The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia)
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				Title: <strong>The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:08:30</strong>
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				The rain fell hard, fat droplets of it splattering on the city’s streets.&nbsp; The wind blew equally hard, ensuring that an umbrella wouldn’t shield a person from all the wetness.&nbsp; He could see that she was wet.&nbsp; It made her clothes stick to her chest, making her curves all the more prominent. <br><br>He’d heard her enter the parking garage before he’d seen her.&nbsp; Heard the sound of her high heels clicking against the concrete as she walked towards her car.&nbsp; He’d been following her for days, always careful not to be seen.&nbsp; Always staying at the edge of her eye line.&nbsp; Keeping to the shadows, watching, but never watched. <br><br>She was concentrating on fishing out her keys and getting them into the door of her car.&nbsp; It ensured she’d not hear his approach.&nbsp; He moved quickly but quietly, intent on her, but never moving impatiently, never letting his prey know of his approach. <br><br>“Do not turn around,” he hissed.&nbsp; “If you look at me, this will be harder.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He pressed two fingers into the small of her back.&nbsp; Panic would make her mind think it was a gun pressed to her.&nbsp; And if she didn’t look at him, she would never know.&nbsp; “Do not make a sound.&nbsp; Scream for help, and no one will get here fast enough.” <br><br>“Do as I say, and I promise you’ll see tomorrow.&nbsp; Defy me, and I make no promises,” his voice was rough, the voice of an alpha.&nbsp; It suggested authority, and demanded respect.&nbsp; <br><br>His movements were efficient.&nbsp; A blind fold tied over her eyes quickly, throwing her world into darkness. <br><br>“Hands behind your back,” he demanded, and when she did, a pair of handcuffs, the metal cool and unyielding against her skin kept her hands back there.&nbsp; <br><br>“Open your mouth,” he demanded, and out came the ball gag, filling her open mouth.&nbsp; Locking it into place with ruthless efficiency, he took her keys, which, he noted with a grin she couldn’t see, were still in her car door. <br><br>Into the trunk she went, and then it was slammed closed.&nbsp; &nbsp;It took only seconds, though terror might make it feel as if the moment had stretched out into forever.&nbsp; Her keys in his hand, he sped off, taking her to the place he’d spent much of his time preparing. <br><br>The place dedicated to her.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:19:49</strong>
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				For reasons too long to go into, I'll be posting Tylia's part until she's ready to write fresh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:20:03</strong>
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				She felt his breath on her throat. It seemed to linger there, to wrap around her neck with menacing caress. Her long dark hair was neatly coiled into a french twist, a professional businesslike style that spoke of control, no hair out of place. <br><br>She was such a good girl, Harth Lakeland was. No drink. No drugs. Polite sexual encounters, few and far between, with well-bred gentlemen who were no risk to her heart or to her soul. She worked hard. Ate right. Got plenty of sleep. Exercised regularly. Dressed modestly. And trusted much too easily. <br><br>Harth gasped when she felt the gun in her back and froze. She was out of her depth and drowning before the first words were out of his mouth. He could feel her tremble against him. Feel the shiver under the tailored jacket, feel it through the high buttoned blouse, feel it through the fabric of her pencil skirt that just grazed the skin above her knees. <br><br>With her hands cuffed behind her back, she became aware of her breasts jutting forward, prominent and exposed, straining the buttons of her jacket. <br><br>The blindfold terrified her and she made a small sound, a begging sound, but that only brought her a gag. <br><br>Her knees buckled and her ankles turned weak in their strapped high-heeled pumps. She fell into his arms and he lifted her, seemingly without strain, into the back of the car. Her skirt raised, revealing a naughty little garter and stockings and her face turned red with shame when she heard his chuckle. <br><br>That is when the terror began, coming in waves. <br><br>It was here that all her fears collided, creating a type of paralysis. She tried to turn, to feel for the lock, to open the trunk by feel. Surely if she could, someone would see her. They would stop and call the police and she would be rescued. <br><br>But what if she failed? What if all she did was make this man angry? <br><br>And the journey passed in flurries of heroic attempts to escape that failed, followed by equally futile attempts to hide her actions from her captor. <br><br>She was just a chemist. She wasn't working on anything important. What could anyone want of her?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:20:27</strong>
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				He moved with a certain cold efficiency.&nbsp; One might think he’d done this before, but in truth, this was his first time.&nbsp; His only time.&nbsp; She was all he wanted.&nbsp; Why practice on another?&nbsp; Why waste his time with someone he did not want? <br><br>He’d been consumed with thoughts of this, and all that planning had given him the precision of a Swiss watch.&nbsp; But he’d never done this before.&nbsp; This was all for her.&nbsp; And soon enough, she would understand just how special she was to him. <br><br>He lived in a nondescript house in the city, at the end of a cul-de-sac. The economic downturn had been a boon for him.&nbsp; It gave him a solitary place to call his own, his closest neighbors three doors down.&nbsp; The houses in his immediate area occupied only by “for sale” signs and the occasional desperate realtor. <br><br>He parked her car in the garage, waiting for the door to slide down before opening the trunk.&nbsp; The absolute darkness of the trunk would be replaced for Harth by the slightly less dark of his garage, lit as it was by a few flickering light bulbs.&nbsp; He stood her on her feet, and looked over her.&nbsp; She’d feel his warm breath on her neck, and feel, even if she couldn’t see it, his dark eyes roaming over her breasts.&nbsp; A shudder passed through him, and because he stood so close to her, she’d feel his body move, and feel the hardness of his cock as it pressed against her hip. <br><br>“Walk,” he said in the same authoritative tone as before.&nbsp; He held her by the elbow, his grip tight.&nbsp; He took small steps, so that she would not stumble, and put his free hand on her head, to guide her through the doorway and into his home.&nbsp; <br><br>Through the blindfold she would not see all his hardwork.&nbsp; All the extra paneling on the walls to make the house soundproof.&nbsp; All the wood against the windows to keep out prying eyes.&nbsp; (Another benefit of the economy being decimated – if his home looked abandoned, well, it fit in, rather than standing out).&nbsp; <br><br>Still, he was not so foolish as to keep her in the living room.&nbsp; He led her down a set of stairs, and into the basement, closing the door behind him. <br><br>“This is where you will stay,” he said to her, as he left her in the middle of the room as he went to turn on a light.&nbsp; “There is a bed in the corner.&nbsp; There are also metal rings that have been drilled into the floor.&nbsp; If I think you’re going to run, I’ll secure you to those rings to keep you from doing so.&nbsp; If you prove over the next few days that I can trust you, you can sleep in the bed without being tied to it.” <br><br>He circled around her then, and was suddenly behind her.&nbsp; He stood close enough that their bodies touched, his hardness poking against her backside.&nbsp; <br><br>“I am taking off the gag. But the moment you scream, it goes back in.&nbsp; The moment you say something I don’t like, it goes back in.&nbsp; I won’t ask you if you understand. If you disobey me, you’ll feel the consequences.”<br><br>And off came the gag. <br><br>Mordyn circled around to stand in front of her now.&nbsp; His hands were on her shoulders, and he let out a breath, shuddering again as he looked at the beautiful chemist.&nbsp; Slowly, he slid the jacket off her shoulders.&nbsp; The handcuffs she wore prevented it from falling to the floor, but that hardly mattered to him. <br><br>Hands went back to her shoulders, and he tore the blouse.&nbsp; The sound of ripping fabric filled the air, and buttons flew at him, one of them striking him in the cheek.<br><br>He barely flinched. <br><br>His hands gripped her shoulders, and he leaned forward, greedily kissing her neck, kissing down the front of her throat, his hot, wet mouth making a trail down her cleavage, his cheek nuzzling her breasts through the bra that cupped them. <br><br>He left her alone a moment, and she’d hear him opening a drawer and taking something out.&nbsp; <br><br>“Don’t move,” he said as he came back.&nbsp; Something hard and cold lay between her breasts, sliding over her skin, towards her left shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>A knife. <br><br>The knife slid under the strap of her bra, and with a swift motion, he cut it away.&nbsp; His hand flipped away the severed strap and now his hot mouth was on her bared shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>He dared slip the cup down, and ran rough fingers over her nipple, toying with it, testing it to see if he could make it hard, even if the reaction was only involuntary. <br><br>And then the knife slid across her bared breast to the opposite shoulder, and began to slide under the remaining strap. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:21:04</strong>
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				There is a terrible beauty to raw emotion. For some, it can be like a narcotic to induce. <br><br>We cover our true feelings with layers of courtesies and customs, until we walk stiffly as if we are wearing invisible snowsuits, unable to feel the world at all. <br><br>But strip all those protections away and what is left is the naked soul of a woman, far more naked than the absence of cloth can provide. <br><br>By the time the car stopped, Harth was in pain. <br><br>Her jaw ached from the ball gag. She hated it. There were only certain ways she could hold her head and still breathe. That more than anything else panicked her into gibbering moments of mindless terror when she would have welcomed death to stop the fear from eating her alive from the inside out. <br><br>Her shoulders were on fire from being handcuffed and forced to lie on her side in the trunk. She had managed to dislodge the blindfold slightly and now she worked frantically to cover her eyes again so that he would not see what she had done. She had just managed it when the car stopped, her cheek red from scraping it against the carpet on the trunk's floor. <br><br>When he reached for her at first, she panicked, twisting away from him, trying to run away inside the trunk, trying to put as much distance from him as possible. He let her tire herself, let her realize how futile were her actions. <br><br>He would see the realization in the slump of her muscles, the relaxation of tension that comes from helplessness. <br><br>Perhaps that was why he was so gentle when he took her from the trunk, when he took such small steps so that she would not fall. Why he protected her head. <br><br>She felt his desire and quailed, knowing now what he wanted. Felt his shudder, the tremble in his hands. <br><br>She tried to run again, just once more, when he forced her down the stairs. <br><br>Her cuffed hands rested against his cock when he stood behind her and she balled her hands into fists so that he did not think she caressed him. But he pressed against her, against her hands, against her backside. She could not move without caressing him. So she tried not to move. <br><br>But the release of the gag was voluptuous in relief. He could see her gratitude in the way her mouth moved, the way she sagged against him, unconsciously seeking comfort from him, inadvertently taking the first step towards submission. <br><br>"I will not scream," she whispered her promise. "Please don't put that back in." She could hear nothing from the world outside. No siren. No horn. No voices. No airplane. No traffic. She knew what that meant. No one would hear her scream. <br><br>All of her world was focused on him. How he moved. How he breathed. And everything she felt could be seen on her mouth. <br><br>She whimpered as he slid the jacket from her shoulders, the gentleness frightening as tension built in her. Her lower lip trembled and her chin quivered. <br><br>Then came the shock of his hands ripping her blouse from her body and she cried out in shock. Then whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." <br><br>His mouth was on her, hungry and wild, shocking her with his lust. She twisted trying to escape him, but his arms were like iron. <br><br>When he left, when the drawer opened, she froze, her blouse hanging in rags, exposing honey colored skin and warm swelling curves. <br><br>Her mouth turned round with terror when the knife touched her, but she remained motionless, trying not to make a sound, trying to do nothing to provoke this man to cut her. <br><br>He bared one breast, one trembling breast, and his touch shocked her and shamed her as her nipple hardened against his calloused thumb and her belly clenched. <br><br>She moaned when the knife cut through her strap and began to crumple to the ground.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:21:31</strong>
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				The knife fell to the floor as he reached forward, catching her, keeping her from crumpling.&nbsp; <br><br>“Stand,” he said.&nbsp; His voice firm, but also with a hint of worry.&nbsp; “Stay on your feet.”&nbsp; A command still, but gentler.&nbsp; He did not threaten her. Did not need to in this moment.&nbsp; She understood where the power was. <br><br>“Let me look at you.” <br><br>His hands came to her bare shoulders, caressing them, fingers callused and scraping roughly against her smooth, honey colored skin.&nbsp; He let out a breath again, hands trembling in something nearing ecstasy. <br><br>His hands slipped lower, pushing her bra away, exposing both of her breasts.&nbsp; He cupped them, one in each hand, squeezing his hands closed over them, fondling her, groping her.&nbsp; Gently at first, but as he felt her skin in his hands, as he could feel her breathing and trembling, more roughly, his breathing becoming louder. <br><br>His body was against hers, one hand on her ass, the other touching her mouth.&nbsp; He held her against him, his hard cock pressing against the front of her pencil skirt.&nbsp; He wore a silk shirt, and it was smooth and warm against her bare breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>“So beautiful,” he whispered against her skin as he kissed her neck.&nbsp; A finger slid between her lips, and went deeply into her mouth as he ground his body against hers, moaning loudly, licking her neck and shoulders. <br><br>In time, he slipped behind her.&nbsp; His hands covered her breasts again, and he kissed the nape of her neck, before putting his mouth over her ear. <br><br>“I won’t hurt you.&nbsp; As long as you obey me.&nbsp; If you do as I say, then you have my promise, I won’t hurt you.&nbsp; Everything I do, its to make sure you obey.&nbsp; Fight me, and I will hurt you.&nbsp; But obey me, and you’ll be safe, always.”&nbsp; <br><br>“I promise you.” <br><br>Mordyn’s hand wrapped around her waist, and he guided her across the room, walking behind her, his steps pressing his body against hers.&nbsp; His arousal seemed to have grown in intensity, as his cock now pressed with increasing insistence against her.&nbsp; <br><br>She came to a stop leaning against a wooden desk.&nbsp; On her left side, he opened a drawer, moving her so that it did not collide with her hip as he opened it.&nbsp; From inside the drawer, he produced a small pair of scissors. <br><br>He took his time, carefully cutting away what remained of her blouse, jacket and bra.&nbsp; He was very, very careful not to cut Harth.&nbsp; And he continued to reassure her that he didn’t want to hurt her.&nbsp; That this was only necessary to get her to obey. <br><br>Then the scissors were at the bottom of her skirt, cutting up along her leg, all the way up to her waist.&nbsp; Another shudder, and then he pulled away her skirt, leaving her in her panties, stockings and garter. <br><br>His hand came up along her backside, sliding between her shoulders, and he pushed her forward, bending her over the table, her face pressed against the smooth wood.&nbsp; <br><br>A hand slid along her inner thigh, towards her warm center.&nbsp; Mordyn leaned over her, moaning loudly, slowly touching her, exploring her. <br><br>But there was a hesitation.&nbsp; He touched her in an intimate way, stroked her with a lothario’s expertise.&nbsp; But he didn’t seem ready to go all the way. <br><br>It was almost as if he was waiting for her to ask for more. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:22:06</strong>
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				Something was happening within her. <br><br>He commanded her to stand and she rallied, nodding, not trusting her voice, afraid of the hysteria that threatened to bubble to the surface. She felt a connection to him when she stood by herself ... as if they had achieved something together. <br><br>His eyes devoured her. She could feel the weight of his gaze as if it had a tongue licking her. With only his stare, without touching her, her nipples pebbled before his eyes. A sign. <br><br>Every survival instinct she had was laid down millions of years ago when the alpha male took his mate, his teeth clamped over her throat to make her submit. She tried to please this man who held a knife to her flesh. <br><br>And that was her undoing. Actions drive beliefs. As she strove to make him think she wanted this, she opened herself more and more to his touch. He could see it, he could feel it. And as her musk started to rise, he could smell it. <br><br>She had never felt anything like this. Helpless to do anything but feel, she was electrified at each touch. Gentle strokes had her body yearning towards his hands, rough caresses made her gasp, tightening her nipples to agate hardness against his fingers or lips or tongue. His breath engorged her nipples and raised them towards his mouth. <br><br>He made her live inside her breasts, learn what they could feel, made her feel each nerve ending in each nipple, made her learn how they tightened when stroked soothingly, how the rasp of his teeth grazing their tender flesh caused her to shudder with pleasure, made her nipples darken and pebble. He could make her ache for more just by breathing. <br><br>The stubble of his beard scratched her with erotic fervor and she writhed helplessly in his arms. That was the signal he had been waiting for. <br><br>As his touch became rougher, she found herself moaning. Desire washed over her, she was responding more and more to him, enough so that when his finger slid into her mouth, she licked it with such hesitancy, seeking his permission, then began to suckle it as he rubbed against her. <br><br>His voice in her ear became a lifeline. And she believed him. Believed he would not hurt her if she obeyed him. She nodded. She understood. <br><br>Her hands unclenched, fingers straightening then curling into claws, reaching for him as he cut away all the trappings of her former life. Her body would jerk from time to time, and his hand would press her warningly. Be still or he will hurt you. Obey. Against her will, step by step, she began to obey. <br><br>She felt each snip, each tug, each loss of her clothes, the sharp scissors wielded with care and a terrible precision. He was tuning her. By the time he was done, her focus was completely on him, her body ready to respond to his slightest touch. <br><br>The tension in her muscles was exquisite as she bent helplessly over his desk. And now he began to seduce her. Musk gathered between her legs because of his touch. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched as her womb contracted, his fingers dancing and teasing and cajoling the sensitive intimate folds, her nether lips pouting beyond the edges of the lacy thong. <br><br>Her breath came ragged as he stripped away her layers of inhibitions to expose the raw need that lay beneath. <br><br>He knew it would be there. He knew he could reveal it. <br><br>She was wet between her legs, panting with need, her back arched, and still his fingers played and pinched and stroked and soothed but denied her release until she cried out hoarsely "Please!" <br><br>And what she was begging for, she was only beginning to guess. But her hips knew as they mimed the thrust of sex, as they told him that she was ready and more than ready, that he could take her now ... because she asked so nicely in her distress. "Please" she begged him. "Please. Oh gods have mercy ... please"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:22:24</strong>
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				At some point, and not even Mordyn remembered when, he’d pulled his shirt off.&nbsp; So when he leaned over her, she felt his chest against her bare back.&nbsp; His weight pressed down on her, crushing her breasts against the smooth wooden surface of the desk. <br><br>“Of course,” he answered her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Its all I want.”&nbsp; He said, and kissed her shoulder, before letting his teeth sink in to the soft skin. <br><br>His hands ran down her back, over her ass.&nbsp; Fingers ran over her hips, and underneath the lacy sides of her thong.&nbsp; &nbsp;His fingers lifted the lacy material from her skin, and then slowly, he lowered her thong, pulling it down past her hips, then her knees, carefully lifting her feet to remove the thong entirely.&nbsp; Her panties removed, he tossed them to the side, and then stood back, removing his shoes, then his pants. <br><br>He studied her.&nbsp; She was supple and submissive, presenting herself to him, waiting to be penetrated.&nbsp; She was beautiful in her surrender.&nbsp; The edge of terror she felt making her blossom into something voluptuous and primal.&nbsp; He’d wanted her before taking her.&nbsp; Now, he could think of nothing else. <br><br>Both hands slid up her thighs, and he parted her legs wide, forcing her to keep presenting herself to him.&nbsp; His fingers toyed with her nether lips until his fingers were sticky with her musk.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn drew himself closer, his cock against her inner thigh.&nbsp; Clear drops of pre-cum glistened and dripped freely from his manhood.&nbsp; A hand went forward, gripping her by the back of the neck, holding her firmly.&nbsp; His other hand guided his pride towards her waiting sex. <br><br>With a loud moan, he was inside of her.&nbsp; Sliding himself forward until she sheathed him completely. <br><br>There was a weight to his cock, a thickness that forced her the tender flesh of her inner folds to stretch and accommodate him.&nbsp; Her body had to become used to his presence, and she was given no choice in the matter.&nbsp; She had to accept him, had to take him fully.&nbsp; She was allowed no other option. <br>&nbsp;<br>His hands lifted her slightly off the desk, holding her steady.&nbsp; She was still helpless in her handcuffs, her body his to use as he saw fit.&nbsp; A hand was between her breasts, gripping her shoulder.&nbsp; His other hand had slid over her hips, and now stroked her clitoris, stimulating her, showing her that he knew how to please her. <br><br>Demonstrating that if she did obey, she would also enjoy herself. <br><br>He thrust gently at first, but those initially gentle strokes soon gave way to something more frantic.&nbsp; He moaned loudly, his hands moving, gripping and stroking her, his hips bucking wildly, each thrust harder, deeper and faster than the previous.<br><br>He took her roughly, every pent up desire he had expressed and inflicted on her helpless and willing body.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn fucked Harth with as much passion as he could muster.&nbsp; And, it must be said, he had a lot of passion to bring to bear. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:22:58</strong>
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				She had begged him for it, her voice hoarse with need, so his entry into her should not have come as such a shock. <br><br>But it did. It shocked her with pleasure so dark it could only be sin. <br><br>This stranger invaded her, filling her ... more than filling her ... squeezing the tight muscles of her cunt even tighter to accommodate him, thrusting deep and hard and then pausing ... pausing ... waiting for her to acknowledge his conquest, waiting to feel it through his cock. <br><br>Her tissues throbbed with slick fervency around him. He was sculpting her from the inside out. Her body was telling him all her secrets, as if he was her inquisitor and she could not help but confess. He knew when her heartbeat quickened because it caused her inner muscles to pulse faster. He knew when her pleasure began because her musk slathered him with the sticky perfume of need. <br><br>He lifted her so that she would not be hurt when his claiming began. That protective kindness was crueler than a blow. It made it harder to hate him ... and she wanted so much to hate him. She wanted to hate him enough to drown out her fear of him. To hate him enough to deny him any victory. <br><br>But she gasped at his next thrust and her heart shaped ass quivered against his groin from the force of his penetration . Now his movements became more deliberate, his hand finding her sex and gently tormenting it with pleasure strokes until she started to move with him. <br><br>"No" she whispered in protest of her body's treason. "No!" she cried to stop the tide of desire flooding her nerves. "NO!" she shouted in desperate denial. <br><br>But her body, her sweet treacherous body screamed "YES" over and over again as he wrenched her climax out of her soul and owned them both. <br><br>He had laughed in triumph then. <br><br>Exhausted from terror, spent from orgasm, Harth began to sob, a hopeless sound of grief. He had demanded her pleasure and she had given it to him. No matter what happened, she would never be the same. <br><br>But he was not done. Now he would reward himself. Now he began to take his pleasure, to use her body to slake his lust, his need, to claim her, to conquer her, to torment her body with forbidden pleasures again. And she responded. Her gasps becoming less a thing of fear and more of need. <br><br>Until finally he thrust hard and deep, loins heaving, balls slapping her ass, and he moaned his release while she sobbed her climax again, pushed over the edge of resistance by the purity of his lust. <br><br>She keened in despair then. <br><br>Her wrists bound in steel. <br><br>Her eyes dark behind the wet rag of the blindfold. <br><br>His cock still pulsing inside her. <br><br>And his seed slowly seeping down her legs.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:23:14</strong>
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				“Yes,” he replied to her, “yes,” he repeated, each time she told him no. <br><br>He was inside of her, throbbing, expanding, thrusting, losing himself to the moment.&nbsp; His eyes were closed, his head back, just as blinded as Harth was.&nbsp; The inner walls of her cunt clenched around him, making him feel her from the inside out.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could feel the musk dripping from her, making his thighs wet, causing their bodies to glide smoothly where they made contact. <br><br>As she shuddered and writhed through her climax, he gripped her hair tightly, pulling on it hard, howling in lust and pleasure, thrusting his cock deep into her, wanting her to feel him pierce her all the way through as she found pleasure.&nbsp; A pleasure the repressed chemist might never have allowed herself before now. <br><br>Moments after her climax, Mordyn abandoned all humanity.&nbsp; He became something primal and bestial.&nbsp; He was not a man, but Man, an ancient thing of lusts and appetite. Unbridled id, lost to the desires of now. <br><br>He thrust hard, hard enough that her entire body would feel the tremors.&nbsp; Looking over her shoulder, he could see her full breasts bouncing, could hear the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding as he fucked her from behind.&nbsp; <br><br>He came hard, his load carrying weight both literally and metaphorically.&nbsp; It flooded into her, a torrent of white hot seed, coating her passage, offering her a sort of baptism.&nbsp; He came for what seemed to be an eternity, filling her with his insistent, lustful seed. <br><br>Mordyn’s mouth closed on her shoulder, and he let his teeth sink into her soft skin, his body jerking, fucking her until his climax was done, treating her as an alpha treats its mate.&nbsp; <br><br>When he was done, he slid from her slowly, his cock sliding down her slick thigh.&nbsp; Mordyn moaned again, and then gasped, trying to get air into his lungs.&nbsp; He had the presence of mind to turn Harth around, letting her half sit on the desk and half stand on the floor. <br><br>His hands ran from her thighs to her stomach, over her breasts, to her shoulders, and he squared them, tilting her head back, so that her breasts were thrust out and her throat exposed.&nbsp; His hands went to her knees, and he forced them apart.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at her body, the body he’d just claimed as his own.&nbsp; Studying her mouth, concentrating on her puckered nipples and swollen breasts,&nbsp; contemplating her vagina, the nether lips puffy and swollen from their rough treatment, his seed leaking from her to dry against her thigh. <br><br>Mordyn was quiet, eerily so. She could hear only his breathing.&nbsp; Finally, as he reached out and ran his hand over her thigh, finger sliding under her garter, he made his pronouncement. <br><br>“You can never leave me,” he said.&nbsp; Not as a threat.&nbsp; Rather, as a simple statement of the truth.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:23:38</strong>
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				Her exhale came out as a sigh when he turned her around to lean against the desk. <br><br>He could see relief in the way she held her muscles, but also despair ... the slump of her shoulders, the convex curve of her back, her head hanging down. <br><br>It displeased him. <br><br>She stiffened as he ran his hand over her body, becoming wary, shrinking away from him. <br><br>That was not tolerated. She felt the rebuke coming and tried hard not to cringe. <br><br>Harth's breath caught in her throat when he squared her shoulders. She felt the strain along the sides of her breasts, the muscles becoming stretched by the pucker of her eager dark nipples anticipating his fingers and his mouth. Unaware of what she did, she lifted them higher in display. She would feel shame if she had known what she did. <br><br>Harth jerked her head away when she felt his hands on her jaw, frighteningly strong hands. He tilted her head as he pleased, the firm pressure warning her not to move, telling her that her body was now his. No words were spoken. She needed none. <br><br>But when he went to push her legs apart, some spark of outrage flared, and she resisted him. Resisted him with her head still tilted as he had placed it. Resisted with her shoulders still squared, her breasts still thrusting forward. <br><br>She tried to retain control, but he thrust the her legs wide, and she cried out. Then wider, and she moaned a supplication that spurred him further. And wider still until she felt the pull ache down inside of her thighs and she bit her lips to bite back the sound and held her legs there until they quivered with fatigue. <br><br>She could feel his eyes on her as if they had weight. Her vagina closed and opened, as contractions rippled through her from the touch of his gaze. He had become her entire world. <br><br>His silence was ominous, filled with nameless formless things that flickered in her frightened empty mind and made her obey his wordless demands until the ache of trying to hold the elegant helpless pose he had placed her manifest itself in shaking limbs, her mouth twisted in a silent plea for mercy. <br><br>She was afraid to break his silence, afraid to break the pose, but she could not maintain the position any more. <br><br>"You can never leave me," he said, his hands on her thighs, and her posture crumpled. <br><br>"No!" she screamed and started to thrash, kicking at him, trying to push through him, slapping his body with hers, strong with terror, she made a last desperate attempt at freedom and she used everything that she had ever been to achieve it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:23:52</strong>
