Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)
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				Title: <strong>Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 20:05:38</strong>
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				The horse sauntered lazily along the forest path, walking along in its particular equine bobbing rhythm, thinking typical horse thoughts.&nbsp; It wasn't particularly worried; it hadn't gone down this path before, but that was all right.&nbsp; It always looked forward to new experiences and new changes of scenery.<br><br>Its rider, however, was very nervous.&nbsp; The trees here were too close together, too densely packed.&nbsp; A bandit or assassin could be lurking <em>anywhere</em>, waiting to ambush.&nbsp; She could be upon him and he wouldn't even even know it.<br><br>He'd been sent by his lord, the Duke of Montmarte, to hire the assassin known only as the Angel of Death.&nbsp; Because she wasn't stupid, she had only agreed to meet him out here, in the middle of nowhere, away from prying eyes or nosy guardsmen.&nbsp; Because the Duke wasn't stupid, he'd sent his servant in his stead.<br><br>Behind the saddle was a small chest, lashed to the saddlebags.&nbsp; Inside the chest was a small leather pouch full of gold coins.&nbsp; It was going to be the down payment for the job; the rest, the Duke's man had been told to say, would come when the deed was done.<br><br>Baron John Blackheart was too cocky, too arrogant, too brash; he stepped on all the wrong kinds of toes, made all the wrong kinds of enemies.&nbsp; It would have been a simple matter to array the Court against him, but, unfortunately, the Baron also had a shrewd mind for politics and military tactics.&nbsp; His Keep was at the high end of an unbreechable pass in the mountains; an invading force would have to have a ten-to-one numerical advantage in order to breech his defenses. And even then, that might not be enough, if the rumours of the Baron's exploits were to be believed.<br><br>And so it was quietly agreed that he should be taken out, quietly and under the cover of night, with as little fuss as possible.&nbsp; Everyone knew of the Angel, but only the very richest or most desperate clients ever sought to procure her services.&nbsp; She was jaw-droppingly beautiful, but cold as ice, and deadly as an adder.&nbsp; It was said her kiss was poison, and her fingers could reach right through a man's chest and stop his beating heart.&nbsp; No one ever, ever crossed the Angel, and lived to tell about it.<br><br>Eventually the rider reached a gnarled oak tree, which had grown up right in the middle of the path.&nbsp; Licking his too-dry lips, he dismounted, and tethered his horse while he waited.&nbsp; He thought about calling out, but he'd been assured: she would find him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 21:07:31</strong>
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				"Death, that is what I am to you." She whispered the the now dead body as it fell from her arms. She wiped her bloody daggers off on his coat and slipped her hood back onto her face. She did her job, and did it well. No one would ever suspect a woman to do such a horrendous crime. That is how she like it. She was a woman with a mission, to eliminate those who would do the same to her. Her long hair was always coiled back out of her face, the color of a raven's wing was hidden under hood. Her eyes were cold, the color of ice and they held the same chill. She never wanted to be known for her heart. She was a cold-blooded killer and that is how she would be. Her daggers were placed in their hoilisters under her skirts. She hated the gowns she was forced to wear but it made her appeal to the masses as a normal young woman.<br><br>If they only knew what she could do.<br><br>She hated nobles and their twisted lives. They hired her to fix their unwanted problems but she would love to eliminate them all. She was a daughter of a Lord and Lady, many years ago. Her mother died when she was young and her father was a cruel man after that day. He could not bare the sight of her because she looked like his deceased wife. He would treat her like a dirt, making her once soft heart cruel and uncaring. He was her first kill. He tried to to force himself on her in a drunken stupor and she stabbed him with his own dagger. One she kept with her for reminder of where she once came. Her heart never thawed again after that day. Killing came easy to her, simple and peaceful as painting. It was her skill she used to survive and to live. <br><br>She collected in her bounty, a handsome prize, but nothing compared to what she would received for the next mark. The head of the Baron Blackheart. He was arrogant and cruel, she seen it from her own eyes in town as she researched the mark. She knew his routine and his unnatural ability to leave people in awe or anger. He was the worse kind of man and she would enjoy his death. Making her way to stables to take a new horse, she made sure she was fully covered. She only reveal her face to those who would not be able to see her again, the dying. Why would she wish to show herself if the wants of men were only for her face. She would kill them in an instant. Her name, she could barely remember it now. Angel of Death was all she knew.<br><br>Her meeting was nearing and she mounted up and galloped away, hearing the screams and yells of guards coming after her. "Your Lord knows his crimes, he now shall have to pay for them. My job is done." she cackled into the dark night and through the forests. <br><br>The man was there by the oak and she dismounted and kept her distance from him. "I know the mark, where is my payment? Throw it here." She would never do two murders on the same night nor would she kill women. She found it unsettling. He seemed a bit nervous and she laughed again. "Worry not, I had my fill for this eve. I shall not kill you, lest you forget your place. He will be dead within the week, know that your master should have seen to me himself. I should kill him for the disrespect." She stated bitterly before waiting for her money. <br><br>Her plan was simple, arrive to the manor late at night hoping for shelter and work. She would make sure she was brought to Blackheart himself before she made her move. She might have to seduce him to get close to him but there was no true fear there. Her dropped hood could do that for her. No one truly knew how she looked without it. They just knew she was a pretty woman. Her body would do the talking and then when he least expects it, a plunge into his heart, his black heart that matched her own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 22:43:27</strong>
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				The Duke's man trembled when the voice spoke to him.&nbsp; It seemed to come out of nowhere. He very nearly dropped the bag right then and there.<br><br>She was female, that much was clearly obvious.&nbsp; Her physique was slender, and shorter than that of a man.&nbsp; Long, dark hair escaped from its coil in places from within her hood. He couldn't see much of her face, but what he did see was pale and misleadingly feminine.&nbsp; It was plain to see why any man would want her.<br><br>And yet, any man who tried had found himself soon in a world of pain.&nbsp; It was said that she was a Harpy, a mythological creature dedicated wholly toward inflicting revenge on the male gender for an injury she received long ago.&nbsp; There were men alive today who were missing eyes, limbs, and in one case, his testicles who had learned that lesson the hard way. And they were the lucky ones.<br><br>"Here's the agreed-upon sum," said the messenger, opening the chest and tossing the sack of coins at the woman's feet.&nbsp; It made muffled clinking sounds as the gold within settled.&nbsp; "You'll get the rest of it when the Baron no longer breathes air."<br><br>He swung himself back into the saddle of his horse before she could change her mind.&nbsp; "You'll find the Baron's castle at the end of the valley, just before Frostypoint Peak.&nbsp; If you succeed, we'll meet again at this spot."<br><br>Kicking his horse into a gallop, and relieved at having completed this onerous chore, he sped away into the forest. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 00:07:09</strong>
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				The cowardly man followed her instructions to the letter but his quick depart made her a bit interested in chasing him down and killing him but her appetite was fed, no real need to truly persue it. She checked the gold, to make sure it was real and the amount was what she agreed upon. There was no a coin missing so her reputation did proceed her. She smiled, a rarity in her that seemed to only given in privacy. She looked to see if there were others and sensed it was clear. Her cloak whipped behind her as she lifted the gold onto the saddle of the man. The night was nearing its end and she needed some much needed rest. She ordered her new stallion to the woods and disappeared into the night. She rode until she reached the outskirts of town until she reached her manor. With her inheritance after her father's death was taken to destroy and rebuild her childhood home. No one thought the better of it to visit her. <br><br>She stripped out of her clothing and ordered a bath from the maids. Whatever clothing that might have blood on it was burned, but she had become so experienced that it was hardly happened. Her mind was already at work considering how to get into his home. She finished up washing and made her way to her room. It was a hidden chamber beneath the house that even her servants feared to roam. The Angel of Death was a woman of intellect as well as fatality. She sharpened her daggers and placed them under her pillow in case she needed them. Sleep only came when the sun rose and well into the afternoon. Her first thought was to get dressed and practice her skill. She needed to be at the top of her game to go against Blackheart. <br><br>After a long day of working, it was time to execute her plan. Infiltrate the manor and then get to the man who was her newest opponent. Her body was clad in tattered clothing, an old dress, and her cloak to match. She road until she could no longer get to the castle except on foot. Her plan was to beg for work. <br><br>The mansion came into view and she knocked shivering. She made sure her face was well-concealed and she tried to stay warm. She had to suffer to claim a kill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 05:43:24</strong>
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				The castle was ominous and foreboding; it was everything that anyone had ever said. &nbsp;(http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/5426/fzcastle006.jpg) Stark towers rose behind the battlements, girded with spikes and fortifications and murder-holes.&nbsp; The walls themselves were sheer and high; it would take an army to infiltrate its defenses.<br><br>But perhaps one woman could do it.&nbsp; As she knocked on the gate, the door was opened by a man in dark armor, the kind who takes his job very seriously (because, if he doesn't, he wouldn't have a job tomorrow).&nbsp; He looked her up and down; he couldn't tell how old she was underneath the hood.&nbsp; But she was dressed in rags. Probably one of the peasants from the village.&nbsp; Almost certainly, he thought.<br><br>"Go away," he barked, brusquely.&nbsp; He moved to shut the door in her face.
