Who's the prisoner(Valamarth and Eolande)
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				Title: <strong>Who's the prisoner(Valamarth and Eolande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 04:19:10</strong>
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				He was just trying to stay out of the rain when he found her.&nbsp; <br><br>He was supposed to patrol the west road.&nbsp; Normally, he'd have had a patrol partner, but tonight Mike was sick and no one else was available, so they sent him out alone.<br><br>He'd been walking hte beat for two hours, when it started to rain.<br><br>He ducked under the road, into a large culvert and there she was.&nbsp; &nbsp;Big and beautiful, but now she was his problem.<br><br>Her torn uniform, her worn boots.&nbsp; She was probably a deserter from the enemy, not a fighting soldier.<br><br>Well, is duty was clear.&nbsp; he had to take her to the prison camp.
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				Post by: <strong>Eolande</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 21:40:56</strong>
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				She had been walking all night, too tired to think straight, too tired to care where she was going. She was tired of the fighting, doing things, hearing things that she felt was wrong. Not that she didn't love her country, her beliefs, but some of those people were wrong, just plain wrong. Her thought rambled inside of her as she walked, not paying much attention to the surroundings around her. It had been a week since she had slipped away, not been at roll call. She figured that she would be missed, but as more time went on, the less worried she had become. Thunder kept calling out to her in the distance, surprising her each time from her thoughts. The last one was close, making her look up and around her. She honestly didn't know where she was, how close to the border she might be. Seeing the culvert under the road, she decides that might be the best place to hide. <br>She jumped down in there, despite her size, she worked hard to stay nimble. She half walked, half crawled to the back of the culvert, staying on the side of it, avoiding the bottom. She settles up towards the top, curling up and getting comfortable. Trying to stay awake, she listens to the thunder.. but soon sleep overtakes her. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 03:52:29</strong>
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				In the approaching darkness of the red storm clouds, he was eerily limned and dark.<br><br>"Geez, Lady.&nbsp; Why did you have to pick my beat to get caught.&nbsp; Now I have to take you to the camp...but not until after this storm."<br><br>He wasn't tall.&nbsp; Around 5'9" and slim with the hardened muscles of military service.&nbsp; He popped on a lantern and kept his pistol carefully trained on her.<br><br>"I have to seach you.&nbsp; If you take the jacket off it's easier."&nbsp; He patted her down with the back of his hand, checking her seams, and pushing in between her large breasts to make sure nothing else was hidden.&nbsp; "OK, guess you aren't armed, so you must be nuts.&nbsp; Hey, are you hungry or thirsty.&nbsp; Being on the run must be tough.&nbsp; I have some spare Meals here and the canteen if you don't mind sharing.&nbsp; They don't taste fantastic, but 4000 calories is pretty filling.&nbsp; I'll let you have the chocolate pudding."&nbsp; &nbsp;He handcuffed his right arm to her left, and had her walk out with him.&nbsp; A sealed blanket overhead kept the rain away while they hurried to an empty farmhouse.&nbsp; "That culvert would be deadly if it rains hard."<br><br>He spread out the food on the table in the kitchen, and they sat as the food cans were opened.&nbsp; &nbsp;In the lantern light she could see his steel blue eyes and sandy brown close cropped hair.&nbsp; "I'm Scott.&nbsp; Field trooper.&nbsp; You?"
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				Post by: <strong>Eolande</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 04:33:45</strong>
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				She was awakened by his voice and was startled but couldn't completely get the drowsiness out of her brain. Perhaps that is why she is easily searched. The cool air as they race to the farm house helps her awaken some, but she stumbles and is easily caught off guard. <br><br>She settles into a chair, hard, her breasts bounce softly, her arms cuffed. She looks up, glaring at him, now fully realizing the situation she is in. "I'm Rhee and I don't have a job" As she says this, she realizes that she is in uniform and betrays the lie. Still, she tries to ignore it, cuz really she doesn't anymore. "I'm just trying to get home." She looks at the food, hungry. She looks back up, he's a very handsome man. Wait, what is she thinking, he'll probably kill her. She knows the horror stories told of what -they- do to their prisoners. Maybe she can still weasel her way out of it.