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				Mordyn had closed his eyes after speaking the words.&nbsp; They felt like a confession, as if he’d unburdened himself to her.&nbsp; And, though it was not rational, he had expected her to agree with him.&nbsp; Or maybe, it was not an expectation so much as a fantasy.&nbsp; She would recognize all he’d done for her, all he’d made her blossom into, and she would never want to leave. <br><br>So her rebellion was utterly shocking. <br><br>Her kicks and body checks landed hard against him, and made him stumble back.&nbsp; He made a confused sound, eyes flying wide as she threw herself at him.&nbsp; Mordyn stumbled backwards, tripping, landing hard on the ground.&nbsp; He grunted in pain as the pointed toe of her heel struck the side of his face.&nbsp; A warm stream of blood poured down his face.&nbsp; <br><br>“No,” he said loudly, “stop!”&nbsp; But the desperate Harth continued to thrash.&nbsp; <br><br>“Stop,” he repeated again, still surprised when she didn’t.&nbsp; <br><br>Without thinking about his actions, he slapped her cheek.&nbsp; Not hard, but hard enough. It shocked him, his own outburst.&nbsp; But by the time it was over, his blood was up.&nbsp; This was her fault.&nbsp; She’d ruined the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>And she had to learn. <br><br>A low growl came from deep within his throat, and Mordyn surged forward, gripping Harth by the shoulders. He threw her onto the bed, and came up on top of her, pinning her to the bed.&nbsp; She was on her back, and he was straddling her.&nbsp; Naked still, his cock mostly flaccid, dangling between them like an unspoken threat. <br><br>“I said,” and now he was hissing between clenched teeth.&nbsp; He had her by the hair, and had brought her head up, his mouth next to her ear.&nbsp; His other hand held her breast, and he used his weight to pin her to the bed, hips thrust downward to keep her in place.&nbsp; <br><br>“Stop.” <br><br>“Do you hear me?” Rage was in his voice.&nbsp; But more than rage.&nbsp; Outrage.&nbsp; Because he was the power, the authority.&nbsp; Her disobedience was unthinkable. <br><br>“You must be punished now,” he said, again, pronouncing it as fact more than a threat.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:24:14</strong>
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				Her attack on Mordyn was unfocused, frenzied, fueled by the fear that she would come to accept his pronouncement ... that she would come to love it ... that she would come to need it.<br><br>"You can never leave me."&nbsp; <br><br>Deep within, so deep in the darkness each of us has in our soul, in the darkest place where no rational thought could ever blossom there, she knew that he was right.&nbsp; <br><br>Even if she were rescued this very minute, a part of her would always remain with him for what he had done to her ... for what she had let him do ... for how her craven body exalted in the debauchery of his embrace.&nbsp; It would be his as long as he lived.&nbsp; It would be his even after he had died.&nbsp; It would be his until she breathed her last breath, and she knew, that in that final moment, she would feel the thrust of his cock into her craven welcoming body.<br><br>He had seen her shame.&nbsp; Seen it, loved it, nurtured it, rubbed it on him, bathed in her shame, lapped it off her flesh ... and so she tried to die.&nbsp; Tried to provoke him into killing her.<br><br>"You can never leave me." How gently he spoke those words, with such certainty, and with such pride, as if he offered her a great gift.<br><br>Even as she was doing it, she knew that she hurt him deeply with her rejection, and, even while she was kicking him, the thought of causing him pain made her hurt as well.&nbsp; He was insane, but ... she was more important to him than she had ever been to anyone in her life.&nbsp; She was more important to him than she was to herself.&nbsp; Everything that she had been was being crushed under the weight of that terrible knowledge.&nbsp; She had to die.&nbsp; Desperately she redoubled her efforts.<br><br>His slap shook her.&nbsp; Despite all that had happened, she still behaved as if she were in the world outside this room.&nbsp; When she screamed no, she expected this man to honor that.&nbsp; When she attacked him, she counted on society's strictures that a man does not hit a girl.&nbsp; He had been trying to fend off her attacks without hurting her.<br><br>But this was the jungle, and a male will strike his she if the bitch challenges his authority.&nbsp; <br><br>Even then, he struck her carefully, hurting her enough to stop her, stinging her to rationality ... or what passed for reason in this harrowing place where no lies could endure.<br><br>Suddenly, the enormity of what she had done crashed down upon her as he flung her to the bed, pinning her with his body, her shoulders wrenched with the weight of him, the cuffs digging into her wrists, into her buttocks.&nbsp; In that moment, she realized how careful he had been of her all along.<br><br>Survival instincts kicked in again ... and something more.&nbsp; "I'm sorry," she whispered over and over.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."&nbsp; She nuzzled him, this ancient female animal, nuzzled him with her nose and lips and chin, letting her sweet breath caress him, letting her cheek strop against his skin, that same cheek that he struck to stop her dangerous assault, that cheek still warm from his hand, touching his flesh in abject remorse.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn might have realized something, too.&nbsp; He had dreamed of this for so long, had planned it so meticulously, and she had responded so beautifully, so perfectly, that he thought she had understood.&nbsp; But he had lived with this for months, ever since he first saw her.&nbsp; She had lived with it ... was it only hours?<br><br>Learning this important could not be rushed.&nbsp; She was not yet ready.&nbsp; Like a glass imperfectly tempered, she had shattered when cooled too quickly.&nbsp; Fortunately, he was there to pick up the pieces, to reassemble his beautiful Gallatia.<br><br>All was not lost.&nbsp; Even now, there was beauty in this.&nbsp; As caught up as he was in fucking her, he did not really see the transformation he wrought until after he was done.<br><br>Now, he could watch the metamorphosis.&nbsp; Her mouth had been ugly when she fought him, a hard snarling line, the once pretty lip curled in contempt.&nbsp; Her nipples had become soft during their fight, too pale, too unformed, ugly.&nbsp; The tension of her muscles was an offense to nature, this lovely feminine creature should not use her small strength against her mate, it was an abomination.<br><br>But now, he watched as she realized the error of her ways.&nbsp; Watched her mouth form the roundness of horror and then flow into sorrow.&nbsp; Unguarded again, soft, so soft her pretty lips moved in their whispered apologies.&nbsp; So soft her sweet contrite breath on his skin.&nbsp; She rubbed him gently with the cheek he slapped, acknowledging the right of his blow.&nbsp; She had deserved it.&nbsp; She knew that now.&nbsp; She knew many things now.&nbsp; He had taught her well.<br><br>And as she nuzzled him, her nipples rubbed against his chest, hardening along his ribs, becoming smaller, tighter, harder, sweeter.&nbsp; <br><br>"You must be punished."<br><br>Just a tiny whimpering sound.&nbsp; Not of protest.&nbsp; She now knew better than that.&nbsp; But she was only human, perhaps fully human for the first time in her life, reborn into his world.&nbsp; Innocent and foolish and new.<br><br>She nestled against his body, now, seeking comfort from him, seeking his protection, making herself small, turning into the exquisite delicate creature she was supposed to be, beautiful now.&nbsp; Her legs opened under the weight of his thighs.&nbsp; Opened of her own accord. It was an offering.<br><br>"I am so sorry." She whispered again, her lips were sweetly tentative, barely touching his skin in their feathery kisses along his shoulder. Frightened little puffs of breath prayed to him for forgiveness.<br><br>"You must be punished."<br><br>She trembled soft and lost against the hard planes of his body.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:24:35</strong>
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				“I know,” he whispered to her.&nbsp; “I know you’re sorry,” Mordyn repeated.&nbsp; His weight was still atop her, but his posture had relaxed.&nbsp; He was lying on her now, rather than pressing her down.&nbsp; His body flat over hers, his mouth close to hers. <br><br>He moaned as her nipples turned hard against his chest.&nbsp; As she nuzzled him, he turned his face, mouth seeking hers for a kiss.&nbsp; The kiss was soft, tender even.&nbsp; More intimate than their previous coupling.&nbsp; He kissed her slowly, drinking her lips in, dotting the longer kisses with smaller ones, as if he were punctuating a sentence.&nbsp; <br><br>“I know,” he repeated again.&nbsp; His tone implied more words.&nbsp; His tone implied that, while he knew, she could not escape punishment.<br><br>He knew... but it didn’t change his mind. <br><br>His body slid against hers.&nbsp; She was soft and warm, with her legs parted.&nbsp; Her body transformed, both by their coupling and by her surrender.&nbsp; She’d challenged him, and lost, and now came the ritual baring of her throat, offered in supplication to his sharp teeth.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn slid away from her, drawing up on his knees, leaning over once to lick across her taut belly, tongue dipping briefly into her navel.&nbsp; <br><br>A moment later, he’d flipped her onto her belly.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood, and moved away, leaving Harth blindfolded, wrists bound behind her back, lying face down on the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>Something cold rested on the curve of her ass when he returned.&nbsp; A key.&nbsp; She’d feel its contours against her skin, alive with sensation now for the first time.&nbsp; A click, and one of the handcuffs fell open.&nbsp; He did not open the other cuff though, leaving it on her wrist.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn leaned over her, his hand sliding up her back until he caught her hair, some of which had fallen loose from what had previously been a perfectly coiffed French twist.&nbsp; His grip was tight on her hair, as Mordyn held her in place. <br><br>His mouth pressed to the small of her back, and his tongue slid out.&nbsp; With one single motion, he licked the length of her back, until his mouth was at the nape of her neck, bared as he gripped her.&nbsp; He kissed her neck, then suckled it, then bit again, just as he had before, leaving his red mark on her.&nbsp; Putting his stamp on his property. <br><br>His hands slid under her body, and he lifted his head from her skin, so that he could flip her back over.&nbsp; Mordyn stretched Harth out across the bed, his hand running down her body.&nbsp; Again, he studied her, and again, it took his breath away.<br><br>So was so very beautiful.&nbsp; As beautiful as she’d been in his fantasies.&nbsp; With an erotic allure that made him sink into her depths.&nbsp; Harth had not been the only one transformed.&nbsp; As he looked at her, he felt protective.&nbsp; He wanted to keep her for himself, yes, but also, he wanted to keep Harth from all the ugliness of the world. <br><br>His fingers entwined with hers in the hand that was still cuffed.&nbsp; Holding her hand, he led her arm up over her head, to the post of the bed.&nbsp; With his free hand, he locked the handcuff into place on the bed’s post, securing one of her arms. <br><br>Another handcuff sat on the opposite post, its collar open, and Mordyn locked her free wrist into it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her arms were now stretched over her head, secured to twin posts on the bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mordyn touched her cheek, then slid his hand behind her head, lifting it, and kissed her again.<br><br>His kiss was deep, his tongue filling her mouth.&nbsp; His naked body was atop hers. The scent of her musk lingered in the air, and the memory of her surrender had seared itself into his mind.&nbsp; &nbsp; His free hand slid beneath her hip and lifted her leg, parting her thighs <br><br>He did not invade her this time, so much as slip into her.&nbsp; His cock driven upwards, until it found the hot, wet sheath of her cunt.&nbsp; He drove his hips home hard, grunting through the kiss as he filled her. <br><br>His hips began to move, but this time slower, with a more deliberate pace.&nbsp; He was into her just as deep as before, but this time, he made love, rather than fucked.&nbsp; Mordyn continued to kiss her as he took her a second time.&nbsp; This time, he was driven more by intimacy than urgency. <br><br>He moaned, his rhythm becoming faster, but still different, not the frenzied madness of before.&nbsp; Mordyn showed her that he could be gentle too.&nbsp; That he knew more than one way to set her body on fire. <br><br>When he was done, when she was once more filled with his seed, he slid away from her.&nbsp; Without speaking, he took an ankle, and secured it to a carefully constructed knot at the foot of the bed.&nbsp; And then, he secured her other ankle to the fourth post of the bed. <br><br>He stood at the edge of the bed and reached down.&nbsp; Touching first her cheek, and then her breasts, his fingers then brushing across her stomach.&nbsp; She locked in, prone, helpless. <br><br>About to be punished. <br><br>She felt it against her lips.&nbsp; The hard ball that had silenced her before.&nbsp; And now, Mordyn pushed the gag back between her lips. Fight it or not, she would have to take the gag.&nbsp; That hated thing had returned. <br><br>It was what she’d earned. <br><br>When the gag was in place, locked behind her head, he bent down, and kissed her cheek, before whispering into her ear. <br><br>“Think about what you have done,” he said to her. <br><br>And then, she heard him walk away.&nbsp; She needed time.&nbsp; Time to consider her punishment.&nbsp; Time to wait upon his mercy. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:24:58</strong>
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				"I know you're sorry," he whispered so gently.&nbsp; Her eyes filled with tears behind the blindfold and her throat tightened at the tenderness in his tone.<br><br>"I am so frightened," she murmured between his soft kisses.&nbsp; Her heart was pounding in her chest with such wild drumming that it shook her.&nbsp; He could feel the depth of her uncertainty.&nbsp; She was blind and bound and lost ... and in the hands of a dangerous stranger.&nbsp; Only he knew how to save her.&nbsp; She seemed to sense that.&nbsp; Her body curled gently against his and he comforted her.&nbsp; Her mouth was malleable and achingly expressive, as if her lips sought to atone for the actions of the rest of her body. When had he last tasted such shy anxious kisses?&nbsp; A decade ago? Two?&nbsp; Had anyone ever kissed him so poignantly?&nbsp; Had anyone ever been so anxious to please him?<br><br>"I know."&nbsp; he repeated kindly, and there was regret in his tone.&nbsp; He was still going to punish her, she could hear it.&nbsp; Sharp little teeth of panic began to gibber at her mind until he started to touch her.<br><br>Like a skittish animal under a firm hand, her body quieted to his touch, becoming appealingly sensuous, receptive of each whim of caress that he might bestow.&nbsp; But whenever he moved against her shoulders, she winced, her mouth making tiny motions of pain. But she made no request, no complaint.&nbsp; She had become his assistant, a volunteer administering her own punishment on his behalf.<br><br>She could not contain a cry when he flipped her over, then gasped <br>Quote<br>"I'm sorry."<br>[/font]&nbsp; It had become her love song.&nbsp; But she never mentioned the pain. <br><br>Harth's slender shoulders were on fire from being restrained for so long.&nbsp; When he released her hand from the cuff, she cried out again as the tension in the joint was suddenly relieved.&nbsp; Her body was voluptuous in its gratitude, her heart shaped buttocks clenched and her back arched.&nbsp; She writhed with pleasure and smelled like sex.<br><br>His tongue touched every vertebrae, making them curve again, until he suckled and bitten her neck, marking her.&nbsp; This made her moan, a carnal wanting sound.&nbsp; He could see it in the wriggle of her ass.&nbsp; Ecstasy was to be able to flex her shoulders, she was lush with it.&nbsp; Harth's universe had shrunk to the size of her body and the man who touched her.&nbsp; Nothing else mattered.&nbsp; She was in Chiron's boat and the life she knew before was receding into the erotic mists he laid upon her skin.&nbsp; Tiny electric prickles of nerves flittered down the front of her.&nbsp; Small explosions in the small of her back pleasured behind her.&nbsp; Lust, sweet with submission, throbbed between her legs.<br><br>He was slow and gentle as he eased her arms upwards to the bedposts.&nbsp; She gasped at the sensual bliss of stretching those cramped tendons. She gave him her first smile.&nbsp; Her nipples puckered for him, tight little confections, rosy-brown and nubbly waved in the air.&nbsp; She could feel them tingle. <br><br>She was so grateful to him for tethering her like this, her body was voluptuous with thanks.&nbsp; And he was not disappointed when he gently entered her again.&nbsp; Her flesh was sore and tender from before, swollen so much that he had to move slowly.&nbsp; And he did.&nbsp; Each sensitized nerve fired with his careful thrusts and draw soft moans that were rapturous.&nbsp; Her body rolled against him with each move he made.&nbsp; It rippled and swayed gracefully, anxious to give him pleasure. To atone. To please. To gift.<br><br>This was a loving woman and that was how her body felt to him.&nbsp; If their fucking had been a baptism, this was communion, a living sacrament, holy in the purity of their intimacy.&nbsp; When she came to him, her climax was almost silent, but all the more intense as it clamped him again and again, milking him with her helpless contractions, over and over and over while he thrust hard into her nether embrace.&nbsp; He was profound in his pleasure and filled her with his seed. <br><br>Now she was spent, naked to her soul.&nbsp; He had done it.&nbsp; He had led her to a state of grace.&nbsp; They lay together for a long time savoring the miracle of that moment.&nbsp; She felt his pride, and gave him her warmth.&nbsp; Harth.&nbsp; Such a fitting name.<br><br>Drowsy now, open to him, she could feel his regret when he gently withdrew from her.&nbsp; It was almost a tangible thing.&nbsp; But she did not pay it the attention she should have.&nbsp; Her body felt so lovely to her, so utterly at peace.&nbsp; She was drifting ... drifting ... drifting.<br><br>Until he touched her lips with firm gentleness with the hard ball gag. <br><br>She tensed.&nbsp; He kept it against her mouth, not pushing ... waiting.<br><br>She begged him in her anguished mind not to put that foul thing in her mouth.&nbsp; It made her choke.&nbsp; It made her certain that she would die, that all the air would be used up, that she would swallow her tongue and strangle on it.&nbsp; She would die.&nbsp; Please no, she begged silently.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her whole body begged him.&nbsp; Begged him.&nbsp; But she did not turn her head.&nbsp; And she did not utter a word.&nbsp; Her body pleaded her case before the stern judgment of her captor.<br><br>He waited.<br><br>The tension mounted, sweat breaking out along her brow.&nbsp; Slowly, hesitantly, her mouth opened slightly and he pushed the gag in further. <br><br>And he waited.<br><br>Her sad frightened mouth opened more, he pushed the hard ball further past those trembling lips. <br><br>And he waited again, watching her body tense, watching as she wrestled with herself, wanting to protest, to resist.&nbsp; It was beautiful and heartbreaking to see.<br><br>Her jaw relaxed with a whimper and tears leaked out the sides of her eyes, but she suddenly capitulated, opening her mouth for him, accepting her punishment.<br><br>He fastened the hated thing, watching as she choked in her panic, watching until she accepted it, until she stopped fighting it. <br><br>Her nipples were flaccid with distress, but the chords of her neck stuck out in elegant definition of despair.&nbsp; Each time she swallowed, she choked.&nbsp; Her fingernails dug into her palms above their steel restraints, her toes curled and uncurled with tension as she struggled in her bonds not to die and not to go mad.<br><br>She heard his footsteps recede and now the real terror began.&nbsp; He would leave her here to die.&nbsp; She panicked again, trying to get free, her efforts stealing more air, choking her more, drowning her in her own saliva.&nbsp; The tortured sound of her keening would not be heard by human ears beyond the confines of the room, but it raised the hackles of the dog next door and he howled in sympathy for the woman.<br><br>No one came. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe!<br><br>From somewhere within, she made herself lie still, made each muscle relax.&nbsp; Air flowed into her starved lungs.&nbsp; All she had to do was to accept the gag as she had accepted the bonds, as she had accepted his body.&nbsp; All she had to do was submit. <br><br>It took a long time, a very long and painful time, but eventually, her exhausted body made the decision for her.&nbsp; Her strength gone, her body drained of adrenaline, she slept. <br><br>She dreamed she was a bird whose wings had been clipped by a faceless man who made her body crave his touch.&nbsp; He kept her in a cage and sometimes let her sing.&nbsp; He opened the door to her cage and left the room.&nbsp; It was only then that she saw the cat.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:25:19</strong>
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				The hours that passed were hardly relaxing for Mordyn.&nbsp; He did not have Harth’s terror, but he also did not spend the eights hours of their separation in quiet meditation.&nbsp; He paced. He grew nervous and wiped his sweaty palms so many times on his pants that he was certain he’d ruined them.&nbsp; He could not eat, and he certainly couldn’t sleep.&nbsp; The howling dog set his nerves aflame again, as it was evidenced that he’d not soundproofed his home as well as he ought to have. <br><br>Finally, when he felt as if he would explode, he made his preparations to return. <br><br>He entered pushing a dinner tray on wheels, having spent another half hour carefully loading it.&nbsp; As his taking of Harth had no doubt demonstrated, Mordyn was meticulous.&nbsp; More than one doctor had a file in his office that labeled his behavior as obsessive.&nbsp; He wheeled the dinner cart carefully to the side of the bed, not wanting to wake Harth, who looked so peaceful in her captive slumber. <br><br><em> Almost like room service, </em> he thought to himself with a chuckle as he came around to the other side of the bed. <br><br>Mordyn leaned over Harth, careful to not depress the bed under his weight so severely that it would awaken her.&nbsp; He bent his head, and kissed her neck, lips softly stroking the red mark he’d left there earlier, kissing that sign of ownership.&nbsp; <br><br>As he kissed her soft skin, his hand closed over her breast, fondling her, gently at first, but with an increasing urgency.&nbsp; It was hard to control himself with her so naked, so vulnerable.&nbsp; His hand left her breast and traveled down her belly, resting between her thighs. <br><br>He felt her awaken, and he had his lips at her ear.&nbsp; <br><br>“Quiet now,” he said to her.&nbsp; “I’m here.” <br><br>Mordyn carefully opened the lock on the ball gag’s strap, freeing her.&nbsp; He let her work her jaw and open her mouth, restoring feeling.&nbsp; He knew she hated the gag.&nbsp; He hoped, in time, she’d understand that she could avoid the hated thing, provided she obeyed him.&nbsp; And conversely, she understood now that he had knowledge of one surefire way to make her feel the weight of her disobedience. <br><br>“Are you hungry?” He asked.&nbsp; When she acknowledged her hunger, he carefully unknotted the ropes that bound her ankles.&nbsp; Reaching her over body, his torso (now in a soft shirt), stretched over hers, he unlocked her wrists, and guided her to sit up. <br><br>Significantly, the blindfold remained.&nbsp; <br><br>After she sat up, Mordyn reached across her again, and once more, secured her wrists into the handcuffs, rendering her unable to feed herself. <br><br>Mordyn moved to the opposite side of the bed, and left Harth there, carefully ladling soup into a bowl.&nbsp; His task done, he put his hand under her chin, and tilted her head back.&nbsp; His fingers touched her bottom lip, pushing down until her mouth opened. <br><br>“Chicken soup,” he said, “homemade.” <br><br>Some of the soup in the spoon, she’d hear him blowing on his gently, until it was cool enough.&nbsp; The spoon came to her open mouth and he tilted it past her parted lips, carefully scraping the bottom of her lip and top of her chin when she spilled some. <br><br>It was far from the greatest meal she’d ever had.&nbsp; But it had been carefully prepared, and it was not, by any means, foul tasting.&nbsp; <br><br>It took a long time to finish the bowl, as he fed her a blown on spoonful at a time, making sure she finished it all, explaining, at one point, that it had been a long time since she’d eaten, and he did not want her to starve.&nbsp; &nbsp;Soft dabs of a cloth, not a napkin, kept her lips and chin clean. <br><br>“Thirsty?” He asked.&nbsp; “There is water, soda, juice.”&nbsp; &nbsp;When she indicated her desire, he prepared it, bringing a straw to her lips, letting her drink until she had her fill. <br><br>With that done, he put the bowl and glass away, and reached for something else.&nbsp; She’d hear a clinking sound, as something was dug out of a metal container.&nbsp; <br><br>“You skin,” he said, touching her collarbone, “is hot.” <br><br>Something cold touched her lips.&nbsp; An ice cube.&nbsp; He ran it over her lips, the ice melting steadily, some of it running into her mouth, some of it sliding off her chin to land on the bare skin of her breast or thigh.&nbsp; <br><br>That cube melted, he brought another to her neck, running it across her skin, slowly cooling her down.&nbsp; Again, streaks of ice water ran down her body.&nbsp; Another cube slid between her breasts and circled around her navel. <br><br>More ice traveled in circles around her nipples, until they were both hard, until the cold and the sensual nature of the strokes of ice brought her a new kind of arousal.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn iced her down slowly, occasionally leaning forward, his hot tongue drinking the icy water from her body. <br><br>Leaning forward, Mordyn put another cube against her mouth, tracing the outline of her lips, pushing his fingers into her mouth to leave the ice on hr tongue, feeling it melt under the heat of her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>“Tell me,” he said as he slid his fingers out, “what you are thinking right now.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:25:47</strong>
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				Consciousness began with the comforting perfume of safety.&nbsp; Even asleep, her delicate nostrils flared slightly as she smelled it, and it reassured her at some deep level.&nbsp; It was the smell of childhood, of nurturing.&nbsp; An innocent smile tried to flicker around the ball gag but was thwarted.&nbsp; Stirring, Harth tried to turn over, but the restraints were there. Her mouth twitched with annoyance, even around the gag, but she did not wake.&nbsp; Still, it was the smell of chicken soup, that essential smell of safety, let her slide more deeply asleep while Mordyn watched.&nbsp; Chicken soup.&nbsp; Mother food.&nbsp; It was the most dangerous mistake he made in the conquest of Harth Lakeland.<br><br>Consciousness began to return again to his sleeping captive, but this time it was wanton and erotic.&nbsp; Drifting through her slumber, her right breast began to tingle deliciously, her nipple rewarding Mordyn's touch by stiffening between his fingers until it resembled a caramel kiss, pointed and sweet, while her other nipple remained doughy, flabby from abandonment.&nbsp; There was a metaphor there, and clear evidence of the magic of his touch.&nbsp; &nbsp;When he stepped back to look, her right breast was swollen and pink, the nipple alert and dark, the aureole stretched and pebbled.&nbsp; Interestingly, her left breast began to show some signs of arousal as well, even though he hadn't touched it.&nbsp; Not as much, but some.&nbsp; Still, the contrast was pronounced.&nbsp; His hands transformed her.&nbsp; His hands.&nbsp; His.<br><br>Harth moaned softly, her back arching, inviting more of his touch and he smiled darkly.&nbsp; His hand wandered between her legs, pushing his knuckles gently into her pearl.&nbsp; Even in her restraints, she was driven to move slightly, a further parting of thighs already bound apart.<br><br>She began to writhe and then awakened with a sudden jolt, freezing when she heard Mordyn's whisper in her ear.&nbsp; Her limbs trembled, anticipating some new terror, but he only removed the hated gag.&nbsp; Her exhalation ended in a soft explosion of reprieve. It hurt to move her jaw, she had to close her mouth slowly, carefully, the muscles protesting. But finally, she was able to breathe normally again and a tear leaked down below her mask to fall onto her breast.<br><br>Life leaves marks and Harth had lived fully over the past twenty-four hours.&nbsp; Mordyn surveyed them all.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her mouth was dry and cracked from being unable to lick them all night long, the skin actually split slightly in some places, dotted tiny seeps of blood.&nbsp; She licked them now, but her mouth was dry.&nbsp; She hadn't had anything to drink for hours and she was parched.&nbsp; There was a red rim around half her lips where the ball pressed and made them swell.&nbsp; Red marks from the strap criss-crossed her face.&nbsp; The scarlet X of her transgression stamped on her skin.&nbsp; The marks of her sin.<br><br>His woman's neck contained the mark of his ownership, the flesh mottled in the shape of his mouth with small crenelations from the imprint of his teeth.&nbsp; A maker's mark of many warm colors, red, purple, yellow on honey colored skin.&nbsp; One breast was swollen and dark from his hand this morning.&nbsp; Her wrists showed signs of chafing as did her ankles.&nbsp; But the rest of her body was a fresh canvas awaiting the artist's touch..<br><br>"Thank you," she whispered when her jaw was loose enough for words.&nbsp; There was an excitement running through her at the man's presence.&nbsp; She was very glad he was here.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she had studied more psychology and less chemistry, she would have understood why.&nbsp; But her own mind was a mystery to her, a largely unexamined terrain that was becoming more mysterious with each hour of captivity. <br><br>We are social animals and the worst thing of all is to be alone.&nbsp; And Harth had been terrifyingly, profoundly alone.&nbsp; She had been afraid that Mordyn would leave her to die, bound and gagged and alone.&nbsp; But he was far more subtle than that. <br><br>Hours of dehydration affected her mind.&nbsp; Blood vessels shrank and water was not just needed for life, but also for intelligence.&nbsp; People do better on tests if they have a glass of water immediately before it.&nbsp; Denied water, her head throbbed and she could not think.&nbsp; The woman no longer knew what was right and what was wrong, at least, not here in this place that was located on the fringes of sanity.&nbsp; She was still not capable of killing, and probably would resist stealing, but all other sins and crimes seemed unimportant in the enormity of Mordyn's domain.<br><br>She felt the kiss of his soft shirt as he reached over to untie her and her puffed cracked lips smiled their grateful relief for the ability to move.&nbsp; All her life, she had taken this small thing for granted.&nbsp; The ability to move from one position to another just because it was more comfortable to do so.&nbsp; &nbsp;Harth had discovered that moving her body was no longer a right.&nbsp; But it was a profound privilege granted by a single being. The realization shuddered through her.<br><br>Sitting up was a revelation, stretched limbs protested, then sighed in bliss.&nbsp; Her nose twitched.&nbsp; "Yes, I am hungry, thank you." Harth replied politely.&nbsp; Her voice was hoarse from disuse and from the effects of the gag. <br><br>She shuddered again when he handcuffed her again, but did not protest.&nbsp; She sat on the edge of the bed like a lady, back straight, knees together, ankles crossed gracefully to the side, still in her stockings and garter.&nbsp; If Mordyn found the ladylike pose surreal in her nakedness and her handcuffs and her blindfold, he did not speak of it.&nbsp; She could only act from instinct and the smell of chicken soup.<br><br>Her first taste of soup was ambrosia.&nbsp; Parched tissues drank the precious fluid and well-being flooded through her body with a moan.&nbsp; The chicken soup contained the salts and fluids that she so desperately needed in a form that was easy on her starving body to absorb.&nbsp; He was so gentle in feeding her, so neat in his care.&nbsp; She thanked him for each spoonful, each touch of the cloth, unaware that actions drive beliefs and that she was convincing herself to be grateful to him with each expression of gratitude she gave him.&nbsp; But it was between one spoonful and the next, when Mordyn touched her lips with the cloth and wiped her chin, that Harth had her epiphany.&nbsp; She would survive. She would bide her time, play along, play his game.&nbsp; No more foolish attempts at escape like yesterday.&nbsp; She would make him trust her ... and she would wait until she was sure she could escape.&nbsp; She felt the edge of the spoon touch her lips and she smiled, opening her mouth for another taste of love and home and childhood ... and the woman she was raised to be.<br><br>She asked for water, its clean taste washing her mouth of the night's residue, freshening her breath and completing the restoration of her fluids in her brain.&nbsp; "Thank you," she said sincerely.&nbsp; "I feel much better."&nbsp; That last was said so shyly.<br><br>With her heightened awareness, she felt it coming, like a distant storm.&nbsp; Something began to change in the room.&nbsp; It seemed to grow darker and more sultry, like a bayou on a hot humid night when heat lightning strobed and the air was thick and things oozed in the mud.&nbsp; Mordyn could see her react to the rise of his unspoken desires.<br><br>At the first touch of ice to her lips, she gasped and then suckled the ice to catch the drops, the cold reducing the swelling. <br><br>Then he began to touch her everywhere, making her dance with tiny shocks of cold or great slides of ice, drawing gasps and moans and the hiss of air sucked in between her teeth.<br><br>He began to draw on her body with ice and she writhed for him, her body twisting or curling or stretching to deal with the sensations he wrought.&nbsp; Where the ice touched, her skin contracted, blood vessels fleeing inward, leaving streaks of whiter flesh below glistening trails.&nbsp; His mouth was hot on the cold, bathing her in fire and frost, burning her with his tongue.<br><br>It was erotic beyond anything she had ever known and her back arched, thrusting her breasts towards him, moaning as he drank from her skin, her head thrown back, her mouth open gasping for air. <br><br>"What are you thinking right now?" He asked.<br><br>She had no formed thoughts, but that would not have satisfied him.&nbsp; She blurted the first thing that came to her mind. "You are burning me with ice." she cried "You are burning everything I used to be.&nbsp; I do not know who I am anymore.&nbsp; I do not know what I am! What are you doing to me?"<br><br>Her breasts were jutting high, heaving tumulous flesh with dark tight little pebbles cresting the swells.&nbsp; Her head was thrown back, exposing her throat, his mark, her vulnerability. Carnal graffiti glistened on her sweet warm flesh, an unchaste grimoire painted with ice and saliva by a cold hard man possessed by an exhortation of devils.&nbsp; <br><br>A man who understood the placement of each thread in the warp and weave of sin and who could use it to bind a woman's soul. <br><br>A man who had waited too long to be denied ... anything.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:26:32</strong>
