To break the reins of Spice (Miroque & ObscureObscenities)
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				Title: <strong>To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 15:35:15</strong>
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				Shifted where he was for the time being tapping his fingers against his desk. He knew they were planning something, and he knew it was something he couldn't control entirely. Sighing slightly he shook his head some before reaching to brush his fingers through his hair, and lifting away from his desk. Those Bene Gesserit witches, they were sending one to him, why he didn't fully know, but he knew it would be beneficial to accept her. Because the Bene Gesserit had a certain level of control amongst the galaxy. They were the advisors and teachers of many great powers amongst the houses, a cult to be respected in a sense.<br><br>Moving he glanced to the window, a reflection of himself in the glass, his dark hair came to just about jaw length, but was brushed back away from his face by his incessant thoughts guiding his hand though his hair. His face was narrowed rightly, with strong cheek bones and jawline. While most in his position would shave daily, his cheeks were slightly darkened with a few days of growth detailing his face and shadowing it handsomely. Grey eyes looking out over the landscape surrounding his home, dipping down towards the ocean so near his ancestral home. It was a place he loved very much, and now he was going to have to share the home with one of their witches. <br><br>There were benefits, and there were duties of his position, between the two he had no choice and he knew it. But he would not be a fool. It was bad enough that damn fool Atreides placed such ridiculous fees on the Spacing Guild, which then placed them upon any houses wanting to use them for travel, that movement through the universe was next to impossible. And worse, avoiding the Freman warriors that were bred on the soulless planet Arakis. He needed the allies he could get, even if it meant taking the snake into his home. But he would insure that the snake fit under heel. Making his way through his home he headed towards the landing pad, where the expected witch should be landing soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 19:53:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd277/perhekorlee/hahmokuvia/Sadwoman.jpg)</div>The dropship started its slow descend toward the planetside and two woman were its priceless cargo. Both women were dressed in high robes, with black and white coloration. Both of them had the exact same medallions clearly visible, only diffrence was that they could not look any diffrent from each other. Older, nearly ancient woman was much taller and had midnight black complexion, where the younger, had fair skin and sand blond hair. They watched the flames engulfing the ships shield, and as the barrier of outer athmosphere was penetrated, the flames died fast. <br><br>The view was breathtaking. Nubile planet, free from imperial toxicwastelands and sprawling cities. The lust green landmasses was clearly cut by the azure oceans and rugged mountains, as the dropship circled the planet twise on its low entry vector, steadily decreasing speed. Manouver was needed cause the new navigator has plasted the Carrier Cocoonship thru highly radioactive cluster and dropship´s shields were highly radioactive. The slow vector enabled the atmosphere grind the radioactive particles away, making it safe to land in any setlements, this maidenworld had to offer.<br><br>-- <br><br>The ship let out its final fumes, as mechanics started to refill the ship for fast return. Exit ramp opened, and the two Bene Gesserit exited the ship. Taller was <strong>reverend Mother R´hiel</strong>, and her protegee, <strong>Sister Arabella</strong> was to meet the Lord and master of this frontier planet.<br><br>As they walked down the ramp, and royal guard was greeting them, <strong>Mother R´hiel</strong> just dismissed them with few clever words and walked onward toward the respetion area, <strong>Sister Arabella</strong> on her heels.<br><br><strong>Arabella </strong>was silent and orservant, as it was her job, as Imprinter. She was to be Lord´s concubine, his loveslave. This she knew and accepted, as it was why she was choosen, even her young age, she was handpicked by the council of Mothers, to breed into this line and do what ever it takes to bring this lines geneseeds steps closer to another <strong>Kwisatz Haderach</strong>. She of course knew none of this. It was her undeniable duty as Sister of the order, to follow her commands to the letter.<br><br>She knew thou, about the special selection, and that she was choosen from the thousand sisters.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 07:15:55</strong>
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				Stood patiently at attention in the greathalls that the two woman would be lead into, a faint aura of mystery and concern of course surrounding them. The people of his homeworld had lived long without the dealings of the Bene Gesserit, and his family had dealt with the new regime in tide, letting the roles of the universe change, being so far from Arrakis, and not being of vital use to the Imperial house, his homeworld had gone mostly unharmed or changed by the Jihad and its notes that still rang through the galaxy. Which made something as simple as the Reverend mother and a Sister of the Bene Gesserit coming such a important matter, though commonly such woman would come and go as pleased in the more dominated worlds.<br><br>Stepping forward calmly away from several of his men he had been speaking too, his arms behind his back for the moment as he held his weary gaze on the Reverend Mother first of all, because it was she, and her cult that was encouraging this happening. Before switching to the younger Sister whom was to be placed in his home now. "Welcome, Reverend Mother, Sister, to Ecaz." He spoke his voice was a deep timbre, strong with a subtle accent hinting his vocals. Drawing an arm from behind him he held it out to the Reverend Mother of course, showing his..respect.. to the Bene Gesserit. <br><br>Ecaz was not a overly important planet, but its plant life was diverse an could be used in many ways, especially the fogwood, which human thought could shape its growth. While many other things came from the planet, it was still small amongst many of the other great planets and their houses that called them home.<br><br>Shifting his gaze again to the younger woman beside the older Reverend mother he could see that she was young, and he would not be given a crone to fill the place of a young woman. No, and she was beautiful. Straightening himself he drew his hand away after a moment longer, it was a gesture of respect, not a actual touch greeting, only those whom were most close to people on Ecaz exchanged touched, a strange planet to some, but home to him.<br><br>"I am the current hand of House Halten,&nbsp; Valerian." He had never met either of them but had expected them for weeks. A introduction of course was fitting enough even if they would know whom he was already. Or at least the Reverend Mother would, he did not know what this Sister knew..or what she wanted to know. Damn the Bene Gesserit sisterhood. "There are chambers prepared for our honored guests." Even as he prepared to be able to draw away from them, hoping to make distance between himself and the Bene Gesserit for a time, they were strange, offworlder's, and made him weary, un-trusting, it wasn't a familiar habit, as he had reigned in much peace. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 16:56:00</strong>
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				<strong>Mother</strong> nods to <strong>Valerian</strong>, where <strong>Sister </strong>curtseys low, staying her pose, until <strong>Mother</strong> spoke "<strong>Valerian of House Halten</strong>. As you know, we, the <strong>Bene Gesserit Sisterhood</strong> offer you an unique gift." she did not seem to be offended about anyone that might listen in, or she simply didnt care. She motioned toward <strong>Sister Arabella</strong>. "She will be yours."&nbsp; Unpolished statement "For to fullfill the agreement you have signed for. I will be leaving, as soon as the ship is refilled and the merchandice is loaded." The deal had been struck, as soon when the <strong>Bene Gesserit´s</strong> had hear´d about the artifact found in <strong>Ecaz</strong>. Counsil descided to push plan into motion, letting then hit two birds with one stone. Sure, <strong>House Halten</strong> was minor house in the grand scheme of things, but every little drop of influence, how minor it might be, would eventually benefit the Other Memory, and when there was that artifact of unknown origin to be gained aswell. With price of one acolyte, mediocore at most in the arts, even she excelled in Imprinting.<br><br>"Is there more you would like to say, before she will be handed to you?"<strong> Mother </strong>looked streight at Valerians soul. Her gaze piercing everything the man knew, allmost like she were reading her mind. All this time, what the unseremonially trade toke, <strong>Sister Arabelle</strong> had not said an word, just looked down.
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				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 07:29:16</strong>
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				Heard her and nodded faintly, all business. The Bene Gesserit was not going to allow themselves to stay around and be toyed with. No they would leave their toy here with him to make things difficult. But he could handle her, his gaze shifting once more to the younger of the two women, whom remained silent and eyes downcast. "No, nothing further Reverend Mother." He spoke his gaze switching back to the older woman. Taking a step back he gestured lightly and several servants gathered the precious crates of poisons, and fogwood, taking them to the ship for the Bene Gesserit Reverend. Of course they had gotten what they wanted, and offered only what they saw as a fair price for it. This woman..<br><br>"If you will excuse me then Reverend Mother, the matters of the Hand hardly rest." He could be quite a busy man, and his gaze switched to the woman, he didn't even know her name yet, and frankly, he didn't entirely care. "Sister, this way." He spoke firmly before turning away from the Reverend and the ship, his guards would watch the Mother of course, but he he would take care of the Sister, she was to be his concubine after all, he could not cast her aside, no, the Bene Gesserit would be displeased if that ever happened, into the keep he strode firmly, ignoring and fully expecting the Sister to follow him without question.<br><br>He made his way through the elegant building, obviously much time and work had been placed into his manor. And more of the fogwood adorned it in respect for their precious resource and for its intricate beauty. Living growths of it molded into however ones thought's wished and yet still a life, a banister of living fogwood for the stair case. Frames on the walls holding portraits of former heads of the Halten family, former Hands, made of the living wood, soil beneath the base of the frame holding its roots. It made the chambers feel more alive, and the fresh scent released by the wood mingled with the salt crusted air to perfume the halls of his home. <br><br>Through a pair of large doors he eased into his office, like the rest of the home, much of it was adorned with their famous wood. But there was also rugs from other planets, mantled item's gifts from allies, and trophies taken from fallen foes. It was his inheritance this home, and this office. A fire crackled in a fireplace near his desk, warming the room, the windows were open, but a force shield over them prevented the humid air from entering, and allowed the fire to keep the room warm. Still without saying a thing to the sister he moved and deposited himself in his chair turning to face her once more finally. "What is your name concubine?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 07:48:15</strong>
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				<strong>Arabella</strong> followed<strong> Valerian</strong> with light feet, without saying anything. As they reached the manorhouse and its interiors, everything was recorded into her memory, with&nbsp; picturesque clarity. As Valerian toke his chair, <strong>Arabella</strong> waited allmost ten feet away, making an perfect curtsey, even his back was toward her and when he turned, she still kept her pose.<br><br>Spoken only when spoken to. "<strong>Hand of House Halten</strong>, <strong>my name was</strong> <strong>Arabella</strong>,<strong> but I´m yours, so if you descide that impropriate its yours to discard."</strong><br><br>She felt dread in her mind, but her teachings made her not to show it, as it was not everyday, you lay literaly your life in the hands of another. She knew, that this was one way trip.