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 05:33:43</strong>
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				"Look I know you're an enemy deserter.&nbsp; I'm really sorry for you.&nbsp; My orders are very specific.&nbsp; I have to take you to the prisoner camp.&nbsp; &nbsp;It's not great, but they will feed you three solid meals, give you a clean bunk and warm clothes, and maybe you'll get out in a prisoner exchange...&nbsp; &nbsp;Only...as a deserter...you won't.. will you...&nbsp; You'd end up in jail on your side then.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh, man...&nbsp; Why did I have to find you?&nbsp; <br><br>For now, this storm isn't letting up, so we don't have to go.&nbsp; &nbsp;So why don't you eat a good meal, and we can get some sleep. Tomorrow...well, tomorrow we'll see what we have to do."<br><br>He finished eating in silence, then took her into the bedroom and cuffed her to the heavy bar onthe bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;He lay on the other side of the bed, with his pistol on a chair.<br><br>During the night, he heard the sound of heavy vehicles and peeked out the window.&nbsp; &nbsp;Crap! The enemy had pushed their lines beyond this point. He was now behind their lines.&nbsp; His capture regs hardly made a difference now.<br><br>He woke her up.&nbsp; "There's been a change."
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				Post by: <strong>Eolande</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 05:41:45</strong>
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				She sits up quickly, since she hadn't been able to sleep much anyway. She had heard the trucks and now smiled at his words. "Is there now? What's the change?" Although she smiles, she is a little worried and thinks about the best way to get out of this mess, without landing them, but mostly her, in jail. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 06:02:55</strong>
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				"Look Rhee, I've been straight with you and tried to be kind.&nbsp; &nbsp;You are now listed as a deserter, I'm on the wrong side of the line.<br><br>I have an idea.&nbsp; Let's cuff me to you.&nbsp; That way, whoever we meet will assume that the other side is the prisoner.<br><br>We should head generally south to the neutral lands.&nbsp; &nbsp;I hate this war, and I think you do too...if we can get there, we can get political asylum, and be free.<br><br>So what do you think?&nbsp; Will you trust me and we can try to get out of this hell hole?&nbsp; I'll trust you.&nbsp; Here's my pistol...and the keys to the cuffs."
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				Post by: <strong>Eolande</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 16:08:21</strong>
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				She nods, rubbing her wrists as he uncuffs her. She grabs the pistol and the keys. She walks over to him and while standing in front of him, handcuffs him loosely. She walks to the window, looking out at the trucks below. So far she has been completely silent. She turns to look at him. "Everything you said is right. I hate this, the war, how stupid this whole thing is! But, you are also an enemy.. once was my enemy. So, I will trust you, until we get to the neutral lands. But just remember, this is my side..&nbsp; that gives me a bit of an upper hand." She walks to him, grabs his hands and gently leads him out the door. 
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 00:47:59</strong>
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				He nodded to her.&nbsp; "Totally fair.&nbsp; If asked, you might want to say that your own weapon had become unreliable, so you destroyed it after taking mine.&nbsp; It might also appear more normal if I walked ahead, where you could 'keep an eye on me.'<br><br>The fall rains were coming and the temperature would be dropping soon.&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew of a supply cache close to the direction they were going.&nbsp; Now that the other side were here, raiding it was fair.&nbsp; If there was still anything there.&nbsp; He was actually kind of happy about the current situation.&nbsp; Prisoner camps were awful places, not matter what they said, and this was a chance for him to get out of the fighting legally.&nbsp; After all, she had the gun.&nbsp; <br><br>Enemy patrols saw the tired look on her face and left them alone, as she was doing an obvious duty.&nbsp; He was spat upon twice, but gave no response, wanting no trouble.&nbsp; He trudged down the road in silence for almost three hours, then suggested they check the depot.&nbsp; It was just a little ways from the road, and fairly well hidden within a copse of fir trees under a natural rock outcropping.&nbsp; He didn't see any smoke from that direction. He hoped she'd agree.&nbsp; They could both use some new boots and heavy underwear and blankets when the weather dropped.<br><br>The depot was actually an old hidden bomb shelter from the cold war of the 20th century.&nbsp; He wondered how a war could be cold?&nbsp; As a patrol leader, he knew the combination for entry, and new that inside was power, heat, reasonable food, books, and an ability to view outside through carefully hidden periscopes.&nbsp; There was even a warm shower that recycled the water.&nbsp; And a shell from a tank couldn't breach the door.&nbsp; Maybe they could rest and get a chance to actually talk.&nbsp; Quietly, he let her know what was on the other side of the wall, and with her ready assent, he opened the outside airlock door.<br><br>A voice inside called over the speaker, "who's there?"<br>He glanced at her and answered, "Hey Ridge, let me in, it's Scott.&nbsp; I hid in a house last night when they came through."&nbsp; <br>Ridge was an SOB, but he liked to talk and would not be able to handle weeks alone.