anything she had seen in her own village of course.&nbsp; But it still was not home.<br><br>With a near silent sigh, she at last drew her attention back to the man at her side.&nbsp; Though dressed simply, in attire that was obviously not meant for outside a bed chamber, the material and cut was fine and he wore it as if it was a common thing for him, this finery.&nbsp; Lowering her eyes a little as she rubs her forehead in slow, languid movements, confusion part of her existence, as much a part of her appearance as the heavy mop of curled hair.<br><br>"Thank you for breakfast."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 22:39:12</strong>
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				They had eaten in peace…her manners were adequate enough to need only&nbsp; polishing to be welcomed into any noble residence…her look certainly more than adequate for any man’s need.&nbsp; As she had begun to eat he watched the blanket drop to her lap, the all but sheer fabric of the top portion of her garb revealed the wondrous orbs of delightful flesh he had not yet enjoyed the embrace of…the supple areola soft now, and the nipples eased from the hardened view he caught of them the night before.&nbsp; He ate in silence to allow her time to do so as well, and finished his last bite with the same stroke as she did.&nbsp; His mind had been so preoccupied with the food that he had forgotten about drink to accompany it, an oversight her would soon cure.<br><br>As she pushed the plate away and placed the fork atop of it she seemed tame enough, ready for some other kindness he could offer.&nbsp; Her voice was low but well received as it drifted from the face surrounded by her sleep tattered hair as she thanked him for the breakfast, yet said no more.&nbsp; He smiled and said “You are most welcome, I hope it met your likings” and paused for a brief moment before adding “In my haste I have forgotten that you would need a drink to wash it down with” and chuckled his embarrassment.&nbsp; “We will cure that problem in short order; come with me to the kitchen and I will brew some tea to wet your pallet.”<br><br>He rose and scooped up the plates setting them on the now empty tray along with the flatware; he was so glad she had opted for eating with her fork instead of using it as a weapon against him.&nbsp; He turned as she rose and walked to the opposite door they had entered through, leading her to the kitchen, a place she would be often until the servants returned in a few days since either he or she would have to prepare the meals.&nbsp; As he walked he looked to the walls that passed by slowly, his pace set to give her a chance to survey her new home.<br><br>“The castle is not a large one, and I think you will find your way around it well without difficulty.&nbsp; When we have had our tea…” he paused again as if uncertain about something “…if tea will suit your fancy that is.&nbsp; I’m sure there is still fresh milk in the coolness of the ice box, or perhaps water would suit you better?” His last words were to question her want, for kindness was apparently the way to lull her and bring about the glory he had need of.&nbsp; They reached the kitchen and he turned to her now to receive her reply, yet it did not come fast enough for his likings and he repeated her options with a gentle voice and smile “Tea?&nbsp; Milk?&nbsp; Water?&nbsp; Which would you care for this morning before we begin a tour of your new home?”<br><br>His eyes took in her loveliness again, a brush would be needed to tame the wandering locks, and they gave her a look of wildness as they hung long across her shoulders and back; though her eyes seemed sad and would require much more to bring a sparkle to them.&nbsp; His thought was certainly drawn to one particular kindness he would offer her, and of the flower that he would pluck slowly and with eased resolve if she would allow it…but that would be later…after she had relaxed and seen much of the castle’s enclosure, certainly after he had shown her both her own room and his as well beside it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 06:06:16</strong>
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				With the rampage in her tummy settled, attired in at least a semblance of clothing Annaria had had a few moments in which to think.&nbsp; Locked within her own mind, set in a rotating wheel from which she had found no accessible escape.&nbsp; She was locked in, the walls were stone and the doors heavy wood.&nbsp; The windows barely wide enough for a bow, should the need arise.&nbsp; <br><br>So far nothing she had seen lent itself to allow escape.&nbsp; This in itself, the cause of her malaise.&nbsp; She had never been in a situation where she could not find her way out.&nbsp; Every other situation she had found herself in she had been able to resolve with a bit of creative thought.&nbsp; <br><br>Fighting to bring her consciousness back to her surroundings, she looked up at Hendrix, brushing her hair back out of her face.&nbsp; "Uhm.. well..&nbsp; tea would be nice."&nbsp; Her uncertainty keeping her voice quiet, her mannerisms slow and hesitant.<br><br>Backing to the wall, she wraps her arms around herself in a protective gesture as her mind again turns inward.&nbsp; "Where are the keys?"&nbsp; her internal dialogue swift, in direct opposition to her movements.&nbsp; "where are the keys?&nbsp; If I can get my hands on them, I can get out of here.&nbsp; They are likely hidden where he can get to them easily, or on him.&nbsp; But how can I get them?"<br><br>A duck of her head brings her gaze to the floor after a very brief look into his eyes.&nbsp; "And how do I get away quick enough to figure out which key for which door?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 15:49:41</strong>
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				Hendrix’s smile was smooth as she replied her preference.&nbsp; One glance at her as she backed up to the wall brought back memories of the last time he had seem her pinned to the stone wall below and the wonders he had found as she allowed him to drink of her fountain…though allowed was truly not the case.&nbsp; <br><br>His smile turned to sadness as he turned and retrieved the kettle to heat water for the tea.&nbsp; Poured it full enough from the pitcher and set it on the wood stove, still warm from cooking breakfast for his slave and himself.&nbsp; He leaned to the fire box and stoked it to life and closed the door again to capture the heat under the kettle.&nbsp; He glanced at her again, she had not moved a bit, still her arms wrapped about her and her head bowed as if lost in some thought.&nbsp; He thought to himself…she will learn to find happiness in her new life, surely the life of a nobleman’s concubine would not bring her suffering beyond any that the hardness of a simple life could deal out to her.<br><br>As the water heated on the stove he walked over to her, and stopped only a foot in front of her frame.&nbsp; The garment she wore was indeed well chosen by the slave in the shop; he would have to commend her on it when he saw her next, and pass it on to the shopkeeper.<br>His eye grazed over her, her hair had fallen to cover her face, and even cascaded across her shoulders and covered her breasts from view for the most part, but he knew what awaited him, and smiled.&nbsp; His hand lifted to her chin and brought her face up to meet his gaze, her eyes seemed somewhere between frenzy and sadness; to be expected he guessed.<br><br>His other hand swept the hair from her right shoulder and placed it behind her so that he could look more fully into the green liquid pools of her eyes.&nbsp; “Do not fear Annaria, I will be kind and gentle if you allow me to be.&nbsp; I regret having to place you in the darkness of the lower level last night, but you must learn that my kindness comes with a price, and your attempts to harm me or escape come with a price as well.”&nbsp; He drew her from the wall with his left hand by the shoulder it had come to rest on and his fight hand swept the locks from her face and behind her as well.&nbsp; His eyes were fixed on hers as his arms went about her shoulders and embraced her full against himself.&nbsp; The feeling of her body against his was almost too much to bear, his lips quivered with temptation to kiss her, the want of her pressed at him severely, yet he would bide his time and take her in the comfort of a bed, for her virginal channel would be more than needful of that repose.<br><br>As the steam billowed from the kettle he heard it and turned his head to see.&nbsp; His grip of embrace loosened and as he faced her again he smiled “Let us drink tea in the library…a thought occurs to me…do you know how to read girl? If so, you may enjoy the collection of works amassed in the shelves…I truly love to read of adventures and romances of far away lands and folk.&nbsp; If you do not read, I would be honored to share a poem now and again with you, and if you cannot, I will teach you if you are willing.”<br><br>Before she could answer he released her and walked to the stove, setting the kettle aside and retrieving two fine china cups.&nbsp; He opened an over head cabinet and brought forth a copper canister that held an imported tea from the south lands of China, a nice blend that soothed the pallet and senses.&nbsp; He spooned some onto a mesh cloth and wrapped it tightly before pouring the heated water over it into each cup, and then dipped the fabric bag in and out of each for a few moments to enrich the blend of steamy hot tea.&nbsp; He set the bag aside and removed the dishes from the tray before setting the two cups onto it.&nbsp; Quickly he brought out a short stalk of sugar cane from some distant land and turned to the cabinet holding ice from the caverns that was brought once a week to the castle.&nbsp; He poured a small amount of the thick sweet milk into a smaller pitcher and returned the larger one to the cabinet for storage and safe chilling.&nbsp; He surveyed his task and was satisfied it was in readiness…picked up the tray and walked back to where she still stood, now in silence.<br><br>His hands were both occupied with the tray; though he could have carried it with one, he knew she would be more at ease if his hands were so taken as to not grasp her in any way.&nbsp; “Annaria, follow the hall towards the dining room we ate breakfast in and turn to the left instead of right when you reach the first opening; I will follow you and instruct so that when you are alone you can find your way…yes, there will be times when you are not forced with my company…though that will come with my trust as you earn it.”&nbsp; She walked ahead and he watched as the sway of her skirt barely covered the lush roundness of her derriere…again he was thinking of delights not yet found…again his decision was to wait as he thought <em>“an hour…two at the most…then I can know the joy of her tightened textures.”</em>&nbsp; His smile broadened with the thought and soon enough she turned into the library...its walls lined with shelf after shelf of bound magic.<br><br>He instructed her to take a seat on the settee and sat beside her as he laid the try onto the table before it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 09:06:55</strong>
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				Locked within her own thinking, Hendrix's approach did not register till he raised her face to his.&nbsp; Flinching away, she found herself well trapped between the wall and his body, far too close for comfort.&nbsp; The tension in her body rising as muscles grew taut, her small hands balling into fists she kept close to her body.<br><br>As he drew her from the wall, the anger and uncertainty fled in the face of fear, filling her eyes regardless of her desire to suppress the telling hints of it within her.&nbsp; The need to strike out and run so over powering, as blood rushed to her extremities in aid.&nbsp; Though, where would she run?&nbsp; That one thought the only thing staying her hands, quieting her feet.<br><br>The strong arms and quiet voice he wrapped around her might have been meant to comfort, instead sent her heart thudding heavily in her breast, her tremble beginning anew with the wash of adrenaline strangled within.&nbsp; No, no, she would not allow herself to fall apart, to have him see her tears. <br><br>"Of course I can read.&nbsp; I'm not stupid.&nbsp; Not some.."&nbsp; She cut off her words, clipped as they were from full lips, trembling in need to scream out in defiance, instead gave voice to her indignation.&nbsp; "We.. I.. my father owns books.&nbsp; He taught me as a child."<br><br>As his arms loose her from their confines, she again fights the compulsion, growing stronger, to run.&nbsp; Logic would brook no silly flight, no, she must have a plan, a reasonable expection of escape before she gave in to her greatest need.<br><br>With that thought firmly in mind, she looked about, seeing the kitchen, the adjoining rooms truly for the first time.&nbsp; Likely there was a door here close, at least one leading into the kitchen garden.&nbsp; Given an inward nod she filed that away for future reference as she followed his directions, keeping close tabs on the rooms and the directions for each turn.&nbsp; Her eyes gathering information to her as one would gather pearls, each one, each tiny thing useful and precious.<br><br>As she walked into the library Annaria could not help it.&nbsp; She gaped in surprise seeing the enormity of the collection.&nbsp; There must have been.. oh, she couldn't even think, five hundred books?&nbsp; More?&nbsp; She had never thought so many books could be in one location.&nbsp; <br><br>Her own village, the inn her father owned, where she grew up housed a collection of near twenty.&nbsp; That was their treasure, the reason people came to the inn during the long winters. To tell stories, to play music and to read.&nbsp; It was a source of pride for the people there, that most everyone could read.&nbsp; <br><br>But this?&nbsp; This, one, single, room.&nbsp; How could any one person have so many?<br><br>Distracted and awed, she relaxed her guard, her shoulders slumping a little as her hands slowly dropped to her sides, fists unclench as she found the settee entirely by accident, so absorbed in the enormity of this treasure.<br><br>Settling herself down on the plush fabric, the nape thick and soft against the bare skin of her thighs, she realized belatedly the loss of the blanket, still lying on the floor of the dining room where it fell when she stood.&nbsp; Crossing her ankles demurely, she kept her thighs tight as her arms wound about herself, her attention brought back to Hendrix as he seats himself very close, the heat of his body crossing the fabric barrier to find its way to her.&nbsp; The teatray making barely a rattle as he set it upon the table before them.&nbsp; <br><br>Dropping her eyes to the floor, the thick fall of her hair cascades over her shoulders obscuring her face as she again retreats into her presumed, mask of indifference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 12:54:18</strong>
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				Hendrix took note of the posture Annaria chose as she seated herself on the settee; he wondered if her prim pose was caused by proper upbringing…most likely…or fear…almost without a doubt…but fear could be useful for his goals and he smiled as her head lowered and her hair fell before her obscuring the view of her face, shoulders and all but a hint of her wondrous chest.&nbsp; A sigh came from his lips as he leaned to the tray to prepare the tea…<br><br>As his hands extended to the tray he needed to lean over to it and as he glanced back to the fair maiden beside him his gaze could not help but see how tightly pressed her thighs were…he thought ‘she would conceal her prize from my eye, time will avail me of that delight…soon enough’.&nbsp; His eye fixed for a brief moment on the smooth flesh above the fine slit he had tasted of the night before, and though he could not see it, the memory was a joyous one.&nbsp; Again he turned his attention to the tray…<br><br>The steam had ceased it billowing from the cups, the tea would be cooled enough to not burn his…or her… lips as they drank.&nbsp; He considered asking her preference as to how she would care for her tea, but decided to fix hers as he would have his own.&nbsp; He picked up the small fine grater and passed the cane across it over each cup twice, the aroma of the sweetness filed his nostrils with the heavenly scent. Setting those two things down he retrieved the small pitcher of fresh milk and poured just a touch into each cup as well before using the silver spoon to stir first one and then the other. The spoon found its resting place and he picked up one cup and saucer with his left hand, turning it properly to present it to her with the handle of the small china cup towards her…he took care to present it to where she could hold the saucer in her left hand and drink with the right…the hand she had used with the fork.&nbsp; As she reached for it, her knees parted ever so slightly…his eye was afforded a glimpse…a tease of the finery that lay between her thighs at the apex.&nbsp; He sighed as he turned his head back and picked up his own cup, and returned to sitting up beside her.<br><br>His words came in softly spoken tones as he replied to her commentary of ‘knowing how to read…and the reasons for that.&nbsp; “Annaria, I was not trying to imply that you were, or are, any less intelligent, as you surely know that in this time it is not commonplace for all to have bee taught how to read.&nbsp; It delights me that you do, for that will give us a time to share in ways other than pleasures of the flesh.”&nbsp; As his words ebbed he chuckled lightly, he knew those times would take precedence over any of the pastime of reading, but still wanted her lulled to believe that he would spare her that task once in a while.<br><br>He looked towards her, the fiery hair still daunted his view, yet it would be a shame to lop it off simply to see her better.