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				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 07:12:04</strong>
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				"Please sir, I need a place to stay for the night. I have travelled so very far." Her anger was rising when he spoke about having her leave and she almost had the door slammed in her face. She withdrew a dagger and buried the blade to the hilt into this man's chest. She removed her hood and the wind caught her hair, whipping it around her, making her look like the Angel she was told to be. Her smile appeared as she moved over his body collecting her dagger and slipping her hood on. "I am Death, and I come to claim you Lord Blackheart," she whispered as she went to the main house not too worried over the ominious atmosphere.<br><br>She knocked on the door and hoped that this time it was not going to be the same issue as before. It would irritate her more than she would if she had to hurt more people. 
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 09:39:46</strong>
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				The guard certainly wasn't prepared for the knife.&nbsp; He stared with horror at the handle of the dagger currently sticking out of his chest, and then stared at the strange woman.&nbsp; He opened his mouth to shout an alarm, but all that came out was a wet choking sound.&nbsp; Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and he collapsed to his knees, his hands pressed over the wound.<br><br>It had been done quietly enough that no one had noticed.&nbsp; But sooner or later another guard would come along, and the discovery of a dead body would be sure to raise alarm.<br><br>Between the gates of the main keep and the castle proper there was a courtyard, and that was populated by groomsmen seeing to the horses, servants scurrying along their various business (although, granted, there wasn't much activity at this time of night) and, yep, more guards.<br><br>Her cover had certainly been blown -- unless she could find a way to dispose of the body without anybody noticing -- but perhaps she could still sneak into the castle and find the Baron before anybody noticed.
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				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 06:23:30</strong>
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				The body, she forgot about the body. She was used to leaving th body but her cover would be blown. She manuevered in the night, dragging the body away from the light and into the far corners of the wall. She wiped her hands and moved back and entered the courtyard. Perhaps she should lower her hood, she may get farther into the estate that way. She dropped the hood, held her head high and walked through the guarded fortress. <br><br>"I need to see him Lordship about a position within his home. I know the hour is late but I walked almost the whole day to get this far. I am not a beggar I just need work."
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 09:11:15</strong>
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				The door to the castle proper was opened by a man in a powdered wig.&nbsp; Unlike the guard who opened the gate, he was clearly a civilian, most likely some sort of servant.&nbsp; <br><br>"So late?&nbsp; How did you get in here?" he demanded, looking her up and down.&nbsp; "Never mind," he added.&nbsp; If she got through the gates, he figured, she must have had a good reason, or else the guards wouldn't have let her in.<br><br>"Very well," he sighed.&nbsp; "My name is Johann; I am the chamberlain.&nbsp; You'll start out in the scullery.&nbsp; Go in, stick to the left, go down that hall and to the end.&nbsp; It'll be the third door on your right.&nbsp; You can bed down in the pantry for tonight; the Maidmistress will show you your proper quarters in the morning.&nbsp; Pay is five shillings a day."<br><br>Standing aside, frowning in considerable distaste, he waved her inside; after she'd gone in, he glanced around outside and then shut the door. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 20:05:18</strong>
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				She nodded as she walked in and heard what the pay was. She laughed in her head the little wages this place offered to their servants but considering who it was and the times it would be fair to them. She however would have to make up a name and an alias if she did not succeed this night. She hoped she would. <br><br>The man did not follow her and she moved from her path into the main halls of the manor. She looked to find the Lord's corridor. She had seen places like this before so she went to the most commonplace they would be found, their bedroom. She knew he was not married so there would be no wife to worry about. Her hood back on, she moved through the castle to find the Lord's chambers. <br><br>It took her some time but she was able to locate them. She crept into the room hoping he was not awake. If she was able to take him down, it would be her prized kill after her father. She did not see him in his bed. 
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 21:46:42</strong>
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				Not many people would be able to creep into a Baron's bedroom without being detected, but the Angel was an assassin and knew all the little tricks of her trade.&nbsp; She knew when to blend into the darkness of the hallway, knew how to duck out of an open window and crawl along the outside of the sheer stone fortress.&nbsp; Slowly, but inevitably, she made her way to the Baron's bedchambers.<br><br>He was not, indeed, in his bed when she slipped inside the room and closed the door behind her.&nbsp; It was a large room, well suited to the Lord of the keep; there was a huge, four-poster bed on one side, adorned with blankets and pillows.&nbsp; The floor was littered with furs, bear and lion and wolf.&nbsp; A huge fireplace, probably the most impressive fireplace she had ever seen, took up the entire far wall of the room. <br><br>Between the fireplace and the bed there was a chair, a huge, padded, stuffed affair.&nbsp; The Baron sat in it; his back was to the door.&nbsp; If he had heard the assassin enter, he gave no indication.&nbsp; It was possible that he might even have been asleep.
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				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 22:08:39</strong>
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				She moved into the room, steathily as a tiger in the jungle looking for its next kill. In many ways, she was much like the tiger in her line of profession. Her movement were simple and silent. Her hood came off her body revealing a form to be admired underneath the rags. All that she hid from the world was visible. She raised her skirts to unsheth her dagger, a task she did without questioning it, and approched the chair. There was no miror to give her away, no reflection to show him her approach. She took stock on the room and noticed the chair by the fire. A hand was seen from its place, a masculine hand no doubt.<br><br>She moved over and walked in front of the man. She relied in her stealth and not her strength. He was a much taller than her and had a good hundred pounds compared to her small form. Her eyes narrowed at his cruel yet handsome face in the fire light. She raised the dagger high and moved to plunge it into his chest, where his heart would have been if he had one. However, she hesitated for only a moment to admire her kill one last time before she whispered. "I am the Angel of Death and I have come to claim you, Lord Blackheart."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 01:55:00</strong>
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				The Baron John Blackheart was truly an impressive figure.&nbsp; At six-foot-four, solidly built, he towered over the heads of most of his servants.&nbsp; His bed and his chair had been custom-crafted as per his specifications.&nbsp; He could, in one hand, wield swords that most men would require two hands to use.<br><br>"Who are--?" he began, but the dagger was already on its way downward.<br><br>Fortunately for him, he had been indulging in one of his favorite vices, the consumption of his own highly potent brew of ale.&nbsp; He always drank it from his personal silver goblet, and it was this goblet that he lifted just in time to catch the dagger.&nbsp; The dagger's point pierced the amber brew, but stopped there.<br><br>The Baron was a man used to having enemies.&nbsp; He knew enough that, when he caught someone trying to kill him, now was not the time to ask questions.&nbsp; He grabbed her wrist, banging her hand down on the arm of his chair until she let go of the knife; then, dropping the goblet, its contents spilling everywhere,&nbsp; he launched forward with a great bellow, attempting to knee her in the stomach.
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				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 02:14:14</strong>
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				No, no, no...<br><br>He woke and blocked the fatal blow with a silver goblet. One that caught her dagger and made her wrist hard to move from its new place. She could attempt to grab her other one but it was useless, he knew what she was here for. He grabbed her wrist and her dagger fell from her grasp. She no longer had the element of surprise and had to resort to hand to hand. Something that was not the strongest in and he her enemy towered over her by a good foot. His knee was about to connect but she would take the fall then lunge again. It would be painful but it would do. Falling to the ground, she gaspedfor air, all of his strength was in that blow. His bellowed frightened her the most, it was almost unnatural, like the man who yelled it. <br><br>She would raise her price if she lived to kill the man from the Duke. She would endure pain but she jumped up and brandished another knife. Her hood was gone and she took her stance in front of him like a warrior would. <br><br>"That is the first time I have ever been caught off guard. Bravo," She panted as she eyed her opponent, looking for weaknesses and seeing none. "We can do this the easy way and have you just take it like the bastard you are or we can beat around the bush and pummel each other but either way, I will take your life." She had to be arrogant to cover the small rising fear that was raging through her. Her knife held steady but her stomach was begining to bother her. She may be an assassin but pain still made her feel human. She needed to retreat but the bellow might have woken up the house. "Make your choice," she said adjusting herself ready to lunge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 03:21:38</strong>
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				"This isn't the first time that I've had someone try to kill me," he growled.&nbsp; He backed off a few feet, eyeing her intently, noting with dismay that the strange figure was between himself and the door.&nbsp; Even though he had the advantage of height and weight, she was still armed, and he was not.<br><br>"You lot just never learn, do you?" he continued, still backing up.&nbsp; His eyes darted to one side, where a large bust of his great-grandfather sat on a marble plinth.&nbsp; The man had been an ugly old bastard, but his bust was a very handy blunt object to be used in a pinch.&nbsp; It was large, and very heavy.<br><br>Darting for the plinth, he picked up the bust, and threw it at her, before sprinting across the room.&nbsp; Even if he didn't make it to the door, there was his collection of knives and rapiers hanging on a display case beside it.&nbsp; All he needed to do was to get his hands on a weapon...