&nbsp; The inside door opened and he moved in, Ridge grabbed his combat knife when he saw the cuffs and her behind Scott.&nbsp; <br>"No!" Scott yelled and encircled Ridge's knife arm with his cuffed hands, blocking him.&nbsp; As Ridge tripped, the cuffs caught on the knife, turning it up and into&nbsp; Ridge's chest.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Scott just stared as Ridge's eyes glazed.&nbsp; It had happened so fast... he&nbsp; hadn't meant...&nbsp; "Excuse me"&nbsp; He teetered into the head and vomited, shaking.&nbsp; He'd never killed...he couldn't have shot her if she'd run yesterday.&nbsp; "Oh no...no&nbsp; no.&nbsp; Now I am a traitor!"<br>He turned to her with tear dripping cheeks.&nbsp; &nbsp;"We have to put him into the freezer quickly."<br><br>As he dragged Ridge's body, reason drilled into him.&nbsp; Ridge would have insisted on raping her... a true lowlife... and he would have had to fight him anyway.&nbsp; At least he knew this was an accident.&nbsp; "So, would you mind taking off the cuffs?&nbsp; It's not like I'm going anywhere and...I think I've earned it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's the prisoner(Valamarth and Eolande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eolande</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 05:14:32</strong>
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				She watches all of this in stunned surprise. Ridge's eyes glaze, she watches the life literally drain from him. It feels as if this is happening to someone else. Something deep inside of her tells her that she should really be freaked out by his death, but watching it play out in slow motion in front of her.. well, it just doesn't. She knows it was an accident, wishes it could have been different, but her.. their safety is most important. <br><br>She jumps into action, helping him move Ridge into the freezer. "Of.. of course" She stutters as she removes the cuffs and hands him back his gun and keys.. Her mind wonders on about him, his movements, his words, his strange ways. She can't believe that someone from the "other side" would be so caring, so careful, so remorseful. She looks up at his face, the grime erased where his tears fell. Suddenly she grabs him in her arms, hugging him tightly as her own tears fall.. "I'm so so sorry!" 
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 05:57:14</strong>
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				He shook in her embrace.&nbsp; "It-it's for the best.&nbsp; He was an evil bastard.&nbsp; Bragged about raping girls, but never near an officer who might be able to do something.&nbsp; He'd have raped you and killed you...maybe not in that order...&nbsp; I couldn't let that happen, you are far too good to allow that to happen.&nbsp; This war...&nbsp; this place...&nbsp; I know that you should be far from it and far above it.&nbsp; The world is evil to have dragged you in...<br><br>"Oh I smell awful... what did we crawl through...."&nbsp; He took off his coat and boots, explaining that there was a slow washing system they could use.&nbsp; She could borrow clothes until hers were clean.<br><br>At exactly 5:20 PM, an electronic voice stated, 'Shower facilities will be activated in ten minutes.&nbsp; Duration will be twenty minutes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Recycle cleaning will commence on the water until 5:30 tomorrow.'&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He looked at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"we both have to have a shower...&nbsp; I promise not to look at you."&nbsp; &nbsp;He quickly stripped and went to stand in the small stall, his back to her, holding both soap and shampoo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's the prisoner(Valamarth and Eolande)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eolande</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 18:10:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=75833.msg3330293#msg3330293">Quote from: Valamarth on 21-07-2010, 05:57:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; &nbsp;I couldn't let that happen, you are far too good to allow that to happen.&nbsp; This war...&nbsp; this place...&nbsp; I know that you should be far from it and far above it.&nbsp; The world is evil to have dragged you in...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She shakes her head rapidly, "I am no better than you.. just both of us caught up in something we can't do anything about, nothing more."<br><br>She nods as he explains the shower, smiling for the first time in a long time. "Actually that sounds delightful. Honestly, it could be freezing cold and I would still think its heaven." She starts to strip, not hesitating at all, as public showers rooms are the norm for her. She grins a bit evilly, the release of emotion clearing a weight from her, allowing her to escape, if even for a short time, from her worries. "Oh you won't? I mean, that might be hard, umm... I mean, yeah. I won't either." She laughs softly as she follows him in. She grabs the soap from him, "I'll wash your back if you wanna wash your hair.. 20 minutes isn't a long time, and it's been ages since I've had a shower!" She makes of point of closing her eyes once her hand is on his back. "See, eyes closed and everything!" 
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 18:18:32</strong>
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				He glanced back at her eyes and saw her body out of the corner of his eye.&nbsp; &nbsp;"This is silly! we'll run out of water."&nbsp; He shampooed quickly and scrubbed his front, then said "Turn around".&nbsp; He turned also and saw her sweet rear, and handed her the shampoo, as he scrubbed her back in turn.&nbsp; His hands slid all over her back and shoulders, then he cupped her ass.&nbsp; "Down in here too?"
