No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)
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				Title: <strong>No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 03:03:50</strong>
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				The best part about working freelance was that you did maybe five, six jobs a year.&nbsp; The bad part was that you had to take them when the call came, or you went hungry.&nbsp; Even when the call came at 3:00 am on Christmas Eve, and woke your large and irritable family who proceeded to chew you out for taking a work call on vacation.&nbsp; But you took it, because it's the job, right?<br><br>Gabrielle Waters pulled into the parking lot of 7-11 with a mug of coffee beneath her nose, sipping the black, bitter rebrew.&nbsp; The snow was a blanket on the ground, and the witch frowned as she worked a good luck hex onto her Jaguar.&nbsp; She'd need it to get back to the city without an accident; total white-out on the roads.<br><br>She thought back to the call that had started all this.<br><br>&lt;tag Elandra and cue flashback!&gt;
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 03:35:21</strong>
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				Thanksgiving weekend Nadira Kerwan had received a call, there was a job to do and it needed to be completed by New Years Eve. For one week between Christmas and New Years, a man would be in New York to sell his collection of rare amber foci which could be used to amplify one’s magical abilities, to the highest bidder. The job had come through a trusted middle man, he handed her the encrypted USB flash and walked away.<br><br>The job would net her five million, a huge sum for a smash and grab and she accepted it on impulse, needing the cash to pay off some debts she had accumulated and not wanting to be one upped by her rival, who had just recently scored big. As always she had left an ad in the paper letting Nadie know it was her, part of their game. <br><br>The next couple of weeks she researched the security of the Ritz-Carlton Central Park South penthouse. The electronic surveillance she could handle, an innate ability to walk through it unnoticed. She had the whole job planned out, until she learned the safe was magically sealed. She had cursed, called everyone she knew who could work with magic, hoping to have a magical charm made that could unlock the safe, but no one knew how to do or they were unwilling to.<br><br>Finally, she had broken down called her biggest rival, Gabrielle Waters, she had not wanted to call her, but needed the money or it would be her head. She had made phone call early on Christmas Eve, “Meet me at 7-11 just outside town in 60 minutes. I have a job.” There was a pause, “and I need your help.” There she had said it. She was already en route, being flown in by a private jet to the closest airfield. There a Land Cruiser was waiting; she drove to the 7-11, arriving ten minutes early.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 03:51:38</strong>
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				Back country road.&nbsp; Land Cruiser with out-of-state tags.&nbsp; The only other car in the lot.&nbsp; Yeah, that was Nadira, alright.&nbsp; Gabrielle was wary for an ambush, but didn't realistically think it was in the cards.&nbsp; If she was being set up, why be so obvious about it?&nbsp; She wouldn't have come unless she came heavy, and a woman of her talents could do a lot of damage on the way down.<br><br>She got out of the car, holding her coffee mug.&nbsp; Damn, it was cold.&nbsp; The little woman seemed like the strong wind could push her over, but she leaned into the gust and crossed the lot, looking left and right for any surprises before coming halfway to the larger vehicle.&nbsp; Her dark hair was beneath a cap, but strands spilled out down the thick coat that covered her wiry body.&nbsp; A face like a porcelain doll looked across the lot, dark eyes narrowed in sleepy frustration.&nbsp; Halfway there, she stopped, and waited for her rival to make the next move.<br><br>It wasn't that she disliked Nadira.&nbsp; Professionally, she respected her, even if they had butted heads more than once.&nbsp; Gabrielle would say they were just about the best operatives on the East Coast, but Nadira tended to score bigger than her, taking jobs that she'd passed over as being too risky.&nbsp; She had the Devil's own luck not to have been pinched or double-crossed, but the payoffs must have been nice.&nbsp; But why drag her out here in the middle of the night?&nbsp; That was the real reason she'd come, truth be told, just to see what it was all about.
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 04:16:38</strong>
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				Nadie had been up for days sick with worry, using the latest magical potions to stay awake and alert, but it was starting wear her down. She looked good though in her tight black leather pants, dark green shimmering shirt, a dragon appearing along her left breast if seen at the right angle.&nbsp; A product of a mixed marriage, she had the bright green eyes of her mother and the dark black curls of her father, which she wore shoulder length.<br><br>Nadie watched as Gabrielle approached, her sleek Jag pulling up to parking lot, her caution as she stepped out of the car, it was all delicious and she smiled wickedly, but tonight was not the night to anger the witch. She opened the passenger door as an invitation, to dim light from the dome illuminating her chocolate skin in the driver's seat, the sound of the latest techno wafting from within. It was not a trap and she left her mind open for Gabrielle to sense that she was alone and unarmed.
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 09:09:18</strong>
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				She got into the car.&nbsp; It was either that, or make the other woman meet her halfway across the parking lot just so that it would seem that she wasn't going where she'd been "ordered," and her pride didn't extend to standing out in the snow at three fifteen in the morning.&nbsp; Gabrielle drank her coffee as she settled onto the seat, the snow on her dark hair as pale as the hand that brought the coffee cup to her lips.<br><br>"Come to Vermont often, Nadira?&nbsp; You have to visit a maple syrup farm before you go.&nbsp; You get to tap the tree yourself and fill up your own bottle.&nbsp; Just don't say 'Mrs. Butterworth,' around the farmers.&nbsp; Is there a reason I'm not in bed right now?"
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 17:53:35</strong>
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				The smell of coffee was enticing, but Nadie was trying to cut back, she had already had a full pot and the sun still had not risen. “It certainly is not for waffles and syrup or your charm, Gabrielle,” she retorted turning down the music and shifting to get a better look at her rival. She sighed heavily, might as well get the humiliation over with, “The truth is, I need your expertise to complete a job.” 
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 18:02:32</strong>
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				Taking a long sip of coffee let Gabrielle frame her response.&nbsp; It took her a moment to consider it.&nbsp; She'd been to colleagues in the field before when a job required some technical expertise or more than one person to complete successfully, but never before had she approached Nadira, or had Nadira come to her.&nbsp; They were too similar, they worked too close to each other in the same specialized field, for them to be anything but rivals competing for the same resources.&nbsp; Until now, that was.<br><br>"I see," she said at last, taking her cap off.&nbsp; Her Mexican mother had given her no deeper trace of her Spanish ancestry but hair and eyes, both black as the sky overhead.&nbsp; She was short, but there were small Irish as well, Eyre being where her father's people came.&nbsp; "Go on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 18:18:56</strong>
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				Not used to the cold weather, Nadira had the heater on full blast, its warm air blowing gently through her hair. She watched as the long black hair dropped from the cap and then stared directly into those black eyes, and laid out the details of the job, the auction of the amber foci, the shortened time frame to complete the job, and finally the magical lock on the safe. <br><br>“…you see I can get past the electronic surveillance, but the magical lock on the safe, that I cannot break. The job must take place three nights from now, when the owner is attending a huge holiday bash, the security will be lax at the penthouse, the man trusting in the dual protection of magic and electronics and magic.”<br><br>She paused for a moment, brushed a stray strand of hair from her eye and continued, “I have all the relevant info for you on this USB flash,” she picks up the red gadget from the dashboard. She left the question of cost unopened, knowing that Gabrielle would exact a high price for her assistance.
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 18:37:16</strong>
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				Tucking the flash into her Gabrielle looked into her coffee cup.&nbsp; Empty.&nbsp; A second cup now would preclude her from going back to sleep when she got back to Dad's, going without might leave her inclined to nod off at the dash.&nbsp; Damned if you do. . .<br><br>"I can do what you want, that's not the issue.&nbsp; If there was ever a door or lock of artifice or sorcery that I couldn't get by, open, seal, or evade, I haven't met it.&nbsp; So I can do it, right, but let's talk about will.&nbsp; Will I do it?&nbsp; I can think of a couple of good reasons why I should, but a couple of major ones why I shouldn't.&nbsp; If you pull this off, right under the nose of Orson Hamilton, they'll be talking about you for years.&nbsp; They'll talk about what a good thief you are, etcetera etcetera.&nbsp; It wouldn't be good for my reputation to let you pull ahead of our little race like this."
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 19:26:51</strong>
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				Hers was a lonely life, she had not celebrated Christmas in a long time, her mother dead since her birth, her father, an infamous gun runner in Africa did not believe in celebrating trivial holidays. She usually spent the time working or partying with people she barely knew, loosing herself to the pleasures of the body. In some ways she envied, Gabrielle her family, wished hers was more normal, but dwelling on the past was not what she needed at the moment.<br><br>Reaching in behind her seat, she slowly withdrew a thermos, giving into her need for coffee, pouring some in a waiting mug, she sipped at it showing her willingness to drink it before offering Gabrielle a second cup. She closed her eyes, relished the warm liquid flowing down her throat, before speaking. She had expected to give up the bragging rights, especially if she wanted to keep the lion’s share of the payoff, but her pride still fought against her words, “I am willing to give you full credit for the theft. What else do you want?”
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 19:45:17</strong>
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				She must really be desperate to do the job if she was willing to give her the credit, and more besides.&nbsp; Debt?&nbsp; Gabrielle hadn't heard anything about anyone looking to collect against Nadira, but hadn't been listening either.&nbsp; Hmmm.&nbsp; How much would she give?&nbsp; "I would expect at least one piece of the amber foci.&nbsp; I shouldn't have to explain why I want one."
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 20:05:38</strong>
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				“That I cannot give you Gabrielle, all pieces have already been spoken for,” she replies sipping at her coffee. She hated being this desperate, especially in front of her rival, promised herself that she would change, a promise she had made more than once before. <br><br>Next time she decided to break into Carvelli’s home to see his extraordinary collection of ancient African magicks, she would have to remember not to get caught. His price had been high, eight million in two installments, if she did not pay he would kill her, painfully. She had made the first payment easily enough and this job, if completed successfully would cover the second installment, which was due before the new year. 