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				Many doctors, counselors, state appointed evaluators, even coworkers (though he’d never held a job for very long), noted almost immediately about the man named Mordyn was his inability to understand nuance and subtlety.&nbsp; He had no sense of guile, no ability to imagine or understand duplicity.&nbsp; For Mordyn, everything existed <em>prima facie</em>&nbsp; everything was exactly as it appeared. <br><br>That made him dangerous, because he did not grasp the concept of diplomacy.&nbsp; What he wanted, he took.&nbsp; What he thought, he said.&nbsp; What he believed, he took to be the truth.&nbsp; It made him blunt, and, in the eyes of many, unstable.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was why Harth was where she was.&nbsp; <br><br>He’d wanted her, and he’d taken her.&nbsp; He’d planned only insofar as he understood that he had to win her.&nbsp; That to possess her, he had to overwhelm her.&nbsp; He knew from experience that women rejected him. So this chemist, whom he’d seen one day while she ordered a coffee and had wanted ever since, had to be prepared for.&nbsp; &nbsp;But his plan had never been devious.&nbsp; He hadn’t contrived a way to speak with her and made up some elaborate story to get near her.&nbsp; <br><br>He’d seen, he’d wanted, he’d taken. <br><br>So, when Harth surrendered to him, Mordyn lacked any ability to understand that this might be a ruse on her part.&nbsp; His want of her was, in&nbsp; a sense, pure.&nbsp; He did not understand that other people could pretend, that they could wear their hearts in hidden places, rather than on their sleeves.&nbsp; She’d surrendered to him.&nbsp; She’d moaned in ecstasy and given him multiple climaxes. She’d accepted her punishments.&nbsp; She’d eaten his carefully prepared meal.&nbsp; <br><br>It never entered his consciousness that she might be lying in wait, looking for an opportunity to escape.&nbsp; She had surrendered, he took that as fact, and could not fathom she might be lying to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Harth did not have to make him trust her. He already trusted her, because it was all he could do.&nbsp; <br><br>“Who are you?”&nbsp; Mordyn asked, his head tilted to the side, as if he didn’t understand the question.&nbsp; Or rather, he didn’t understand <em>why</em> she’d asked the question. <br><br>“Who are you?” He repeated, and he moved over her, straddling her, sitting just above her knees, though he balanced himself carefully, so that she did not have to bear much of his weight. <br><br>“You are mine,” he answered, and leaned forward, kissing her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;“That’s who you are... what you are.” <br><br>As always, Mordyn spoke with the simple power of conviction.&nbsp; It wasn’t a seduction, it was fact.&nbsp; She was his.&nbsp; Hadn’t the previous night demonstrated that? He saw no reason to question it.&nbsp; This was what it was.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn expected Harth to accept this. <br><br>“I will show you,” he said, as he reached out, running a hand through her hair.&nbsp; Kissing her, his fingers sliding deeper into her hair, pulling her forward, into his kiss.&nbsp; His tongue invaded her mouth, penetrating deeply. <br><br>As he did this, his hand went to her right breast, fingers finding the nipple.&nbsp; &nbsp;He toyed with it, until it grew into a hardened diamond, the skin tightly erect.&nbsp; And then, he paid the same devotion to her lift.&nbsp; Until on her chest, her nipples stood out prominently.&nbsp; Painfully. <br><br>Something cold came to her belly.&nbsp; Cold metal.&nbsp; Through the blindfold, she’d feel the chain, but it would be hard to figure out what this new implement was.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not that she would have to wait long. <br><br>The teeth of the clamp were poised over her nipple, and then, the clamp closed on the rock hard flesh.&nbsp; A jolt of pain would run through her body.&nbsp; And then, a second, as the other clamp claimed her other nipple. <br><br>Mordyn did not apologize for it, or explain it.&nbsp; He was showing her that she was his.&nbsp; That she was his to do with as he pleased.&nbsp; This was not punishment, this was a demonstration.&nbsp; A show of his power and dominance. <br><br>A chain ran between the two clamps, and Mordyn put his finger on the chain, adding pressure, enough that she would feel the pull.&nbsp; He was not sadistic, or at least, not as sadistic as he could be. He was not setting out to hurt her.&nbsp; The pain was the method, not the lesson.&nbsp; He did not want to do her harm, but instead, he wanted her to understand who and what he was and what role he had in her life. <br><br>He placed his mouth over hers, his lips open, tongue flicking out against her lips, as if he were drinking in her moans, the sound of her pain, the sounds of her acknowledgement of his power.&nbsp; He would kiss her briefly, but then pull back, to let her make her sounds, to let her acknowledge his mastery. <br><br>His free hand slid between her legs, and began to glide over her pearl, to add pleasure, however muted, to the mixture.&nbsp; To show that pleasure and pain were both in his hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;And that, if he wished, he could mix them.&nbsp; To show her that they existed as the two sides of the same coin.<br><br>And that it was Mordyn who was flipping the coin. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:26:51</strong>
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				He was clothed now ... and she felt her nakedness more keenly. <br><br>His power grew with the donning of cloth. No king's robe could have elevated him higher than the soft shirt he wore. <br><br>He could dress because he was free to clothe himself. And she ... could not. <br><br>“You are mine,” he answered, and leaned forward, kissing her lips. <br><br>She had opened her mouth to protest but his kiss silenced her. He could be so gentle. This was a tender kiss, but firm even so. Secretly, so secretly that she did not even whisper it to herself, something carnal and forbidden bloomed darkly between her legs. Blossoming with thousands of tingling petals, a profane chrysanthemum tickling her sex. <br><br>She could not help it. She could only feel. <br><br>Bound and blindfolded, she could only feel. <br><br>She had no choice. <br><br>Her mind shied away from the acknowledging that she had never known ecstasy until now. <br><br>Her upbringing was strict Catholic and pleasure was a thing of secrets and guilt. But she could enjoy it now. It was not her fault. She had no choice. She could only feel. He was carrying her sin for her. <br><br>It made her mouth sweet in response and his kiss drew from her a dulcet sigh, a tiny exhalation that fluttered past his lips. The whisper of angel wings. <br><br>“That’s who you are... what you are .. I will show you.” The tenderness of his kiss disarmed her. Her mouth moved into a faint almost indulgent smile. <br><br>The smile turned to a gasp when his strong fingers began their determined play over the sensitive flesh of her nipples. He was intent and focused, using knuckles and nails and pads of flesh to tighten them by a thousand folds to aching nubs. <br><br>She did not fight him. Indeed, she writhed, a living invitation for trespass. But he needed no invitation. <br><br>She was his. <br><br>Suddenly she knew what that meant. She cried out in astonished pain as the sharp wicked teeth of the clamp bit first one nipple then the other. <br><br>But it looked so damn pretty there, the chain twinkling as she bucked underneath him ... in fear even more than discomfort. Endorphins flooded her mind with forbidden rewards. Blood made her nipples pulse and swell and tighten further. They were so very dark now ... almost chocolate in their engorgement. The metal shined lovely against her tits. <br><br>A low keen of bereavement reached him. Acknowledgement of his power. A subject brought low. Humbly beautiful. Powerless. His. She hurt for him. Her body must pay for her ignorance. <br><br>Ah, that body danced differently now when he played her cunt for her pleasure and tippled the chain for his. She would jerk her gracelessly and make a little high pitched whimper each time he tugged the chain. Her hips would undulate and she would clench her thighs with a low moan when he rolled his hand between his legs. <br><br>The song and the dance of the owned woman. <br><br>Something raw and primal began to howl within the crumbling foundation of Harth's psyche. <br><br>Musk began to gather on his knuckles. <br><br>Heat poured onto his wrist. <br><br>And the chain twinkled and jerked and clinked with the sound of tiny bells ringing wildly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:27:08</strong>
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				Mordyn withdrew a moment, leaning back, watching the erotic dance of her captive body.&nbsp; The jerk of her body as he drew the chain that held the clamps upwards, tugging on her breasts, sending spasms of pain through her body. The writhing undulations of her hips as his fingers danced over her clitoris.&nbsp; The scent of her musk filled the room.&nbsp; He made sure to take a loud, deep breath, so that she would know he was smelling her, so that Harth understood that the scent of her pleasure was filling his lungs. <br><br>And then, as so often happened, a new idea came to him. <br><br>Carefully, he slid his fingers away from her, though he gave a final tug to the chain on the clamps, watching as her body jerked, responding to him just as he wished it to.&nbsp; &nbsp;He worked carefully, key making the locks in her handcuffs click and open, freeing her wrists.&nbsp; For the time being at least. <br><br>He took her by the hand, and brought her from the bed, bidding her stand.&nbsp; As soon as she stood, the weight of the clamps would be felt even more keenly, as they pulled her nipples towards the ground.&nbsp; His hand came to the small of her back to steady her. <br><br>“Come,” he said, walking her across the room, guiding her.&nbsp; <br><br>He stopped near a wall, and drew her arms back behind her back.&nbsp; He had another pair of handcuffs, and again, her arms were restrained, rendering her helpless. <br><br>“Open your mouth,” he whispered hotly into her ear. When she complied, he reached his arm around her, and lifted the chain that ran between the clamps.&nbsp; Carefully, he laid the chain in her mouth. <br><br>“Close your mouth,” he said to her.&nbsp; “Do not open it again.”&nbsp; And so she became the instrument of her own torment, the chain lifted, her breasts now under a steady torrent of torment. <br><br>Mordyn did not touch her for a moment, and when his naked chest pressed against her back, she’d know why. He’d stripped, as quick as he could, and now he was pressed against her.&nbsp; His cock was between her legs, pressing hard against her thigh.&nbsp; But he continually moved, not letting her touch it, or press it into her body. <br><br>It wasn’t time yet. <br><br>“Keep your face forward,” he said to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn’s hands reached up, and carefully, he untied the blindfold, letting it slip away.&nbsp; In front of Harth was a mirror, allowing her to look at herself. And for the first time, to see him.&nbsp; Dark hair covered most of his face, but somehow, the look in his eyes.&nbsp; The madness, but also the dominance, in full view.&nbsp; He looked at her over her shoulder, leaning forward to kiss her neck. <br><br>She would have time to study her body.&nbsp; To see its bloom.&nbsp; To see herself transformed into a creature of carnal sensuality and erotic surrender.&nbsp; To see herself for who she was now.&nbsp; To see all that she had previously denied herself. <br><br>A hand slid up her back, and into her hair, holding it firmly, ensuring that she could not turn away.&nbsp; That she had to see herself, naked but for her garter, tits clamped, chain between her teeth, her body marked in all the places his fingers and lips had touched her. <br><br>Mordyn kissed her shoulder, teeth sinking again into the soft skin, marking her again, growling as he left the mark on her.&nbsp; He ground against her, but always made sure there was no delivery, that she was never penetrated.&nbsp; So that she could see, for herself, just how much she wanted him. <br><br>Mordyn’s free hand slid over her hip and between her legs.&nbsp; And he began to toy with her pearl again, fingers moving quickly, making light strokes, drawing the pleasure out from her. <br><br>And he would keep touching her until her knees buckled.&nbsp; He would force the orgasm from her, and force her to watch it happen. <br><br>Then, perhaps, she would know who she was, and who she belonged to. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:27:26</strong>
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				Trembling. <br><br>She was trembling when he unlocked her arms. She was afraid. Good. <br><br>Her shoulders were hunched and she shrank into herself. It made her breasts press together, made the chain swing low, below her navel. She startled as it grazed her thigh. <br><br>And cried softly when he pulled her to her feet. Gravity was Mordyn's henchman. Gravity punished her for him. Made her aware of the weight of her breasts. Made her count each nerve of her nipple. <br><br>Again the sweetness of his careful guidance terrified her. Tenderness mixed with evil. Panic clawed her throat. <br><br>She walked, her legs wobbly, pins and needles shooting down them. But she was eager to please him, eager not to fall. She was soundless in her stocking feet and lewd in her garter. <br><br>He was bigger than she was and he loomed over her, moving her reluctant steps forward, feeding off her anxious hesitation. <br><br>He could almost hear her thoughts. What will he do now, what will he do, what will he do to me, running around in her head like something small and warm racing on a wheel. <br><br>She shuddered when he locked the handcuffs on her again, her mouth forming a soundless plea. By her fear of speaking, her silent mouth sang hosannahs to his power over her. <br><br>"Open your mouth." He could feel her body tense, feel her want to bolt, panic clawing at her. She turned her head back and forth slowly, not in protest, but in the desire to protest. She thought he would put the ball gag in her again. <br><br>So ... she was that afraid of it. <br><br>Everyone had unreasonable fears. Of all the things he had done to her, in some ways, that was the most benign, but that was not how she saw it. Harth had an intense fear of choking and the ball gag made her choke ... and it did not stop. <br><br>"I am obeying," she whispered. "I am being good." Her sweet voice was almost an innocent's voice. "I am obeying you. Please ... Sir ... I am obeying you!" <br><br>But it was the chain he put in her mouth and the trembling wracked her slender form with small murmurs of shame. A woman stripped of dignity and yet ... somehow ... still holding some. Shame. Wait until she saw it on herself. Shame. <br><br>He ordered her to face forward and she would obey him. The language of her body left no doubt in his mind. She would obey him. The power he had over her swelled and filled the air with a strange hot perfume. <br><br>But when he removed her blindfold, she kept her eyes tightly closed, shaking her head in protest, refusing to open them. <br><br>Because if she saw him, she would be able to identify him. Then he could never let her go. The blindfold was her only guarantee of safety. Her last hope. <br><br>The tug on her hair could not be denied. He made her open her eyes. Now he saw it. There it was. <br><br>In the wide beautiful dark eyes she looked at him and he saw the moment when he knew that he owned her. At first, there was nothing but fear. And that was sweet. <br><br>But as his hands began to pleasure her, the fear turned to terror, then to shame, and then to shameful lust. Each one a tribute to his power over her. <br><br>She saw her submission. She saw herself craven. She saw how little she had in the face of his power. <br><br>When he took control of her body, when he watched her eyes widen as he forced her body to lust, it was the most exquisite triumph. <br><br>He saw the moment when she enslaved herself to him. <br><br>Her eyes. There it was. The moment when she first saw her master. Shen she knew that he determined if she lived or died. Knew that she could deny him NOTHING. Stint him NOTHING. Withhold NOTHING ... not even her orgasm. <br><br>He required it now. She saw that. He required her to watch herself give it to him. Now. <br><br>She looked into that handsome face with its terrible predator's eyes and he commanded her body. Helplessly, against her will, her mouth full of chain, her breasts inflamed, she began to writhe. <br><br>He could see when her resistance broke, when her body shuddered, when she jerked her head back when her back arched from contractions, yanking her nipples ... once ... twice ... three times. <br><br>He sent her into convulsions of ecstasy. <br><br>His fingers penetrated her body and she came and came and came, falling into the abyss where her microcosmic god ruled the profane universe. <br><br>It was exploding in the middle of her existence with the smell of female sin and the jab of the man's fingers into her cunt to have them milked by nether muscles gone mad.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:27:43</strong>
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				“Yes,” he said softly, nodding approvingly. <br><br>“You are obeying me.&nbsp; &nbsp;And that is good, very good.&nbsp; I am pleased by your obedience,” he spoke softly and slowly.&nbsp; The sort of tone that made a person naturally lean forward, so that they would not miss a word.&nbsp; &nbsp;His hand ran down her bare back as he praised her, to give her a sense that she would be rewarded for her obedience.&nbsp; If she did as he said, even if it meant suffering, then she would win his praise and approval. <br><br>With any luck, she’d understand the value of his good will. <br><br>Looking over her shoulder, Mordyn watched her in the mirror.&nbsp; The decadent, sinful sight of her, naked except for a garter and stockings, holding a chain between her teeth, a chain that pulled on the clamps that held her nipples captive.&nbsp; She was sweating and trembling, lust and shame and need written across her face.&nbsp; It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.<br><br>And she was all his. <br><br>Mordyn let her writhe.&nbsp; He touched her and pulled the orgasms from her.&nbsp; He watched her body do its frenzied dance.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked like a fish on a line, pulled from the water, wriggling, trying to free itself from the hook, even as the inevitability of what was to come next filled her mind.&nbsp; She was helpless.&nbsp; And that made her more beautiful. <br><br>When she was done, he let her slump, let her fall back against his body.&nbsp; He held her for a time, breathing into her ear, inhaling the scent of her musk.&nbsp; &nbsp;His touch was light, a gliding of his fingertips under her breasts or down her belly.&nbsp; Just enough to keep her nerves alight.&nbsp; Just enough to remind her of his presence. <br><br>“I’ve given you pleasure,” he said to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;“It is my turn now.”&nbsp; &nbsp;This was how it would be.&nbsp; Harth owed him now.&nbsp; She was obliged to pleasure him.&nbsp; It was her duty.&nbsp; She’d told him of her obedience.&nbsp; Now was the time when she would have to show him the truth of her devotion. <br><br>Mordyn guided Harth to the wall, and made her stand facing it, her back to him.&nbsp; He left Harth there for a time, perhaps so that the reality of it all could sink into her mind.&nbsp; Or perhaps simply because he had to prepare.&nbsp; <br><br>While she waited, he took the mirror that she’d been looking in, the mirror mounted on the wall, and he lifted it from its mount.&nbsp; Carefully, he took it to the center of the room, not far from the bed she’d been shackled to, and he laid it on the floor. <br><br>Mordyn came up behind her then, and ran his fingers down her arms, unlocking the handcuffs again, freeing her arms.<br><br>“Come,” he said, gripping her by the shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>He walked her across the room, to the mirror that was now on the floor.&nbsp; He was careful with her, never walking too fast.&nbsp; He looked back frequently, studying her body, with its marks of pleasure and pain.&nbsp; Her nipples were held fast, and it pleased him to see it. <br><br>Using his hands as a guide, Mordyn brought Harth to the ground, putting her down on all fours, her arms near the mirror, her face over it, so that when she looked down, she had a full view of her body, and of him, as he moved to step behind her. <br><br>Mordyn knelt behind her, coming up to lean over her back.&nbsp; His hand slid along her inner thigh, and teased the lips of her sex, fingers stroking them, thumb gliding over her clitoris until he felt the flow of pleasure again, until he knew that her body was reacting to him.&nbsp; As he leaned over her back, he moaned in pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>“Look,” he commanded into her ear.&nbsp; “Watch.”&nbsp; Just as before.&nbsp; She had to see.&nbsp; Had to bear witness to this.&nbsp; Had to know the truth of it.&nbsp; <br><br>His hand slid between them, and guided his hard cock upwards.&nbsp; His hips thrust forward as his arm went around her collarbone, gripping her shoulder.&nbsp; Holding her tight, he thrust into her body again, buried as deeply as he could go inside of her. <br><br>“Look,” he repeated, and he too looked down into the mirror as he fucked her.&nbsp; His thrusts hard, fast and deep.&nbsp; <br><br>He took her, thinking now of his pleasure.&nbsp; Thinking about what he claimed she owed him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:28:01</strong>
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				Her body ached in so many places she could not separate them. <br><br>His touch, the gentle touch he laid upon her back, upon her belly was so comforting. She had never felt anything as soothing as his hands on her in gentle caress. <br><br>Shudders wracked her small slender frame. Catharsis. Reaction. Terror. Exhaustion. Most of all ... exhaustion. <br><br>She was almost there. Almost at the state where he could mold her. But the clay of his little doll-woman needed to be worked first. Made pliable through heat and pressure and the strength of his hands. It had to be broken down. She had to be broken down. <br><br>The progress was promising. No one had ever seen her look like this. <br><br>Not even herself. <br><br>Harth did not recognize the woman in the mirror. It was some other creature, poor frightened little thing. But small ripples in her body told him that she was aroused by the woman she saw in the mirror ... and by the man behind her. Her identity was beginning to fragment. She needed him to hold her together. She needed him so much. His touch was gentle but firm. She leaned against him as if he were a life raft in a stormy sea. <br><br>The woman Mordyn saw in the coffee shop had always been so very neat, so clean, like a good little girl going to have her picture taken. Mordyn might laugh at that. She looked like a slut now. But then ... that is what he wanted her to be. <br><br>Her neat hair hung in tendrils and snarls. Her face was stained from tears. Marked. Eyes red from weeping. Her nipples were clipped like a cheap street whore, men paid extra for that but Mordyn got it for free and she wore her chains between her teeth simply because he had ordered it. Tugging her own nipples each time she moved ... each time he moved her. Her stockings were dirty. Her thighs pungent with the scent of his seed and her sin. She was such a dirty little gutter slut now. Had she no pride? A bit. Still a bit. But it wouldn't be long now. <br><br>The humiliation hit her as she began to walk with the chain in her teeth. She was still holding the damned chain in her teeth. She was too afraid to open her mouth. He had commanded her. She obeyed. Walking with the chains in her mouth shamed her more than anything else had done. The tears started then. He freed her arms and she was afraid to discover why. <br><br>Then it all became clear. <br><br>So she could crawl. So she could kneel on all fours like an animal while he took her, the mirror below her ... still holding her chain in her teeth, yanking her nipples with each thrust he made, yanking her nipples in time to his huge cock beating into her small body. <br><br>She could see her belly swell in the mirror when he filled her. See it contract, become convex when he withdrew. She could see him watching too, see his eyes widen and then narrow with focus. His cock grew inside her. <br><br>Her tits shook with each thrust and his balls slapped her ass. And she let it. Felt it. Craved it. <br><br>The pleasure came to her again, wilder now, darker now, deeper now. She shook her head in mindless protest. Denial yanked her breasts so they gamboled and wobbled and slapped together. She made little yipping sounds from the pain, from the pleasure, from the despair. She was an animal, too muzzled by the chain to howl. <br><br>His sweat dripped on her back as he pounded her. She was filthy with his lust. <br><br>And she was exploding with ecstasy so dark it sucked all the light from her being, exploding from the middle of her body outward like a supernova, she was cumming hard on him, gripping him hard with her tight little body, cumming hard and mean and filthy and she did not want him to stop until he had wrung her dry. <br><br>Her juices were spent and he fucked her dry until only his seed bathed her lust.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 08:28:16</strong>