&nbsp; His right hand came up and passed from her breast, without touching&nbsp; it, to her shoulder and placed the locks behind her shoulder saying “You are a beautiful woman Annaria, I find it much nicer when I can gaze upon you fully…a comb to hold your hair in order is a must…” His hand laid upon her shoulder as he finished moving the swaying curls, his eye trailed to her fine orb and the soft areola and nipple amply visible now beneath the fabric.<br><br>As he drank his tea in a gulp a thought came to him of something she might enjoy and with a smile said “Sit and enjoy your tea…I will get a book you might enjoy and return momentarily.”&nbsp; He went to the shelves and picked up a familiar volume...the deep rouge leather faded at the binding from being held so many hours…the passages all known by heart, yet perhaps not to her.&nbsp; He returned to her as she finished her tea as well, the book held in his left hand as he allowed it to fall open to a particular passage.&nbsp; His eyes turned to her with a glimmer of excitement and said “I know you could read this for yourself, but I would like to read the first piece for you, so sit back, close your eyes if you will, and let the words fill you with John Donne’s delights.”<br><br>He turned, his knee now on the settee crooked beside her, touching her thigh as he did so, yet not for perverse desire, but simple position to face her as he read.&nbsp; This master of language penned this volume himself, I think around the turn of the century…about 1610 or 12…of that I am not sure, but it is of no matter now, for they shall forever be remembered throughout history…I shall read to you a poem titled “Love’s Usury”…he cleared his throat of the nervousness that would cause him to falter as he read and began in a mellow sweet voice.<br><br><em>For every hour that thou wilt spare me now I will allow,<br>Usurious God of Love, twenty to thee,<br>When with my brown my gray hairs equal be;<br>Till then, Love, let my body reign, and let<br>Me travel, sojourn, snatch, plot, have, forget,<br>Resume my last year's relic: think that yet<br>We'had never met.<br>Let me think any rival's letter mine,<br>And at next nine<br>Keep midnight's promise; mistake by the way<br>The maid, and tell the Lady of that delay;<br>Only let me love none, no, not the sport;<br>From country grass, to comfitures of Court,<br>Or cities quelque choses, let report<br>My mind transport.<br><br>This bargain's good; if when I'm old, I be<br>Inflamed by thee,<br>If thine own honour, or my shame, or pain,<br>Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gain.<br>Do thy will then, then subject and degree,<br>And fruit of love, Love I submit to thee;<br>Spare me till then, I'll bear it, though she be<br>One that loves me. </em> &nbsp;<br><br>He smiled, she had not said a word during the reading, and yet she seemed to listen to the poetry with thoughts filled with some joy, some glee had touched her.&nbsp; “Annaria, this volume of John’s works and so many more are available to you, we shall take time to allow you to read from any you choose when we are not otherwise occupied.&nbsp; As I said, I am no monster, but only a man, and to you a master that can be a kind as the spring rains and warmth of summer…yet do not fool yourself into thoughts of treachery or escape, for there is another side of me that can be harsh, cruel and … a master that would bring pain to get what I desire from you.&nbsp; But enough of that, we shall not need chains or ropes or even a tethered collar to restrain you, let us go now and tour the castle so that you can know the surroundings of your new home.”&nbsp; His eye traveled again to her face, and then body, her breasts heaved up and back evenly as she breathed, her abdomen taught with youth, even her thighs strong as they led to the very apex of her core…a core he would again taste of…a core he would find the intimate textures held within when he had taken her to the chosen boudoir as the tour ended today.&nbsp; The ropes were poised at each corner of the bed if she resisted…he had thought she probably would resist that first entry, and so had prepared them for that event.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 10:46:01</strong>
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				Hmmm...&nbsp; Would she be able to take one or two of the books from here when she made good her escape?&nbsp; No, best not to think like that.&nbsp; She wasn't a thief.&nbsp; And if she worried herself about acquiring a few tomes she might miss the opportunity for a hurried or unplanned out.&nbsp; "No," her mind answered itself, "don't even think of that.&nbsp; Just worry about getting yourself out of here girl."<br><br>Trying to make herself as small as she could upon the settee, Annaria drew back a little as he leaned foreward.&nbsp; Keeping her eyes averted, buried almost within her hair, the sounds of his activities with the tea tray a sound she was familiar and comfortable with, though the thing he was scraping was not.&nbsp; It gave a sweet scent not unlike the honey she was accustomed to in her own tea at home.<br><br>That little bit of business concluded Hendrix sat back, handing her the cup and saucer which she took from him without truly looking in his direction, merely receiving what was offered.&nbsp; When his voice reached her ears, the calm quietude of his address brought with it none of the actual comfort he had seemed to wish to impart, rather more of a puzzle to worry through.&nbsp; He can't possibly think?&nbsp; But he did.&nbsp; That much was certain from his behavior before.&nbsp; <br><br>And now it was almost as if he was courting her?<br><br>The quiet words, the brushing of her hair back from her face, which caused a flinch and a fierce desire to jump, run, slap, fling the hot tea into his face.&nbsp; All of it at once born out on her features.&nbsp; She certainly did not wish for him to look at her, touch her, anything at all with her.&nbsp; Closing her eyes a moment she sent out a silent prayer, a prayer for assistance, a prayer begging forgiveness for whatever it was she had done to have found herself in this place.<br><br>As she opened her eyes with the shift of weight on the settee as he rose to browse a moment along the treasure lined shelves, she found herself looking in his direction more to keep herself apprised as to his location than any need to look upon him.&nbsp; A sudden memory of what he had done to her the previous night cascading through her bringing with it a scarlet blush and an almost panicked need to withdraw further, deeper within herself.&nbsp; But that she must not do, for should she, she would never return.&nbsp; Escape would be impossible.<br><br>When he returned with the book in hand, a pleased expression as he settled himself to read, the thigh brushing against her uncomfortably bare skin brought with it another flinch, her tea cup rattling some as she made to cover her nervousness by feigning a sense of calm as she sipped.<br><br>The poem was beautiful.&nbsp; The delicate phrasing and cadence were lovely.&nbsp; There was no doubt in that; but she could not help but wonder as to why he had chosen that particular bit of prose.&nbsp; A thought came again unbidden, that yes, he was, in a fashion, trying to court her.<br><br>As he closed the book, his word again his own, he turned speaking directly to her.&nbsp; “Annaria, this volume of John’s works and so many more are available to you, we shall take time to allow you to read from any you choose when we are not otherwise occupied.&nbsp; As I said, I am no monster, but only a man, and to you a master that can be a kind as the spring rains and warmth of summer…yet do not fool yourself into thoughts of treachery or escape, for there is another side of me that can be harsh, cruel and … a master that would bring pain to get what I desire from you.&nbsp; But enough of that, we shall not need chains or ropes or even a tethered collar to restrain you, let us go now and tour the castle so that you can know the surroundings of your new home.” <br><br>Every fiber of her being cried out in a panicked 'no'.&nbsp; No, this is not my home. No, you are not my master. No, you .. you cannot hold me here.&nbsp; But her lips stayed silent, her eyes haunted as she carefully set the delicate china cup and sauce back upon the tea tray.&nbsp; A tour of the castle might yield a manner of escape.&nbsp; It might.&nbsp; It didn't have to be something to be afraid of, did it?&nbsp; <br><br>Standing with reluctance, she tugged the little slip of clothing back down to try to keep herself covered, aware of his visual explorations of her body.&nbsp; Her face again coloring as she looked away, her hair slipping over her shoulder giving her a bit of respite as her face grew hot and flushed.&nbsp; Her steps slow as she followed him, leaving that treasure unattended, her one thought as they left comparing herself to the books, confined within the castle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 14:31:08</strong>
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				Her manner had been fitting as they partook of the tea, her posture seemed stiff, but all in all ‘proper’…certainly he had made a wise choice at the auction blocks a day earlier.&nbsp; His challenge to train her would take time, but she was smart enough to at some point realize that her plight would remain as it already had become…a slave, a concubine, a vessel to a nobleman.&nbsp; His thoughts considered many things at once, was kindness the best means of making her a willing vessel? Would he not be better off to simply put her in chains and pillage the flesh he so desired to enjoy?&nbsp; How best to find the glory he sought?&nbsp; All these questions ran rampant within his mind, yet a path had already been chosen…he would treat her as a person worthy of wooing, though a vessel for his eager delight she would remain…until she had been used enough, as his father had said…and then replaced.&nbsp; A sigh came from his breath as she set the cup back upon the tray and rose to her feet to join him.<br><br>He could not help but grin as she tugged at the short covering of her buttocks and mound, he again thought of the slave at the shop and the thanks she was due.&nbsp; He leaned down and picked up the tray and said “We will need to return the tray to the kitchen, I am certain you can recall the path…go ahead of me as before.”&nbsp; They walked, still in silence as she retraced the hallways to the kitchen, and as they arrived he set the tray down on the very counter that it had lain before…the dishes from breakfast still sat soiled, yet that could be taken care of later…other matters pressed at him with more urgency.&nbsp; His eye seemed to be fixed to her rump as she led him, his heart beat a rhythm of excitement, though without need as yet…it began again to fill the manly tool that would soon be hers, but he managed to keep it at bay and not cause a tent in the fabric of his tunic.<br><br>“Annaria, the tour shall begin from here, a place you are now familiar with the location of” he said in calm, yet resolved voice.&nbsp; “The castle has many rooms, and many hallways, but don’t let them baffle you, for the layout is simple enough.”&nbsp; His hand swayed to the door they had just passed through in a sweeping gesture as he continued “The hall we just passed through leads to the front of the castle, you have seen the smaller of the dining rooms, and the library, facing each other on either side of the hall…beyond them lay the entry vestibule we passed through on our arrival, and to either side of it lay the larger ‘formal’ dining room and across the entry from it is the ball room.&nbsp; Both vast in size, but are rarely used, for I am not much on entertaining as yet…though in time I will wish to show off my prize…the castle itself…” and with a twinkle to his eye as he took in her image “…and new slave girl.”<br><br>“We will begin, as I said, here in the rear portion of the building.” Again his arm swung in gesture as he pointed towards the hall leading away to the rear of the walls. “along that hall we would find a doorway to the garden kept for vegetable and fruits to furnish us with foods, it is surrounded by high walls and only one gate leading out to the countryside, yet the gate is locked for now…lest you should still consider escape still as a possibility.&nbsp; Farther along the hall are the quarters for the maid and manservant whom you shall meet when they and the other servants return in a few days…perhaps a week….dependant on how long it takes to train you in ways of being a slave to my mastership.&nbsp; You should know that I chose you not simply for the divine looks you carry, nor for the spirit I felt streaming from you even on the auction block, but for your status of being untrained…for as with any want, my need is to be fulfilled in all ways…I feel as though I chose well, pray do not disappoint me in this one thing Annaria, for it would be a shame to turn you to my father’s home…his needs are only one…and then he would simply have you taken out and…” his words trailed off to allow her to consider what end might come of that.<br><br>“Enough of that…for we shall surely have no need to consider that…you and I will get along just fine…&nbsp; Please follow the hall to the entry; we will continue to walk as I guide you through the castle’s halls.”&nbsp; Again he let her lead the way, his purpose was to have her in view, the lush sway of her skirt as it barely covered the curve beneath was wondrous indeed, and he wanted to see each step she took.&nbsp; They got to the entry and he touched her shoulder to have her pause, her flesh was warm beneath the thin fabric, and he turned her to face himself gently.<br><br>“You perhaps recall this entry, though I’m sure that when you passed through it yester-eve your thoughts were on things other than the high ceilings of it, the sweeping stair, and the many paths that lead from it.&nbsp; I still regret having to show you the lower level that lay beyond that doorway after your attempt to overpower me with the very blade that shaved your…” he shuddered with the memory of the wondrous mound “…pubis, yet I can only hope lessons were learned there of both your place here, and the joys or tortures that can be found.”&nbsp; His hand upon her shoulder turned her to the stair, and prompted her to ascend them.&nbsp; The two meter wide staircase swept upwards in a graceful curve and ended on a balcony six meters above the vestibule floor, a nice view of the Grecian arts designed into it now visible of nymphs frolicking naked in a peaceful sky with the Gods of that mythological time, though no better a view than following her up the stairs.&nbsp; Her grace was enhanced by seeing beneath the hem of the skirt as he watched her cheeks move and the very slit all but visible to his eye.<br><br>Again he touched her shoulder, and as before her body cringed at his advance, yet she had not attempted to stop him as yet and better for not doing so…he believed.&nbsp; As her face turned to meet his he again spoke, concerned that her voice had not been heard, for her view of things could make her more comfortable if he could answer any queries she may need answered. But, he continued with the descriptive monolog of the tour…”From this balcony you can see there are but two hallways…the first…” he gestured to his left “…gives access to the turrets and battlements above as well as the barracks for archers and soldiers should they be needed, though as yet I have not had need of any to be on hand.&nbsp; The second gives access to the guest rooms for visitors who may need rest from a day’s journey, or a celebration here in Castle Hendrix, as well as my room, and of course the room for my concubine slave…” and with a lighthearted chuckle added “…that one dear Annaria belongs to you for as long as you remain.”&nbsp; He took both her shoulders in his grasp and held her firmly so that she would not cast a gaze past his voice, a message of import was at hand and he wanted to be certain she received it well…<br><br>“Annaria, you have graced me by allowing me to use your name, soon I will shout it to the roof tops when we find ourselves in the throes of passion, I would hope that when that time finds your joy you would call out the words of either Hendrix or Master in reply.&nbsp; You have not spoken much as yet with me, though I do not discourage it, so feel free to voice an opinion or query…your are my slave, but I value your needs to be heard as well.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 11:14:22</strong>