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 20:20:44</strong>
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				She took a deep breath, and counted to ten.&nbsp; All that anger management shit kept her in the car, barely.&nbsp; "Then I get access to all the amber, for an hour.&nbsp; Then I return it to you to pass on to your client.&nbsp; I promise it will be in the same condition that you handed it to me in."<br><br>Cracking a knuckle, Gabrielle looked out her window and saw a car drive past the convenience store.&nbsp; Who else but thieves would be out at this ungoldy hour?&nbsp; "But there'll be something else I'll want, too."&nbsp; But what?&nbsp; What did she want from Nadira that she didn't already have?&nbsp; "Do you remember Columbia?"&nbsp; Even saying the name brought back uncomfortable memories of a brief, violent encounter in a forgotten jungle temple.
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 20:29:43</strong>
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				Putting her coffee mug down on the dash, Nadie brings her hand up to her chin, rubbing it while she decides if the risk is worth it, should she let Gabrielle have access to the amber, what choice did she really have. “You can have your hour with the amber, but I will need to be there.”<br><br>Shuddering at the thought of Columbia, she had been shot there, her left shoulder still ached just before it rained, despite the magically healing. “I remember.” Sighing deeply, too tired for word games, she went for the direct approach, “Look Gabrielle, I am desperate here, you know it and I know you know it. I cannot afford to give you part of the payoff, so just name your price. If it is not unreasonable, I will most likely accept it.”
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 22:29:52</strong>
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				When she got mad, it was all written in her cheeks and neck, which turned a bright shade of red as if she'd been slapped in the face.&nbsp; She put down her mug, harder than she meant to, spilling coffee on the new leather interior, and dabbed at it with her sleeve.&nbsp; "I'm getting there.&nbsp; Look, you got hurt, but that wasn't my fault.&nbsp; I certainly won't say that I'd have fallen into that spelltrap without you there, but your being there sure helped.&nbsp; I lost a year of real time to Xitlan's old puzzle, a year of my life I'm not getting back any time soon.&nbsp; What do I want for helping you?&nbsp; Alright, if you're desperate enough to agree to it, I'll get you in that safe for a year of a year of your life."<br><br>Gabrielle put her hands over her mouth.&nbsp; "I did not just say that."
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2006, 22:45:30</strong>
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				Amused she watched the anger play on her cheeks, the red was a beautiful shade, calmly she retorted, “It was not my fault you fell for the trap my dear, I tried to warn you and was shot for it.” She paused, considered the price, it was indeed high, and judging from her reaction an unexpected surprise to her as well. <br><br>“The offer is intriguing, tell me Gabrielle, what <em>exactly</em> do you mean by a year of my life?”
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 02:20:04</strong>
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				Now what was <em>she</em> playing at.&nbsp; This was taking a Twilight Zone direction.&nbsp; But then again. . .if she said yes. . .well, it wouldn't be any stranger than spending a year locked inside a Mayan puzzle cube.&nbsp; "I mean an old school pledge of service.&nbsp; For a year and a day, you'd pay me back by magically indebted servitude."<br><br>It sounded no less absurd for having been said; Gabrielle didn't even know of the ritual having been performed in the last century, but there, it was out.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 02:35:13</strong>
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				Sighing heavily, Nadira tries not to sound condescending, she already knew that she would need to accept the offer; it was not really an option. “Look Gabrielle, we both know I will need to accept your offer, I just want to know what I am getting into. Will I be able to work during the year of servitude? Will I be living with you? I am not really up on my magical history, what is magically indebted servitude?”
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 02:41:27</strong>
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				"You're kidding," is what she said.&nbsp; But then her quirky half-smile crept on her face, and she went forward with more confidence.&nbsp; "I draw an enchanted circle on the ground and have you lie down upon it.&nbsp; If you are willing, I place an empty vessel over your heart, and it is filled with a tangible representation of your servitude."&nbsp; She waved a hand.&nbsp; "The books I have are unclear about the exact nature of the token.&nbsp; For the course of that year and a day, you must do as I command you to do, or weaken.<br><br>"My intention would be to use your skills to help my own career, as well as getting amusement's worth.&nbsp; I can think of a few jobs easily enough that call for two, but I wouldn't have anyone I could trust on them, unless you agree to our little arrangement.&nbsp; The other details. . .well, I'm pretty much flying by the seat of my pants here, and I haven't worked them out yet."
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 02:50:35</strong>
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				“All right Gabrielle, you have a deal, following successful completion of this job, starting on New Years Day, I will enter into magical servitude for a year and a day. In addition, you will receive the credit for the job, as well as an hour with the amber foci under my supervision.” Nadie could not believe what she was saying, she was about to give a year of her life away to her rival.<br><br>“Did I miss anything?” she asks.
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 02:53:33</strong>
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				"That's. . . "<br><br>No, she didn't even know what that was.&nbsp; She didn't realize how desperate Nadira was, not until she looked ready to agree to those outragerous terms.&nbsp; Oh well, she decided.&nbsp; Just remember Xitlan's present before you get all bleeding hearted.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; Exactly so."
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 03:04:23</strong>
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				“Then I should let you return to your family for Christmas, we can work out the details on the 26th, I have most of it already planned out, the job takes place on the night of the 27th.” She hands an envelope, inside is a card key to her New York City hotel room. “It is the Donavon suite at the Westin”<br><br>*****<br><br>Gabrielle indeed returns to her family and enjoys the rest of her Christmas with her family, though her mind continually wanders to the deal she made with Nadira, was there some loophole? Why was she so desperate? Could she have gotten more out of her? All these questions plagued her.<br><br>Meanwhile, Nadira flew back to New York City, partied the rest of the morning, consuming vast quantities of alcohol and drugs. She dragged herself back to her hotel room, and fell into a deep stupor. She awoke hours later, never one to sleep long, finished her preparations for the heist. Gabrielle arrived the following day, by then Nadira was sober, no longer willing to drink or do drugs this close to the job. They went over the details, made a few small adjustments to the plans. Gabrielle reassured Nadira the lock would be simple, given the right witch. <br><br>The night came; the two of them waltzed into the heavily secured fortress of a penthouse, it was so easy, their skills so complimentary. They were in and out in less than fifteen minutes, no one the wiser, amber foci in hand. They drove to a safe house and for exactly an hour Gabrielle had full access to the amber foci. Nadira’s abilities were innate, magic had never been something she had studied, so she watched in bewilderment as Gabrielle chanted, played with each stone. Nadira’s main goal was to make sure that they were all returned to the case.<br><br>The hour passed, Nadira closed the case, dropped Gabrielle off at the airport. “I will see you in three days, call my cell and let me know when and where,” she said passing her the number. She delivered the amber foci to her contact, confirmed the wire transfer, and laundered the money before making arrangements to have four million transferred to Carvelli’s account at the appropriate time. She sent emails to all of her contacts, throwaway accounts all of them letting them know she would be taking a year off.<br><br>Preparations complete, she sat back and relaxed at her home in upstate New York and waited for the dreaded phone call. Was she really going to go through with this? A year of service to Gabrielle would certainly boost her standings, hopefully Nadira would be able to gain some ground after the year was up. She sighed heavily and waited.
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 13:52:43</strong>
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				The hardest thing about the week between Christmas and New Year, believe it or not, was going back home at nearly four in the morning and getting a world class tongue lashing like she had when she was a kid and been caught sneaking out after hours.&nbsp; Everything that happened after that, from Mass with the fam to studying the safe's schematics on her laptop to designing an opening charm went smooth as butter, and Gabrielle had two days to plan what she would do with the amber.<br><br>Getting in was easy, the only tense moment came when, on the way out, she'd recognized one of the party goes in a function at the hotel; an old client whom she'd resolved teh matter of disputed family heirlooms for, and wanted to take both ladies out for drinks.&nbsp; Gabrielle managed to get away with a rain check, and giggled senselessly about it all the way back to the safehouse.<br><br>She made the most of her hour, laying out three magical rituals with the aid of the foci.&nbsp; No ritual could be safely done in less than half an hour, but the witch shaved off precious seconds every step of the way, and dumped her own power into the matrix to hold everything together when she simple had to cut a step out, a step that would have been a stopvalve against an accident, and held the weave together by sheer force of stubborness.&nbsp; Nadira saw a lot of power worked that night, saw some things she might have been more comfortable never having glimpsed, but in the end, it was only an hour, and the precious shards of carved amber were unharmed, and Gabrielle had a deeper resevoir of power and favors from which to draw, thanks to the evening's work.&nbsp; It left her exhausted, and she crashed on the plane back to Vermont, and slept the next three days.<br><br>*****<br><br>New Year's Eve.&nbsp; Ten in the evening.&nbsp; A few overeager youngsters were setting off fire dragons in the sky in anticipation of midnight, but aside from that, the night was quiet, and cold, the new snowfall having barricaded the roads beneath a foot of frozen slush.&nbsp; It might give her some reprieve, that.&nbsp; With the roads closed, the odds were that flights would be cancelled or delayed, and the highways could be braved at Gabrielle's peril.&nbsp; That out to give her a day or two more of freedom.<br><br>But then Nadira had the sense of. . .contact.&nbsp; It was as if her brain's receptor's had fired as they would on seeing a familiar face, though she was alone in the house.&nbsp; But there was a voice, too, a voice that came out of the air in front of her.&nbsp; "Nadira," it said.&nbsp; The voice. . .Gabrielle!&nbsp; She appeared before her, a spectral image.&nbsp; "Nadira, it's me," the spectre said.&nbsp; "Bring me across."&nbsp; She held out her hand.
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 17:00:40</strong>
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				Nadira was sober, had been since the job, wanting to have her wits about her at the fateful meeting with Gabrielle. At home, she wore sweats and a sweatshirt, and a pair of black moccasins, none of which demonstrated her wealth.<br><br>A bit surprised by the appearance of the spectral image, she rose from her position on the couch and walked over to it. She smiled, keeping her hands to her sides, “Always like to show off, don’t you” she thinks. At that she reaches out and grasps the hand. 
