The Indiscreet Confessions (J.T. and China Doll)
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				Title: <strong>The Indiscreet Confessions (J.T. and China Doll) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 16:00:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn179/imlordraven/confessions.jpg)</div><br>Lord Beckett stood silently on his ship’s desk watching the lovely sunset. The mighty sun was flaming red while the salty waves rose furiously to prove there superiority over anything else…it was yet another breathtaking sunset. But it was just the beginning, there were many more sunsets in his way in that long hunt. His left hand was resting on the deck’s railing with fingers tensed around it, a firm grip to survive the hops of the stumbling ship and a glass of tea in another. A tender smile painted on his lips in reply to those caveats while his ship carelessly pierced through those furious waves, nothing could have stopped him.<br><br>East India Trading Co. did tolerate the ignorable acts of the pirates for a long time but now it was time to get ride of those pirate ships once and for all from Atlantic Ocean. Lord Beckett decided to lead the huge fleet of East India Trading Co. and her majesty’s war ships. He desired to set an example which was merely his hatred towards pirates. His dominant and highly ruthless character with unwarned inspections kept everyone on their toes; he was a skilled negotiator and a manipulator. He knew that there is a time for speech and there is a time for a sword.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>His victory was certain; his fleet had best warriors from all over British colonies around the planet and then Jia-li a Chinese assassin, she was a class warrior. Her daggers never failed, she successfully completed every mission Buckett assigned her. Jia-li was an asset to have and a pride to discuss in their official get-togethers.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Beckett was very close to Jia-li, her loyalty was admirable. He often disappeared in the basement and spent hours in her chamber discussing her future assignments but truth was something else, Jia-li was also a secret lover of his. Beckett adored her devotion; his fetish of enjoying woman in inferior means came true when he captured Jia-li in China. He craved for her company… she gave him everything his wife couldn’t; she gave him everything he desired and a thousand times more. <br><br>Jia- li certainly managed to put a full stop on his never-ending thrust for woman. With her Asians roots she could understand his needs in a better way than any of those European girls. She could understand his needs to witness her on her knees every time she was in his company, his needs to see her crawl and beg to be used for his pleasure. Collar, leash and slavery, these words were not present in vocabularies of British girls. They didn’t know that a strong man can only enjoy a woman on her knees, a woman who is truly his but Jia-li certainly knew it and with her unconditional submission she managed a place in his ship and in his life. <br><br>“James will you please ask captain to take the south route…” The south route was narrow and certainly not ideal for a fleet of more than 50 ships but Beckett’s calculations were perfect, he spent more than half of his life roaming around those sea routes as a sailor. He politely smiled and desired the commodore to convey his message to the ship’s captain. <br><br>“But sir….a fleet as big as this might not…..” James was not a novice himself, he served years on warships. He joined Royal Navy as a Lieutenant and was reward the rank of Commodore for his impeccable record. He had every right to doubt and correct Buckett.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Shall orders be repeated…. commodore?” Buckett replied with a smile without even allowing James to complete himself, an unhappy tone made sure that James could read his annoyance. James doubts for his judgments were displeasing and he made it clear to him as well. It was his character of do and to conquer everything he desired. <br><br>“No…sir.” James smiled and turned around walking away from Buckett. The fleet was certainly turning to the small and the narrow route which was soon going lead them to Atlantic Ocean for a certain battle.<br>&nbsp;<br>“And James….I must discuss Jia-li’s role with her in this voyage…I desire no disturbances please….” Buckett forced James to stop, turn around and face him once again. <br><br>“That’s all, thank you!” He shed a grin to James and waved him goodbye before leaving the deck too. They both left the deck, James made his way to the captain’s chamber and Buckett climbed down the stairs disappearing in the darkness of the basement. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Indiscreet Confessions (J.T. and China Doll) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 01:02:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">She had been tempted by him the first moment she laid eyes on him. Not because he was foreign, for she had seen many both as victims and patrons of her trade, but because of his power. He was not a man of height, and yet he commanded such respect and fear when he entered the room, that even an assassin felt weak in his presence. How he had first learned of her was a secret lost amongst the shady whispers of the Eastern sea. The East India Trading Company was not the first the attain Jia-li’s assistance on the delicate removal of enemies, but it seemed certainly now no other would be able to make her disloyal to that flag. More than a list of demands were exchanged upon the first meeting of Lord Beckett and his now Asian delight…<br><br>She worshipped the ground he walked on.&nbsp; Quite literally, in most respects. Jia-li had never been so captivated by a man in her life that she would willingly drop her daggers to bow to him. She had been independent, and still was in a sense, save for when she was in his presence. Her walls crumbled with a raise of his brow. It seemed that the art of killing was not the only thing she was proficient at, but also in the art of pleasing a man.<br><br>Submission was a rare quality in the world when it concerned women in the West. Though expectations of an obedient wife were still assumed, so many of the fairer sex deemed that they did not have to lower themselves to their knees in order to show love. Many men were left unsatisfied in their carnal desires, and not even their mistresses would lower themselves to such a standard. Though independence and such still touched within the East, there was a deep rooted sense of honor instilled with a pleased lover. Collar, leash, slavery were common terms as far as sexual submission was concerned..and even beautiful killers acknowledged the importance of devotion.