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				Following his basic instructions seemed easy enough, though galling, when all she wanted to do was make him shut him out and run.&nbsp; With arms crossed in front of her, occasionally reaching down to tug at the scant fabric's hem, she walked without enthusiasm, her step measured, as he indicated. <br><br>Taking the turns, doing the obligatory viewing as he indicated, each room, each turn of the hall opening up new and what would have been amazing sights in any other set of circumstances.&nbsp; The only thing truly of interest to her at this moment was watching for any sort of easy access to the outside.&nbsp; She gave no indication, other than turning as he directed, that she was even listening or aware of his presence.&nbsp; Annaria did hear him though, the obvious pride in which he showed her about, this castle truly was his home and it was evidenced in his voice.<br><br>As they come to a halt, her attention came back hurriedly to his words.&nbsp; Most still concerning the castle, its environs and sundries.&nbsp; Most, but certainly not all.&nbsp; Her ears perked as she found him addressing her acquisition and expectations.<br><br>"You should know that I chose you not simply for the divine looks you carry, nor for the spirit I felt streaming from you even on the auction block, but for your status of being untrained…for as with any want, my need is to be fulfilled in all ways…I feel as though I chose well, pray do not disappoint me in this one thing Annaria, for it would be a shame to turn you to my father's home…his needs are only one…and then he would simply have you taken out and…” his words trailed off to allow her to consider what end might come of that.<br><br>Blood ran cold through her at his words.&nbsp; She knew without working for meaning, precisely what he meant.&nbsp; Swallowing hard, her mouth suddenly devoid of moisture, she could scarce contain the sense of panic that enveloped her.&nbsp; Crawling from her belly, seeking out every part of her, the panic grew as her eyes filled, widening in alarm.&nbsp; She had to get out.&nbsp; Regardless.<br><br>Grateful at the resumption of the tour, she heaved a almost silent sigh of relief that he continued to have her walk in front of him so he could not see the glint of tears threatening to drop, spilling onto her cheeks.&nbsp; She would not cry.&nbsp; She would not.&nbsp; She would not give anyone, anyone, the satisfaction of seeing that.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Not today.&nbsp; Not ever.<br><br>The hand that reached for her shoulder felt heavy, almost predatory, distracted as she was, off... cocooned in her own little world where panic reigned.&nbsp; Flinching noticeably, she turned as his hand seemed to direct her, eyes rapidly blinking to bring them back to a semblance of dead disinterest as he continued to speak.<br><br>“Annaria, you have graced me by allowing me to use your name, soon I will shout it to the roof tops when we find ourselves in the throes of passion, I would hope that when that time finds your joy you would call out the words of either Hendrix or Master in reply.&nbsp; You have not spoken much as yet with me, though I do not discourage it, so feel free to voice an opinion or query…your are my slave, but I value your needs to be heard as well.”<br><br>A deep scowl, anger flashing in her eyes as he forced her, holding her shoulders in a vice grip as he spoke.&nbsp; Her own voice, when it came, dripped with iced water, clipped, angry.&nbsp; Though unlikely wise, his prompting let loose a torrent.<br><br>"I told you my name so you wouldn't try to give me another.&nbsp; I am Annaria.&nbsp; I am not, I don't care how much you 'paid' for me..&nbsp; I am 'not' a slave.&nbsp; You want my words?&nbsp; I really don't think you do for you will find them distasteful and sour.&nbsp; &nbsp;You want to know my needs?&nbsp; Fine.&nbsp; Get your hands off me and let me out of this place."<br><br>Her last words rising to an almost shrill scream of defiance, she brought her hands up pushing hard against his chest as she attempted to twist away, the staircase close by, the door to the gardens her goal.&nbsp; There was a wall about the garden, but no matter.&nbsp; It was not as if she had never scaled a wall or climbed a tree.&nbsp; Those things were all well within her abilities.&nbsp; Her desire for escape completely overshadowing the lack of decent attire or lack of knowledge of her location.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 14:01:46</strong>
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				At last, a response worthy of her was spoken…finally a temperament he could deal with.&nbsp; As her voice, shrill and coated with hatred for what she had come to, demanded him to unhand her and even more to release her from the slavery that was now hers, he knew she would indeed need to be trained with something other than the purity of kindness he had attempted. He knew that her will would need to be swayed with earnest and resolve…he smiled at her spirit…he knew she would be a wondrous lover…though not the way he would have preferred.<br><br>His hands still held a firm grip on her shoulders, her face now red with anger, her eyes filled with the possibility of a flood of tears, her lips quivered with all she felt…his eyes fixed on her in awe of the very spirit she held…the spirit that would be carried to the bed chamber…the tour abandoned for now.<br><br>His hands moved along her neck and cradled her lush hair on each side of her head as his eyes stared into the liquid green pools so near to erupting into tears.&nbsp; He kept his voice calm, knowing that to return the hatred she had shrilled at him would end badly, and to become violent at her outburst would solve nothing and teach even less.<br><br>“It is true that I would have given you a name” he said in even tones as he replied.&nbsp; “I now would call you spirited wolf, lioness, or hawk…for your temper is easily reached, and shows the character of a predator in its tones.&nbsp; But I am glad you shared your true name with me, for indeed I shall shout it in our glory when the time is right.&nbsp; The price I paid for you is irrelevant, for that is only moneys…easily gained and easily spent for some…” he paused to choose the right words and then continued, his fingers trailing around her head with a firm grip “…but you are, no matter the reasons, now my slave… or if you would prefer a different title ‘concubine’, for we shall share our physical bodies long and often Annaria.&nbsp; I value your words, and your feeling of a need to be free, yet cannot concede to that wish, will not concede to it….you are mine until I have used you to my likings and no longer have need of you…yet I would think that remaining alive and not held physically captive in the chambers of torture below would be more to your likings than to take what I offer.”<br><br>His right hand tightened its grip within her hair and the back of her head, the left released completely.&nbsp; As he turned, he now led the way towards the bed chambers along the lengthy hallway…hers was to be the second along the path, his third, which was the intended destination.&nbsp; He more or less drug her by the hair as he walked at a less leisurely pace than when they were simply taking a tour of the castle’s interior.&nbsp; As he would have expected her resistance increased…in fact her reluctance was livid and he had to drag her bodily down the hall.&nbsp; The flailing anger behind him caused him no disturbance, yet his thoughts became focused on how to best get her restrained once in the chamber.<br><br>As they arrived at his door his free hand threw it open and drug her through the portal, slamming it shut behind them.&nbsp; Across the floor he took her to the side of the bed and quickly turned and lifted her from her feet as she tried to plant them…his grip still held to her hair as her back fell to the coverlet of the bedding and he leapt atop of her straddling her torso and planting his weight as his ass sat down firmly on her abdomen.&nbsp; With equal speed his hand came from her hair and joined the other as he clasped her arms at the wrists.&nbsp; Pulling them together against her twisting arms and desperate attempt to escape the inevitable fate she would now find.&nbsp; As her wrists came together he grasped them with one hand and reached for the first rope…catching the left one in a loop and tightening around it…the other soon was bound as well, her voice was loud, but he heard nothing of her words…they had no bearing now…her choices were mute.<br><br>He rose and turned his body around abruptly and sat across her thighs, reached for the ropes there and bound each ankle in turn.&nbsp; She was now prone on her back, though her resistance had not ceased, not in the least, but there was no escape from his plan…he would have her now as his prize….her body, spread eagled before him, at least was his for the taking.&nbsp; He rose to his feet on the bed, straddled her hips, from her pose below if she were willing she would see the instrument that would soon steal the flower of her virginity…he sighed as to how he now had to do so…it could have been so joyful if she had only succumbed to his kindness.&nbsp; He stepped from the bed and walked to the stand where the various implements procured at the shop her very clothing had been purchased had been placed.&nbsp; He surveyed the prizes and slid the door shut, he would see if any were needed as the day went forth.<br><br>As he returned to the bedside her wrath was obvious, had she been free, he knew she would have done him harm, the look to her eyes spelled out the contempt of what had and was about to happen.&nbsp; He leaned across her and put his hand on her forehead to hold her in place for a moment, placed his lips to hers for a moment and then trailed them to her ear “It could have been so different Annaria…alas, your flower will be stolen without you giving it to me…I will be as gentle as you allow.”<br><br>Again he climbed on the bed, again he straddled her, the fabric of her clothing askew from the thrashing and the very way she was tossed and tied on the bed.&nbsp; He grasped the hem of her shirt and pushed it upwards without pause until it lay above the lush firm orbs of her flesh…the nipples hardened with some emotion, for the textures was pebbled, he smiled that some deep thought had her aroused…in some way.&nbsp; As he gazed upon them his arousal became more pronounced as the 30 centimeter prong grew to full beneath his groin, laying along her tummy it seemed too much to even fit into her tight virginal channel, but fit it would.&nbsp; Up on his knees now he grasped the hem of her skirt, pulling at it until it lay around her waist, her smooth mound gave little evidence of the pubic hairs that had been there the day before, again he smiled, the very petals of her labia puffed from the slit, though the nubbin not yet revealed.<br><br>He lowered himself to where his sack hung against those very lips, his cock stretched across her abdomen almost to her ribs, he chuckled at the sight, for he knew his mass could easily tear her, he found himself knowing that he would not fill her with its entirety, not this time.&nbsp; His hips moved forth and back as the base of his meaty cock pressed against the crown that held her clitoris, emulating the very tempo he would enter her with, yet no entry to her core had yet come to pass…taunting himself with her glory worked well on him as he felt the rumblings within his sack and a droplet of pre cum seeped from the tip of the bulbous head.&nbsp; His hand went to it and swiped the creamy white goo from it, leaned forward and smeared it onto her lower lip and grinned…”This will be yours soon…and if I feel the need, it will fill your mouth as well as your core.&nbsp; You are my slave…never think otherwise Annaria, for that would be folly.”<br><br>Again he sat up straddled her hips, again he surveyed the flesh beneath himself, he sniffed the air to find if she were yet wet with perverse need…and smiled at the result.&nbsp; He posture rose to his feet, still straddled her frame as he removed his tunic, his eyes fixed on hers as she could see full on the meat that would invade her shortly…it swayed horizontal above her as he rocked side to side to make it move and fill her with fright, horror or need…he card not which.&nbsp; He stepped back and his feet lit between her ankles, spread a meter apart, her body visible to his gaze save the two pieces of fabric that lay uselessly across her waist and shoulders.&nbsp; A grin of animalistic need crossed his face as he came down and placed his knees between hers.&nbsp; His hands fell upon her thighs just above the knee and he looked at her eyes, filled with wetness, filled with the plight she had been forced into, filed with shock of this reality it seemed to him.<br><br>His hands slipped up her thighs until again, as the evening before his thumbs pressed against the flesh of her femininity.&nbsp; He parted the outer petals and lowered his face to her sweet flesh….his tongue parted the crown and found her clit hidden within, swirled around it several times as her body reacted to this advance for the second time in a day.&nbsp; Lapping at her clit his thumb pushed into her core to the first knuckle and began a rhythmic entry and withdrawal of it…soon her body gave off wetness from her depths, though he was sure it was not excitement of a pleasurable kind…none the less her channel was becoming wet…a needed lubricant before his invasion to her faint fleshy flower of virginity…that membrane must be breached before a true assault on her core was possible.&nbsp; For minutes that took forever he licked, sucked and swirled his tongue about her outer parts with his mouth…her flavor changed and he knew it was time.&nbsp; His head lowered and he probed her channel with a darting action of his tongue…fucking her with it would bring enough liquid to ease the girth of his cock as he pushed within the lush sweet cunt she could not stop…her fate sealed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 10:11:59</strong>
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				His strength and determination greater than she had anticipated, her own push against his chest, born in anger still insufficient to cause him more than a single step back as his hands curled in her hair bringing her intended bound for freedom to an abrupt stop.&nbsp; A wordless scream of rage and pain bellowing forth as her hands went to her hair, attempting to still the sudden pain as she is held fast.<br><br>Held firmly, her scalp screaming in pain Annaria felt her eyes watering with the sudden and intense hold.&nbsp; Still, her rage at frustrated escaped attempt would not allow her to desist.&nbsp; Trying to pry his hands loose from her tresses only increased the strain, the best she could hope for was to keep it from getting worse by simply holding her own hands over his.&nbsp; <br><br>She screamed and still his words flowed smoothly, quietly.&nbsp; Words she had no desire to hear.&nbsp; “I don't care what you think to call me.&nbsp; I am not!” She cried out at the culmination of his statement of intent.&nbsp; Frustration adding a touch of hysteria to her tone as his grip with his right hand tightened.&nbsp; <br><br>As he turned she made to sweep his feet from under him, but his movements too quick, she instead&nbsp; found herself being, for all intents and purposes, drug down the hall, her feet desperately seeking purchase on the well polished stone floors.&nbsp; Finding none, they slid fairly easily.&nbsp; Annaria’s balance completely at the mercy of&nbsp; Hendrix’s forward momentum.&nbsp; <br><br>The bedchamber’s portal gave her one last chance.&nbsp; As they passed through she made to grab the frame.&nbsp; Again, her timing off, she found herself flung forward through the door.&nbsp; The sound of its closure ominous, as it reverbrated through her brain.&nbsp; The klaxon of its closure stilling her fight, for nary a split second.&nbsp; Though abbreviated, it was more than ample time as Hendrix closed on her.&nbsp; His much larger and stronger body easily hefting her, and with feet flailing for purchase, sent her onto the bed.&nbsp; His own momentum carrying him to straddle her easily.<br><br>Looking up at him through tear filled eyes, through the wild mane of curls flung about in disarray Annaria held no illusions as to her fate.&nbsp; He would take what he wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>Also too did the clear understanding of his fore planning when he reached for and bound her with ropes easily accessible and well secured long before he came to retrieve her from the darkened cell below.&nbsp; His gentlemanly behavior before, obviously a ruse.&nbsp; For all the fine speech and courtly manners, this now spoke to his true intent.<br><br>Kicking and thrashing wildly, though her hands were well secured, brought no release, only tightening the grip of the ropes on her wrists till he turned and straddled her thighs.&nbsp; Held thus, the securing of each ankle proceeded easily .<br><br>As he stood surveying her from the foot of the bed, bound hand and foot to his bed. Her eyes flared bright, her anger and hatred surging forth.&nbsp; Her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;Closing her eyes, she retreated inside, seeking comfort, a refuge from all that had come to her.&nbsp; Her personal darkness keeping her from seeing his little side jaunt to examine his other purchases from the day before.&nbsp; She did not open them again, even when she felt the bed shift as he settled in, till his hand covered her forehead, pressing her head to stillness.&nbsp; His lips on her own, though warm against her softness, brought a shiver through her. A shiver which grew as they traversed her skin, whispering to her.<br><br>Squeezing her eyes shut brought no comfort as she felt the cooler air hit her breasts and the smooth skin of her mound as he exposed her fully.&nbsp; She could feel his arousal, the heat of him against her skin but it brought no relief from the chill.&nbsp; Shaking with the overload of adrenaline, her cheeks flushed with her exertions, Annaria gave a small strangled yelp as she felt him, felt his movements.&nbsp; His cock dragging slowly across her clit.&nbsp; <br><br>No, this can't be happening. No.&nbsp; No.. please no.&nbsp; She repeated silently within her.&nbsp; Begging in silent prayers for release.&nbsp; Her inner voice continuous till the taste of something warm, heavy with salt hit her lip.&nbsp; Instinctively, she licked it away.&nbsp; In that instant she realized just what it was he had placed upon her lip.&nbsp; A single quiet sob followed that realization as her eyes opened, fully seeing him again as he rose to remove the tunic.&nbsp; The swell of his cock jutting harshly from his body caught and held her eyes.&nbsp; Where they had been angry, frustrated, now they held shock, panic and abject terror as the full impact of what was to occur filled her eyes.<br><br>As he lowered towards her body, his hands traveling from her thighs to her fleshy lips,&nbsp; lowering his head between her thighs lapping hungrily at her clit and pussy she felt again the sensations from the previous night.&nbsp; The heat rising bringing with it the scent of her musk as his thumb plumbed her.&nbsp; The passage of time held no meaning as he continued his assault on her clit and pussy, licking and sucking.&nbsp; His thumb training her pussy, drawing the cream from her as his tongue lavished her clit.<br><br>Gasping softly, her thighs and belly began to quiver.&nbsp; The sensations too much, overriding the fear, overriding the anger, overriding all in a rush of blood swelling her clit and lips, cream filling and spilling from deep inside her cunt as she screamed out, gasping for breath.&nbsp; His tongue&nbsp; feeling the strong contractions within her, her body bucking within the restraints.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 13:56:50</strong>