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				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 18:29:35</strong>
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				A fleshy hand touches a ghostly one, and then there were two women in the room.&nbsp; Gabrielle wore a black evening dress with matching shoes and purse, and carried an overnight bag.&nbsp; &nbsp;She rubbed her bare arms, surprised at the chill, and looked around Nadira's home.&nbsp; It had an unlived in feel, despite knowing that it was the other woman's permanent address.&nbsp; It felt. . .unloved?&nbsp; Neglected?&nbsp; She shrugged, unable to put her finger on it.&nbsp; "Hello to you too.&nbsp; It it snowing down here?&nbsp; We were only getting light powder.&nbsp; Do you have anything with sugar in it?&nbsp; Orange juice or chocolate or something.&nbsp; Transportation takes it out of you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 18:56:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking out the large double doors to the estate one could see a foot of snow in the outdoor lights, with more still to come. “Good evening Gabrielle, you look lovely as always,” she says before beckoning her to follow. She had dismissed the help for the day, letting them celebrate the coming New Year with their families. They were not to return until the later in the week.<br><br>As they walked through the hallway, it too was barren of any personal items; it was not until they reached the kitchen, that this changed. The large kitchen had a warmth to it, dark red tones, a large fireplace in one corner, copper pots and pans hung above a large island, the refrigerator was huge, there were two doors off to the side, one slightly ajar leading to a walking in closet. The other had a temperature gauge attached to it and was used for wine storage, though it was not obvious unless you were a connoisseur. Off to the side in an ice bucket is a bottle of champagne, a Krug, Clos du Mesnil 1995.<br><br>“Will dark chocolate do?” she asks, reaching into the pantry and pulling out a large black wrapper, the words on it are French and a number on in it indicates it’s 72% cocoa. She slides the bar across the island towards Gabrielle. <br><br>“After you have recovered, perhaps you will share a toast to the last hours of my freedom with me,” she asks, opening the bottle of champagne and pouring it into two fluted glasses.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 19:37:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The comparison between the small Gabrielle and a young child was immistakable when she looked out the French doors and saw all that beautiful snow lying new fallen on the ground.&nbsp; One expected her to run out immediately and begin hurling snowballs, laughing as her pale cheeks flushed.<br><br>She did not seem to warm to the house until they reached the kitchen.&nbsp; "This place is larger than my first apartment!" she remarked.&nbsp; The brightly polished copper pots and pans seemed fascinating to her, as did the brick fireplace and the appliances on the counter.&nbsp; "Dark chocolate is fine.&nbsp; I just need the sugar.&nbsp; This one time I had to get out of a situation in a real hurry, and I ended up near Fisherman's Wharf in San Fran.&nbsp; Luckily, there was a doughnut shop nearby.&nbsp; I went through two boxes of holes and four cinnamon lattes before I got settled.&nbsp; Last time I tried a transcontinental jump, let me tell you.&nbsp; Vermont to New York is nothing by comparison."<br><br>Setting her bag down, she lifted her chapagne flute and dinged it agaisnt Nadira's.&nbsp; "To your last hours of freedom.&nbsp; Spend them in joy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 19:46:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nadira dinged her glass and drank to the toast, though her heart was not truly into it. She would miss her carefree lifestyle, the ability to go when and where she wanted, to party. Grabbing the bottle and her glass, she moved to the large worn, scratched antique oak table. It seemed out of place in the ultra-modern home, but it was obvious it meant something to Nadie, as she sat down, her fingers caressing the edges.<br><br>She pushed out a chair with her foot, offering it to Gabrielle, “Please have a seat. Tell me what you need for this ritual, have you figured out what token you will need?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 20:34:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting down, Gabrielle crossed her legs.&nbsp; Her fishnet hose had great effect here.&nbsp; Short or not, the witch had great legs, and knew how to dress to accentuate them.&nbsp; The overnight bag found its way to the tabletop, and she gave it a pat.&nbsp; "Everything I need, I have right here.&nbsp; The token will take the form of a perfectly smooth crystal sphere.&nbsp; When I place it over your heart, it will fill with a blue fire that will burn through the year, and extinguish when you are free.<br><br>"Look," she said, taking Nadira's hand.&nbsp; "I know you don't have extensive magical schooling, so I have to tell you some things.&nbsp; One thing everyone knows, no matter the flavor, is that when you begin a ritual, you don't stop, no matter what.&nbsp; Bad things happen when you do.&nbsp; Once you go in that circle, there's no way out until I'm done.&nbsp; If you try to stop me, it will not go well.&nbsp; I'm drawing a circle of protection on the floor, inverted.&nbsp; Anything goes wrong, you get the backlash.&nbsp; Please understand that going into it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 20:47:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could not help but stare at her legs; they had not spent much time together, except for those few nights where it was all business between them. Now, tonight was the first time she took the time to admire Gabrielle, she was beautiful.<br><br>She puts down the flute of champagne and places her hand on top of Gabrielle's she says, ignoring the condescending tone of the woman in front of her, "I understand it Gabrielle. You did not coercive me into this deal, I made it willingly and though I may not like giving up my freedom, I will not go back on that promise we made a week ago. I will not interfere with the ritual." <br><br>She sighs heavily and adds, "Well since you are here early and is there anything else you would like to know before I submit myself to you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 02:30:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly the champagne no longer tasted so sweet.&nbsp; Gabrielle had been about to remark that it tasted a bit like victory, but she let the quip go.&nbsp; Plenty of time for feeling superior later, when Nadira saw what she'd gotten herself into.&nbsp; She wasn't a cruel person by nature, but she'd missed Bobby's sixteenth birthday because of Columbia, and revenge, dish, cold, and all like that.&nbsp; "How about giving me a tour of the house?&nbsp; I might as well crash here after we finish, and I'll admit I was always curious about where you lived.&nbsp; Do you live here alone?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 04:30:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"This is my main home, at least the one I live in when working in the United States and yes I do live here alone, although there is help that comes in to do cleaning, cooking when I am not in the mood, gardening and such." She rose from her seat, offered Gabrielle a hand up, pulling here from her seat easily. "Bring your bag, we can drop it off in the bedroom," as they left the kitchen and entering an entry way, which included several hallways, one leading to the living room, and another to the guest rooms. <br><br>As they walked towards the guest rooms; Gabrielle got the feeling that the tour was just the highlights. "This is one of the guest bedrooms, each one on this floor has its own bathroom, complete with shower and Jacuzzi tub." she said opening the door, it look cold and barren, unused. There were several more along the loop which returned them to an entry way, all unused.<br><br>“Will you be staying in the master suite?” she asked, expecting that Gabrielle would exact revenge on her in every way possible. “Also I need you to sign some electronic paperwork before the ritual. It states that though you will have access to my assets, but you will not relieve me of any of them. I hope that is acceptable.” She climbed the grand staircase; the crystal chandelier also looked old and antique. Upstairs appeared to be her private sanctuary, her personal space. <br><br>There were two large doors off the main landing, one lead to a large room, which Nadira used as both an office and a library. Perusing the books revealed she did have a good grasp of magic and was perhaps not as naïve as she said she was about its rituals. The office seemed orderly, clean, neat, and very different than the lifestyle Nadira seem to live. A laptop could be seen on the desk, its pale light illuminating the keyboard. “We will return here to sign that paperwork.” A large portrait of an African male was hung just above the desk.<br><br>“And finally, the master suite,” she said pushing open the doors. It was dominated by a large king sized poster bed. Off to the side there was a sitting area, with a wood burning fireplace, a door lead off to a bathroom, all marble, larger than most apartments in New York City. The other door led to a walk-in closet, with many pairs of shoes, expensive looking clothes, and jackets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 14:28:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was impressed, and not shy at all about showing it.&nbsp; Good manners forbade her from commenting, however, on what she saw as a lot of waste, a lot of sad emptiness in a house that could house her entire extended family comfortbly used to house Nadira.&nbsp; When she was in town.&nbsp; "You must be doing well for yourself, then.&nbsp; Don't worry, I don't have designs on your property."<br><br>Setting her bag down across the bed in the master suite, Gabrielle giggled and sprawled across the bed, legs and arms akimbo, and still did not reach the edges.&nbsp; "I could get used to this.&nbsp; Mind, I'd go crazy after a week, but it'd be a hell of a week.&nbsp; Are you ready, Nadira?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 16:43:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched as Gabrielle frolicked on her bed, a string pulling at her heart. Yes should be carefree, do drugs and alcohol, party, but she knew all of it was to escape her loneliness, to avoid thinking about the family life and friends she never really had. In truth, the year that she was about to spend with Gabrielle was the longest she would be spending with any one person. It was almost worth not having her freedom....almost. "I am not doing poorly, but then I am sure you were already aware of that."<br><br>Answering her question politely, Nadira stated plainly, "I will be once you sign the paperwork, it is not that I don't trust....well actually I don't trust you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 18:19:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing all the while, she signed the forms that Nadira put in front of her.&nbsp; She gave them a careful reading; not fool enough for that, but she placed her e-signature on them before deigning to share the joke.&nbsp; "Dear, I'm touched you think that my word's worth anything.&nbsp; But let's be honest for a moment here.&nbsp; I'm a thief.&nbsp; If I wanted to steal from you, these forms you're having me do up wouldn't stop me.&nbsp; I said it before, though.&nbsp; I have all the money I need, and I'm not about to start carving up pieces of your fortune.&nbsp; Your da?" she asked, indicating the portrait of the African man.<br><br>From inside her overnight bag, Gabrielle took out a smaller case, more of a box, really, with shiny brass hinges and cornerplates.&nbsp; Passing a hand over it, the box's hidden mechanism opened with a click, and she took out a piece of red chalk from inside.&nbsp; "I need a place to draw the circle, somewhere chalk will come up easy from the floor."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 18:28:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When each of the forms was signed, they were immediately sent via encrypted email to each of her lawyers. She had already made arrangements to have all communication severed with her lawyers, accountants, and that they are to take no requests from her to transfer assets until a year and day from the date on the form. Having Gabrielle sign the forms was just a precaution, business was business. “Yes that is my father, he had that portrait done many years ago and sent it to me as a gift; he is a bit…arrogant.”