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				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 08:14:46</strong>
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				He heard her, and while he believed her to a point, he also knew that the Bene Gesserit would have other plans for the woman. He sighed and shook his head. "You may keep your name Arabella, take a seat." He said gesturing to the chairs that were near the other side of his desk, wondering what he would do with her. Should he make an example of her, to be able to report back to the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood that she was not going to be able to pull his strings like a clever puppeteer. <br><br>"What does the Sisterhood want with me?" He demanded, wondering where he loyalties would eventually life. Of course he expected her not to tell him anything vital, she was a Sister still, but whatever she did say would give him more of an idea about her, since he knew nothing of her yet, and that was a problem. Knowing her mind, her position would help him figure out how to deal with her. Whether to set her in a room to take care of errands and paper work away from him. Or keep her at his heels to watch her and make sure she did nothing to sabotage his peaceful home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 08:37:22</strong>
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				<strong>"Thank you Sir"</strong> She let out mental sigh of relief and raised to take the chair. <strong>"You ask direct question, Mi´lord. Im used to that.</strong> <strong>Sisterhood</strong>, <strong>I´m not sure if you have previous knowledge or not, is working to greater mankind. And with our training and selective breeding, we can thrive toward the pinacle of mankind. As you have not made an heir, I was selected to be your ideal mate, genetically. It might seem cold hearted to you. To any outsider really, but man of your stature cant go on and spawn any woman he likes, as it would dilude your ancestral heritage."</strong> she held soft pause, letting her words sink in before continuing <strong>"And Im trained from birth, to fullfill task I´m set, and that is... It is to please you Mi´lord, how ever you want to use me."</strong> she kepts her eyes on the desktop, clearly showing her submission and to hide her eyes, that might betray her emtional state, if watched closely by someone with superior training in such a things.<br><br><strong>"This is my first, and only mission, by the</strong><strong>Sisterhood.</strong><strong> I hope you deem me adequote to fullfill it."</strong><br>Her tone soft, yet it carried her voice clear as crystal, to anyone listening in the near vincinity. She held her hands on her lap, holding them close to her labia.
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				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 09:22:58</strong>
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				Lifted his eyebrow she was straight forward, something he enjoyed. But he figured there was something deeper inside of her as well. When he kept his gaze on her still, tracing over her form. "Genetically ideal?" He did not like that the Bene Gesserit playing with the games of fate trying to use them, to create something more for mankind. It was ridiculous that they believed they could do that. Sighing faintly he shifted away from his desk moving around the edge of it to look at her in the chair. He walked around the chair slowly in a circle, his eyes watching her, the palms of her hands in her lap still.<br><br>"You have been trained to act as an incubator for a child of my ancestral line." Tone was sharp as he focused on her, but not mean at all, just firm. "And it is a mission you have taken on, proudly for your order." He didn't think it was quite right, there was something about her being a concubine, that seemed wrong. But he didn't care, she was an enemy of sorts, no matter her genetic breeding to hold his child. "Interesting." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 09:57:42</strong>
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				<strong>"Yes, and no Sir. I was not bred to breed Your child, but an child. That fact, that I become yours, was not known to me before time. But yes, I proudly follow my mission. Its not similar to </strong><strong>Mentat</strong> <strong>programming, but I am raised to it. Bred if you will. As history has proven</strong>,<strong> Bene Gesserit </strong><strong>teachings have bettered mankind in countles of ways, and this is just one way, and I am just an tool to get to that end."</strong> She recited her teachings, as much as it was aollowed to tell to an outsider.<br><br><strong>"I can see where one such as You, could see that odd. but the evidences are proven beyond any doubt, that Sisterhoods methods work."</strong> She offered none of that evidence she spoke of, as for her, it was common knowledge and she thought that any noble worth his salt knew about them, atleast in the innercircle of the empire.
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				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 10:44:26</strong>
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				He had heard things of the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood. That they were somewhat responsible for the new Emperor, Paul, the Atreides boy taking the seat of power over the galaxy. But it was because the messed up, which was why he had power. Shaking his head he sighed slightly. "You know the best thing for me would be to lock you away in some manner on the far side of this planet and not come within miles of you for the rest of my life." It was a fact, because he was certain she would do everything in her power to seduce him and conceive the heir that her Sisterhood wanted from him for some forsaken reason. Good of mankind, that he doubted entirely.<br><br>Keeping a gaze on her he shifted slightly while he drew away from her moving to look out one of the open windows out to the sea. "Anything i do around you may be reported back to your Sisterhood, are they really so blind for me to think that you would not do so? I am not a fool even if my house is a minor house of the Empire." But perhaps he could turn this witch to his side... "Your mission is to be my concubine, you will follow my orders and do what i wish, as long as you are proactively reaching towards the goal of bearing my child, it will all to be to your final mission?"
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				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 11:40:10</strong>
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				<strong>"If You so wish, Mi´lord. I would follow your order to the letter."</strong> She still kept her eyes at the desktop. If something, she hided her emotions well.<strong> "If Your Lordship fears that I would relay something to the</strong> Sisterhood,<strong> why dont You order me kept compleatly naked all times, and away from anything electronic in nature. That way I would not be able to contact anyone, if that is what You fear."</strong> She spoke of herself allmost in thirth person, trying to visualize the life she will have around this backward planet.<strong> "My mission, as to be Yours, did not indicate, that I would be concubine. I am Yours. And the fact, that I am bred and raised to carry an child, is an added bonus, for Your lineage. I assume, that was why I was choosen to this mission. And yes, this is my only mission. I am sure, that the transaction of my ownership did not contain clause of my return. Thou, I have not seen any of the documents myself, as its not acolytes place to question her betters."</strong><br><br>She kept longer pause, cluching her hands. It might not have been an large gesture, but her otherwise immobile and serene form, it seemed like an earthquake, as it moved the silken fabric of her gown and as she got her nerves in check, the ripples on it were still there to be seen.<br><br><strong>"If You would not have me, I understand and retire where ever You want."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 12:16:19</strong>
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				Heard her suggestion and it honestly surprised him. Mostly so because he knew the Sisterhood had a certain, position and he doubted they would allow themselves to be degraded like so. But she seemed to be serious, as he he could tel from the way she reacted. It was subtle, but he saw her reactions, the movement. He lifted an eyebrow before nodding. "You would prefer that, even, to being sent away would you not?" She would never serve her mission if he sent her away from him, and that would be a failure to her, something he suspected she would not wish to suffer through. Especially on her first and foremost mission.<br><br>He would hold her to her words, it was her suggestion after all, but it was a sound one, she could be watched, and would be as well. Mostly because he would not allow her to leave his side for the most part. "Stand, and strip Arabella." He voice was calm and cold, still challenging just how much power he had over this woman. Would she obey as she spoke, and would she perform as the piece of property that the trade had described her as. Would they really do as such to acolyte of their own, selling her body and her will to a house to gain standing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 22:10:46</strong>
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				Split second hesitation, slight sqeeze of hands and then she raised. Keeping her gaze down, she started to disrobe. First sliding off her belt, letting it drop to the floor. The sound of her heavy belt clanging, was quickly followed by the sound of her silken robe flowing from her shoulders. She toke her left arm, from the sleeve, and then the right, making her upper torso allmost naked, revealing soft her soft globes, covered only with seethru whispering satin. She crossed her legs, as the robe was unseremonaly falling around her and when it felt dead on the floor, her only garments were her whispering satin long undershirt and her white panties. She raised to meet the gaze of <strong>Lord Valerian</strong>, her cheeks burning bright red. <em>´Please let this stop...´</em> thought run her mind, even she knew she would need to follow anything said by this man, to prove her dedication, for the mission, and for this man.<br><br>Arabella lowered her eyes, trying not to show moist, that was appearing into her eyes. Her hands started to open the sides of the shirt, and when the last clip-buttons were off, the shirt was quickly laying on top of the robe, around her feets. Trying to keep her legs crossed, she rolled her panties off, from the sides of her legs, kneeling before him, never revealing her groin area to the man, owning her body. It was clear thou, that she had no body hair under her eyelids. Her body was unblemished and its flawless fair colouring made her pink aeorias and her small nipples stod out.<br><br>When she was ready, she stop absolutely still and silent. She recited the litany of peace in her mind, trying to keep the fear at peace.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 01:12:53</strong>
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				Watched as she stood up from her chair, and began to do just as she had suggested, and he had ordered, stripping herself bare of her robe, and revealing herself to him each piece of clothing at a time. He did not stay still, instead he moved calmly around her form, circling her, like a beast over its prey. She was lovely, that much could be told even before she started to take her clothes off. But with each item discarded, it seemed to reveal how much more so she was beautiful then she had been. His eyes caught hers and held them seriously until she dropped them again and continued with her strip, drawing her clothes away to let him see just about every inch of her.<br><br>Though he noticed how she practiced to keep her groin hidden, even now standing straight her hands kept the slender curve of her pelvis hidden behind her palms. So she did hold modesty to her, even if she was willing to go to the lengths she did. "So i see that you are willing to prove your dedication." He spoke while he looked over her, he didn't force her hands to reveal her groin. Not yet. But she was still a Sister, that he would change. "You will accompany me like this, at all times, and all that you are allowed to wear are panties at most." He was not to harsh of a person and could spare her some dignity, as well as keeping his own people from being too affronted with his actions. <br><br>"But, you must me marked of course." She herself had said it, that she was property, and property was marked for ownership in his land. Stepping around her calmly he reached and laid the palm of his hand against her left shoulder blade, his thumb just brushing her spine, his fingers the top of her shoulder. "Here, you will bear the print of House Halten." Which of course, like the head of the houses position was called, was a hand. "There will be other markings as well." He wanted to subjugate her, make her feel truly as if she was his, physically and mentally. He would turn this gift of the sisterhood against them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 07:28:50</strong>
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				<strong>Arabella</strong> kept her pose, eyes down, back erect, legs crossed and palms over her jewel. She hear´d <strong>Valerians</strong> words, hearing the subtle hints of his arrousal and intrest in them. When the order to remain like this was given, her mantra was disturbed and blushing crept on her cheeks, and was visible over her naked brests. Never been with an man physically, she still knew that they were beasts, that wanted nothing but to conquer and rule, and men of stature, even more so. Submit, that was the key word, she was taught. Submit without reservations. Submit, and the pain and humiliation will be less. Submit. She had hard time getting her mind accept that, now when she really needed her teachings. It had been easy, among women. Among those that knew nothing of the public humiliation she was to endure.<br><br>Her train of thought was again cut short, when<strong> Lord Valerian </strong>placed his palm against her shoulder blade, and told she was to be marked.<strong> "Thank you </strong><strong>Mi´Lord</strong>,<strong> does that mean You accept me and acknowledge my mission?"</strong> Her voice did not tremble, nor reveal anything she felt. Perk´s from the years of Voice training, even she felt humiliated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 07:52:47</strong>