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				Her flailing body, her gasps for air, even the screams muffled by terror filled him with an excitement he had not bargained on.&nbsp; His mouth captured her cunt with vicious resolve, lapping, sucking, and reveling in the musty scent of her core as it seeped now to meet his advance.&nbsp; From the vantage point of his chin beneath the lush petals of her pussy he looked up to see that her breasts bounded with the movements…her entire body trembled with urgency…probably a subconscious effort to free herself, yet to his thought a sign of reluctant want.&nbsp; His body prone between her legs afforded contact with her legs; his meaty tool pressed against her calf, the heat of the connected flesh searing the air around the juncture.<br><br>He rose his face from her loins and pulled himself up towards her body, inching closer to that time when entry could finally come to a reality…it was sad that she was not so willing as he to revel in this moment of connection, but his need was absolute now…the very layer of his flesh stretched tight around his cock, the head filled past any concept of norm shined purple with the blood that filled it, the veins along the shaft protruding almost painfully giving it a texture that would ripple along her core as he pushed forward.<br><br>His mouth trailed a wetted line as he crept closer…at last it arrived at her tit, eagerly lapping at the textured flesh and then sucking it hard into his mouth…half of her ample orb disappearing within the orifice as his tongue circled and taunted the nubbin itself.&nbsp; His abdomen rolled with his gasping breaths in excited tremors, his chest heaved as he fought to draw air in through his nose…his vacuum upon her tit would not be released until his cock found its mark.&nbsp; Her body seemed to stiffen for a moment with chilled horror…though that did make it easier to find his intended target…he wondered if she had slipped into shock and fell from consciousness…no matter, she would awaken when she felt his entry and again fight against the invasive prong.&nbsp; For now he would have to be satisfied with taking her, rather than having sex ‘with’ her.<br><br>He crept farther with his hips and legs only, still sucking ruthlessly on her tit.&nbsp; As he felt the first heated touch of her wet heated petals with the eager tip of his meaty tool he quivered, yet defied the urge to plunge headlong into her channel.&nbsp; The petals parted easily with the slick fluid mix of his saliva and her honey scented nectar that was an unavoidable product of his lavish tongue lashing and probing thumb…the petals yielded, yet the very opening of her core resisted, but by her will and the physics of his mass…he must take care or the eight centimeter broad head would rip her, and then pain would replace the joy he still hoped to fill her with.<br><br>He pushed at the tightly clenched muscle with the bulbous head…it yielded, but not enough to enter her…not yet.&nbsp; He withdrew completely and tried again, slowly and surely with each attempt he came closer to gaining access to the inner sanctum of her canal…the heat was all but unbearable to him, and he could only imagine how the invasion of a sapling into an otherwise tight space would feel, even with the heat and lubricant it was surely unbearable to conceive…and yet again and again he pressed to her…and then as suddenly as if a door had swung open from her thrashing body the entire head fell inside her sweet textured channel.&nbsp; He groaned with delight as it ‘popped’ inside at last, his mouth still attached to her tit, he removed it and raised his eyes to her…her head back…her eyes closed in anguish, desire, anger or pain…the straining against the ropes forcing her body, arms and legs to tremble…he grunted with an animal sound as he pulled the head from her core and pushed it in again …and yet again repeated the process to loosen the stretched walls to fit his girth. With each stroke her body took more of his mass, each time coming closer to the veil of virginity…her ‘maiden’s head’ as some called it.&nbsp; He would reach it before even the former foreskin of his circumcised cock had entered, leaving a full 20 centimeters to bring glory to her womb when the time was right to enter that barrier as well.<br><br>Her body bucked beneath his, the feelings of her wet channel drove him on in deliberately short strokes in and out of her tight slick walls, taking care to not rupture the veil of virginity…she would beg him to stop, or plunge farther and either would fill him with need, yet for now the fluted edge of his crown passed repeatedly across the second most erotic point of a woman’s feminine parts…the g-spot within her channel would bring increased fluids to her walls, increased need to her desire…even if in anger or desperation she would beg for his cock to fill her before he was done.&nbsp; To increase even farther her want he slipped his hand between them palm down laying upon her mound, his two middle fingers found their mark and swirled around and over her wet engorged clit; driving her crazy with lustful need would be wondrous in so many ways…so, for minutes that turned into the depths of eternal lust he continued to provoke her sensual and sexual needs with his pummeling cock, fingers and mouth that hungrily tasted of her throat…his gasping breaths took voice in a whisper “Annaria, soon the flower that has been yours will be taken from you…give it willingly and I will bring you joyous climax beyond your wildest dreams.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 18:11:18</strong>
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				The thrashing of her body as she fought the restraints, fought the onslaught of his mouth locked, feasting between her legs sent her thick tresses, curls flying across her face, her full breasts swaying as a light sheen of sweat covered her body.&nbsp; The restraints chaffing the delicate skin of wrists and ankles, eventually small breaks in the skin would occur, blood staining the ropes; but for now it was just a tiny irritant lost in the wash of other more pressing concerns.<br><br>The feel of his mouth gripped upon her clit sending shivers through her even as she begged to be released, her body strove for another sort of release.&nbsp; The absence of his lips and tongue tormenting her both a source of relief and frustration as she felt the chill of wet upon her skin, trailing up her body.&nbsp; "No, no, he cant, he cant." Her mind screamed to her as his mouth took possession of her nipple, dragging more of her heavy breast through hungry lips.<br><br>Heat swelling between her legs the first thing she felt as he neared.&nbsp; That heat bringing her thrashing to a halt as she eyes fly open, unseeing eyes wide with panic as she felt the thick press of flesh against swollen delicate lips as it seemed to press delicately at first in almost a kiss, then more insistant.&nbsp; Each kiss more demanding till her muscles could no longer deny entry.&nbsp; The sudden entry a burning rip of slick flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>She squeezed her eyes shut tight, arching her back as he seemed to toy with her, drawing out a relief till again he found entry, over and over the process repeated till he slipped, not easily but more readily through lips trembling far too much to fight.&nbsp; <br><br>His grunting sounds of pleasure, her quiet whimpers of protest combined with the wet sounds of his flesh working in and out of her lips as he began his progress deeper.&nbsp; Each millimeter stretching her.&nbsp; Raw heat ripping through resistance as he stroked slowly, thrusts controlled and short to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Annaria's desire was to fight but each thrust that was fought against brought burning agony within her, tearing delicate tissues.&nbsp; Each thrust between thrashes, though a burning stretch, held not the pain of the other.&nbsp; Her body cried out for her to still herself, her mind screamed no.&nbsp; Fighting herself now, she went from wild attempts at contortions to panting stillness and back, with little regard for the time between. <br><br>Adding to her body's confusion there was something, some pleasure sense intruding as he stroked, the heavy flesh of his cock drawing across some sensitive bundle inside as she felt his hand cross between them settling below her belly, his fingers working down, stopping nearly at their joining.&nbsp; She feels her clit jump in reaction to the first touch, everything so sensitive, raw and wet.<br><br>Gasping for breath Annaria bucks hard trying to dislodge his weight from her belly, trying desperately to force his cock from her screaming pussy as her clit betrayed her thinking, responding to his touch, swelling and throbbing with the need for completion.&nbsp; <br><br>Fighting against all of this the muscles of her rounded ass cheeks pressed her very momentarily from the plush confines of the bed before dropping her back, muscles spent, she groaned softly as her eyes closed.&nbsp; Her pussy no longer fought his passage, her body lay soft beneath his as her clit throbbed.&nbsp; <br><br>A single tear slid from beneath closed lids working its way down the side of her temple into her hair as he whispered quietly.&nbsp; His gasping breath and words hot on her neck, his words worming into her brain, the fight, for now, over as her body trembled beneath his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 13:20:04</strong>
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				After such a battle of wills, his to take her virginity and work her core until she flooded him with earthy fluids that came only from the depths of desire, hers to be free from the tortured capture and invasion she now felt fully at hand…he was sure she would surrender to his wish and beg for his meaty prong…and yet she did not.&nbsp; His pummeling tempo continued even after his whispered words had been spoken minutes before; her body had seemed to go through many phases…denial…repulsion…and even desire.&nbsp; Once even her hips had thrust upwards almost as if the take him fully, yet he knew that was not her true intent, but one to force him from her body.<br><br>He felt her straining form beneath him, at times seeming to writhe with pain, at others seeming to rise to meet his advancing probe…a quandary for certain…and one he had need to be more certain of…for it was never his intent to take more than he would give in return.&nbsp; As her body trembled in silence below him he placed his weight on his knees and withdrew his thick tool from the channel now able to stretch and consume it…yet not willingly would she do so…not yet, and perhaps due to pained tearing of her intimate flesh.&nbsp; He raised his torso from hers and looked down to the broad head of his phallus…there was no evidence of redness…she had not yet bled upon the bulbous crown…perhaps there was need for other provocations…perhaps as with the night before his mouth could persuade her mind and body to yield.<br><br>Without a word he reached for something beyond her head, a thickly comforting pillow that carried his head as he slept.&nbsp; Rising to his knees he lifted her hips and slipped it beneath her to provide a better and more comfortable angle when the time came again to push within the hidden depths of her core.&nbsp; He leaned onto his forearms between her legs once again, this time taking no care to taunt her, but rather to drive her to the insanity of desire.&nbsp; Two fingers penetrated her channel as his mouth took her eagerly and all but viciously.&nbsp; The first and middle finger pushed into her as far as had his broad cock, and with quick rhythm pounded in and out of her.&nbsp; With each stroke the tip of the longer digit touched upon the veil of virginity, yet even with this angle he would not rupture it with his hand…only the meaty tool of his loins would hold that honor.&nbsp; Her body had lain silent as he re-posed her onto the pillow, and even now only trembled with the sucking, licking and finger fucking acts that betrayed her need to escape her fate…soon he felt again her body coat his digits and chin with nectars…soon spasms of urgent need to erupt filled her abdomen…her breaths came more quickly and he removed his fingers from her to drink again from the fountain of honey sweet nectar…it lasted only one prolonged surge, yet it was enough…enough to continue he thought.<br><br>Still in silence he raised his face from her pussy, placed his hands beside her ribs and leaned above her, not touching her torso at all as he slipped closer…tears seemed to have flowed, yet none were streaming from her eyes at that very moment his cock once again touched her puffy swollen petals.&nbsp; One tenuous thrust and his head passed within her outer muscle and to the thin sheath of virginity, and then he pulled all but from her again, his bulbous head hovering aligned...poised at the brink of her flesh for a brief moment too short to consider a pause.&nbsp; The next thrust drove into her with demand, the angle perfect as it slipped into the heavily slick walls, only briefly feeling the veil rupture under the immediacy of its powerful lunge…her virginity now gone forever…he stilled his move with twelve or thirteen centimeters of his thick rod inside her channel…spasms of heated quivering muscles within her sanctuary sent ripples through his entire body…his cock quivered without need to push or pull from the heaven of her depths for now; to him a perfect moment suspended in time.&nbsp; His eyes opened as gasping breaths and a racing heart took him to a level of erotic pleasures he had never before attained…lust had driven him to steal her flower and he had no regrets save that so far she had not known the joy of climax…but soon enough he would drive her to that insanity, as he had been driven to his own.&nbsp; No thoughts of his own orgasm were at hand, for he wanted her to join in that moment with him and knew she could…if only she would allow it to come to pass after her shock and pain had passed before it.<br><br>His words came in quiet tones of wonder as he hovered above her, the only connection was the meaty prong that remained inside her torn virginity “Annaria…sweet slave…it is done…feel only the fullness of me inside you, for if you will but yield we together can now bring forth wonders beyond belief.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:52:30</strong>
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				Panting softly, she tried not to respond to the feel of his cock slick with her cream as it slide repeatedly across sensitive nerve bundles.&nbsp; She tried and failed to still the pleasure building deep inside her even as his shallow thrusts stretching the silken walls of her pussy.&nbsp; The fullness of his flesh insuring her body would remember this with aching clarity tomorrow.<br><br>Just as she felt she may not be able to contain her voice he pulled away, the sudden emptiness within her both a comfort and oddly disappointing.&nbsp; Blinking, her lashes fluttering open she gazes upwards from a face flushed, confusion coming more into play now, replacing the rage which had held sway.&nbsp; The placing of the pillow beneath her hips, couching her rounded cheeks in sumptuous comfort wholly unexpected till his sudden move to reclaim her pussy with his lips and tongue brought a strangled cry, both in surprise and garbled pleasure.<br><br>The fingers pounding into her soothing in one degree, in another they continued the assault on frenzied nerves.&nbsp; Clenching her teeth, her body swallowed the moan of pleasure it wished to give voice to, as his tongue, teeth and fingers tormented her pussy and clit, swollen from the thrusts of his thickness, swollen from unlooked for desire.&nbsp; Small convulsions of pleasure squeezing her cunt, forcing sweet cream to cover his hand, her muscles quivering in silent pleasure as he drank hungrily from her.<br><br>Panting quietly, she licked her lips, eyes closed softly flutter the tears caught in them, the light catching them to gleam in quiet testament.&nbsp; The feel of him as he closed on her again, the heat of him over her body brought a moment of panic as she realized his intent, to resume as before.&nbsp; <br><br>Opening her eyes, she dares a glance into his. No, this was not to be as before.&nbsp; There was a look of intensity, the depth of, which had not been there.&nbsp; What more could he do?<br><br>As he shoved his cock past the softened barrier of her lips she felt herself cringe, the pleasure mixed with the pain carrying its confusion easily to her eyes.&nbsp; Pulling back almost out, the look within his eyes solidified as he thrust hard and true, tearing away the maiden's veil in one deep plumbing.&nbsp; Her virgin's blood seeping and mixing with the nectar within and the dewy drops of precum as he held there, held in place, his cockhead fully embedded against her cervix.&nbsp; She gives voice to a strangled cry of pain, panting at the sudden tearing within her.&nbsp; <br><br>Tears filling her eyes, glisten brightly in the dimmed light within the room as his eyes found hers, holding them, trapped within in as he whispers again to her.&nbsp; Her voice, when it comes, barely heard.&nbsp; "I have no choice now."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 10:51:38</strong>