<br><br>“If the circle does not have to be too large, the bathroom will do, there is a lot of floor space in there; we would just need to remove the rug.” Leading Gabrielle to the bathroom, it is indeed large, done in black and white marble its contrast stark and yet stunning. She removes the large rug from the floor, rolling it up and placing it just outside the door. Hopping up on the sink counter, she watches Gabrielle, “Is there anything about the ritual you are not telling me? Such as will there be pain involved?” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 18:33:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kneeling down, the small woman began to trace a large cirlce on the floor.&nbsp; Circle being defined generously, of course, it was really more of an ovoid, but it was the close shape that mattered.&nbsp; At every five paces, she made a mark on the inside of the circle, strange characters with a spidery and pointed alphabet, the terminus of each letter oriented towards the center of the circle.&nbsp; Soon enough, she was done, and washing her hands in the sink.&nbsp; "I'm not telling you a lot about the ritual, but nothing that really changes the way it'll work towards you.&nbsp; I'm told that the actual token itself can be slightly tiring, but it shouldn't be anything too severe or dramatic.&nbsp; You know I prefer my stuff to be low key.<br><br>"We're ready to start here.&nbsp; Go lie down in the circle, you can put a towel under your head to be comfortable if you want.&nbsp; It'll take about half an hour.&nbsp; Once I close the circle, my warnings go into effect.&nbsp; Do you have any last minute questions, do you need to use the toilet or anything?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 18:44:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabrielle’s magic was always intriguing and Nadira wondered as she often had, how long it had taken the woman to become an expert at it, or what she had to do to gain her spells. Hopping off the sink avoiding the red chalk line, she smiled “No, no more questions, I am ready.”<br><br>On impulse, she leaned over and kissed Gabrielle’s cheek; “be gentle with me,” she grinned, stepped into the circle and laid down her hands underneath her head, her eyes focused on the woman standing above her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 19:32:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The circle had to be sealed to contain the power, and the only way to seal it was with blood.&nbsp; It was a mark of her skill that she only needed a drop or two, instead of killing a living creature to achieve the effect, but no matter how practiced or powerful, the spell demanded a sacrifice, some pain.&nbsp; Gabrielle took a needle and pricked her fingertip, letting the single red drop fall on the chalk line, after having made sure it was intact in a continuous loop around Nadira.<br><br>Immediately, the chalk began to glow, to hum.&nbsp; Inside the circle, Nadira felt as if she had stepped inside a static electricity field.&nbsp; There was an definate sense of power, of energy flowing through the circuit but it was warm, and rubbed against her skin like a great cat prowling in the jungle.<br><br>Over the next half hour, Gabrielle spoke the words in an alien tongue.&nbsp; Sometimes she chanted, sometimes she sang, sometimes she whispered, sometimes screamed.&nbsp; Nothign else happened, though.&nbsp; No lightshow, no invokations or confurations, just a woman walking around and around the circle, making noise.<br><br>On the last pass, she dipped into her box one last time, and came back to the circle holding a marble, a perfect sphere of transparent glass, empty and hollow.&nbsp; Sweat poured down her face, and her eyes had gone to a color even darker than their normal black, as if the emptiness of space itself was crawling across her soul.&nbsp; She approached the circle, marble in hand. . . 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 19:48:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lay still in that circle, even as the static tickled along her body, she could feel the power swirl around her, strangely arousing as it played along her skin. She was fascinated by the alien tongue that spewed from Gabrielle’s mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>As Gabrielle approached her with those dark eyes, she fought the need to interfere, fear playing across her eyes at the power the woman held, but she remained still. Allowed her to complete the ritual she had started the one Nadira had submitted to willingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 19:59:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking to the edge of the circle, Gabrielle held out her hand, and let go of the little glass token.&nbsp; A wind caressed the dark curls as the bead fell. . .and stopped in midair, a foot from the crown.&nbsp; Gentle currents floated it across, to Nadira's prone body, and it rolled on her sweats, across her hip and belly, to the valley between her breasts where it rested above her heart.&nbsp; The glow of the chalk circle intensified, making the ligth in the room burn red, a scarlet red, a crimson red, the red of roses and desire, and Nadira felt <em>something</em> moving from her heart into the cool glass on her breat, filling it with blue fire.<br><br>Gabrielle swooned, and caught herself on the edge of the sink, as the light burned brighter and brighter.&nbsp; There was warmth, but not a painful heat, covering her body, but the light was blinding. . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 20:10:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nadira wants to keep her eyes, open watch the rest of the ritual, but as the light brightens she closes them tightly, feeling the marble roll rather than watching it. At the tug of her <em> life </em> being pulled from her heart, she again wonders if this was such a smart idea, allowing herself to step into another's ritual without fully understanding the ramifications. Sighing at her stupidity, she waits for its completion.<br><br>As the warmth consumes her, she wishes that she had disrobed for the ritual, her sweat causing her shirt and sweat pants to cling to her body, showing off her lean figure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 20:26:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The light reached a lurid peak f intensity, to keep one's eyes open was to see nothing but red, red, red.&nbsp; Just as it seemed that it would blnid them, growing even brighter still, it vanished, leaving behind a vacuum of dark just as blinding as the light.&nbsp; In the moment it took their eyes to adjust to the now dim light above the sink, the marble had rolled off of her body, over the now useless and spent chalk diagrams, and ended up at Gabrielle's feet.&nbsp; Nadira could see that there was an open blue flame inside the sphere, burning like a candle behind a hurricane cap.&nbsp; Gabrielle picked it up, and stroked the smooth, cool surface, and it felt for all the world like her finger tips also brushed against Nadira's chest, where the orb had rested.<br><br>"OK, it's done.&nbsp; I accept your service, Nadira.&nbsp; For one year and one day this flame will burn, symbolizing the bondage between us.&nbsp; At any distance, I can reach you with my magic, and no mortal shielding can deflect whatever spell I cast upon you.&nbsp; You cannot through any action cause me harm, or through inaction allow harm to come to me and, while you are not going to obey my commands like a robot, I have certain means to enforce my will upon you.&nbsp; Does that shower work?&nbsp; Because I really need to wash the sweat off me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 20:42:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was done, she watched, her eyes affixed to it as the marble rolled to Gabrielle’s feet, as she picked it up, the fiery blue energy of her life force held within. It was done, and she felt no different physically, did not feel compelled to do what she was asked and yet as Gabrielle explained that she was vulnerable to all forms of attack, she was both terrified, having seen her magical abilities and exhilarated. It was done.<br><br>She rolled over and pushed off the floor, rising in one smooth motion to stand before her new Mistress. “Both the shower and bath work my dear, you should find all you need to wash within, unless you need someone to scrub your back…” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2006, 14:37:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing, Gabrielle reached behind her and got the zipper to her evening dress.&nbsp; Beneath it, she wore only the flimsiest bit of thread that still conceivably be called a thong; her breasts being too small and firm to need much in the way of support.&nbsp; Her body was supple; that gym membership was a pretty good investment, all things considered, with a flat stomach and tight, boyish bottom.&nbsp; "That sounds like a splendid plan, ducky.&nbsp; Anyway, now that I have you at my mercy, yanno, having done it and gone through with it and all, there's something I always wanted to ask you."<br><br>Stepping out of her underwear, she lay her clothes neatly on the sink, and put her hands on her hips.&nbsp; Nadira could see a little tattoo on her hip, a fleur de lise in blue and black ink.&nbsp; She'd had a Brazillian recently, too.&nbsp; "Why didn't you ever try to have me taken out?&nbsp; I gave you more than enough reason."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>30-11-2006, 17:47:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Perhaps a half a head taller than the witch that stood before her, Nadira gazed openly as she removed the evening dress, the thong not too surprising, she had always suspected a wild side to Gabrielle. She is stunning. Not one to wear underwear at home, Nadira removes her sweatshirt and pants to stand completely nude in front of the mirror and Gabrielle. She is completely hairless, except for the hair on her head, and more curiously has not a single blemish, scar, nor scratch on her lithe form. <br><br>Her skin is perfectly smooth and one solid color, chocolate, her breasts larger than the witch’s, though still firm. She is lean, muscular, with curves in all the right places, has the perfect dancer’s body. She steps past Gabrielle, walks behind the glass door and turns on the wall shower, water sprays from over a dozen spouts, rains down from the ceiling and she beckons Gabrielle to join her.<br><br>Once under the spray of the warm water she answers the question, “You are my greatest competition and I enjoy a challenge, without the game between us, I believe neither of us would be as great as we are today.” Soaking her hair in the water, she leans forward and looks down at the witch, “The same question could be asked of you, you obviously still hold the grudge of loosing a year of your life, why not get rid of me?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2006, 22:12:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Only wet did Gabrielle's hair lose the light curls that usually framed her face, and she cast it back over her shoulders to cling down the arch of her back, turning beneath the spray of water, which required that she stand quite close to the taller woman.&nbsp; She didn't seem to mind, or seem surprised at all that Nadira was so comfortable with the development.&nbsp; "Because I'm not a murderer," she said.&nbsp; "I'm not saying I haven't, when I had to, but it's not the way I do business.<br><br>Lathering a bath-sponge, she handed it over and turned her back to Nadira.&nbsp; "Did your dad know?&nbsp; That you were bisexual, I mean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>30-11-2006, 22:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sliding those curls aside, her fingers gliding against the firm shoulder, enjoying the smooth skin underneath, gently she scrubs along Gabrielle’s back, starting at the shoulders and working her way down. Her touch is firm, soothing and practiced her other hand working out any knots, massaging the muscles underneath the bronze skin. She continues to the lower back, concentrating along the spine and tailbone, loosing any muscles she finds. Her bottom too receives lavish attention, kneading each cheek as she scrubs, sensual but not overstepping any bounds. Her fingers tracing the pattern of the fleur de lie, along her hip, before continuing.<br><br>She works her way down the right leg, crouching in the steamy water as she glides the bath-sponge, her fingers working their magic. She returns to Gabrielle’s bottom and moves down her left leg, scrubbing, massaging. Once done, she stands and hands the sponge back to the witch. “He knows and encourages it, when I worked for him, he found it…useful.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 00:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My parents don't," she said.&nbsp; Taking the sponge, she stepped closer yet, almost skin to skin with the thief.&nbsp; "It may be that we'll visit them in the next year.&nbsp; I don't want to use you as a way to come out, but if we can't control ourselves, it may happen."&nbsp; And with that, she lifted up the sponge and began to move it in a slow, smooth circle across Nadira's belly, using firm, even motions of her wrist.