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				"I accept that i will be keeping you." He spoke simply enough, knowing she wanted him to say he would accept her mission and give her the child she had been sent to conceive. For now he would only accept her as property, and he would keep an eye on her even as that. Moving he grasped her arm firmly and pulled her to her feet again. Turning her away from him he pushed a booted foot between her calves and pushed them apart forcing her to spread her stance lewdly in her naked state and pushed her forward towards the chair so she was bent over it.<br><br>"But, i must of course ensure that the Bene Gesserit simply does not want to place an heir to my House that is not my own." With that his large hand would come up from behind her, smooth over the pale expanse of her petite ass, and scoop down between her legs. Fingers feeling over her hairless mound callously, his touch not meant to arouse or to entice, to warm her body. Despite finding her skin and flesh favorable he ignored it for the time. Instead his fingers found her entrance, and pressed two inside of her sex, fingers probing, to check for a hymen. Oh there were far less crude, humiliating, and lewd ways to do what he wanted, to check to see if she was a woman used already. But he wanted to see if the woman would crack under the humiliation and give herself up as the witch she was trained to be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 12:06:13</strong>
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				<strong>Arabella</strong> kepts her pose, until Valerian pushed toward the chair and roughly bend her over it. <br><br>When he toke his liberties and shoved his fingers into her pussy, she winched in pain. She was truely an virgin, being raised among the sisters from birth, and never experienced anything like this. She knew what he was looking for but the act itself was brutal. Sure he could have asked medical personel, but no. It was just as the Sisters had teached. Men need to show their superiority, and it was her place to submit, no matter how hard it was. <br><br><strong>Valerian</strong> quickly found out, that she was thight and very much virgin. She whimped when<strong> Valerian</strong> made his probing, but kept her pose, taking hold of the chair with her hands, and her hair surrounded her head, making it impossible to see her face.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 12:27:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Finding out what he wanted to know he withdrew his fingers from her, warm, and moist from her tunnel, though she was hardly wet for the occasion. He nodded slightly. "At least they were wise enough to send someone suitable." While he would accept her, he was still not going to let her get close. "Put your panties on." He would give her that much, his own people wouldn't accept a woman walking around completely naked, they were going to be in a riot about her being as naked as that, but they would listen to him and accept it. <br><br>"Come Arabella." He was already moving for the door when he spoke, not waiting for her to gather up the slim pair of white panties even, she would have to scrambled to keep up with his long legged stride. Having told her that he would be marking her he wanted to get it set, she was royal property, owned by the House Halten and he would display it before his people. For his sake more then to humiliate her after all. Not wanting the people to believe the Bene Gesserit had placed someone there to hold sway over his actions. So he would make a display of the witch they placed in his home, and expected his child from. And maybe she could be of some use. Lifting his fingers he brushed his lips against them, she tasted fine.<br><br>His pace led them to another room, where one of the artists in his service stayed, one who would ink the mark into her fair skin, the gray hand of Halten. "Eric, get your needles prepared, i have work for you." He spoke, his voice firm but not unkind. The sandy haired man blinked and set aside the painting he was working on and moved to prepare his needles, wondering just what he would be inking and on whom.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 12:49:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Yes Mi´Lord"</strong> she replied to him, this time her voice resonated diffrently. She hurried to put on her panties, but managed only to put one feet in as Valerian was heading out and wanted her to follow. She jumped looking somewhat comical, as she was trying to put her panties on pobably and keep up with the man. As she entered the artists room, she finally get her panties in order. She realized what was to come and it scared her. Atleast<strong> Valerian</strong> did not see her brief expression of dread, as she quickly regained her composure, by resiting the litany of fear over and over in her mind. <br><br>She quickly moved her hands to cover her smallish brests, when she noticed the artist, <strong>Eric</strong> being in the room. Without S<strong>isterhoods </strong>symbolic robe, she was like any other young adult. Her only accessory being her medallion, it being sigil of the <strong>Sisterhood</strong>, but not as well known as the robe. She toke hold of the medallion, trying to steel her mind against the humiliation she was to endure.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 13:05:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric continued to gather his needles and inks together before pausing in his work entirely at the practically naked woman who had entered the room blinking confused for a moment. "Lord Valerian?" He asked slightly glancing to his liege for a moment, trying to keep his eyes off the fair skinned woman.<br><br>"Eric, i said prepare your needles. Halten gray, she needs to be marked." His words were firm and demanded that they be obeyed without question. Moving he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her further inside pulling her down into a seat, and turning her back towards the artist. "Across her left shoulder blade, thumb in." Placing his hand over her shoulder blade like he described, fingers brushing the top of her shoulder, thumb stroking her spine briefly to get the example to Eric. Bearing his houses mark, he did not believe even the Sisterhood would have her back if she accomplished what she was meant for here.<br><br>"What other services besides looking pretty can you provide for me Arabella?" Settling himself in a chair across from her his gray eyes fit on her. "Or will you simply sit on a stool whilst i conduct my business." He could only imagine her perching on a stool or in the corner in some form amidst his meetings distracting the people he needed to speak with. <br><br>Eric moved forward finally and took up his needle's starting to do his work, the sharp tips of the needles jabbing expertly into her skin, placing the in deep under several layers so it would stay and show well. The work would certainly take awhile, Valerian had a fair sized hand after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 13:17:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened<strong> Valerian</strong> command the artist, and when pushed into the chair, she bite her lip, to keep the pain out. She had never been touched by man before. Not even hand shakes, so<strong> Valerians </strong>manhandeling was new to her aswell. She tried to keep her mental fortitude, but as <strong>Valerian</strong> asked her&nbsp; that question, all that fortitude started to crumble. Not by the question itself, but the fact that there was some servant hearing them.<br><br><strong>"Mi´lord, as I am Yours, You are the one that should give me my duties. I have been taught many things, from court etiquette to specs of military weaponry. I allso know something about every paths of life there is, and if there is something I dont know, I can allways better myself, if that is what You wish of me, Mi´lord."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 13:44:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Watched her, she seemed to be loosing some of her fortitude, it crumbling between his words, and he suspected the pain of the needles being shoved into her shoulder blade. Shifting slightly while he remained close he leaned back thinking of her, considering what he could use the girl for. Aside from giving her what she wanted and to use her for an incubator for his young. Lifting his hand he brushed his hair from his face slightly. "I will find something for you to do then." Maybe he would use her as a way to keep his people reassured, striking to the Empire through her.<br><br>Eric lifted his head slightly for a moment before looking back down to her back and continuing his work in silence. Outlining the digits and palm against her skin before working the gray ink through the palm of the hand, the coloring of course would take longer...and hurt more. But at least she was staying still long enough for him to work against her back.<br><br>"What is it that you fear most Arabella?" Wondering if he frightened her, she seemed to be growing more and more weary to the situation she was in now, and possibly she would break despite the training she'd been put through.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 14:05:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinded her teeths against one another, as the needle moved across her skin. It was not as nearly as painful as she thought it to be.<strong> Valerians</strong> words on the otherhand sliced much deeper that the needle ever could.<br><br>She was about to declare herself imperivious to fear, but that would have been an lie, and telling forbidden lore about the<strong> Sisterhood</strong>. She thougth something, founding herself being afraid of being alone. That was something she had never been. Alone.<strong> Sisterhood</strong> was filled with acolytes from countless worlds and full mothers that were supervisoring and teaching them. There had allways been someone. <br><strong>"Mi´lord, I am afraid of being alone.&nbsp; It is something I have never felt and I long for social situations."</strong><br><br>She knew that was not direct lie, as she did not say it was her biggest fear, but just something she does fear. Her biggest fear was fear of failure. She did all she could to prevent failure in anything, this mission, <strong>Valerians</strong> orders, anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 14:12:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And now he had a way to punish her, her fear of being alone. If she shared her true fear it would be even easier. But he didn't intend to be unneccesarily cruel, no that was not who he was in the least, he was no Harkonin bastard. Glancing to Eric who was still working he sighed slightly and reached to rub his eyes slightly. "What do you know of the Emperor?" She may have more new then him coming from the Sisterhood. He had to have his facts on this woman before he considered anything further. Though, he was interested in her. She was a beautiful woman after all, that could not be ignored. Using her would be a pleasure, but should he really allow her to conceive an heir? A contraceptive measure could be easily used, and it would prevent the sway of power from changing, whilst still keeping her content in her position.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 17:56:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Emperor, Mi´lord ?" Arabella</strong> asked, her voice trembling all so lightly, as her skin started to feel the pain of the long inking. "<strong>Emperor</strong><strong> was teach´d by the </strong><strong>Sisterhood</strong> <strong>in the past, and now, He rules the known galaxy. There is nothing that I can tell you Mi´lord, that you would not allready know. For his raise to power, was closely recorded as was the first years of the Office.</strong> <strong>Mentats</strong><strong> would be better source of information about</strong> <strong>Benevolant Emperor</strong> <strong>that an young acolyte, Mi´lord"</strong><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 02:13:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodded his head slightly, hearing her voice tremble, though he figured it was from the work, the tattoo was extensive after all, and it was painful, even in small doses. Lifting himself from the chair he turned his back on her as he walked to look at the painting Eric had been working on. She had indeed not told him anything, for he knew what she'd said, and had read the recordings of the rise of the Emperor. They would not help him, though it seemed the Emperor was the only man whom had deftly dealt with the Bene Gesserit and came out cleanly, and clearly on top.<br><br><br>Eric was working steadily knowing his master would want the tattoo finished so they could be away, and clearly did not intend to leave the girl here with him. Though he was still wondering why he had the girl parading around nearly naked showing off all of her pale skin. Especially a Bene Gesserit! Such a disrespect to the Sisterhood, was Valerian truly capable enough to endure the wrath of those women?<br><br>"You will serve my drinks and my meals Arabella, until i can find a better use for you." Since he didn't truly trust her with any matters of importance, not the job in which she was placed. Whom would bear his heir was for him to decide, and he was certainly young enough that the matter need not be taken into anyones hands. The Bene Gesserit assuming as much was insulting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 09:38:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"As you wish Mi´lord."