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				Mordyn looked in the mirror, watching her body shudder under his thrusts.&nbsp; He watched her clamped breasts as they bounced and he moaned loudly when her cunt contracted around his cock.<br><br>His hand held her hair, holding her so that she had to look into the mirror, his grip tightening as his climax raged through him and gave her another dose of his seed.&nbsp; Mordyn felt spent, and he leaned against her back, panting loudly, trying to catch his breath. <br><br>Mordyn slid his flaccid cock from her, and stretched out on the ground, reaching out to touch her.&nbsp; He looked at her, and felt a sudden pang of... not regret.&nbsp; But empathy.&nbsp; He could see that she was dirty and disheveled, traumatized even.&nbsp; Certainly, that had been his goal. <br><br>But Mordyn was not a cruel man.&nbsp; Or rather, he was not cruel for the sake of being cruel.&nbsp; It had been a means to an end.&nbsp; He did not want Harth, his Harth, to suffer unduly.&nbsp; &nbsp;And so, he stood, and bent down, taking her hand and brought her to her feet. <br><br>“Come,” he said, leading her towards a door.&nbsp; The door had been cleverly concealed.&nbsp; There was no handle, just a small break in the wood on the wall.&nbsp; It would be near impossible to find, unless one knew where to look for it. <br><br>Mordyn led her into a small bathroom.&nbsp; Inside was simply a light bulb on the wall, a light bulb that cast dim light into the small room, a toilet, and a sink.&nbsp; There was no bathtub.&nbsp; It was a very Spartan place, austere to an almost ridiculous level. <br><br>Mordyn sat Harth down on the toilet, and turned the faucet on, letting the water warm.&nbsp; He looked down at her, and reached forward, pulling the pins from her hair, to let it fall loose.&nbsp; Her French twist had long since been ruined.&nbsp; Far better to let her hair fall free.<br><br>He reached for the chain, and nodded his head.&nbsp; <br><br>“Let it go,” he said to her, and he caught the chain, so that the chain’s falling would not cause her further pain. <br><br>“This is going to hurt,” he said to her.&nbsp; And there was genuine regret in his voice.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I can’t do it any way that doesn’t hurt.&nbsp; &nbsp;If I could, I would.” <br><br>Carefully, his fingers sprung the hinge on the clamp, opening it.&nbsp; It would hurt.&nbsp; The blood would rush into her nipple, that had been cut from it for so long.&nbsp; And she would feel tremendous pain.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn kept his hand on her cheek as she gasped in pain.&nbsp; Trying to console her as best he could.&nbsp; &nbsp;He waited until she had calmed before he removed the second clamp, again offering her what comfort he could. <br><br>Mordyn dipped a wash cloth in the warm water, and set about washing Harth.&nbsp; First, her face,&nbsp; and then her neck, then her shoulders.&nbsp; Then down her arms.&nbsp; Then under her arms.&nbsp; After each was, a soak in the hot water to cleanse the cloth.&nbsp; Wringing out the cloth.&nbsp; Cleaning her skin, running the cloth over her breasts and belly. <br><br>Mordyn knelt in front of Harth and spread her legs.&nbsp; He removed her garter, rolled her stockings down and took them off, removing what was left of her clothing, leaving her entirely naked to him.<br><br>Mordyn washed her sex, carefully cleaning her of his seed, taking great care, as her nether lips were swollen and tender from heavy use. <br><br>He washed her legs, and her feet, and soon enough, she’d been scrubbed clean. Or rather, cleaner.&nbsp; No longer covered in grime.&nbsp; At least, until the next time he wanted to use her. <br><br>He did not speak, because he did not know what to say.&nbsp; His actions in the bathroom had been spurred by Mordyn’s sense of paralysis.&nbsp; He’d succeeded beyond his desires, but now, he was momentarily unsure of what to do.&nbsp; &nbsp;What move came next?&nbsp; He could not think of one.&nbsp; So this seemed right.&nbsp; Wash her, let her recover some.&nbsp; Let her know he was not a monster. <br><br>Because, in his own way, Mordyn did care for her. <br><br>Mordyn was working to understand not only his thoughts, but Harth’s.&nbsp; He felt his power, and it was erotically powerful.&nbsp; And he felt her surrender, and that too was powerful.&nbsp; But he did care for her, and he did not want her to be too broken.&nbsp; Just broken enough.&nbsp; And there was a knot of frustration in his mind, as he sought to find just the right thing.&nbsp; The fervor of obsession was gone, replaced by the more steady sensation of calculation.&nbsp; &nbsp;She still dominated his thoughts, but now his thoughts were of how to extend his control, rather than to take it. <br><br>“You can sleep here,” he said, looking at her almost warily. <br><br>“Or,” and again, he seemed wary.&nbsp; He was afraid, for the first time since he’d took her, he felt fear.&nbsp; Because he was about to offer her the chance to reject him.&nbsp; <br><br>“You can come watch a movie with me.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 19:02:05</strong>
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				It had taken all her strength to hold herself steady when Mordyn took her again.&nbsp; Her stockinged knees were slippery on the mirror.&nbsp; She had to use her arms to hold fast with each thrust.<br><br>When Mordyn was through with her, she hung her head, exhausted, her slender arms trembling from the weight of him on her back.&nbsp; Her chin was lowered to her chest, causing the chains to hang slack in two graceful arcs depending from each side of her mouth to the clamps on each swollen nipple. They ached.<br><br>She did not look at him when he stretched out next to her, and she did not move from her hands and knees, but a tear fell from behind the curtain of her hair to the mirror below her.&nbsp; <br><br>She had nothing left.&nbsp; The flood of adrenaline was gone.&nbsp; The unsane surge of lust was spent.&nbsp; Stress and pain and misuse had drained her of energy.&nbsp; She was empty. Hollow. Alone.<br><br>Not alone.&nbsp; Mordyn raised her gently to her feet, her mouth still clamped numbly on the chain and her eyes burning with terrible understanding.<br><br>Bereft of life's affirming alchemy, she did not care if she lived or died.&nbsp; All the vibrant chemicals of fear or flight, the chemicals of survival had been used up.<br><br>Mordyn sat her passive body down and she stared straight ahead in the little room with uncurious eyes.<br><br>He touched the chain and saw a flicker tremble through her body.&nbsp; Awareness.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let it go" he said.&nbsp; She couldn't.&nbsp; It represented change.&nbsp; And change was not to be trusted.&nbsp; <br><br>But neither was disobedience.&nbsp; Caught between two terrible fears, her body shook.&nbsp; Obedience won.&nbsp; She opened her mouth and the chain dropped into his hand, two inches of the metal damp with her saliva.<br><br>As he promised, the clamps hurt when he released them.&nbsp; The blood rushed in and pain bloomed, causing her to cry her pain with little mewls in time to her heartbeat pumping blood to the abused tissues.&nbsp; Little mewls. Quiet mewls. Shhhh.&nbsp; Shhhh.&nbsp; Shhhh. <br><br>Harth bit her lip to keep in the sound, making her chin quiver from the effort.&nbsp; Mordyn would feel it under his palm.&nbsp; <br><br>Eventually, endorphins offered her enough relief that the mewling stopped.&nbsp; But from time to time, shudders wracked her, aftershocks from the giant earthquake in her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>She noted the sound of water running without caring.&nbsp; But warmth has its own power and the touch of clean warm water on her face healed something.&nbsp; Brought comfort ... brought sweetness.&nbsp; She did not thank him this time.&nbsp; She kept her eyes closed.<br><br>The warmth seeped into knotted muscles, relaxing them.&nbsp; It seeped into her bruised breasts, her tender nipples and soothed, calmed, gentled.&nbsp; <br><br>His touch was tender.&nbsp; <br><br>She trembled again when he removed her stockings and garter.&nbsp; Shuddered when he spread her legs.&nbsp; But he only cleaned her softly, with warmth, with care.&nbsp; As if she were something infinitely delicate and precious that had been dirtied.&nbsp; Her head drooped as the warmth seeped into her skin.<br><br>Soft pressures of damp warmth made her feel cherished.&nbsp; Being clean made her feel safe.&nbsp; She shied away from thinking of the past, she could not formulate a thought for the future.<br><br>There was only now.&nbsp; And it was warm and clean.&nbsp; And she was not alone.&nbsp; <br><br>Then the warmth and the washing stopped.&nbsp; He was looking at her.&nbsp; She knew he was looking at her.<br><br>Tension rippled through her body and she cringed at what would come next.&nbsp; The washing had restored something ... gave her something to lose.<br><br>Her face was eloquent with disbelief when she lifted it to face him, certain she could not have heard him right.<br><br>"A movie?" she repeated.&nbsp; Of all the things he might have said or done, nothing could have been more unexpected.&nbsp; She tried to fit it into her new world view and gave up.&nbsp; She was through the Looking Glass now.<br><br>A movie seemed exotic, alien, something from another dimension, a dimension that existed on the other side of the universe.&nbsp; <br><br>He would chain her again if she laid down on the bed.&nbsp; He would stretch her out so she could not move, so that her arms and legs were on fire.&nbsp; He would gag her and it would choke her.&nbsp; And then he would leave her to die again in the dark ... alone.<br><br>"Thank you," she said with eerily gracious manners.&nbsp; "A movie sounds lovely."<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 08:09:49</strong>
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				“Good,” came his answer.&nbsp; <br><br>The calmness exhibited by the formerly frenzied Mordyn would strike anyone as surreal.&nbsp; Except, it seemed, Mordyn himself.&nbsp; He had a pleasant, one might say bland, look about him, as he took Harth by the hand and led her out of the basement that she’d been confined to for the last few days. <br><br>A staircase led out of the basement, and a door led her into the ground floor of his home.&nbsp; As she’d been blindfolded upon first entering, she would see the details for the first time.&nbsp; &nbsp;First, the boarded up windows.&nbsp; The thick padding on the walls to keep things soundproofed.&nbsp; &nbsp;And then, the more mundane details.&nbsp; The small kitchen, the refrigerator and microwave.&nbsp; A small dining table.&nbsp; &nbsp;And then, a clearer picture of the mind of Mordyn, a sort of gestalt that gave the picture of his very unique psychology. <br><br>A couch, a coffee table in front of it.&nbsp; On the table, stacks of paper.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lists, endless lists.&nbsp; Detailed lists with dates, times, activities, durations.&nbsp; A near endless accounting of every moment of Mordyn’s life.&nbsp; Checked off or crossed or, color coordinated so that important events stuck out.&nbsp; A list of what tv shows to watch and in what order, a detailed plan for what would be eaten each day, grocery lists, lists of what to read and for how long to read it.&nbsp; And so on.&nbsp; A methodical, obsessive organization to his life.&nbsp; <br><br>A television mounted on the wall.&nbsp; And surrounding the television, racks of DVD’s, themselves arranged in an order that might seem haphazard to most, but which was, in fact, carefully organized.&nbsp; Rows organized by director and date of release.&nbsp; For those titles he owned that did not fit into that, they were arranged by genre and title.&nbsp; His system might be known only to him, but it was rigidly followed. <br><br>Mordyn sat Harth on the couch.&nbsp; <br><br>“This side,” he said to her, and he seemed to position her on the right side of an invisible line that divided the couch.&nbsp; That was her side.&nbsp; The other side was his.&nbsp; She was not allowed there.&nbsp; He never said those words, but the chemist should be able to intuit them. <br><br>However, despite his meticulousness, he didn’t seem to care at all that Harth was completely naked.&nbsp; That she sat on his white couch without clothing didn’t appear to perturb him. <br><br>Who could predict the quirks of an unstable mind. <br><br>Mordyn carefully opened a DVD case, ejecting the tray to his player.&nbsp; Blowing on the disc to remove dust, he placed the disc in the case, but did not close it. <br><br>“I like to watch the trailers,” he explained as he returned, using the remote control to close the tray.&nbsp; This way, he’d not miss a second in the return to the couch.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn sat at the other end of the couch, and then reached for Harth, pulling her towards him, laying her head in his lap.&nbsp; That she was violating his side of the couch seemed permissible now, since he’d found his spot.&nbsp; <br><br>The movie itself was utterly bland.&nbsp; A middle of the road comedy. Nothing offensive, nothing stimulating.&nbsp; The sort of movie his doctors (when he went to them), told him were the only things he could watch.&nbsp; They did not want his mind excited, they did not want him to get ideas, as they put it.<br><br>The sort of ideas he’d gotten in the coffee shop several weeks ago. <br><br>If she wasn’t completely terrified and confused by Mordyn, she’d likely be very bored.&nbsp; Mordyn himself seemed bored by the movie, but it was part of his routine.&nbsp; Part of what he did.&nbsp; At this time, on this day of the week, he watched a movie.&nbsp; He would have preferred something else.&nbsp; But the doctors&nbsp; had told him this would be good for him.&nbsp; And in this twisted worldview, if it was good for him, it was to be done. <br><br>“This is nice,” Mordyn said during a lull in the movie.<br><br>But despite the surface tranquility, something more was happening.&nbsp; Harth’s head in his lap was beginning to have an effect on his body.&nbsp; Beneath her cheek, she would feel his hardness growing. <br><br>And if she looked at him carefully, she would see the slow bloom of desire coming back to him. The movie had mollified him to the point where his arousal existed at the subconscious level. <br><br>But, like a ticking timebomb, his cock kept growing harder.&nbsp; And sooner or later, he would go off. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 03:28:23</strong>
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				Harth was aware of her nudity, but it was no longer important.&nbsp; The enormity of what Mordyn had done to her, the shock of what she had done to herself, the trauma of what they had done together swamped any lesser problems.&nbsp; <br><br>The stranger led her from the basement, his grip on her hand firm but not tight.&nbsp; But she had no illusions.&nbsp; He was far stronger than she was.<br><br>The captive never looked at the man if she did not have to, but she noticed things about him.&nbsp; He was always coiled tightly within himself.&nbsp; It had made his body lean and his muscles whipcord strong.<br><br>She tried to recall his face and could not do so with any clarity.&nbsp; She could only remember eyes or mouth.&nbsp; Details like nose or cheekbones or forehead were missing.&nbsp; A fragment of a memory came to her.&nbsp; It was from a PBS special a lifetime ago about Jane Goodall among the primates.&nbsp; The other gorillas did not meet the eyes of the alpha male.&nbsp; Instinctively, she was doing the same thing.&nbsp; She had become an animal.&nbsp; A caged and tethered animal.<br><br>When the man brought her upstairs, she did not look around.&nbsp; Not directly.&nbsp; But she noticed things.&nbsp; Boarded windows.&nbsp; Lists.&nbsp; Meticulously organized.&nbsp; Precise.&nbsp; He would be the kind of lab assistant every scientist dreamed of.&nbsp; One who was courted and feted and wooed.&nbsp; Creative scientists were often sloppy in the labs.&nbsp; But the team of a creative scientist and a meticulous laboratory technician was the stuff of dreams.&nbsp; Something complex and subtle happened in her bruised mind.&nbsp; She was incorporating him into her world and discovering that he had high value by the standards of her profession.&nbsp; And then her mind shied away from such thoughts.&nbsp; Shame flared whenever she thought of what she used to be.&nbsp; There was only now.&nbsp; Stay alive.&nbsp; Bide your time.&nbsp; Shhh.&nbsp; Shhh.&nbsp; Shhhh.<br><br>The man placed her on the couch and she sat the way she was placed.&nbsp; It caused her to stare at the coffee table with all its lists.&nbsp; Harth&nbsp; stiffened and her breath caught.&nbsp; There were thousands of lists.&nbsp; He was not just methodical, he was obsessive.&nbsp; He was not just obsessive, he was ... possessed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Harth drew her legs up and her arms inward, beginning a fetal position,&nbsp; instinctively trying to make herself smaller.&nbsp; Less threatening.&nbsp; Less easy to see.&nbsp; Less irritating.&nbsp; Animal instincts.&nbsp; Shhh. Shhhh. Shhh.<br><br>The man was speaking about movies and trailers.&nbsp; She understood all the words, but they didn't mean anything to her.&nbsp; It was as if she had been dropped into a room full of jungle bushmen, miraculously able to understand the language.&nbsp; The natives were discussing the fine points of grinding caribou horn.&nbsp; &nbsp;She understood all the words, but they had no context in her life.&nbsp; He was going to play a movie.&nbsp; She knew what one was, but such things did not belong her.&nbsp; It was as inappropriate in this context as a cradle in a abattoir.&nbsp; A subtle tremor shook her.&nbsp; She was afraid of anything he would do.<br><br>When he sat down, he unfolded her stiff but unresisting body so that she lay on her back, her head on his lap.&nbsp; Her nipples throbbed with each beat of her heart.&nbsp; A sharp pain lanced through them with each breath she took.&nbsp; She had to breathe shallowly.&nbsp; Knowing he wanted her to watch, she turned her head obediently tilted towards the TV, trying to process the meaningless images that paraded past. The movie meant nothing to her.&nbsp; But the peacefulness did.<br><br>By the time Mordyn said "This is nice,"&nbsp; she was already asleep.<br><br>For the first time in days, she was in a comfortable position.&nbsp; Mordyn tethered her to the bed every night, her sleep fitful in the unnatural positions.&nbsp; Now, slumber let her turn on her side, luxurious in the freedom to move as she liked.&nbsp; Still, she slept neatly, her knees slightly bent, one ankle hooked behind the other, the toes bent by the cushions.&nbsp; Her head was tilted back a little on his thigh, her face relaxed and angelic in sleep.<br><br>From time to time, she shifted, the movement awakening Mordyn's desire.&nbsp; His arm was around her shoulders and she had nestled like a kitten into his warmth.&nbsp; His other hand rested on the thigh next to her head.&nbsp; She murmured something soft and her hand moved, reaching up, brushing his fingers.<br><br>In the innocence of her slumber, her hand slowly crawled towards him until her palm rested softly on Mordyn's knuckles.&nbsp; Her fingers curled drowsily around the edge of his hand.&nbsp; In the dreaming place of her mind, the touch comforted her and she kept her hand soft around his, while her breath pooled into a spreading circle of warmth that flowed moist and gentle along his thigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 06:17:57</strong>
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				For a time, Mordyn’s attention was divided between Harth and the movie.&nbsp; &nbsp;But as the movie progressed, and remained bland, gradually, Harth began to occupy more and more of his consciousness. <br><br>It began with her reaching for his hand.&nbsp; <br><br>A small gesture, and one done while Harth was only marginally conscious.&nbsp; But she reached for his hand, and he exhaled, his fingers curling around hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mordyn looked down at Harth, his eyes focused on her.&nbsp; On the way her hair spilled over her bare shoulders.&nbsp; On the way her body curled, her breasts partially concealed by her arm.&nbsp; A shudder raced through him, and his body shifted.&nbsp; When that shudder made Harth stir in her sleep, he felt a guilt he could not explain, and for a long time, he remained perfectly still, so that he would not disturb her further.<br><br>But he could not remain still forever. <br><br>He left his fingers in hers, the warmth of her hand, the need in her gesture, speaking to him.&nbsp; There was a pull to it that he could not resist.&nbsp; She’d reached out to him, was clinging on to him.&nbsp; She was adrift and afraid, and he was the life preserver.&nbsp; That he’d been the one to toss her overboard no longer mattered.&nbsp; In life or death situations, one took any help offered to them. <br><br>Looking down, he saw that some of her hair was curled around her cheek and caught in her mouth.&nbsp; Carefully, with his free hand, he brushed his fingers across her face, swiping her hair behind her ear, and out of her mouth. <br><br>Touching her brought the compulsions back.&nbsp; His fingers ran over her mouth, tracing the contours of her lips, and Mordyn let out a low moan, shifting his weight as he felt his erection growing harder in his pants.&nbsp; (Dockers, black, his favorite sort, at least a dozen identical pairs were hung in his closet.) <br><br>He touched her shoulder, running his arm down hers.&nbsp; It was bent over her breast, covering it from view.&nbsp; Carefully, Mordyn moved her arm, so that her breast fell free.&nbsp; The sight of it made him moan again, and he reached his hand out, running it under her arm to cradle her breast in his fingers.&nbsp; He could feel its weight, and it caused another tremor in his body.&nbsp; His shifting had brought her cheek to the point where it now laid on his cock, and he was suddenly aware of his hardness so very close to her mouth. <br><br>It brought on another moan. <br><br>Eventually, he released her breast, and his hand slid down her body, his posture shifting again so that his hand could travel the length of her torso.&nbsp; In time, with careful manipulation of their bodies (Mordyn was still very conscious of trying to let Harth rest), he was able to slip his fingers between her legs. <br><br>Harth was asleep and vulnerable, and he was molesting her, and from the outside, it might look like a violation.&nbsp; But it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to Mordyn. <br><br>And the more he touched her, the more he wanted to.&nbsp; And the more he wanted to, the more aroused he became.&nbsp; His mind filled with images of their previous couplings, and he moaned again, squirming beneath Harth. <br><br>He knew then that he needed to have her again, needed it more than he needed air or water. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 07:08:38</strong>
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				Harth was abandoned in the luxury of sleep, lost in a warm soft place, a place of rest, of peace, of safety.&nbsp; She floated there for a long time, then sank deeper and deeper into the slumber her body craved.<br><br>Slowly, her dreams became tender and erotic.&nbsp; Luscious sensations, molasses slow, were gently swelling the plump flesh between her legs, so gradually, so softly that they did not wake her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mordyn's touch was delicate and far too knowledgeable to have been obtained without sin.&nbsp; With petal soft fingers he began to stroke the most intimate folds of her body, careful not to wake her, causing her to tremble in her sleep.<br><br>The room was dark except for the light of the television flickering across their bodies.&nbsp; He muted the sound.&nbsp; Colors and shadows played over them, revealing the end of a gasp, the beginning of a moan, the catch of breath, the rise of a breast.&nbsp; The changing lights seemed fraught with meaning as they caressed Harth's skin, as they flowed over his own arm and urged him to do things that caused lights and shadows and darkling needs.&nbsp; Her breathing was quicker, becoming irregular now.&nbsp; So it should.&nbsp; She was no longer safe.&nbsp; His hands became more urgent.&nbsp; His flesh harder and more demanding.<br><br>Her body began to move for him.&nbsp; Small squirming moves in flickering lights for him. The moves of a woman whose body was being loved by her man's fingers.&nbsp; His fingers.&nbsp; Moves of want and the beginning of need for him.&nbsp; Musk moves ... for him.<br><br>She was still asleep, but awareness would come soon.&nbsp; He would make sure of that.&nbsp; He cupped her breasts but avoided her nipples.&nbsp; They were so dark and engorged, so painful looking but still erect, beautiful monuments to his test of her. They demanded he remember how she looked with the chains clamped to her breasts, dangling from her mouth, the tugs and torments that he visited that she visited proof of his control over her.&nbsp; She was a woman born to wear chains.<br><br>Harth moaned and stirred as his finger entered her body, the action bringing her nearer wakefulness.&nbsp; But he held her asleep with soothing caress.<br><br>He was careful and slow, drawing her desires out from behind her defenses without her knowledge.&nbsp; <br><br>She needed to be more careful, teasing him like that.&nbsp; She should know better.&nbsp; She tormented him with her quicker breaths and her licking lips so damn near his cock.&nbsp; <br><br>His thumb played on her pearl, his fingers penetrated and rocked.&nbsp; And her dainty hand spasmed in his. It was her turn to moan.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hips began to move in time with his rocking.&nbsp; Her body began to writhe.&nbsp; She made small cries.&nbsp; Sex caws.&nbsp; Sounds that she would blush to her come from her prim mouth.<br><br>He was focused now and his hands became more insistent.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly, her inner muscles contracted around his fingers and her eyes flew open.<br><br>She cried out when she saw him staring at her, cried out and began to struggle to rise ... until he moved his fingers again and pleasure closed her eyes, pleasure stilled her body, and her nether tissues started milking his fingers with lust that she could not control.&nbsp; <br><br>But he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 07:42:59</strong>
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				His mind burned with a sudden impulse. <br><br>It would be hard to locate its exact cause.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the way she first protested his touch and then gave in to it.&nbsp; Perhaps it was because he was growing used to having power over her.&nbsp; &nbsp;In this irrational moment, explanations didn’t matter.&nbsp; He couldn’t have located its source.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its origins were obscure, and it didn’t matter. <br><br>But the drive itself was clear: control, deny, dominate. <br><br>His breathing became louder, each breath heavy.&nbsp; Mordyn groaned, and his head fell back, his finger slipping deeper into her, rocking back and forth. Somewhere, a long time ago, he’d chanced across an anatomy book, a book detailing the (perhaps mythical) G-spot.&nbsp; His finger searched for it now, sliding deeper into her, aided by the milking contractions of her inner walls.&nbsp; His finger buried in her, exploring the top of her vaginal wall, finger making a “come here” motion.&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew, from her reactions, that he’d located it. <br><br>It was then that his desire to control manifested itself. <br><br>When she was just on the edge, when he could feel her squeezing around his finger, Mordyn suddenly stopped moving his finger, stopped stimulating her. <br><br>“Shhh....” he said, putting his free hand over her mouth.&nbsp; “Not yet.” <br><br>But that did not mean she was out from under his control.&nbsp; When her breathing calmed, when he knew she’d come down from the ledge, his finger went to work again.&nbsp; And when her moans became too loud, when he sensed she was on the edge again...<br><br>She was silenced, and his finger stopped. <br><br>His thumb stroked her clitoris, his finger remained buried inside of her.&nbsp; Over and over, he repeated the cycle.&nbsp; He toyed with her, controlled her.&nbsp; Showed her that he could make her scream, or that he could stop.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had all the power.&nbsp; All the new sensations she’d felt, he’d taught her.&nbsp; All the desires he’d awakened in her were ones he controlled.&nbsp; <br><br>Harth was helpless to be anything but his.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, he took his hand from her mouth, and nodded his head, looking benevolent. <br><br>“Now,” he said to her, his fingers again working their cruel, erotic magic, “you may.” <br><br>“Now I will allow it.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:52:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>The mind craves explanations.</em></span><br><br>As he roused her from sleep with seduction so gentle it was almost a psalm, she had sought more of his touch in her unconscious innocence.&nbsp; It was only when she woke, when she saw his intent face focused on her with nothing holy about his regard, when she realized that his fingers were instruments of sin not sacrament, when she learned that her nemesis was the source of her desire,&nbsp; only then did her abused body spasm in protest.&nbsp; <br><br>But he turned the flood of adrenaline against her with lazy twirls of thumb and beckons of a finger deep within her body.&nbsp; She undulated, and it was not with protest.<br><br>Her body writhed, her mind wailed "Why is he doing this to me?"&nbsp; And with that question, Harth began to seek explanations.&nbsp; Like all human beings, she used herself as the template upon which causal relationships would be defined.&nbsp; She gave herself reasons that would cause her to take such actions.&nbsp; Because she did not know Mordyn at all, not even his name.&nbsp; <br><br>His thumb flickered quickly, his finger rocked faster, she arched and curled in sweat drenched waves glistening in technicolor from the soundless tv.&nbsp; Her movements became more urgent, her head stropped against his groin, its round smooth surface cushioned by lush waves of hair, pressing him back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster as she approached climax.&nbsp; Breasts heaving, breath ragged, muscles taut, straining, desperate to get more of his caress, enough to give her relief, anything to give her relief, "Please!" she cried.&nbsp; <br><br>And he stopped.&nbsp; Her body lurched upward seeking his hand.&nbsp; She keened, a long drawn out howl, wild with need.<br><br><em>The mind craves explanations.&nbsp; And if they are denied from without, they are created from within.</em><br><br>He must be teaching her a lesson.&nbsp; She must need to learn something.&nbsp; But what? What? What?&nbsp; <br><br>Amidst the frenzy of thwarted lust, ideas began to form her frantic brain.<br><br>Did she not know there were cold ruthless men out there?&nbsp; Men who would hunt her.&nbsp; Men who would capture her.&nbsp; Men who would bind her for their pleasure and take her for their lust.&nbsp; <br><br>Did she not know that she was helpless against them?&nbsp; That they would strip her of all dignity and display her chaste body lewdly, lapping up her shame with their hot wet tongues, like a dog.<br><br>Did she not know that he could not afford to weaken?&nbsp; How could he protect her from the men if he weakened?&nbsp; Did she not know that the soft strokes of washing, the comfort of arms, were dangerous.&nbsp; That dangerous men could come while he was tender and clamp things to her nipples and make her crave to be debauched?<br><br>She had weakened him.&nbsp; Made him relax his vigilance, and this was his answer.&nbsp; Now he must conquer to restore his power.&nbsp; There would be no softness.&nbsp; She must learn.&nbsp; She would learn.&nbsp; She begged to learn.<br><br>He began to rouse her again, starting higher, pushing farther until she moved desperately and without grace.&nbsp; This was too primal for grace.&nbsp; Too raw.&nbsp; She was becoming angry and ferocious in her need, her head tossing wildly against his groin, then with deliberate feral cunning. She grabbed at his hand when he withdrew it and he gripped her wrist hard, fast, pulling it to his other hand.&nbsp; She could smell her musk on his fingers when they passed her nose.<br><br>His hands were large and hers were small, he held both her wrists easily in one iron grip, yanking them over her head, adding the pressure of smooth elbows to his belly, pressing her head down deeper into his lust.&nbsp; She shook her head wickedly against him and snarled.<br><br>Her gaze roved wildly around the room and it rested on the tv briefly, seeing faces looking at her from the trailers he liked to watch.&nbsp; But that was not what it was to her.&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>The mind craves reasons ... even if they are created from madness.</em></span><br><br>She was voluptuous in her frenzied motions, in her need.&nbsp; He was showing his television tribe why he was alpha male.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Look what I can make my female do.&nbsp; Obey me.</em> </span>She was snarling and trying to bite him, begging him to let her come, an animal, all civilization burned by desire from her, a bitch in heat.&nbsp; <br><br>These were the ancient needs.&nbsp; Hungry leering jealous eyes watched her, watched Mordyn, needing their own relief now.&nbsp; He would give him lesser women to slake their needs.&nbsp; Harth was his.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em> Look at my woman.&nbsp; Look at her twist and turn in her want for me.&nbsp; Look at her crave my touch.&nbsp; Beg for it.&nbsp; Howl for it.&nbsp; Scream for it.&nbsp; </em></span><br><br>Watch her come ... <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>now!</em></span><br><br>She was chuffing at the edge of orgasm, veins in her neck sticking out as every muscle was pulled taut as a bowstring, overwound, overwhelmed, overstimulated, overwrought.&nbsp; Her head was thrown back against his cock, rock hard and pulsing.<br><br>He began to control her again, steady as a drum, committed, rhythmic, building speed and pressure slowly, steadily, driving her forward, herding her to ecstasy, chasing her to the brink.<br><br>All his fingers splayed over her swollen nether lips, on her clit, in her cunt, and he pressed hard enough to shove her off the ledge. She howled, shattering in a million rapturous pieces into a carnal place where demons sucked on souls till they whimpered and craved and no explanations were ever allowed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 23:30:45</strong>