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				Hendrix poised above her, still the only connection his broad cock now lodged within the canal of slick wet flesh.&nbsp; His meaty prong carried spasms of wonder as her muscles involuntarily quivered around it…the feeling heavenly…the need to bring forth her desire to take him growing as the moments passed without movements other than those solely involuntary from each of them.<br><br>Annaria had opened her eyes as his treacherous theft of her virginal veil was stolen, he gazed deep into her eyes…she had known his intent before the second plunge…his act was unthinkable, yet he was forced by nature…demanded by need…driven by desire to have her as his slave in <em>all</em> ways.&nbsp; As he held himself aloft from her torso he yet still gazed to her eyes, now filled with tears glistening in the morning’s light from the slitted windows on the eastern wall.&nbsp; He smiled as she spoke and understood her meanings…the entirety of her plight now sealed.<br><br>He lowered himself with his arms, not to place his weight on her, but to have his face close to hers once again.&nbsp; His hips drew back slowly and then forward, in soft moves his cock moved within her warmth, the wetness of her a dream come true as the textures of her walls passed along the shaft of his meaty flesh.&nbsp; On the third stroke his arousal began to take more firm resolve, the veins swelled along his invasive shaft and his body trembled as he took her more gently than possible to imagine considering her bound pose and status as his concubine.&nbsp; He lowered his mouth close to her face and whispered into her lips “allow yourself to feel each fleeting moment; it will help to quell the pains and give way to pleasure to take place of it.”&nbsp; His face moved up and kissed away the tears that had fallen from her eyes along her cheekbones and then moved back and pressed his lips to hers briefly with tender caress.<br><br>His cock slipped back and forth through her, careful not to enter that final barrier, one that would surely bring more pain than worthy on her first act of sexual adventure.&nbsp; So it was that he slipped in and out of her, each pass a purity of wonder to him, each one revealing more of her need.&nbsp; Her hips moved as he pressed inward, moved again to rise as his cock slipped from her core only to feel its entry again as the perfection of the oval’d move began to take toll on her need to bring forth her creamy nectar became inevitable…as inevitable as her slavery, she would erupt in climax to some degree, he hoped for the best yet knew it may lack the enthusiasm of a more practiced woman as it swept over her mind and body.&nbsp; As evidence of her abdomen now trembling with each penetration, the sway of her lush breasts, the very gasps for air she took and the flailing of her body now seeming intent on forcing her to enjoy an act she would have cared to save for a husband she had not been allowed…his pace increased…and increased again.<br><br>The force of his cock driven in and out with precise accuracy was profound, each entry slickly poised at the best angle to taunt her body, if not mind, to glory…the insanity of climax would soon come to her, the flood would gush forth and coat his tool, and with it the flood of his semen, hot and sticky would fill her full.&nbsp; As his withdrawal released his phallus from her channel to the very lips that guarded the entry the top of the veined shaft drug across her tender swollen clitoris…and as he again slipped within her glorious well his hips lowered to fill her from a lowered angle to bring the fullness to bear within her core…each plunge tender…each ending as the crown of his cock’s head touched the cervical muscle within…a barrier he would not cross as yet.&nbsp; Surely, he thought, the thickness of his fleshy rod would be enough to bring her to glory without causing the severe pain that invasion would bring about, so he used only half of the mighty stick and kept the angles perfect for her to receive the maximum effect of it.&nbsp; In and out it slipped in droning rhythm, moments turned to minutes, minutes gathered together in larger numbers as he fucked in and out of the depths of her heated channel…and as her responses came closer to feeling the joyous bounds of climax he increased the tempo….<br><br>She seemed to have lost any thoughts of the stretched pain of entry; her body now responded well to each delicious penetration…her breaths came more quickly…her tummy rolled as her hips began to move in rhythm with his.&nbsp; His own pants came more strongly as he resisted the urges her body beseeched him with…his heart now pounding at thrice the rhythm of his cock’s plundering thrusts…his muscles taught with the labors of holding himself aloft to not smash her to the bedding below and allow her to breathe as her body commanded…soon he could not help himself and began with a whisper “Annaria….”as he gasped again for air “Annaria…” a bit louder than the first utterance; a course smile pasted itself to his face as he realized that all too soon his first climax would come and she would feel the heat of his creamy seed as it filled her core.&nbsp; “Let yourself feel the wonder…” he cooed as his cock took her fully to the barrier and trembled with his restraint.&nbsp; “Give to me the glory of your nectars Annaria…flood me with the enchantment of your climax…” he said in soft but eagerly commanding tones.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 10:06:56</strong>
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				Hendrix's eyes held hers, gripped well, tears streaming silently from the corners of her eyes, glistening softly on her cheeks before sliding down her temples to disappear amongst the soft curls.&nbsp; No longer fighting the bonds Annaria's wrists and ankles cease in their struggles as she lay almost placidly beneath him.&nbsp; <br><br>The droplets of blood on the ropes from her struggle mirroring the evidence of her formerly virgin state, rich red dripping upon the crisp white linen beneath her.&nbsp; Her veil, now shattered silk, torn and bleeding, raw, burning within her., breath coming in short ragged gasps, her heart thudding heavily in her chest.<br><br>As he lowered himself to her, kissing away the shame of her tears, she felt her eyes close, lashes fluttering softly on dewy cheeks.&nbsp; The warmth of his lips covered hers in a calming caress..&nbsp; Where it not for the bindings holding her, keeping her legs and arms spread wide to his invasion, his tenderness could be mistaken for the soothing caring of a lover long denied.&nbsp; Where is not for her tears the soft gasping breath could have been the breaths of&nbsp; the shared passions of those lovers.<br><br>Trembling, she felt his hips shift as he began, deeper now, to thrust slowly within her.&nbsp; His movements sure and practiced as his cock, heavy in its own need, drew pleasure from her.&nbsp; Slowly, each thrust descending across her clit, growing thicker, more pronounced as her own need grew, amenable now to every caress as his cock drove with increasing urgency into the tight confines of her pussy.&nbsp; Slowly building, the only sounds their breath, the thick liquidy squelch of his thrusts and the slide of fabrics for long moments stretching seamlessly into the next.<br><br>&nbsp;“Annaria….”as he gasped again for air “Annaria…”&nbsp; The sound of her own name, whispered with intimacy unknown, the sounds of his desire for her thick in his voice brought an answer from her.&nbsp; A whimpering moan as she panted heavily.&nbsp; Her breath hot on his neck through parted lips.&nbsp; His voice, more so than the words, begged for her release, dragging pleasure from deep within her core as her clit flared to life, throbbing with an intensity even beyond the previous night.<br><br>The jump of muscles in her belly and thighs corresponding to the throb of her clit as the slickened walls within her contracted, slowly at first, then with an increasing urgency as his thrusts continued unabated.&nbsp; <br><br>Lifting her chin, she clung to the ropes, her full breasts, puckered nipples peaked and tight, lift higher as her back seemed to pull from the bedding almost reluctantly.&nbsp; Fingers and toes curling her hands and feet into small fists as she held aloft, for just a few spare moments, her body seemingly still before exploding in breath and answering thrusts beneath him.&nbsp; Her parted lips emitting a strangled groan which grew to a maturity as a scream of pleasure.&nbsp; Every thrust drawing out her own pleasure as she writhed beneath him, the contractions within seeming to suck him deeper into her heat as she gave in to his body's demands.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 15:02:15</strong>
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				The rhythm continued in deliberately planned strokes. His meaty tool slipping inward to the slick channel in never ending contact with the swollen nubbin above her slit…he could feel the imposing pleasure it gave to her and smiled inwardly.&nbsp; Half of his meat took her, and as it slipped from the wondrous confines of her channel the bulbous head caressed the second most sensitive spot within her bringing a spasm as he did so to his mighty tool.<br><br>Her body seemed to have forgotten the pain of her torn veil of virginity, as he pummeled her in slow resolve he found her quivering and raising her hips to meet his…he groaned as she whimpered a moan as well.&nbsp; When he found the muscles within her tightening around the broad shaft he knew that soon she would give him what he had asked, no…pleaded for.&nbsp; She was now a part of him, and he of her.<br><br>His knees crept forward; his pose must be higher on her body to do what he now needed to do.&nbsp; His weight still supported by his strong, yet trembling arms, he moved up along her frame, her breasts swaying in wondrous circles as she and he moved together in the passionate tangle. The angle of his penetration altered, now the top of his shaft scraped her clit non stop with each push or pull from her tight wet pussy.&nbsp; His own body trembling as it did with delight.&nbsp; He lowered his torso to hers, flesh met flesh, tingling pulses flowed through his skin as his bare chest met hers, gently he laid upon her, his arms stretching out to the same pose as hers as his cock invaded her with slow resolve…in and out, each move perfection in itself, each perfectly joined in a rhythm so natural since the beginning of time.<br><br>His hands reached her wrists, the dampness of the blood from the bindings a reminder that he had been forced to take her this way…not his choosing, yet his plight to train her in the ways of slavery.&nbsp; He unfastened the binding on first her right wrist and then left, her arms now free to flail against him, or embrace him, she needed to be free to some extent to take him as he offered himself…as her master…as her lover…as her life.<br><br>Her body gave evidence of nearness as he released her arms, his prone pose now pressed her to the bedding, her pussy eager it seemed to him to have fulfillment…one that could come only with being filled with meat and cream as well.&nbsp; Each stroke within her walls pressed against her cervical muscle, he had thought her not ready, but now it seemed as if the very channel he slipped in and out of was eager for more as the ripples of her inner muscles grasped at his cock.&nbsp; He had been careful, and yet now it seemed she was not only ready for the balance of his invasive meat, but eager as well.&nbsp; Press he did, with each pass the broad head pressed to that tightened muscle within…each time it yielded a bit, each time closer to that moment of entry to her womb…the very core of her femininity, the center of creating new life.&nbsp; His need had become strong, soon his jism would fill her with searing heat, and soon he hoped she would flood him with honey sweet nectars to join with it…a moment worth waiting for…if he could but hold out a little longer.<br><br>Then as suddenly as he had decided to wait her muscle parted with invitation…his head came to rest within the deepest chamber of her core.&nbsp; A spasm of energy flooded his body as he found himself deep within her now and pushed the balance of his 26 cm cock into her slick wet channel.&nbsp; As his mound met hers he groaned loudly…at last his cock had found her body willing to take it all…save the quivering trembles of it, he paused to revel in the joy, her cervical muscle gripping tightly around him, holding him inside it seemed.&nbsp; His lips crashed to hers, taking her breath as his own, and giving his in return, slathering his passion on her face as well as the depths of her abyss.&nbsp; His cock retraced its path, yet not leaving her womb, now the strokes filled her each time, to the very walls of her core; his breaths came in short gasps as he felt the tightening of his sack, the swelling of the veins along the meaty prong…trembling in severe spasms his body drove onward as he gasped out to her “Annaria….erupt with me now….I will fill you with my seed soo…..” his voice losing its tone as he felt the first rope stream from the tip.&nbsp; His semen filled her with hot sticky goop, and the wonder of it was….perfection.&nbsp; He grunted again as the second rope streamed into her…now her&nbsp; core was filled completely as it seeped along the channel plugged by the broad tool, yet so slick by its very nature that it sought to overflow.&nbsp; He pulled out a bit and shoved his cock back inside as the third surge came from his tip, now the creamy mix of his semen and her nectar flowed from her petals, oozing across his sack and down her crack to the sheets below to mix with the blood that had been inevitable as her virginity was stolen.&nbsp; The mix turned pink upon the silken fabric as he collapsed atop of her….exhausted as only satiated glory can make lovers of the flesh.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 18:01:37</strong>
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				The pleasure exquisite, each thrust brought it higher, reaching deeper inside her.&nbsp; The raw burning nerves only seemed to heighten the feeling as he stroked relentlessly within her.&nbsp; The pain drawing out the pleasure, holding off the pinnacle, keeping it just out of reach till the press of his body to hers changed.&nbsp; <br><br>Weight and heat enveloped her as he lowered his body to hers.&nbsp; Hard, needful flesh found soft, warm succor.&nbsp; Whimpers and grunts filling the air joining the scent of sex, mixed with the flat metal scent of fresh blood as he released her arms.&nbsp; Her contracting muscles desperately needing an anchor.&nbsp; without thought, instinctively her arms draw back towards his body, wrapping about his heaving rib cage with hands reaching to cling to his shoulders.<br><br>The shift and thrust as he completed his invasion, sheathing completely within her, flesh fully pressed to flesh made that anchor necessary.&nbsp; Clinging to him, gasping desperately for breath, a scream which could have been pleasure or pain filled the room till his lips found hers, crushing the sound to whimpers as she trembled beneath him, breathless lips parting for his.&nbsp; <br><br>The spasms of her pleasure rippling through her, spreading from her heated core, driving outward from her clit and pussy till every muscle thrummed with pleasure as his lips left hers, trailing across her face to nuzzle, suckle at the soft flesh beneath her ear.&nbsp; His breath loud in her ears, his words meaningless as she continued to thrash in her pleasures, her own hips rising to meet his, truncated by the bindings at her ankles.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, her body quaked its pleasure, drawn out by the continued thrusts.&nbsp; Her clit swollen, engorged spasmed joining with the contractions of her pussy wall.&nbsp; Every muscle tight and quivering, even as his own peaked.&nbsp; A heavy grunt forced from her lips as she felt the first jet of heat inside her, each jerking contraction sending a wave of liquid heat deep into her.&nbsp; <br><br>With lashes aflutter, whimpers accompanying the intermittent contractions following their shared pleasures.&nbsp; His weight upon her seemed oddly comforting as his and hers breath heaved, their hearts thudding heavily within their own breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>Momentarily,&nbsp; very momentarily, she could forget... till the feel of the bindings upon her ankles reminded her, she was slave.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 13:25:25</strong>
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				His body quaked in the sweet aftermath of orgasm; the heat that surrounded his meaty tool seeped in rivulets along the shaft and dribbled out as his motionless hips took refuge in the glow of satisfaction.&nbsp; Her body still trembled, her body still heaved breaths labored by desire…hopefully fulfilled as gloriously as his own…but if not, then it would next time, for then it would be time to allow her the freedom to take him as she would have him.<br><br>As the pounding of his heart slowed and the gaping breaths came more to normal he raised up his torso from her to allow her to breathe without the constraints of his weight crushing her.&nbsp; His eyes went to hers, they glistened in the morning sun, a wondrous pair of pools, seemingly filled with newfound joys, of that at least he was certain, for her body had given him reply to his thrusts, and that could not be falsely acted upon, not with her inexperience, not with her virginity just today being taken.&nbsp; He smiled sweetly to her gaze, pressed his lips to hers again gently once and then pulled himself up and away from her.<br><br>The sounds of his phallus slipping from the wetness was sublime, a whooshing sound as her pussy seemed to suck it back as he withdrew, a faint flopping sound as it fell from the wonder of her loins not nearly so hard and imposing as it had been moments before, yet still swelled and slick with nectars and semen as if fell into the puddle of sweet liquids below her arse.&nbsp; He giggled as he felt the chill cross his heated flesh; she was and would be the best slave concubine he could imagine.<br><br>He rolled and stepped to her side, sitting beside her as he leaned over her legs and unfastened the restraining ropes that held her ankles.&nbsp; A sidelong glance to her brought another smile to him as he gazed now at a woman, not the young girl she had been so few days before.&nbsp; He gazed to her wrists and then to her ankles…the reddened marks of being bound seemed raw and painful, he slipped his hand to her jaw and turned her face to meet his gaze saying “Lie here for but a moment; I will bring salve to heal those marks.”<br><br>He stepped and rolled across her, his wet cock swaying before him as he walked to a nearby cabinet.&nbsp; Retrieving a small crockery dish he turned and walked slowly back to the bedside, sitting down beside her prone body, so lush to behold, such delights yet to be found…<br><br>He set the crock on the bed between them, scooped out the soothing sap from the Aloe Vera leaves and held out his hands to have her place one hand or another in the open one.&nbsp; She saw his offering; though he was not sure she would know of this curative salve, he knew it would take the sting from her flesh and soon remove the welts of being bound.&nbsp; As she offered her nearest arm he took it and turned it over, she had bled from the thrashing movements, of that he was sorry, but she had made it necessary, all he could do now was repair the pain.&nbsp; Gently he applied the salve, he knew its properties would be instant in the relief; the trickle of blood still on her wrist blended with the salve and seemed to disappear.&nbsp; The other hand was offered, and the process repeated, this wrist had been rubbed even more raw that the other, perhaps because of it being her stronger arm, the one she had wailed upon him with before…he chuckled inwardly at the failed attempt.<br><br>He scooted down on the bed, repeating the process with her ankles.&nbsp; Once done he stayed at her feet, looked upon her fine youthful body, the skin so inviting even now, so soon after filling her with his seed.&nbsp; His cock jumped as his thoughts trailed back to that wonder, yet it was time to soothe, not take, caress and not pillage.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood beside the bed, held his hand out to take hers as he offered…”Let me take you now to the bathing chamber, I’m sure you would enjoy a time of relaxing in soothing warmed waters to wash away the soreness of your muscles and the remains of our encounter.”&nbsp; The scent of their orgasms filled the air, his cock, though drying now still carried the evidence of the joys that had abounded…for him at least, and would need to be washed away as well.&nbsp; He scooped up his tunic, and with it in his left hand he took her hand with his right as they walked from the chamber.&nbsp; Her garments fell into place, and though still revealing, she at least was covered…for now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 09:32:39</strong>