&nbsp; Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breaths; perhaps it was having caught sight of the brown-skinned woman kneeling she had seen reflected in the glass doors of the shower.<br><br>"Do you think we'll be able to keep our hormones in check?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 00:59:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“If you need me too in front of your family, of course. However when we are alone I have no such intentions,” she whispered, her fingers titling Gabrielle’s chin as she bent down and kissed her passionately on the lips. Breaking the kiss, she absently running her fingers through Gabrielle’s wet hair, sliding it behind her ears.<br><br>“Tell me, Gabrielle, now that you have me under your spell, what are your intentions?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 02:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had just one second to consider it before Nadira's lips closed on hers, one second to think about whether or not this was a good idea, or if it would just complicate things more than they needed to be complicated.&nbsp; She went with her passion, in the end.&nbsp; Gabrielle's mouth was open when Nadira kissed it, her lips tasting of berries and chocolate and the champagne she'd drunk earlier.<br><br>Breaking off, she looked Nadira up and down.&nbsp; Her body was so nicely firm, only made more appetizing by the beads of water collecting on her smooth arms and running across her body.&nbsp; "Don't you have a glimmer of an idea?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 02:49:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Never shy when she wanted something, Nadira watched Gabrielle’s eyes, still black from the ritual she had performed moment ago, as they kissed. Questions swirled around in her head, but there would be time for questions, for now she would enjoy a shower with a beautiful and powerful witch.<br><br>“I have many ideas, but I want to hear it from you.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 03:05:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hands so strong shaping the currents of magic were as gentle as down as they slipped onto Nadira's thigh, and traced delicate paths around front, to her smooth and hairless sex.&nbsp; "I intend to exploit you utterly, Nadira, and take you in your own bed."&nbsp; Gabrielle smiled, and took a step backwards, out of the water and pressed herself flat against the wall, her hair swung around to make a veil of sorts, hiding her breasts and belly beneath the wet, black trails.&nbsp; "Unless you convince me that there's no reason to leave the shower, my pretty slave girl."&nbsp; A little laugh showed that the comment was half in jest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 04:11:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft purr can be heard as Gabrielle traced delicate patterns along her thigh, her sex slightly moist. Slowly, she dropped to the floor, her eyes focused on the witch, as she lowered to her knees. She flipped her black hair onto her back, warm water spraying in front of her. Once kneeling on the smooth stone, Nadira crawled the few steps towards Gabrielle, her head still raised high. Once at her feet, she kissed each of them, before kissing up the lean muscles of her left leg up to the knee. There she nibbled gently at the soft skin just behind the knee as her hands slid up along her outer thighs to the firm buttocks. <br><br>She kneaded each cheek, as she licked along the inner thigh working her way towards the smooth hairless sex. Resting her lips along those outer lips, she kissed them, her tongue sliding through and flicking the clit. Continuing the jest, she whispered, warm air playing along her sex, “How am I doing, Mistress?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 04:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was like something out of a dream, one she'd had on and off ever since she'd met Nadira.&nbsp; She'd known, or strongly suspected, that she had a taste for women, and it was so eddyfying to be right.&nbsp; She rested her fingers on Nadira's head, a smile on her lips, and her arousal evident as that flicking tongue comes against her clit and meets the damp, musky taste of her arousal.&nbsp; "So far so good.&nbsp; Did I ever tell you that I studied Trictan sexual magics in Chile?&nbsp; I think you might find this interesting. . .the spell is called Hundred Hands.&nbsp; See if you can guess why."&nbsp; A gesture and a word, and Nadira had the impression of a dozen or more hands, small, large, hard, soft, running along her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, running in between the cheeks of her ass, and sliding along her slit.<br><br>As Nadira was first experiencing the effects of the spell, Gabrielle crouched down, kissing her deeply, drawing tongue and lips into her mouth to suckle on them, what her sister always called a "soul kiss."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 05:05:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;“Oh….wow…this spell is amazing,” she managed as she moaned in pleasure as the invisible hands roamed all over her body, “but for our first time,” she moaned, trying to resist the light touches of the spell “I would like no magic, just the two of us making our own.” As she finished speaking, Gabrielle crouched before her; she returned her sudden kiss passionately, deepening it still, her tongue tasting of Gabrielle’s sweet nectar and champagne. <br><br>&nbsp;Embracing the petite woman before her, she lifted her, cradled her like a groom would his new bride, their mouths still locked in a soul kiss and carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently on the soft purple comforter, Nadira climbed along side her, her hands gliding along her body, mimicking the touches of the spell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 12:23:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Spoilsport," Gabrielle pouted.&nbsp; "You're a big old spoilsport," she said as Nadira picked her up as easily as if she'd been a doll and carried her to bed.&nbsp; She'd liked playing in the shower, the big walk in with its glass walls, she vowed, would feature prominently in her activities in the days to come, but she was happy enough to be placed on the bad, her legs parting and hands running alongside Nadira's flank.&nbsp; Smaller or no, she felt in control of the situation, and that was an aphrodisiac almost as alluring as Nadira's naked body.&nbsp; Bowing her head, she took one dark brown breast into her mouth, tongue flicking across the nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 18:18:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Color me a bit of a romantic, we can always return to the shower later,” she whispered softly against the witch’s skin. Her leg sliding between the witch’s legs, the water allowed her to glide along her inner thigh. She moaned softly as Gabrielle took her breast, her leg slipping from its position as she rolled on to her back, showing her surrender to the smaller woman, sighing heavily. It was unlike her to give up control, let alone this easily, but tonight under the tender caresses of Gabrielle, she would.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 18:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving with Nadira was being led in a dance.&nbsp; As soon as the thief rolled onto her back, Gabrielle came up, swinging her leg around so that she straddled the taller woman, knees at her hips, and chests rubbing together in a slow, delicious tease.&nbsp; "I don't think I would have been able to trust you enough to let you see me like this if it hadn't been for the ritual.&nbsp; Now I'm only sorry I didn't suggest it sooner.&nbsp; You're beautiful, Nadira.&nbsp; I want to eat you all up. . ."&nbsp; Kissing her, she began to rub her hips down against her lover, pressing their hairless slits together.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 19:17:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In a breathless whisper she replied, “There was a moment…just before things spiraled out of control in Columbia where all I wanted to do was take you on those temple steps.” Her hands slid along Gabrielle’s flanks, as she deepened the kiss, her tongue eagerly seeking a second taste, her moan becoming a low hum felt rather than heard as their bodies danced. Breaking the kiss briefly, “You were right not to trust me,” she admitted before pressing her lips to Gabrielle’s.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 19:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving and taking from Nadira was not a simple thing of dominating the other woman.&nbsp; As much as she tried, Nadira rolled it over and ended up playing her strings as much as she tried to play hers.&nbsp; Neither of them really led the dance, though they both fought sweetly for it, rolling atop each other, first the witch beneath, then the thief, and then on their sides, kissing and playing their hands across each other's moist insides.&nbsp; Gabrielle tried to force Nadira onto her back, but she wasn physically unable to move the woman, and pouted instead, a dissapointment that melted when her breasts were kissed and she sighed.&nbsp; "But can you trust me?&nbsp; I can be cruel to you now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 20:54:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolled with Gabrielle, most of the time struggling to be the dominant but every once in a while she unpredictably allowed Gabrielle to top her, though she did loose fairly several times, as the witch learnt her weakness; nibbling along her neck, shoulders, breasts. Kissing up her breast, along her neck towards her ear, down her jaw, she stopped, her lips brushing against her lover’s, “I don’t trust you,” she whispered before kissing the smaller woman’s lips passionately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 12:54:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It couldn't be denied any longer, that their play had been leading up to this.&nbsp; Groaning with the ache of her own arousal, her own need, Gabrielle ame up atop Nadira, and slid one finger into the smooth dampness between Nadira's thighs.&nbsp; "Are you a needy lover?&nbsp; Do you need more than just one finger to come, or is it enough?&nbsp; Do you need this too?"&nbsp; Her thumb began to press down over her clit, making a soft touch of pressure as her finger slid.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 19:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned as she reached up and caressed Gabrielle’s petite breasts, moaning as her lover slid her finger inside, her soft, warm folds greedily pulling the finger in deeper. She flicked the nipples, pulled and twirled them as Gabrielle’s thumb pressed against her clit, she gasped, her eyes aflame with lust, “I am a needy lover, Gabrielle.” She slid her hand up her breast to her neck, wrapping her fingers around the back of it and pulling her lover down to her. She kissed her lips, her tongue forcing its way into her mouth, hungry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 21:07:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hand working as deftly as if she was playing the keys on a piano, Gabrielle slid her fingers in and out of Nadira's wet sex.&nbsp; Here and there her thumb pressed down, now light, now hard, now lingering, now leaving, on the clit as she went.&nbsp; Her mouth met Nadira's kiss, dropped to her breasts, lips and teeth working together to nip and sucke, and then going back up to kiss her again.&nbsp; Her dark eyes were smoky in the light of the bedroom as she looked at her lover, feeling flame inside her loins as she pleasured the demanding woman.&nbsp; Her own body language spoke of her rising desire.&nbsp; Hips rocking, thighs pressed together, open mouthed, panting lust, that was what she felt as the two women played.&nbsp; "I thought you might be.&nbsp; Do you want me to kiss it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 21:41:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned and gasped at her lover’s kisses, the fingers inside of her, the thumb pressing against her, shifting underneath her as she squirmed, her own hands sliding up and down her flanks. She slid one hand down to the petite woman’s firm butt, the other she placed on the bed for leverage. She flipped them with only a sudden gleam in her emerald eyes given her away. Now on top, she grinned devilishly, grabbing the witch’s hands and placing them above her head, pulling out the silk rope hidden beneath her pillow. She quickly and expertly tied Gabrielle’s hands together, tying them to the headboard, only then did she answer, “Yes, I do want you to kiss it.”<br><br>Kissing her passionately and deeply, she slid down her body, taking a breast into her mouth, nipping at it, and licking it, before gliding down to her sex. She slid a finger in, enjoying the heat of the woman as she ran her tongue the length of her slit, from where her finger was sliding to her clit, swirling around she flicked it gently, smiling, “So, are you a needy lover?