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				Mordyn watched her with eyes that would never leave her body. <br><br>He was intent upon her.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed, studying her.&nbsp; Nothing was lost to his gaze.&nbsp; Every spasm, every twitch, every convulsion.&nbsp; He studied the way her body movements, learning, by her reactions, which touches were most effective, what she enjoyed most.&nbsp; At this point, he was probably a more qualified expert on her pleasure than Harth herself. <br><br>He listened as well.&nbsp; To every moan and mew.&nbsp; He studied the differences in pitches.&nbsp; Listened to the phrases she repeated over and over in ecstasy.&nbsp; He grinned when an obscenity slipped past her full lips. <br><br>He knew her now. <br><br>In her rawest, most carnal form, he knew Harth Lakeland.&nbsp; He knew the woman she was in the moments when she was stripped bare.&nbsp; Not only physically, but emotionally. When every rule and barrier she had in place was gone, when she was no longer behaving the way she was told, he’d seen her.&nbsp; He knew the real Harth Lakeland.&nbsp; A creature of voluptuous eroticism. <br><br>His creature. <br><br>Her body laid out on the couch, his puppet, manipulated by his fingers, she danced to his tune.&nbsp; &nbsp;The puppet’s strings were not above her head, but were located deep in her cunt, and he worked them expertly.&nbsp; Showing her that she was his.&nbsp; &nbsp;He denied her, then pleasured her, then denied her again. <br><br>Until, at last, there was no more point in denial. <br><br>Her fingers were clawing his pants, and there was madness in her eyes.&nbsp; And it pleased him enough that he moaned himself.&nbsp; His cock was rock hard, and he twisted his hips, so that, in her madness, she could feel it. <br><br>“You want it?” He asked, his voice low and filled with gravel, “then scream for it.”&nbsp; And his fingers worked her furiously.&nbsp; He made her howl.&nbsp; Made her let out the primal sounds that society would have told Harth she was not allowed.&nbsp; <br><br>Good girls and proper ladies were not allowed to do these things.&nbsp; They were not allowed to moan and beg to be fucked.&nbsp; They couldn’t have climaxes that rattled the windows.&nbsp; They couldn’t do all the things that he was making Harth do.&nbsp; &nbsp;But here she was, naked in a stranger’s home, her body being taken to heights (and depths) a polite lady never considered. <br><br>No matter what else happened, she would always have the memory of these moments.&nbsp; The memory of scratching and clawing for nothing except the release of orgasm.&nbsp; She would never be able to forget what he made her crave, or how he made her act.&nbsp; One day, she’d in the lab, her hair in a French Twist, her feet in sensible shoes, and she would remember the blindfold and the gag and the clamps, and she would have no choice but to whimper and feel the need again. <br><br>He let her go limp in his arms after she’d finished.&nbsp; His finger slid out of her, and he wiped the sticky juices of her pleasure along her inner thigh.&nbsp; His hand touched her face, pushing sweat drenched hair out of her eyes. <br><br>“Good,” he said.&nbsp; “Very good.”&nbsp; He approved of this side of Harth.&nbsp; He approved of her inner depravity.&nbsp; And he hungered for more. <br><br>But now, it was time for a different game. <br><br>Without speaking, Mordyn lifted her from his lap, and left her on the couch.&nbsp; He moved away, leaving her alone on the suddenly cold couch, bereft of his touch and presence.&nbsp; And he moved into the kitchen.<br><br>She would hear him in there, as he rooted through the refrigerator, getting out the fixings for a sandwich.&nbsp; Mordyn worked with quiet efficiency (just the way he worked her body), everything done in precise order.&nbsp; <br><br>“Come here,” he said, as her poured himself a drink.<br><br>Watching her naked body pad across the carpet and onto the cool linoleum in his kitchen stirred his desire again, and he had to close his eyes as he shuddered in pleasure. <br><br>When she entered the kitchen, Mordyn slid behind her, and put his hands on her hips, stopping her movements.&nbsp; Behind her, he stripped off his shirt, and then leaned forward, his bare chest against her back.<br><br>His hands slid under her arms, and a hand covered each of her breasts, lifting them high, cupping them firmly.&nbsp; He pressed his hips forward, his hardness against her backside.&nbsp; &nbsp;His mouth was very close to her ear, as he asked his question. <br><br>“Are you a good girl, Harth?”<br><br>He knew what she would answer, and so he leaned closer, breathing into her ear. <br><br>“Are you?”&nbsp; &nbsp; But when he said “are you?”&nbsp; she would know, by his tone, that what he really meant was: <em> are you sure?</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 07:31:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>“Are you a good girl, Harth?”</em></span><br><br>The question reverberated through her consciousness, echoing within the huge dark chamber now accessible through the fissures Mordyn had ripped open in her mind.&nbsp; Echoes of moans.&nbsp; Echoes of whimpers.&nbsp; Echoes of begging. Echoes <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>... good girl? ... are you a good girl? ... good girl? ... Are you? </em></span> <br><br>Echoes rolled over each other, potent with shameful secrets that needed to be confessed, growing louder and louder in her head.&nbsp; Her hands clasped each other in a godless prayer to an unholy priest.&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Bless me, Stranger,&nbsp; for I have sinned.</em></span><br><br>His hands covered her breasts, firm on her flesh, delicate on her bruised nipples. His question made her breathe harder, almost panting with dread at its significance.&nbsp; He was hunting her through the labyrinth of her own mind now, herding her to the lair of her id where the wild things roam.&nbsp; Like an armless palm reader, her warm heavy breasts traveled the contours of his hands. Rucked nipples brushed the center of his fate line at each inhale.&nbsp; Fleshy hillocks caressed his hand at each exhale from his Mound of Venus to the calloused hardness of the rings of Solomon. <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.</em></span><br><br>He made her know all that was female in her body.&nbsp; Rendered her unable to ignore any hidden succulence of her flesh.&nbsp; The clamps on her nipples had rendered them so tender that the slightest breeze caused them to pucker into aching hard folds, and would for days to come.&nbsp; His relentless trespass of her cunt left nether muscles swollen and throbbing, exquisitely tender to the rub of walk and the pressure of sit.&nbsp; Her only respite would come with her legs wide open.&nbsp; Her womb glowed, sultry and molten, from orgasm after orgasm.&nbsp; She felt him with each heartbeat, with each breeze, with each touch.&nbsp; She felt his hard cock against her ass, rampant, ready, potent ... increasingly impatient.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>It has been a lifetime since my last confession.<br></em></span><br>“Are you a good girl, Harth?”<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>These are my sins. </em></span><br><br>"I do not know what I am anymore."&nbsp; She whispered.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>“Are you a good girl, Harth?”<br></em></span><br>The memory of screams filled her mind, screams not of protest but of supplication, begging him to let her cum.&nbsp; The way her quim quivered in anticipation of his cock and her ass rubbed a little against him, moving of its own need, proud in its female musk, contemptuous of the puling androgyny of her analytical mind. The shameful surge of lust in her womb when she remembered the sight of his cock entering her body, when her nipples were clamped, when chains were caught in her clenched teeth.&nbsp; When she drowned in feelings so intense that they had no name.&nbsp; The feel of his hands on her now, how she had to strain not to lean forward and rub against his skin. <br><br>“Are you a good girl, Harth?”<br><br>She wanted so much to say <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Yes!"</em></span> She wanted so much to be blameless, to let him carry all her guilt, to run from him and protest him and make small defiant stands that were enough to prove her innocence ... but not enough for him to honor it.&nbsp; The pressure built.&nbsp; He demanded an answer.&nbsp; He demanded it now.&nbsp; There was no time, no time, no time left.<br><br>Her plan to play along with him until she could escape was dissolving.&nbsp; Something tore apart in her soul.&nbsp; She had to get away, she had to run away.&nbsp; Harth began twisting in his arms, trying to break his grasp, her hands trying to tear his from her breasts.&nbsp; She had to get away! But even as the terrible urgency to run suffused her, she knew it was not the stranger she was trying so hard to run away from.&nbsp; It was herself.&nbsp; His hands gripped her tighter.<br><br>“Are you a good girl, Harth?”<br><br><em>"NO DAMN YOU!"</em> she cawed in anguish, her voice harsh, rasping, sound pulled through a broken throat.&nbsp; Something heavy and dull dropped from her soul.&nbsp; It sounded like rusted metal squealing open. It sounded like iron chains clanging to the floor.<br><br>She was free of illusion, now.<br><br>But like all good girls who bite on the serpent's apple, she was forever damned by truth.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 06:23:17</strong>
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				“Damn me?” He whispered the question in her ear.&nbsp; And though his voice was quiet, she could hear the confusion in it.&nbsp; Those two words spoke volumes.&nbsp; They asked all the questions he didn’t give voice to. <br><br>Why was he to blame?&nbsp; If she’d truly been good, wouldn’t this have all been a trauma?&nbsp; Hadn’t he only shown her what was inside of herself already?&nbsp; Wasn’t the goodness the lie and the sin the truth?&nbsp; <br><br>Damn him? No, damn you Harth.&nbsp; Damned by your own sin. <br><br>Mordyn exhaled against her skin.&nbsp; His hands cupped her breasts tighter, and he pulled her body against his. A full body tremor passed through him as he felt her naked body against his.&nbsp; His hips bucked and his hands clasped as he mimicked taking her. <br><br>“Tell the truth,” he finally said to her.&nbsp; His hands released her breasts, and one hand slid into her hair, pulling her head to the side.&nbsp; He kissed her shoulder up to her neck and then looked down.&nbsp; Over her shoulder, he watched her breasts rise and fall with her breathing, and he saw how her nipples hardened and seemed to call out for the clamps with their hardness. <br><br>“You did not want this because you hadn’t had this.&nbsp; Once you felt it, once you felt me, you wanted more.&nbsp; You moaned for me, Harth.&nbsp; Not a scream, not a cry, a moan. Does that sound like how a good girl behaves to you?”&nbsp; &nbsp;His free hand slid across her hip and forced its way between her legs.&nbsp; As his fingers caressed her labia, he noted how swollen and sensitive they were.&nbsp; That delighted him, and he stroked her with feather like tenderness, watching her body jump and convulse at each touch. <br><br>“But it is not bad,”&nbsp; he whispered to her.&nbsp; “The doctors,” he shuddered again, but this time, not in pleasure.&nbsp; “They told me I was bad. They said I was very, very bad.&nbsp; With their needles and their pills, and their talking.&nbsp; But I am not bad.&nbsp; I’m just... me.” <br><br>“I made you happy, didn’t I?&nbsp; Didn’t you like it? Didn’t you moan?&nbsp; How is that bad?&nbsp; We’re not bad.&nbsp; We’re just... us.”&nbsp; <br><br>“You’re a bad girl,” he licked across her shoulder, and let a finger slid between her nether lips again, looking for the same spot that drove her past the point of control before.&nbsp; “But you’re not bad.” <br><br>He continued to let his finger move inside of her, turning his hand so that his thumb covered her clitoris, stroking it until it swelled and ignited.&nbsp; <br><br>And maybe, she might think to herself, that she was bad.&nbsp; That she was a sinner.&nbsp; Maybe, being in the grip of this madman was her penance.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had to atone for her sins, and now, she had only the lunatic ravings of the devil himself to assure her.&nbsp; Maybe she was burning in perdition’s flames right now. <br><br>Either way... this was sin, and she was feeling the ecstasy of sin. <br><br>He stopped again, once more leaving her on the threshold, her pleas answered only with denial. <br><br>Mordyn stepped back, and leaned against the bar, Harth standing between his body and the stove.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed as he looked at her.&nbsp; When he spoke, his voice carried the gravity of judgment. <br><br>“Come here,” he said. <br><br>“And unbutton my pants.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 16:43:21</strong>
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				Her back arched and her head dropped against his chest when he clasped her to him.&nbsp; His bucking hips met the bump and grind of her willing ass.&nbsp; His hands were full of bosoms, swelling things that heaved against his palms and pushed&nbsp; tiny crinkled corms, hard and alert with nerves, through the gap between his fingers.&nbsp; He pinched them and she snarled with lust.<br><br>Harth was standing on tiptoe, straining towards him, mouth open, eyes closed when he removed his hands from her breasts.<br><br>"Tell the truth."<br><br>Truth was his fingers dancing on her cunt.&nbsp; Her swollen tender body jerked with truth.<br><br>"You moaned for me, Harth.&nbsp; Not a scream, not a cry, a moan."&nbsp; She was moaning now, writhing with truth, her ass stropping his rampant cock with truth.&nbsp; She was raw and seething with truth.<br><br>“I made you happy, didn’t I?&nbsp; Didn’t you like it? Didn’t you moan?&nbsp; How is that bad?&nbsp; We’re not bad.&nbsp; We’re just... us.”&nbsp; <br><br>As if she had been struck, Harth stopped moving.&nbsp; His words exploded in her mind.&nbsp; Mordyn's truth became a tornado that sucked all the detritus of decades of guilt soaked cultural conditioning up into its powerful vortex to reveal a naked foundation that was clean and carnal and voluptuously, rapturously, incandescently alive.&nbsp; <br><br>She shuddered, almost convulsing, as a tsunami of change swept through her body taking the terrible tension with it.&nbsp; She had been at war with herself for so long.&nbsp; When Mordyn had pleasured her before, her desires, healthy female desires, rose in rebellion against her upbringing, battling head to head with the army of should-nots that she dutifully fed and armed with her desire to please an indifferent society.&nbsp; But now Mordyn was her carnal ally.&nbsp; He made sure that her desires won, tipping the battle in her favor simply by giving her no choice, pushing her into the fray, rallying her forces against the sterile army of rectitude.&nbsp; But the hard tension of&nbsp; the war raging within her was always there in tight nervous muscles.&nbsp; Until now.<br><br>It was a sweet capitulation, a graceful surrender made without terms, made with humility and gratitude.&nbsp; He could feel it when she shyly raised her hand to cover his as he touched her most intimately.&nbsp; Not to thwart him, not to guide him, but to share, to feel the play of his muscle and tendons on the back of his hand when his fingers moved on her flesh.&nbsp; When she lost control again, her hands gripped his wrists.&nbsp; Not to stop him, but because she had to hold onto something, because her hands needed to clench, because she was falling.<br><br>Ecstasy is not soft or easy.&nbsp; It is an explosion of rapture that renders us mad and helpless and straining to live.&nbsp; But because of Mordyn, she was not alone.&nbsp; She could finally let go.&nbsp; Finally feel it all.&nbsp; He held her fast to him, channeling the glory and the fury to burn the bitter weeds of guilt growing in her garden.&nbsp; But, artist that he was, he left the roses ... and the thorns ... intact.<br><br>When she returned to Earth, she was glowing, and she nestled against him, sure of the welcome of his flesh.<br><br>He let her rest against him, let his steady heartbeat at her back calm the wild drum tattoo of her heart.&nbsp; And then, when she had relaxed utterly, his fingers began again to work their erotic magic on Harth's new body.&nbsp; All her responses were different.&nbsp; More succulent and more lush, wanton voluptuary undulations that called to all that was male within him.&nbsp; His woman needed him.&nbsp; This was more than an animal in heat, mindless in her need.&nbsp; This was an intelligent woman in the throes of desire, wrought by him, mindful of her lust and his, and wanting both ... wanting him.<br><br>She strained towards him again, eager for his touch.&nbsp; <br><br>And he let her go.&nbsp; Let her stand on her own two feet, naked and free and carnal.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes roamed freely over his body and she saw him for the first time, admired the hard lines and planes of his flesh, admired his lean handsome face, licked her lips at his seductive mouth, saw the tent in his pants.<br><br>“Come here,” he said. <br><br>“And unbutton my pants.” <br><br>Her eyes closed briefly.&nbsp; One step and she would enter a new world.&nbsp; One step and she would forever leave the safe shores of an insipid life.&nbsp; He was giving her a choice.&nbsp; He would tempt her no more.&nbsp; Somehow, she knew that.&nbsp; Just as she knew that he might hurt her, but he would never harm her.<br><br>Now, she must choose the life she wanted to live.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes opened, glistening with tears and she took a step towards him ... and smiled shyly.<br><br>When she reached him, when she was close enough, she put her hands on his shoulders and stood on tiptoe, and gently, slowly kissed his mouth.<br><br>She stood down and bent her head to touch her lip to his left nipple, to lick it delicately, to suck it gently, and to leave it wet while the other remained untouched.&nbsp; He had choices, too.&nbsp; Life with her ... or without her.<br><br>Her eyes met his again, full of knowledge, but serene, sure, forgiving all, blaming nothing, full of grace.<br><br>She lowered herself to her knees and unbuttoned his pants with trembling fingers, pressing her nose close to smell his arousal, smell her scent on him, smell the mingling of their desire.<br><br>And when his cock was free, she slowly planted kisses up its length, finally anointing her lips with the seed gathered at its tip, finding her first taste of him ... delicious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 06:40:47</strong>
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				(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/newcrusadia/men/44.jpg)<br><br><br>So much of Mordyn’s life was about control.&nbsp; &nbsp;And so, with Harth kneeling in supplication before him, he let out a moan, and took control. <br><br>This had always been the pinnacle of his fevered imaginings.&nbsp; Harth, stripped bare in body and soul, worshipping him on her knees, mouth opened to receive the communion of his seed.&nbsp; He wanted to see her like this.&nbsp; Humble and needy, servicing him.&nbsp; Giving him the power.&nbsp; Offering her surrender. <br><br>Now he had it. <br><br>He’d burned with desire for her.&nbsp; Since that day in the coffee shop. Since he saw her, and felt he instantly knew her.&nbsp; Since he’d gone home and closed his eyes, concentrating on her face for hours.&nbsp; Since he’d spent the next several days barely leaving the coffee shop, waiting for her return.&nbsp; Since he’d followed her to her lab, and overheard her name.&nbsp; Since he’d used his computer skills to learn more about her.&nbsp; Since he’d made his plans.&nbsp; Since he’d taken her. <br><br>All of it, leading to this moment.&nbsp; To his moment of control. <br><br>Mordyn’s hands slid his pants and underwear down, and somehow, he had the presence of mind to kick one leg and then the other free.&nbsp; He looked down at her, kissing the head of his cock, and he let out a moan that could barely be called human.&nbsp; A deep, guttural sound.&nbsp; The call of a wild animal announcing that it has entered its favorite hunting grounds.&nbsp; &nbsp;A warning to all others that the king was here, and that the lesser beings should scatter.<br><br>Except, of course, for his mate.&nbsp; She was to prepare herself for the taking. <br><br>Both hands slid past her cheeks, and he took hold of great handfuls of her dark hair, hands closing tightly, as he tilted her head back.&nbsp; Mordyn’s head bent, and their eyes met.&nbsp; She would see his desire in them, his overwhelming need for control.&nbsp; The madness in her eyes.&nbsp; Madness for her.&nbsp; <br><br>His hips turned, and he ran the tip of his hardness across her mouth, leaving a trail of clear pre-cum across her lips. The sight of Harth licking her lips made him shudder.&nbsp; She’d swallowed his essence.&nbsp; He was, in a very real way, inside of her now. <br><br>He tilted her head back further, until her eyes were staring straight into the heavens, Mordyn’s dark eyes looking back down upon her.&nbsp; He stepped forward, moaning again.&nbsp; Mordyn manipulated their bodies so that his cock was now lying across her face, his testicles dangling below her chin.&nbsp; <br><br>The sight of it was so intense that, for a moment, he had no awareness at all.&nbsp; No thoughts... nothing.&nbsp; <br><br>He would never remember who initiated what happened next.&nbsp; Never remember whether he’d slid his shaft down across her cheek and put it into her mouth, or whether Harth had taken the initiative and swallowed him.&nbsp; &nbsp;The moment was too full of ecstasy for him to remember.&nbsp; It wiped him away, and replaced him with sensation. <br><br>All he knew was that he could feel himself at the back of her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking down, Mordyn saw Harth suckling him.&nbsp; Tentative at first, but with growing confidence and desire.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, pulsing in pleasure over her tongue.&nbsp; His hands tightened in her hair and then slacked, falling to her shoulders, holding and then releasing.&nbsp; His hips moved, taking her mouth the way he’d taken her cunt. <br><br>And then, he lost control. <br><br>Mordyn surrendered himself to the pleasure she could give him.&nbsp; For a moment, he was not thinking about his plans or his lists or what the next step was.&nbsp; He was only feeling.&nbsp; He was under her control, submitting to the pleasures contained in the hot cavern of Harth’s mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>He had no control then.&nbsp; He only had the pleasure she was giving him.&nbsp; There was no agenda, no goal, nothing beyond what she was doing to him.&nbsp; She could have escaped then, or stabbed him, or done anything, and he would have been too blissful to stop her. <br><br>Mordyn had no control now.&nbsp; And he did not care.&nbsp; He would give up all control, if only this ecstasy would stretch into infinity. <br><br>His head fell back, and his hips thrust forward.&nbsp; He heard his moan, but it sounded like it was coming from somewhere else, someone else.&nbsp; Because Mordyn, as he was now, did not have it in him to do something as simple as moan. <br><br>He felt the dam break.&nbsp; Felt himself coming, and his was a heavy load.&nbsp; It flooded into Harth’s waiting mouth, and he shuddered, fingers and toes curling, body shuddering, as the torrent of his climax raged. <br><br>It would take Mordyn a long time to come down from this. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 16:39:54</strong>
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				The tempered glass of the oven reflected her darkly.<br><br>In it he saw her supplication, saw his control.&nbsp; Her head was pulled back by the weight of his hand.&nbsp; He could see the fall of her hair, the curve of her spine, the crumpled landscape of the soles of her feet.&nbsp; Her round bottom splayed her heels outward, the toes of her left foot resting on the sole of her right.&nbsp; He would be able to see when his actions made her dainty toes curl.<br><br>His legs were spread slightly to either side of the woman's petite body, pillars of the temple to which she was bound for worship.&nbsp; Her hands were curled around his thighs.<br><br>Mordyn snarled his need in a sound so primal that the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.&nbsp; It was a signal and her heart quailed.&nbsp; <br><br>The time had come.<br><br>He tilted her head back further to pour his madness into her dark beautiful eyes.&nbsp; Her breath caught, a gasp that acknowledged his power, her eyes widening with alarm, with the beginning of fear.&nbsp; No one could want that much and still remain human.&nbsp; And all of his want was focused on her.&nbsp; Her feet rubbed against each other nervously.<br><br>Slowly, he drew his cock across her face.&nbsp; The feminine face that belonged to him.&nbsp; His face.&nbsp; He painted her lips with his nectar.&nbsp; His lips.&nbsp; She licked those lips and swallowed and felt the tremor shudder through him.&nbsp; She had taken him into her.&nbsp; She was his.<br><br>He pulled her head back until her neck muscles strained and her mouth gaped wide.&nbsp; Her face became an altar on which he rested the sword of his hard straight manhood, the furred sacs of his seed, balls stretching from her chin, cock laid across her lips and cheekbones to the corner of her pretty eye.&nbsp; <br><br>She breathed him in and breathed on him, warm moist air issuing forth from her mouth with small whimpers against his skin.&nbsp; Her fingers fluttered anxiously on his thighs as he held her there for endless moments, his fist tightening mercilessly in her soft hair, her eyes huge and fixed on the ceiling.&nbsp; Little chuffs of breath escaped her open mouth to wreathe the base of his cock.&nbsp; <br><br>The smell of him caused her to tremble, igniting her lust with its animal potency. This was the claiming, and by strength and will and lust and seed, he claimed her. He spread his scent everywhere on her body ... and within it.&nbsp; She could not breathe without smelling him.&nbsp; He enveloped her with his scent and it grabbed the ancient female core of her being.<br><br>Suddenly, her tongue lashed out of the cavern of her mouth and licked every part of him that she could reach, the edge of his testicles, the base of his shaft, stropping him wildly,.&nbsp; She made her tongue hard, making it a snake that slid wetly along his flesh, and dug through his fur to find the wrinkles and folds and press them open, lick them clean, titillate them with grooming.&nbsp; She tongue-lashed his cock, back and forth, fast and hard, violent in its softness.<br><br>The sound he made was like nothing human and she exalted in it.&nbsp; She had power too.&nbsp; She snarled a raptor's cry against his flesh until he silenced her with a roar, thrusting his cock deep within her throat.<br><br>That made her whimper again, gagged by his flesh, sucking on it as he commanded, her momentary rush of power dashed, and now she felt him crow his triumph.<br><br>She had never felt anything as rawly intimate as this.&nbsp; She could feel what pleased him, what he needed as if she wore his skin.&nbsp; It inflamed her and she gave it to him, gave him everything he wanted ... and more.&nbsp; <br><br>She could feel the rumble in his loins when the pressure had built beyond tolerance, when he had end this or die of ecstasy, and his seed flooded her mouth with the briny taste of a hot ancient sea at the beginning of all things.<br><br>She shuddered and swallowed and more came and more.&nbsp; She pulled it from him and drank him down, drank him in, drank him dry.&nbsp; He filled her belly with his seed.&nbsp; Nourished her with it.&nbsp; She had not eaten all day.&nbsp; He fed her with his body.<br><br>And when he was spent, she held him gently in her mouth.&nbsp; Held him there, softly pillowed on her tongue, until he his mind returned and he withdrew from her.<br><br>Then the enormity of what they had done hit her like a blow.&nbsp; With fragile delicate motions, as if she had turned into glass, Harth bent down until her forehead touched the linoleum and then she fell sideways, hugging her knees and weeping.&nbsp; All her bridges were burnt.&nbsp; All her strength was gone.&nbsp; All she once was had been destroyed.<br><br>What happened to her could not be called sleep.&nbsp; <br><br>Harth lost consciousness lying between his legs, her long hair spilling out on the floor of a kitchen that smelled like sex.<br><br>But even in this state ... she trembled and she moaned and her nipple puckered on the cold tiles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 06:17:31</strong>
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				At first, Mordyn took her collapse to be nothing except simple tiredness.&nbsp; He did not think about the state of her body, or the state of near starvation she was in.&nbsp; &nbsp;Carefully, Mordyn scooped Harth up into his arms.&nbsp; <br><br>He moved first for the couch, but then changed his mind.&nbsp; An idea seized him.&nbsp; It seemed like perhaps it might be a bad idea.&nbsp; If she woke up and found herself where he thought of putting her, she might be confused or angry.&nbsp; But the idea was in his head now, and he could not shed it. <br><br>So, carefully, he carried her up the stairs and to his room. <br><br>Like the rest of his home, his room was furnished only with what was necessary.&nbsp; A bookcase stuffed with paperbacks (of all genres), a computer desk that was neatly, some might say obsessively, organized, and a bed that had been painstakingly made, including sheets folded in hospital corners.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn laid Harth atop his bed, positioning her so that she was on her back, hands at her side.&nbsp; He burned at the sight of her, and he leaned over her, his mouth touching hers, his hands trailing down her body.<br><br>When she did not react, he began to worry. <br><br>Until that moment, he’d assumed she was asleep, and could be roused in the same way.&nbsp; But she had no response at all.&nbsp; Not even to reject him.&nbsp; He could see then that she was not asleep, but unconscious. <br><br>Mordyn frozen in panic, as he looked at her.&nbsp; He had no experience taking care of another person.&nbsp; No sense of what to do, and the terror that gripped him held him paralyzed.&nbsp; He’d done this.&nbsp; He knew it.&nbsp; He had hurt her through neglect.&nbsp; He’d treated her as a thing, not a person, and now, she was suffering. <br><br>That sense of empathy was terrifyingly new, and Harth was now in real danger, not because of anything Mordyn was doing, but because he did not know what to do next.&nbsp; <br><br>But, though disturbed, Mordyn was not a simple man.&nbsp; An intelligent man, Mordyn knew that when there was something he could not answer, there was a way to discover the answer, and quickly.&nbsp; As the seconds ticked by, he gradually came out of his paralysis. <br><br>And when he could move again, he opened his web browser. <br><br>Web savvy, along with the right key words was enough to give Mordyn the basic information he required.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sugar... she needed sugar.&nbsp; &nbsp;More than one doctor had told him to avoid sugar, and though Mordyn hadn’t obeyed, he did keep his sugar well hidden.&nbsp; It didn’t make sense, of course.&nbsp; Since his eighteenth birthday, no one had the right to search his things without his permission.&nbsp; But still, he kept the forbidden things hidden. <br><br>He mixed sugar water, according to the instructions on the internet, and then warmed up more of the soup.&nbsp; At least in this, his instincts had been correct.&nbsp; <br><br>Soup, sugar water, and regular water.&nbsp; He assembled it all as hastily as he could and brought it up the stairs.&nbsp; <br><br>The sugar water was administered first.&nbsp; Carefully poured into her mouth, his fingers on her throat, inducing her to swallow.&nbsp; Mordyn took care to restrain his actions, so that she did not choke. <br><br>The first thing she’d see was his worried, panicked face when she finally roused. <br><br>“I have food,” he said quickly, moving to get the bowl of soup to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the bowl on a small tray, and Harth in the bed, it was almost a parody of the sort of thing seen in a thousand sitcoms, as she was served breakfast in bed. <br><br>But of course, from the outside, it would be easy to see the funhouse mirror distortions of such a normally wholesome scene. <br><br>Mordyn fed her, working in silence.&nbsp; He felt horribly guilty, but had no words to express it.&nbsp; He’d never felt this before.&nbsp; Never actually been responsible for anything.&nbsp; She’d been his fantasy, but now, there was a reality to it. <br><br>He said nothing, but his contrite expression spoke volumes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 06:49:30</strong>