</strong> Arabella replied to her given post. She lowered her face against the chair, grinding her teeths as the needlework was starting to wear her out. <br><br><strong>Eric</strong> toke the sticher away for an while, wiping the small trickles of blood away and watching his work, before digging back in. <br><strong>"Lord Valerian, insignia is allmost ready, Do you want anything else on this inking?"</strong> as his master would know, that it would be best, if the tattoo would be fisnished in one sitting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 10:13:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Moved around to look at the mark on her back for a moment before nodding. "Yes, add in the Bene Gesserit Sigil." It would be a final insult to her Sisterhood. He knew she was not satisfied entirely with the position he had given her, but she would serve it, that much he was sure of as well. Watching as Eric finished up finally and moved to put his needles away he nodded lightly. "You have had a long trip, you should sleep." Eric placed a bandage over the tattoo, taping it down before stepping away glancing back to his painting. <br><br>Valerian turned though and eased out of the artists room, again, assuming she would follow him. For now he didn't have a room finished for her, and considering the choices he made about how to interact with her. The guest chambers for a Bene Gesserit would be, overly dignified. "You will rest in my chambers for now, until other suitable accommodations can be gathered." Pressing the doors to his rooms open he eased inside. The room was filled with more fogwood, making up the dressers, large bed and headboard, and most the other furniature. As well as artifacts collected from around his world.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 10:54:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabellas</strong> mental foritude crumbled bit by bit under the needle. When <strong>Lord Valerian</strong> ordered the <strong>Sisterhoods</strong> sigil to be added to the mark of ownership, she shrugged mentally, knowing that should she fail, she would be doomed. Her degragation was far worst that anything she was taught to go true. Pain and toruture she could have taken, but plain humiliation, for sake or itself was inhuman.<br><br>When <strong>Eric</strong> was finished and started to bandage the tattoo, she noticed<strong> Valerian </strong>exiting the room and ordering her to follow. With weak legs she raised and followed, without an word to the artist. <em>´Hate is an negative emotion.. stay away from negative emotions.. they breed Fear.... Hate is.. ´</em> she was reciting meditative litanies in her mind, trying to keep the breeding hate from gaining foothold in her mind, as it might show in wrong situations. She knew, that she needed to success. Without that, she was nothing.<br><br>The royal bedchambers were magnificant, as she thought they would be, but she hoped to enter the room as welcomed quest, not an objectified slave. There was not much need for her luggage, as she had none. <strong>Reverent Mother</strong> had been very clear with that as they left to the wretched journey. She remembered the day like it were yesterday. She had asked why so few luggage, and <strong>Reverend Mothers</strong> answer was <strong>´Everything has been taken care of.´ </strong>easing the young acolyte. Of course they had known.. they have calculated her to be no better that servant.. no, not even servant. She was proberty.. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 11:43:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside the room he turned to look at her again eying her. "Settle and sleep Arabella." He ordered simply enough even as he moved aside to a desk settling down at it. It was then she could probably try to talk to him if she wanted but he started to go through different reports. Sure, clerks could hand some of the different mediation of this home, but when it came down to it he had to look into things as well.<br><br>Tilting his head down to the papers on the desk he continued working through it, marking the papers casually, eying the reports continuously. Pretty much ignoring Arabella for the time as he worked, there was other things that he had to deal with besides her, even if she was a current problem.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 12:02:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> was reliefed by the small freedom, but something in<strong> Valerians</strong> words made her at unease.<br>She stod in her place for some time, watching if that was an trick of some sort, but as <strong>Valerian</strong> started to go thrue some reports, she moves to the edge of the bed, sitting on it, and looking as Valerian again, if that made him stir. She waited good few minutes and then as nothing happened, she pulled the cover off, sliding herself under it and crossing her arms over her breasts, like she were mummified. Her breathing was steady and deep, but her mind was racing.<br><br>She was evaluating the day. First, she was left of, by those she owned her life to, and given to an backwater barbarian. Then she was reduced to an object, marked, humiliated but not touched.<br>Maybe<strong> Mothers </strong>had made an mistake, and she had been wrong with her assesment. Maybe <strong>Lord Valerian</strong> did not find her pleasing? Its not like that were the first mistake made by the <strong>Sisterhood</strong>,<strong> The Other Memory</strong> was filled with failures, quickly to be remedied. But this was her failure.. how could that be remedied? They would send someone more pleasing to the <strong>Lord</strong>, and what would become of her? Defiled and humiliated failure of an <strong>acolyte</strong>...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 12:34:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tell me your thoughts Arabella?" He spoke without even looking up, he wanted to know what put such a thoughtful expression on her face. It was then that she had slipped up most, when she wasn't paying as much attention to herself, and importantly to him, when she let herself slip up and attempt to relax a bit is when he could notice things more easily. Here Bene Gesserit control was not perfect after all, she was but an acolyte, not a Reverend Mother, she had not been manipulating the strings of mankind long herself. Though the memories of the women before her guided her more surely then anything else, or at least he believed that was her source. He did not know when they truly brought the sisters into those memories, no nobody but the Sisterhood, and maybe the Emperor knew such intimate details.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 12:49:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> was spooked. Not something that was done easily. Her thought progress was interupted, and she turned to look at<strong> Valerian. "Mi´lord.</strong> <strong>I was going thrue the day, and all that happened. Do I not please you or be of your liking? I was send here, for you, and to strengthen your lineage. All that I have told you freely, and yet you force your mark on me, defile me with Your words and humiliate me infront of</strong><strong> Your</strong> <strong>servants. I know my place, and I will do what ever</strong> <strong>Your Lordship</strong> <strong>require of me... but I´m not.. used to things of this nature. Those were my thoughts</strong><strong> Mi´lord.</strong>" she tried to keep her voice at level, but her eyes shines like they wer filled with moist. She worked hard not to show her emotions to the brute. Speaking her mind, she turned to look at the ceiling again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 13:03:07</strong>
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				Heard her and took a easy breath as he focused on her still calmly for the moment. "You are pleasing to the eye Arabella." He described easily before he stood up and push his fingers through his hair tucking it behind his ear casually. "I placed my mark on you because you are mine now, period. The Bene Gesserit have given you to me, they have sold you like cattle to me. And i have marked you as mine." Moving a few of his papers over he settled them on a stack slightly. "My staff must see you as who you are, my servant, not a Bene Gesserit advisor." A show of strength was important, and maybe in privacy he would be a ounce kinder to her and show interest in her. "You will either accept it. Or you could request to be returned to your Bene Gesserit sisters?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 13:15:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The wooden ceiling had image of an lush forest encarved no, growth to it. <strong>Arabella</strong> tried to use that image as an meditative tool , but when <strong>Valerian</strong> spoke to her, she lost the focus.<strong> "I accept Your markings, as I made it clear. I am Yours, but do you mark everything You own like you have done to me?"</strong> she toke an deep breath, fighting off her raising feelings <strong>"I care nothing about Your staff, as they mean nothing to me. I am to fullfill my role, and it was not to advice You, Mi´lord. For that, Sisterhood would have send someone more suitable for that. I am, an acolyte, and my mission do not require knowledge."</strong> Her words did not reflect her mood at all. Even she spoke of her mission very bluntly and her role in it, she felt sick. She had hopes and dreams like any other. They were far from being an breeding bitch of an some ignorant brute, somewhere noone had heard before. When <strong>Valerian</strong> dropped the last bomb, she turned to look at him <strong>"Mi´lord, I ask nothing of the kind. I accept everything and anything You deem fit, as I am Yours."</strong> this time, her tone of voice was falthering.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 13:30:00</strong>
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				"Not all of my property could be seen as a spy from foreign power Arabella, and you may not care about my staff, but i do." His tone was firm on the matter. And she was correct, she was sent for a role, a role that he did not necessarily wish her to fill. "Has the Bene Gesserit ever considered that i would wish my own wife, and heir to my house? Rather then one given to me by one of their puppets?" She claimed to accept everything he deemed fit, yet she was bothered by what he then did. It was a contradiction of herself, maybe he should put her to the limits of what she would accept. Maybe make her a reward for some of his security staff, make her really fear what she could end up becoming on this planet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 14:22:58</strong>
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				<strong>"An spy, Mi´lord? Surely You dont think Sisterhood would harbor spied at its midst. And the Sisterhood has considered and valued the suitable candidates for all noble houses. As the bettering of mankind, is its sole purpose." Arabella </strong>was truely thinking that. <strong>Sisterhood</strong> was beyond reaproach in her mind, as it was the Shinnig Beacon of Hope, the mankind has, for better future. The indoctorination was through. <strong>"And the consensus, of Your lineage to mingle with those of the lesser blood, would inevitably come to an downfall of Your ancient lineage. Thats why I was send, Mi´lord. You can marry who ever You choose, but I am here to carry Your Heir. With that, You can ensure superior bloodline in the future." </strong>she looked at him, taking an small pause, she continued <strong>"And Sisterhood have no intrest of puppeteer anyone, as You must be sure of."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 14:36:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gave a scoff, he was not a fool, even if he was from a minor house. The Bene Gesserits were master spies. They may not spy for any of the houses, but there words always got back to the Reverend Mothers. She may be deluded into following the religion she was raised in dutifully, but he was not going to allow her to brainwash him with any such nonsense. "With that theory in mind, would you fail, and have to leave if married a woman from a noble house and not one of lesser blood." It of course wasn't something he was considering, but it was a chink in her plans, in the plans the Bene Gesserit told her, if her purpose was only to have a superior heir, he could do so with one of the other great houses families, and merge and grow his house. Rather then placing a seed on this concubine witch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 15:01:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Mi´lord, I think You have misunderstod the intentions of Sisterhood, alltogether. The Heir between You and me, would be superior genetic material, hence the superior bloodline. Its nothing to do with politics at all, but to better mankind, an in same issue, give You the Heir that You can be proud of."</strong><br><br><strong>Arabella</strong> sidestepped the whole failure and sending back comment, knowing it will not come to that, if she had anything to say about it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 15:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am not concerned with the superior bloodline of mankind." He was concerned with his own blood, and his houses line, it was his world. Their house was small and their people devious in nature. But he did not need to further any thing for the Bene Gesserit. Moving away from his desk he moved over to her reaching out and touching her face. "Do you, truly believe that it has nothing to do with Politics?" He wondered if she truly was this naive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 15:20:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"I know it has nothing to do with politics. And as you got me, and the political leverage, of the Sisterhood, Heir with me, would benefist You in your quest to better Your standing. There is the politic entanglement, but its all Your making. Sisterhood is only intrested in the genetic lineages." </strong><strong>Arabella </strong>shivers lightly as <strong>Valriean</strong> touch her face, but makes no effort to turn away.<strong> "Thats why, I was offered to You in the firstplace. Your benefit as well as further the mankinds evolution. There, I hold nothing back, as I lay my mission at Your feet."