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>04-12-2006, 03:23:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So quickly, in real life struggles and in the bed, that the balance of power shifted, and Gabrielle, who thought she was in control just a moment ago, found herself tied to the bed by silk.&nbsp; Tied!&nbsp; A witch unable to use her hands could not use magic, and fear flashed in her dark eyes to be so quickly helpless.&nbsp; But she relaxed, she made herself relax.&nbsp; Nadira couldn't harm her, nothing bad was going to happen to her.<br><br>In fact, something quite nice was happening to her.&nbsp; Her breasts were responsive enough that the bites and licks made her arch her back deeply, and moan.&nbsp; And as Nadira began to tease her sex, she began whimpering.&nbsp; "No. . .I'm. . .ahhh. . not needy at all.&nbsp; Very easy. . .ahhhh. . .actually.&nbsp; Just any little bit can. ..ohhhhh. . .make me come. . "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>04-12-2006, 03:48:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Perhaps in the next year we can work on your endurance.” Removing her finger, she licked down the witch’s sex slowly, writing arcane symbols with her tongue while she went until she was at her entrance, there she slowly wiggled her tongue inside, sucking as her lips pressed against her sex. She slid her finger up to the clit, rolling the pearl gently, her other hand she kneaded the woman firm bottom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>04-12-2006, 14:12:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a great, slow crash, Gabrielle began to spasm on the mattress, thrusting her hips and sinuously arching her back into Nadira's attention.&nbsp; She was quiet, but hissed out a sigh between her clenched teeth and bitten lip as she came, her thighs squeezing around the other woman's head.&nbsp; By the time she was finished, however, it was clear that the satisfaction she'd just had in no way had diminished her appetite, and her eyes were sloe with hunger as she looked down the taut length of her body.&nbsp; "More. . .please, more."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>04-12-2006, 17:36:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nadira relished in the witch’s coming, her desire and lust becoming more heated as she licked and fingered the smaller woman, moaned as she squeezed her head. She heard the cries for more, but resisted them, instead she snaked up the Gabrielle’s body, kissing, licking and nipping as she went, until she was above her mouth once again. Holding herself there, her hands placed on either side of her head, their bodies pressed lightly together, she bent her elbows and kissed her passionately, sharing the taste of her sweet nectar. She stayed there for an eternity, denying any release, feeding their passion, kissing, licking, biting, staring into those smoky eyes.<br><br>Finally sliding further, her breasts close to the woman’s mouth, she used her teeth to untie the knot keeping the witch’s hands secure. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>04-12-2006, 19:23:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nadira was far and away one of the better lovers she'd had in a long while.&nbsp; Her body had near fotgotten how good it could feel, when she had a skilled lover to share her bed.&nbsp; And Gabrielle was determined to give as good as she got; it was only fair, after all.&nbsp; When Nadira released her hands, the little woman ceased suckling at her breasts and slid out from beneath her with a slippery ease, suddenly behind, arms wrapped around her waist and fingers playing across her belly, one taking the path up, to fondle her hanging breasts, and the other creeping down, to give attention to her pussy.&nbsp; "Thank you for that, my dear.&nbsp; Do you have a toy we could use?&nbsp; I didn't bring mine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>04-12-2006, 20:28:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her arms wavered as Gabrielle played with her sex and she collapsed to the bed in a fit of giggles, unable to answer the question, enjoying the feel of a woman on top of her. The laughter subsided and she turned and faced the smaller woman, “There is a well stocked trunk underneath the bed, you should find what you want there.” She ran her fingers through the witch’s dark hair, sighing as they slipped through, it had been too long since she had been with an equal, always she had taken control, she had been the dominant. She rose up and kissed Gabrielle, pressing their bodies together tightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>05-12-2006, 12:17:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking the time to enjoy that long, leisurely kiss before slipping off the bed to investigate the promised trunk, Gabrielle shuddered at the feel of Nadira's body beneath her, smooth and soft, yet firm all at once.&nbsp; Gods, she loved that woman's body, the feel of it, the sight of it. . .<br><br>In a moment, she was back at Nadira's side, a dildo in hand and a smile on her lips.&nbsp; She took that toy, and began to rub it against her own sex, coating the smooth shaft with her own juices.&nbsp; "Go back up on all fours so I can be behind you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>05-12-2006, 17:22:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Gabrielle slid off the bed, Nadira moved to pull her back, not wanting to be separated from her for even a moment, but the sight of her bending over to investigate the trunk stop her, all she could do was gawk at her body, petite yet with perfect curves. She watched her every movement, until the smaller woman returned to her bed with the dildo. <br><br>As she rubbed it along her sex, Nadira licked her lips. She rolled over and rose to her knees, kissing Gabrielle before facing the head of the bed, she grinned over shoulder at the witch, wet with anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>05-12-2006, 19:24:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Using her own wetness as the lubricant, Gabrielle pressed the head of the shaft into Nadira, using little half-twists of her wrist as she made a languid path back and forth.&nbsp; Shallow little cuts did it, a little further in than pulling out each time worked the toy deeper.&nbsp; Moving behind the woman gave her the perfect position to use her other hand to good effect, squeezing and stroking her bottom, or running her hand across the smooth belly to fondle the down-hanging breasts.&nbsp; So many options open to her.&nbsp; No wonder men liked that position.&nbsp; "God you're beautiful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>05-12-2006, 20:06:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On all fours, her hands grasping the comforter, her legs spread; she rolled with every movement, gasped at the soft touches along her stomach and breasts, her climax slowly building. She had closed her eyes, enjoying every sensation when the statement threw her off guard, she flushed, the heat evident along her dark skin, flustered, she mumbled, “Thank you.” <br><br>She was unsure what to make of their situation, she expected a harsh Mistress, one that would ‘exploit her utterly’ and yet….“Gods, this feels so good.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 16:09:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Long and slow was how she played it.&nbsp; Her favorite ways with another woman, from behind, with a hand at the gate of her sex, and the other running over flanks and ass and belly and breasts, and her head bowed down to place on the small of her back soft kisses and fierce love bites.&nbsp; Gabrielle shuddered in vicarious pleasure as she fucked Nadira, making another series of soft, breathy whimpers as the dark woman writhed to her ministrations.<br><br>"Come for me, lover.&nbsp; Come for Miss Gabrielle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 17:24:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her movements became faster, more insistent as she reached the peak of her climax, the fierce bites in the small of her back driving her over and she screamed, squeezing against the toy deep within, tears running down her face. She collapsed to the bed, bringing her lover down with her, she lay there concentrating on nothing but taking in air and exhaling it. After several moments, she looked down at the witch, languidly smiled and slid down the bed to hold her in a tight embrace. <br><br>“We should not have waited this long, my dear…”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 18:31:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Small enough to fit in the curved "S" of Nadira's body, with her head tucked beneath Nadira's chin and her feet resting somewhere below the knee, Gabrielle was used to being an oversized teddy bear for her partners, and snuggled in close.&nbsp; "I'm not sure we could have," she said, stroking Nadira's firm arm as she looked out at the falling snow outside the house.&nbsp; "Before tonight, I wouldn't have let you come behind me like this.&nbsp; I'd have been too nervous to enjoy it.&nbsp; But I feel very good right now, you know?&nbsp; That was fantastic.&nbsp; I can't wait for round two."<br><br>The witch pressed her knees together tightly, and sighed at the wonderful slick feel on the inside of her thighs.&nbsp; "You don't happen to have a hottub outside, do you?&nbsp; Because a snowbath seems like a really wicked idea right now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 18:54:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She held the witch tightly, kissing the top of her head as she listened to their breathing, Gabrielle’s words were harsh, “I think you have the wrong impression of me, love, even before your spell I would have never hurt you, we had and have a professional rivalry, for me it was never personal.” Even to her own ears it sounded corny, but it was true, Nadira had always compartmentalized work and play, though she had used her body on many occasions to get what she wanted, those relationship had never lasted beyond the job. Giving the smaller one tight squeeze, she rolled off the bed, her come cold as it dripped down her leg, and grabbed two towels.<br><br>“I have both a hot tub and a heated pool.” She walked over to the French doors, opened them and bade Gabrielle to follow her. Outside on the wood deck there was a large twelve-man hot tub, steam rising up from underneath the cover in the moon light. Removing the lid, she stood there and watched the snow hiss as it touched the surface, before sliding into the warmth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 19:30:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The open door let in a fierce gust of wind that went over Gabrielle's naked body like a frozen slap.&nbsp; She shuddered, and hid behind Nadira's body as she followed her out onto the deck.&nbsp; Looking at the hot tub with a childish glee in her eye, she set her towel down at the side, and dashed to the edge of the deck, where the overhang of the house didn't extend, and the snow fall was fresh.&nbsp; She threw herself into the pile of snow, rolling in the frozen, powdery drift, laughing and shrieking and covering herself in cold.&nbsp; And then she ran back, running up to her neck into the hottub and howling as she was suddenly warmed on frozen skin. <br><br>"AHHHHHHH!!!!!&nbsp; AHHH! AHHH! AHHHH!!&nbsp; Oh god. . . wow. . .ow ow&nbsp; ow ow," she said, or words to that effect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 19:46:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched with glee in her eyes, laughing as the witch jumped into the snow and then for all practical purposes jumped into the tub. Nadira slid around the edge of the tub, a jet at her back; she pulled the petite woman to her, kissed her deeply, the snow white in her own dark hair. "You are crazy, you know that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 19:50:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nonsense," she said, shivering with clattering teeth and burning all at the same time.&nbsp; "It's invigorating.&nbsp; Refreshing.&nbsp; It'll add a year to your life.&nbsp; You should try it."&nbsp; Gliding through the water at response to Nadira's tug, Gabrielle settled on her lap, arms about her shoulders and threw her head abck to look at the snowy sky.&nbsp; "Midnight in four minutes or so.&nbsp; Any resolutions for the coming year, my pretty, who I'll get, along with her little dog, etcetera?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 20:01:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kissing the offered neck and licking the snow off wherever it landed on the beauty before her, "Hmm, only one, I promise to be naughty when appropriate and behave when required." Of course, Nadira would be the judge of when good behavior was required, which would not be too often. "You, Mistress? do you have any resolutions?" she nibbled along the woman’s neck and shoulders as she spoke her voice a soft purr.