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				Slowly her body's quaking slowed to quivers then to occasional twitches as her breath and heart settled down to almost what could be considered normal.&nbsp; Still, his body held her, pinned to the thick downy byre.&nbsp; Her eyes when he found them a cacophony of emotions.&nbsp; There could be no doubt as to the pleasure but the fear and pain could not be denied.&nbsp; <br><br>As he lifted from her aching muscles made their presence known.&nbsp; From the burning shattered silk of her ripped maiden's flesh, the bruised lips still surrounding his thickness, the battered thighs where his hips had slammed repeatedly to the chaffed flesh of ankles and wrists she felt his presence.&nbsp; Heavy, thick, even as he pulled completely away, her freed arms reaching to cover her full breasts trying to preserve some sense of modesty, as as her thighs still spread, bound before him.<br><br>Instinctively thighs came together as the restraints were removed, accompanied by a groan both from her thighs and from her lips.&nbsp; Aching, she wanted nothing more than to curl into a small ball, instead, fearful of what might transpire she stayed, she did twist her hips to give some sense of modesty to her pose.<br><br>As he returned with the salve she presented first one arm then the other in mute agreement to his ministrations.&nbsp; The instant relief quelling the raw wounds at wrists then ankles.&nbsp; It wasn't that she wasn't appreciative of this, it was just too much for her to speak at the moment.&nbsp; Too many hurts,&nbsp; too much confusion.<br><br>Lethargy overtaking her as if from a day working the fields.&nbsp; Plowing always brought its own aches and pains, though the burning within her over stretched pussy could never be mistaken for nought but what it was.&nbsp; She couldn't try to pretend that particular pain, and..&nbsp; that particular pleasure..&nbsp; &nbsp;was from anything but what it was.<br><br>Shocky, Annaria took his offered hand.&nbsp; All thoughts of escape momentarily stilled within her.&nbsp; Unable to properly process she simply reacted, moving as directed till the staircase came within view.&nbsp; A cry of panic bursting forth from her the first and only indicator as she made a dive for the stairs.&nbsp; Brought up short by the grip of his hand on hers, she struggled, pitting her own strength and panic against his greater resolve.&nbsp; Hair flying about her face, she seemed desperate to pry his hand loose from hers in her thwarted bid for freedom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 13:24:57</strong>
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				As they walked from the bed chamber, he held her hand, not even thinking of anything but the wondrous feel of her hand in his own.&nbsp; They turned towards the stair to go again to the bathing room, he would warm water and allow her to relax in the tub…then to his amazement she bolted towards the stair, his hand grasped hers more tightly in reflex more than anything else.<br><br>A feeling of shock filled him as her attempt to break free took hold in his mind.&nbsp; Surely she would have understood, certainly he had been clear that she was to remain inside the castle…no avenues of escape were unlocked, all means needed a key to open them…the keys hidden for now where only he knew. His thoughts raced… the biggest question… WHY?<br><br>He reacted quickly, as her weight pulled away, trying with desperation to free herself from his now gripping hand he held her at that length, and then firmly pulled back against her thrust.&nbsp; Her hair flailing in waves of color seemed to bring her to a blaze, her frustration seeming complete when she could not break free and he drew her close…both arms surrounding her, holding her trembling arms behind her at the waist.&nbsp; He twisted the tunic in his left hand and fashioned bindings around her wrists, slipping a knot into the fabric as it came to fit tightly around her already bruised flesh.&nbsp; Her body still fighting the inevitable, struggling to be free, he held her close, the fabric of her clothing so thin that his naked flesh could feel each tantalizing inch of her through it…his mind raced, his flesh felt the current of excitement even in her attempt.<br><br>In a quick move he leaned forward, his shoulder found the fold of her waist…he hoisted her body to his shoulder and stood again, his hands controlling her legs, one at the knees, and one pressing her abdomen to his shoulder from her lushly curved buttocks.&nbsp; She seemed feather light as he strode down the stairs, the sweeping steps that would lead again to a place he had not yet decided on…twenty more steps and he would need to make a decision as to what path to follow.&nbsp; His mind considered alternatives…she had been offered a bath, yet she had attempted…again… to escape, could he punish her for wanting to be free, should kindness be returned for such a willful act?&nbsp; He felt her hair as it brushed his back and buttocks while walking down the sweeping flight, the bottom tread now near at hand, and he had to decide…<br><br>As his bare feet found the stone of the entry, the coolness of the stone caused a shiver to pass through him, perhaps the adrenaline, perhaps the excitement, but a quiver shook him to the core none the less.&nbsp; His eye fell upon the collar and leash that lay upon a small table from the evening before; he walked to it and snatched up the leather pieces as he balanced her still on his shoulder.&nbsp; As he paused to do so, the scent of her sweet nectar filled his nose, it was all but intoxicating, a scent that could easily drive him to wants again, his manly phallus found the blood flow, and swelled a bit as his mind took in the thoughts of desire…too soon for her, yet she was but a slave, and a devious one at that for her attempt. A decision was made…he strode down the hall silently, carrying her body to its fate.<br><br>Once they reached the chamber, he turned into it and swiped the door closed with his foot, quickly turned and bolted it closed…she would have to work to escape from his wants at least.&nbsp; He set her feet to the floor, her wrists bound behind her as her body still trembled with need to be free.&nbsp; As he stood he wrapped the collar to her neck as it had been the day before, and fastened her to the very ring that had held her before her bath.&nbsp; Finally he spoke, his anger and frustration quelled in the time it took to arrive again at the bathing chamber.&nbsp; “Annaria, I know of your need to be free of your fate, for I too would make the attempt were it me in your place.”&nbsp; His hand raised to her cheek, light was the touch there, yet firm in his resolve as he again kissed her lips with his palm controlling her chin’s pose.&nbsp; “I have given myself to you as gently as a man can provide, your virginity has been taken, but with more kindness than most would afford you…I had thought that even some pleasure was availed to you in the process…or so I could have hoped, yet this attempt makes me wonder if I was only seeing my own pleasures as my seed filled your womb.&nbsp; I offered a warm bath to aid you in being rid of the stickiness and sore muscles, and that I will still provide.”<br><br>He turned again and went to the fireplace, stirring it to life below the kettle of water to warm the tub’s soothing waters.&nbsp; Soon it would be warm enough...he went to the contraption that filled the tub and filled it to half full as before.&nbsp; His eyes left her for only instants at a time, his need growing as the chores continued.&nbsp; He walked to the fire again, the water was not quite warm enough yet…enough time to do the next task in preparation.&nbsp; He turned and walked to her, pinned to the wall once again…so beautiful, such wonders she held, delights to be seen and taken advantage of as he chose to.&nbsp; He had no fear of her reprisal or attack and walked to her, his swelling cock leading the way again as he pressed himself to her frame.&nbsp; His hands slipped to her shoulders and then down to the buttons of her blouse, unfastened them and pulled the fabric apart, her breasts full, her nipples swelled for some reason that mattered not to him, the sight delicious no matter the reason.&nbsp; He pressed his chest to hers and whispered into her ear “You are mine Annaria, and I will have you again in short order.”<br><br>His hands dropped to the tie of her skirt and freed it from her, the light fabric swirling to the floor at her ankles, her smooth mound finding his eagerly swelling cock pressed against it and the abdomen above.&nbsp; His sack could feel the slight bristle of her hairs that had been shaved only the night before, not uncomfortable, in fact rather stimulating to the tactile touch of her bare flesh to his heated bare flesh.&nbsp; He looked to her face, yet she did not return the gaze…time would be needed to tame this prize, though he did not wish to take away the spirit of her, only to teach her to enjoy what he could and did offer in return for her captivity.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 17:42:57</strong>
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				Try as she might Annaria's mind could find no purchase on solid ground.&nbsp; Every thought avalanched,&nbsp; every grain of an idea brought too many with it to see or understand any one in particular.&nbsp; Even his sweeping her up over his shoulder was just another bit of flotsam in a world that no longer made sense.<br><br>The latching of the collar around her neck at last brought focus to her eyes,&nbsp; the reality of it,&nbsp; the solidness of it as it settled on her skin ample proof to its existence in the present.&nbsp; <br><br>Not precisely solid upon her feet, she stands in a wavering daze simply watching now.&nbsp; The fullness of her eye upon him bringing every moment,&nbsp; ever movement into perfect clarity.&nbsp; Still, she says nothing.&nbsp; Still, her only response is a slow sway, unconscious, an unsteady pillar as he goes about the business of filling the tub.&nbsp; <br><br>His words reaching her ears felt raw, leaving her feelings as unsteady as her footing, in thought and deed.&nbsp; Words reached ears, which reached thinking, thinking to feeling.&nbsp; A crimson flush flared upon her cheeks diffusing from there across her face, neck and breasts.&nbsp; She had felt such incredible pleasure,&nbsp; it had ... it had felt... so good.&nbsp; How could she have enjoyed that?<br><br>Unsteadily, she went, in compliance, as he attached her collar again to the wall.&nbsp; His body seemed to seek hers as his hands sought out the small bits of clothing he had allowed her.&nbsp; His words again bringing a flash of scarlet and a flush of something else momentarily undefinable.&nbsp; Keeping the confusion in her eyes to herself, she evaded his, her own downcast.&nbsp; His words tantalizing, forbidden, bringing anger, fear and.... something.<br><br>“You are mine Annaria, and I will have you again in short order.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 04:18:11</strong>
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				He held her close, their bodies pressed together, and even now he could feel reluctance within her…each attempt she had made had been thwarted even before it began…and yet she had tried, if he gave her nothing else it was admiration for her efforts to escape the inevitable ending of her past life.&nbsp; Yet beneath the hatred of what her plight was, beneath the contempt for him owning her body and soul…well perhaps not yet did he hold that part of her; he found a glimmer of excitement to his presence, some response to his invasion of her spirit and wondrous physique.<br><br>He pressed his lips to hers, taking what he would of her, reminding her that his rule was absolute in the castle Hendrix.&nbsp; He felt a tremor, perhaps only from fear of his body so close, or perhaps a response to it in other ways.&nbsp; His hands slid between them and found the firm lush orbs of flesh, the areolas and nipples textured with such a wondrous feel he found it a need to tarry and fondle them as his mouth continued to capture hers with lustful demand.&nbsp; He felt his mighty prong grow between them, now full with the fury of blood that would again sensual delights…for him at least.<br><br>His hands trailed from her breasts and grasped at her waist as he lowered his mouth to the waiting nubbins hard and needy to his opinion.&nbsp; He sucked at one and then the other; her breaths came more rapidly as he forced her to again endure his wants.&nbsp; As he sucked on one his cock felt the heat of her groin near the head, an idea of plunder again took his thoughts.&nbsp; His hands slipped below her buttocks and lifted her above the broad head.&nbsp; With arms far stronger than they should be he pulled her legs apart and pushed her onto the bulbous head with force…her mound met his as the entirety of the meaty tool found her core…far less resistant than it had been in the bedroom He lifted her again and shoved her back onto it…his pleasure began as sensations of the wetness of her came more and more with each time.&nbsp; He found a rhythm that took half of his length out of her core and then impaled her with each trust, allowing her weight to aid in the ferocity of the invasion.&nbsp; Time and again his cock filled her, again and again his fierce thrust filled her more fully than most women could endure, mush less enjoy in this way.&nbsp; &nbsp;His intent was not for his own joy, or hers, though he could have reveled in it if she had found climax, but for a lesson to be learned…he could take her at any time, in any place, in any way that he saw to choose…she would either learn the lesson a abide it or suffer more torturous deviances. His gaze did not leave her face, he wanted now to witness each change in her expression.&nbsp; At last her voice was heard…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 09:37:14</strong>
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				His body pressing hers to the wall, dwarfing her own, brought with it heat, the wall cold.&nbsp; Held between them, the collar the connection keeping her from running.&nbsp; Shivering from the chill of the stone behind her, or was it the heat before her?&nbsp; Annaria's confusion depended by the singular fact of not being able to regulate a thing as simple as cold or hot.<br><br>Refusing to meet his eyes, she kept her eyes downcast when his lips took hers, demanding and making entry, her eyes closing to avoid seeing more.&nbsp; His hands closing around her breasts, seemed almost a natural progression as his lips devoured hers, holding her against the wall, till his lips could work their way down slowly, claiming her every crevice or wondrous curve, she looked to the ceiling across the room as his lips found her nipple, a quick gasp her only outward response as he took his enjoyment of her breasts, first one, then the other.&nbsp; His hand curling possessively, exploring the heavy sway of her fleshy breasts.<br><br>Unable to hold her vision to the ceiling, her eyes drift closed for a few moments only, in those few moments his hands left their enjoyment, lifting her, prying legs apart before allowing gravity and the force of his blood to impale her hard over his thickness.&nbsp; A gasp as her eyes open wide, the a mixture, an amalgamate of emotions.&nbsp; Lifting her chin, breath forcing its way to her lungs, pulled in raspy gulps through flared nostrils, her jaw clenched, a grunt forced back through the same passage with each thick thrust.&nbsp; Her body bouncing between the wall and his rutting as her eyes at last lock with his.&nbsp; <br><br>Unable to tear her vision from his, she can only watch as he takes her, his livid intent without question.&nbsp; His thrusts implacable, pinning her to the wall with harsh abandon.&nbsp; The resolve within his own eyes, coupled with the inescapable pounding of his flesh between her thighs brings with it a small chink,&nbsp; a reluctant capitulation within her eyes.&nbsp; Every thrust, every grunt growing more pronounced, eroding slowly the defiance within her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 11:56:39</strong>