</strong> Sure, the <strong>Sisterhood</strong> had allready got the artifact and they had more plans that <strong>Arabella</strong> was aware of, but those were not her conserns.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 01:50:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shook his head she truly was naive and empty of the foresights that people in his position were required to look into. She was a puppet being played by the strings. A brainwashed cult member and there was little he could do to change that. Fine, he didn't care, let her believe what she would, convincing her otherwise was unnecessary work, and would only inspire her to be rebellious, he religious belief in her Sisterhood was what kept her meek and sub-servant. "You may still complete your mission some day Arabella." He spoke scooping his fingers into her hair and gripping it lifting her face some. He dipped and licked across her lips before kissing them, pressing his lips firmly against her lips and letting his tongue delve between her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 06:02:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> shivered from the sudden grip of her hair and the forward kiss on her lips. She involunteary parted her lips and felt <strong>Valerians</strong> tongue exploring her mouth. She tried to kept her pose, but was forced to take hold from the bed by her hands, revealing her breasts. <br><br><strong>Valerians</strong> words made an impact. She should work harder. This man would fell under her charms, just like she had been taught. She only would need to let him have his way with her.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt her loins moist, as the primal feminity started to raise in her mind. She was girl, not yet woman, but her hormones were perfected by the genetic breeding. And she was the perfect match, for <strong>Valerians </strong>genetics, maybe too perfect match, as even his musk was awakening her more primal nature.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 06:18:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kept his hand knotted in her hair holding her in place while he let his tongue swirl inside of her mouth. He knew the Bene Gesserit were devious. They chose a woman that fitted to him. She was beautiful, her skin smooth and pale, her body slight but fit. Even her long hair was something that attracted him. And part of it made him furious as much as it attracted him. Drawing his mouth away from her he pushed her roughly away onto the bed, casting her away as easily as he had stole her to kiss. Turning his back on her as if he was rejecting even the sight of her body half bared from under the sheet.<br><br>Moving he settled back down at his desk again he had work to do, and he would ignore this attraction built in him, he focused on the papers again spreading them out. "Sleep Arabella." He ordered again as coldly as he had spoken to her earlier, ignoring her nudity as easily now as he had after she first stripped.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 07:29:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> felt violated. Her body screamed for intimacy, but <strong>Valerian</strong> just tossd her aside like an ragdoll. In her mind, she allready submitted to his abuse, but that did not happen. What was the matter with this man ? <br><br>She tried to get some sleep, but it just did not come. Too many thoughts in her mind, breaking her sleep cycle, but after good thirty minutes, she descided to sink into trained meditative trance, to let her body rest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 07:42:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Had noticed her having difficulty getting to sleep but he said nothing, focusing on his work and when she finally stilled down his eyes lifted to watch her for a time. She was going to be a problem, she could get under his skin and that frustrated him, and only made him want to put her in her place even more. Into the the place her people had made her into. She was an incubator to them, nothing more. But they wanted to use it to get at him, that much he was sure of. There was not a single move made in the universe which could be truly benevolent amongst the houses and the Bene Gesserit. The mentats were the most fair, their logical thinking making it nigh impossible for them to be corrupted entirely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 08:41:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Meditative trance was not as restful as true sleep, but it still got the job done. Arabellas was body relaxing, yet her mind stayed sharp. She knew, she could try <strong>the Voice</strong>, on him, but if that would fail, everything would come crumbling down. It would be best saved for the last resort. How would it feel... she found her mind side tracking, as her primal feminity reacted to <strong>Lord Valerians</strong> mere presence. She quickly steeled her mind and started to recite the litanies of harmony again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 08:52:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Finishing his work finally he stepped away from the desk drawing his shirt off and moving to toss it on the floor. He was not getting ready to take her but ready for bed, the sun had sank away, and it left the stars bright enough to make a twilight glow. True dark rarely came to Ecaz, but it was dim enough to be easy for any to sleep in. Hands dripping his undid his pants and took them off after kicking his boots off. Walking naked to one of the windows glancing out it for a moment relaxed, even with her there he was confident. If she was sharp enough, and he eyes were open she'd see that a hand was tattooed across his shoulder in the same spot he'd had one placed on her. While she was property, it was a vague link. So was part of the Royal House of Halten.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 09:32:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At somepoint, her trance transformed to sleep, as she got her body under control. Her dreams, detailed as ever, wer not her own. They were sensual and centered to her current place in life. She knew how to manipulate dreams normally, but these were not under her control. She was at his mercy. Forced to do anything and everything he said, to gain an chance to fullfill her mission. She slavered at his commands, trying to fullfill everything, but there was allways something, that was wrong making her fail and keep the prize away. Deeds turned more and more humiliating and degrading, more she failed.<br><br>When she finally woke, she was sweating under the blanket, and by the teachings, she remebered everything clearly.<br><br><strong>Valerian</strong> was sleeping on the otherside of the bed, his back at her and in th dim lighting, she noticed the tattoo on his back aswell, allmost reaching out and touching it. She hovered her left palm above the ink and it was clear to her, that the tattoo on <strong>Valerians</strong> back was made to him, when he was small boy. Maybe by his father? <br><br>She toke her hand away and slowly raided to meet the morning sun of the planet <strong>Ecaz</strong>. She moved to the balcony, greated by the fresh morning wing. It smelled and tasted pure. One of the few things she really loved here. <strong>Arabella </strong>being raised in monastery enviroment, in city that engulfed whole planet, she had never seen an fresh nature on its beauty, and now she tried to toke it all in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 09:45:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Had slept deeply and blissfully free of dreams. When he woke and rolled over she was not in his bed, instead she was out on his balcony, still only in the panties she'd allowed her to keep. His eyes tightened for a moment. Before he couldn't help but notice just how relaxed she seemed to be. He'd grown up here, and grown up the the fresh mornings and even then he still loved them. It as a place to be at peace and enjoy. Something he could never imagine of the Bene Gesserit homeplanet. Shaking his head he did not see a reason to bark and order at her yet. <br><br>Instead he stood from bed moving towards the bathroom, a hot shower to wake up too was best. Pausing before he slipped into the bathroom. "Arabella, have breakfast from the kitchens ready for me when im finished with my shower." It was a simple order, even if he had not shown her where anything was. But she would also have to deal with the staff of his home in her exposed form , and not simply Eric, but anyone who she happened on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 12:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The serenity the felt was shattered by <strong>Valerians</strong> command. She turned and curtseyd to him <strong>"Yes Mi´lord"</strong><br><strong>Arabella</strong> knew he was testing her still. She moved back in, and went to the desk, trying to find somekind of map or anything that might indicate the location of the kitchen.<br><br>After quick search, she found none and exited the maindoors, knowing fully well the exposure <strong>Valerian </strong>was put her thrue.<br><br>At this time, there was not many people up at the corridors, but those few, the guards, noticed her and chuckled of her nudity. She held her gaze low, as she did not want them to see what she might feel, as she made her way to the first floor. <br><br>On the end of the long wooden stairs, she noticed an older man, wearing <strong>Halten</strong> livery who was giving an inspection to one of the statues on the hall. He had seen <strong>Arabella</strong> aswell, but made no indication to talk to her. <br><br><strong>Arabella</strong> moved before the man and curtseyd to him aswell, speaking with level tone <strong>"Sir, I am looking for the kitchen of the house, as I am to bring <strong>Lord Valerians</strong> breakfast to him."</strong><br><br>If <strong>Arabellas</strong> nudity made any impact to him, was hard to tell, as the stonefaced butler just sighed and sad <strong>"Follow me, Sister"</strong> knowing well who she was, but in all his years he did not thought to see the day. They walked into more crowded corridor, where servants were busying, making everything ready for the upcoming day. <strong>Arabella</strong> got a lot of sideways looks, as they did not know who she was, or why there was practically naked woman at their midst. Butler got her into the kitchen, and the breakfast was ready to be shipped in, by an maid. The butler told her to give the tray to<strong> Arabella,</strong> and made sure, that noone asked or said anything, while Arablella was there. It become clear to her, that this butler dislikes her. As she left the kitchen and the door was closing, there was storm of questions and laughter at her expense. She hear´d some of it, and knew that in end of the day, everyone here knew of her predicament. She was beneath even the lowliest of servants.<br><br>She tried to hurry back to<strong> Valerians </strong>room, but as there had been an change of guard, the new guards did not let her thru. <br><strong>"Girl, where do you think your going in that ´outfit´?"</strong> one of the guards asked, smiling and licking her lips, while rest of them circled <strong>Arabella</strong> like wolves.<br><strong>Arabella</strong> flushed bright red, down to her navel, trying to hold the tray and her eyes at the floor <strong>"Sir, I am Lord Valerians ..concubine.. "</strong>she had hard time saying that to the rough man before her. <strong>"and I´m to deliver his breakfast.. could you please let me pass?</strong>" <br><strong>"Concubine ?" </strong>the guard asked <strong>"That cant be right, Lord would never allow his concubine walk around the halls, dressed like common whore. Maybe you are an assassin? Should we make an strip search ?"</strong> he asked, trying to get encouragement from his fellows, but all he got was laughter, in <strong>Arabellan</strong> expanse and one of them said <strong>"Iwe just go an memo, that clarifies her. She may go in"</strong>.&nbsp; <strong>Arabellas</strong> hand trembled, as she was let go in. She knew, that without that memo, she would have been throughly searched by the honorguard. As she entered Lord Valerians private chambers, she hear´d the guard say <strong>"damn shame.. I would given my left hand to search that girl"</strong><br><br>The door was opened to her and she slipped in, closing the door behind her, as she moved to the desk, placing the tray there. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 14:09:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist eyes catching her stepping in to set the tray down. She almost had not made it in time. But he wouldn't punish her for something as simple as that, he was sure she had to walk past many people. That was enough to make her feel like nothing. Moving forward he reached to pick up a piece of fruit off the tray. "Are you hungry Arabella?" He asked lightly enough his gaze on her, his mood had improved from his shower, he was feeling refreshed and clean which always made him a bit lighter in spirit.<br><br>Plucking up another slice of peach he offered it out to her, held in his finger tips. From the way he held it he obviously did not want her to take it with her fingers from his hand. But eat it from his fingers, like a well trained pet getting a treat off of masters table. It wasn't meant to directly degrade her, but it certainly would only add to her current feelings of servitude and capture to have to eat from his fingers for her meals, though, it would be better then eating from the floor, things could always be worse.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 14:25:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Mi´lord, I have not eaten in day. Yes I am hungry."</strong> <strong>Arabella</strong> answered and looked at him and the slice of peach in his hand.