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				Post by: <strong>Eolande</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 18:24:42</strong>
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				She grins at his seriousness, though thinking she needs to get him to loosen up. She looks at the wall, not seeing it, biting her lip as she focuses on his touch. She shrugs, glad that he can't see her face and emotions, she might actually be blushing a bit, "Well, it has to be washed, right?"
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 18:33:50</strong>
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				Grinning, his soap covered hand slipped between her cheeks,&nbsp; washing her thoroughly.&nbsp; He slid a soapy finger inside her.&nbsp; "Don't want it dirty in here either..."&nbsp; Taking a little lotion, he lubed her rear up deep inside.&nbsp; "Are you wanting me there?&nbsp; I won't go unless invited...&nbsp; and I'd love to clean your breasts with my mouth..."&nbsp; He kissed her neck softly and dropped the soap, to turn her and hug her close.<br><br>It was happening so fast.&nbsp; but he had fallen for her.
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				Post by: <strong>Eolande</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 18:41:26</strong>
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				She gasps at the sudden intrusion, but leans back slightly against him. She lets him turn her, slowly meeting his eyes. She leans softly in, kissing him lightly on this lips, tracing his lips with her tongue. "Mmm, you taste good. We both need to be clean don't you think?" She pulls her hand down his side lightly, to gently grip his cock. She looks up at him, her actions bold but risky to her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 18:46:53</strong>
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				"m-Maybe you should taste m-me to make s-sure that I'm clean.."&nbsp; He kissed her back hard, then moved his mouth under her neck, to lightly suck, before sliding down to suckle on her nipple.&nbsp; With a buzz, the last minute of the shower started, and they made sure all the soap was off.&nbsp; &nbsp;He handed her several fluffy towels, and helped to dry her before doing himself.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at the bed, thought of ridge, then shuddered...leading her to a pallet of towels, he lay down, his eyes inviting.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If you want to make sure your puss is well-cleaned...".&nbsp; &nbsp;His tongue slid across his lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Eolande</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 18:53:43</strong>
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				She smiles a bit at his stuttering, but hides it quickly so it doesn't hurt her feelings. Amazed that -she- has him stuttering, she follows his motions, more inner focused than on him. Inside, she is turned on, excited and awed. Her nipples harden at the rush of cooler air, she smiles and follows him out. "I think I want a house one day that has a huge area with 5 shower heads and unlimited hot water." She laughes and sits down next to him, light dancing in her eyes. "Yes, but I still think I need to make sure you are clean. You were the one that went crawling." She leans over him, her breasts falling on his thighs, as she slips his tip in her mouth. She takes him slowly into her mouth, suckling softly, letting her breath and mouth warm him.
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 23:56:22</strong>
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				He had often wondered what it would be like...to be so taken... But his imagination was nowhere close.&nbsp; The sparks she sent throughout him...every time she slid down, he could have died happy.<br><br>Why was she being so wonderful to him?&nbsp; He was still technically her enemy, and she didn't know him that well... And yet he thought she was wonderfull.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He stared as his manhood disappeared into her deep soft lips and mouth, and he reached for her breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;So soft, yet with perky stiff points... she was just perfect...&nbsp; His breath was ragged and gasping as his excitement mounted.<br><br>"Oh please...please swallow me or make love to me, I can't take it!"
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				Post by: <strong>Eolande</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 03:12:34</strong>
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				She couldn't help but get excited at his breathing, at the pleasure she was causing him. If he had asked her, she couldn't have answered why she was doing this, why it felt right at the time.. <br>She meets his eyes at his words, whispering to him "As you wish.." Slowly she straddles his legs, crawling up his body, letting her mouth wet his skin, over his pelvis, up his stomach, tasting him, licking him, using his body as her toy. She hovers above him, her eyes taking him in, savoring him. Finally, she lowers herself unto him, moaning. 
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 03:23:46</strong>
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				Oh sweet bliss of the world!&nbsp; &nbsp;He mouth had been gold, her wet velvet puss was platinum, as he slid within her, wishing to never escape, he gripped her full breasts and pulled her into a hard deep kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>His back arched hard up to her. He remembered something... what was it... a place above the vee. that button...&nbsp; He reached and stroked her clit, tickling and caressing it as she stroked him.<br><br>He suckled on her tongue like a teat., he wanted to suck her breasts, but they were too low until they came.
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