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				Though they not words that escaped her lips, he could hear the grunts of some consequence with each thrust into her core…at least that was some valid response to the lesson being given.&nbsp; He continued savagely for minutes that turned to time never ending, somehow never even feeling the need to ejaculate…perhaps still drained from the last time…perhaps too focused on training her.&nbsp; It was not that the sensual feel of her channel was not a delight, for the tightening muscles would forever capture his attention.<br><br>He slowed his pace and pressed his body against hers harder, she was held aloft by the force of his flesh against hers and the wall behind her, arms still bound just behind her buttocks.&nbsp; He was sure the pose was not comforting to her physique and so came to rest deeply within her, suspending her as it were on the very tool that invaded her.&nbsp; His hand went to the tied leash and unfastened it, and tough he held it loosely in his hand, she was no longer fastened to the wall, but only bound to his cock and by his arms surrounding her.&nbsp; He turned and walked to the tub, her weight, as feather light as it seemed still holding her firmly to his meat within the now parched canal of her flower.&nbsp; He set her buttocks on the edge of the tub and pulled his mass from her as he spoke in raspy tones…<br><br>“I have promised you a bath to sooth the soreness of your muscles, which should now have need of it even more so. I can hope that you now realize that I will do with you as I wish, when I wish, and however I wish…escape is not possible, and if you would but accept your plight, I can be as kind as I can savage.”&nbsp; His fingers trailed through the water, still far too cold for a bath he fastened her leash to the ring at the head of the tub and said “wait here, I will fetch warmed water for your bath” in tones that were impossible to take but for the command they were.&nbsp; He walked to the fireplace, scooped out water to the bucket and poured each one filled with steaming fluids into the tub.&nbsp; One after another he carried, four in total to warm the soothing tub for her.<br><br>Again he tested the water, now it was nicely warm, not hot to the touch, but warm enough to take the tensed muscles to ease.&nbsp; He unfastened the leash from its ring and bid her turn and step into the tub, which she did obediently, and brought a glimmer of hope to him as she acquiesced to his want.&nbsp; He bid her to sit as he unfastened the crude binding of the tunic that still restrained her wrists, the marks on her arms from being scraped against the wall were angrily red, it saddened him that she must bear the pain of that along with the other less obvious pained marking within her, but she had perhaps learned her lesson this time.&nbsp; He fastened the leash short enough that she would not be able to free herself before binding her ankles to the other end of the tub and walked from the tub saying enjoy your time Annaria, I will return shortly.”<br><br>He turned to gaze at her from the doorway, a final check to assure himself that she would be unable to climb from the tub and attempt again to escape…she could not without wrenching her neck and freeing herself by the suicide of a broken neck.&nbsp; He closed the door and bolted it from the hall.&nbsp; His moves were swift, his intent decided, he would again dress her and allow her time for peace from his invasion…though she would bear the stimulus of one of the toys purchased from the shop…a particularly enjoyable one he thought.&nbsp; He went to her room and retrieved a garment…a corset to uplift her breasts and restrain her waist, and a very short skirt of fine thin cotton to adorn her derrière and mound.&nbsp; He went to his closet where he had left the satchel of toys that had been procured.&nbsp; There in the midst of the other implements it lay, so simple, yet so enticingly wondrous.<br><br>He slid a fresh tunic over his own body before gathering up the items and returned to the bathing chamber.&nbsp; He could only hope she would be willing to talk with him now that her body had relaxed in the warmth of the water.&nbsp; He unbolted the door and opened it slowly, a means of announcing his presence quietly…he had need to not threaten her for his thoughts even now were of finding her joy fulfilled, and his own wishes sated.&nbsp; He walked to the tub and stood behind her at the head of it, gazing down at the beauty that held his attention with such wonder.&nbsp; He knelt behind her and whispered…”I will remove your collar so that you may enjoy the water even more…I trust it is still warm enough to draw the soreness from you.”&nbsp; He untied the leash from the ring and removed her collar, stepped back and walked to the side of the tub, though not close enough to be invasive in his pose.&nbsp; He gazed down at her, the water concealed naught of her frame, her lush breasts at the surface so enticing, her legs pressed together such a tease to his eye and thought, her hair strewn fully over the edge of the tub…a picture of pure beauty to be sure.&nbsp; He grasped and handed her a flask of oil, scented with roses and lavender and said “Bathe yourself to your content, I will adjourn to the other side of the chamber and allow you whatever time you need.&nbsp; I have brought fresh clothing for you, and a gift, one you will enjoy for the hours we are not intimately engaged.”<br><br>He turned and walked to a stool near the fire and drew the clothing, stool and prize to a small table nearby.&nbsp; His hands caressed the toy, well, more than a toy, a garment of some fashion really.&nbsp; It seemed outwardly a chastity belt, thin leather straps that would encircle her waist and be fastened there, locked really, with a broader leather for the frontal parts of her mound, thinner at the strip that would trail between her legs and then again broader as it swept up her buttocks.&nbsp; Such soft supple leather it should be comfortable for her to wear beneath her skirt…and perhaps even bring her joy as she did…for fastened into the thin parts of the lower straps was a finely carved wooden implement.&nbsp; The fashion was delicate, the curved piece of willow had been designed for a woman’s pleasure to be sure…it had multiple nodes along the portion the would nestle just within the petals of her flower and quietly rub against them with each move of her loins…five such protrusions the size of an English pea grouped together to enhance the area of her clitoris, and five more to gently rub at her anus.&nbsp; The wood was soft and almost flexible in nature, yet the one protrusion fastened within it, far larger than the others curved delicately from the base about three inches in length, and half of that in girth.&nbsp; The surface of it was also blessed with nodes the same as the rest, placed to cause rubbing of the inner spot of her channel that brought many women to pleasure...some called it the g-spot….though he knew not the anatomical name for it.&nbsp; His hands felt of the smooth perfection of it, not nearly the size of his phallus, it could bring constant reminder to her of his want….bring her to be ready at any given moment to feel the joy of his meaty cock when he allowed her to have it again, which would be often he guessed…he was pleased, and could hope she would be as well, though he doubted she would be so willing at the onset of being demanded to wear the toy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 09:44:44</strong>
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				Grunts and ragged gasps of breath accompany the sounds of his pounding flesh finally grow almost silent as he holds her pinned to the wall.&nbsp; Her arms trapped as they are behind her, her thighs and the tender flesh enveloping him bear the brunt of his instruction till mercifully, without warning, he slows to a stop then carries her to the tub.&nbsp; <br><br>Confusion and pain couple with deflated defiance in her eyes as his words wash over her.&nbsp; The command in them impossible to deny as the collar and leash once again fastened her securely to the tub.&nbsp; Not truly hearing his words, she still responded to the commanding tone and directions stepping into the blessedly warmed water.&nbsp; The whimper as her arms were unbound impossible to suppress as they came forward, wrapping over her breasts in more a manner to comfort themselves than to preserve modesty,&nbsp; rubbing muscles pulled and stretched.<br><br>As she settled into the water the hiss between her teeth accompanied the heat of the water caressing muscles and tissues made raw and battered.&nbsp; Though painful, the heat did have its desired affect.&nbsp; Even with neck and feet bound, the heat worked its way alleviating some of the stiffness, relaxing some of the bruising.<br><br>As he leaves the room Annaria gave her body up to a few moments of pure indulgence in the hot water while her active mind worked feverishly.&nbsp; Achy and afraid, the slow dawning realization was that her position was not as dire as it could be.&nbsp; He didn't sound as if he really 'wanted' to hurt her.... but he would...&nbsp; he would and he could,&nbsp; he had proven that,&nbsp; if she disobeyed.&nbsp; But how could she not?&nbsp; <br><br>A whimper of protest traveled through her as she moved to ease a small cramp in her thigh.&nbsp; "what do I do?"&nbsp; Her plaintive plea to the air went unanswered save for the soft splash of water against the side of the tub.&nbsp; That alone, more than the ache between her thighs, the raw scraps along her arms the tingle of her scalp from his recapture of her by its trailing masses, that more than anything.. the lack of response, the total and complete lack of sound, brought reality firm to her.&nbsp; She was alone.&nbsp; At the mercy and in the care of this man who said he owned her.&nbsp; Completely.&nbsp; <br><br>How long she remained thus, her eyes starring unblinking at the ceiling, she soon lost track till his return brought time to bear again.&nbsp; As he approached she couldn't help but notice his eyes devouring her lush body bound and displayed in the water.&nbsp; Taking the offered oils and indeed very grateful to be unbound, she still could not help herself, she turned her back to him as much as she was able, to tend to her bathing.&nbsp; <br><br>The scent of the oils was so lush, so lovely.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a luxury well beyond what she was used to in her normal life.&nbsp; This, this one thing,&nbsp; she could enjoy.&nbsp; And enjoy she did.&nbsp; Taking every moment of her bath as a gift, she chose to ignore the eyes watching her every movement, forgetting him and his leash and enjoy the simple pleasure of the scent on her body, rising to fill the room.&nbsp; Her movements growing languid, her countenance serene, she closes her eyes to simply enjoy, to revel in the scent as she bathed.<br><br>Gathering most of her hair into a crude bun, she had managed to sort of tie and contain it at the crown of her head, a few unruly tendrils sill managed to escape trailing down the neck and back presented to him.&nbsp; Had she been thinking she might have left it down as a shield between herself and his eyes but, she was not thinking, she was intentionally avoiding looking at the end of the room where he sat, some strange articles of clothing held in his hands, watching her every movement.&nbsp; <br><br>The lines of her back, the sweet curve of her hip, the gentle swell of a full breast seen only in silhouette glistening softly with the rich aromatic oils, the scent carrying gently across the room to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 14:22:31</strong>
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				Even from across the room he could see that the bath was taking its toll, her moves became more relaxed… her silhouette sheer perfection.&nbsp; She had turned her back to him, but he cared not, so long as it eased her mind of the new found slavery, the onslaught of sexual pleasures she had not before enjoyed, the reliance on only him to provide for her.<br>The newness of slavery was not hers alone, he had not had this honor before and had to think constantly as to how her training should be done, how he could find the balance between master and slave…a slave he wished to find endless orgasm with at his peak time of ejaculation.&nbsp; He sighed deeply, she was and would be his to command, yet if she but offered herself to him openly he could bring such wonders to her she had never imagined…in both pleasure and pain; for even pain either delivered or received is erotically charged for pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>His hands held the belt that he would have her wear…he thought she would enjoy the smooth firm phallus as it gave reminder of pleasures even greater, and find herself ready for him in both body and spirit…he could hope anyway that she would share his joy willingly soon.&nbsp; As he knew the water would have cooled he rose and walked quietly across the room; not so quiet so that she would not know of his approach… yet not an onslaught of movements to force her to recoil in fear.&nbsp; He stood behind her still covered from shoulder to knee with his tunic and spoke in even quiet tones.<br><br>“Annaria, I trust that the waters have had the soothing effects desired, yet I am certain that they have cooled to be less so. I would ask, yes request, that you rise and step from the tub to dry the flesh I have come to care for.&nbsp; I…” he paused not sure of his words being correct to confide with her and then continued “…can hope that your time of solitude and reflection have brought an understanding between us.&nbsp; I do not wish to be a monster, simply a master to your service for…and with…me.”&nbsp; <br><br>As she rose, still standing in the tub he saw only her back, the bundle of hair that had been gathered atop her head fell and trailed wondrous tresses around her shoulders.&nbsp; The water flowed smoothly down her body, even this sent tremors of delight through him, not now for sexual gratification, but the simple purity of her beauty he found himself so in awe of.&nbsp; He stepped closer and draped a large soft towel over her shoulders from behind allowing her the modesty of coverings for now.&nbsp; “Wrap yourself in the softness Annaria, and once you have dried I will fetch your clothing…and a gift for you to enjoy.”&nbsp; He gazed with a feeling of wonder as she stepped from the tub, and again had only her back to him, yet he understood that if he did not yield this small bit of independence, surely she would continue to resist her plight.&nbsp; His eyes turned to the small table where he had left her clothing and the garment she would now bear…both he would help her with to ensure a proper fit of both corset and phallic insertion…before the skirt would be slipped to her hips and allow her covering as she found the tool bring constant arousal, or so the shop keeper had vowed it would do.&nbsp; If that were not enough, he had said, the varied size orbs of the stranded anal toy would do the rest…he wanted her to experience one before the other was applied… “One thing at a time” he whispered all but to himself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 10:36:00</strong>
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				Quietly, her movements slow and precise least she betray any thinking, Annaria removes herself from that bath.&nbsp; Keeping her back carefully to him, she dries herself before wrapping the thickness of the towel around her, tucking the end securely between her breasts.<br><br>With a last long moment of quiet solitude within&nbsp; herself, she turns to face him.&nbsp; Her face seemingly composed.&nbsp; The flush from the warmth of her bath staining her skin a rosy hue.&nbsp; The oils giving her a soft glow.&nbsp; The soreness of muscles unused, mostly eased by the time spent in its healing confines.<br><br>Lowering her countenance towards the floor she walked with measured steps in his direction, never once making eye contact till she had come within a few steps.&nbsp; Raising her eyes slowly, the fire within had dimmed somewhat, but it was apparent to him that no, she was not cowed.&nbsp; The set of her shoulders, the almost regal set of her jaw showed her sense of pride intact as she faced him.<br><br>"They had no right."&nbsp; Lowering her eyes again, she closed herself off with the simple expedient of removing her eyes from his least he see the fear, the shame and the uncertainty she was trying desperately not to display as she stood before him.&nbsp; Annaria made no move to run, nor to hide.&nbsp; She simply stood, by all appearances waiting on his commands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 02:30:28</strong>