&nbsp; Her eyes noticed the form he was holding it and she kept her pose, not hungry enought to be humiliated. <strong>"But I can wait for dinner." </strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 14:42:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shook his head simply, that would not do, moving forward he cupped her face with his other hand. "A lover would eat if i offered them some of my breakfast?" He spoke holding her chin even as he moved and brushed the peach over her lips, the fruit was wet with the juices it was kept in to keep it fresh. "Wont you? Isn't that what you wish to be?" A pet, a lover sharing his breakfast, the image could be made one in the same if one looked at it that way.<br><br>His thumb rubbed over her cheek slightly waiting to see if she would take the fruit with his second offer, as she said, she was hungry, they were both sure of that. Would she do the wise thing and accept the food he held. "The peaches are very good this time of year." Eyes intent on her, would she discard the gift he held at her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 17:46:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> shivered lightly, when<strong> Valerian</strong> toke hold of her chin <strong>"Lover would. But I had an assumption, You did not want me&nbsp; in that position, and I never thougth this would end up as an love affair. More of an business deal, where You would get everything."</strong> She focused her eyes streight forward, not revealing her thoughts. <strong>"But I would take breakfast, if offered, Mi´lord"</strong> She would not be made to beg for food... thats inhuman, even for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 05:05:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He heard the tone in her voice a spiteful stubbornness, refusal to submit to his will on the matter. And it pleased him in a way, seeing that she was not a completely spineless creature. After all, what woman would deserve to bear his heir if she held no spine. Moving he lifted the slice of peach into his own mouth. But guided her mouth to his own kissing her deep, his tongue pressing against her lips and pushing them apart to delve into her mouth. Guiding the slice of fruit into her mouth and against her tongue, the sweetness of the fruit flavoring the roughness of his kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 06:01:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> stod in her place, but when <strong>Valerian</strong> forced his peachy kiss on her and she tasted the fruit, she hungrily returned the kiss, trying to stole the piece of peach. She found herself being famised.<br><br>She felt the same primal heat starting to build in her, that she felt last night. Her whole being was wired to the tune, that <strong>Valerians</strong> musk was playing. She knew it, but tried to fight it as best as she could. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 06:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulled away finally leaving the fruit in her mouth. "Eat." He spoke turning her to the tray of food. He would get another, but he knew she had not eaten in a while and she was obviously hungry. Moving away slightly he lifted one of the data tablets. Checking things on it calmly, his fingers working over the flat screen before frowning. "It seems, that you have caused quite a stir in my household this morning." He gave a slight sigh. "I may have to allow you to wear a robe about the keep." Mostly because the Butler said it startled and ceased much of the work in the house. And more so the men were still talking about her, she'd likely get manhandled if she went about naked constantly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 06:30:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She did not need another reason. <strong>Arabella </strong>dug into the plate, and after few bites she realised what she done.<strong> "Thank you Mi´lord"</strong> those three words were hardest she had ever said. The hunger clouded her pride for an few seconds. Saying that, she toke few more bites, now with lesser fervor. <br><br>As Valerian checked the data tablets and commented about the incident <strong>"I am sorry, Mi´lord. I tried not to draw attention to myself. But I would like very much to be dressed."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 06:44:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyed her for the moment. "Your welcome." He spoke before turning his attention back to the data for the moment, shifting things around on the tablet. He heard her comment and admission about wanting to be dressed. "Will i have to worry about you hiding devices on you?" Even though he knew the answer, he wanted to hear her say it. His trust still wasn't there, but he knew he'd have more problems with his staff if he didn't clothe her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 07:34:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She toke one more bite and looked at Valerian. <strong>"Of course not, Mi´lord, you never had."</strong> That probably did not ease his worries, but what else could she say?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 03:42:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Knew that she could tell him no more truly enough. Moving he sent another note towards one of the servants out in the halls. They brought a bundle finally enough. Moving from the desk, going over to the servant and taking it. It was a white gauzy outfit, that would cling to her, but it would still hide very little of her body, just enough to be considered decent. Moving he placed it next to the tray of food. "You'll wear this now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 07:02:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> finished the plate, and looked at the piece <strong>Valerian</strong> was showing to her. Even it was allmost scandalously revealing, she was glad she got even that. <strong>"Thank you Mi´lord. Am I allowed to still wear my panties?"</strong> There was spark of spite in her voice, that she could not hide.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 08:25:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Heard the spite in her voice and frowned deeply turning on her. "Should i take it back and make my staff deal with your nudity Arabella? Perhaps take even your panties away, and resend my order to the guards that they are not allowed to touch you?" His voice was harsher, his tone cold, he was being fairly kind to her, and giving her something more to where, responding with such a bleak tone annoyed him. "Maybe show you just how bad i can make it for you, so you truly appreciate what i do give you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 09:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bit her lip, not to reply with overly sarcastic tone <strong>"Mi´lord, I was only refering to Your words, so i would not missinterpit them. You said,´You wear this.´ I would not want to displease you, Mi´lord"</strong><br><br>Spiteful tone was still present, yet she tried to take the edge off from it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 04:39:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyes narrowed, she was being sarcastic still, slightly, and it annoyed him. "So you do have some fire in you, don't you Arabella? Once you scrape deep enough you tire of the abuse that can yet come your way." He spoke while his eyes remained firm on hers, tight and glaring. His fingers caught into her hair and lifted her face towards him gripping her firmly, bringing his face closer to hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 09:32:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This time, <strong>Arabella</strong> turned her face away, knowing her eyes would betray her, and show her hateful feelings.<strong> "No Mi´lord, I am grateful for everything You have given me and if You want, I will wear thin gladly" </strong>she placed her hand on the gown on the desk, trying to diffuse the situation, before it got any worse.<br><br>Her breathing got slightly shallower as she realiced that her body was again starting to react on <strong>Valerians</strong> musk and she hated it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 09:38:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gave a exasperated sigh shaking his head as she had turned her head away. The position she was in, she saw only his cruelty, and nothing of what she wanted. Thinking she would fail at what she wanted, and fail to be able to succeed with her mission. Before she could lift the fabric he brought himself closer to her. His hand smoothing down to brush against the expanse of her ass covered in panties yet. Scooping beneath and between, he pressed his fingers against the length of her mound, letting his finger tips stroke along her slit. Letting his fingers feel the definition of her slit as he stroked her intimately his face coming close to her hair.<br><br>Turning his head he pressed his nose into her hair taking a deep breath of her scent as he invaded her presence and touched her body as he pleased. Fingers flexing and rubbing along her slit, feeling how it warmed more, and moistened faintly at his touches to her. "Mmmm maybe your body is suited to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 13:08:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> felt micro shivers explode throught her body as <strong>Valerian</strong> touches her mould. If the mare smell of him was turning her on, the touch was like fire. Her sentient part of brain fought against him, yet her body was flushed with lust. The Sisterhood was really found the right counterpart to <strong>Lord Valerian</strong>, atleast physical level. <strong>Arabella</strong> tried to fight with all her willpower, not to show her aroused state, but her in her naivity, she didnt know much about sex. Her pussy gushed out juices allmost instantly, soiling her pants, her heart skipping an beat and she tried to hold her breath. The touch exploded her first ever orgasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 00:02:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felt her body tensing above his hand while he rubbed his fingers against her sex, rubbing his fingers along her slit still while his fingers dug against her pert young labia. Fingers brushing along her clit between her labia rubbing her sex, massaging while he teased her sex. Her panties feeling damp from the panties fit up against her body.&nbsp; "You feel delicious Arabella." He spoke admitting her cunt felt good and warm beneath his hand while he taunted her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 11:30:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keeping head face turned away, she tired to hide her building heat, and the discomfort she felt in her mind. She expressed all visible signs of arousal, her nipples hardening, skin felt warmth, breathing irregulary, but all this was lost to her. She thougth that she was master of disquise, or atleast could hide what she felt. <br><strong>"Mi´lord, should I put this one.."</strong> <strong>Arabella</strong> asked, holding the cloth under her palm, as every word <strong>Valerian</strong> said, slashed against her crumbling mental fortifications. And she thougth that he said them out of spite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 12:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He heard her attempting to ask, but he felt her body more interested in the touches he was placing on it. his hand kneading against her groin, rubbing along her slit. Tracing over her mound, massaging it and playing with her pussy. Moving to rub his fingers against the sweet bud of her clit through the panties. <br><br>"You should concentrate on the matter at hand." He spoke while he kept his hand against her form rubbing the wet panties against her sex while he kept pressed close to her form slightly. A hand lifting up to cup against her bare breast, playing his thumb over her tight nipple, pinching it rubbing into it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 23:26:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella </strong>knew <strong>Valerian</strong> was just playing with her. She was taught to submit.. but somehow it was hard to do.. to an man, that was forcing her to be less than servant.. <strong>"Lord.. if You want to use me, you do so.. I am Yours to do what you wish.. I gladly take what is coming. " </strong>her tone fluctuated, and expression spoke in volumes against what she just said, as she was going self searching and fighting against her teachings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 02:36:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lifted a eyebrow, he could hear in her voice that what she said was not what she wanted. That she didn't want him to take her, didn't want him to use her as she was sent to be used. His hand continued to flex and rub against her slit though. Soon he drew her panties aside so his fingers were smoothing and rubbing over her hairless mound. Massaging his fingers into the wetness gathered with her arousal. Plucking at her nipple somewhat sharply with each pull at it, twisting it lightly.<br><br>"Mmmm you don't want me to use you, you hate me right now." He spoke, knowingly, he could feel it, she despised where she was placed, forced under his palm, forced to submit to his will, not how she expected, but however he wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 12:29:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Yes Mi´lord, I mean, no Mi´lord. I am Your to do what ever thine wishes.."</strong> she made herself move toward <strong>Valerian.</strong> Sure she hated him and despiced everything he made the feel, but her brainwashing and selective breeding forced her to submit, if not mentally, then on physical level. <strong>"Mi´lord, I am not.. skilled.. "</strong> she lowered her eyes, in for of submission as she continued<strong> ".. and I know my place, so command me.."</strong> those words wounded her pride more that anything she had done or said before. She knew, that without this mission, she was nothing, and without seeing this thru, she were nothing. Her<strong> Bene Gesserit</strong> teaching circling in her mind, she tried to find an mantra suitable for this, but found nothing. Emptiness of thought.