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				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 04:12:44</strong>
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				She did not follow his line of view, she was too focused on her kill to pay too close attention to his eyes. He had the look of panic in his eyes, like most of her men do when she murders them. "I would not be the last wither but I do not plan to fail, Blackheart." he was backing up ans she was glad she had him on his toes. "Why do you back down from a little woman. Are you that scared that I might have the upper hand and defeat you?" She stated curious to know his answer. <br><br>"Oh, my darling little lord, I do learn well. You surprised me just as I surprised you, do you think that I am like the others, do I look like the others?" She asked indicating her form. "Deadly with a blade and the looks of an angel, how I love to strike fear in men's hearts. Will you be next?" She lunged at him the time he threw the bust, it knocked her pretty hard in the head causing her to crumble. She was scarcely aware what was happening but she still urged herself to keep going. She numbly went to find her dagger but felt nothing in her hand. He got a quick shot on her when she lunged, a trajectory she did not anticipate. She had no more weapons on her. She focused and saw something moving towards her. She whimpered, a soft delicate whimper as she allowed her body to fall into the abyss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 07:37:15</strong>
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				The Baron retrieved his sabre and turned, ready to fight for his life, only to find, much to his surprise, that his hastily thrown object had already done the trick.&nbsp; Slowly, he advanced, not ready to believe the evidence of his own eyes.&nbsp; In one hand, the sabre was out, pointed directly at the assassin's neck.<br><br>Closer and closer he crept, and still she did not move.&nbsp; He poked her in the shoulder with the super-sharp tip of the foil, and although it pierced the skin and drew blood, she still did not move.&nbsp; The bust must have knocked her unconscious, he realized.<br><br>Laying down his sabre, he knelt by the prone body and pushed back the hood.&nbsp; And that's when he received the second surprise of the night; she was very young, and amazingly beautiful.&nbsp; Amazed, he reached out, gently stroking the woman's cheek with a rough, calloused thumb.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood up, and thought for a bit.&nbsp; Then, taking care to keep one eye on her, he went and rang for his guard.<br><br>They arrived, breathless, their eyes widening with surprise and guilt when they saw the female assassin sprawled across the rugs of his room.<br><br>"Take her to the dungeon," said the Baron.&nbsp; "Strip her of all her clothes but her skirts, and chain her in irons.&nbsp; I will be down to interrogate her directly."<br><br>"Yes, Baron."<br><br>"Yes, Baron."<br><br>The men nodded, visibly relieved that he did not seem to blame them for allowing the intruder so far into the castle.&nbsp; They lifted her up, carrying her between them, and carried her out.<br><br>--<br><br>When the woman awoke, she found herself in a damp, dark room, completely walled in with stone.&nbsp; Bones and mysterious stains littered the hard stone floor, upon which a smattering of straw had been thrown.&nbsp; She had been stripped of all her clothes, except for a bare minimum of rags which hung from her waist and barely covered anything at all; a man kneeling at her bare feet could easily see up her skirt.<br><br>Her wrists and ankles were completely encircled by cold iron shackles, and these had been attached by heavy lengths of chain to similar shackles on the wall.&nbsp; She couldn't sit down; she couldn't lift her hands above her head.&nbsp; She could just about scratch her bum, and that was about it.<br><br>The darkness was lit only by a single torch, which sputtered on the opposite side of the cell.&nbsp; &nbsp; Somewhere, a door opened, and footsteps grew louder and louder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 07:58:59</strong>
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				She was vaguely aware that she was being moved. She could not come to for the life of her. The men carried her and left her in the dungeons of the castle. She awoke to find herself chained to a wall with no light or coverage over her face. She was seen by someone who did not die. Her secret was gone, her stealth will no longer be needed anymore. <br><br>"Well, my dear, you got yourself into quite the predicament and you have gotten yourself locked into a dark and damp dungeon. Why did you have to hesitate for the second. Your heart, once again, may have signed your death warrant." She muttered until she saw the vermin that was trying to look up her skirt. "You are lucky I am chained up or you would not be breathing." She muttered testing the chains for durability. <br><br>How did she end up like this? She remembered lunging at him and there was something flying at her. The bust she underestimated it, the blow must of knocked her out cold. Groaning, she shook her head and noticed the bareness of her form. "Did he really think I was carrying more?" She laughed and felt the cool breeze waft through the dank room. Think of a story and a name quickly, one he would not know. The footsteps were growing louder. Her name will be Elena, her mother's name. She thought it would be good for her imagine to have that simple name be attributed with her. <br><br>If only she had access to her hair. A simple pin would be enough for her to pick the lock but she sighed weakly with no access to her hair. She turned her attention to the man who was coming through. She needed to get out of this. "If you are trying to intimidate me with your foreboding footsteps, its not going to work. Just begin the torture so I may leave this earth the way I came into it. In pain," she bellowed out to the shadow that was at the entrance of the hellhole that was known at the dungeon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 08:30:39</strong>
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				The footsteps grew louder still, until a dark shape entered the dungeon.&nbsp; As he stepped into the candlelight, she could see that it was him--the Baron--the very man she had attempted to kill.&nbsp; Didn't men like him usually employ torturers for this sort of thing? They didn't want to get their hands dirty.<br><br>But here he was, looking her slowly up and down, from her bare toes to her raven-hued hair and everywhere in between.&nbsp; His expression was not mocking, not condescending; more along the lines of a entemologist who had just discovered a strange and beautiful new kind of butterfly.<br><br>His hand cupped her chin, turned her face this way and that; he wasn't gentle.&nbsp; He seemed to be inspecting her, the way a farmer would inspect a new head of cattle.<br><br>The hand dropped to her left breast; he gave it a proprietorial squeeze, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him.&nbsp; Then he stepped back.<br><br>"Tell me your name, child," he ordered.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 08:59:55</strong>
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				His detail and flare for the dramatic made her wish for death. Why could he just come on, ask his questions and leave? She never knew how to deal with such ridiculous actions. He wanted to come and see her for himself, perhaps to gloat at her defeat. She did not care anymore. He came to look at her, he was studying her like most women did over a new gown. <br><br>His hand moved over to her chin and she glared at him. She did not like being treated like a common whore, but this man was touching her and it made her move against the bonds. "You are you lucky that I cannot get out of these bonds or you would not be touching me." His hands moved to her breast and that really set her off. She wished for nothing more than to rip his heart out along with a few other appendages he possessed.&nbsp; <br><br>"My name is not important and I am not a child. I do not see any inkling of me being anything but a full grown woman." She growled at him as she struggled against the bobds once more. "Its sad the only way you could touch me, was to hit me with something out of the ordinary and chain me up. I would never let you touch me otherwise. You're pathetic as they say you are. I guess it must be to compensate your lack of fullness down there." She chided hoping to get a rise out of him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 02:29:07</strong>
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				The Baron smirked in response to the prisoner's bold claim.&nbsp; She was full of venom and fire, this one. Oh, how he looked forward to breaking her. She would learn, in time, that what Baron John Blackheart wanted, Baron John Blackheart got.<br><br>"You'll soon see that that is not the case at all," he said, calmly enough, as he stepped forward again.&nbsp; He drew his thumb along her lower lip, but quickly withdrew it before she had a chance to bite.&nbsp; "But I will show you soon enough."<br><br>"You are mine now, child.&nbsp; I own you.&nbsp; Your body belongs to me, as does your mind and your soul.&nbsp; Whether you live or die is entirely up to me.&nbsp; I control your fate; I control your destiny."<br><br>His blue eyes, so cold and piercing, bore down on her, nailing her to the wall.&nbsp; She was naked, exposed, vulnerable before him.&nbsp; "Let me explain how this works.&nbsp; Because you did not know before, I cannot blame you for your insolence.&nbsp; However, I will tell you now, and you will not be able to claim that excuse again."<br><br>He ran his knuckles against her cheek.&nbsp; "Every time you answer or act in a way that pleases me, your life will be easier.&nbsp; Every time you answer or act in a way that displeases me, your life will become more difficult.&nbsp; It's as simple as that.<br><br>"Now--tell me your name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 08:00:39</strong>
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				"What makes you think I will even allow you to touch me if I were free from this hellhole?" She asked but his hand touched her lip and she moved to bite it off. "Do not touch me." She growled only feeling the hands of her father instead of Blackheart's touch. She wanted to scream in anguish over such an unfair advantage over her. "Elena" as she was going to call herself just closed her eyes and pretended that she was not in the dungeon but n her chateau not far from town. She opened her eyes and saw his face in front of her. "I know you think all women want you but I'm not that kind of girl. I doubt you will be able to perform your duties to par to even the most average of men."<br><br>This was begining to be fun. She liked cutting this man down to size when he thought to rise above her. Her long hair was beginning to bother her. "Here is my set of expectations. I do not follow orders from anyone." She smiled sweetly to the others before she had to truly answer him. "Well I know you little rules and you know mine. The games begins now so I should unchange so we can play it. Or do you plan to chain me to your bed in a feeble attempt to get it up." She looked down at his bottom half and laughed. <br><br>"You want my name, its Elena. its the only thing you are going to get from me so let itwash over your form." She giggled shaking her head letting her hair fall more. She tugged on her bonds. "Will you let me free now?" She batted her eyelashes and made sweet while she tried to lift her feet but found no avail that way either. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 20:40:31</strong>