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 23:39:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmmm.&nbsp; Oh that's nice."&nbsp; She made a bit of a coo as she reclined more comfortably into Nadira's lap, her trail of dark curls spilling out onto the turbulent surface of the water behind her.&nbsp; "I was thinking that since I can do anything I want with you, I will.&nbsp; Aside from that, there's the usual gist about goodwill towards men, yadda, yadda, yadda. . .oooh, I think you just found a spot.&nbsp; Right there again.&nbsp; Mmmm.&nbsp; I think we should get liquored up and go get matching tattoos or something.&nbsp; You know.&nbsp; If the roads weren't all snowy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 00:01:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing against the witch's skin as she continues to explore the delicate skin along her neck with her tongue and teeth, her fingers sliding up and down the muscles along the spine, releasing any tension held within. She looks at their reflection in the glass window behind them, two dark beauties with snow falling all around them and steam rising from below, sighing heavily.<br><br>"What are some things you have wanted to do with or to me that you could not do until now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 01:48:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmmmmm."&nbsp; Gabrielle slid off of Nadira's lap, and swam across the palatial-sized tub, doing a complete circuit before sitting right next to her, at the neighboring jet.&nbsp; "I noticed you had a few bondage toys in the trunk while I was getting something to fuck you with.&nbsp; Ball gags and cuffs and whips and things."&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; "I'm like that too.&nbsp; So I was thinking about paddling your ass for you before I make you eat me out."&nbsp; Raised the way she was, the witch couldn't talk dirty without turning pink in the cheek and giving her hair a self-conscious tug.&nbsp; "You know, after this. . .midnight, lover."<br><br>She leaned forward, and placed a firm kiss on Nadira's mouth.&nbsp; "Happy New Year."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 05:10:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they clock struck midnight the wind picked up, began to howl around them, slow flying in flurries, as they kissed, was it a portent of the storm between them for the new year, or was it just a coincidence, Nadira did not know, or care. The deed was done, she was bound to this witch for a year and she was going to make the most of it, standing, she once again lifted her. “Happy New Year, lover,” her voice was tinged with sorrow and excitement.<br><br>She stepped out of the hot tub, holding her Mistress in her arms as they kissed. “We should go in before we catch cold out here,” she whispers between kisses. She gently sets the petite woman down on the patio, covers the hot tub quickly and walks to the doors. Opening them she follows Gabrielle into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. “Do you want to drink to my slavery love?”&nbsp; she says sarcastically.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 14:08:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pouted, turning down her full lips and crossing her arms over her chest when Nadira declared that their hottub adventure was at an end.&nbsp; Gabrielle would have stayed in the water until her skin had dried and her fingers and toes pruned.&nbsp; It had always been that way with her, since she'd been a little girl, she had loved her baths, swimming, anything involving submerging herself in water, having to be dragged away by the scruff of her neck.&nbsp; <br><br>Once back in the bedroom, Gabrielle went to her overnight bag, and pulled out an oversized, faded-yellow T-shirt with the <em>Mona Lisa</em> on the front.&nbsp; "We're not going to use our super-powers on each other, Captain Sarcasm.&nbsp; And yes, I'd love a snooker of something or another.&nbsp; Do you have a hair dryer?&nbsp; If I don't get my hair now, it's going to frizz like nobody's business come tomorrow morning."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 18:34:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thankful the witch did not throw a temper tantrum with hands and feet pounding when she had been removed from the hot tub, Nadira dries off quickly with a large terry cloth towel, before donning a pair of sweats. She remains shirtless as she walks towards the office, and its large liquor cabinet, over her shoulder, “Hair dryer, top drawer on the left in the bathroom, though we could just take another shower in the morning...”<br><br>Returning shortly with two snifters of brandy, Nadira relaxes in the large leather chair waiting for her lover. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 23:04:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hair dryer pointed in her direction like a pistol was the answer she got for her suggestion; a fussy one, for certain, but how could one argue with the results?&nbsp; Gabrielle dried her hair and tied it back away from her face; an effect that made her look all of fourteen years old, and sat down opposite Nadira, shirt riding on legs shaped by bicycle and yoga and lots of running from lawful authorities.&nbsp; "I'm sure we will, too.&nbsp; So a toast to enslavement, eh?&nbsp; To your enslavement, Nadira, and the many naughty things we will do to each other."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 23:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raising her glass in a toast, “to you my Mistress, may all your naughty fantasies come true this year.” She brought the glass to her lip, inhaled the fruity flavors of fine vintage before taking a long slow sip. Nadira had wrapped a towel around her own hair; she would need to wash the chlorine out before she went to sleep that night, if they ever made it to sleep. She pulled her legs under her, sitting cross-legged facing Gabrielle, watching as the shirt rode up her lean supple leg. <br><br>“Tell me Gabrielle, what will happen to me if I attempt to harm you? What I mean is that sexual flogging can be painful, but the intent would be to heighten the pleasure, would this be prevented by the ritual?” There is no embarrassment in her voice, she does not flush, though there is a fire in her eyes, it is do to lust not shame.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2006, 23:35:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The brandy was good alright, she could tell by the way it burned her chest as she swallowed it.&nbsp; She had the expression of decadent delight on her face as she tasted the fruity liquor, and gave an appreciative shudder.&nbsp; A curious tilt to her head as Nadira put the question to her, she made a sound.&nbsp; "Hmmm.&nbsp; You know, I really don't know, to be honest with you.&nbsp; You cannot harm me, but if that means you physically cannot bring yourself to do so, or if there is some powerful aversion response that will trigger should you make the attempt, the literature doesn't say.&nbsp; Tell you what. . .let's try what you suggested."<br><br>Pulling the tshirt over her head brought her breasts tight against her chest, stretched out her body, showed her ribs against the sides of her body until she stodd naked in front of the other woman.&nbsp; Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned around, slightly bent, offering herself for a flogging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>08-12-2006, 03:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nadira rose gracefully from her chair and strode over to the offered beauty, she pour some of the dark, fruity liquid along her upper back, the cold liquid spilling down in rivulets. Quickly, she put the sifter down on a table and pressed herself against the witch’s bottom, and licked the brandy off her back, her tongue warm where the evaporating liquid was cold. She cleaned every drop of liquor, pressing her bare breasts against the petite woman.<br><br>Only then did she step back and gave the woman one hard spanking, her hand landing squarely against her left cheek, her skin warming underneath her long slender fingers. “It would appear that I need intent, love,” she whispered as she massaged the rouge cheek. Wrapping her other arm around the woman, she caressed the firm, hanging breasts, kissing her along the nape of her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>08-12-2006, 14:39:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hot and cold play on her back, the brandy evaporating and Nadira's tongue lapping rolled together to make a wave of shivery deliciousness that made Gabrielle shiver.&nbsp; The spank came as a bit of a surprise, making her yip in shock more than pain.&nbsp; She really thought the spell would prevent even a playful slap, but it looked like she didn't have that luxury.&nbsp; Oh dear.&nbsp; Did that mean Nadira meant to flog her next?&nbsp; This might have been more than she'd bargained for, and she was about to say something to that effect, when the other woman reached around and began fondling her breasts, making it quite difficult to say anything at all, besides:&nbsp; "Oooooooh!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>08-12-2006, 17:31:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Continuing to caress her breasts with gentle rubs and touches, Nadira whispered her voice seductive and inquisitive, “have you ever been flogged before? You strike me as someone who has done the flogging, never received.” She licked and nibbled on the witch’s shoulder, waiting for her to answer as the two beautiful women stood in her bedroom, the snow coming down outside, bodies tightly pressed together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>08-12-2006, 17:45:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not knowing whether it was best to proceed, or to stop this new line of pay before it got to a place where she'd never been before, Gabrielle remained facing away from Nadira, her head rolling back to nuzzle and kiss her neck as she stood.&nbsp; She could see their reflection in the panes of the French doors, transcluscent, so that it seemed that the falling snow was passing through their naked bodies, as if they stood alone on a snowwy field of black.&nbsp; "Never been flogged before.&nbsp; You're right, I've always done it to others."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>08-12-2006, 18:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Do you want to continue?” she whispered rotating the petite woman in her arms so she could look into her eyes as they spoke. “We have a year together, Elle, <em>a year</em>, we can take it slow,” she slid her fingers down the witch’s arms, feeling the muscles underneath the soft skin. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good flogging, giving or receiving, I just don’t want to ruin our first evening together.” She gazed at the witch, her emotions hard to read as they swirled in her own eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>08-12-2006, 20:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hadn't felt like this in a very long time.&nbsp; Nervous and unsure, with butterflies in her stomach and goose-shivers on her skin.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, she rested her head on Nadira's chest, rocking back and forth to a music only she could hear.&nbsp; After an age, she said, "Fuck slow.&nbsp; Let's flip for it.&nbsp; Heads, I flog you.&nbsp; Tails, you flog me.&nbsp; Deal?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>08-12-2006, 21:25:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Confused by the rush of emotions, Nadira wrapped her arms around the witch, holding her, moving with her as she danced. She kissed the top of Gabrielle’s head and stepped back as the woman spoke, “deal.” <br><br>Opening a drawer, she pulled out an ancient Syrian coin, it was a little larger than a quarter with the head of Zeus Ammon on one side “we will call this heads” and on the reverse an eagle standing on a thunderbolt, “we will call this tails,” she handed the coin to Gabrielle, it was a good luck charm that Nadira’s father had given her on a mission to Syria. “I will let you flip it.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>09-12-2006, 16:46:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Balancing the coin on the edge of her hand, Gabrielle flipped it with her thumb, letting it tumble end over end and land on the carpet at her feet.&nbsp; As it spun, she could not have said which side it was she'd most wanted to see come up.&nbsp; As if to add the the tension, the coin landed edge, and rolled between her legs, making them both turn to watch it roll against the wall, and spin out, just out of sight.