<br><br>Volunteary, she lowered her arms by her side and gaze lowered stod before her <strong>Lord </strong>and owner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 05:22:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Could hear the conflict in her, wanting to despise him and refuse his touches. While at the same time compelled with every ounce of her lives training to comply to them and submit to him. The conflict was delicious and enticing in its own, it only made him want to make her walk that edge more, that finely honed edge, to cut the soles of her feet on it and taste the edges of betraying herself, and giving into the pleasure he sought to taunt her body with. She had not yet won her mission, he would not give into her entirely, but take a pleasure in making her body crave him while he mind hated him.<br><br>Lifting his hands he cupped her breasts, small but supple, letting his thumbs rub over the pale pink of the her nipples. Which had darkened and hardened to the attentions he'd already given her body, puckering into tighter buds, and making her breasts more taunt and attentive, perking forward to be touched. "Your body is warm, and your pulse is racing." He spoke, pinching her nipples, not overly hard, but firmly, as if testing how much he could squeeze them before she would flinch, or moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 14:21:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella,</strong> she tried to hold off her arousal, but was fighting an losing battle. Her mind screamed against all this, but her body betrayed her. Keeping her eyes allmost closet and down casted, she whispered in trembling tone <strong>"Mi' lord.. "</strong> her thought cut sharply, when<strong> Valerian </strong>pinched her nipple and made her moan in pain and pleasure.&nbsp; She seamingly shgugged, as she legs were getting weak, and her panties were soiled. <br><br>She has been indoctrinated by the Sisterhood, to withstand allmost anything, yet her body was one of an hormon raging teenager, keyd to his specific aroma. It started to make her eyes watery and her juices leaking, as the first ever orgams was starting to subside, giving room for more, as <strong>Valerian </strong>was relentlesly torturing her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 14:31:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He heard her words, the tone of them were delicious, he could tell she loved the touch, even the sharp pinch against her nipple. His fingers teasing along her sex before he finally released her nipple. Dipping his head he brushed his lips over her ear and a neck slightly. "You fight my touch so much." His hand kept working against her sex, massaging over her slit, smoothing along her slit back and forth, rubbing the panties into her lips. Massaging and pushing against her sex, rubbing her clit.<br><br>Oh it made him hard, made him want to take her body, a hand captured one of hers and lifted it to his own groin, the light lounge pants he wore barely withheld the thick cock that lay beneath, aching and wanting, hard and ready even if he would not give himself to her yet. Not take her sweet body, instead show her how she made his own body react. "This should please you Arabella, proof your body does attract me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 09:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She held her breathing, as she was quickly building an second orgasm in her life. She hated everything.<strong> The Sisterhood</strong>, this man, herself...Everything was betraying her. Mantras were hard to grasp, and when <strong>Valerian</strong> whispered to her ear, she moaned involuntearly, and when he continues to mock her, by tormening her, she let out an soft wail, her pussy muscles gripping at his fingers, like trying to burst the life out of them.<br><br>Her breathing was irregular, and as she spoke, there was unwanted pauses <strong>"<strong>Mi' lord</strong>, it pleases..me that you find... me pleasing"</strong> She was still keeping her gaze averted and eyes semiclosed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 12:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Could tell her body was getting closer again, closer to another orgasm, another betrayal of her own. Drawing his hand from her sex he turned away from her, lifting his fingers licking at them slightly. "Put on your gown." It was a soft order as he made his way away from him, passing through the room to gather clothes for himself and heading into the bathroom to get himself cleaned up. Wanting to deny her as well as himself, it ached almost to do so though.<br><br>Getting out of the shower he dried himself before dressing calmly, brushing his fingers through his damp hair he tucked it away from his face before easing out of the bedroom. "Come." Walking out of the bedroom, he eased towards the kitchens, after giving her his breakfast he had not eaten yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 00:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> was furious. He was playing her, making her body betray herself and then dumb her like an cheap slut. She tried to mount words, but the afterglow surging throught her body made it hard, so she jsut pulled the gown on her and obidiently follower him, staining the gown, as it was clincing to her coaking crotch, marking her arousal to anyway, lookng at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 07:16:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved to get himself a tray so he could have breakfast as well glancing to her. "Ask for some more if you are still hungry Arabella." He ordered simply while he lifted a piece of bacon enjoying it while he moved away from the counter making his way towards one of the main halls, he usually let his people come to him and bring problems before him in the mornings. So he could consul them personally, wanting to be close to his people so they felt connected to him. That they could trust him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 10:32:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Thank you Mi' lord, Im full"</strong> that was actual truth, but she still wanted him to hear that, as she followed him around. She felt humbled, to be shown like that to his servants, but ti was better to have some clothes, that none. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 20:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moved into the main hall and settled into the large chair that he had for the audiences. Settling where he was he set the tray on one of the counters beside him lifting up some of the food and taking a bite licking his lips. Turning his gaze towards her. "Sit." He spoke pointing to the floor next to his chair before looking forward again. People would come in to bring up their problems, for him to consul them over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 00:06:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As <strong>Valerian</strong> gives the short and clearly demeaning order, Arabella bit her lip not to comment on it, but toke the place he ordered, kneeling and sitting on her legs, keeping her eyes down. She noticed the stein on the dress, blushing crimson for few moments, before she gets her breathing in check.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 00:20:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she settled he let the people start to bring their problems forth, and soon enough his hand was drifted down to by her head. Fingers brushing through her hair, fingering through her hair tenderly, petting along her hair slightly, tucking it to one side of her face while he continued to pet and stroke through her hair. <br><br>His people thought he was fair obviously, and when he wasn't faced against the Bene Gesserit, it quickly became clear that he was a fair and fairly compassionate man. The way he treated her was a reflection of the conflict she had forced him into, that her cult had. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 07:56:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hated him. She hated herself and her<strong> Sisterhood</strong>. They raised her to be obidient, dedicated and goal oriented. All those three things, she mastered, and they sold her as an object, something to satisfy their web of plans. She felt so cheap, kneeling before her owner. His subjects must have been laughing their ass´es if they knew who she were.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 08:39:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kept his hands in her hair, brushing his fingers through her hair before gripping it slightly tilting her hair up some. "You are behaving well Arabella, keep it up." He knew she was hating it, he could tell, but he returned his attention to his people letting them cycle through the room to finish their pleadings and he sent them and everyone else away. Gripping her hair he hauled her up off the ground hands grasping her hips and pulling her down into his lap facing away from him. She'd be able to feel his length still stiff in his pants through the slightness of her gown, rubbing against her butt as he made her settle in place. "You are free to speak Arabella." He wanted to hear her rebukes he knew she had them, he could force her physically about, that was easy enough he wanted her mind to rage at him, it was when she was honest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 08:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sit on his lap, feeling his manhood stiffen. <strong>"Mi' lord, you debase me lower that servants.. what would you want me to say? That i like it? No, I hate it, and I am sure you know it too.. and still force me throught it. I am allso sure, that you will not let me to finish my mission, as you think it will put you into bad position, with is false I might add. As soon as we get this over with, sooner you can get rid of me, and you can send me anywhere, but you must see the merits the Sisterhoods offering."</strong> She fumed inside, still way too afraid to let it all come out, knowing that might seriously dent her mission.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 08:54:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gave a chuckle, still fighting for her mission even as he put her through the tortures that she hated so much. Moving her grabbed her thighs and spread them wide, forcing her legs to hook over the arms of his chair. Moving he yanked up the gown moving he lifted his hips. Rubbing grinding his length against her bare mound between her sweet thighs. "Do you want me to let you finish your mission Arabella?" He spoke while he ground his length into her body perched above him with the position he put her in. The trouble was, his family had difficulty impregnating women, they were not infertile, just not overly so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 09:01:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The penetration scared her, as it was one of the steps to gaining <strong>Motherhood</strong> among the <strong>Sisterhood</strong>, and the vile spreading of her legs, and his manhood pressing against her ass, made her regret her words.<br><strong>"Mi´lord, please this is no place for this..."</strong> Arabellas[/b] voice trembled as she turned her face away.<br><br>Atleast she was allowed to wear panties, no matter how ruined they were. she toke solace from them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 09:19:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why? We are alone, and this is my home." He spoke holding her hips while he rolled his own hips, and moving her hips, so they were grinding against each other. Rubbing her pussy over his thick length even with clothes in the way. Keeping her tight against him while he groaned slightly, enjoying the feel of her body as much as he could without actually being inside of her hot cunt.<br><br>His hands slipped up to cup against her breasts from her hips, gripping her breasts and kneading them, squeezing and rubbing them while he kept his length pressed taunt against her. "This is what you want, is it not?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 09:33:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"No Mi' lord.. this is humiliating.. " </strong>she voice trembling and her body reacting strongly as ever for the movement. Her nippes stirring allmost throught the fabric of the dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 09:49:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keep massaging her breasts rolling them in his palms, playing against her nipples pinching them, tugging them slightly, twisting and teasing it while he held her tits in his hand. Even while he lifted his hips some, pushing against her and rubbing into her. "Is it? Isnt this what you wanted? To hold a child of mine, you need to have sex with me to have a child of mine, you know that well enough dont you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 09:57:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip, <strong>Arabella</strong> nods, as shes experiencing another orgasm building <strong>"Yes Mi´lord.... but not like this.. its not prober."</strong> Her body involunteary grinding against Valerians cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 10:08:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not proper for a religion to sell their young away to others either." He spoke feeling her grinding back into him. Pushing towards her as she rubbed into him, he reacted with her rubbing teasing his length against her as well, enjoying her bodies response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 10:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When<strong> Valerian </strong>reminded her of her status, tears begun to flow, but she moved her hands to her crotch, as to pull her panties off. The pain inside her screaming for release, thou her mind tried to fight an losing fight against the primal needs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 10:23:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew he'd broken something in her again when she moved her hands down. Her tears feel soon enough, he could feel them wet on the backs of his hands. Moving he dropped his hand down scooping into her panties. Cupping his hand against her groin, rubbing against her slick sex rather than fucking her, teasing it with his palm. "I will not toss you aside like the Bene Gesserit have." Even if he would not keep her as what she thought she should be, he would not thwo her away as she expected. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 10:27:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept moaning and squirming. <strong>"I care not, what you do to me Mi' lord, as I am Yours.."</strong> she tried to find sanctuary in the submissivess she was trained, yet something in her, yelled against all this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 01:21:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is not what i want to hear Arabella." He spoke even as he moved to lick against the side of her neck. "Do you want me to throw you away? Use you and toss you aside. Or would you rather be mine, as you can be." He was making her an offer, a servant, someone to be close to him still and relied on. Or tossed aside after he used her like a common whore and left pregnant and thick with child with only a servant to tend her and now hope of keeping her child or seeing her future any brighter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 07:15:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept moaning, as her mind has lost the will to fight.<br><br><strong>"Mi'lord, I want to be yours.. confidant,.. servant , whore or slave.. anything, as long.." </strong>her voise trialing off to an whimpering, as she was esperiensing another orgasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 07:38:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her panties clear of the way he stood calmly there and shifted himself slightly feeling her grinding and rubbing against his hard length. Moving he reached between them. Moving to open his pants, working them open and drawing the length of his hard cock out. Slipping his fingers around his own hard cock he guided it over her slit. Rubbing the tip of his cock along her cunt, and wetting his cock in her juices, even as her pussy quivered and pulsed above his cock, perched so close to what she wanted. His other hand continued to tease her breast, pinching her nipple and twisting it, pulling at it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 10:08:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> was sighing and moaning in heat, as <strong>Valerian</strong> keeps tormenting her. Her ass grinds against his lap, and when he opens his trousers, she stops. She froze in fear and anticipation. She knews that when he has her, for the first time, there is no turning back, not that there was before, but then its finalized. She has begun his slave and whore.<br><br>As she send hesitation coming from him, she looks at him, over her shoulder. <strong>"Mi'lord, I have devoted my life for this purpose.. please let me fullfill my destiny in life?"</strong> Those words, crystalized her core being. She knew it fully. This was her place, and this was the life she was breed and raised for. This man, her <strong>Owner</strong>. Nothing else mattered, here and now. Of course, most of that was selective breeding and genetic manipulation by the <strong>Sisterhood</strong>, combined with brainwashing from the birth. Still for <strong>Arabella</strong>, it was all she knew. Gates of her inner soul had been laid waste, only to be brutally taken by the conqueror.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 10:27:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Heard her words and he realized like she did, that despite all her fussing and fighting she wanted this position as much as anything else. Moving he rested the tip of his cock against her sweet snatch, pressed against her soaking entrance. "Fine, i will take you then." He scooped her legs up, arms beneath her knees now and lifted them. Stripping her over her support, and forcing her weight down on his cock. With it perched it place, it made her force herself down on his cock, taking his entire dick into her virgin cunt in one deft blow, shoving deep to the hilt of his cock, straight through her hymen, tearing it open and impaling her cunt. Cleaving her open with his dick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 10:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even the heat was building in her, she screamed in pain, from the brutal thrust. Her pussylips slowly turning pinkish as the blood started to flow. She found the act being painful and hurting, not caring as she had hoped for. In her mind, she knew that it did not matter. Her pleasure was secondary.<br><br>Her small frame was easily manipulated to be thoughly fucked, but normally his cock would not even fit in. Gravity forced her to accomodate it fully, causeing pain, witch she thought was normal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 01:53:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moved her over him, holding her thighs and lifting and drawing her out some before pushing his dick back inside of her. Starting to fuck her tight tight little snatch. The blood making it easier for him to fuck her, just a little, but she was so tight and taunt despite her orgasm's making her slick. He groaned at the feel of her cunt clinging viciously to his cock. "Mmm you are incredibly tight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 09:37:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quickly pinkish foam started to act as an lubrication, as <strong>Arabella</strong> was leaking both blood and her love juices. She kept moaning passionately, her higher mind, succumbed to primal heat. As<strong> Valerian </strong>kept brutally fucking her, she felt as if she was splitting in two. She didint know, was<strong> Valerian</strong> taunting of complementing her, but it matter not. She was in heaven, even the pain was clouding her mind, mixing it with pleasure. Her body adapting <strong>Valerians </strong>rythm, making the thrusts easier, and a bit less painful each time, as her cunt was streching to its limits and bit beyond. <strong>Arabellas</strong> scream was silenced by her body exploding into thirth orgasm, and as she leaned her head against <strong>Valerians</strong> chest, she tried to scream streight up, but no saound was coming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 06:59:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her screaming in pain, and pleasure, a sweet mixture that he was sure was making her body even more high then it already was. Thrusting his hips up against her plunging deeper inside of her while he guided her body down over his cock. His length pushing deeper into her shuddering while he moved to push his lips against her neck, biting, letting his teeth scrap over her skin while he pushed deep into her fucking her tight hole lavishly. "Mmmm god you feel good and tight Arabella." She was fit well for his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 19:25:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella </strong>submitted. She knew her place. Her naivity about sex, and the horror stories about it being painful, mixed with her heightened arousal, forced her go throught massive orgasm. She knew it was her place to take any punishment <strong>Valerian</strong> was stored for her, yet she hated herself for it, she hated the <strong>Sisterhood</strong>, for making her his slave. She wanted him, and she hated herself for it. Her young mind being shattered into thousand pieces, melting into one. The torment, humiliation, pain and shame.. key words of her submission. Even she hated her life, she knew her mission was the most important thing in the existence, as it was imbed into her core by callous use of the <strong>Voice</strong> and <strong>Wierding Ways</strong>. She had no idea of that thou, as it didint matter to her, the mission did aswell as her submission.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 19:42:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felt her body working around him in her orgasm, pulsing against his length slicking him more with her juices running down his cock. He worked inside her, getting himself closer to the coming orgasm of his own. His length thickening inside of her as he kept thrusting up into her hot cunt. His breath on her neck, and against her skin, intimately close. "Your pussy, feels good Arabella." He groaned even as he took her, lifting her, forcing her sex over his cock till is finally jerked hard inside her, thrusting himself deeper up into her, his cock erupted and his hot seed coated her walls and womb as she wished so vehemently .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 21:18:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arabella</strong> found her body bucking against <strong>Valerians</strong> cock and when he again forces he's cock fully penetrate her tight and smallich pussy, she yells in pain. Pain that turns into pleasuse again, making her torment even deeper. Her panting and sobbing mix'd with tears of pleasure. <strong>Valerians </strong>words keep slicing her allmsot nonexisting selfworth, mentally reducing her to the mold he wants her to fill, his cock sheat. <br><br>As <strong>Valerian</strong> cums into her, she keeps moaning, somewhere deep inside of her, she wants to get all this ove with, but her build-up sexual tension kept her begging for more. <br>"<strong>Mi' lord, can I please you.. with my mouth. .that might bring your flagpole to its glory.. "</strong>[/b]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 23:35:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felt her body tucked close against him holding his cock deep inside of her body as he closed his eyes keeping her held close against his body. When she mentioned taking him with her mouth he groaned in the pleasure of it, it would feel delicious. Though he could tell she would have a issue. Shifting slightly while he held her near his body. "You do not have to Arabella." He would not force her to do it, but if she wanted to he would have her mouth wrapped around his length sucking their sex off his cock. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 21:26:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She keeps bucking herself against softening cock, and as <strong>Valerian</strong> seems not to want her to please him, she realices she muct not be worthy for it. <strong>"Mi´lord, Im your slave.. if I´m not allowed to please You..what would You want me to do then ?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 04:16:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Licked his lip before shaking his head softly while he shifted his hips beneath her. Pressing up against her hips slightly rolling his hips beneath hers. "Mmm you can clean my shaft Arabella." He spoke as he moved and lifted her hips off his lap drawing from her cunt. She would want it, he knew it of course, something in her had settled into place with getting to achieve her place in things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 21:31:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart skipped, as her master wanted her. It was bitter sweet realication, as she clearly remembers herself yesterday, and few hours ago. Time before she was raped, taken, forced to be nothing but tool for his pleasure. It felt like an lifetime ago. She slided between <strong>Valerians</strong> knees, her pussy oozing purple goo, blood and cum. <br><br>She sinked her mouth over the bloodsoaked cock, starting to use all her knowledge, to make him hard again. Soft licking, then occasionaly deepthroating him, and returning to the licking of his shaft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 22:04:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felt her mouth work over his length and groaned in pleasure at the feel of her hot mouth. It felt as good as her pussy did, and maybe even a bit better, her pussy was tight, almost painfully so and her mouth was willing and open to taking his length. her tongue working against him, and drawing him into her throat soon making him hard easily for her again. Stiffening and growing under her lips and tongues work. "Mmmmm Arabella, you have been trained well." Knowing she would have been taught many technique's to perform on the person she expected to be bonded with, him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 23:31:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Words of praise from her owner, they were only making her suck faster and deeper, as the brainwashing was selfsustaining loop. She found hating herself, but loving the attention, mixing her emotional compass. <em>´Who would love being raped? or degraded... ´</em>she found herself thinking, and only answer she found, was an slave. Slave, that has no selfworth. Slut, fucktoy, worthless piece of shit. All this forced her new self image, making her cheek flush red.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 01:08:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felt her sucking at him more encouragingly, he groaned pleasurably and rocked his hips into her mouths attention. Pushing towards her throat while she worked him. She felt delicious. His fingers gripped into her hair and guided her mouth over his cock more swollen thick in his pleasure, ready to give her more even as he rolled and lifted his hips beneath her towards her mouth, encouraging her to use that mouth of hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 00:52:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arabella kept sucking her owners cock, like it were the only think keeping her sane. Her twisted logic was gaining an upperhand, and the build shame, humiliation and embarashment only fueled her downward spiral.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To break the reins of Spice (Miroque &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 00:20:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Groaned while he rolled his hips beneath her hips pressing his length up into her mouth, working his cock inside of her mouth and towards her throat. Her sweet mouth around his cock felt delicious and was making him groan, his fingers fitting into her hair, gripping it, tugging slightly while holding her head close to his groin.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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