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				Her response to the sugar was almost instant.&nbsp; Her brain was starving and the first place the sugar went was to her mind, to wake her up, to get more of this life-saving substance.<br><br>Mordyn rubbed the sugar water on the inside of her cheek with his finger and she sucked it greedily before her eyes even opened.&nbsp; He dipped two fingers in the fluid, feeding her more, the glands under her tongue instantly making glucose and shooting it to her brain.&nbsp; His fingers became more caressing.&nbsp; Her response more seductive.<br><br>Harth looked at him then, saw his worry, saw ... many things.&nbsp; There was a burning in his eyes that thrilled her and frightened her.&nbsp; He looked at her with hunger and an intensity that she had never known.&nbsp; It made her blush, but she kept her gaze on him.&nbsp; She could still smell his seed on her, still taste it in her mouth, the salty flavor mixing with the sweet.&nbsp; Slowly, she lifted her hand to cup his cheek.<br><br>"Thank you," she whispered.&nbsp; Her face was still much too pale, but she was awake.&nbsp; Gingerly, he helped her sit up in bed, the clean crisp sheets feeling wonderful against her bare skin.&nbsp; It was such a orderly room.&nbsp; Each thing in it had its place.&nbsp; Except her.&nbsp; She was too human to fit in this neat place.&nbsp; She smelled of musk and cum and fear and sweat.&nbsp; The strange attractor of chaos theory.<br><br>Mordyn handed her the bowl and she drank from it, Asian style, only using the spoon when all the fluid had gone.&nbsp; It was a transformation.&nbsp; Her eyes were bright again and her skin, though still too pale, had gotten back some of its color.<br><br>But she looked so tired.&nbsp; Dark circles formed blue-grey shadows under her eyes.&nbsp; She was still weak and very small.&nbsp; Mordyn had carried her unconscious body upstairs without effort.&nbsp; She could never fight him and win.&nbsp; She could never fight anyone and win.&nbsp; She was so vulnerable.&nbsp; That God she had him to protect her.&nbsp; <br><br>He was still holding her up and she rested her head against his shoulder, one of her hands curling gently around his.&nbsp; Just living.&nbsp; Just breathing.&nbsp; Thoughts chasing each other through their minds.&nbsp; Different thoughts for each one.&nbsp; Sometimes she just shuddered, and his arms would close protectively around her.&nbsp; It gave her courage to ask the question that had held her in terror since he had kidnapped her.<br><br>Harth tilted her beautiful asymmetric face up to him, dark eyes somber, accepting. <br><br>"Will you let me see the sun again before I die?" she asked softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 07:19:07</strong>
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				“Would you like more?”<br><br>The words tumbled out quickly, and Mordyn was staring at her intently, studying her every movement, aware of each breath.&nbsp; It likely would do nothing to ease Harth’s mind, or make her change her assessment of his madness.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched her so very closely, his hands resting on her body when they were not feeding her, every muscle in his frame tensed, ready to spring into whatever action was needed to keep her healthy.<br><br>She would think it crazed obsession, but to Mordyn, it was the first time in his life he’d wanted to care for someone else.&nbsp; &nbsp;To him, this seemed a good thing.&nbsp; The sort of thing he was always told he needed to do.&nbsp; To think beyond himself, to show consideration to others.&nbsp; <br><br>And because he saw things so differently than Harth did, he didn’t understand the full implications of her question. At first <br><br>“Die? You’re not going to die?” He said with a smile she might find disconcerting.&nbsp; He’d found her worry about dying silly.&nbsp; Of course he wouldn’t let her die.&nbsp; Never realizing she was asking him if he planned on killing her. <br><br>“You’re just a little weak.&nbsp; Tired.&nbsp; But I will get you healthy.&nbsp; I’ll make you better.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He was standing now, moving around the room, looking around, watching Harth carefully.&nbsp; He hadn’t actually answered her question, but in his confusion, he hadn’t been aware of that omission. <br><br>Until, like a lightning bolt, it hit him. <br><br>“Why do you want to go outside?&nbsp; Do you think I can’t take care of you?” There was an edge to his voice.&nbsp; And as he looked at her, she might be aware, again, of his size, and remember how he’d first overpowered her, and muscled her into restraint. <br><br>“Do you want to leave? Is that it?” <br><br>His tone was strident, demanding an answer.&nbsp; Not just an answer.&nbsp; The <em>right</em> answer. <br><br>“We’ll see about sunlight,” he said, his expression suddenly sullen, like a child whose just been told no, “when you get better.” <br><br>“Do you want more to eat or drink?” He repeated the initial question.&nbsp; His tone was flat, and he seemed hurt.&nbsp; <br><br>He’d tried caring, and he’d only been betrayed for his efforts.&nbsp; He looked her suspiciously now, and for the first time since her punishment, his mind was turning to the restraints. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 07:39:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Why do you want to go outside?&nbsp; Do you think I can’t take care of you?” There was an edge to his voice.&nbsp; And as he looked at her, she might be aware, again, of his size, and remember how he’d first overpowered her, and muscled her into restraint. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Dread washed through her and left her shaking.&nbsp; She lay back down in bed and pulled the sheet up to her chin.&nbsp; <br><br>"I like to see the sky," she said shakily.&nbsp; "To see flowers and birds. "&nbsp; Not people, she cautioned herself.&nbsp; Do not say people. Do not say people.&nbsp; "You are taking good care of me.&nbsp; I did not mean to indicate otherwise.&nbsp; Its just ... flowers ... pretty things.&nbsp; Girls like pretty things like that.&nbsp; Living things."&nbsp; Don't say that.&nbsp; "Pretty things to look at.&nbsp; Pictures even.&nbsp; Pictures would be all right too.&nbsp; I wouldn't have to go anywhere.&nbsp; There! No need to go anywhere at all.&nbsp; No need"<br><br>She was babbling, on the brink of tears.&nbsp; <br><br>He was a very dangerous man right now and she could feel his madness beginning to return, simmering just below his skin.&nbsp; He had been worried about her, frightened even.&nbsp; Fear did something to him.&nbsp; Compassion welled up within her.&nbsp; What had happened to this man to make him like this?<br><br>She licked her lips, her eyes huge with fear.&nbsp; She'd pushed too far.&nbsp; But it was so hard, so hard to keep walking on a tightrope littered with the cut glass of his madness.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Do you want more to eat or drink?” He repeated the initial question.&nbsp; His tone was flat, and he seemed hurt.&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I would like more water, please, if that is not too much trouble."&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't resist asking.&nbsp; She knew it was wrong even as the words were forming on her lips.&nbsp; She tried to hold it back with all her might, but she couldn't.&nbsp; Her energy was too low to maintain her shields.&nbsp; She knew it was a mistake when she heard the sounds.<br><br>"You'll let me see sunlight when I'm better?" she asked with a terrible eagerness.<br><br>His face changed, a cloud coming across it.&nbsp; Harth burrowed down further under the sheet until only her huge frightened eyes showed darkly above the whiteness.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 00:52:14</strong>
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				“Girls like pretty things.&nbsp; And sunshine, and birds, and the sky,” he repeated the words while looking at her.&nbsp; It would be hard to read his expression, but if Harth were to watch him closely, she’d see that he was committing the information to memory, the information she’d just given him treated as something vital.&nbsp; And clearly, something he’d never considered before. <br><br>“I see,” he said with a final nod.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn’s posture was still tense, and he watched her with the intensity of a hawk whose gaze has been fixed upon a field mouse.&nbsp; It seemed as if he didn’t trust her now, and he seemed to be waiting for her to try something.&nbsp; <br><br>Or perhaps, daring her. <br><br>“I can get pictures,” he said.&nbsp; “Tell me what you want, and I will get them.”&nbsp; Mordyn didn’t seem aware of all the nuances to her tone of voice. She’d been babbling nervously, trying to placate him.&nbsp; But here he was, taking her requests with dead seriousness.&nbsp; Again, it seemed clear that Mordyn did not have much experience dealing with others.&nbsp; He lacked fundamental understanding of certain things.<br><br>But if she wanted pictures, she would have pictures. <br><br>“You can have water,” he said with a nod.&nbsp; He’d brought a pitcher, and poured another glass.&nbsp; The water was cold and clear, and he held the glass out for her to take.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Suspicion remained in his eyes.&nbsp; She’d done something to him, shattered a part of his fantasy.&nbsp; Now as he watched her, he seemed to be caught between disappointment and the mad desire to get back to his fantasy.&nbsp; &nbsp;A very dangerous position for Harth. <br><br>He was pouring her another glass of water as she asked her last question, and so he wasn’t looking at her as he answered. <br><br>“Yes,” he said distractedly, “you can see the sunlight then.”&nbsp; <br><br>A moment later, he looked up, to see Harth hidden under the sheet, only her eyes visible.&nbsp; Mordyn’s eyes narrowed as he looked at her, suddenly seized with a smoldering anger.&nbsp; He cast the glass of water across the room, leaving a wet trail across the otherwise immaculately kept space, a sure sign of his anger.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly, Mordyn was on the bed, his hands on either side of Harth’s body, his face close to hers.&nbsp; <br><br>“Why are you hiding?” He asked, his eyes narrowed.&nbsp; His hand reached up, and tore the sheet out of her hands, exposing her body.&nbsp; <br><br>“Why are you doing this?”&nbsp; Mordyn’s tone demanded answers. <br><br>“You were so nice before.&nbsp; So good.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why are you being bad now?”&nbsp; His face was close to hers. <br><br>“Why aren’t you being nice anymore?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 04:01:08</strong>
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				We are fragile lonely vessels, unique constructs built of contradictions striving for balance on life's storm-tossed seas, searching for a safe harbor where we can rest. <br><br>Inside us the hero lies with the coward, the lover conspires with hate, the child reaches for the parent, the intellectual sends a lifeline of reason and rules to the id drowning in emotion's primal soup.&nbsp; <br><br>We want and we need and we yearn ... and we become trapped, looking for that one soul who can lead us out of the cold darkness and into the sweet glow of nurturing light.&nbsp; Or the one who can shelter us from light's searing heat and merciless glare with the sultry shadow of their warm and welcoming dark.&nbsp; <br><br>Sometimes, two halves of the conundrum find each other, and like flint and steel they make sparks, and all hell breaks loose.<br><br>Harth was stretched to the breaking point.<br><br>When Mordyn tore the sheet out of her hands, she snapped.&nbsp; Initially, she tried to curl into a fetal position, but his hands were on either side of her head, his eyes were boring their hurt and madness into hers, his voice demanding answers.&nbsp; But his questions were the questions of a child.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Why are you doing this?” <br><br>“You were so nice before.&nbsp; So good.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why are you being bad now?”&nbsp; His face was close to hers. <br><br>“Why aren’t you being nice anymore?”&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>And she looked at him, at first with terror.&nbsp; <br><br>"Because you hurt me and tied me up and made me choke.&nbsp; And you scare me!"&nbsp; the frightened child in her cried.<br><br>But she knew his body in her, knew things about him that no one else could know.&nbsp; And now she saw the Escherine labyrinth that he tried to navigate every day, bewildered by its sudden pitfalls and loops, terrified that he would encounter some new beast from without or within, that would demand more than a mind should have to endure.&nbsp; She could see the bones of the man that gave him the intelligence and strength of will to live each day ... and the innate decency to fight against the monsters lurking ... anywhere.&nbsp; She could see the beasts slinking through the dark of his eyes, sly cunning things of unspeakable appetites that he fought day after day for her, getting bruised and scarred and beaten in the process.&nbsp; Sometimes they won a little.&nbsp; Sometimes they won a lot.&nbsp; But mostly, he kept them at bay.<br><br>And she was filled with a terrible pity for this valiant patchwork man.<br><br>&nbsp;"You treat me like a thing."&nbsp; the woman answered softly meeting his gaze.&nbsp; "But I am a person, who needs to eat and wash and wear clothes and do things that have nothing to do with you, that are my things.&nbsp; I have a right to do that."<br><br>Then anger flashed and her voice turned accusing.&nbsp; "You made me change without my permission.&nbsp; I will never be the same.&nbsp; I can never go back to what I was."<br><br>But her eyes were filled with a terrible clarity and something more.&nbsp; "You made me want you.&nbsp; I tried everything I could think of not to want you.&nbsp; But you kept touching me and touching me and you wouldn't stop and I couldn't get away ... "<br><br>Her voice sank to a whisper and she shivered against his wrist.&nbsp; Her dark eyes were soft upon him, begging for understanding.&nbsp; &nbsp;"... and then ... I did not want to get away."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 08:02:08</strong>
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				“I had to make you come with me,” he said, staring straight at her.&nbsp; “If I hurt you, that’s why.”&nbsp; It was all so clear to Mordyn, and he looked at her with an expression that asked why she didn’t understand that. <br><br>“And I had to keep you from trying to run and from screaming,” thus, he seemed to be saying, the gag and the restraints.&nbsp; There was a perfect explanation for everything.&nbsp; All things in their places, all things done in the proper order.&nbsp; Such was the clockwork nature of Mordyn’s mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;What was done had been a means to an end.&nbsp; <br><br>She should, he seemed to be telling her, understand that. <br><br>“I don’t,” he said, and his tone of voice was a complex brew of emotions.&nbsp; He knew he had treated her like a thing, and the first note was guilt.&nbsp; But there was also denial.&nbsp; Hadn’t he fed her? Hadn’t he done everything in his power to make sure she was fine when he realized her illness?&nbsp; Hadn’t he made her moan and shown her ecstasy?&nbsp; How could that be wrong?&nbsp; And there was hurt in his voice. Why was she saying such things to him?&nbsp; Had she forgotten everything else?&nbsp; <br><br>She was not a thing, and Mordyn was now coming into full awareness of the contradictory nature of people.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a messy picture, and it ruined the perfect structure of Mordyn’s life. <br><br>“You can eat and wash,” he said.&nbsp; <br><br>“I have books you can read, and a television and a computer.&nbsp; You can do things without me.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He continued to sound wounded and defensive.&nbsp; <br><br>“I don’t know why you need to though.&nbsp; What do you need that I can’t give you?”&nbsp; He let the question linger in the air as he slowly rose from the bed, and looked down at her. <br><br>“I don’t know why you need clothes either.&nbsp; You’re more beautiful without them.”&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn withdrew further from her, standing in the doorway, symbolically blocking her from the freedoms he implied she had.&nbsp; And he continued to look at her, the shadows in the room now covering his face, keeping his expression from being viewed. <br><br>But the toll of her accusations could be heard in his voice. <br><br>“You made me want you,” he said to her, coming closer, but at a slower pace.&nbsp; “You made me want you, and then I made you want me.&nbsp; And now we want each other. “ <br><br>“But only you think that’s bad.” <br><br>He stood at the foot of the bed, and reached out, his hand closing around her ankle. <br><br>“You’re scared now.&nbsp; But before.&nbsp; What we did? Wasn’t that better than being scared? Wasn’t it better then?” <br><br>Slowly, he moved back onto the bed. <br><br>“When you don’t want to get away, its because you’re happy.&nbsp; Because you’re feeling good.&nbsp; Isn’t it better to listen to what you want when things are good, and not when you’re scared?”<br><br>His body was covering hers again. <br><br>“Let me show you how good it can be again.”&nbsp; <br><br>Still though, there was some reservation in his body. Some part of him that didn’t quite trust Harth would allow it.&nbsp; She’d hurt him now, and he didn’t have the full strength of his convictions any longer. <br><br>But he certainly wanted to get back to what had gone before. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 08:55:40</strong>
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				Some of the poetry about women began to make sense.&nbsp; She was both more and less than he had imagined ... but he wasn't wrong about her.&nbsp; Harth Lakeland needed him.<br><br>His hand closed around her ankle.&nbsp; Subtle signs betrayed her, signs she tried to hide.&nbsp; She spent a great deal of time and energy denying what she wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>Her belly clenched.&nbsp; She wanted him. Her nipples tightened.&nbsp; She wanted him.&nbsp; She bit her lip.&nbsp; Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.&nbsp; Just from his hand circling her ankle ... taking, not asking permission.&nbsp; <br><br>Subtle shifts, subtle tightenings, swellings, smells rubbed against him when he covered her with his body.&nbsp; Her breath caught.<br><br>She wanted him.&nbsp; But again, she tried to deny it, to hide from him.&nbsp; But the hard nubbled evidence pressed into his chest.<br><br>He frightened her, she said.&nbsp; She accused him.&nbsp; He had changed her against her will.&nbsp; He hesitated, sensing the truth of that, pondering the ethics behind it.<br><br>Below him, she squirmed, her skin rubbing against him.&nbsp; <br><br>She was running away from herself.&nbsp; His female had turned rogue and was cutting away from this pride.&nbsp; The alpha knew what to do when his mate did not stay in line.&nbsp; <br><br>It was time to hunt her down, drag her home, take her hard, teach her swift, make her beg.&nbsp; it was time for the howls and the whimpers.&nbsp; Things stirred and licked their chops in the shadows of&nbsp; Mordyn's eyes.<br><br>He thought he had broken through her inhibitions and that was that.<br><br>But women are more complicated convoluted creatures.&nbsp; They grew new inhibitions if left untended.&nbsp; New worries.&nbsp; New denials.&nbsp; They were like rosebushes that needed to be pruned regularly in order to bloom.&nbsp; Flowers.&nbsp; That must be why she liked flowers.<br><br>She was confused.<br><br>She needed straightening out.&nbsp; <br><br>She needed another lesson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 05:30:35</strong>
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				Mordyn was beginning to understand. <br><br>She wanted him.&nbsp; Not kind Mordyn who fed her soup.&nbsp; Yes, she might need nourishment, she might need to be taken care of.&nbsp; But that was not what she <em>wanted</em>.&nbsp; What she wanted was Mordyn as he’d been.<br><br>She wanted the discipline.&nbsp; She wanted the pleasure.&nbsp; She wanted him to be in control. She wanted to let go of the reins and have Mordyn seize them in a tightly clenched fist.&nbsp; That was what she wanted. <br><br>And he wanted it too. <br><br>Her nipples had puckered and turned to hard pebbles when he’d taken hold of her, a detail that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Mordyn.&nbsp; His hand traveled up her belly and he took her nipple in his fingers, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.&nbsp; It remained sensitive from the clamp, and he could see her entire body react as he touched and rolled the tender bit of flesh.&nbsp; His other hand closed over her free breast, treating it the same. <br><br>His cock throbbed as he watched her reaction. <br><br>He growled again, his expression feral. The look of a lion before its jaws open and clamp down on the spine of prey.&nbsp; Unforgiving, unmerciful.&nbsp; Aware that this was the natural order.&nbsp; His role was to dominate, and hers to submit.&nbsp; There was no lamenting, no need to regret.&nbsp; It was natural.&nbsp; This was how it was meant to be. <br><br>Mordyn flipped Harth over, so that she was on her belly. <br><br>His body was over hers, and he put his leg between hers, pushing her legs apart until she was splayed obscenely.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mordyn lifted his body over hers, and slid his hand between her legs, stroking the lips of her sex until the musk flowed.&nbsp; She was making a wet spot in his bed, and he tormented her with his fingers, and then left her in a pool of it, so that she would know.&nbsp; That she understood the same things he did. <br><br>“Listen,” he hissed, his hand sliding away from her cunt.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“There will be no more talk of going outside,” and his hand drew back, and he spanked her, his hand moving across her ass like a paintbrush.&nbsp; Hard enough to leave a sting. <br><br>“No more questioning me.” <br><br>SPANK!<br><br>“You may ask, nicely, for things.” <br><br>SPANK!<br><br>“But you will abide by my rules and my decisions.” <br><br>SPANK!<br><br>“You will go outside and see the sun and have flowers and all those other things when&nbsp; you earn it from me.” <br><br>SPANK!<br><br>“And when I allow it.” <br><br>SPANK!<br><br>His hand hurt now, stung from the open handed slaps to her round cheeks.&nbsp; He could see that they were red and swollen, and the sight pleased him.&nbsp; <br><br>“Do you understand?” He asked, his voice again demanding an answer.&nbsp; An answer in the affirmative. <br><br>But Mordyn was cruel only so that she understood her place.&nbsp; She had to understand that he had the authority.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He could also show her pleasure.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As she was about to remember. <br><br>He flipped her over, onto her back once more, and looked down at her.&nbsp; By the way he looked at her, she could tell he still lusted for her.&nbsp; That to him, Harth Lakeland was the world’s most beautiful woman, a perfect creation.&nbsp; &nbsp;A grin crossed Mordyn’s lips as he looked down at her, falling to his belly, his arms going underneath her legs. <br><br>He bent his head, and kissed her nipples, one after the other.&nbsp; Then put his mouth between her breasts, and let his tongue slide down until his mouth was over her navel.&nbsp; His tongue circled her belly button slowly as his arms lifted her legs, so that her knees were bent over his shoulder. <br><br>He looked up at her again, his head framed by her thighs, his dark eyes looking into her face between her erect nipples. <br><br>His head dipped lower. <br><br>His mouth traveled over her pubic mound and lower still, tongue trailing into her pudenal cleft, until his mouth covered her clitoris.&nbsp; Still looking at her, he began to suck on her clitoris, pulling it into his mouth, tongue flicking at it from inside.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did this until he could feel her bucking and going wild. <br><br>Then his mouth traveled lower. <br><br>His arms supported her legs, tilting her hips to meet his mouth.&nbsp; His mouth covered her vagina, and he let his hot, wet tongue slide inside of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mordyn tasted her from the inside, using his tongue, moving his head, doing everything he could to make her explode.&nbsp; <br><br>He pleasured her for the same reason he’d disciplined her. Because she had to learn.&nbsp; She had to learn something important: <br><br>So long as he was in control, she would know pleasures previously undreamt of. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 15:39:38</strong>
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				Mordyn was not quite right in his understanding of Harth Lakeland.&nbsp; <br><br>She was an intelligent woman.&nbsp; Problems were approached objectively, logically, using instruments and machines and research.&nbsp; She was a dispassionate researcher, capable of correctly analyzing even her own work, finding the flaws in it with an austere zest, correcting them with a spartan satisfaction.&nbsp; &nbsp;In that, Harth and Mordyn had a great deal in common.&nbsp; <br><br>She was a civilized woman.&nbsp; A chaste woman.&nbsp; A lifetime of modest behavior shaped her neural connections to permit sedate passions bestowed with gentle ardor on well-behaved men who appealed to her aesthetics of wit and charm and intelligence.&nbsp; She had reserved tea room romances.&nbsp; Cool encounters, mildly thrilling, pleasant and politely completed ... and then forgotten.&nbsp; Mordyn had watched the prim woman for weeks.&nbsp; His lip had curled into a superior sneer.&nbsp; He knew what she wanted when she did not even know such cravings could exist.&nbsp; He would teach her.<br><br>She was a kindly woman.&nbsp; When Mordyn had shown his bewilderment to her, when he had asked his dangerous childlike questions, when his confidence began to wane, she had <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>pitied him</em></span>, dropping a slightly superior and contemptuous warmth onto his psyche like she might drop a dollar bill into a wino's cup.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>She would pay for that.</em></span><br><br>A cool intelligent woman.&nbsp; A prim chaste woman.&nbsp; A polite civilized woman.&nbsp; A fierce joy suffused him.&nbsp; The thrill of the hunt.<br><br>But Mordyn was wrong about her.&nbsp; She did not want him to dominate her, she was not really submissive. But she would submit. She did not want him to control her.&nbsp; But she would be controlled, she would beg to be controlled.&nbsp; She did not want him to discipline her.&nbsp; But she would be disciplined and she would be grateful to him for it.<br><br>She wanted to feel.&nbsp; She wanted to explode with pleasure so rapturous that no civilized thought remained.&nbsp; And so she would.&nbsp; But she would never achieve it alone.<br><br>All of her upbringing fought against anything as raw and primal and unreasonable as the jungle lust that Mordyn demanded.&nbsp; He had to control everything to give her what she craved.&nbsp; <br><br>And he knew she craved it. <br><br>Knew it as surely as if she had gotten down on her knees and kissed his feet and begged for it.&nbsp; <br><br>Knew it as surely as if she had raised her swollen wet haunches to him and howled, clenching and unclenching her ass to make her nether lips kiss.<br><br>She would never permit herself the kind of pleasure Mordyn demanded from her.&nbsp; He would have to her conquer her for it.&nbsp; Conquer her completely. She must give him her unconditional surrender. She must be brought to the state where she could deny him nothing.<br><br>And he understood one thing completely right.&nbsp; She could not be allowed to think if she was to know the pleasure she so desperately needed.&nbsp; So desperately deserved.<br><br>Mordyn's look as he gripped her ankle, alarmed her ... and thrilled her.&nbsp; His uncertainty dropped away.<br><br>But she wasn't afraid.&nbsp; She knew what was coming and her body was already beginning to respond.&nbsp; She would play along.&nbsp; Bide her time.&nbsp; (And let him pull those guilty little pleasures from her against her will).&nbsp; She was back on her plan.&nbsp; A smile flitted across her face as he covered her.&nbsp; She knew what was coming.&nbsp; <br><br>She was so wrong.<br><br>Mordyn's fingers on her nipples shocked her with their carnal warning and she gasped.&nbsp; There was nothing childlike about him now.&nbsp; This was a mans touch.&nbsp; He toyed with her ruckled nipples as if he owned them.&nbsp; There was no hesitation.&nbsp; No uncertainty.&nbsp; This was a male's touch.&nbsp; He toyed with that tender feminine flesh hard enough to remind her of clamps and power and chains in her teeth.&nbsp; This was a master's touch.&nbsp; He toyed with them gently enough to make them pebble in his fingers like a damned woman's should when her master demanded her pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;It was Harth who became uncertain now.&nbsp; Her body tensed with it.&nbsp; And in this uncertainty, her flesh began to take over her mind.<br><br>Mordyn had become the hunter of Harth's desire.&nbsp; He did not give her time to think.&nbsp; He did not give her time to rest.&nbsp; He harried her with sensations that were like shotgun blasts surrounding a doe until all she could do was stand still in the glade, trembling, while the hunter stalked relentlessly towards her.<br><br>He flipped her over, splayed her legs apart with his and stood there watching as her fingers curled in the sheets in dismay at her exposure.&nbsp; His eyes burned her with their merciless gaze.&nbsp; He watched as her shoulders cringed with shame, and his lip curled in contempt.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>She had not begun to know shame.</em></span> Sneered as her buttocks clenched protectively.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>There was no protection for her.</em></span>&nbsp; &nbsp;Watched as her superior warmth faded into uncertain heat.&nbsp; That was better.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Tremble little doe.</em></span><br><br>He would make certain of her heat.&nbsp; His hand snaked in between her legs, sure in its skill and demanding in its invasion.&nbsp; She would feel.&nbsp; <br><br>His fingers stroked and she began to pull on the sheets.&nbsp; His thumb rubbed and her ass began to sway.&nbsp; His knuckles buffed and she moaned.&nbsp; He demanded more in braille against her folds, and she writhed, pulling the sheets now from their tight hospital corners.&nbsp; She writhed, waving her firm little ass in the air before his eyes.&nbsp; He could smell the heady perfume of her lust.&nbsp; And wanted more.<br><br>She was crying out things.&nbsp; Begging things.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Please Sir."</em></span>&nbsp; Sweet ladylike sounds.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Please Sir, help me!"</em></span> Better. <br><br>He listened to her whimpers when his touch created an intensity was so great that she could not help herself.&nbsp; He did those again.&nbsp; And again. And again ... until she was screaming, <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Please Sir FUCK ME!"</em></span> until her need was so great that she pleaded shamelessly for release ... many, many times.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!</em></span>&nbsp; Little ladylike Harth with a man's fist in her cunt.&nbsp; Little ladylike Harth begging to be fucked.&nbsp; Begging for more.&nbsp; Begging him.<br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>SLAP!</strong></em></span> The shock of his spank made her scream and her buttocks jiggled and turned pink.&nbsp; He commanded.&nbsp; And she would obey. <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Yes!"</em></span> she moaned as the sting spread forward to titillate her swollen cunt with tiny little shards of pleasure.<br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>SLAP!</em></span> She cried out again, desperate to agree with him, the stings merging, driving down with frenzied tingles deep into her body.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Yes Sir!"</em></span>&nbsp; Sweet sweet sounds.<br><br>SLAP! It would be so.&nbsp; Her agreement was a rosy bloom on her ass.<br><br><em>SLAP!</em> It will be so.&nbsp; She nodded and whimpered "Yes! Yes! Yes!"&nbsp; Pretty pink ass jiggling and tightening and rippling with shock and a pleasure so dark she was afraid of it.<br><br><em><strong>SLAP!</strong></em> "YES MASTER!" she screamed. Because he was.<br><br>He flipped her over then and his mouth was on her, shocking her again. <br><br>She screamed and his tongue hounded her to madness.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>She had found his true name.</em></span><br><br>He had to hold her down while he lapped her to frenzy.&nbsp; To his delight, she bucked hard.&nbsp; Not prim little bucks.&nbsp; Not ladylike little Harth bucks.&nbsp; She heaved her needy little body in great animal bucks.&nbsp; Slut bucks.&nbsp; He had broken through.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>She knew what she was now.</em></span><br><br>Mordyn had to curl his arms around her thighs to keep her still enough to suck. And suck. And suck. And suck.&nbsp; His fingers had to dig&nbsp; into her flesh to let his tongue lash her beyond pleasure.&nbsp; What gutteral sounds were torn from those pretty prissy lips.&nbsp; She had pulled out the sheets to the bare mattress and were twisting them in her need.&nbsp; Cunt needs.&nbsp; <br><br>Little ladylike Harth was screaming and whimpering, her body heaving, stinking of musk, crying and sobbing and calling him <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Master"</em></span> while her juices ran down her thighs.&nbsp; She made little yipping noises like a dog and moaned <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Master!"</em></span> while she took her own hands and twisted her nipples herself to try to gain her release.&nbsp; She begged him.&nbsp; God how she begged him, her voice gutteral and raw in her fuck voice.<br><br>He would look up above her clenching belly and jiggling breasts to see the veins of her neck standing out exposed, her mouth agape, her eyes staring sightlessly.&nbsp; Little ladylike Harth.&nbsp; Exposed.<br><br>He sucked her hard and destroyed her.&nbsp; She exploded around him screaming <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>MASTER MASTER MASTER MASTER<br></strong></em></span><br>And each time she screamed his true name, he suckled more, until she was incapable of speech.&nbsp; Until she was incapable of thought.&nbsp; Until he had torn every scintilla of pleasure from her body and her mind.<br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Master.&nbsp; </strong></em></span><br><br>She had found his true name and would hear it in her mind forever.&nbsp; <br><br>And with it ...&nbsp; <br><br>She had found her true place and would know it in her body forever.<br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>His.</em></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 02:37:21</strong>