<br><br>The Endeavour was much like a second home now, as every mission which Lord Beckett assigned her involved some sort of journey upon the ship. Whether it be for the duration, or to drop her off in meeting a less recognizable vessel, a certain amount of time was always spent there. Lord Beckett had preferred her quarters to be most separate from his for appearances sake, so she had set up a most exotic place for herself in the lower basement decks of the ship. A room decorated with silks of deep reds, dark wood, tapestries of tigers and dragons, statues, and of course the necessities including a large trunk of a random assortment of items taken from her victims. Everything from a piece of clothing, a family seal, to a lock of hair. The already large trunk was nearly full, and a good majority credited to her short time working for the Company..<br><br>Her Lord had many enemies to dispose of…<br><br>She was unaware of the fact he had a wife, and remained naïve in her belief that she was his only desire. Perhaps her heart was overwhelmed with her adoration, that the thought of another woman completely escaped her…for she would be too quickly consumed with despair and jealousy upon learning that she must share her Master with anyone.<br><br>He had been wise to keep this from her thus far.<br><br>When his heavy footsteps were heard upon the stairs, Jia-li glanced up from her maps. Dressed in an elegant, red and gold silk robe like gown, the young girl smiled anxiously. Her heart fluttering, she brushed her long dark locks away from her face before moving to the center of the room right before the door. Her hands were placed elegantly upon her lap, her gray eyes staring intently at the door. As the handle turned, she knelt down with her thighs spread wide to sit upon her heels. Her back arched slightly with her breasts thrust forward, head held high but eyes lowered…Her palms resting upward upon her legs as she waited for the sound of his voice…</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Indiscreet Confessions (J.T. and China Doll) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 13:03:55</strong>
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				He calmly climbed down the stairs dressed in a pair of black pants, vivid green overcoat, and a white scarf tied around his neck. The black curvy triangular hat, a symbol of East India Trading Company was proudly resting on his head while his left fist was rapt around the shinning golden handle of his sword which always dangled in his waist although he was certainly not one of those greatest swordsmen in his era. His manipulative skills were the reasons of his supremacy over all others; it was no surprise a finest swordsman and warlord like James had to vulnerably listen and act on his insane decisions.&nbsp; <br><br>His heavy brown sailor boots clattered more than usual especially on the wooden floors, which often gave away his secret arrivals to his precious Asian slave. He couldn’t recall a single incident when Jia-li was not kneeling in front of the doors on his arrivals; her submissive postures always made his fingers shake and warmed his soul to a peak which no other women could ever archive. It was a blur but certain pleasure to witness Jia-li on her knees, devoted and willing to go any lengths for him. <br><br>Beckett pushed the door and skidded inside her chamber to once again witness his love slave on her knees waiting patently for him. His boots tapped against the basement floor as he approached close to Jia-li. Albeit his reserve and manipulative nature Beckett loved Jia-li to bits; he adored and craved her but he was also aware that his love for Jia-li was hopeless. Beckett was married to the daughter of a powerful family in her majesty’s realm. Of course it was merely a political marriage in anticipation for the favors they could have rewarded him but those bonds were strong enough to part Beckett and Jia-li.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“How is she?” He stood in front facing her as he raised his hand gently stroking her hairs, guiding them to her ears. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Indiscreet Confessions (J.T. and China Doll) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 18:03:40</strong>
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				The young assassin felt her heart pounding beneath her breast rapidly as she heard his footsteps heavy upon the stairs. Her eyes were cast downward, not daring to look up until he stroked her hair away from her face, a subtle signal that she was allowed to move freely.&nbsp; The submissive qualities which all powerful men crave of a woman had always lingered within her, though with her fierce independence in her profession she had never been properly molded. All those who tried, failed at the end of her blade. It took an English gentleman, Lord Cutler Beckett, to properly mold and design Jia-li into the devoted deadly slave she was now…Fatal to everyone, but her Master.<br><br>Her glossy lips drew inward in anticipation as he entered the room. She could see from beneath her lashes, the boots which she curled against often beneath his desk. She could smell the leather..his soft cologne, and the tea still fresh upon his lips as he approached. Jia-li was greatly in tune with her senses, as was to be expected after killing every person she was set after without fail. One had to be in total control of themselves to commence in the perfect assassination and never be caught. Though,&nbsp; all that power, she relinquished at the feet of the East India Trading Company, but most specifically to Lord Beckett. <br><br>She nuzzled his hand gently when he touched her, smiling up to him as she kissed his fingertips affectionately. “She is well..” she said softly, rising to her feet so that she might curl her silken clad figure against his side. “Master has not spoken of her mission yet…she is curious of what he has in mind for her…” Spoken in broken English, a soft purr to her voice as she caressed her fingers down his chest. Jia-li could understand English more than she could speak it, though they had both exchanged in the midst of passion a few words from their own mother tongues so that they could speak to one another privately no matter what their company was…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Indiscreet Confessions (J.T. and China Doll) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 15:26:00</strong>