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				He watched as she stepped from the tub, her back only, along with the fine curve of her buttocks all availed to his eye, yet that was enough to bring wondrous thoughts and remembrances to mind…he sighed as she dried herself and then wrapped the plush towel around herself…and then turned to face him, of sorts. Her manner was quiet, he hoped submissive, and yet her feisty nature would be a loss had it flown from her completely.&nbsp; He stride towards him was one of some confidence, she still had strength about her, and that was good, for it would mean more a fruitful alliance between master and slave.&nbsp; Her eyes turned to the floor as she came across the room to where he now stood, yet when she came to a halt a few feet from him her shoulders and chin were raised with pride, and her eyes came to meet his unashamed and fearless it seemed.&nbsp; He felt as though she had come to terms with being bound to him as his own, time alone would tell the tale.<br><br>“Annaria” he said in a calm even tempo “I will trust that the bath has aided in the soothing of your soreness, for it is time for you to again dress, and we shall share time enough to visit, or rest if you have need, or eat if that be your wish…”&nbsp; he did not move towards her, but instead stood and looked to her eyes for the truth of her thoughts…he saw nothing deceitful in them so decided it was time for her to be dressed and fitted for the new toy that would remind her constantly of what she was meant to do for him on command, and leave her aroused enough to do so with fluid delight…<br><br>He turned and picked up the corset and drew it before himself.&nbsp; “Annaria, turn around, I will help you into this contraption, and tighten it to the proper fit.”&nbsp; She did turn around without complaint or comment, much to his surprise and he stepped up behind her saying remove the towel, this will cover a part of you so that your tempting body will be at least somewhat covered from my gaze.&nbsp; As she reached up and dropped the towel to the floor it swirled down and lit gently in a puddle around her ankles, he followed it and knelt on one knee behind her and prompted her to raise on foot and then the other…strangely his act seemed one of a perfect gentleman, though both knew he was not that in the least.&nbsp; He drew it upwards along her legs and then past her hips, his hands never truly touching her save for the inevitable brushing along her flesh beside her thighs and hips.&nbsp; Upwards farther and raised it beneath the finery of her breasts, as he thought it would support, but not cover much of them, he grinned as he found the perfection of the garment’s design.&nbsp; He grasped the twined synchs with one had and placed the other upon her back and tugged at the bindings, the smooth ties slid well through the eyelets and soon the corset was snug about her waist and ribs.&nbsp; His free hand slipped around her to be sure the fit was correct before tightening the rigid garment further, it was indeed, the supporting juts at the top of the frontal part nestled neatly beneath her breasts raising them to seem even fuller and more firm than even God had provided for her, which was greatly.&nbsp; He did not tarry with his fingers as they crossed the smooth supple flesh, and even felt the textured nubbins at the peaks, though a groan did stream from his mouth once softly before his hand returned again to her back.&nbsp; He propped it against her and pulled the remains of the bindings taught and held them as his other hand joined in the effort and tied it in a neat bow between and below her shoulder blades.&nbsp; “I dare not tighten it more so for now, you can let me know if this is too tight or not tight enough for comfort, though I am sure this is not designed for that purpose” he said with a light chuckle.<br><br>He again reached around to the small table, this time he retrieved the phallic instrument…the man had called it a vaginal plug thong…though he was sure he had never heard the term before.&nbsp; He looked at her as she turned when he requested her to, and saw that the corset was pure delight to gaze upon, the fabric supported her wondrous orbs and yet showed from nipple and above…each nipple seemed framed between the pale ecru of the fabric and the pale alabaster of her flesh…his temptation grew to taste again of her, yet he stayed the thought for a later time, she had been taken already this hour, and had need to rest from his invasion...to prepare for the next.&nbsp; His gaze lowered to the all but smooth surface of her mound…another day and she would be in need of shaving again, the smooth curve of her mound could easily drive him to distraction, so he spoke instead of acting on the impulse. “This garment…” he said in a matter of fact tone “…is one designed for your pleasure Annaria, or so the shop keeper has promised.&nbsp; You will soon see, and feel if he is right or not. I ask that you let me know, for other manners can be taken to accomplish the goal if this is not adequate or correct for your wants.”&nbsp; He knelt again on one knee, this time before her trusting she would not take revenge and kick him, hoping that violence was a thing of the past between them.<br><br>He held the strings of the sides and lowered them to just above the floor, she stepped into one side and then the other, and again he drew fabric along her legs, this time with a grin of paramount proportions coating his face.&nbsp; As the thong reached her lower thigh he looked upward to her and said “The shop keeper said this should be moist when it is first applied…fear not, I shall make it so” before he lowered his head and sucked the small phallus into his mouth and slathered it with his spittle from the anal nubbins to the clitoral bumps and swirled his tongue around the miniscule cock itself…he could feel each of the bumps that would arouse her…the thought itself aroused him, he could only imagine what it would do for her…time would tell just how eager she would become after an hour…two….or more…a day…a week…he groaned as his lips parted from the now wet implement.&nbsp; His hands pushed at her knees to part them a bit, her pussy yawed before him enough to accept the small but hopefully effective tool, he nestled its wetness into her muscle and wiggled it slightly to be sure it was properly placed.&nbsp; Indeed it was, each node protruding from the parts he could see were exactly around her clit, and the ones for her rear nestled in a triad at the sphincter muscle perfectly…in his mind her g-spot was being caressed by the inner nodes as well.&nbsp; As he wiggled the dildo he could feel her response and rose to watch her expression during the first time of so many that she would wear it.&nbsp; He touched her only as needed to place it; he wanted to see more than know by feel how it would bring her to enjoyments unproven.&nbsp; He tightened off the strings that held it to her hips just above the curve of her hip, and stepped back a pace to see his masterpiece.<br><br>“There is one more garment for you Annaria, it will avail you of some modesty” he said as he turned again to the table and picked up the ‘skirt’ that would cover from her hip to the curve of her lush mound and no more…he watched her as her body reacted to the constant invasion, the tantalizing penetration of her muscle, and the irrational employ of the nodes that caressed her clit, g-spot&nbsp; and anus non stop with each small move of her body.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 10:27:40</strong>
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				Making no move to hinder or help, she simply followed his commands, compliant for the moment as he began to dress her.&nbsp; A slight quiver to the set of her shoulders with nervousness and the suppressed need for some kind of action; some sort of defiance.&nbsp; Suppressed, subsumed for the moment while her mind sought other avenues.&nbsp; The faint blush creeping across her skin unnoticed in her inner struggles.<br><br>The feel of the corset about her ribs, supporting her heavy breasts very familiar though the fabrics and its fit hardly could be called the normal manner in which a proper bodice was worn.&nbsp; The lack of a chemise beneath it only accentuating the alien nature of the garment.&nbsp; Instead of simply supporting and covering, this instead brought the attention to the bare flesh rising above as the lacings were tied.<br><br>Looking down at herself, seeing the ripe bounty exposed, presented in decadent glory Annaria couldn't help but try to slouch.&nbsp; The corsetting holding her upright made it impossible for her to hide the lush peeks from view.&nbsp; The view barely afforded her the ability to see past to the next article, but she could feel it as he drew it up her legs.&nbsp; Kneeling before her she watched the top of his head as he lowered himself to suckle the unknown object.&nbsp; The slick sounds and muted groan from him brought her blush to full bloom.<br><br>That being but the prelude to the embarrassment of his fitting the article within her.&nbsp; Catching her breath, she barely dared move for every movement, every breath seemed a new invasion.&nbsp; Unable to escape the intimacy of its contact she settled instead for complete immobility.&nbsp; She could easily feel the pressure against sensitive nerve bundles, even breathing, even her heart beating seemed to send it in search of deeper contact.<br><br>Finding a stance that lessened the intrusion was but a momentarily thought as he had one last swatch of cloth to clothe her in.&nbsp; In his hands a little slip of material designed more to flutter delicately against bare skin than to cover.&nbsp; <br><br>As he moved her, attiring her in the final little bit of supposed modesty preserver, the little device fitted inside her pussy found its way deeper, caressing, cajoling, taunting the hidden pleasure centers.&nbsp; Every shift of her weight, bend or twist as he attired her massaged and teased a tiny swell of nectar from her, soon coating it with its glistening musk.&nbsp; <br><br>Her heart racing Annaria's eyes found a modicum of solace on a small spot, high on the wall, focusing as she licked suddenly dry lips, begging her body to disobey.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 03:29:49</strong>
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				He knelt once again before her, this time to aid in the placement of the garment the shop keeper’s helper had called a skirt, yet to his eye it was naught but a broad piece of chenille the would barely hide any part of her, yet it did compliment the ecru color of the corset with its transparent fabric of the same color.&nbsp; He could not help but sense the scent of Annaria’s provoked nature already, it seemed as though at least one of the implements the shop keeper had recommended would care after its task…he chuckled softly as he fitted the skirt to her hips, and found that it ended just above the crown of her mound, and concealed nothing at all, even now he could see the phallic implement working along her aroused entry and the resulting glistening fluids brought forth.<br><br>Again he stood and at arms length looked at her top to bottom and back before giving instruction to turn around so he could see the back as well.&nbsp; To his amazement she complied…he could not help but wonder if she had reconciled herself to the plight of slavery already…of that he had doubt, but so long as she obeyed his wishes, he would have little need to punish her in any way.&nbsp; He smiled as he inquired “Annaria, the shop keeper told me that the phallic insert would cause arousal, and I have already sensed that within your scent…is it pleasant, or simply an unavoidable response?&nbsp; Come let us walk, for surely you tire of being within this room again, we can go wherever you care to within the castle for the moment.&nbsp; Prey lead the way, I shall follow so that I may gaze upon the wonder of your frame.”<br><br>He had said it honestly, he so wanted to watch her ass as she walked in front of him, she would need to walk upright and not be able to avoid being seen in all her glory, the nipples upon her breasts even took on a swelled texture, and he could tell that each step would bring her ever closer to plateau of pleasures…should she climax, so much the better, for that he would revel in even if he had not taken her to bring it about. The instrument drew out his perverse pleasure in watching the taunting of her flesh.&nbsp; He grabbed up the collar and leash and hung it over his shoulder just in case as she strode tenderly towards the door; each step seemed to persuade her to halt, yet, each seemed to drive her to excitement as well…a marvelous device he thought…I will have to thank the shop keeper for the sale of it.&nbsp; The sway of her hips and tender steps she took were exactly&nbsp; what would bring him joy...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 19:06:51</strong>
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				Disbelief, utter, profound and complete disbelief the only emotion left to her as she found herself following his directions.&nbsp; The possibility of slavers had always been there when she traveled, hence the careful disguise as a boy; but this?&nbsp; This type of situation had never entered into her thinking.<br><br>Turning carefully, her back straight enforced by the tightness of the corset, she squared her shoulders and with head held high she walked with an almost pristine haughtiness in the direction of the door.&nbsp; The long hall leading away beckoned with its temptations of other rooms, other passages, other manners of escape.<br><br>Surely there must be other ways out?<br><br>Every step of small bare feet upon the floor brought out the natural sway of her hips.&nbsp; Each sway, shifting her rounded hips giving the skirt a gentle brush over her.&nbsp; The nearly transparent chenille fabric teasing her skin as the device he had fitted within her caressed and taunted.<br><br>No, this couldn't be happening.&nbsp; <br><br>Biting her bottom lip to bring a touch to reality, she came to a stop outside the library door.&nbsp; The halt easing the growing madness of sensations within her.&nbsp; The flush of her cheeks and slightly unfocused gaze giving lie to her words.<br><br>"I take no pleasure in your perversions."&nbsp; Clenching her jaw, her fists balled tight against her bare thighs, she continued nearly spitting out the words, her head held high in an imitation of regal commands.&nbsp; "Let me go!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castle Hendrix (Gerald &amp; Vella)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 18:42:07</strong>
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				As she stepped from the doorway and into the hall his eyes fixed upon her derrière…the curve of it such perfection, the sway only enhancing the allure.&nbsp; The all but transparent fabric hid little of the delights beneath and the fluttering of that very fabric even seemed to taunt at her feminine wiles…each twitch perceived as a growing excitement in his mind, and the posture of her upper body showed pride, or so he wanted to believe, in her sensual beauty.<br><br>She walked at a slow pace up the hall, her bare feet made little or no sound, yet each breath echoed from the stone walls and tapestries that covered them…his deep groaning sighs as he gazed upon her wonders, and hers it seemed short quivering gasps for reasons only she would know….he wondered just what effect the device was having within her cherished core…he would find out when she found the room decided upon to spend time within…she paused before the doorway to the library…his smile broadened at the opportunity.<br><br>Her words were course, a set to her jaw was only a reminder that she was not yet willing to become what she was destined to be…a slave to his wants.&nbsp; He stood firm as she so eloquently spoke of not taking pleasure in his perversions…and yet the very scent of her loins belied her words…he knew her body was reacting to the implement.&nbsp; As her haughty command flowed from her lips he accepted it and simply said “I cannot and will not let you go…for you are mine, and that is our fate Annaria.”&nbsp; He waited until she had calmed from the lofty thoughts of freedom, his grip on the leash moved it to be ready for hasty binding of her should it be needed and then decided on another means of settling her woes….<br><br>“Enter Annaria…” he said softly, yet with a stern command to his stance as still she tarried before the portal of the library “…for within those walls are many wondrous works to occupy the mind and satisfy the heart without the plundering advance of flesh upon flesh.”&nbsp; He stepped beside her and his hand passed strongly across the fabric of her skirt as a reminder of his mastery, his fingers trailed downward between her cheeks and crooked to find an abundant warmth gathering in her loins.&nbsp; He withdrew his fingers from the crevasse and patted her buttocks firmly to prompt her to go forward into the room.&nbsp; He led the way for her to follow and took a stance beside the desk as he withdrew the straight-backed chair from it and gestured for her to sit.&nbsp; He knew that would be the only type of chair that could provide any comfort with the strict binding of the corset.<br><br>She seemed to again be reluctant to follow his request but sat cautiously down, her knees together told him of her unwillingness to avail him of a view of her intimate parts, her hands rested clenched on the bare flesh of her thighs with the same resolve…or so he thought anyway.&nbsp; His hand went to her shoulder and laid gently on it as he spoke again in softer tones. “Allow me to read from another passage Annaria…surely listening to poetry will sway your thoughts from the need to escape as well as the persistence of the phallic device for a moment.”&nbsp; He walked to the wall filled with volumes of books and retrieved an obscurely leather bound book.&nbsp; He leafed through it and smiled, he knew it well and thought the words within worthy for this time in his budding master’s role.<br><br>He walked back and as he did pulled another chair with him.&nbsp; He posed it a few feet in front of hers, enough distance that if she cared not for his reading, her foot could not reach his groin, now growing in eagerness once again as he looked to the faintly covered mound and lush nipples of her breasts so perfectly enhanced by the uplifting corset.&nbsp; He opened the book and spoke in even tempo with deep rich tones as he began…<br><br><div align="center">“Wilt thou be mine? dear Love, reply <br>-- Sweetly consent or else deny. <br>Whisper softly, none shall know, <br>Wilt thou be mine, Love? <br>-- aye or no? <br>Spite of Fortune, <br>we may be Happy by one word from thee. <br>Life flies swiftly -- <br>ere it go Wilt thou be mine, Love? <br>-- aye or no?”</div>[/color]<br><br>“The work is by Charles, a Duke, a member of royalty in England, and he penned this work in the early 1800s, I thought it a fitting passage for our thoughts.&nbsp; I know you feel no love for me, for I am but your captor and master, yet I will show you the joys and mercies of happiness if you but concede that your fate is here with me Annaria or the pains of rivaled thoughts if you insist.”&nbsp; He allowed his eyes to drift from hers yet again…a trembling seemed to find path to her legs and abdomen as he saw the fabric waver even though she was posed still and stern …. Perhaps the device was working its magic within her heavenly channel and he could again avail his prong to her for her satisfaction and his own.&nbsp; He closed the book, resting it on his lap atop the swelling flesh beneath his tunic and returned his gaze to her eyes as a smile sweetly twisted itself on his face.<br>
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