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				<strong><em>Master</em></strong><br><br>The word burned itself into his brain.&nbsp; When he heard the word, Mordyn knew who he was.&nbsp; His complaints and doubts faded.&nbsp; His resolved strengthened.&nbsp; She was right.&nbsp; That was who he was.&nbsp; <br><br><strong><em>Master</em></strong><br><br>Mordyn’s blood felt molten in his veins.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had named him Master, and she’d been right.&nbsp; His hands clutched her thighs tightly, his fingers leaving red indentations on her ass as he held her still enough that he could ravish her with his mouth and tongue.&nbsp; She thrashed beneath him, thrashed because of the pleasure she was feeling.&nbsp; <br><br>He answered her screams and pleas with more pleasure.&nbsp; Punishing Harth again, only this time with pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn lifted his head and looked down at her.&nbsp; There was a feral grin on his lips as he wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand.&nbsp; He’d heard her guttural moaning, and more importantly, heard the truth in her need. <br><br>Perhaps she did not want his dominance.&nbsp; But she needed it.&nbsp; He could see that in her eyes. <br><br>“One more,” he said to her, and he pushed his hand between her legs.&nbsp; He ignored any resistance she might offer, as two of his fingers slipped inside her dripping slit.&nbsp; Mordyn turned his hand so that his palm was upwards, and his fingers moved forward, making come-hither crooking motions, as he pleasured her again.&nbsp; His hand bent so that his thumb could cover her clitoris, tormenting the nub until pleasure was once again coaxed from it. <br><br>His other hand came to rest over her stomach, pushing down on it, even as the fingers inside of her lifted up and stroked. <br><br>He did not stop until she was trembling helplessly. <br><br>Mordyn slid his fingers from Harth, dragging them across her sweat soaked belly to clean them, and then moved from the bed. <br><br>“Here,” he said, his fingers snapping loudly, pointing to the floor.&nbsp; When she stood before him, he nodded, pleased by her obedience. <br><br>“Lift your hair up,” his voice was raspy. He sounded like a man who had been gargling razor blades.&nbsp; When she complied, her throat bare, Mordyn opened a drawer and pulled out a ribbon. <br><br>It was a simple thing.&nbsp; A thin band of velvet, entirely unadorned.&nbsp; But as he put it around her neck and tied it at the nape, it took on significance.&nbsp; She would wear this ribbon as a choker, tight around her throat.&nbsp; A constant constriction.&nbsp; A reminder that she was under the yoke of another.&nbsp; That her breath, the most essential thing to life, was now in the hands of another. <br><br>“Wear this,” he said behind her, his fingers trailing down her back. She would hate it, he knew.&nbsp; She would hate it the same way she hated the gag.&nbsp; But she would wear it.<br><br><em> Because he had commanded it.</em><br><br>Mordyn took Harth by the wrist, pulling her forward, until she was standing before a chair.&nbsp; His hands went to her shoulders, and he pushed her down into the chair.&nbsp; Mordyn molded her, his hand on her back forcing her to thrust her chest out, so that her breasts were prominent.&nbsp; He put his hands on her knees and splayed her legs, his eyes not missing the detail of the wet folds of her cunt, swollen and tender from so much use.&nbsp; Her clitoris stood out, prominent, begging for more attention. <br><br>“Sit there,” he said to her, “and do not move.&nbsp; I have to decide how you’ll pleasure me.” <br><br>Mordyn took several steps back, and then stood before Harth, looking down at her seated, naked body.&nbsp; He was staring at her, peeling away every layer of psychological defense with his dark eyes. <br><br>He did not touch her except with his gaze.&nbsp; But that gaze was penetrating.&nbsp; He could see into the depths of her being.&nbsp; And what he wanted to see was how she would react to such scrutiny. What would she do, now that every layer of protection was gone?&nbsp; Now that she was revealed as Woman, as primordial, without the pretense of civilization and propriety?&nbsp; He wanted to see her squirm as she thought about all the ways that he could fuck her. <br><br>Finally, he reached out, putting his thumb just above her right nipple.&nbsp; His thumb began to circle the nipple, and he delighted in the way her body reacted to his touch.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was almost instinctual now, the way her body yearned for him.&nbsp; &nbsp;His head nodded, and he seemed like a judge passing sentence. <br><br>“Get on the floor,” he said to her. <br><br>“On your hands and knees.&nbsp; And lift your ass high.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 06:26:20</strong>
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				He touched her, chasing down her desire as if it were a doe fleeing a wolf.<br><br>In her mind, she was running, legs churning frantically, blood pumping, sweat rolling down her body, her breath coming in heaving gasps as she struggled to take in enough oxygen to run.&nbsp; Her body was being possessed.&nbsp; She had to run.<br><br>Suddenly he was upon her, she could feel his hot breath on her neck, adrenaline surged.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Master"</em></strong> she had screamed and he thrust fingers or tongue or thumb into her and she came to him again, came to his power, came to his thrall.&nbsp; He took some more of her carefully groomed ego away each time she came to him. <br><br>She tried to run again, tried to escape the carnal beckon of his fingers.&nbsp; But they were inside her, beckoning from within, <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Come Harth, come Harth, cum Harth, cum ... cum ... cum." </em></span> Each time, he ensorcelled her anew, holding her in thrall by touching nerves that would fire as he commanded ...&nbsp; and he commanded raw craven things beyond her control to resist.&nbsp; <br><br>Each time he pleasured her to the breaking point and then beyond.&nbsp; She began to cry for mercy.&nbsp; She promised him anything.&nbsp; He had laughed.&nbsp; He already possessed everything she had.&nbsp; Mercy, she begged, mercy.<br><br>The man who tormented her with pleasure was not now a merciful man.&nbsp; Something suffused him.&nbsp; He was feeding on her, with each climax he demanded from her, she grew weaker.&nbsp; And he ... he grew more powerful.<br><br>Sobbing, trembling, no longer strong enough to make her own limbs obey her, the man finally withdrew from her.&nbsp; She stunk of her own cum, stunk of the juices of her own lust, stunk of her shameful need.&nbsp; It was all she could smell.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Here,” he said, his fingers snapping loudly, pointing to the floor.&nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>She flinched at the snap as if it had been the lash of a whip, but she moved,&nbsp; in slow motion to be sure, her limbs leaden, weak, but she moved. He had stopped touching her and now she had time to realize.&nbsp; The woman who had been Harth sobbed at what he had done ... and what she had let him do.&nbsp; She wanted oblivion.<br><br>But she did not dare disobey him.&nbsp; Her mind skittered away from the thought of disobeying him.&nbsp; It had become her new sin.<br><br>Harth's slow movements were curiously graceful, like an underwater ballet.&nbsp; There was no tension left in her body.&nbsp; Until his voice, that terrible voice commanded her to lift her hair.&nbsp; <br><br>Slender trembling arms struggled with the weight of themselves, but she managed to raise her sweat drenched waves, her eyes avoiding his.&nbsp; She could not look into his eyes.&nbsp; He intimidated her beyond her last reserves of courage.&nbsp; She stood with her hands in her hair, her thighs sticky with her nectar.&nbsp; <br><br>When she felt the delicate weight of the ribbon around her neck, her eyes flew open, silently begging him not to circle her throat with the ribbon.&nbsp; All her fears of choking returned, but they were muted now by his command.&nbsp; She would endure.&nbsp; There was no choice.&nbsp; <br><br>He tied the ribbon and she tried to swallow, gagging and gasping, her chin quivering with fright.&nbsp; She was strangling.&nbsp; She would die.&nbsp; But even that fear was muted, overwhelmed by another, greater fear.&nbsp; He had commanded.&nbsp; She would obey.<br><br>Harth remained standing, her hands in her hair, for an eternity.&nbsp; He had not told her to lower her arms.&nbsp; Her mind was curiously blank.&nbsp; He was the only thing in it and she could not look at him.&nbsp; <br><br>Until he displayed her.&nbsp; Suddenly she could feel herself, feel her body under the weight of his eyes.&nbsp; She could feel how small she was next to him, how slender, how weak, how ... feminine.&nbsp; Never had the difference between a man and a woman become so clear to her.&nbsp; She was aware how each breath made her breasts rise and fall, his gaze on them making her breathe faster, lifting and lowering and jiggling the rounded flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>When his eyes grazed her most intimate, most private, most delicate flesh, thrown into helpless relief by legs obscenely splayed, she whimpered, nether lips closing in a futile attempt to protect the sensitive skin.&nbsp; Her clitoris throbbed, erect and engorged and swollen.&nbsp; His gaze burned her and tears leaked silently from the corners of her eyes to fall down her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>She was afraid of him.&nbsp; No one had ever been this afraid of him. His power over her was like a narcotic.&nbsp; He could see his power in the lift of her brows, in the slightly parted lips, in the way she flinched each time he shifted his position.&nbsp; <br><br>His gaze was predatory as it wandered her body.&nbsp; Everywhere his eyes touched, her flesh rippled, cringing, as if his nails were gliding over that exact spot, causing it to quiver.&nbsp; <br><br>He had told her not to move, but his stare made her clench and unclench her quim, made her try to shield her breasts or clit or nipples with tiny turns, tiny curls, small involuntary movements, that did nothing but tell him she felt him and she was preternaturally aware of him.&nbsp; <br><br>He had ordered her not to move, but she was too weak to obey him completely.&nbsp; She was only a woman.&nbsp; But she tried so hard.<br><br>He approached her and now she shuddered, she had failed to remain still, she had failed him.&nbsp; Failed.&nbsp; Harth averted her eyes.&nbsp; She could feel the electricity of his lust crackling on her skin.&nbsp; He touched her breast and she jumped, pulling back, then realizing her profound error, quickly thrusting her breasts towards him again, higher than before, in hope of appeasement.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Get on the floor,” he said to her. <br><br>“On your hands and knees.&nbsp; And lift your ass high.”&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>With a soft moan, she slid down to the floor at his feet without standing.&nbsp; Slowly, the ribbon choking her, she lowered her arms from her hair and bent her head down to the floor.&nbsp; A terrible battle ensued within her, but she could feel her body tingle in anticipation ... <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>what had she become?</em></span> ... but the answer no longer mattered.&nbsp; He had commanded.&nbsp; Obediently, she lifted her tingling backside and presented her wet swollen red haunches to him, fecund as a bitch in heat humbly offering her body to relieve the alpha's lust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 07:09:41</strong>
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				Mordyn stood behind Harth, and exhaled loudly.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked down at the woman, displaying herself in animalistic fashion.&nbsp; Bitch in heat... yes, that was exactly right.&nbsp; Overwhelmed by biology, and by the truth of her nature.&nbsp; Stripped of every pretense, every falsity.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were both now in their true states.<br><br>He the master, she his bitch. <br><br>Mordyn did not simply attack her body though.&nbsp; He drew the moment out, letting out another breath.&nbsp; His foot slid between her ankles, casually sweeping from side to side, to make her legs spread further, her display more obscene.&nbsp; She could hide nothing from him.&nbsp; He’d seen her from every angle. <br><br>No sense in pretending otherwise. <br><br>The button at the top of his pants came undone, and then Mordyn took hold of the zipper’s slider.&nbsp; His hand was lazy in bringing it down, the slider freeing the clenched teeth of the zipper one pair at a time.&nbsp; Their breathing, their panting, the only sound accompanying the sound of the slider’s descent. <br><br>Finally, his fly was open, and Mordyn quickly discarded his pants and underwear.&nbsp; They were tossed aside, though not casually, their chosen trajectory making them land close to Harth’s face.&nbsp; A reminder of what was to come. <br><br>Mordyn let out a low, growling moan as his cock throbbed, a pulse making it move through the air as he looked down at his prize. <br><br>He came down to his knees behind Harth, and moved closer.&nbsp; He laid his cock, still throbbing and pulsing, over the swollen cheek of her ass.&nbsp; Her haunches remained red from the spanking, and her body’s involuntary reactions pleased him.&nbsp; He moved his hips so that his cock slid down the curve of flesh, clear droplets of pre-cum dripping onto her red backside. <br><br>“Listen to me,” Mordyn said, as he took his rod in hand, and guided it between the wet folds of Harth’s sex.&nbsp; Before he made his point, his hips thrust forward, and he was buried deep inside of her again. <br><br>Where he belonged. <br><br>“This is for me,” he said to her, and leaned over her body, clamping a hand over her mouth.&nbsp; “Not for you.&nbsp; I let you have yours.&nbsp; Now, you owe me mine.”&nbsp; &nbsp;The language of control.&nbsp; He could give things to her when it suited him.&nbsp; But Harth? Harth she had obligations.&nbsp; <br><br>And she had to pay what she owed. <br><br>What came next was a show of his control.&nbsp; &nbsp;He kept his hand over her mouth, muting Harth, silencing any pleas she might make.&nbsp; She was a vessel, a tool and her purpose was to plead him, not to think or speak about herself.&nbsp; He took her voice away, because right now, she owed him, and he would not listen to her wants. <br><br>But with his other hand, he pushed her to the edge.&nbsp; As the continued to her, thrusting in deep, his hips colliding with her backside, his body demanding that she push back against him, that she use her inner walls to milk his cock into climax, his other hand toyed with her clitoris, pushing her towards a climax he had no intention of allowing her. <br><br>He was by now well schooled in Harth’s body.&nbsp; He knew how to play it, to bring out the notes he wanted.&nbsp; He would push her towards pleasure, and just when she was at the edge, his fingers would stop, denying it to her. <br><br>Because he was the only one who was climaxing now. <br><br>He had always been a man who craved control over life.&nbsp; And now, that desire extended to Harth. She was his, and he mastered her.&nbsp; Mordyn continued this, continued to take his pleasure and deny it to her, silencing her, denying her the chance to protest or beg for mercy, until the shudders of orgasm began to wrack his body.&nbsp; <br><br>Mordyn emptied himself into her, his hand falling off her mouth when he was finished.&nbsp; He slipped from her, and then moved towards the bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was a comforter on the bed, along with two pillows.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mordyn pulled off the comforter and placed it on the floor, along with one of the pillows. <br><br>“You need rest,” he told her.&nbsp; But even that was a command, rather than an offer.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You may sleep here.”&nbsp; <br><br>“But,” his tone was harsh, his expression severe, “if I wake to find you’ve moved.&nbsp; Then you will be punished.” <br><br>“I expect you to behave.&nbsp; And I am certain you have an idea of the consequences if you do not.” <br><br>“Tomorrow, after you’ve eaten, we will discuss the rest of the rules.”&nbsp; &nbsp; She needed food and rest, and he was allowing her these things.&nbsp; <br><br>But still, she was his.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 16:50:41</strong>
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				Her body quivered in anticipation.<br><br>Her mind roiled.<br><br>Each sound became distinct and profound, fraught with intense meaning in the too silent room.&nbsp; Mordyn's soundproofing had a second effect.&nbsp; There were no competing noises to distract her attention.&nbsp; <br><br>The only sounds in the room were made by them.&nbsp; Her breath.&nbsp; His movements.&nbsp; He was all the sounds of the living universe.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was immense in his importance to her.&nbsp; <br><br>She strained to hear him, alert with adrenaline soaked attention, sensitive even to the rasp of his fingers as he rubbed the stubble on his chin.<br><br>His breathing changed as he studied her and she tensed.&nbsp; She could hear the tell-tale shudder of his breath.&nbsp; He wanted more.&nbsp; He would always want more.&nbsp; And he wanted her to know it.<br><br>His foot pressed against the inside of her knee opening her wider to his possessive gaze.&nbsp; There was a shushing of carpet as the sole of his foot swept across the floor to push the other knee aside.&nbsp; Her legs were spread further and she yearned to cover herself, to hide.&nbsp; The ribbon choked her, making her dizzy, stealing her oxygen, making her gibber in panic and she began to tremble.<br><br>With each hidden secret he revealed, she seemed to grow new depths for him to plumb.<br><br>It was the sound of a zipper being slowly pulled down that stilled her.&nbsp; She could almost feel his cock straining against as if she lived in the fabric of his pants.&nbsp; <br><br>To her dismay, her womb clenched eagerly, her bulbs began filling again with blood, tightly cuffing the vestibule leading inward to the core of her womanhood.&nbsp; He would have to push through those plump sentinels and feel them give way to his hard invading cock.&nbsp; The zipper sizzled slowly downward.<br><br>In her helpless display, Mordyn could see the her vagina close tightly from her womb's contraction, then open again with little flutters of labial ruffles, her vulva beginning to expand outward as if reaching for him.&nbsp; All things beyond Harth's control.&nbsp; All things in his.&nbsp; <br><br>Her soft pink flesh resembled an orchid that was blooming just for him.&nbsp; The zipper hissed ... then stopped.<br><br>Her womb clenched again, blood plumped the petals and folds of her sex.&nbsp; She startled, a small cry escaping her when his clothes fell near her head.&nbsp; Her womb clenched again, causing all that was female in her to flutter and plump and glisten and tighten.&nbsp; She was his.<br><br>Harth's breathing came shallow and fast, her ass shifting slightly, knowing he would take her soon.&nbsp; Anticipation tickled her glands, and her traitorous body greeted him like a conquering hero, offering him her honey to ease his invasion into her being.<br><br>His cock slid down her ass and she tensed.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Listen to me,” Mordyn said and buried himself deep within her.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Something incomprehensible happened to her then.&nbsp; <br><br>She could feel him.&nbsp; Not just his cock in her, but his need, his strength, his intelligence, his madness, his commitment to the keeping of her.&nbsp; In a sudden burst of clarity, she apprehended his being, and for the first time in her life, she was not alone.&nbsp; <br><br>It is said that two things cannot occupy the same place at the same time, but the act of sexual penetration comes as close as mortals can to that profound communion.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“This is for me,” he said to her, and leaned over her body, clamping a hand over her mouth.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Yes" she whispered into his fingers.&nbsp; But she did not need to speak, her welcoming body told him what she wanted to say.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>I am yours as no one has been before or will be again.&nbsp; </em></span><br><br>His cock thrust deeper and his hands anointed her with desire, from peak to valley, from hillock to mound, pushing her to wanting more, always more, ever more, of his dark carnal grace.&nbsp; <br><br>Within her, he could feel subtle nuances of each touch he laid on her.&nbsp; This one made her press her ass tighter against him.&nbsp; That one made her hips circle and roll around his flesh.&nbsp; This one made her womb clench and clench and clench, contracting around him, trying to hold him in deeper.&nbsp; That one made her moan.<br><br>But through it all, he could feel her deep awareness of him inside her, of the separate being she called Master inside her chaste body, because she had no other name for him.&nbsp; He knew her, as no one had before, nor would again.&nbsp; As she knew him.<br><br>And with her body, she welcomed him.&nbsp; Her mind succumbing to him.&nbsp; Her heart yearning for him.&nbsp; With graceful surrender, she offered her flesh to him, trembling at the edge of a bliss whose completion he would withhold so she would know him in rapture.&nbsp; She would feel him cum within her, feel his ecstasy.&nbsp; Her body was tender and succulent around him.&nbsp; Her tissues swelled tighter as if they would never let him go and he had to thrust harder to escape their slick imprisonment.&nbsp; <br><br>She cried out in joy when he came, a hosannah of exaltation filling his hand with the sound of her voice.&nbsp; &nbsp;And when his body's need was spent, hers were still swollen with desire for him, and pillowed him with throbbing warmth.&nbsp; Harth.&nbsp; So she was.<br><br>Even so, he could feel her dangerous fatigue.&nbsp; So many things had happened to his Harth.&nbsp; Too many things for her frail body to contend.<br><br>When he left her body, she collapsed, and felt strangely bereft, as if she had lost something precious, something that completed her.&nbsp; Something without which she was only half alive.<br><br>But exhaustion claimed her, even as he commanded her.&nbsp; She nodded slightly to indicate that she had heard his warnings.&nbsp; There would be no excuse for disobedience.&nbsp; She understood.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“But,” his tone was harsh, his expression severe, “if I wake to find you’ve moved.&nbsp; Then you will be punished.” </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Yes" she whispered and crawled onto the quilt, pulling it tight around her, wrapping herself in its soft cocoon, understanding the gift of the pillow and holding it to her chest for comfort.<br><br>She fell into a dreamless sleep, for how long, she did not know.&nbsp; But when she awoke, she was aware of his presence in the room.&nbsp; There was a faint glow from a nightlight in the hall and she saw that he slept naked and without a quilt to cover him.<br><br>Harth rose to her feet, taking the quilt from around her body and laying it gently over his sleeping form.<br><br>And, then, heedless of the consequences, she crept into his bed and carefully nestled against him.<br><br>Because she had been torn asunder in a night that was long and forever dark, and he had covered her exposed and vulnerable flesh with his own.<br><br>The lost woman was naked in the shadows of this strange place ... and achingly lonely for the warmth of the only human being she would ever truly know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 02:34:46</strong>
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				Mordyn was enjoying the first sound, undisturbed sleep he could ever remember. <br><br>For once, his dreams were not haunted.&nbsp; For once, he did not wake up every hour and then spend the next twenty minutes tossing and turning until sleep overcame him again.&nbsp; Now that he had Harth, he had peace. <br><br>He woke up only once, and that was when Harth entered his bed.&nbsp; There was a low grunt that passed his lips.&nbsp; Not out of anger, but because he’d been roused from a deep slumber.&nbsp; A sleepy eye opened, and Mordyn did the unexpected. <br><br>His body stretched out, and his arms opened, welcoming Harth’s body next to his own. <br><br>Mordyn was not a monster.&nbsp; He was far more complex than that.&nbsp; He was a human, and had human needs, even if those needs were often expressed in an alien, unknowable fashion.&nbsp; The warm, naked body of Harth, beautiful in its vulnerability, stirred something deep within him.&nbsp; He’d wanted her, and here she was, coming to him, reaching through the darkness to make a connection. <br><br>How could he refuse such a thing?<br><br>His arm went over Harth’s as she positioned herself, back to his chest.&nbsp; He held on to her fiercely, his hand covering her breast, his leg thrown over hers.&nbsp; He exhaled a hot breath into the nape of her neck and settled back into sleep. <br><br>She could be safe and secure, here in the embrace of her arms.&nbsp; There would be more intensity tomorrow.&nbsp; He would push her body to the limits, make her explore the depths of her need.&nbsp; But tonight, she could make an intimate connection with him. <br><br>He was her master, and he would allow this. <br><br>When morning came, Mordyn lifted his head, and brushed the hair from Harth’s face.&nbsp; He leaned over, kissing the side of her face, his hand squeezing and kneading her breast until she came awake. <br><br>When she did, he slowly untied the ribbon at the back of her neck, freeing her, for now, from the choker. <br><br>“The shower is yours,” he said to her.&nbsp; “You’ll find soap and shampoo, as well as a towel, there.”&nbsp; He had no tub.&nbsp; Such a luxury had never been among his necessities. Hot water and soap were enough for the dark haired man. <br><br>Mordyn allowed her to close the door, giving Harth her first taste of privacy since her taking.&nbsp; But he did not leave the room.&nbsp; She’d be able to see the shadow of his feet at the bottom of the door, as he waited for her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Turn around,” he said to her as she emerged, the black ribbon in his hand.&nbsp; It went back to its place around her throat.&nbsp; When the ribbon was tied, his hands slid down her body, cupping her breasts, sliding over her belly, stroking the jewel atop her sex.&nbsp; But the touches were light, brief preludes to what was to come. <br><br>“You need to eat,” he said to her, and he left the room, expecting her to follow him down the stairs, into the kitchen. <br><br>Breakfast was a simple affair.&nbsp; Juice, toast, bacon, eggs, fruit.&nbsp; The basic staples.&nbsp; It was surprisingly prosaic, given the extraordinary circumstances of Harth’s pairing with Mordyn. <br><br>When she was finished eating, however, Mordyn shattered the domestic tranquility with his next command.&nbsp; <br><br>Laying a phone down in front of Harth, he stood behind her, giving her orders. <br><br>“Call your work, and tell them you are sick.&nbsp; And that you expect to be out for the next few days.” <br><br>He stood behind her, to watch what numbers she dialed.&nbsp; He knew the number to her lab, and he would know if she tried any duplicity.&nbsp; &nbsp;He expected her to lie to her coworkers.<br><br>But he would not allow her to lie to him. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 06:30:28</strong>