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				The Baron regarded the woman calling herself Elena with some amusement.&nbsp; He liked to see spirit in a woman. It made them oh, so much more fun than the ones who simply lay down at your feet.&nbsp; A woman should have spirit, should have independent thought.&nbsp; A Master who was so insecure in himself that a few barbed comments could rattle him was no Master at all.<br><br>"Elena," he said, tasting the word.&nbsp; It was almost dirty, the way he rolled her name around his tongue.&nbsp; "You're a brave and feisty one, I'll give you that," Blackheart said.&nbsp; "I like it."<br><br>He reached out, stroking her cheek once more with his fingers.<br><br>"But," he added, "you will respect my word, my command.&nbsp; You will respect me.&nbsp; In time, you will learn to love me.&nbsp; And I hope, when that day comes, you still have that fiery tongue on you."<br><br>His expression hardened, grew more stern.&nbsp; "But as for now, you will obey your Master, or you will suffer."<br><br>He drew his hand up, and with a violent flurry of motion, backhanded her hard across the face, forcing her head to snap painfully to one side.&nbsp; It wasn't a gentle slap; her face burned with the impact of the blow, and a ringing noise echoed in her ears.&nbsp; A tiny trickle of blood leaked from her nose.<br><br>"Let's see how defiant you are without your strength, when you are weak from hunger and thirst.&nbsp; Let's see how long you like being chained to that wall."<br><br>He turned, tossing his black wolf's-fur cloak over his shoulder.&nbsp; "I'll give you a full day to think about what I said."<br><br>The door slammed behind him with the clink of heavy chains, leaving her alone in the cold and the damp and the darkness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 22:09:43</strong>
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				He touched her again, she shook her head out of his grasp. Elena wanted nothing to do with him. He called her fiesty, she laughed. "I'm more independent than fiesty I think. I do not take orders from men, moreso cruel and twisted lords whose on people want him dead." She watched his movements and felt the rage coming off of him. <br><br>He hit her, struck her hard on the face making her nose bleed. "The only way you could beat me is if I was unconscious." She provoked but let him be. He threatened her with no food or drink, no fear there. She could last for a good day without it but she would be weak and tired. Her fighting would not be at its best if she would endure it. She did not want him to know she could not take what he dueled out. <br><br>He left her chained in the room and she sighed. Closing her eyes, she slept. It was uncomfortable and she hated being chained but she brushed through it. The day made it hot and unbearable and when the sun set she felt ease. She never once called out or spoke. She would endure this with pride. <br><br>The night feel and she was hanging on by a thread. Her body was so tired, so weak from lack of nourishment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 04:08:01</strong>
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				It wasn't until the next evening that the door opened again.&nbsp; Elena, if that was indeed her real name, was hungry and thirsty; she was dirty and badly in need of a bath; she was bruised all over; she still had a pulsing pain on her skull from where the heavy bust had knocked her unconscious; and her nose still felt like it had been broken.&nbsp; Overall, she was not in good shape.<br><br>The large, dark frame in the doorway she recognized again as the Baron John Blackheart, although he was flanked by two servants, each hulking men in their own right.&nbsp; He was wearing a dark thick, fur-lined robe, so luxurious and soft that it might have been a blanket he had picked up and hung around his shoulders.&nbsp; <br><br>As she watched, the servants carried between them a long, wide, wooden bench, perhaps about two feet across, six feet long, and one and a half feet high.&nbsp; They placed it on the stone floor in the center of the dungeon.<br><br>"Have you given some thought to what we talked about?" the Baron addressed his captive.&nbsp; "Remember, you are mine now.&nbsp; You exist only to please me.&nbsp; You will beg me to suck my cock."<br><br>He nodded to the men.&nbsp; They approached Elena.&nbsp; One of them took a key from his pocket, and unlocked the manacle securing her wrists.&nbsp; Then he did the same with the one at her ankles. <br><br>By now, her fingers and feet had started to grow numb from restricted blood flow, and she felt her extremities grow warm again as the blood rushed back.&nbsp; The two men picked her up by her arms, and weren't gentle about it at all.&nbsp; <br><br>They manhandled her over to the bench, and forced her down on it, on her back.&nbsp; On the one hand, it was good to lie down for once; she had been in a standing position all night and her legs were screaming for relief.&nbsp; On the other, however, the bench was hard and not comfortable at all.&nbsp; The servants grabbed her hands, and, try as she might, chained them together below the bench.&nbsp; Her feet, too, were similarly manacled together so she couldn't part her legs very much.<br><br>The Baron removed his robe.&nbsp; He was wearing nothing at all underneath, and in her peripheral vision, the would-be assassin could see that there was a reason he didn't respond to her verbal jibes.&nbsp; He wasn't compensating for anything.&nbsp; His organ was a <em>monster</em>.<br><br>"Now don't worry. This won't hurt," he said, "but it will scourge you of your pride.&nbsp; The first thing a woman needs to give up before she submits herself to her Master is her pride, her false vanity."<br><br>He straddled the bench, throwing his leg over the other side before sitting down directly on her stomach.&nbsp; He was very heavy, as a man of six-foot-four ought to be. <br><br>He put his penis directly between her breasts, and, splaying his fingers, palmed them both.&nbsp; Pushing downward, he squished them together around his throbbing cock, which was already erect.<br><br>"Today, my child," he murmured, "you will learn humility."<br><br>He began to jerk back and forth, using her as his seat, pushing her breasts together almost painfully against his cock.&nbsp; He closed his eyes, and his movements became faster and faster.<br><br>Before no time at all, he moaned, and from his tip shot a ropy spurt of thick, gooey cum.&nbsp; It splattered all over her face, her nose, cheeks, forehead, and lips.&nbsp; Some of it even collected on her eyelid.&nbsp; He continued to rub her breasts against his member, until the streams of jizz slowed to a trickle and then stopped altogether.<br><br>He stood up, climbing off of her.&nbsp; One of the servants handed him his robe, and he pulled it once more around his waist.<br><br>"I'll leave you like that for the night," he said.&nbsp; "In the morning, if you're better behaved, there will be food, water, and a hot bath."<br><br>So saying, he left with his servants, slamming the door behind him.&nbsp; She was left, chained on her back on the bench, with his cum drying on her face.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 00:22:01</strong>
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				[Sorry for such a delay, I needed a few days to recharge my creative juices]<br><br>Numbness, it radiated throughout her whole form. When he left, she felt numb for the briefest moment. Her body ached from the positions she had been subjected to for the past day but that would not break her. She would not be broken, she would say defeat but plan revenge. Her mind went to work and her smile appeared briefly. Although she was covered in his juices, she would make him beg for her body. She would torture him with her womanly wiles before she killed him. Oh, how she would kill him. She would be a black widow if need be. After she came, she would kill her partner with no remorse. Her perverse thoughts made her close her eyes. Although she wanted to sleep, she thougt better of it and thought of a time she hated. A time where, once plagued, would kill over and over. She remembered the night of her father's death. <br><br>He came to her room, in the cover of dark like the coward he was, and brandished a bottle of whiskey in his hands. He called her Elena too that night, the name seems to haunt more than her own. She remembered the way her father's breath smelled, the nasty mixture of drink and food, it still made her skin crawl. He climbed on her begging the young 'Elena' to please him like she used to. She wanted nothing more than to scream. She pulled up her skirts and the rest was not hard to figure out. She never finished that night in her mind. The next scene was after, her father's blade in her hand as she stabbed him in the heart. He was the one to call her Angel first. <br><br>Back to her slab, she beckoned the light to come into the shadowy hell she now called her room. She wanted the bath and the food. She needed to be clothed and cleaned because it was becoming increasing annoying to be exposed to the guards. No one would touch her, she was apparently Blackheart's. He seemed too keen on calling her his child, it annoyed her. The sun rose and she pretended to be sleeping, her breathing even and her movements limp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 08:08:59</strong>
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				(No worries, darling. Happens to all.)<br><br>A new day came, and with it a renewed despair.&nbsp; Would she ever escape from this damned dungeon? Was she as good as dead?&nbsp; Her only hope lay in that the Baron found it, apparently, amusing to torture her.&nbsp; As long as she was alive, there was a chance for revenge...<br><br>It wasn't until later in the day, however, that the door opened again.&nbsp; The Baron entered, this time in his full attire, his black trousers and his silken shirts and his expensive-looking cloak held with a silver clasp.&nbsp; A pair of servants followed.&nbsp; One carried a small stool and a bucket; the other had a tray on which was a canteen of water and what looked like a small dinner roll.&nbsp; The servant placed the stool down on the floor, near the bench; the other one placed the tray on the floor.<br><br>"Leave us," ordered the Baron, and the two servants did just that.&nbsp; After they had gone, and Baron Blackheart was alone in the room with his captive, he bent down and reached into the pail.&nbsp; There was apparently a scrap of cloth in it, and water as well, for he fished it out, dripping, and wrenched it until it was merely damp.<br><br>He looked at the Angel, and to her surprise, knelt on the ground, swabbing her face with the cloth.&nbsp; It was almost unbelievable how good it felt as he washed her face and smoothed back her hair; his cum, after all, had dried on her cheeks and nose and chin from the night before, making her itch all night.&nbsp; Some of the water, too, dripped past her lips, and it was a godsend. She had gone two full days without water, and her lips were cracked and dry.&nbsp; <br><br>After her face had been washed, the cloth was dropped back in the pail, and the canteen was lifted to her mouth.&nbsp; He squeezed, and the blessed water poured into her mouth.&nbsp; It was clean and pure, and as refreshing as from a mountain stream.<br><br>"So you see, I can be kind as well as cruel," he said, after she had satiated some of her thirst.&nbsp; "It doesn't have to be this way.&nbsp; All you have to do is acknowledge me as your Lord and master, and give your body wholly over to me, and you will dine on the juicest grapes and most savory venison.&nbsp; Your old life is over, Elena. Embrace your new one."<br><br>He stood back, his head tilted to one side, awaiting her response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 08:50:56</strong>