&nbsp; When they went to investigate, the profile of Zeus Ammon looked up at them from the pool of shadows.&nbsp; "Heads," Gabrielle said, and then smiled.&nbsp; "Coin tosses are always unbalanced in favor of the lucky, you know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>09-12-2006, 17:03:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nadira watched the expressions play across Gabrielle’s face as the coin flipped as she did not care which side ended up. She was a patient woman and this would not be the only time flogging would be a question this year. As they went to investigate, Nadira wrapped her arms around the witch as they looked down at the head of Zeus. “Hmm, and to think that is my lucky charm,” she whispered kissing her neck. <br><br>“So where do you want me my dear? Standing up hands on the bed? Bent over a chair?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>10-12-2006, 17:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The flogger Gabrielle took from the trunk of toys was a simple tool of three broad suede tongues, light and springy.&nbsp; They would sting and tickle the flesh, but it would take some doing to leave a bruise with it, much less open the flesh.&nbsp; Holding it against her cheek, she went back to Nadira and slipped into her arms, pressing herself close against the naked woman's body.&nbsp; "Reach up and grab the top of the bed poster, so that you're stretched out.&nbsp; How severe can you stand it, darling?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>10-12-2006, 18:23:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You will find I don't bruise easily, love," she whispered softly against the witch's skin as she embraced her. Sighing heavily, Nadira swayed over to the bed post, as she did so she revealed one of her secrets, "Ever wonder why I have no scars, even the bullet from our Columbia trip has not left its mark." She grabbed the top of the poster bed, spreading her legs, stretched completely. "I feel the pain, which I must admit I do enjoy, but heal very quickly and completely," she finished over her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>10-12-2006, 19:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then this won't be anything you can't bear. . ." Gabrielle whispered as she brought the whip up and cast it against Nadira's back.&nbsp; She used the gentlest of touches at first, so that the lash seemed to caress the taut woman, intimate as any lover.&nbsp; She began that way to stimulate the skin, get the blood rushing to the surface to heighten the sensation of the lashing to follow.&nbsp; Flicking it against Nadira's shoulders, thighs, flanks, and buttocks, the small woman moved in a semi-circle around the bed, getting at her from different angles and distances, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes straight on, sometimes oblique.&nbsp; "Is it the pain that arouses you, Nadira, or is it the submission?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>10-12-2006, 22:30:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She held onto the bed, moaning at the soft caresses of the flogger, as they became harder, Nadira winced and flinched, “you are quite the expert at this, Elle, do you practice often?” she whispered through clenched teeth. Through it all, her arousal grew and her screams where mixed with growls and moans of pleasure. The question caught her off guard, but she answered it just the same. “That depends on who is administering the pain.” A coy response, and not a real answer; it took several more lashes of the flogger before she continued. “I have submitted to no one, and like you, am usually the flogger, perhaps if I found the right person, submission would bring me pleasure.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>15-12-2006, 15:06:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that Nadira had been warmed up, the real fun would begin.&nbsp; Gabrielle's smile was wicked as she took a step closer, and used the whip under handed, sending it between Nadira's legs and causing the tips to strike her smooth mons, the flat part of the lashes caressing her sex as intimately as a lover.&nbsp; "I'm an old hand at this, you might say.&nbsp; This is a quality whip, by the way.&nbsp; Someone's taken care of this with musk oil and mint resin, it looks like.&nbsp; Feel how the lashes mold themselves to your body?&nbsp; That's craftsmanship, that is."<br><br>Five delicious, painful strokes to Nadira's sex, and then the little witch came behind her lover, hands softer than a whisper across her ass, her teeth sharp and slow bitiing into the flesh of her shoulder.&nbsp; "More or stop, my pretty little slave?&nbsp; I may do as you ask, but then again I may not."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>15-12-2006, 18:40:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Already the lashes along her shoulders had begun to fade, as Nadira held the bed frame against the witch’s strikes, her screams ripping through the still air, in contrast to the whoosh of the whip as it glided through it. She sensed when the petite woman stepped closer, unsure of what was going to happen until the whip found her sex causing her to bite her lip, the coppery taste filling her mouth quickly. “You will find I take good care of all that is mine,” she manages through the pain.<br><br>By the fifth strike, Nadira’s hands had slipped from the cross beam and down the post, her grip the only thing keeping her from falling, until the bite brought her to her knees, shivers of pleasure sliding through her body, an anguished moan escaping her lips. Turning her head so she could gaze at the witch with unabashed lust, she whispered “stop, please stop.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>17-12-2006, 17:08:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For now, Gabrielle did as she was asked, setting the flogger down on the bed and pushing forward, so that Nadira fell on the bed and she fell down on top of her.&nbsp; Her hands went around Nadira's hips, finger tips rubbing the smooth folds of her sex, and lips and teeth at work on her back, her neck, the smooth line of her shoulder.&nbsp; "Sixty-nine, 'dira.&nbsp; Turn over."<br><br>Her own loins ached, heavy with need and wet and hot from the exhilerating thrill of beating her lover.&nbsp; It almost drove conscious thought from her mind, replacing it with a primal need, lustful desires that demanded answers.&nbsp; It was all she could do to get off of Nadira so that they could twist into position to pleasure each other with their mouths.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>17-12-2006, 18:12:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The mix of pain and pleasure drives her desire to new heights as she smaller woman leaves teeth marks in her shoulder. She slides on the bed; turning over slowly, the soft comforter brushing against the marks causing her to gasp in delicious pain. Moaning softly her own sex aching with need and pain, she spreads her legs as she helps Gabrielle into position above her, scratching her nails along the witch’s inner thighs, leaving four lines on each as her tongue finds the woman’s clit within her folds.<br><br>Starting at the tip of sex, Nadira licks the length of her lover’s sex, her tongue thick, pushing slowly into her sex after swirling around it with just the tip of her tongue. “You taste so good,” she whispers with a muffled voice, her tempo increasing involuntarily with need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>17-12-2006, 18:54:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The taste of a woman in her need, the smell of the warm, moist folds between her legs had always been a powerful aphrodisiac to her.&nbsp; She winced and whimpered as she was scratched and licked, her own hands soft on Nadira's petals, her tongue resting against her clit, rubbing up and down with light pressure, and her fingertip easing its way inside her.&nbsp; When she had gathered enough nectar on that finger to slide it easily in and out, it went down, pressing against her bottom, sliding in through the tight ring of muscle as she increased the speed and pressure on her clit, working her faster as she worked a finger into her ass.&nbsp; "God. . .so . . .yes. . .a little more. . .more. . .ohhh, yes. . ."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>17-12-2006, 21:45:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“You…..are….oh Goddess….don’t…stop.” Nadira shifts her hips upwards, pushing Gabrielle’s finger in deeply, moaning as she does so. Pressing her tongue deep within her lover seeking the source of her sweet nectar, she grazes the witch’s opening softly with her teeth. The woman was intoxicating, her magic, her mind, her sex, everything about her drove Nadira to near madness as she brought her fingers up to roll the clit between them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>17-12-2006, 22:10:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The wave of pleasure started dep in the back of her vagina, exploding outward, to her spine, the folds of her labia, the scratched thighs and recently smacked ass, making her twitch, shudder, arch her back and moan out a deep, long cry of ecstacy.&nbsp; But still, her tongue worked Nadira, her finger slid in and out of her ass, and her breath was warm on the dark woman's thighs, even as her juice coated Nadira's tongue, liberally, from the power of her orgasm.&nbsp; "Yes. . oh yes, yes . . .please, yes that feels so good. . .ahhh. . ."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>17-12-2006, 22:21:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabrielle climax brings her own violent waves of pleasure, flowing through her in distinct pulses, her muscles deep inside clenching against her lover's finger tightly enough to restrict blood to the tip. "Oh my....wow," other words spill out of her mouth, but they are unintelligible as she bucks with the pulses, her tongue erratic inside her as she moans loudly, creating a vibration against the lips.<br><br>The pulses slow and she relaxes, releasing her lover form her grasp, her breath slowly returning to normal, the strikes on her back completely healed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>18-12-2006, 15:15:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After the mind-bendign orgasm they'd shared, Gabrielle rolled off of Nadira, looking around the unfamiliar bedroom in slow confusion for a moment before she lay back on the pillows and snuggled up.&nbsp; Like most women, she liked to cuddle after sex, and wrapped Nadira's arm around her to be on the inside of a spooning.&nbsp; "OK, now on a scale of one to ten, with one being your seventeen year old back-seat fumbling with a quarterback, with ten being among the most legendary acts of sexual congress known to man, I'd rank us at a strong seven.&nbsp; That was very nice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>18-12-2006, 16:43:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wrapping the smaller woman in her arms, Nadira nuzzles against Gabrielle’s neck, planting soft kisses, whispering softly against her skin, “You are incredible Elle.” She slid the covers over them, snuggling close, in the warmth of her bed, “Do we need to wake up early in the morning for anything, Mistress? Or are we sleeping in?” <br><br>Sliding her hands along the witch’s arms, Nadira lay her head down in a pile of her soft hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rydia</strong> on <strong>18-12-2006, 18:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, trying to get me to sleep in, to save a few precious hours of your servitude, eh?&nbsp; I see right through you, 'dira."&nbsp; She sniffed in mock indignation, and dug a pointy little elbow into Nadira's ribs.&nbsp; She slipped beneath the blankets, moving her lover's hand to her breast and resting with her head tucked under her chin.&nbsp; "Seriously, though, I almost always wake up around six, even without an alarm.&nbsp; If I need anything, I'll just start kicking you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Rydia and Elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>18-12-2006, 18:51:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ow...watch the elbow woman" she whispers playfully, kissing the top of her lover's head, her fingers caressing the witch's breast as a cat kneads a blanket. Smiling at the answer, it was rare that she woke before noon, but she would make an exception for Gabrielle.<br><br>Sleep took her then, until she awoke around five, she slipped out of bed, allowing her Mistress to sleep another hour. Padding, naked to her office she looked at her financial portfolio, made some adjustments and then climbed down the stairs to the kitchen. She started the coffee, made a pancake batter from scratch, threw some bacon into the oven, and made fresh orange juice from blood oranges.<br><br>Around six, she poured two cups of coffee and climbed the stairs to watch her lover rise.
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