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				She slept gentle in his arms, finally falling deeply asleep, her mouth pouting slightly in slumber.<br><br>Through her sleep, his touch aroused her and she stirred, her warm round backside rubbing against him.&nbsp; When she woke, her nipple was already tight and eager against his palm.&nbsp; <br><br>To her surprise, he untied the ribbon and she let out an explosive breath, her hand going to rub the faint redness around her throat.&nbsp; "Thank you," she whispered. "thank you, thank you." A shudder passed through her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“The shower is yours,” he said to her.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She snapped her head around to look at him to see if he meant it, and then rose quickly and padded her naked body into the bathroom before he changed his mind.<br><br>There was no mirror in the shower.&nbsp; Something she found odd, and for which she was profoundly grateful.&nbsp; Harth did not think she could face herself in the mirror alone.&nbsp; There would be too many devastating truths in her face.<br><br>To be clean was luxurious and sensuous, the shower a sybaritic delight as it sluiced warm water down her manhandled curves.&nbsp; She sobbed in the catharsis of being clean, the sheer normalcy of a shower jarring her.&nbsp; It was surreal.&nbsp; Tentatively, she touched her body, discovering that it was exquisitely sensitive, the caress of soap, the glide of washing, beautiful and right and healing.&nbsp; Every act had become erotic.<br><br>Aware of Mordyn waiting, Harth did not dare to linger.&nbsp; <br><br>She towel dried her hair freshly washed hair enough that it did not drip, wrapped the towel in a sarong around her, and stepped outside. <br><br>Mordyn snatched the towel from her body as soon as he saw it, his face implacable as she cringed and stammered an apology.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her breath caught and her shoulders hunched as he tied the ribbon in place again, her whole body taut in mute protest, her face showing its distress, but he did not stop.&nbsp; However, Mordyn tied the pretty choker slightly looser than before.&nbsp; "Thank you," she said softly.<br><br>At his command to eat, Harth followed Mordyn downstairs and sat at the table.<br><br>She was starving.&nbsp; However, as he watched, a blush crept down her cheeks, down her throat, down her breasts, fading slightly below her belly button.&nbsp; She had never eaten naked and she was acutely embarrassed by it. <br><br>Harth tried for nonchalance by reaching for her juice, but she choked on the first sip.&nbsp; The smell was ambroisal but ... she was naked at the dinner table.&nbsp; This was so far outside her comfort zone that it had never occurred to her that such a thing was possible. <br><br>Coupled with Mordyn's stern frown, eventually hunger won over dignity and she slowly ate the simple but delicious breakfast.&nbsp; She was unable to meet Mordyn's gaze as she did and did everything she could think of to fig leaf her naked body with napkin or elbow or arm.&nbsp; Her legs were crossed, protecting her sex.<br><br>"Thank you, Sir," Harth said politely. "It was very good."&nbsp; Her cheeks were still red.&nbsp; <br><br>Laying a phone down in front of Harth, he stood behind her, giving her orders. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Call your work, and tell them you are sick.&nbsp; And that you expect to be out for the next few days.” </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Harth stared at the phone as if it were an alien object that might explode if she pushed the wrong button.&nbsp; It seemed potent with menace.&nbsp; He had a phone.&nbsp; Her mind was ablaze with sudden schemes.&nbsp; She would give her boss a message, but it would be in a secret code where the first letter of each word she uttered would spell a new message. Frantically, she tried to think of a message that would communicate her dire predicament.<br><br>But in the end, his eyes boring into her, she just dialed, her hands shaking as she became an accessory during the fact of her own crime.&nbsp; As luck would have it, her boss was not in his office.&nbsp; "Dan?" she said tensely to his voicemail.&nbsp; "This is Harth Lakeland.&nbsp; I'm afraid I have the flu and won't be in for a few days."&nbsp; It was the longest thing she had said in days and her voice was hoarse with disuse.&nbsp; With the tension and the rasp, a flu would be convincing.<br><br>Slowly, regretfully, she replaced the receiver on the cradle, her eyes huge. The minutes ticked by as she sat, naked except for a black velvet choker, and tried to wrap her mind around the implications of what just happened. <br><br>And when she lifted her eyes to Mordyn, they were filled with fear and she sought to cover herself with her hands. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 06:57:18</strong>
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				Unlike Harth, he was clothed. <br><br>He was dressed simply.&nbsp; A plain black t-shirt, unadorned with logos or writing.&nbsp; It clung to his body, and she could see that he was an active man.&nbsp; His arms were defined, though he was far from a body builder.&nbsp; His long hair was left loose, and had a tendency to hang over his face.&nbsp; Occasionally, he’d swipe it away, though it was never out of his face more than a few minutes.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wore blue jeans, the knees fading into white, though not because they were “designer” dreams pre-washed into looking well worn.&nbsp; These were well worn, and he’d simply never replaced them.&nbsp; The same was true of his socks, plain white tube socks, the soles brown owing to age. <br><br>“Mordyn,” he said, “that is my name.”&nbsp; A strange name, but he’d never bothered to ask its provenance.&nbsp; Not that his parents were keen on explanations.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unwittingly, he’d given her a key piece of information, should she ever wish to involve the law. <br><br>“But,” he came closer to her, placing a hand over both her breasts.&nbsp; “I’ll answer to ‘Master’ as well.” <br><br>He fondled her, again watching her body as he touched her.&nbsp; His thumbs running over the top of her breasts, his other fingers surrounding their swells, palms pressed up against her hardening nipples. <br><br>He touched her until he saw the first signs of arousal between her clenched legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then, he pulled away.&nbsp; Not as punishment, but because he had something else in mind. <br><br>He knew her body now.&nbsp; So it was time for her mind. <br><br>Mordyn put his hand over her wrist and took her from the chair.&nbsp; He brought her into the living room, and stood her at the arm of his couch.&nbsp; The dark haired man she’d bowed to the previous night sat on the opposite end of the couch, and watched naked Harth as she stood before him. <br><br>“Do you ever touch yourself?” He asked, the blunt question spoken in an invasive manner. She would feel his eyes on her, even behind the veil of dark hair.&nbsp; He was looking at her again... looking into her. <br><br>“What do you think about, when you do?&nbsp; I want to know your secrets Harth.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 16:44:52</strong>
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				"Mordyn," she whispered.&nbsp; It fit him. "Mordyn," she whispered again, giving a name to this creature who had come to dominate her life.&nbsp; <br><br>His name looked beautiful on her mouth, sounded beautiful with her voice.&nbsp; <br><br>Her full ripe lips had to form a kiss to say the first syllable ... to say <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Mor"</em></span> ... more.&nbsp; So much more to come.&nbsp; And then her little pink tongue, the tongue that had licked his flesh so sweetly, had to come close to her lips to form the second syllable, <em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"dyn"</span></em>, the naked tongue visible just for a moment as it flickered against the back of her teeth, erotic as a voyeur's glimpse of a naked woman between imperfectly closed drapes.<br><br>His hands were already on her breasts when he said the word <em>"Master"</em> and he felt her jump, saw her toes dig and curl against the linoleum, as memories flooded her at the sound of the title she had bestowed upon him.&nbsp; How did such a charged title occur to this prim chaste woman?&nbsp; Her breasts swelled in his hands.&nbsp; Mordyn knew.&nbsp; Her nipples puckered into hard little nubbins along his lifeline.&nbsp; He had always known, ever since the first time he saw her.<br><br>Her thighs shifted and she began to squirm from his caress.&nbsp; <br><br>Thrills of alarm skittered through her as he led her to the living room.&nbsp; He had something in mind.&nbsp; She could feel it in the electricity in the air, feel it in the gathering tension, the menace of air thickening before a thunderstorm.<br><br>He posed her and she stood obediently, wearing only the soft velvet choker, always mindful of its presence, while he sat clothed.&nbsp; She blushed at his scrutiny.&nbsp; So might a conquered woman stand before the warrior who had claimed her as his prize.&nbsp; Afraid ... hopeful ... ashamed ... <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>oh gods no!</em></span> ... aroused ...&nbsp; &nbsp;Her toes clenched and unclenched in the carpet.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Do you ever touch yourself?” He asked.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her head shot up and her face filled with dismay at this invasively intimate question.&nbsp; Ladies do not speak of such things.&nbsp; To speak of it was worse than the deed.&nbsp; Worse than the things she had done with him.&nbsp; Worse than the things he had done to her.&nbsp; It was not acknowledged if it was not spoken.&nbsp; Words bear witness.&nbsp; Words give substance to the deed.&nbsp; One did not speak of such things.&nbsp; The invasion of Harth's soul had begun.<br><br>All of this showed on her face.&nbsp; It was a different kind of fear he saw now.&nbsp; Ah, Harth, she had so many things to lose before she was truly naked before him.&nbsp; He had so many things of hers to take into the fortress of his mind. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“What do you think about, when you do?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her eyes grew wide and frightened and she cast them about the room, looking for escape, a doe ready to leap.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Run.</em></span> </span> Her muscles tensed as adrenaline surged.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Run.</em></span>&nbsp; Images flashed, answering his question in her mind.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Run.</em></span>&nbsp; </span>Dark images, secret images, shameful images. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Run.</em></span>&nbsp; </span>Things she could never say aloud. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Run!</em></span></span> Things he could never know. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Run! RUN! <strong>RUN!</strong></em></span></span><br><br>She bolted from the room, heedless in her panic, running from room to room until she found the door to the garage and yanked on the handle, pounding on the door.&nbsp; But it was locked from the inside with a key that she did not have.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Run!</em></span></span><br><br>She heard his footsteps behind her.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Run!</em></span></span>&nbsp; Harth ran around the table opposite him, her face mindless and feral with panic, her naked body lithe in flight, tight ass clenched, breasts jouncing, hair wild.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Run!</em></span></span><br><br>He stood watching her, his eyes hooded, hair shadowing his face, leaving only the sight of his sensuous mouth, amused ... displeased ... aroused.&nbsp; Did she think he had not thought of this?&nbsp; There was nowhere to run.<br><br>So much to lose.&nbsp; Harth had so much to lose to him.&nbsp; Mordyn would be rich forever from the treasures of all that Harth had to lose. <br><br>Survival juices flowed urging her on.&nbsp; Mordyn cut off access to the living room.&nbsp; There was only one way out. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Run, little rabbit, run.</em></span></span><br><br>She bolted down the stairs into the basement and skidded to a stop in the middle of the floor, her head whipping around frantically in the darkened room.&nbsp; <br><br>She was trapped!&nbsp; <br><br>The light from the kitchen above glinted on chains and mirrors and other things.&nbsp; &nbsp;A desperate keening sounded as she realized there was nowhere left to go.<br><br>A man chuckled above her ... and then came the sound of a footstep heavy and deliberate on the stair. <em>Step.</em><br><br>There was nowhere to run. <em>Step.</em><br><br>There was no way out.&nbsp; <em>Step.</em><br><br>And there was nowhere to hide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 07:55:22</strong>
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				Mordyn did not hurry after her, he knew she had nowhere to go. <br><br>He let her run, let her see for herself the truth of her circumstances.&nbsp; He could tell her that there was no escape, but there were certain truths that had to be leaned one one’s own.&nbsp; This was one of them. <br><br>When she made her way to the basement, Mordyn began to move in that direction.&nbsp; He came down the stairs slowly.&nbsp; Not, as she might think, to increase the menace, but because he was worried that she might be waiting to ambush him at the bottom.&nbsp; In these moments of breaking, Harth had proven herself unpredictable.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, he was down in the basement with her.&nbsp; The bed between them, Mordyn bent to pick something up, something the bed blocked Harth from seeing.&nbsp; His hand went into his pocket, putting whatever he’d collected there, keeping it from her view. <br><br>“Harth,” he said to her, and then began to move quicker, until he was before her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Harth,” he repeated her name, and came up against her, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her chin.&nbsp; He moved backwards, until she was against the wall.&nbsp; &nbsp;He kept her chin in his hand, her head tilted back.&nbsp; &nbsp; His body leaned against hers, hard and masculine where hers was soft and feminine. <br><br>“Do you not want to talk to me?” <br><br>His free hand slipped into his pocket, and he pulled out what he’d retrieved, holding it against the wall next to her head.&nbsp; Black leather and red rubber. <br><br>The ball gag. <br><br>The implication seemed obvious.&nbsp; If she did not want to talk to him, he could make sure she enjoyed silence.&nbsp; But Mordyn did not make a move to gag her.&nbsp; He simply held the gag there as a threat, and after the threat was made, the gag was put back into his pocket.&nbsp; Where it would remain, so long as she gave him no cause to use it. <br><br>“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said to her, the hand that had just held the gag now caressing her cheek. His other hand had left her chin, and was now moving back and forth across her stomach, his fingertips light against her skin. <br><br>“I didn’t ask you to shame you.&nbsp; I asked because I wanted to know.&nbsp; Because I want to know you.” <br><br>His words were sincere.&nbsp; She’d find no manipulation in them.&nbsp; This was more than a game for Mordyn.&nbsp; This was how he courted her.&nbsp; Twisted yes.&nbsp; But also sincere. <br><br>Mordyn turned Harth around then, so that she would not have to face him.&nbsp; His hands too her wrists, pressed her open hands against the wall.&nbsp; He held her like that, and let his mouth travel down her neck, licked as much of her back as he could, before his body against leaned against hers. <br><br>“I want you to answer my questions Harth.” <br><br>“Talk to me.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 17:42:49</strong>
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				Time was measured in inhalations and exhalations through the terrible quiet of the soundproofed room.<br><br>His were rhythmic and steady, a metronome merciless in the keeping of her harrowed time.&nbsp; Hers were quick and ragged with sudden cessations of breath followed by great gasps of air.&nbsp; <br><br>He held her hands splayed against the rough nubble of the concrete wall.&nbsp; He commanded her gently to talk to him.&nbsp; But she remained mute.&nbsp; The pressure built.<br><br>He slowly leaned against her until her nipples rubbed against the grating surface of the concrete with each breath she took ... with each breath he took.&nbsp; Steady breaths and rasps of skin, ragged breaths and abraded flesh, steady breaths and scraped nipples, caught breaths that let the sensations echo, gasps that scratched and scoured.<br><br>Time was measured in rises and falls and the sounds of a rasp against a woman's flesh.&nbsp; &nbsp;Into this unholy quiet, they breathed.<br><br>His body was warm as it surrounded her, the fabric of his clothes soft, the feel of his breath gentle.&nbsp; The wall was hard and cold, rough and unyielding.&nbsp; The silence thickened, became viscous with tension from the woman against the wall.&nbsp; She was biting her lip to keep from telling him the secrets of a chaste woman.&nbsp; Biting it hard enough to bleed.&nbsp; But her secrets filled her mind.&nbsp; He had commanded them forth, and they filled her mind.<br><br>Her face burned with shame.<br><br>Her body trembled with it, the trembles becoming shudders, the shudders becoming tremors, the tremors wracking her small frame.&nbsp; She must break open or fall apart.<br><br>Suddenly her shaking stopped.&nbsp; Her breathing stopped.&nbsp; Only his continued, steadily marking the seconds of their lives.<br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"He hurt me until I begged him for pleasure." </em></span> Harth whispered into the dangerous silence.&nbsp; <br><br>And then Mordyn's breathing stopped, and time was not measured at all.<br><br>Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was the only sound in the room.&nbsp; <br><br>"I was dressed in the clothes of a time long ago, my corset laced up the front, white chemise and petticoats below, overskirts and underskirts, hoops and garters, bloomers and stockings and shoes, jewels and veils."&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>So many things to lose, Harth.&nbsp; So many walls.&nbsp; So many barriers to your innocent pleasure.</em></span><br><br>"My arms were tied above my head and I was blindfolded, my body stretched enough to feel the jut of my breasts strain against the tightness of the corset."&nbsp; She trembled, shrinking into herself again and he slid his hands from her wrist to cover her fingers, giving her support, but not letting her stop.<br><br>"He took ... a long time looking at me and I became brave and protested."&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>How dare he do this to me.&nbsp; This is wrong!</em></span><br><br>"He slapped me and grabbed my chin and kissed me hard.&nbsp; I had sealed my fate, he said.&nbsp; Now I would have to beg for my pleasure."&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Beg for it.<br></em></span><br>Her body began to tremble again.<br><br>"Slowly he untied my corset.&nbsp; It was so slow.&nbsp; I could feel the lessening of the constraints and I whimpered.&nbsp; His touch was so gentle."&nbsp; <br><br>She swallowed, her voice sinking lower.&nbsp; "He slid my chemise down until one breast was bare, I could feel the cold wind from the window across my skin ... He told me I would have to ask him to suck it ... and I would have to say 'please'. "&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>The pull of chains clamped over sensitized nerves. Please she had cried to Mordyn. Please. Please. Please.<br></em></span><br>"But I didn't.&nbsp; I shook my head, afraid to speak.&nbsp; But I shook my head."&nbsp; Her body tensed.&nbsp; "Suddenly there was a pain across my breast, the sting of a strap, over and over. 'Beg for it' he snarled with each lash."&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Please, Master.&nbsp; She had begged him.</em></span><br><br>Harth began to cry.&nbsp; "And I did beg him, I had no choice, I could not stand the pain, no one could stand the pain, I had to beg for it."&nbsp; She thrashed beneath him.<br><br>"His mouth engulfed me, tongue lashing me, teeth scraping me, while I screamed and writhed. I had to thank him for each suck, for each lick, for each bite.&nbsp; Pleasure roared through me."&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>He had made pleasure roar through her.&nbsp; Her body had bucked and thrashed for him.&nbsp; For him. Not for this faceless dream man.&nbsp; For him.</em></span><br><br>"But I could not come.&nbsp; And he stopped."&nbsp; Harth was breathing hard now.&nbsp; Her voice louder, shaken.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>She could only come for him.&nbsp; Only he knew her.</em></span><br><br>"He went away while my body seethed.&nbsp; And when he returned he cut me down.&nbsp; But it was not over."&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>He was not done with Harth.</em></span><br><br>"He dragged me to a table and tied me down tight.&nbsp; I could not move.&nbsp; He told me that I would be his and he would ensure that no decent man would ever marry me."<br><br>Her body stilled, she felt hollow inside.<br><br>"He poured whiskey on my breast.&nbsp; I could smell it soak my clothes.&nbsp; I didn't understand." she wailed.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>No ... she did not understand such things.</em></span><br><br>"And then I felt a needle prick my skin next to my aureole and I cried out.&nbsp; 'Yes' he said softly 'my mark will be on you always.&nbsp; You can show yourself to no other man.&nbsp; He will know your flesh has been seen by another man's eyes. Every time he looks at you, he will think of another man's hands on you, of another man's mouth on you.&nbsp; He will think of what was done to you and know ... '&nbsp; His mouth was close to my ear.&nbsp; 'that you will never ever belong to him.&nbsp; It will drive any man who loves you to madness.' "&nbsp; There was a silent roaring in the room from someplace deep within the darkness of souls.<br><br>She shuddered.&nbsp; "The needles prickled and he licked the blood from me, drank the whiskey from my skin."&nbsp; She swallowed.&nbsp; "And then he touched my breast, sucked my breast, licked and bit and rubbed my breast, until I came to him screaming my gratitude.&nbsp; It was the first time I came."&nbsp; <br><br>Silence drew its stern judgment around her. <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Sinner.</em></span><br><br>She shuddered and her nipples were hard as diamonds as they brushed the wall.&nbsp; "This is how I learned my body.&nbsp; One place at a time ... touching myself."&nbsp; Her head bowed. "Each pleasure bought with penance, paid before the sin."&nbsp; <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Through my fault, through my fault, through my most grevious fault.</em></span><br><br>Her voice lowered, almost chanting.&nbsp; "And in the days and weeks and months and years that followed, there were many welts from the lash, many tattoos on my flesh, each marking a first" her voice dropped to a whisper, "until my body was covered with the marks of Cain ..." <br><br>"<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>... everywhere.</em></span>"&nbsp; <br><br>Time stopped.&nbsp; <br><br>Silence lengthened in the soundproof room.<br><br>And no one breathed to measure time.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 07:24:10</strong>
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				Mordyn was holding his breath without realizing it. <br><br>His hands on her wrists tightened their grip with each word she spoke.&nbsp; He pressed his body against her back, and she’d feel his arousal growing.&nbsp; With each sinful sentence, she inspired him.&nbsp; A mental picture formed in his mind, and each syllable added a brush stroke to the portrait of debauchery he was imagining. <br><br>She was arousing him, and that was dangerous. <br><br>When she was done, he exhaled.&nbsp; His lips were near her face, and his breath washed over her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Harth,” her name came out as a moaned whisper. <br><br>Mordyn’s hands covered her breasts, and his legs came forward, stepping around hers.&nbsp; He pulled her body back against his, holding her breasts tightly.&nbsp; Mordyn was enveloped around Harth, holding her as tightly as the corset of her fantasy. <br><br>“Do you feel me,” he asked her.&nbsp; &nbsp;His hips were grinding against her.&nbsp; His cock was hard, and it seemed to be seeking her from behind the barrier of his pants.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she believed her story shameful, she would not find condemnation from Mordyn. <br><br>It only made him want her more. <br><br>“Harth,” his tongue ran along her neck, until his mouth was under her jaw.&nbsp; “I see you.&nbsp; I see your soul.&nbsp; I know you.&nbsp; I know you from your words.” <br><br>“You feel ashamed right now, but let me tell you what that shame is.&nbsp; It’s a bleeding.&nbsp; You’re bleeding.&nbsp; But what’s bleeding out of you is all the poison.&nbsp; All the things you were taught.&nbsp; All those things that made you deny the truth.&nbsp; You were taught not to be yourself.&nbsp; You were poisoned.” <br><br>“I am purging you.” <br><br>“The same happened to me.&nbsp; I tried to be what they wanted of me, and I couldn’t.&nbsp; So I stopped, and now, I am me.”&nbsp; <br><br>“You think I hurt you.&nbsp; But I didn’t,” he continued to hold her tight, to keep her body against his, giving her nowhere to run, not allowing her to hide.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I liberated you.&nbsp; Now you are free.”&nbsp; His lips were against her ear. <br><br>“Free to be mine.” <br><br>“I’m going to let you go,” he whispered to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;“And you are going to get into the bed.”&nbsp; The bed in the basement.&nbsp; The bed she’d been shackled to, her mouth filled with the hated gag. <br><br>“And you are going to spread your legs and thrust your chest out.&nbsp; And you are going to beg to be fucked.” <br><br>“Beg until there are tears in your eyes.”&nbsp; <br><br>He nipped at the soft skin on her shoulder, hips bucking, pressing his hard cock against her. <br><br>“I know you’ll do it.&nbsp; Because I know you.&nbsp; And because I’ve just told you to do it.&nbsp; And I know you Harth.” <br><br>“I know you will obey me.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He released her then, and turned towards the bed. <br><br>And in silence, he waited. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Disappearance of Harth Lakeland (Davikk/Tylia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tylia</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 03:27:41</strong>
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				Mordyn had licked her shame and found it sweet.<br><br>He had hunted like a crocodile through her musk-drenched secrets, sniffed for succulent morsels of humiliation in her fragile carnal trust to drag out into the light.&nbsp; He had suckled each new revelation as if it were a luscious fruit that was ripe and swollen with disgrace.<br><br>Mordyn called his predation purging ... and perhaps it was.&nbsp; But only he could name what he did to her.<br><br>Her shocked mind could not form such definitions now.<br><br>It was recoiling from the memory of her own words. Recoiling from the knowledge that he had commanded her to spread her naked secrets before his avid gaze ... Recoiling from the knowledge that she had obeyed him.<br><br>Harth would have run if she could.&nbsp; But his arms were too strong around her.&nbsp; His legs were too firm in their twine.&nbsp; His will was too dark a force as it enveloped her fragile spirit.&nbsp; He had lifted her skirts and stared with unholy eyes at what she considered shameful in herself and made sure she knew he had seen her.&nbsp; And his eyes had burned when he offered her the reality of what had once been only in her mind.<br><br>Wildly, her mind looked for a way out of the trap.<br><br>It was as if he knew what she thought, as if even her mind was not safe from his invasion.&nbsp; His grasp on her tightened, even as his words soothed.&nbsp; He offered her forgiveness.&nbsp; He offered her understanding.&nbsp; He was tender in his offer to debauch her.<br><br>Muscles that were tensed for flight began to relax in his grip.&nbsp; They should not have done so, but they did.<br><br>In the bell jar of his mind where he kept her trapped soul, Mordyn knew when Harth's metamorphosis began.&nbsp; Forbidden desire crawled through her like a dark butterfly beginning its emergence from the protection of civilization's rigid chrysalis.&nbsp; That he was destroying her was not as important as that he was creating her.<br><br>This butterfly was a marionette, and Mordyn held its pretty strings.<br><br>Now she had only one protection.&nbsp; Now she had only one danger.<br><br>One could almost hear the rustle of midnight wings unfurling about her.&nbsp; He would let her go.&nbsp; Give her the illusion of flight.&nbsp; Give her the illusion of freedom.&nbsp; Give her the illusion of choice.<br><br>He released her, and she teetered, a delicate marionette standing alone for the first time on her new wooden legs, strings suddenly slack. <br><br>The Puppetmaster watched with a critical eye.&nbsp; She could feel it.&nbsp; And she could feel herself wanting to please him.&nbsp; Harth Lakeland fought that last thing.&nbsp; Fought the need to please him.&nbsp; She lurched forward, wooden from the battle raging within.<br><br>Before her, the bed loomed, still stained with the nectar of their last couplings.&nbsp; The ropes that bound her feet lay loose and wanton like snakes on the sheet.&nbsp; A handcuff still dangled its obscene threat from the bedpost.<br><br>It took years to cross the dozen feet from wall to bed.&nbsp; It took Harth a lifetime.<br><br>But eventually her knees bumped into the mattress.&nbsp; She looked down.<br><br>Her back was to Mordyn, her long hair tangled and loose, her buttocks clenching with tension.&nbsp; She was going to refuse.&nbsp; She was going to refuse him.&nbsp; She was going to refuse <em>him.</em><br><br>The woman hugged herself and trembled, filling the air with soft whimpers.&nbsp; Shaking her head from side to side, mute in her protest.<br><br>Mordyn did not speak, but she could feel his eyes narrow upon her, feel something dangerous and wild uncoil within him and gather.<br><br>Fragile things break.&nbsp; Shards fall and shatter.&nbsp; People change from the inside out.<br><br>One knee bent and laid itself down on the bed so that the woman could begin to crawl.<br><br>Tears glittered in her eyes, and prepared, like the woman, to fall.<br><br>The second knee joined the first and she bent, her ass rounded in its presentation to him, tight as a little drum in her distress.<br><br>Slender hands pressed against the mattress.&nbsp; Her toes curled and the soles of her little feet wrinkled with tension.<br><br>Mordyn's caged woman crawled to the center of the bed and laid herself down on her belly, her shoulders shaking with sobs.<br><br>The air was filled with sounds whispered into the mattress, like the rustle of torn wings "Please" ... "No" ... "No Please" ... "Please God, no."&nbsp; Little whispers,&nbsp; not protests ... she would never dare protests to him anymore ... just little whispers from a small naked woman praying for mercy in a predator's basement with dark eyes upon her.<br><br>There was no mercy here.<br><br>The air was dense with the tension of a woman at the threshold of debasing herself beyond redemption because the man who called himself Mordyn commanded her to do so.&nbsp; Such things should be done in the dark.&nbsp; But he didn't even spare her that.&nbsp; He required enough light to see every shudder.<br><br>She rolled on her back and stared at the ceiling, tears falling from reddened eyes.&nbsp; For long moments, she did not move.<br><br>Suddenly, without warning, Harth snapped her legs apart as far as they would go, stinting nothing, crying out as she did so, her breath coming in sobs.&nbsp; She had opened herself as he commanded.<br><br>She bent her elbows under her and thrust her breasts high.&nbsp; Her head fell backwards, exposing her throat and her hair pooled its dark tangle on the sheets.&nbsp; High above her chest, her nipples crested the swells of her breast, dark with tight pucker, little aching things that were tight and hard as diamonds.&nbsp; She had displayed herself as he commanded.<br><br>
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