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				He teased her with the twater, the few drips that had glided over her mouth and skin made her stifle a soft moan. He was trying to make her feel like he was saving her, and if her true plan was to work she neeed to convince him that she was. Death would be sweeter if she pretended to succumb to his whims. The roll that was carried in was the true thing that made her concede defeat, or the idea of it. She was hunger for anything. She longed to just taste the sweet nectar of grapes he spoke of or the richness of the meats. Her stomach rolled at the mere thought of it. The water gushed at her and she swallowed it with a moan. It felt good, she almost felt like she could talk again. <br><br>He wanted her to be his little toy his slave. "Why do you want me to succumb to you? Why do you not want a woman besides one who tried to kill you?" She was curious to hear the answer to it. "I'm considering letting you win this round because I'm too tired and too defeated to care really what your answer is. I just want to get out of these bounds and you could do whatever you wish of me." Her sigh was an evident sign of exhaustion. "I just want to sleep in a bed and bathe. I want to be clothed again and I am desperate to anything to obtain it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 07:13:44</strong>
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				The Baron watched her for some time.&nbsp; He watched the way she breathed, watched the way her chest rose and fell on the bench.&nbsp; He knew that the shackles on her wrists and ankles could not be comfortable.&nbsp; <br><br>He listened to her words with his head tilted to one side.&nbsp; "If you don't really care what my answer is, why did you ask?" he chuckled, reaching out to caress her cheek with the back of his hand.&nbsp; "Nevertheless, I will answer.&nbsp; I want to make you mine for the same reason that the hunter goes into the wild savanna to hunt the man-eating tiger.&nbsp; I want to tame you for the same reason that the barbarian lord keeps trophies of the heads of all his slain enemy kings.&nbsp; Yes, I could have any of the peasant girls.&nbsp; But I want the best, the wildest, the most beautiful, the most savage."<br><br>He gently traced her jawline with his index finger. "You are very angry. I can sense it.&nbsp; Your whole life is full of rage and hate.&nbsp; And perhaps you have a reason for this, a very good reason indeed. But perhaps--if you let me--I can show you that there can be room for more."<br><br>He reached into his pocket, and produced a key.&nbsp; He bent low, fitting the key into the shackles which bound her wrists, and unlocked them.&nbsp; Her hands now free, he helped her sit up.&nbsp; "Here," he said, tossing her the roll, and watching as she devoured it.&nbsp; So ravenous was her hunger that she did not even wipe her mouth, but spit crumbs everywhere.<br><br>"I will not release your ankles because I do not trust you, just yet," he said.&nbsp; "I don't think you'll try to kill me again, but you might try to escape.&nbsp; I can't have that, my Elena.&nbsp; Your body belongs to me."<br><br>"Come," he said, offering a hand.&nbsp; "There are hot springs this way.&nbsp; You will bathe first, and then you will be given clothes and food."<br><br>Indeed, he was true to his word.&nbsp; He led her out of the dungeons, down a secret path deep in the castle to a door that, when opened, led to a small enclosed courtyard.&nbsp; There were hot springs here, small pools of volcanic water that bubbled and steamed into the night.<br><br>It smelled faintly of rotten eggs, but the sensations as she eased her bruised, beaten, filthy body into the water were pure heaven.&nbsp; The water was just hot enough to chase away all the pain in her sore muscles.&nbsp; She felt like her bones had been turned into jelly.<br><br>To her amazement and surprise, the Baron slipped out of his clothes and got in with her.&nbsp; He did not touch her, but merely sat opposite the pool, watching her bathe. "Why should I not take a bath with you?" he smiled faintly.&nbsp; "I told you, you belong to me.&nbsp; I can do whatever I wish."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 02:21:03</strong>
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				He wanted her because of her dangerous side, her ability to kill without being detected. He was like one of those men who had to break in a new stalaion instead of his stablemaster. She shook her thoughts from that image the developed in her head. The winding of the sheets, satin and silk, and the moans errupting from her mouth. He touched her gently after her bonds were released from her wrist. She felt free for once but her feet were still tied. She could walk but running would be pointless. <br><br>"You cannot even fathom the depth my anger Blackheart, so I suggest you do not give yourself that headache. There is no information on me anywhere, I made sure that no one would speak of me or I disposed of witnesses. The bread was gone too quickly for her to even enjoy it. She had to be careful and pace herself when she ate again. Her eyes went to him and he helped her rise. The promise of the bath was true. Her mind silently cheered. <br><br>The heated pools smelled a little ripe but the warm water made her smile. A nice genuine smile made her once harsh expression softened. Elena leaned back and moaned in pleasure as the water hit her head. She did not notice her partner until she floated back up. Away were the dried blood and dirt to give him a view of her fair by slightly bruised form. <br><br>He talked about having the right to bath with her and she laughed. "I did not question you. So defensive Blackheart. I might want to ask why you are so needy for me? I mean you are obviously aroused by me, I never understand men in that capacity. Why, my dear, did you want to bed me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 18:11:30</strong>
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				Once again, her bold words made him smirk.&nbsp; He cupped his hands full of water and lifted it above his head, drizzling it onto his scalp.&nbsp; His hair flattened immediately and become sodden, sticking wetly to his crown.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do not <em>need</em> anything," he informed her.&nbsp; "I am the Baron.&nbsp; What I want, I take.&nbsp; I could have you chained up in my room and I could partake of you thrice daily and there would be nothing you could do about it."<br><br>A servant materialized from nowhere, stepping forward with a small handtowel and a bar of tallow soap.&nbsp; He splashed water on his face, then rubbed the soap into a lather between his hands.&nbsp; Then he scrubbed his cheeks, the soap lather working into his beard and hair.&nbsp; When he had finished, he cupped his hands again and rinsed himself off.<br><br>"Sit here," he pointed to a rock next to him.&nbsp; "Sit facing away from me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 03:02:45</strong>
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				He spoke and she laughed at his way of words and what he wanted. "I do not see why men like sex so adamant on it." She stated as she lazily moved int he pool for only a few more moments. She did not think on the reprecussions of her actions if she taunted or tantalized the man near her. She looked to the servant when he appeared and watched the Baron wash his face. He looked like a man who was lost on a deserted island and she was his next course for food. <br><br>He commanded her to move by him, her back was to be turned. She tensed up at the thought of it but she obliged him for now. Her shoulders were bunched up but Elena just sat there and waited for the pain. "You could have asked me nicely. Please does not take any strength to say." She stated dryly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 07:39:17</strong>
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				Once again, the Baron smirked.&nbsp; It was a fine line between showing spirit and showing respect to her Master.&nbsp; "I'd watch that tongue, if I were you...it's going to get you into trouble someday."<br><br>If she expected him to hit her again, she was going to be sorely disappointed.&nbsp; His large, rough, calloused hands alighted on her shoulders, and there he began to massage, his fingers squeezing the sore and bruised muscles with just enough force to stretch and stroke them.&nbsp; He worked his way outward, to her arms, and then inward, back to her neck.&nbsp; His thumbs pressed tight little circles into her shoulderblades, working down slowly along her spine.<br><br>After a night of trying to sleep standing up, and then another chained on her back to an uncomfortable wooden bench, it felt very very good.&nbsp; It felt so good, in fact, that she almost forgot she was starving.&nbsp; Almost.<br><br>"Your body is a killing machine," he observed, mostly to himself.&nbsp; "You can use it to please a man, or you can use it to inflict extreme amounts of pain.&nbsp; Perhaps even end his life.&nbsp; How strange, the ways that the Creator works."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 08:29:54</strong>
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				Elena moaned in pleasure when he moved his hands up and down her sore and aching muscles. She leaned her head back and sighed heavily when his fingers danced up and over her spine. "My father made me a killer and my mother made me a Lady." She whispered as she felt some of her hidden pain resurface. She fought back the tears from forming. He wanted to have her all to himself but she was too broken to be fixed. She would kill him and hide away from the world in her own manor. She missed her servants and they more than likely missed her. <br><br>"My tongue, so fascinated with it?" She joked a little and waited for him to comment on. "I bet you could think of a hundred ways to use my tongue besides me talking." She threw her head back and laughed. "Can I get out now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:02:51</strong>
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				The Baron sighed.&nbsp; He didn't want to punish her; he really didn't.&nbsp; But she would have to learn that her ass, quite literally, was his.&nbsp; As was everything else.&nbsp; She had no more home to go back to; this was her home now.&nbsp; The sooner she accepted that, the easier life would be.<br><br>"Don't worry, we will find other uses for that tongue before long," he responded.&nbsp; His grip tightened somewhat when she asked to get out, almost to the point of pain; it relaxed, however, after a moment.<br><br>He climbed out of the hot spring, and a servant stepped forward to offer him a large fur-lined robe.&nbsp; He pulled it over his shoulders, then drew it tight.&nbsp; "I have business to attend to," he told Elena.&nbsp; "My men will show you the kitchen, where you can eat all you like.&nbsp; You will then be confined to my chambers until I return.&nbsp; We will...see if you can become acclimated to your new life, or if I will have to kill you."<br><br>He gave her a faint smile as he turned and walked off.&nbsp; Another servant stepped forward with a robe similar to his.&nbsp; It was made, so far as she could see, out of grizzly bear pelt; when she wrapped it about her shoulders, she instantly felt protected from the cold.<br><br>The servant gave her a strange look, and indicated that she follow him.&nbsp; He led her down a series of passageways and rooms, until eventually she found herself in the kitchen.&nbsp; There was all manner of cooking being done here, wild game being skinned and boned and cured, vegetables pickled, and bread being baked.&nbsp; The smell of boar being roasted over the hearth made Elena drool.<br><br>She was offered a loaf of bread, a hunk of cheese, and a sprig of grapes.&nbsp; It was obvious the cooks did not want to waste their talents on her.&nbsp; One, however, felt pity and slid her a plate containing a seasoned and spiced roasted chicken when the others weren't looking.<br><br>She had barely finished her meal when the Baron's servant reappeared.&nbsp; He coughed meaningfully.&nbsp; "The Baron orders you to be chained to his bed," he said.