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				His heart often pounded faster when Jia-li was around albeit he never treated her any better than a pet dog, and often worse than a dog. She was not allowed to stand in his presence unless she was excused to. She was not allowed to question him or to reply back. She had to wear his collar in her neck all time, it was a symbol of her slavery, and it reminded her that she was owned and belonged only to Lord Beckett. He had a big list of rules which she could not break, and a list of vindictive punishments for failing to meet his expectations. <br><br>Beckett stroked her hairs once and sank onto the closest chair sitting down. Her question took him with a surprise, it was going to be a face to face war and artists like her had no place in it. She was an assassin, like a musician and a painter, they were perfectionist but with limits. It was obvious Beckett had reasons for having her around especially when he went ahead taking her regardless their guidelines of not having a woman on a war ship. What was the reason? The reason was merely that she ruled his heart. “I am not sure if she is aware that my life is in danger…I was asked to quit this operation before even it started….” A slight smile painted on his lips as he looked down on her. “Last week one of the sailors tried to stab me…I believe I was fortunate that I am still alive…but I doubt if I will be so fortunate again…”<br><br>“Come here….” Beckett invited Jia-li close as sorrow dripped and ran from his eyes. “Can she believe it, my own people want me killed… this is the price for my years of loyalty to East India Trading Company.” He leaned running his fingers on her soft rosy lips “I will not betray my duties and my honor…I have none I can trust except her…her mission is to protect me…to be with me, around me all the time.” Of course it was a lie but it was essential and from him it sounded more convincing than truth. 
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				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 05:39:24</strong>
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				Despite the rules, the heavy consequences for breaking them, and the all around slave like manner in which she was treated, Jia-li believed the sun rose and set with Lord Beckett. Her loyalty to him was never questioned, and she eagerly obeyed every command set forth. When she was unruly in her earliest time with him, he had beat her harshly. She remembered the splitting of skin, the feeling of blood gushing from wounds placed in the name of passion..She remembered, and took lesson from that day and had since never been the victim of his wrath.<br><br>With the grace of a feline, she crawled to him with a scowl upon her radiant face. She was pained at the situation he had mentioned, and cursed herself inwardly that she had not been there to protect him. She knelt between his legs, slender figure perfectly situated as she affectionately stroked his face. She kissed upon the fingers he placed to her lips and frowned to him, "she is upset she was not there to protect You my Master.." His title spilling like sweet honey from her lips. Her accent heavy, but her voice soft and angelic as she moved his hands to her lips, kissing the ring which bore his family crest...the same crest which was branded onto her shoulder. <br><br>"she will protect You...Nothing and no one will harm You while she is around.." She purred, completely oblivious to his lies. When Beckett spoke of trusting none but her, it may be farce and twisted, but when Jia-li is content to say that she trusts no one but him...there is only truth. She tasted wine for fear of poison for him, she was like a second shadow in her proximity to him on deck..Not one of the sailors liked her presence, not even the Commodore, but she felt that the ones more hesitant than usual would be the ones with an extra blade tucked in their sleeves..<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Indiscreet Confessions (J.T. and China Doll) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>26-10-2008, 14:26:54</strong>
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				Beckett leaned forcing his lips on her forehead; he cherished her touch, her innocence and her loyalty but it was not a gift, it took a great deal to turn her into an obedient pet but all those years, those efforts certainly paid off. She was worth having! Beckett certainly felt lucky to own her, she was pretty and dangerous. He caressed her dark hairs affectionately, with his fingers feeling her soft skin. “I am sure she will do her best…” Beckett smiled down at her, quite convinced. His Asian girl was totally blind in his warmth, he had trained her well. <br><br>Beckett’s eyes froze on her soft mounds beneath her silk. She looked so fragile but she wasn’t even close, her daggers could have easily taken his head off. He leaned grabbing her left breast with his right hand. “But that’s not all I need... girl….” He smiled at her before pressing his lips against her pink lips for a deep juicy kiss with his tongue wandering inside her sweet mouth. “That’s not the only reasons why I have her on this ship…” He squeezed her soft breast firmly, it must have sent a sting through her spine. Although he was aware that he was hurting her but his grip only grew strong, he once again desired to witness her submission, her limits.<br><br>“Does it hurt… love?”&nbsp; Beckett groaned in her mouth as he relaxed his grip, he was anxious not to hurt her badly, she was precious and most important to him. Beckett could have lose anything but not Jia-li, he was always ready to go any lengths to keep her close to him. He never cared who it was, his wife, East India Company or anyone from his staff…they all were second. “My little pet…?” He whispered seeking her attention. It was quite obvious Beckett desired her; she was the only one he craved. She was taking good care of his needs every time they voyaged since they met in China. He waited for her reply, it was an obligation for Jia-li to reply him everytime he calls for her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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