&nbsp; In case she was tempted to resist, he twitched aside his cloak to reveal the sword blade in his sheath on his belt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 07:32:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron seemed to be set off about something and his grip on her made her wince. "Take it easy on me. I'm not even close to being recovered from that ordeal you put me through." She rubbed the spot he squeezed and he moved out of the pool. He had business to attend to. She knew it was something that would make her employer angry or the people suffer. She did not care about either right now. She needed to get out of here and soon. He threatened to kill her if she did not get used to her 'new' life there. She laughed at the idea even but kept her mouth shut for the time being. <br><br>She was led into the kitchens and the food smeeled wonderful. They snubbed her but one of them gave her some chicken and she ate it very slowly this time. She needed to make sure she did not make herself sick. Elena was then told she was going to be chained to his bed. <br><br>She was going to truly be tied up in his room. She went with it, what the hell, she was game for it. "At least its a bed and I am not so restricted." She muttered after the man left her nude on the bed but her bonds were loose and she was able to move her arms. She waited thinking about her kills until the doors opened again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 21:28:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elena's feet were still shackled together, the iron rings connected with just enough chain to let her shuffle where she wanted to go.&nbsp; Walking was difficult; running was impossible.&nbsp; On the other hand, she had been allowed to keep her fur-lined robe. It wasn't much, but it did mean that she wasn't cold, and that she didn't have to walk naked through a castle full of leering men.<br><br>The bed was very large, and, while, not particularly soft, it was heaven compared to leaning against a dungeon wall or trying to sleep on a hard wooden bench.&nbsp; There were four huge pillows, each one stuffed with goose feathers, and the thick blankets, together with the meal she'd just eaten, beckoned her instantly to sleep.<br><br>When she awoke, it was night time again. Torches on the walls were crackling with flame; the fireplace had been stoked into a merry inferno.&nbsp; The Baron was at his desk, writing something; he looked up when she stirred, and smiled.<br><br>"Ah. There we are," he said.&nbsp; "I trust you feel better after a full stomach and a decent day's sleep? As I said, I can be kind instead of cruel, if I'm pleased."&nbsp; <br><br>He stood up, walking over to the bed, shedding his own robe as he did so.&nbsp; He was wearing a dark tunic and leather gauntlets, a broad belt and leather breeches.&nbsp; He began to disrobe himself, tossing aside his garments one by one, staring into Elena's eyes as he did so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 22:06:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was not much to do when she was trapped in a room to a bed. She curled herself up int the deep covers to the decent bed and soon drifted off. But she must of been too tired because she did not wake until the setting of the sun. She heard her captor voice and she groaned. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was dark out. "I never sleep all day. I must have been more bored than I thought." She muttered sitting up. She was still wrapped in her robe safely. <br><br>She looked tired still, like a woman who had a bout of passions and had to go on with her day without break. She had a feeling he wanted her to be that passionate woman he craved. He began undressing keeping his eyes on her. "Blackheart, you really do want to bed me?" She aasked curiously but sine she was chained, she would have to go through with te act. <br><br>"Just to let you know, you are not my first nor will you be my last." She teased but her first affair was not wanted, just like this one. "Just promise me that you will not hurt me. I cannot stand to be hurt like that." The vunerability in her words made her appear younger than she was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 07:48:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused at her words, frowning when she told him that he was not her first.&nbsp; His brow darkened, and he loitered a moment, as if trying to decide whether to go through with his intentions or to reconsider.<br><br>"It is a pity," he said, at last.&nbsp; "I do so like my girls fresh, unspoiled, unsullied.&nbsp; I love it when I take their maidenheads, when I make them bleed upon my blankets."&nbsp; Nevertheless, he reached out, cupped her chin in a massive, calloused palm.<br><br>"But I still could make use of you, if you're as good as they say," he added.&nbsp; Casually, like a man in no special hurry, he pulled her robe open, eyeing her entire naked body.&nbsp; "I promise nothing," he told her. "But we will see."<br><br>He reached down, his hand upon her knee, and began to move his hand slowly, achingly, up her leg...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 17:41:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess you will be out of luck. Someone has taken that chore from you long before I even fathomed what I would become." Elena stated and looked at the man who moved closer to her. She was very nervous and only was with one over man. It was painful and unjust. The man betrayed her and she killed him. <br><br>"If you must know, one other man was with me and I killed him. I do not think there has been many a rumor spread about me." She felt his hand on her thigh and it climbed higher. He just told her that he would not promise a thing to her. It would be almost as bad as the last time. Her eyes closed as she tried to fight back tears. Please, she pleaded in her own mind, please let her have the strength to get through this. <br><br>She was naked to him, a wonder she did not shiver but his hand kept rising. She had no idea if he would go through with the act but her little form would not fit with his massive girth. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 04:03:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron looked down at his captive assassin, shadowing her body with his own.&nbsp; His hand travelled up her leg, resting, for a moment, on her thigh.<br><br>He realized, suddenly, that, while she wasn't exactly trembling, her breath was coming fast and shallow, and her heart was beating rapidly.&nbsp; He put his other hand on her chest, and could feel it, through her sternum: <em>ba-BUM ba-BUM ba-BUM ba-BUM.</em> And then he knew: the last time this had happened, she hadn't enjoyed it.&nbsp; It had been a painful, terrifying experience, and she expected it to happen again.<br><br>Blackheart knew that he could take her, as he had done to so many other girls.&nbsp; He could make her afraid of him.&nbsp; He could make her hate him.<br><br>But that was not what he wanted.&nbsp; She was <em>special</em>.&nbsp; He did not want her to hate him, or even to be afraid of him.&nbsp; He wanted her to love him, to adore him, in much the way that a prize hunting dog loves its master.<br><br>He would show her: he could be kind as well as cruel.&nbsp; The key to training a new pet, any pet, was to use both the carrot <em>and</em> the stick.&nbsp; The stick if she displeased you, the carrot if she pleased you.<br><br>The hand on her thigh moved away from her womanhood, and settled instead on her shoulder.&nbsp; With his other hand, he gently caressed her cheek with his knuckles, ran his thumb over her lower lip.<br><br>"I won't hurt you," he whispered in her ear. "I promise you. Not this time."&nbsp; &nbsp;His lips graced her forehead, pressing a lingering kiss there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 07:16:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had found ou how nervous she was. Elena thought she talked a big enough game but this man was too damn perceptive of his surroundings and the people near him. More than likely, he used this to get his mind in others thoughts. She never thought she would be greatful from this man. "Thank you..." She whispered very softly as a weary and unsteady breath escaped her lips <br><br>She placed a hand on her chest after he removed his and tried to calm her shaken nerves. Her mind needed to be cleaared but her body was still reliving the night she was abused by her father. The night she was terrified to talk about. His lips were on her forehead and she sighed. <br><br>"Have you ever heard of the Count DeLongpre? He used to live in these parts about seven years ago. He had a daughter but he was a widower. He drank and he lost his mind slowly to the grief of losing his wife." She stated as she looked down at the robe that half covered her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 22:19:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He allowed her to cover her lower body with the robe, even though he himself was naked and very, very close to her.&nbsp; So close, in fact, that she could feel the passage of his breath against her temple, as he explored her face with his fingertips.&nbsp; The rough, calloused fingers traced her ear, followed the curve of her nose, brushed her cheek, caressed her lips.<br><br>"Y...es..." he managed, after a moment's thought.&nbsp; "One of the Western nobles, of one of the Panroman duchies.&nbsp; &nbsp;Don't know that much about him, but I think I remember that he was killed in a savage and brutal fashion."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 00:43:48</strong>
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				"Oh his death was a brutal and a deserving death. You see, he came into his daughter's room one night, drunk out of his right mind and assaulted her. He took her virtue when she screamed for him to stop. The girl was only my age. He did not know what he did until the next morning when he found a knife sticking out of his chest."<br><br>Elena looked away for a moment. "He called her his 'Angel,' a term he used to call his deceased wife. Since the daughter resembled her, he spoke to her in that endearment. She murdered him, took his wealth and moved away. SHe liked the feeling of justice, so she held onto the name. 'Angel of Death' came to those who needed to be punished." She stated as she waited for his reaction.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 02:06:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes narrowed as she finished her tale, but he nodded, ever so slightly.&nbsp; One corner of his mouth turned up at the corner.<br><br>His hand moved again, alighted on her stomach, a warm pressure.&nbsp; He did not grope her, but just left it there, as he lay naked next to her in the bed.<br><br>"And what about me? Do I need to be punished?" he asked her, bluntly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 18:38:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you need to be punished is not why I am here. I was paid a lot of money to take you out and I was approached by a lot of people to do it. You need to look into yourself to answer that question. I am simply the Angel of Death, you decide by your actions if you see fit to be given the fatal blow." Elena stated as his hand stay stilled on her stomach. She felt that he needed to hear the words but she struggled getting them out. <br><br>"I miss my family's estate. It fell into the hans of another. I took my inheritance, since I could not own the estate, and created my own home. I live in the remote part of town and I loved it. You seem to create enmies wherever you go. You are both cruel and kind but I cannot place which one you favor."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 19:55:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cruetly and kindess both have their places," he murmured, his hand wandering up to encompass her chest.&nbsp; His touch was light, gentle; he did not force his way, and if she shivered in repulsion, he would retreat, moving it to a safer place like her stomach or her shoulder for awhile before trying again.<br><br>"The wise man knows which to use, depending on the circumstances," he added, leaning down for a kiss. His beard tickled her chin, his breath--smelling of spices and a bit of alcohol--washed hotly over her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 08:14:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His constant need to arouse her was lacking something, her freedom. He seduced her with pretty words and light touches but she did not think she could succum to his advances. She wanted to be able to be the one in control and it was driving her mad. "Blackheart, unchain me please. I cannot stand being chained, even if its to a bed. I feel trapped and I'm a free spirit." She admitted as she struggled against the chains. She moved her body away from his hands feeling uncomfortable with his need to touch me. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 00:40:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He scoffed. "You must think me a fool.&nbsp; Unchain you, so you can be free to try to kill me again?"<br><br>He scowled as she drew away from him.&nbsp; He clenched his teeth, and debated forcing himself upon her.&nbsp; It was tempting, he knew, but then she would definitely hate him after that.&nbsp; And then she would be no better than a lifeless doll, an unfeeling, unthinking lump of flesh.&nbsp; And he did not want that.&nbsp; He wanted her to want him, to want to please him.&nbsp; He wanted her to be <em>his</em> pretty assassin, <em>his</em> Angel of Death.<br><br>He sat up with a bad temper, and retrieved his robe from the bed, pulling it around his bare shoulders.&nbsp; "When you can convince me that I can trust you, then you will have your freedom," he said, darkly.&nbsp; Cinching the robe tight around his waist, he walked to the side of the room, and poured himself a drink from a bottle of vodka there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 01:41:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do not think you a fool. It did not hurt for me to simply ask for my arms to be given a break." She admitted but he moved from the bed and her breath had returned to normal. he roed himself and she calmed her body again. She made sure her robe was closed herself and saw him with the vodka. "Does that taste good? Is it Russian?" She asked her mouth watering at the mere idea of having a stiff drink. <br><br>"I would not kill you if I were unchained. I only kill with my blades and they were taken from me. You know the blades I killed my father with. He should not have touched me." Her voice faded and she took a moment to think. "Elena's no my real name. That was my mother's, mine is Marguerite but most call me Maggie." She gave him to truth so he may assess her fate. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 10:19:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, it is," he said, looking back at her with an odd expression.&nbsp; It is made from the fermented wheat from the steppes of Vladivostok."&nbsp; <br><br>"Marguerite..." he said, tasting the name upon his tongue. "You are a strange one, Marguerite.&nbsp; You come into my castle to kill me, and then you ask to be set free."&nbsp; He poured a little of the vodka from the bottle into his stein, and brought it over to where she lay on the bed.&nbsp; "Here," he said, offering it to her.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched as she drank, and then produced from his pocket the key to her manacles.&nbsp; He twiddled it around his fingers, as if trying to decide what to do with it.&nbsp; "If I free you, will you submit to me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 22:19:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know, I gave you more information I would give anyone else, within my household or not. You should feel honored that I trusted you with such a secret." She took the vodka and smiled, gulping the clear liquid and sighing. "A good drink is always good until the last drop." She purred handing him the stem. <br><br>She noticed him digging into his pocket and the key was in his hand. She was so close to freedom that she could nearly taste it. "You wish to bend my will to yours, I will not. I will obey your rules and even walk about unprotected in your walls. I promise I will not kill you but I would love to have some feeling back in my ankles and wrists soon. I would loe some clothes as well." Chained, she still tried to negoiate for more than her freedom. "If you grant me these trifle requests then we shall not have any issues."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 19:51:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron stared at her, pondering her request.&nbsp; "Your request is reasonable," he observed, playing with the key in his fingers. He flipped it back and forth through his knuckles, turning it over and over.<br><br>But then his eyes narrowed, and he snatched it up, dropped it back into his pocket.&nbsp; "But your attitude is not.&nbsp; This is my castle. I am the Baron.&nbsp; You will learn to obey my commands.&nbsp; I have fed you; I have bathed you.&nbsp; Believe me, my child, this is far better treatment than most of my prisoners get.&nbsp; I think that you should go back to the dungeon."<br><br>He called for his servants, who appeared and muscled her out of the bed.&nbsp; They marched her back down to the dungeons, the cold, slimy stone and solid iron bars.&nbsp; The manacle was once more clasped around her neck.&nbsp; At least her hands were free, but her movements were limited.<br><br>They tossed her some threadbare rags to cover her nakedness instead of the extravagant robe she had been given.&nbsp; "I will return in a few days," he said.&nbsp; "Hopefully your demeanour will have improved by then."&nbsp; He slammed the door and locked it behind him. <br><br>In a way, it was a small victory.&nbsp; John Blackheart did not rape her, had barely touched her. But here she was, back in the dungeon, chained and with little chance of escape.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 21:00:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She pushed him to far and she knew it. He changed his expression and she did not once try to deny her words or retract them. She knew her punishment would fair in the worse ways but she did not consider these consequences prior to that. The men returned and she kicked and screamed obsinities as she was carted off to the dungeons once more. For a few days. She watched the man leaveher the rags and she slippe them on. <br><br>She moved to dress to the best of her advantage and decided to try and think of a more full-proof plan. Her head was pounding after the first night. She began to count the stones in the wall as she considered her option. Should she just submit to this creature and be down with the pain or should she continue to fight. She needed to sleep and it was hard to do so in the manner of which she was locked up. <br><br>The second day made her feel ravenous and she would have done anything to sleep. She needed to thnk clearly but that was toon fading fast. Her stomach roiled and demanded food. Her head hung low in shame once the third days arrived. She was going to give in, it was too much for her to bare. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 06:06:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The second day in the dungeon passed like an eternity.&nbsp; It was too easy to go mad, chained to a stone wall with no one to talk to, and nothing to do but watch the sun slowly wheel through the sky through the small, barred window, and look forward to the next time she had to use the cell's only chamberpot.&nbsp; &nbsp;By the time the door finally opened, just the break in the routine was a refreshing change.<br><br>The Baron was dressed in his furs again.&nbsp; A heavy, fur-lined cloak swept the ground behind him, and rings glittered on his fingers.&nbsp; A beautiful purple gem sat on a silver chain around his neck, and a sword hung in its scabbard at his hip.<br><br>"And here I am again," he said.&nbsp; "I figure you have been left down here to rot long enough.&nbsp; Shall we try this again?"<br><br>A servant followed him in with a pitcher of water and a big bowl of delicious-smelling soup.&nbsp; When he placed it on the floor before her, the smell alone made her stomach twist in hunger and her mouth drool.&nbsp; There were carrots, potatoes, leeks, peas, and chunks of some kind of meat in a savoury, spicy, yellow broth.<br><br>The Baron nodded at the servant, who took his key and unlocked the shackles around Maggie's wrists and ankles.&nbsp; She was now completely free.<br><br>Behind him, the door to the dungeon was ajar.&nbsp; It might just be possible, if she took them by surprise, to run past them and out the open door.&nbsp; There was a 50/50 chance they might not catch her.<br><br>Blackheart was watching her intently, as if trying to read her mind.&nbsp; Would she choose the soup, or the open door?<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 07:22:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She dropped immediately to the ground after she was released from her chains. Freedom, it felt good but the food smelled all the sweeter. She began to inhaled the soup, letting the broth stain her face and clothes. At this point Marguerite did not care. Food had been denied from her for so long it made her stomach clench for more. She downed the water, pausing only to breath. It took her a moment to regain herself and she looked at him. <br><br>She regarded his finery and narrowed her eyes. She would have been draped in such jewels if she were in her own home. She sighed and spoke softly. "I admit defeat. I concede to you. I cannot do this anymore." Her voice cracked at hr words but they were out and she was officially lost to him. She needed to sleep and regain some strength. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 08:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He heard her words, nodded, and smiled.&nbsp; He watched her as she devoured the soup, eating from the bowl so ravenously that some of it spilled upon her face and the rags she wore.&nbsp; He really couldn't blame her, though.&nbsp; After all, she'd lasted two days without any food at all.&nbsp; She must be starving.<br><br>He waited until she finished eating, then he offered her his arm. She must be very sore from spending two days chained to a wall, and although no doubt she was in good physical condition initially, two days of being starved would make anyone weak from hunger.<br><br>She recognized where she was being led: back to the hot springs, to let the water bring heat and life back to her muscles and clean the filth and grime from her skin.&nbsp; He stripped once he got there, surrendering his immaculate clothes to his servants, and got into the hot tub with her.<br><br>Without a word, he pulled her legs across his lap and insisted on rubbing her calves, his hands working up her legs to her thighs, and then back down to her feet, intent on rubbing the soreness and aches out of them.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 08:15:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was led back into the hot springs and when he placed his hands on her calves and she moaned out in pleasure. It felt like heaven on her aching body and she winced when the water touched her sore wrists. She did no talk much at this point but since the water nearly lulled her into a stupor. She wanted to argue to scream but she would just end up in the dungeon once more. He was caring for her like she was his lover or wife. Was this his ulterior motive? At this point, she did not care. She wanted nothing to do with this man in that matter but she was not in a position to negotiate anything. <br><br>"Sleep?" She croaked after some time had passed and the blessed soaps had been washed and rinsed from her fair but battered form. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 07:42:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," was all he said.&nbsp; He helped her out of the hot spring, had her rags removed, and put a thick fur robe around her shoulders once more.&nbsp; He let her lean against him as he walked her back up the several sets of narrow staircases to his chamber, and watched as she crawled between the sheets of his bed and almost immediately fell asleep.<br><br>He smiled, humming softly to himself, as he went about his business.&nbsp; Later that night, after he had conducted his affairs, he returned to his bedroom.&nbsp; By that time, it was quite late; the fire had mostly burned itself out to a glowing pile of embers.&nbsp; He blew out the candles, shrugged out of his vestments, and slipped into bed next to her.<br><br>When she awoke, she discovered him wrapped around her, his burly arms encircling her waist, his head next to hers on the pillow. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 23:20:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She muttered a 'thank you' but she was not even sure it met his ears. She was helped into the bed and soon collapsed into the plush pillows and thick blankets. Her head was cushioned and her breathing had even quickly. Her mind was clear of all of the pain in that instant. <br><br>She woke that next morning in his arms. She was confused on how she arrived in this predicament but her voice was hoarse with exhaustion still. "Blackheart, your squeezing me a bit too tight. I need to breathe." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 04:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wstfgl?" He murmured, in a half-asleep stupor.&nbsp; He didn't respond--she could feel his breath, hot on the back of her neck as he inhaled and then exhaled again--but he would not resist if she moved his arm.<br><br>She could feel his nakedness against the backs of her thighs.&nbsp; However, unless she was a very, very heavy sleeper, it was almost a certainty he hadn't tried anything to her in the night.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 22:35:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt his nude form behind her and she was not sure what was happening. her body did not feel like she was touched but it could have been hours ago and she could not know if he had. Curiously, she shift her body so that she faced him. He seemed to at peace in this state that it made her smile. His corded muscles were coveed by their blankets and yet she could feel every one. Her hands wandered over his body, exploring with a micheivious glint in her eyes. Her hand dipped lower and felt the girth that was at full attention without her help. <br><br>Perhaps this man was not like the others. He seemed to restrain himself but she wanted to see how far. She began to stroke him, slowly feeling the length in her palm. She might actually allow him to touch her in the same manner. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 19:41:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron rose gently out of the unconsciousness of slumber, dimly aware that he was being touched.&nbsp; He blinked a few times, clearing the haze out of his eyes, and focused on the smaller figure next to him.&nbsp; <br><br>He was a large man, physically imposing; his hair and beard were jet black, although his eyes were a piercing blue.&nbsp; His chest bore a small patch of body hair, and his organ was somewhat larger than most men.&nbsp; It swelled nicely within Marguerite's fingers; she could wrap it in both hands and still have some left over.<br><br>Her attention was entirely focused on his manhood; she did not even seem to notice that he was awake.&nbsp; He did not move, but merely smiled, letting the girl take her time, explore all she liked.&nbsp; Perhaps, if she felt in control of the situation, she would see that sex did not have to be cruel and painful.&nbsp; Perhaps she might even come to enjoy it, to take pleasure from it.<br><br>So he just lay there, watching her wrap her fingers around his penis and stroke it, a bit smug in the knowledge that she was well on her way to becoming his own assassin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 10:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt naughty, unbelieveably so. She nver been this bold with a man before and one who was sleeping made it all the more fun. Her eyes watched at his girth expand and tighten under her minstrations. He had to be aware of what he was experiencing. He did not find it painful or humiliating. He seemed to be watching her too. "I know you are awake Blackheart so you can stop the faking act." She stated and laughed even. <br><br>"You are impressive, I must say. I do not see how you thought to fit this in me but it does not seem very pleasureable." She sounded more curious than anything and moved her body to straddled his laying form. "What would you do to me if I let you have my body right now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 07:42:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron Blackheart smiled easily as the slender assassin--who he was coming now to think of as <em>his</em> tiny assassin--straddled his form, one hand reaching behind her to yet wrap her fingers around his male member.&nbsp; He looked up, placing his own hands on her arms, slowly moving them upwards, enjoying the simple contact as they slid over her skin.&nbsp; When his hands got to her shoulders, he moved them together, meeting at her collarbone, and then moved his palms downward, sliding them down over her chest, then her breasts, then finally her stomach.<br><br>"Yes, it is very big, isn't it," he said, immodestly.&nbsp; "I imagine it would be quite painful if I entered you before you were ready.&nbsp; Perhaps...perhaps if I tease you a bit first?"<br><br>With that, he reached up, grasping her by her underarms and lifting her bodily until she was sitting nearly on his face.&nbsp; Letting her down again, he smiled and licked at her nether regions, toying with the small patch of hair below her belly before running his tongue between her thighs, then caressing her clit with the warm wet muscle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 05:54:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped at the movement as she ended up at his mouth. Her eyes closed and she was going to fight him off but his tongue danced over her body. Her body jolted immediately as his tongue danced over her most sacred areas. She never know such pleasure from just a mouth. She breathed his name over and over as she felt something aching build until it was nearly agonizing. Her mind was shattering slowly. Her voice was lost as her body quivered by his tongue and soon climaxed under his touch. Her eyes opened slowly as the haziness cleared from her eyes and smiled. <br><br>"That was, I have not words to decribe it really." She admitted to him wanting to curl up and go back to sleep beside him but he still held her in place. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:45:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused to wipe his mouth with a burly arm, letting her slide off him as he licked the last of the tiny assassin's juices from his lips.&nbsp; Seized by a sudden fancy, he reached out and grabbed ahold of both of her wrists, pinning her to the bed as he towered over her.&nbsp; He lay on top of her, squeezing her body beneath his rather larger one, and manuevered himself to penetrate her.<br><br>Despite his rough manner, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear.&nbsp; "Do not be afraid," he said.&nbsp; "This will hurt at first, but the pain will pass quickly.&nbsp; And if, at any point, you wish me stop, you have but to say so -- and I will."&nbsp; <br><br>He looked down at her, his dark eyes seeming to peer deep into her soul, conveying his intent.&nbsp; He moved his head, pressing his bearded lips to hers.&nbsp; And then he lowered himself, sheathing his organ between her legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 04:13:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should have known you wanted to be on top." She lauged but a twinkle of fear was in her eyes. She took a deep breath but he pinne her arms above her head. "No control over this at all for me." She smirked wickedly as she felt him manuever himself inside of her. A pinch of pain, the simpliest movements made her gasp. He was large, filling the inside of her body eagerly as she took a moment to adjust. There was not alcohol or musk in the air or someone calling her the wrong name. It was odd, almost comforting which made her cold heart warm in the slightest. He cared for her well being, giving her the power to stop him. <br><br>He moved and the aching build-up returned. It arrived in a wicked rush, it made her moan in pleasure.&nbsp; lovely melody was singing inseide her body as she anxiously met her hips to his. "More..." She panted not wanting the feeling to subside. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 04:30:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sometimes," he whispered, his lips hovering less than an inch from hers, "one derives the most control from giving up control."&nbsp; He kissed her again, not rough, not gentle, but somewhere in between.&nbsp; Rough enough to show her what he wanted, but not so rough that she couldn't pull away if she really wanted to.<br><br>Although her body, from the looks of things, didn't really want to.&nbsp; One hand released her wrist, travelling down to caress and squeeze her left breast, fingertips pinching the pink nipple that hardened there, gently rolling it between thumb and forefinger.&nbsp; He undulated his pelvis, writhing atop her in an undulating, rolling motion, one that stoked the fires deep in her loins and bid her wrap her legs around his thighs.<br><br>She may not have been a virgin, but in some ways she still had a virgin mindset.&nbsp; He would make her want this, want to feel this way again.&nbsp; And then she would be all his.&nbsp; His little assassin, to do his bidding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashleebabe</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 22:30:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She purred at his touches. She wanted to feel hisbody inside of her but it was scarcely ever thought liked this. "I want you..." Her voice was lowly and husky like a fine red wine. She giggled and groaned as he teased her breasts. She moved her hand to his back but winced at her marks rubbing against him. They were sore but she did not say anything to him. "Slowly?" She aske as she moved her hand to the front of his trousers. She teased and played with the laces of the garment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin at the Gates (Remiel and Ashleebabe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 07:22:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron John Blackheart smiled, his fingers roaming over Marguerite's face.&nbsp; They moved over her forehead, her nose, her lips, like a man with an expensive new object.&nbsp; <em>Mine</em>, his touches seemed to say.&nbsp; They were declaring his ownership of her.&nbsp; He noticed her wincing a bit as her wounds on her back, still sore and chafed, rubbed against the bed, and he relented, allowing her a bit of freedom of movement.&nbsp; He nodded at her request, controlling the tempo of his thrusts, relishing the intimate contact, the squeeze of her inner sheath on his organ, but in absolutely no hurry to get to his release.&nbsp; If he could train her to enjoy sex, perhaps he could train her to do anything so that he would please her again.<br><br>Even kill his enemies.<br><br>He braced himself on his arms, looking down at her, letting her proceed in the encounter at her own pace.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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